The American Overclocked Otaku

At work today, I waited on a table with a grandmother, a grandfather and their grandaughter. The grandfather had Alsheimers, a condition that I was familiar with, but had never seen in a person. And it seemed…As if he were a child, asking for more wine constantly, raising his voice when he didn’t get his way. We watered down the wine to keep him from getting terribly drunk, as the grandmother requested. Eventually, we discovered that we could “fool” him into thinking he was drinking wine by giving him grenedine mixed with sprite and water (It looked like wine, but was nonalcoholic). He had some sense; after his wife went to take their grandaughter to school real quick he was sneaking three glasses of “wine” in a hurry so that she wouldn’t notice. He could also read the time to his wife, whose eyes weren’t doing so well. But in the end…It was hard to tell what was wrong, but something was wrong.

I felt a brief sense of pity, and a deeper sense of fear at what I saw. What will happen when I’m sixty? Seventy? Assuming I live that long, will my back hemmorrage and degenerate like my father, one of the strongest people I knew until his back gave out on him? Will I be a burden to my family, mumbling for more wine with a half-full glass in my hand? I can’t be certain…But rivalling my fear of death is a fear of losing my mind, my capacity for reason. It’s a stupid, futile thing to worry about, I guess…Heh, I suppose most people would rather not have their minds slip away, either. But I won’t sleep as well tonight, I think.

It’s raining outside; I guess I like the rain because there’s a sort of romantic notion in the whole stormy weather thing. Cloudy skies, the gentle caress of wind, the gentle cacophony of rain, the crackle of lightning that illuminates the sky and the thunder that fills the air in a roaring din. Call me a pussy, but I’m a sucker for snuggling and watching a thunderstorm. But after you call me a pussy, remember that I am what I eat. ~.^ And I’m a starving, starving kitty. ;-;

As for Magic: the Gathering, I’m working this Friday. So, more money for me. =D

Current Otaku Bling-Blingage: $81.29
And rising! ^-^;;

LoL…For maybe three minutes, if you had read my blog, you’d have heard a different song. But to be honest, it sounds better on my computer than it does to the rest of the world on my blog.

…So…YOINK! Enjoi the new song of the month? n.n;;

Work is going to kick into high gear, starting this Tuesday. At the rate I’m going, I’ll have more than enough money to blow at Otakon. Aside from that, there’s not much to update; sorry for the lack of text in this blog, but I hope the music’ll make up for it. n.n;

Current Otaku Bling-Blingage: $59.39
And rising! ^-^;;

Okay, so its raining and I can’t help but feel refreshed with my bedroom window down. If it were winter, I’d be cold and miserable; but it’s warm outside, with the pitter-patter of the rain outside mingling with the Mp3’s I’m idly playing (“Seven Nation Army” by the White Stripes, at the moment). Part of me wants to turn off the music and enjoy the sound of rain while it’s here, but…Well, not yet. I have my shirt off, my hands smell a bit bleachy by the disinfectant I use to clean stuff at work. I took my shirt off because it somehow seeps in the cigarette-smell, and I don’t smoke…Besides, it’s warm enough to comfortably sit without a shirt, right?

To be honest, I didn’t post in my blog for a few days for several reasons; but mostly because of a listlessness that’s a little hard to describe. I wanted to post in my blog, but I didn’t know what to type about. But really, that doesn’t make too much sense…Because I often make up what I put in here as I go along. I guess there’s a certain sort of mood that has to go with blogging, at least for me. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad mood; just a mood for typing, for elaboration on one’s life. I really wasn’t in that mood until now. The good news is that I’ll be working a lot more; which means that there’ll be a higher chance for me to drop by Otakon and enjoy myself, for once. The bad news is that in order to do so, it’ll mean that I’ll probably have to postpone my weekly Magic: the Gathering tournament for a while. It’s a little disappointing; I’ve been wanting to toss together a Greater Good deck (NO GIFTS UNGIVEN!…If you don’t know what that is, don’t worry about it. n.n; ), and have made a bit of headway last Friday. 1 Greater Good, 2 Yosei (the Morning Star), 1 Kokusho (The Evening Star), and a few other rares to go. n.n;

