Our dwelling places.

Our bedrooms say a lot about us, I think. So if you want, make your own post with pictures of your bedroom, and any specific trinkets or nooks you think we’d like to see.

My own room was recently a disaster area, but I’ve been cleaning and rearranging it all weekend. *Warning, extremely photo-heavy. Duh.* The results are enclosed

Here’s a nice shot of my room at the height of awfulness. My bed was disassembled at the time… That huge wooden box with wheels is meant to house a synthesizer keyboard, but I’ve been keeping my swords in it.
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Horrible mess. Awful. Blah. Seeing it through the eyes of someone trying to clean it, I don’t know how I lived with it as long as I did.
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This is the room as it stands now. Stuff’s been moved around, and the floor is almost clean! And the counter…well, that’s on my to-do list.
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Here’s the habitable half of the room! :KD I transposed the positions of the bed and computer stuff. My desks used to sit at the foot of my bed, but I found that sitting on a mattress for extended periods kills your back. So back to using a conventional chair! A…peach-colored…conventional…armchair. 6,6
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Here’s where I sleep. And being the lazy cat I am, I sleep a lot. Stuffed animals everywhere, yay. They’re not the ideal bed companion, but they’re far better than an empty bed. Represented are lions, panthers, leopards, horses, huskies, and dolphins. I have yet to get my hands on a nice big tiger plushie, a fox, snow leopard, wolf, or dragon. Someday!
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Anyone wondering what I see when I’m typing to you, well…this is it these days. My rig is far from a powerhouse, but it’s modern enough to let me play most games. I’d like to replace my monitor with a LCD one, (the current monitor is about thirty pounds!) but I’m holding off for now. Pay no attention to the irony of a package of cookies and a canister of Slim Fast in the same frame. The peach armchair used to be Trickster’s, by the way. :K)
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The top of my dresser. When the room’s all put back together, there’ll be a pyramid of beaniebabies up here instead. Hmm, what’s that odd box under the dolphin bank? Let’s look inside…
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Larger images here, because I want to make sure the detail is preserved. This is my little treasure chest… A box from Tanzania mailed home to me from my sister. I filled it with a portion of my gemstone collection.
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And in a little secret compartment…a warp crystal to Aquaria! No, it’s another semi-precious stone. Beneath it are a bunch of bullets I removed from a rifle discarded on our lawn by a drunken coon-hunter a few years ago. I decided it’d be best to return the weapon to him unloaded when he returned for it a day later. (I did shoot it once though, in the backyard before anyone else knew about the rifle. First time I ever fired a gun.)
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This is practically the computer chop shop. The systems you see here were rescued from curbs around town. I have four 15″ monitors, two Windows 95 systems, one Windows 98 system, and some crazy busted rig with a Russian BIOS. If anyone local (or anyone coming to Anthrocon or Morphicon next year) can use any of this stuff, let me know! And yes, that’s a Boba Fett helmet atop the printer paper. I got it from Asmo before he moved to Colorado. I should enhance the paint job and replace the flimsy visor…
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This bookcase represents a portion of the material I like to read. Most of my fantasy/sci-fi novels are in the other bookcase. This one contains my comicbooks, graphic novels, old textbooks and my DVD collection. I’ve saved money whereever possible assembling this mess. My semi-local used bookstore is a wonderful place to grab DVDs for five bucks apiece.
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The fire extinguisher box! Soltris and Arcturax were with me when I found this thing at Mendelson’s. I’m going to mask off the handle and windows, and paint it up…then put some green lights inside and call it a cryogenic chamber. Why? Because I can. It makes a nice storage bin too.
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A print I acquired at the very first art auction I’d ever been to, at the very first convention I’d ever attended: Millenicon, a smallish local sci-fi con.
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A nifty poster I found at Alco’s. 9,9 Rawr!
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A big cabinet filled with assorted junk. Videotapes, computer junk, more textbooks, folders of papers I vaguely thought I should keep… I’m a packrat I suppose.
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Well I’m sure that was mind-numbingly boring. I hope your rooms are more interesting!

