Incessant Chatterings of Yours Truly

I am a big child.

Discussing another insurance company that did a presentation at work today:

Moi:  It was kind of a bummer. They had some good points, but in general, unless you know what's going to happen, or have some prevalent issues, I'm not sure if it'd be worth the cost.  But that's how I feel about all insurance. This is very much 'IF something happens' kind of stuff.

I feel like...the insurance I have is very 'this enables you to take care of yourself and be proactive' and this one feels very much 'well, if you go to the hospital. If you get cancer. If you are disabled. If you die...'

And I've never been one to put a lot of points in DEF.

Diem​: No, no you're not. ATTACK ALL THE THINGS BEFORE THEY TOUCH YOU!

Because Life is an RPG. And DEF is apparently my dump stat? Hm. That's probably not a /good/ thing.

A strange thing happens when I have sushi. An even stranger thing happens when I eat it around my friends. Largely because my friends are...not...normal. How could they be? I think that most of it has to do with the special combination of sleep deprivation, the fact that I tend to go there at about midnight and that generally when you get enough people into a tightly compact space like a tatami table, strange things happen.

I am also convinced that the yumyum sauce has narcotics in it.

This past evening, I had the kind fortune of having a good friend come back to town on a second vacation in a month to Las Vegas and we took her out to our favorite sushi place.

***Pause for shameless plug, here***
Osaka is amazing. Go there.
***Fin***

I honestly cannot even begin to tell you what in the name of creepy precious moments dolls was going on but there was just entirely too much energy, inappropriate racial/gender/gay jokes going on (usually the latter about Toccoto and his unrequited love for the 40-something year old busser who is awesome and half the reason we go there), I don't even know what was happening. At one point Diem pretended to do a line of sugar off a plate and...I don't even know.

After this encounter of madness, a half dozen japanese rhythm games at Gemini and a round of capri suns, we were taking Toccoto home and...well...it started innocently enough.

For those of you not in Vegas, everyone here lives in tiny gated communities. Well, if you're (un)lucky, there's a gate. We're not sure if they're meant to keep people out or keep them in, but that's another topic all together. Not every community has a generic visitor's passcode because they're ghetto. Toccoto's place has such a gate, where I have spent much, much time lurking outside of like a stalker, waiting for someone to drive in. Technically, they're supposed to have each person living there on the list where it calls there phone, but for some really, really obnoxious reason due to procrastination on someone's part, he is not on there and I feel awkward calling his roomate.

Either way, about 2 am we're driving him in.

I apologize ahead of time to the Epic Lexington Alexander, but I'm posting this with you in mind.


Toccoto: The other day I drove home and there were, like, six cars lined up waiting for someone to let them in.
Diem: Is that where you're an asshole and drive just to the other side of the gate, then block it until it shuts?
Toccoto: Are you kidding!? I don't want to get shot.
Diem: True, true. What you didn't know is that they were all robbers.
Toccoto: Whatever, man. They're not stealing my stuff. What would they take!? My beer?
Abel: They'd take your Fu--what's it called? Your contact juggling ball? The really goofy 'cool' name the marketting crew gave it?
Diem: Fushigi ball. I remember because it's like Fushigi Yuugi.
Abel swoons: Oooooooh. That's right.
Toccoto: Still haven't seen that.
Abel: BLASPHEMY! You need to watch it!
Toccoto: Old style anime's just don't do it for me.
Abel: You're watching it.
Toccoto: I can't even watch trigun anymore.
Abel: But it has /rape/!!!!!!!! <---I have to put this many exclamation points due to the sheer zeal that I had when saying that word. Children on Christmas morning aren't this excited.
Toccoto and Diem pause awkwardly. Then burst out laughing.
Toccoto: /That's/ your hook!? 'But it has rape'!? What kind of person do you think I am where that is your final argument to make it more alluring to me!?
Diem: He has a point. It's not that it's a great story or great characters, but because there's /rape/. You're convincing Toccoto, here, not Muse.
Abel bows her head sheepishly and plays with her fingers while the boys continue to laugh: Well, I mean...It's a beautiful love story, too, and--
Toccoto: And there's rape, apparently. Beautiful love story with rape.
Diem: I'm sorry but I need to tell Lexington about this. I have to. 'You'll never guess what she said to someone about Fushigi Yuugi.'
Abel: He'll disown me! You can't!
Diem: Finally! I found a way that you'll love me better! Buahahaha!
Toccoto: All thanks to rape.
Abel: Hey, hey, now! He /had/ to rape her! Because if he didn't rape her then she would have sex with the giant red bird god who wants virgins and then he'd lose and wouldn't get his free wishes...
Toccoto: Are you listening to yourself!?
Diem: Wow...
Abel: It makes complete sense within the context of the story, guys! Besides, you watch animes about naked girls who say 'mew' and pee themselves and then kill people with invisible hands!
Toccoto: Makes sense to me.
Abel: ...It's from japan!
Diem: Fair.


