The Chronicles Of Perdin

School, Warefare, and Date Night.

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 10:13:46 GMT

I'm in panic mode as due dates are coming up quickly. By due dates I mean I have a poem due tomorrow morning that I'm editing, Thursday I have my novel & proposal thing due on Thursday, and Tuesday I have another paper due.

I have Call of Duty modern Warfare 2 fast paced action.

I have a date tomorrow night. Sushi and stuff. Should be fun.

Homework.

Hey Guy, Napalm works better.

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 10:14:19 GMT

Last month several Greenpeace activist broke into a Shell upgrade expansion site in Alberta. It turns out one of the sixteen people in that protest is in my Personal Narrative class. Today she got a phone call from one of her other activist (Since their conditions have been lifted on bail) and she said something that startled me and it was along the lines of: "I want this trial shit done with. If I'm not going to jail, I want to go back out there on the field."

I couldn't help but think about SKTFM, Kult, Bullshit with Penn and Teller, and other Rant Radio programs. I asked her why she does this, she gave me this long environmental response. I then commented how she sounds brainwashed by an organization to push their own agenda. She goes on about how Greenpeace is non-violent,peaceful, and I'm sure no Greenpeace members belong to other extreme groups at all....

Anyways I tell her to think very carefully about being part of an organization that treats their members as pawns in a chess game. She got really offended by this statement and said that she did it on her own free will, which I replied 'So do suicide bombers."

Class was about to begin, and she went on to say how she can't do anything besides radical ideas like these in order to get people to talk about the issues.

In I which I said,

"It didn't work for Guy Fawkes."

A writer gave me props...

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 07:26:56 GMT

Not as a writer of course... But anyways, today in class Ivan E Coyote came to visit and did a few readings from her short stories and opened up to the 'Q & A' portion of the bit. I truly believe she loves talking to people but my teacher is a douche who had to follow time constraints. But anyways I had one questioned answered and it was about the importance of writing as in Word Count Vs Coherent Word Count and November Write A Novel Month. She described her successful attempt at the competition and listed stuff about her challenge, but asked me how I knew this and I said I read it in an interview.

The questions that followed were like this:
- How do you come up with an opening line?
- Are you scared of what you put into your books?

and which at the end of class when she signed my book, she wrote this in:

- Kris,
Thank you for listening in class and asking the smartest question today.
- Ivan.

and I'm like w00t!

But anyways, she discussed about posting stuff online on facebook where anyone can read it.. (An answer to the scared of putting secrets into books) and I really wanted to ask how she felt about Copywrite laws for some reason...

Heh.

Sometimes I wonder if you're joking

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 10:14:03 GMT

Last time I checked, I don't have this friend reading this journal. But anyways, I may have a friend who is a Craigslist hooker... I'm not sure if she was joking or not, but... the way the conversation went was weird... Cause I was like "Hey I haven't talked to her in a while and I'm lonely" soo... I went "Hey what's up?" and then filler conversation. "So did you find a job" in which she replied yes. She then told me it was complicated and for five minutes of "Oh? What is it" and "Trust me" type stuff she said she was a Craigslist Hooker in which I said, really? And she said something on how I think lowly of her...

But anyways, long story short... I've removed her from possible dating list... Yes the list exist... it's actually on my msn list.. Yeah that's kind of sad isn't it?

Sam and I have summed up my Cam Vampire character as Deadpool without the crazy disorder. Seriously, it's kind of hot on what my character can do with a gun... It's even hotter when I'm backed by some of the richest kindred of the city.

But anyways, that of course was caused by the Halloween Game that I was briefly at with people. I share Tiffany's feeling of being disconnected with the whole group social thing, but in roleplay on can't simply wait.

I really hate it when people forward me shit that I've already seen. My dad and brother for instance. Gah, I've already seen it! I've been on the internet!

So because I haven't been to Women Studies class for a bit, I've been put into the worse fucking group ever. Seriously... I'm in the ALL GUYS GROUP of WOMENS STUDIES! I mean... there are only FOUR GUYS and we're put into a group together... and of course the other three are SLACKERS.

Together with our hellish hate, We'll burn you all--- that is your fate!

