Three Cancer Cells walk into a bar. The Bar my begins crying ridiculously.

I am inside Vancouver, and I've decided that I could never be a city dweller. The magic ticket boxes and super fast locomotives scare me, or more accurately, the people on the super fast locomotives scare me.

But at any rate, I feel I need to address something important to myself. Humor.

I am a satirical person, I won't lie. I make light of damn near everything. From Poop to Cancer. And I have gained and lost friends because of it.
My world view, is that if you can make a joke about something, life won't drag you down as much, so I joke about near everything (there's stuff even I won't touch, despite my boundaries being far, far away from where I stand.)
And even as I have done so, I have experienced a happier life style then before. I am a happier person, and I worry less about stuff people usually worry about.
As I said before, I've lost plenty of friends because of my... style of humor, we could say, but that doesn't change who I am.
I AM WHO I AM, AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE THAT.
I am the master of my own fate, and as much as you may dislike that, you can deal with it.

Keep Calm and Carry on.

Don't Stop Me Now!

Natalie Portman is HAWT.

But that is not all. I am watching Your Highness, and thought I needed to say that.

I've been craving lately. Craving a good RPG, that is not on a console. Meaning, a tabletop RPG. Like Dungeons and Dragons.

Or the Dragon Age Tabletop. That I have. And haven't played yet.

Forever Alone...

~Keep Calm and Carry On

"Hello, my treacherous friends, and thank you for joining me here tonight. I brought you all here to discuss, as I must, how pleasant has been this demise"

I had something to say here. Really.

But now I can't remember what it was. Oh well.

The Titleless Post

Wait, by titling this post "The Titleless Post." I gave it a title, ergo, the Title is title. Crap.

At any rate, I felt the need to get used to my new keyboard, and decided the easiest way to do that is to update my blog.

So here we are.

So here we are.

That was on purpose by the way, the second one was supposed to be in a different voice, and it sounded better in my head then it did in text, but whatever. I felt the need to point that out.

But at any rate, I decided that I generally have surrendered on the entire "Liking Everyone" thing, because 90% of the population are giant pricks. 5% are slightly less pricks, 4% are gigantic A-holes, and that leaves 1% of good people left on this gigantic planet supporting almost 7 billion lives (statistic via World Bank, circa 2009).

Interesting, it's easier to type with my keyboard in my lap, rather than it on my desk. Curiouser and Curiouser.

But, as of this moment, I have 2 downloads running on Steam. One of them, being Borderlands, with all DLC, and the other being Metro 2033, which I've been meaning to pick up for a while now, but is still Forty-some dollars used at Gamestop for the 360, but was 75% off on Steam today. So they're both downloading simultaniously.

Sexy, isn't it.

But with that, I bid you adieu, I have some Dragon Age 2 calling out my name, it's all like:

"Nicholas, come play me... Come conquer the Deep Roads, and 100% clear Act 1!"

That's what I did all day today. Play Dragon Age 2. Smexy Day.

Keep Calm and Carry on, everyone.

~Nicholas/MeZmYk

Qwerty is a word?

Apparently, QWERTY is an approved word in the 4th Edition of the Scrabble Dictionary. Who knew that our modern day lingo and technology speak had invaded our Language so.
Next thing we know, 'leet' will be in the scrabble dictionary, just like it is apparently in the Google Chrome Dictionary.
But on the topic of language, there are days where I just feel like bashing my head into a brick wall, after seeing how people treat the language I have grown to love and understand these past 19 years of my life.
And QWERTY is scrabble is one of them.
Now, I live and die by the Rules of Language, which is why it irritates me so much to see how people slenderize and abuse what we take for granted every day.
Imagine if no one could speak the same language, everyone spoke random gibberish, that only they understood. Just one day, everyone you knew spoke differently then the you.
How would you feel? Alienated? Alone? Confused?
That's how I feel. Every day of my life.
I appreciate the people who make the effort to understand that our language is a beautiful mistress, that if we care and respect her correctly, we will grow and mature in it, and allow her to grow as well, and become even more beautiful.
But I ramble.

And with that, I bid you adieu for now.
And always remember,
Keep Calm and Carry On.

Angry, Angry Bi-rds!

I seriously hate that game, it's less addictive than diarrhea.

I prefer cut the rope, or tiny wings. I swear, the tiny wing bird would taste delicious.

Nyom, nyom, nyom.

Anywhore, I had an interesting experience a while back at work.

A woman approached me, and said something along the line of "Do you know someone who could help me move?" after explaining her situation to me, that I was less than interested in, seeing as I was busy at work, as per usual.

Me, thinking of groups to contract out, replied, "No, I can't think of any..."

She quickly replied, "Do you know if there are any Mormon Missionaries in town?"

At this point, I said "Why, I happen to be a Mormon myself!"

So I hooked her up with a few phone numbers to call, and she got a hold of the missionaries and that was that, until this past Saturday, when the missionaries came 'round to help move our piano.

They explained more of the situation, but I doubt you're interested in that, so we shall move along. If you want to hear the rest of this story, let me know, and I'll post the rest here or somewheres else.

Anyhow, I'm excited for September, for Dead Island and Gears of War 3.

Also, Halo 4! Woo!

~Because I'm Awesome Like That.

"You know what would go great with this pie? Some crack."

Known to Cause Insanity in Laboratory Rats.

The title has a meaning for once, surprise surprise.

I'm considering leaving my current job, to go work at a pharmaceutical plant, sorting pills for 10 hours a day, 5 days a week.

And if you know me, that says tons about how much I hate my job.

But I just want to talk quickly about the Westboro Baptist Church, and how much they suck.

For those of you who don't know who the Westboro Baptist Church is, they are a Baptist Church, obviously, that frequently pickets funerals in response to specific events. Often, they picket military funerals as Anti-Gays.

I never supported that, but what they planned next, I feel I'm justified to say one thing.

They are not supported by any Religious Image, Organization, or Faction. They are a cult, nothing more, nothing less, and very likely satanic.

They are picketing the funerals of the victims of the Norways shootings, claiming they were killed in the name of God.

In happier news, Phillip DeFranco yesterday in his "BAMF of the Day" segment brought to light two women, who saved 40 children from the massacre. While dining on the opposite side of the lake, they heard screams and gunshots, and took their boat to the camp, and started transporting children 10 at a time away from the shooting.

The best part, they returned after being shot at. The killer shot at them in their attempts to save the children, and their boat is riddled with bullet holes now, but everytime they returned, the faced death, and canned him good.

And for that, I salute you. At least there is still heroism and righteous choice in this world.

Because I'm Awesome Like That.


"It's hot. How hot is it? It's so hot, I poured McDonalds Coffee on my lap to cool off."
-Phillip J. Fry

EDIT: I found this shortly after writing this: http://goo.gl/ozn8Q