There you go, kids. Watch Fushigi Yuugi; it has rape.

Again, I'm sorry, Lex. I was under the influence of sushi and ddr.

Honestly, now that I think back on it, I think that that came to mind so quickly because it was such a powerful scene wherein the main antagonist is this seriously badass blond, powerful, stony general who relentlessly psychologically tortures and brainwashes the main protagonists' best friend and he meets with the protagonist in his tent. With our protagonist being some 15 year old schoolgirl, naturally, who has to save the world but struggles with her own naivete and kind-heartedness, Nakago (protagonist badass of intensity) is dressed down all casually there's a line about 'A soldier has taken off his armor and is waiting here for you. Now why don't you show him a good time?' And that moment is so incredibly menacing and powerful that it has permanently imprinted itself on me. The guy basically seduces every other woman in the show at some point or another, and is damn good at it.

...I think I've actually subconsciously stolen a few of his lines in the past in rp, now that I think of it. Damn.


Watch anime, kids. It's good for you.

By now, most of the world has accepted this as a great truth of the universe; you can find almost anything on facebook and become a 'fan' of it or somehow 'like', 'follow', 'stalk' or whatever new terminology they're using for creepily being a voyeur of something via the internet.

Really. Almost anything.

I typed in 'rock' the other day and came up with the following pages that you can 'like':

'i kick a rock when walking, and keep on kicking the same one untill i miss' - 41,161 people like this. Even with the lack of capitalization that makes my eyes bleed.

'I go out of my way to kick a rock down the street for as long as i can(:' - 198, 759 people like this. They're also very redundant and do those annoying backwards smiles that creep me out.

'I Go Out Of My Way To Kick A Rock As I'm Walking' - 129,529 people like this. They also abuse capitalization as I do and are probably trying to make up for people who write things like the first example on this list.

'Some people just need a high five. In the face. With a rock' - 169,063 people like this. And should probably seek anger management.

'Spongebob Can't Lift A Couple Teddy Bears, But Can Lift Patrick's Rock?' - 45,227 people like this. They also have trouble suspending disbelief for a children's cartoon that features a talking seasponge in pants. They probably also thought Inception was 'too unrealistic to be good'.

'Pssh!...Bedrock?...You couldnt even make a chair rock let alone MY Bed!' - 63,402 people like this. They also probably thought it was witty and should probably have their sex organs taken away.


So, as this list illustrates, you can 'like' almost anything on facebook these days. Multiple times, as a matter of fact.


This is the thought that came to mind this evening after I finished telling Diem my day and we realized that I haven't really eaten anything except for some amazing fries at Create a Burger.

Seriously. Amazing fries.


Abel: Thank you for making me mac and cheese.
Diem: You're welcome. I am a fan of you eating.
Abel: ... ... ... I wonder if I made a page called '"Abel" eating', how many people would like it.
Diem: Well, I would. So that's one.


Oddly enough, I think that it would get quite a few. I recognize that my name, and the unusual spelling of it (not Abel, but my normal nickname), may limit the numbers a bit, but I really think that it would do pretty well. And not just in my group of people, either.

I may have to do this as a social experiment. Hm.

While watching the song 'be our guest' from disney's beauty and the beast.

