Pyromania: Don't try it

Written by Rook | 28 December 2009

So, Sanct told me that I should do a format for my blog. Mondays should be rapid-fire stories, and I should save my longer posts for the end of the week. Well, I dunno if I'm going to put longer posts on Friday, but I do like the concept of a rapid-fire series of stories on Monday. Good job, Sanct.

Ah, I also apologize for the blog being late today. I know, I know. However, I did four Christmas parties in four days, the longest and most socially intensive one yesterday. It put me in a creative coma which required me to mostly just sit around in my underwear and play World of Warcraft. Thankfully, though, I feel better now, and it looks like you'll be getting a blog though.

So, do you know anyone who has a case of pyromania? I'm not talking about arsonists. I haven't gotten that bad... Yet. Basically, I just have the urge to see how things look when burning. And in all fairness, it isn't as bad as when I was younger*. Which brings me to my first story.

Do not try any of these at home, you fuckers.

A Christmas Picture Post, of sorts.

Written by Rook | 25 December 2009

Alrighty, kids and people. I was going to do another decent length post, but I think that due to the holidays, none of us really want to spend a lot of time reading another long blog post. After all, you're all probably still reeling from the 1.5k I posted on Wednesday Tuesday. So, you're going to get a picture blog, and I'll save something funny for Monday.*


^{Nothing says Happy Holidays like Happy Holidays written on the side of a car.}

So, Sanct received a freaking library for Christmas this year. Seriously, he's got 10 new books to read. I think the highlight though, of the unwrapping (he is **impatient and will not wait until Christmas day, so when they packages came in the mail, he totally ripped into them the minute he got his grubby little fingers on them.) was when he opened a package he received from our friend Zreb. Lately, Sanct and Zreb have been watching a lot of DBZ. Yes, DBZ. This normally wouldn't matter, but when he opened the card that came on the wrapped book, this was the card that was included.

^{I feel something that resembles joy, I think.}

For those of you who don't get the reference, here's a youtube clip of Frieza talking about how he wants to caress the dragon balls. For those of you who can't bring themselves to watch DBZ, here's what is said: Having these balls makes me feel something that resembles joy, I think. I want to caress them.

Yes, that is actually said in the series. Apparently in the 1990's we didn't actually think about how bad things translated over from Japanese to English. No red flags there.

Bloggers do it in front of a computer at 2:30am - or between loads of laundry.

Written by Rook | 21 December 2009

You know, for the last few days, I'd been trying pretty hard to come up with a blog this week that was going to be more than just filler for the holiday week. Honestly, I really lucked out with Christmas falling on a Friday this year, or there'd be a good chance that I'd end up missing an update directly afterward. Thank god for the weekend. I digress, though. I have something to write about today.

I never expected to get sucked into blogging. I certainly never expected to get sucked into reading other peoples blogs either. But here I am, sitting around at noon, still unshowered, still not doing laundry. What am I doing? Hopping around blogs I've found at AllMediocre and Blogher, catching up on what I may have missed over the weekend. I'm watching videos of Maddie, who I never got to know when I could have, but getting to know her loving mom. I'm giggling over Jenny's advice column. I'm skimming through things at Aiming Low. I'm checking for updates on Anissa. On the average day anymore, I read between ten and thirty blog posts.

I didn't sign on for this. I didn't sign on for getting attached to these women and men who I've never met. I didn't sign on for holding back tears when I read the words of a parent struggling with a child with a nasty disease or disability, or worse: the loss of that child. I didn't sign on for staying up into the wee hours of the morning to read through blogs of people who had a hilarious story that couldn't wait to be told. I didn't ask for this. I look around at the disarray of our apartment. The floor needs vacuumed, the fridge needs cleaned. I'm surprised that my laundry hasn't erupted out of our front door at this point. And I blame you, blogger community.

I have to laugh, though. For most of my life, I never really had a lot of female friends. My best friend in elementary school was a girl, yes, but quite the tomboy at that. Through out high school, a majority of my closest friends were male. I did end up with the most amazing BFF in the entire world, but lets face it: She's not the girliest girl ever. But it's perfect, because I'm not either. Still, my life lacked females I could relate to. Apparently, though, I feel a kinship with a lot of blog-moms. These are my people. Even though I'm not a mom. Unless dogs count. Dogs count? Dogs don't count, right guys? No? Okay.

Regardless, there seems to be one common theme that we all share. We blog because we have to, not because we want to. Be it for therapy, or compulsion, or because we've all got our own stories to share... We blog because we have to.

I'd posted my story on my blog a while ago, but deleted it. It wasn't eloquently worded, it wasn't funny. It wasn't something that I wanted to share at that point in time. I don't share personal things a lot. However, after looking over the strong women and men who have all shared their lives with their readers, I finally thought it was time that I threw it out there and put myself on the line a bit.

I never really wanted to be a blogger. I liked to blog occasionally. I love telling stories. I love making psuedo-witty observations. I love poking fun at ridiculous things that I've found or experienced. I can laugh at myself like no one else, thanks to my family who have passed that ability on to me. However, blogging wasn't going to be something I did so regularly. Blogging was something I planned on doing a few times a month at the most, between marathon sessions of World of Warcraft and work. Things change, though.

WTF: Spam Email Titles

Written by Rook | 20 December 2009

Okay, seeing as it is the holiday season and I actually am kind of busy, you're sort of getting filler today. These aren't links per-se, but they are something that people have created in order to ruin your life: Scam emails. And I've picked out some pretty kickass titles that I'd gotten over the last like, six days on my old business email. So, without further gilding the lily, I present this months

As you can see, at least some of these are creative. I'm not entirely sure what their included URLs go to, but its always suggests sports or politics.