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 08:51:36 GMT

Is it sad that I enjoy an Ex's misery? I did some late night creepy reading and smiled when I found out her life sucks and she's in debt. I really do still hate her, but I was reminded of her the other day so that's why I did some late night reading.

I really do think anger is a productive emotion.

Anyways, besides being a creeper and being happy on other people's misery. I'm really excited for work Saturday as I will be wearing my Cowboy Ninja Viking outfit which there will be pictures of!

I'm also going to the cam game on Sunday.

Halloween Costume!

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 08:20:21 GMT

My Halloween Costume? Cowboy Ninja Viking.

Yes, I'm cosplaying (Trying to) an obscure comic book character.

Here is how the costume is gonna be:

Head: Cowboy Hat and maybe a Ninja headband.
Chest: My long Grey cowboy long coat/fake chain male or armor.
Belts: Cowboy Holster + Ninja Sash - Two swords on my right side, gun on left.
Pants: Hoping to get Ninja Pants/ Viking pants
Shoes: Cowboy Shoes/Ninja Shoes
Hands: Viking Axe/armor.

I think it balances all three of them up.

Hallow's Eve

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 08:24:01 GMT

Halloween is Saturday and I'm working. I have NO IDEA on what I wanna do.

Help?

You have bad taste in music.

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 23:21:32 GMT

Today I told my Ex she has bad taste in music. She sent me something that makes me rather listen to Brokencyde.

I present to you, Hollywood Undead's "Everywhere I Go"

What.The.Fuck.

I'm Alive

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 20:07:40 GMT

Well I'm alive.. still not 100% but alive. I'm working a lot right now so I'll be getting in some money! I bought Borderlands for the 360 today so I'll be playing that after I get some homework done.

I couldn't find anyone for my Herstory project (Where I interview a woman about her life) the difficulty is finding someone older than 55... I guess I have to use my mom (Who is 55 herself), but it kind of takes the point out of the project. Also I don't think I could give her the $75 interview money for the project since she is family..

Today I'm working on Personal Narrative... I'm gonna do it in a theme of a horror story I think. I've yet to heard my marks from my last one, but I think it did pretty good although the point of the story was missed by most.

Gah I should at least start typing before Beau comes home with my Nandos.

It feels like death.

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 02:25:29 GMT

I have swine flu.

That is all.

Halloween thoughts...

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 09:41:41 GMT

On Sunday I had a co-worker ask me if I could remove a curse off her. My brother was working at the time with me and it caused an awkward family moment, as my brother doesn't even know I have Tarot Cards. Anyways, I told the co-working that the guy who 'cursed' her is a sham and even though he may have cursed her, as long as she doesn't believe in it... nothing should happen. It's like prayer, in the fact that unless someone believes in it it won't work..

Anyways I should kill some rumors that i've been going around.

1. I'm NOT Gay:
Origin: In End of Eternity my Character Alexis Fe Fantum (Or Jean Paul Trotsky) is a bisexual. His costume is like a scenster with black eyeliner and such. During pre-game rambles someone asked my character what's up with the make up and I said that he's gay. This leads to speculation and Brett, Tiffany, and other people thought I was gay. So bah!

2. I DON'T practice Magic, Magick, or anything else!
Origin: I've told people that I used to be a Satanist. They assume the magic aspect and the fact that I like to play with Tarot cards every once in a while I also play with magic... or something.

Other than that I don't have any other rumors to kill.

Tomorrow we're work shopping "THE BUS RIDE" by me tomorrow for personal narrative. It's different. It's not only brutally untrue, but also honest. Hey? Tell me what you think!

The Bus Ride

It was another Vancouver day. It was cold, rainy, and windy. The rain fell sporadically. The rain would drizzle lightly like a summer shower, or it would plummet like stock traders in the late 1920’s. I leaned against the bus stop at Coquitlam Station, waiting for the ninety-seven to arrive. I gazed into the grey clouds above, letting the rain soak my face as if I were a bukkake star. I love the rain, and every time it rains, I think about ants drowning as if they were humans in Noah’s Arc. I wish the human race would drown, but then again, I suffer from a villain-complex.