As it stands now, my tips will- for the most part- be placed into what I’d call the “Otaku Fund”. Really, it’s just a small bamboo box my mom got me from the Bombay Company that I’m going to stuff with cash until bursting. I ain’t gonna touch it until I absolutely know whether or not I’m going to Otakon. If I do, spiffilicious; if not, eh, I’ll either save it or find something else to excessively spend on. I guess I’m counting my chickens before they hatch; but I would really enjoy going there with enough money to do whatever the fsck I wanted. Actually, I’d like to cosplay as Paladin Alexander Andersong from Hellsing; but unless I can manage to get a really good outfit (I’m a perfectionist; sue me) for a really good price (I just started saving up money now- which is a few months before the ‘con…I ain’t giving myself much time, here), I’m probably going to go as just plain Ninshan. The last time I went, it was as Amarao from FLCL…Eh, but that was two years ago, with three other people (Crazy chixxors, at that). This time, it might just be me; maybe Goose, if his parents let him. I guess time will tell.

Current Otaku Bling-Blingage (Don’t laugh! It’s just today’s tips…It’ll get bigger! >.<): $34.09

..And climbin’ again, tomorrow!

I’m having as much fun at ebaumsworld.com as a kid in a candyshop. No…Seriously; I’ve got enough pics to point out to last me a long, long time.

Despite appearances, those aren’t see-thru; they’re actually painted onto the fabric to make them LOOK see-thru, and are the current rage in Japan (Or so Mr. Ebaum is telling us..). x.x I need to get to Japan. No, seriously; otakuhood aside, their ideas just keep getting better and better.

Next! (DU-DU-DU-DUU-DU-DUUU! CHARGE!)

;-;!! Dear sweet God in Heaven, NO!! Just…NO!!! Just…Just…NO! ::Cries::

DU-DU-DU-DUU-DU-DUUU!

…Y’know, something tells me these guys and the Catholic priesthood are in perfect agreement for once…

DU-DU-DU-DUU-DU-DUUU!

…There’s something wrong with this picture, but not quite as wrong as golfing…

DU-DU-DU-DUU-DU-DUUU!

Ebaum’s World said it best: “A major dilemma in California…”

DU-DU-DU-DUU-DU-DUUU! (Last one for tonight, I promise! n.n)

YES, MA’AM! ^o^!!

Eh, okay so this was just a way to make it seem as if I were posting something worthwhile. To be honest, I’m aching a little from splitting wood, and probably will for the next week or so. So until then, expect laziness from me all the way. =) A bientot!

With a new woodstove, I suddenly play a new role in the household; the woodsplitter. So for a good hour of today (Technically yesterday..) and several days afterwards, I’m going to be beating the living hell out of large logs with my handy-dandy maul to provide warmth for my family next winter. My hands hurt and my shoulders ache…

…But that won’t stop me from going Friday the 13th on a tree, if someone says I’m killing ‘em. I butcher the trees after they’re chopped down, okay? That’s like telling the butcher that they’re a cow-killer. It’s just..Not..True. u.u Sorry, but I had to get that out of the way. Seriously, I could almost imagine an environmentalist giving me hell. Yes, I know we’re screwing up the environment. I hope to live, to see hydrogen-powered vehicles and stem cells that can make me the next, everlasting Fabio.

..Hey, it could happen! e.e

…I STILL can’t believe it’s not butter. x.x;;

Yeah, I get that sort of problem all the time…T.T;;

I’ll get you, my pretty! And your little dog, too! XD!!

…x.x Paired with the picture, that’s so wrong…

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x.x I guess I picked the wrong alias..?

BEHOLD, I’VE FOUND PROOF!