Meh. I should be in bed.


I just got through watching Fightclub again, and thought I’d ruminate about violence for a moment.

I’d say that I’m not a violent person. I don’t like confrontations; they make me sick to my stomach. Sure I get angry… I have ridiculous road rage. (If only the soccer moms and disabled senior citizens driving in front of me five under the speed limit could hear the things I shout at them…) And in a world without legal consequences, I don’t think I’d have any compunction to shooting out the tires of bad/reckless drivers.

But to hurt *them*, myself? To smash my car into theirs, get out of my car, pull them out of theirs, and beat the living tar out of them? I think it’s beyond me.

That doesn’t prevent me from enjoying violence-fantasies. Practically every geek on the planet has wanted to be Neo at some point, shooting lots of guns and throwing punches that shatter concrete. Many of us collect weapons, from our era and times past, as if by possessing them we might gain back a flicker of the warrior spirit that used to dwell in so many of us.

Nowadays if someone periodically hurts or kills others, they’re fed into a system aimed towards driving the rage and violence out of them, to make them another quiet little cog in society. The violent people in our prison systems today are the soldiers who fought our wars centuries ago. Today they’re not needed. We turn from that ‘ugly’ side of our nature…deny it, shun it, lock it away. But you know that spirit dwells in us.

Why else would we watch what we do on television and in movie theaters? Why would we play the games we do, and shoot each other with infared beams or paintballs? We are creatures of violence. Even if we are pasty and fat, the flicker’s still there.

Will we evolve out of this fascination for carnage? Will we stop enjoying holding tools of murder in our hands? (Why *is* a gun so comfortable to hold? Why do we enjoy swinging a sword more than a baseball bat?) Or will it always be with us, and we’ll just keep finding more realistic ways to simulate the killing and destruction that lives in the reptile parts of our brains?

Our laws keep the strong from dominating the weak. The weak survive to reproduce, when nature would have it another way. I don’t believe nature should have its way, (I’d soooo be naturally selected!) but it’s undeniable that it has caused problems. Disease. Old people hooked up to machines to survive for another day of…sitting there hooked up to machines. Couples that couldn’t be bothered to use protection living off government money to support their six kids. (Not a racist statement. I don’t care if you’re a redneck honky or an African American, or whatever. If you can’t support a kid on your income, much less FOUR, learn how to use a condom or start trying anal sex!) I’ve met a man who tried to kill his baby daughter in the hospital, just a few days after she was born. The mother is a beaten, submissive wreck with missing teeth and a marginal IQ. Guess what? That couple had their children returned to them by the government, after a foster family (mine) raised them for two years. (During that time, the mother got pregnant yet again.)

I do believe every life is unique and ought to be preserved… But there are a *lot* of assholes out there who ought to be beaten within an inch of their lives, if that’s what it takes to drive the assholeishness out. Some days, I meet or see someone who by my standards (and I’m a fairly tolerant guy with no particular enmity towards any specific people group, religion, etc.) should die, and I just want to go ahead and do it. Sure I’ll go to jail. But at least I’ve removed that person from the world, and saved people a lot of potential suffering.

Ionotter showed me one of those people when he pointed out a videoclip of a large man beating a much, much smaller man in a pizza parlor…while no one lifted a finger to intervene. He was a grown version of a schoolyard bully who had never been taken to task properly for exceeding accepted societal tolerances. Such disregard for other people…such lack of empathy… There’s a human whom the village should stone to death.

This has kind of wandered all over… I’m just struck by the duality of myself when it comes to violence, and the larger reflected duality of us all over the same thing. We are so immature. We don’t know ourselves, we can’t deal with our children, and the few voices of sanity and maturity we have are drowned out by football games, bloodthirsty news anchors, and commercials for luxury automobiles.