Several minutes passed before I turned to check the bus schedule again. The bus was running late, an ongoing standard for Translink. Hands pushed me side to side, over and under, in a spontaneous half-assed attempt of a mugging. At the end of my accidental beating, I got a view of my attackers, umbrella people. They came from everywhere, the busses, the trains, and the streets. They rushed the bus stop to catch a bus that hasn’t arrived yet. They formed lines as if they were designed by anarchists. I stood in a sea of umbrellas, not meeting the accessory status quo.

The bus was in sight. It moved slowly towards the bus stop. The crowd of umbrella people moved closer, as if they were animals competing for mother’s milk. The rain had soaked my coat, melting my t-shirt onto my skin. The bus pulled in, ready to board. A tsunami of people rushed into the bus as if it was the last life boat on the Titanic. After I paid my over expensive fare, I managed to find a seat in the back of the bus. The bus engine revved up into what sounded like a death rattle, the bus began to move.

After a few stops the bus became crowded like a New Jersey gangbang. A chatty cell phone talking jailbait looking girl took a seat beside me. Usually no one sits beside the fat guy on the bus. As soon as she sat down my eyes were caught in a struggle from gawking at her perky breasts and crotch. I diverted my eyes to the driver’s rearview mirror. I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to be a bus driver. Driving the same bus on the same route, picking up the same strangers that are going the same place everyday, it would drive me mad.

Go, stop. Go, stop. Go, stop. That’s the concept of the bus. It’ll go for a few feet and stop for people to get off and on. The current street the bus is on has eight stops, a bit much for a single street. God forbid someone has to walk an extra five minutes to the next bus stop, what an inconvenience! Oh well, like a person mocking Patrick Henry would say, “Give me convenience, or give me death.” Convenience is what drives the self-masterbational system of capitalism. People get on, people get off. That is how the bus system works, for my so called convenience.

Jailbait got off at the stop where all the Simon Frasier University (SFU) students get off to catch the 143. I guess I could have hit on her without being on To Catch a Predator if she goes to SFU, my loss. I can’t guess a person’s age without an expiry date or a toe tag. If something looks border line illegal I just won’t do it, unless its jay walking, dumpster diving, or pillaging, then I’m a criminal mastermind.

I sit alone for a few stops. I have the freedom of an extra seat. I spread my legs out like a cheap whore at celebrities. I extend my arm across the other seat as if I was wrapping it around someone’s shoulders, but no one was there. I leaned my head back listening to some hipster indie band that would become popular someday. I’ll hate them when they become popular and ‘sellout.’ That’s all the world is, a big sell out. We’ve all cashed in at some point. It’s what you’ve sold out for that makes a difference.

I snuggled to the corner of the bus as a drunken construction worker gets on and sits beside me. He reeked of weed and alcohol, my nose flared up as I resisted the urge to beat the guy down. It’s one of my pet peeves, well three: Construction workers, drunks, and druggies. I wanted to grasp his curly hair, and smash his head on the metal poll in front of us. I refrained and looked outside the window, as the bus stopped waiting for the light.

I watched people cross the street, going to wherever they’re going: Work, school, mall, or some other insignificant place. An elderly man using a walker had difficulties crossing the light. People had no problem walking past him in droves, including a small girl running across to her mother on the other side of the light. Bass shook the bus, as a red sports car sped up and turned left ignoring the red light. Viciously, like a predator sinking into prey, the girl’s body was wrapped around the red car, and then became part of the pavement. The car didn’t stop.

Everyone on the bus was shocked. Gasps can be heard as if we were watching another Adam West’s Batman episode. No one inside the bus called 911. I didn’t have my phone on me, and the other passengers were too busy gossiping about what just happened to call. I tried to get out, but the bus started moving again. The driver wouldn’t let me off. It wasn’t a stop, so it wasn’t for my convenience. Minutes passed and the girl became a hushed memory of the bus, like a factoid on TMZ but less important.

