Told by 2.heart Drs at this time that my heart is wore out from footbal&wrestling I have 2 yrs to live , conjestive hesrt failure reality— Big Van Vader (@itsvadertime) November 15, 2016
When I was a kid back in the late 1980s and early 1990s, just getting my start watching pro wrestling on TV, I will freely admit that Big Van Vader scared the absolute living shit out of me. The way he would just shrug off chair shots and throw Sting around like a ragdoll was terrifying. Sting, at that point in time, was as hugely popular as Hulk Hogan, at least for me. Then to have this huge monster come in and just kick his ass like it was nothing was pretty amazing and scary. And then, in a textbook David vs Goliath feud, Sting ultimately prevailed, defeating the monster Vader.
This was still back before it was common knowledge that pro wrestling was staged (I won't say fake), when kayfabe was still Serious Fucking Business™, so it was especially chilling to me as a kid. Now, though, I know that what this meant is that Leon White is awesome and knew how to do the job right. I agree with Mick Foley, another guy who had some great feuds with Vader (and who got his ear legitimately ripped off by Vader by accident). Get this man into the WWE Hall of Fame as soon as possible. It's actually surprising to me that Vader isn't already in there.
(EDIT) I've since switched over to Dreamwidth (obviously, since you're reading this on Dreamwidth), so all of the below is pretty much irrelevant now. (/EDIT)
I know I've said this at other times in the past, but I pretty much think I'm just about done with LiveJournal, anyway. I'm still not definitely committing to giving up on it altogether yet, and I doubt I ever fully will (i.e. I currently have no plans to straight up delete my LJ, even if I were to ever stop actively posting to it), but my apathy to continue posting here is gradually strengthening with every passing day.
As such, I'm still half-assedly looking for better alternatives to doing more-than-just-140-characters-repeatedly blogging on the Internet. While I am admittedly more active on Twitter than I used to be, I still don't really care to make that my "main" online "presence" (such as it is), though I suppose that Twitter has sort of de facto become that lately. I'm still not too awfully interested in Tumblr, though I'm willing to have my mind changed on that score, if compelling enough reasons present themselves. As for Facebook, I'm more and more coming to the conclusion that Facebook can simply go fuck itself. Lately, I've been disallowing the members of my direct family who also happen to be on my FB "friends" lists from seeing my posts, thanks to political bullshit (on the ever increasingly rare occasions that I bother to make posts to Facebook at all). And I'm not really interested in posting general blogs on the more "specialist" sites like Steam or Goodreads or whatever else, either.
I guess my main (only?) criteria for switching to a new actual blog service is probably "how easy is it to backport LiveJournal posts into the new shit, and does the new shit have comparative (or better) functionality/features to (than) LJ" at this point, because if I don't find a service that allows easy importing of old LiveJournal posts and which maybe lets me preserve the tagging and such, I doubt I'll ever bother to make the switch at all, even if LiveJournal (and my usage of such) is more or less dead otherwise.
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When I started the entry in my pencil-and-paper journal this morning, I hadn't been planning or intending to write so much about this bullshit again, but... I did, and there it is. *shrug*
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The more I think about it, though, the less sad or dejected or depressed or whatever I feel. The main thing I'm feeling right now is bitter, unvarnished rage. Rage that our country could be this goddamn stupid.
However, not everything is completely gloom and darkness. There is this, at least:
This is how the future voted. This is what people 18-25 said in casting their votes. We must keep this flame alight and nurture this vision. pic.twitter.com/ivuXrar869— Eliza Byard (@EByard) November 9, 2016
It doesn't help for this particular horrible moment in history, but it is heartening for the future.
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So yeah, I'm sick of it. All of it. I've already voted, and nothing anyone says or does now will be able to change who I voted for.