I finally saw that ‘Robots’ movie, and though it was frequently predictable, it was still *fun*. I don’t understand why it didn’t do well in theatres…

Of course Robin Williams managed to do
a) weird voices
b) women’s voices and
c) Crossdress. As a robot, he still managed it.

The main character bears a striking resemblance to megaman, and Robin’s character, ‘Fender’, is kinda dangerously close to a certain robot named Bender. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

I can’t sleep. My room is in shambles right now while I reorganize. Parts of my bed are strewn across twenty feet of basement. Books, Nerf gun parts, costume bits, DVDs and computer parts are stacked in bins while I shuffle book cases and cabinets around. I have too much stuff! But isn’t that the conclusion always reached when one is forced to relocate all their junk?


I’m doing a paper on blogs, and how I hope they’ll democratize journalism. But doing all this reading on blogs has me wondering…

Why did you start a blog/journal?

What keeps you posting?

Is it that interesting to keep up with the lives of people you’ve met a handful of times if *at all* in real life?

What in a blog/journal holds your interest?


My friends are mean to me. ;,;

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
Animakitty goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Batman.
astor_apatosaur tricks you! You get a wet rag.
babsbunny tricks you! You get a dead frog.
bigwolfbebad tricks you! You get a used tissue.
brianmclean gives you 16 softly glowing mint-flavoured gummy worms.
foxwing tricks you! You lose 5 pieces of candy!
galis gives you 7 brown spearmint-flavoured pieces of taffy.
ionotter tricks you! You lose 10 pieces of candy!
ja_ren gives you 3 yellow apple-flavoured gummy worms.
krysfoxx tricks you! You lose 6 pieces of candy!
slipscale tricks you! You lose 2 pieces of candy!
Animakitty ends up with 3 pieces of candy, a wet rag, a dead frog, and a used tissue.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
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I used to be a good student. Up through my third year of highschool, I got good grades. Then my senior year of highschool…I became a slacker. I still scraped by, doing a minimum of work. Then I graduated and went on to a university where I studied biology. I slacked s’more, and wound up losing my scholarships. I went to a community college next, where I slacked yet more, but squeaked by due to forgiving and easy courses. Now I’m back at a ‘real’ college again, and…well, despite my intentions, I’ve been slacking yet again.

Now, when my Mom suggested I might have Attention Deficit Disorder, I blew it off totally. That’s what the doctors say anytime you have a child who isn’t good at keeping up with their assignments, or acting out in class. But after last night when I was truly set on catching up on some things and I just *couldn’t* bring myself to buckle down and work…I realized that maybe I really do have the condition and that some medication might help me focus and get stuff done.

If the meds help me get work done again, then that can only be a good thing. I’m going to see a doctor this week hopefully. It may be too late to save my grades this quarter, but I have to do something…


Been down in the dumps since the French test. I’ll get it back today, and in all likelihood I’ll be taking this course again next quarter.

In other news, the two Mavericks I was working on are done. One goes to Scotland, one goes to Miamisburg Ohio. Hee.

I find Alan Dean Foster’s ‘The Damned’ series to be damn inspirational. If you haven’t read the series, you ought to do so. It’s a tale about an interstellar war between two coalitions of aliens: The Weave and The Purpose. The Purpose is basically the largest cult evar. They ‘persuade’ you to their way of thinking through the mind manipulation powers of a race called the Amplitur, who started the whole Purpose thing. The Weave are merely a coalition of alien races trying to fend off the all-devouring Purpose.
The Weave sends out an exploration mission to search for new allies. Who do they find? Us. We humans are unusual among the universe’s denizens in that we’re borderline-civilized. We can fight and not go into shock at the sight of blood. (Most races *do* go into shock, or can’t even get near the battleground. There’s only one major exception to that among the Weave peoples, and they fight only reluctantly.) Humans also have far denser musculature and a solid internal skeleton, making us tougher than practically everyone else.
The books are half philosophy, and half action. Pacifism, cultural blending, xenophobia, it’s all there and you’ll find it tough to put the books down.

Miss y’all. Mrew.