I got off the bus at Lougheed Skytrain Station. The cultists are by the entrance handing out flyers for salvation for the future. I think about the little girl and wonder if she even has a future. I threw the flyer away as I got onto the skytrain platform. The ad on the platform displayed some sort of phone with the caption, ‘the future is here.’ This isn’t my future. I wasn’t told I would be a cog in an uncaring capitalistic machine that drives on innocence. No, my future was supposed to be different, flying cars, zeta beams, and spaceships, not a cloudy grey of emotionless souls with complicated stressful lives. If this is the future, the new wave, the new sound, then I have one question.

Where’s my fucking jetpack?

I need to figure out something to wear for Halloween. I'm having troubles cause I'm working which means my 9 dollar demon gloves are now useless! See I was planning to do a Demon/Death thing with makeup but it is unworkable since I still need to work.

Here's what I'm thinking of:

Plague Doctor
Vampire: Black Contacts? White? Blood? Details! That's what I need to know!
Cyberpunk
Science Fiction Pulp Hero

See I have no real ideas... Gah, I need to get up for school!

Later.

Possibly the Best thing ever.

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 09:34:13 GMT

The Promised Update

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 09:12:39 GMT

Gah I work all Thanksgiving Weekend... I hope I get Halloween off cause my costume might not be work friendly. I'm going as a Demon, which one I'm not sure but it's gonna be cool!

I had an interesting customer at work today. Essentially he rented a Movie and comes back several hours later screaming and yelling saying that there was no disk inside. Sometimes shit happens. So I go and check to see who last rented the disk and it turns out it never has been rented (New Release) until this guy picks it up. So that's really fishy. So I change disks with another copy and this guy demands credit in which I say, "No. Stuff happens" because it's really fucking weird. He asks why and I explained him the THREE possible things that could have happened.

1. A ninja stole the disk without harming the box.
2. The WHAREHOUSE which we order THOUSANDS upon THOUSANDS of DVDs from misses one single disk! (Which is possibly, I haven't seen this yet though.)
3. We get scammers who damage disks themselves so they can get credit. IE How do we not know that you didn't misplace the disk before putting it in the player? Or What I really meant was: How the fuck do I know you're telling the truth?

Cause usually in things like this the disk that is missing is from the previous renter and it's just a simple call. But when you're FIRST to rent a movie out... It's a bit fishy. It also doesn't help that some fuck tried to scam me out of 60 bucks with no success.

Seriously, I may anger several costumers, but no fraud shit gets passed me.

Other than that work is fine.

In school I'm taking Women Studies and Personal Narrative. I need to find a woman 35 years older than I to talk to about feminism for my Herstory project which will suck.Why? Cause I don't know anyone who is older than 58! More or less Women.

I've been having lucid dreams lately.

I also have this nagging feeling in the back of my head. I slept with a chick that I don't really like (I was really drunk) and we used protection and all but it's still nagging in the back of my head. I blame the general population of females I know who are or were pregnant for this.

Gah.

Note to self:

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 22:03:58 GMT

Update this thing more.

Will be updated tonight.

Tarot readings

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 07:29:08 GMT

Tarot Reading: Necronomicon Spread

Ok, this is the spread that came with my Deck and I’m gonna try it. I first say the oath to Cthulhu on my plush toy and start the spread. The spread has an overall connecting card, master and servants. The Overall card is the theme of the spread, and it relates to my question. The Masters are cards dealing with the present and the servants deal with future events/people and where it’s going to lead up.

My question: Where will I be in the new year?

Card of Fate: Beast of Babylon – VII Chariot (Cancer)
Meaning: Victory, conquest, Triumph, fruits of battle, admiration of the crowd, fame, & Glory.
My Take: In the New Year I would be finished another semester in school, it could also mean a completion of a new year. We’ll see how it goes and ties into each category.

FAMILY LIFE:
MASTER (Present): Yog-Sothoth – X (Inverted) Wheel (Jupiter)
Meaning: Treading water, lost opportunity, setback, lack of progress, bad luck.
My Take: I’ve never had the best luck with my family as people know. My parents are looking to selling the house to force my brothers and I out of it. So this isn’t surprising. Zodiac rules say I’m uneasy since I’m a Virgo which is true.

