East Side Militia HQ

Here’s the funny thing about heroin.

People actually do it.

wa wa!

I got quit from my job. I will soon have to mount a campaign to get paid.

Fuck this rotten town.

trainspotting is on. this is some shit.

HEIRARCH SEVERIUS!!!

BRING IT!!!!

btw. canceled race til tom tom. i am worried about my boy-Bowyer. If he doesn’t make it in the chase i will just have to throw jack daniels bottles at every single person i see.

it’s required.

pss- the world is worth it.

psss

1=1

pssss

it is what it is.

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I took several personality tests and they all say that is what I am. It is easy to look up, so I won’t even link to it. I have seen this before, but it struck me as more important this time around. It helps to try to make sense of myself and why some things are so desperately important to me and yet I can’t bring myself to learn to tie a tie.

In one word, it is described as Architect. An awesome site that makes fun of all the personality types refers to it as the “Egghead”. Makes sense. Even as a kid I thought I was an alien. I didn’t learn to tie my shoes or ride a bike until way after other kids did. Velcro worked and I was pretty much just walking down the street, so no point in a bike. I didn’t speak until I could speak in complete sentences. I don’t take regular showers or give a fuck about what I am wearing. I am a hermit. I try to understand where people are coming from, but usually think they are completely alogical.

I kick ass in grammar.

Supposedly, I’m supposed to be good at math too. I liked physics more, but I think I just don’t know enough about it or at least try to steer my mind in other directions.

I have a horrible time with women.

All of it feeds into the personality type, so, though I think I am a sovereign individual who makes his own choices, I think that if there are quantifiable personality types(I would probably use the word “tendency” because types is a little to categorical and absolute to my standards) that this INTP caste might well include crazy, little me.

What is yours? I am curious. If you read this let me know, if you take the 3 minutes to take a couple tests and then read the lit and see if any of it rings a bell. I am curious. And according to the lit, I probably won’t have any fucking clue. I am supposed to be bad with those whole people things.

I am wearing sweatpants.

Also, watch the Alex Jones clip of Waking Life on youtube. It is like 3 minutes and makes me want to shit.

You knew I had to sneak some of that shit in, didn’t you?

I tried to put in a ready made link with my quantified results, but it fucked everything up and pissed me off big time. So, do your own research. It’s easy and you are all smart.

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It is 4:10 AM. Damn it. I thought I was getting towards normal again. Nopers.

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so, i lied about coming back to indiana. I will stay here in California where I can be without depressing a gas pedal for 15 hours a day for 2 days straight.

Jesus is the way and the light.

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So, I have been falling asleep in the morning lately.

It’s pretty sweet, if sweet were shitty.

I just got done watching the sisterhood of the traveling pants. This is the 3rd or fourth time I have watched that movie. Obviously I think it is awesome. It goes right up there on the list with You Got Served, Drumline, and Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift. What would a good title for that list?

Movies people think are laughably bad.

Movies no self-respecting film school grad would watch once, let alone repeatedly.

Garbage.

Well, fuck y’all. I like ‘em.

I have actually been watching way too many god damn movies lately. Whether that is why I haven’t been getting to sleep or vicee versee -I have been watching them because I can’t sleep- I don’t know the answer to that.

Lady in the Water is also the best movie that M. Night Shymalan has done since Sixth Sense. Three reasons for this are-
1. It didn’t have a tricky dicky ending.
2. Shamalamadingdong’s sister in the movie is hot.
3. I am a corny fag.

Delicatessen is a wierd French movie worth watching.

Jesus Saves.

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I haven’t been posting much on this lately because the league is off. While nominally the East Side Militia is my invocation of the Second Amendment and platform for world dominance, it is primarily my Warmachine team… So, when the league is off, I don’t really have shit to say. Or do.
The pins still aren’t in.

Fuckers.
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New Horus Heresy book Flight of the Eisenstein is rad. The writer could seriously use an editor, but the series continues to be better than most of that Black Library tripe. The first one is still the best by far. Sorry everybody else, but Dan Abnett trumps you in a big way.

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And in ESMHQ news, Alex is moving out in September. This got me super down for a few days until I talked with her and she assured me that we were still going to be friends and I figured out someone else to live with. Looks like my buddy Travis is going to move in. That will be rad. I’m going to miss the shit out of Alex, but it will be way more convenient for her to live in the city. Convient driving time-wise. I think she is going to miss G-dale. Though it is sort of in the sticks. That is why I like it, but it is a hassle.