Diem: So...in beauty and the beast, all the silverwear and stuff were once people, right? So. When they turn back, do they have to get all new stuff?
Abel: ...
Diem: or worse, are the beds people, too? So when you pull back the sheets, you're peeling back their skin!? 'Yeah, use your body to keep me warm!' Like a damn tauntaun or something!?
Abel: well, either that or the sheets are people, too, and its one really sick orgy.
Diem: ... ...that's a lot of forks. How many servants does this guy have!?
Abel: right, because that's the most concerning thing we've discussed in this situation...

Sitting around the fire with people:

Reed: no, you can't play Friends With Words on facebook. You can like it.
Diem: you can like anything on facebook. *points* You could 'like' that specific rock, right there!

While installing drywall:

Diem: ick. These are the worst tasting drywall screws I have ever tasted.
Abel: ...well you don't hear that every day.
Diem: its true, though...
Abel: did you expect them to taste good?
Diem: no. But I've stuck a lot of screws and nails in my mouth, and these are the worst.
Abel grin.: ... ...
Diem: yeah, I know.
Abel: there's your next multi million dollar idea: nacho cheese flavored drywall screws. Contractors will love those.
Diem: there we go. My slogan could be 'when you know it's going in your mouth, eventually'.
Abel laughs: well, you'll certainly catch some eyes...
Diem: I know! And? It can work for other product lines, too!
Abel: your craftiness scares and intrigues me.

Abel: whoo. You shut up so I got to catch up with the blog.
Diem: ... ... ... *looks at abel* ... *look* ... *look* ... Penguins are assassins.
Abel: *stare*
Diem: *shrug* just trying to think of something random.
Abel: you're a jackass.
Diem: yep! Well because, you see...the tuxes, assassins? Yeah? So, did you know they're the ones who watch after santa's place? Yeah. They're all 'cute and cuddle boys!'--thats where that movie gets it from!--then you get too close and *slitting sound*
Abel: so its not the elves you look out for. Its the penguins.
Diem: *stares* ...elves have work to do! Bake me cookies!- *squeeky voice* Ah! Wrong elf! I make toys! - *menacing voice* you will /learn/! Apron! Work!
Abel: *abe's oddworld voice* Work!
Diem: yeah!
Abel: ohhhhh...oddworld is when santa's shop is like centuries down the road.
Diem: ooohhh...that's depressing.
*long pause of depressed silence*
Diem: you know, if I were them, I'd just kill every kid named 'abe'. Then people stop naming their kids abe and we're all good.
Abel: gee, I bet they wouldve thought about that with jesus. Though the egyptians didn't have much luck with the 'child killing' bit.
Diem: nah its fine. 'Hey how's it going, this is my baby, jesus!' Kill! Done.
Abel: ...ahhhh maybe I'll name my kid 'Bob'.
Diem: That's right you will.

Diem reading billboards, "'Hellen Keller was blind to everything except the possibilities.' ... ... That's because she couldn't see Reality staring her right in the face going '...uh huh...'."

Diem:"Hey look! Bridges of madison county! Welcome to iowa! See our bridges! Heck no, stay home and watch the movie..."
Abel: "save yourself the trip?"
Diem: "yep. Just watch the documentary. Wait, didn't they try to turn it into a love movie?"
Abel: "yes."
Diem: "what the heck!? No! I want a documentary! None of this romance stuff! ...that's how they ruined Titanic."
Abel: laughs. "Because its such an inspirational story by itself..."
Diem: "yeah it is! A ship they said couldn't be sunk, and one captain determined to prove them all wrong!!!"

*while listening to the radio*

Abel: Drizzy Drake? Sounds like a duck with a venereal disease.
Diem: heh..."Yo, I'm Drizzy Drake, and right now, I'm taking penicillin."

Our most beloved Troll Under the Stairs, Sandnor, came up with this one evening when he came up for food. Rather dramatically.

"Faster than an old school main frame.
More powerful than a TI-35 calculator.
Able to jump conclusions with a single point of data.
It's a bird!
No...he's flipping us the bird.
It's a plane!
No...he's hijacking a plane.
It's Super Troll!"

Discussing whether or not husky dogs are creepy (Due to their blue eyes)...

Diem: I was taken down by a husky once.
Toccoto: "Taken Down" or "Mounted"?
Diem: Taken down.
Abel: Are you sure?
Diem: Yeah. It was on one of those leashes you put mentally handicapped kids on so they can run back and forth on...
Toccoto & Abel: *start laughing* What?
Toccoto: I think that's the first time I've heard anyone use the term 'mentally handicapped' while mocking them.
Abel: He's politically correct, damnit!
Toccoto: That's like saying 'Damn, those Native Americans sure do like their fire water.'