SERVANT (Future): Queen of Wands: Lady (Water of Fire)
Meaning: A mature woman with an innate authority over others, deep inner strength of will, relaxed self assurance, a complete absence of uncertainty, and a sustained sense of purpose that adapts flexibly to achieve its ends. She is well liked by those she dominates, because she does it with such grace and skill, project an aura of stability and security.
My Take: If a servant is a Queen/King/Knave/not a fucking number, it general means someone comes in as or exists in my life instead of a characteristic/thing. Seeing how the CARD OF FATE is of triumph and my Family life is screwed and a new figure (I haven’t talked to many older ladies than I lately) is what I’m assuming could be a land lord. She seems to dominate the relationship though of renter and rentee, I’m assuming. But the way I see it and the cards play it, it’s possible that I’m moving out pretty soon.

SOCIAL LIFE:
Master (Present): Deep One & Bride – XI Lovers (Gemini)
Meaning: Love, relationship, pledge, union, trust, devotion, and trust.
My Take: Friends are marrying and stuff, getting together. That’s about it. I’ve had a few confide in me, but they’re not together or in relations.

SERVANT (Future): Four of Discs
Meaning: Dominion, rank, earthly power, legacy, property, and gain of money.
My Take: With the card of fate and all I guess I’ll be more important to some of them for trust and what not? I have no clue.

WORK LIFE:
Master (Present): Amun – IV Emperor (Aries)
Meaning: Virility, creative spark, penetration, determined purpose, and passionate man.
My Take: I’ve been at home sick for work and haven’t worked in forever and determined to make a huge splash on Saturday night, so my efforts are even noted in the card. Just need to see if I’ll be successful and win that competition.

Servant (Future): (Inverted) Four of Wands
Meaning: Unsteadiness, hates, lack of preparation, anxiety about results, and rushing to finish.
My Take: Taking into affect that this is stuff in the new year, and that I’m supposed to be living alone I’m assuming I have a new job and I’m still trying to grasp what to do. But with the overall card being victory and conquest, I’m assuming this will be only a setback. Although it could also mean how my results on Tomorrow and Sunday nights would fare also, but I don’t think the future cards would be that quick.

LOVE LIFE:
Master (Present): Ishtar – XVII Star (Aquarius)
Meaning: Hope, Divine gift, cleansing of the soul, renewal of purpose, and destiny.
My Take: I haven’t been looking in the past few months for a relationship nor have I been doing the ‘emo’ thing I usually do. Maybe because the fall is starting again I’ll begin searching again and that’s why there is ‘hope.’

Servant (Future): Nine of Cups
Meaning: Success realized, material pleasure, wellbeing, and wish achieved.
My Take: I’m assuming by the new year I’ll be in a relationship, although I do think it’s still doubtful because a figure didn’t show up, but I’m seeing some success in this. Any takers :-P

EDUCATION LIFE:
Master (Present): (Inverted) Azathoth – 0 Fool (Air)
Meaning: Blindness, good advice ignored, meaningless talk, danger ahead.
My Take: I’m slowly finishing my schooling and my classes I’m slacking a bit and not taking things too seriously. Or the fact that I’m not learning about life right now.. or something.

Servant (Future): Knave of Disks: Auspex (Earth to Earth)
Meaning: A young woman or a child of generous nature, caring of others, giving of herself, with a deep constant courage to persevere in the face of difficulties. She preserves her resources with car, using them only where they are needed and is able to act effectively when decisive action is required. She is seldom caught without ammunition.
My Take: For education and such, I don’t know anyone like this and because it’s my ‘element’ I’m thinking this could be a muse of sort that I’ll meet which would teach me a lesson.

Heh, recap:

- Living without a family

- Change of workplace/difficulties

- Relationship

- More friendship

Victory!

Bus Ride

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 03:10:05 GMT

The first rough draft to Tuesday's writing class about a trip. Last piece was light, I promised angst filled.

The Bus Ride

It was another Vancouver day. It was cold, rainy, and windy. The rain fell sporadically, sometimes it’ll drizzle lightly like a summer shower, or it’ll plummet like stock traders in the late 1920’s. I leaned against the bus stop at Coquitlam Station, waiting for the ninety-seven to arrive. I gazed into the grey clouds above, letting the rain soak my face as if I were a bukkake star. I love the rain, and every time it rains I can’t help think of the ants that get washed away as if they were humans in the fairytale Noah’s Arc. I wish the human race would drown, but then again I suffer from a villain-complex.