Travis was actually on the East Side Militia in the last league. I probably wrote a post about it. Life imitating art, I guess.

God damn I worship misusing cliched phrases

and this is a test:

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I’ve been alive for a quarter century now! yay!

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I just published the same basic thing twice.

The first thing I ended up doing this morning was watching all my shows on tivo.

fuck there are days i could take a bat to myself.

Current plan-12:10pm:
Close my bank account.
Shower.
Put together my bills.
Make a few calls/emails about jobs.

Also to mention about this weekend-badass paranoia game. I was the most pissed happiness officer you have ever seen. Joe Robinson ate all of my happiness pills and I killed the majority of the other players trying to get them back and threatened the rest with a blue water pistol.

Plus kicked it old school with Rob and ate some burgers and fucked up getting into a raid in DDO.

I’m sure I will also end up at the game store tonight and check on the league. Holy shit if I’m not still number 1 I am going to stomp around like a madman.
I’m kind of already pissed about it.

Now I have to get all that other garbage done so I can fucking check on that.

Fucking god damn I will burn them all down and consume their fucking souls. They will fall to my rush. I will overwhelm them with flesh and flame and they will beg for conversion as stretch their limbs and lay bare their sins for my holy god.

but first…errands!

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fucking hell.

be damned Denver airport. be damned windshear. As we went into the airport this afternoon the plane shook all to hell and then they had to circle around the city to wait for the wind to land again. I have never been so close to puking in a plane ever.

Man, my personal invulnerability is really going fast. I know I am going to be in the dead ass center mid-twenties, but I didn’t think wing wobbling would ever fuck with me so much.

So, I sat on Jon’s porch yesterday and drank beers until we were out. We tried to get more, but it was sunday in indiana… that wasn’t really a worry. His girlfriend, Kendra, cooked some tofu she had marinated with some onions and other stuff. We had them on hoagie rolls with cheese, mustard, mayo, tomatoes and spinach from Jon’s garden.

Jon is one of those people that makes me proud to be a part of my species.

I didn’t mean to bitch about the wedding, I just wanted someone to constantly refill my champagne glass every time it was empty. I only had five or so glasses and I wanted nearer to thirty. So, maybe I am just a greedy fuck.

I don’t need to drink anymore. I ended up giving basically everyone I knew(and Jason’s mom I think) a kiss at the wedding. I was happy as shit. Jason’s sister gave me a shitty look when I started pouring beer on the floor. I don’t fault her for that one bit.

There are other stories. Some I’ll share if you ask. Some I’ll keep to myself.

I have a wierd feeling in me. I am going to need to get my shit together.

I thought a lot about getting married and having kids this weekend. I’m getting old because it doesn’t seem like a such a bad idea anymore. In fact, it is seeming more and more like a reason to try to succeed at things and build a foundation in my life that I can then use to support the lives of others I care about. I think the only reasons I have against it are cynical, but those are always the ones I tend to believe in the most.

I think I need to embrace more my absurdism and less my fatalism. It might make talk to god more, but that motherfucker needs someone to set him straight anyways.

beers on the back porch
the selfishness of poets
smoke is the meaning

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So, this is the longest time since having this blog that I haven’t posted in it. It is sort of like a drug addiction.

I’ve been in Indiana. Today I drank beers on Jon Nolen’s back porch. I couldn’t have asked for a much better day.

The Bulls lost. It was sort of eventual. They are going to be so good in the future. I am very excited about their prospects.

I kissed a whole fuck ton of people at Heather’s wedding. Sometimes I get drunk and get an idea in my head. Last night happened to be giving people kisses. I think it came from Heather’s Aunt Francis giving me a kiss on the cheek. Either way, I kissed Jason at least 3 times. I kissed Jon on the mouth. Maybe that makes up for him buying me beer, feeding me and getting me a hotel room. Nope.

Some people in this world are just better than me. Jon is one of those people…

I fell in love with his dog Grendel until I learned that it liked to eat steaming shit. That kind of fucked it up to me.

TO THE WINDOWS!!! TO THE WALLS!!! TIL SWEAT SWEAT DRIPS DOWN MY BALLS!!! AWW SKEET SKEET SKEET SKEET SKEET!!! AWW SKEET SKEET GOD DAMN!

I kind of really like Justin Timberlake and I had a conversation with Colin Jelliffe about it.

The wedding was cool. They were way too jewish with the champagne, but it all worked out in the end.

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