Diem: you know what freaks me out about utah?
Abel: hum?
Diem: they're obsessed with appearances. Everything is very clean and perfect and well done.
Abel: okay.
Diem: and you know who else gives off that well pressed aristocratic vibe?
Abel: ?
Diem: vampires. Right before they attack you.
Abel: !!!
Diem: its true!
Abel: so...utah is run by vampires.
Diem: yes
Abel: I thought it was run by mormons.
Diem: exactly!
Abel: so...vampires are mormons?
Diem: yes.
Abel: right. And leprocauns are gay jews
Diem: now you're getting it! They go around, trying to change people.
Abel: that's why they go door to door, right? Because they're hoping to be invited in, since they can't cross your threshold.
Diem: yes!! The only thing is, I have to figure out how they get around in the sun...
Abel: ... ... Spf 150
Diem: there you go!
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Today has been a strenuous day, and its only eleven am. Someone from my past told my sister that I was missing. Some vindictive person I told to go away two+ years ago. So I got a panicked phone call waking me up. When talking about jokingly 'allowing' our friend to kick her butt:


Diem: yeah, just what we need; some beaner from North Vegas to go 'straighten her out'.
Abel: Knowing her, she'd try to seduce him.
Diem: *visibly shudders*
Abel: Heh, hey man, you've been there.
Diem: Hey...
Abel: That black hole--
Diem: Hey...
Abel: --Between her legs--
Diem: Hey...
Abel: --Is her only natural defense.
Diem: ... ... *bursts out laughing* NONE SHALL PASS!! *suction/black hole sounds*

Relocating a small Samicle from BigBlueBall over here.

Alright, so looking practically at both of them, the iphone is pretty 'pimptastic', if I may use that phrase. It's fancy, it makes you feel pretty cutting edge, it's all 'jestonesque' because you just tap the screen to move stuff.

That being said, these are some of the gripes that my friends have about their iphones. Since...they /all/ have them.

*Pixeldeath sucks.
*You can't receive picture messages. Until next month when they can download it but it took em long enough!
*Can't run multiple applications at once, so if you switch, it cuts the previously running application off. DONE!
*When you're talking on the phone, the keyboard doesn't lock, so when you're talking to someone, the heat from your cheek sometimes hits buttons, or the mute or something like that.
*There is no zoom on the camera, and the lens is made to get really close stuff, so you gotta hold it away three feet.
*If you try to hand your phone over to someone to text, the phone isn't queued to their motions so you use 'delete' a lot.
*It takes some getting used to to text without feeling buttons so get ready for some awkwardness at first.
*Craplications.
*It's expensive (So for my accident prone friends who, say, drop it in the toilet...)
*Promised updates that never come (LIKE PICTURE TEXTING!)

Now. Given that you don't care about the fact that you can't receive pictures phone-to-phone without another download, you can deal with apple being jackasses and not releasing things on time, you really, really, really want that cool game where you slide a beer down the bar and have to balance it so it doesn't spill, and you have the money to burn, hey, I wont judge.

Keep in mind that I have NO knowledge about the technical aspects. I spent 15 minutes listening to people talking about syncing their iphones and tethering them and I'm sorry Jeff, Doris, Det...I'm sorry but I really had /NO/ idea what that is. But it sounded really /cool/.

And really for the average Joe, that's what it is. The iphone sounds /really cool/.


As far as the blackberry goes, now, I have a blackberry. Given it's a black market blackberry, that means that a lot of the features aren't available to me, which...sucks for me. BUT! That doesn't happen to everyone. Like..if you get a legitimate blackberry.

Some things do suck. Again, more picture texting issues. Personally, I don't get them. My reliable tech support team (Read: my boyfriend's sister) tells me that my blackberry just doesn't do them. Tough luck, me. But I hear that the pearl does.
Also, you don't get the groovy little applications where you can make your phone sound like a light saber.

