What is Otherworld?
Well basically Otherworld is a place for me to get back at people and characters I’m currently loathing. Quite simply it’s a neighborhood in my Sims2 game that houses sims representing people I’d like to assault, maim, or kill but don’t feel like going to jail to do so and characters who as they only live in people’s imaginations I can’t assault, maim, or kill even if I did feel like going to jail to do so.
It’s been a long, long time. I guess I haven’t had much to say, or when I have I’ve been to damned lazy to actually, y’know, write up anything. But I have a rant, and I don’t think Kellie wants to hear it, so I’ll dump it here instead and she can read and comment as she chooses.
Was reading an article on Yahoo today about this town in Mississippi that canceled prom because a young woman wanted to come to prom dressed how she wanted to dress and with whom she wanted to come with.
Exceedingly long time, no rant. It’s been a quite month, so forgive me, please. But I’m back and cranky as always. Today’s rant is courtesy of Michael. Not in a bad way, just he sort of started the whole ball rolling. I was sitting at my computer talking about Christmas (Bah hummybug) with Juleah when out of nowhere Michael yells:
NOBODY CARES!
Okay if this is one of those reasons I know that clowns really are evil! I am so pissed off I can barely see straight, and it’s so stupid! It all started out with burger slinging. I was actually in a good mood, I had a really nice nap, a snack of some dried fruit mix, and was playing a game until Kellie got on because I had a question for her. (Which, I might add I cannot remember now.) It’s a stupid little time management game where you construct sandwiches and other stuff, for a motley crew of patrons hopefully before they get pissed at you and leave.
I’m actually really pretty good at the game, I manage to get through the entire game not only before they got pissed at me and left, but with 5 service stars for every character on every level in the game. So like I said: Good mood!
The other day Michael shared a comic with me. A webcomic he reads and thinks I would find funny. Without going into a lot of back story, which I don’t understand because I haven’t actually read more than a few of the comics, there’s this guy (hence forward known as guy 1) and he doesn’t like this other guy (hence forward known as guy 2) Also important in this summary is the girl. The girl is friends with guy 1 and has been secretly dating guy 2. Guy 1 finds out that the girl and guy 2 have been dating.
The production of bovines thus ensues.
Name me one politically-correct comedian who is actually funny. *hums Jeopardy theme* I’ll wait, I’ve got time.
Can you think of one? I can’t. All of the comedians I can think of who are funny are not politically correct. I mean that’s part, I think, of being a comedian, blurring the politically correct line. Tapdancing on all of the “rules” about what we can and can’t say.
Now, at twenty-eight years old, I am well aware that painfully little in life is fair, but Kellie is being completely unreasonable! I was doing a writing exercise, there was–at least theoretically–supposed to be two more parts to Scar Tissue, but I got stuck midway through the 1,000 word part 2. I can’t figure out how to get from what I’ve got to where I’m trying to go.
Max & Nic ~550 words PG-13 Adult Situations, Underage, Pre-slash
“There is no us. If you get caught, it’s all on you.” Nic said.
Kellie and I are in what seems like it will be an endless debate. You see, I have a problem with clowns. I’m not afraid of them. I just really, really, really don’t like them. Maybe it’s cause Gacy was a clown, and It was a clown, and the existance of the Insane Clown Posse.