As for this new so-called "bombshell" in the ongoing HRC email "scandal," which Donald Jerkhole Trump laughably, ludicrously claimed is "bigger than Watergate," so far, once again, it is nothing but pure speculation and trumpery on the part of Trump and everyone else who is making a mountain out of a molehill. So they found a few more emails. So fucking what. Until and unless something actually substantive comes of it, which I very seriously doubt will ever happen, I wish everyone would just shut the hell fuck shit up about it. (EDIT) And just as I expected, it was all a load of bullshit. Not that it much mattered in the end, since goddamned Trump fucking won anyway. (/EDIT)
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...Okay, when I started this entry, my intention had been to go through all of the dreams I'd written about between when I last left off up until now. But after transcribing just those two months worth there, I am fucking done for now. I started this post at around 1:30pm or so, and it's now almost 6:00pm. I'll probably pick up from here in a future entry, and do another couple months worth or so. I apparently wrote a fuck-ton more about dreams in my pencil-and-paper journal than I thought I had.
Today, when I came to turn on my computer, my headphones were laying in the same place I left them last night... except that both of the earbuds had been completely ripped off of the ends of the wires. One of the torn-off earbuds I found in the floor next to my computer desk. The other I haven't seen at all as of yet.
I have no clue as to why or how my headphones became destroyed like that. The only ones here are me and my mother, and I'm 100% certain I didn't do it, and I have no reason to believe that my mother did it either, and she says she knows nothing about it.
However, last night, around 3:40am or so, I was awakened by sounds in my room. I heard what I thought might have been a mouse or something rummaging around. As I was waving my flashlight around, the light came on in my mother's room, and I asked her if she heard anything. She said she thought she heard someone talking, which I didn't hear (unless she heard me saying something that I don't remember saying now). In any case, I never saw whatever it was that was making sounds, and if it was some animal or something that chewed the earbuds off my headphones, I don't know why they'd do it, or how they'd gotten up onto the desk to do it, or why that would be the only thing that they messed with, since nothing else seems to be amiss. In fact, I don't even know for sure that the sounds I heard had anything to do with my destroyed headphones, though I don't know what else would have happened.
Well, since that was my last working pair of headphones (and they were a fairly new pair, too, given that I'd only recently opened the pack they were in to replace the older ones that I'd finally worn out after months, which makes it all the more annoying), I guess I'll either have to order some more of the ones I had before and just be without headphones for the next few days until new ones get here, or go to Walmart or somewhere and buy some there (and I'm opting toward the latter). Whatever I do, I'd better not randomly later find the new ones with the earbud part randomly ripped/torn/bitten off again.
Welp, guess what it is now. That's right. It's now the next summer. And now the bugs are out in force once again. And summer only just officially fucking started a week ago (and they'd already been out in force a while before that). *weary goddamn sigh*
I don't mind the heat or even the humidity so much, as long as I'm not out in it for too long (e.g. long enough to go out and water my mother's tomatoes and flowers and such is fine, but much more than that is pushing it). It's the fucking asshole bugs inside the house, which cause me to have to spray on bug repellent inside the house, that piss me the hell off. -_-
I still like summer better than winter, on the whole... but not by much.
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Unlike James Rolfe, I haven't completely written off watching the nuBusters movie at some point, just as I haven't completely written off ever watching any more of the nuTrek movies either. I've said in the past that it's kind of dumb to dislike a work simply because you may not like the person who made the work, for whatever reason, rather than judging the work on its own merits. Similarly, I think it's kind of dumb to judge a work based on whatever fucked up stupid controversy may surround the work, rather than judging the work on its own merits. (To restate: judging and refusing to see a movie because said movie's trailer looks like complete ass is a valid reason, but judging and refusing to see a movie because "durr hurr feminism bad SJWs suck herp derp" is a dumb reason.)
However, even with that said, I have to admit that the ridiculous, distraught, pompous, self-righteous, priggish overreaction to James Rolfe's video about nuBusters by all these extremist radical feminists (including some people who I had thought were more level-headed than this, but I guess I was mistaken) has certainly dampened what little enthusiasm I may have had to see nuBusters down to a level that is even lower than my enthusiasm to see more nuTrek.
And, for the most part, I still believe that to be the case, even now.