Now, for me, simplicity is just...awesome. My blackberry can't even go online (Yes, that's how ghetto it is), but my ONLY requirement for phones is that I get enough minutes to do a few calls a month for emergencies, I can text and it has a full qwerty. Anything else, I don't care about. (Though I will admit, checking traffic would be nice...)

Plus, it's cheaper so if you drop it, crack it, throw it at your pet, drop it in the toilet or (as I've been dreaming more and more about) drop it in the sewer (...whatever that means, I need to see my shrink) it's not AS painful to replace.

Your requirements...internet and qwerty.

They both have both.

Now, you do have the cool zoom in/zoom out of the screen feature with iphone ad scrolling by rubbing it up and down and all around.

Personally, that doesn't seem like it's quite worth the difference, but hey! Depends on how often you use the internet on your TELEPHONE. (...okay that might just make me twitch a little. Pet peeve. Calming down.)

You might notice that my opinion is skewed.

Well of course it is. The iphone scares me and I think that slick screen thing (while very star trek and makes me feel a little bit like spock) is just intimidating and it scares me because I don't want to scratch it, dent it, crack it, knick it, drop it, look at it wrong and...for some reason my itty bitty fingers always hit the wrong thing. NO! I said I wanted 'fried DUCK for dinner'! Not 'fried SUCK' or 'fried --' well you get my point.

My suggestion? Go to an AT&T and play with the phones, try them out, put them to the test, see which one YOU find easier to work with and understand. And don't let them hassle you with a bunch of jargon. Seriously, when it comes to being 'user friendly', every 'user' is different. So take your time and try them out.



Yes, I realize how old this thread is. But when has 'sense' ever gotten in the way of me putting in my two cents, guys? Really?

Cotard's Syndrome.

I know that most of the time we're wishing we /don't/ get some horrible, socially crippling disease, but as far as horrible, socially crippling diseases go, I think this one is fun.

I know that Mr. Pocket knows what Cotard's is, or he should, since I told him to read the book that I found it in. Let me drop a clue to the rest of the people around here who may not know what it is.

It's like faux zombism! The thought of running around, feeling generally as if you're hovering somehow outside of the walking, living, waking world, in some dead state just sounds incredibly bizarre to me and would be a mad trip. yes, that's a medical term. You can use it.

Or, in more specific cases, walking about and thinking that somehow, you just...lack blood. How does that happen?? You just wake up one day and say to yourself "Today feels different. I feel groggy and stiff. My blood must have all dried up." Or is it something that lurks about the peripheral of your mind for a long while that, hey, I'm starting to slow down. I'm getting older. I'm drying up. I feel dusty. Then one day WHAM! Oh no, my blood's been drying up for years now, it's fine.

What about people who believe they're missing organs? How does ones mind justify such a loss? It'd be /amazing/ to hear those explanations and hear the backflips that a person's mind does in order to justify a belief.

"Well, I don't have lungs."
"What? How are you breathing?"
"I'm not breathing. It's just a left-over reflex from when I had lungs as a child. I continue to do so because I've been trained to let my diaphragm flex and chest cavity expand. Plus, I need air to talk. Oh hum."
"So, you breathe, but you don't have lungs..."
"Yes."
"What happened to them?"
"They disintegrated the winter of 2002. I was outside ni the dead of winter, I caught frostbite in my lungs, and they disintegrated."
"Uh...huh."

That would be amazing. Walking around, thinking you're some form of walking dead. Either that you're in some shelf between life and death, or you're in heaven/hell/purgatory/limbo/elysium/whatever.

Now I know that Stuart Davis has that song "Practice Dying" but it's just not quite the same thing. They don't have a /fear/ of anything. They don't fear dying or anything like that. They believe they're already dead. Wholeheartedly. It's a kind of bizarre serenity to it all. Here's one case that's shown in Wiki. (And we know that Sami loves her some Wiki):

He just figured some vacation was his mother showing him around hell. It's madness! MADNESS! But it's a pretty cool madness.

I also think that Williams Syndrome would be kind of neat to have, but that's probably for another short winded rant.

For all of you who are interested, I first heard about Cotard's Syndrome in Chuck Klosterman's book Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story. Which is a highly recommended read on my list.



What kind of disease/syndromes/madnesses do you think would be kind of neat to have. If, you know, temporarily?