Eh, sorry for the lack of updates; I had to work on Easter, and it wasn’t anything special. Leave it to my mom to give away the honey-baked ham and cheesecake and hold onto the trashy foods that’ll rot in the refridgerator. Between the absence of anything worth saying and how moody I’ve been feeling in the past few days, the only interaction between this blog and I have been several half-assed attempts to post when I was feeling irate that I abandoned out of frustration.

…Really, I don’t have anything better to say than that. Stay tuned, kiddies.

The peeps are coming!

Lock your doors, close the windows! If you don’t, the sugary, marshmellow sweetness shall rot your teeh and your mind!

…Oh, no! They’ve come! You’re doomed! DooOoOoOooomed!!

LoL…If you hadn’t noticed, Easter’s around the corner. Now, the grand total of maybe four people who actually take the time and read my blog may be thinking, “But Tom, aren’t you agnostic? Doesn’t questioning what God is mean that you shirk Christmas, Easter and most other religious holidays?” …Or something like that.

…Uh, no. That’d be like a catholic girl actually WAITING until she got married to have sex. And…Heheh…I’ve yet to see that kind of restraint in Maryland. (And no, I don’t mean that as a sexist statement, ‘cuz I’m sure that catholic guys get laid all the time. >.< How in the fsck do the nuns and priests do it!?)

Look, just because I question the belief of the holiday, doesn’t necessarily mean I don’t understand the meaning behind it. Eh, or my half-assed meaning behind it. Yeah, Christmas is supposed to be Jesus’ birthday; but for me it’s a day where I don’t need an excuse to tell my family I love ‘em and spend rediculous amounts of money on presents that they may or may not appreciate. And as such, instead of being a day that’s strictly Christian, it ends up being a day where I don’t need an excuse to hide plastic eggs with candy inside, dye real eggs, and give and/or eat candy and things that’ll give me false teeth when I’m thirty. Yeah, this brings up the whole my being a(n) heretic/heathen/infidel again, but seriously; too many religions espouse that they’re right, and everyone else is wrong. What kind of narrow-sighted outlook is that? Example: I had a friend of mine, named David. Irritating as hell, sometimes, but what made him unique is that he personified the Protestant zealot for me. He believed that Christian Protestantism was right, and every other religion was wrong…He really didn’t have a problem with saying so, either. He didn’t take into account that Catholicism was around quite a bit longer (Protestantism and the various other branches are a “schism” of Catholicism, after those silly catholics a couple-hundred years ago started taking that grand inquisition a bit too far. Fun!). Nor did he take into account the possibility of Islamic’s Qu’ran being correct, given that it acknowledges Christ’s role as a prophet (But not as the son of God..). He didn’t acknowledge Hinduism, the oldest widely-practiced religion in the world (and the third-largest in the world..). Nor did he look deeper into the Holy Grail, Da Vinci’s code, how Christianity attained its popularity within the world. He didn’t accept any viewpoint that contradicted the things that were probably spoon-fed to him all his life.

…To be honest, those sort of people piss me off in a bad way.

I mean, it’s one thing to be faithful in a religion; I’ve always believed that religion was a healthy thing so long as it helped better mankind, didn’t impede the progress of science (which could potentially better the populace), and did not reach the fanatical heights that allowed zealots and fanatics to have their way. But when a person is unwilling to see the possibilities beyond what a several thousand-year-old book tells them, it gets to be a chore just to speak with that sort of person. So I say again, it’s one thing to be faithful in a religion; it’s quite another thing to be a slave to one’s religion. And the only way you’ll see that happen to me is when, well, if I get married to a very, very religious woman. And I mean, the sweetest, intelligent, caring woman I’ve ever met. Seriously, we’re pushing the envelope, here.

…Until that day, though, I’m going to keep pushing the envelope, I think. To be honest, I’d rather not be a blind little sheep.

…’Cuz I’m a STALLION, baby! XD