Several minutes passed before I turned to check the bus schedule again. The bus was running late, an ongoing standard for translink. Hands pushed me side to side, over and under, in a spontaneous half-assed mugging. At the end of my accidental beating I got a view of my attackers, umbrella people. They had come from everywhere, the busses, the trains, and the streets. They rushed the bus stop to catch a bus that hasn’t arrived yet. They formed lines as if they were designed by anarchists. I stood in a sea of umbrellas, not meeting the accessory status quo.

The bus was in sight, it moved slowly towards the bus stop. The crowd of umbrella people moved closer, as if they were in a litter wanting mother’s milk. The rain had soaked my coat, melting my t-shirt onto skin. The bus pulled in, ready to board. A massive rush, a tsunami of people rushed into the bus as if they were passengers trying to get on the last lifeboat of the Titanic. After I paid my over expensive fare, I managed to find a seat in the back of the bus. The bus engine revved up into what sounds like a death rattle before we leave.

After a few stops the bus became crowded like a New Jersey gangbang. A chatty cell phone talking jailbait looking girl took a seat beside me. Usually no one sits beside the fat guy on the bus. As soon as she sat down my eyes were caught in a struggle from gawking at her perky breasts and crotch, and the front of the bus. I diverted my eyes to the driver’s rearview mirror. I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to be a bus driver. Driving the same bus on the same route, picking up the same strangers that are going the same place everyday, it’ll drive me mad.

Go, stop. Go, stop. Go, stop. That’s how the bus went. It’ll drive for a few feet and stop for people to get on and off. On the street I’m on there are eight stops, a bit much for a single street. God forbid a fat person has to walk an extra five minutes to the next bus stop, what an inconvenience! Oh well, like Patrick Henry’s quote, “Give me convenience, or give me death,” is the motto for the capitalistic world we’ve created. People get on, people get off. That is how the bus system works, for my convenience.

Jailbait got off at a stop where all the Simon Frasier University (SFU) students get off to catch the 143. I guess I could have openly hit on her without being on ‘To Catch a Predator’ if she goes to SFU, my loss. In these days it’s hard to draw the line with sexual fetishes are on the verge of illegality. I’ve known a dominatrix with a mean streak for sadism that borderlines assault. The line is blurred, like the outside scenery as the rain continues to drown the sinful city.

I sit alone for a few stops. I have the freedom of an extra seat; I spread my legs out like a cheap whore at celebrities. I extend my arm across the other seat as if I was wrapping it around someone’s shoulders, but no one is there. I lean my head back listening to some hipster indie music that would become popular someday and I’ll hate them for ‘selling out.’ That’s all the world is, a big sell out. We’ve all cashed in at some point, it’s knowing that you’ve cashed in that makes a difference.

I snuggle to the corner of the bus as a drunk construction worker gets on and sits beside me. He reeks of weed and alcohol, my nose flares up as I resist the urge to beat the guy down. It’s one of my pet peeves, well three: Construction workers, drunks and druggies, so at this point I want to smash his head in on the metal bar in front of me. I refrain and look outside the window, as the bus comes out to a stop in front of a McDonalds.

I watch people cross the street, going to wherever they’re going; work, school, mall, or some other deviant place. I watch a man in his sixties have troubles crossing the street, people walk past him in droves, not caring how slow he walks. He probably won’t cross the crosswalk till the light changes. The hand flashes and a girl ran the crosswalk, passing the man as a car mows her down during a turn. Everyone on the bus was shocked, gasps as if it were an Adam West batman episode. Yet no one called 911, or stopped the bus. The driver continued to go and no one did anything, not even me. We assume something is going to happen, it’s the way our society works, someone else will do it, so why should we?

I get off the bus towards the sky train station. Cultists hand out flyers and I take one, showing a picture of kids in a garden with Panda Bears with the title, ‘Your Children’s Future.’ Heh, I get on the escalators to the skytrain, considered to be the way of the future. The future is here, the future is selfish, and this isn’t my future but it’s someone’s future and I have one question.

Where’s my fucking jetpack?