However, after all the stupid bullshit surrounding James Rolfe and the nuBusters movie these past couple of days, I have to admit... there is at least some minuscule merit to the term, or at least, perhaps, the sentiment behind the term (when used as a pejorative, that is).
Because I honestly cannot think of a more... apropos ...term to describe all the fucking idiots out there who have been and still are dogpiling on Mr. Rolfe. (Well, I suppose "fucking idiots" is a good one, too.)
I really don't want to go down this route, because I still believe that Irredeemably Toxic Shithole is indeed an irredeemably toxic shithole, and that the men's rights "movement" and whatever else is just the silliest, dumbest dogshit to ever be shat out of a dog's asshole, and it always has been and always will be...
...but I have to admit that this is my first real experience with "the other side" of this goddamn imbecilic shit-encrusted coin. The side represented by the term "SJW." It has not been a pleasant experience, at all. There are insane, raving loonies on both sides of this foul-smelling piece of metallic legal tender. I mean, yes, I already knew that, of course, at least in the abstract, but until now, I've never directly witnessed them in action before, never been right in the thick of it when they all came out of the woodwork in force before, never been at goddamn ground zero at near the exact moment when one of these Twitter dumpster fires first got sparked before.
It really isn't a cool feeling at all.
(With apologies to Randall Munroe. Original, unaltered comic can be found here. The xkcd font can be found here.)
And, yes, I do feel superior to both.
Until and unless something else noteworthy happens concerning the James Rolfe/nuBusters thing (or until and unless I just arbitrarily decide to change my mind tomorrow or something), this will be my last post on the subject.
 - Speaking of which, if there's one song I've heard way too much of this year, it's probably "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch." No idea why that song in particular has gotten so much play this year.
So. Today rolled around. We got down there around 35 minutes before the scheduled time of the appointment (9:25am). They finally called her back around 55 minutes after we got there (10:20am), meaning they were 20 minutes late in calling her back. Around 30 minutes after she got called back (10:50am), she came out to the lobby again and said that someone had told her that she wasn't even supposed to be there today, that she apparently didn't actually have an appointment after all. So... we just left (despite my urging after we got outside that we should probably go back in there and try to figure out what the fuck was going on, which she didn't want to do), then went by Subway and picked up some food to take home (since they'd told her that she wasn't supposed to eat anything before the appointment), and then came home.
Two things. First of all, and of lesser importance: why did it take them 30 minutes to tell her she didn't need to be there (or an hour and thirty minutes, if you start the counting from the time we first got there and she got checked in), assuming she actually didn't need to be there? Second of all, and of much greater importance: what in the shitting fuck hell? Obviously, somebody fucked up down there, but I'm not sure who. Either the person who originally made the appointment fucked up when they made the appointment over a month ago, or the people who told her that she wasn't actually supposed to be there today fucked up.
In any case, it's kind of too late to bother with it now, because we're already back at home now, and wild horses couldn't drag her back down there today, especially in this crappy weather. They've already made another appointment for her to come back in a couple of months, on January 28, 2016, even though they did jack and shit all today.
It's not the temperature. Hell, today wasn't even one of the hotter days, but even on the 90°F-plus days, it's still not intolerable. No, it's mainly because of the interminable goddamn insects, even (especially) inside the house. FYI: this house is ancient, originally constructed at some point during the early Precambrian era I'm fairly sure, though I'd have to check the records on that. As such, it has myriad means of permanent, impossible-to-find-and-seal-them-all ingress for insects of all types. They are on the verge of driving me absolutely bugshit. Pun intended. See? See?! That's just how bugshit they're driving me, to the point that I'm actually making horrible puns like that. If only pure, weapons-grade wrath, radiating off of me in waves such as it is, could serve as insect repellant, that would be great. But, sadly, that is not the case. *weary sigh* -_- If there's one good thing that can be said of the cold of winter that I was lamenting in the other entry, it's that it at least kills (most of) the fucking bugs, or at least renders them dormant. Until the next summer rolls around.