For school (POsting here because I don't have a USB drive) Pay no attention

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 21:27:08 GMT

It was another Vancouver day, rainy, cold, and windy. The rain fell sporadically, sometimes it will drizzle, then it would plummet like stock traders in the 1930’s, all of which happened over a grey overcast of bleakness that screams no future, or no hope. People don’t like this kind of weather, probably because they’re somewhat sane, but I? I love this kind of weather. This is probably the reason why I stood outside of the bus stop by myself as other people sought refuge in the nearby mall just feet away from the stop.

I saw the bus in the distance, it was beaten, old, and I swear it must have broke down in the past few days the way the engine cries out over the Ford trucks and Semis that were also coming down the road. The bus finally reached the stop and like dogs being released from restraints the people from the mall came running towards the bus. I got on, paid my fair and nodded to the bus driver.

I’ve thought once how it would like to be a bus driver. I’m assuming it would be like retail but worse. Getting people trying to get a free ride, not knowing where exactly where they were going, and handicap people. It’s not like I don’t like handicap people, I mean they’re people just like us, I think… But the point is they are effort I mean even in a normal retail job they are somewhat of a nuisance, and as a rider I bite my teeth whenever the bus stops for a few minutes to let one of those people on. I can only imagine how the bus driver feels? Being sneered at by a bunch of ungrateful riders when he lets a handicap person on the bus. It seems to be too much work to be a bus driver anyways.

Go, stop. Go, stop. Go, stop. That is how a bus usually goes. It’ll drive for a few feet and stop for people who were too lazy to walk an extra three minutes to the next stop. It’s fairly annoying, especially when you’re on the bus for nearly the whole trip. People get on, some get off. More people get on, more get off. Again, that’s how a bus works.

I had my Ipod on to drain out the useless chatter inside the bus. I don’t need to listen to which teenage girl took what into her what, nor do I need to know the new favourite band produced by hot topic or MTV, and finally I do not need to know who’s party has what and what it’s going to be like. My Ipod is my escape to a world filled with useless chatter, like the acting parts in a porno, I can do without.

The bus is going extra slow today because of the weather. It’ll probably take an extra five or ten minutes to get to the destination. People like to complain about their ill planned trip how they’ll be late and how if they don’t arrive somewhere on time how it’ll affect them. No I don’t need to here to see that, I can see it in the rider’s body when they start to shake and dart back and forth from the window to the small to the light that says where the next stop is. Next stop Queens Street.

I sweat Port Moody is a single street called St. Johns. There’s nothing else in this town except for St. Johns street. From the looks of it a bunch of mom and pa shops that sell unusual things like gag license plates to donairs. I don’t know why this street need two party shops on it’s drag, I would never picture Port Moody as the ‘party’ town of surberbia.

The bus past a highschool, and thanks to the BC liberal cuts public transit now acts as a school bus as tiny teenagers load onto the bus like ants. Until the bus is packed like sardines, the bus doesn’t move. Even with the bus full, some are still outside yelling at the driver to let them in. Why do teenager girls dress like that anyway?

The Beggining Of The End

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 18:14:25 GMT

Last Monday I went into work and was sent home to go see a Doctor. I saw a Doctor and he diagnosed me with Strep Throat, gave me Amoxicillin and I was on my Merry way!

Tuesday: I wasn't feeling much better.

Wednesday: I had a shift but traded it with Sarge because I wasn't feeling well. I was to take his Saturday Shift.

Thursday: I feel a lot better today but my throat is swollen and I can still feel the pain!

Friday: I feel better, I'm gonna try and work since no one wants to take my shift. Halfway through my shift of TALKING TO CUSTOMERS, my throat is in throbbing pain and I asked my MANAGER to fill in for me so I can GO HOME and GO SEE A DOCTOR. She says she can't fill in for me and to stay at work and finish the shift. I finished the shift in Pain.

Saturday: I went to go see the Doctor and he told me that I can't go to work for at least THREE DAYS. I go into work and drop off the note and my boss has a SPAZ attack because I'm not FUCKING psychic because I didn't tell her that I was going to be sick on the weekend by Wednesday.

SUNDAY: Sleep, Alice In Wonderland, Sleep.

Today: Blood Test and Hospital, go into work to see when I'm supposed to be working. Boss SPAZES again because she had to do her job and MANAGE the place. She was frustrated cause I hanged up on her Friday and the fact that I didn't give her any notice with the Doctor's notice. I told her she refused me to go home on FRIDAY night to see a Doctor or Go Home and that was against LABOUR RELATIONS. She laughed.

Problems:
- The feud with my boss is making it hard for me to actually focus on getting back to work.
- She's a fucking psycho, I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you on Wednesday that I was going to be sick for Saturday.
- Yes I hanged up on her cause I was bloody pissed off and in pain.
- She thinks i'm Faking it cause I don't know what's wrong with me despite just coming back from the hospital.

BAHGUH!

From my Femdiary

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 08:03:35 GMT

For women studies I have a femdiary, this is what I wrote in it earlier in the week. A dairy doesn't have to make complete sense as in a research paper right?

In a recent issue of Amazing Spider-Man #603, Spider-Man villain the Chameleon whose power is to shape shift took the form of Peter Parker and while pretending to be Peter Parker he took advantage of Peter Parker’s roommate Michelle. This has drawn up controversy because of the subject of rape and how the character Michelle is treated afterwards.

In the comic Michelle was willing to have sex; however she believed it was with Peter Parker and not the Chameleon. This of course is sex under false pretences, which to my understanding is a form of rape. While the comic is recommended for mature readers, and could simply be explained by “Chameleon is a villain, he does villain things” excuse, the issue’s creator Fred Van Lente says it isn’t rape because to his understanding rape needs to be ‘forced of threatening’ and this is not the same thing.[1] Unfortunately to Mr. Lente’s definition of what rape is and isn’t, what the Chameleon did is still defined as rape according to law.

Personally I didn’t care when the Chameleon did this, but was kind of annoyed with Mr. Lente’s comments. A mass debated on the internet has talked about this issue and after a few weeks Mr. Lente wrote another message claiming that the Chameleon and Michelle actually did not have sex, but made out on the floor that was supposed to indicate ‘sex.’ This is an obvious retcon on Marvel’s part in order to avoid a backlash of having a character rape another character.

The rape itself is offensive, but how Michelle is treated afterwards I believe is more insulting, even more insulting than Mr. Lente’s comments on what is and isn’t rape. Michelle before the rape was seen as a ‘tough’ woman who was on the verge of throwing Peter Parker out of the apartment, but after the good ol’ screwing the Chameleon gave her she all of a sudden became clingy and obsessed over Peter Parker because we all know all a women needs is a good fucking to set her straight.

Of course nothing will actually come of this, I haven’t actually seen anything other than readers arguing and disagreeing with this scene. It won’t stop me from getting Amazing Spider-Man or Lente’s future work; it’s just upsetting that a creator would deny something happened when it is clear on the page and through innuendoes that sex and rape did in fact occur. That is what I was upset about the most, the fact that Lente denied what he had wrote. Besides, it’s not like rape in comic books is a new and radical idea, just look at some of the Japanese adult work, or even read DC when Dr. Light raped a wife to a superhero. I just hope in the future Mr. Lente will take more care into what he is writing in the future involving relationships and women.

[1] http://io9.com/5358396/spider+mans-villains-not-rapists-says-creator

True Story

Mon, 14 Sep 2009 20:07:05 GMT

For Personal Narrative

“Kris. Kris. Kriiiiiiiis, wake up. Hey, you awake?” The crackling voice of a teenage male going through puberty calls out. My eyes open, and my Brother’s chubby face with nacho cheese stained lips and cheeks greet me. I blink, and blink again.

“Hey? I didn’t know you were sleeping,” Beau says in a half ass attempt of a lie. Beau moves away from the futon and to the door, flicking the light switch on. My eyes blink uncontrollable for a second, trying to adapt to the light. I’m assuming this is revenge for splashing cold water on him during his shower.

“So anyways, I gotta idea.” He stops there, waiting for me to respond. In order to have a conversation with Beau, the other party must keep saying ‘yeah,’ ‘o.k.,’ or something along those lines. If the other party doesn’t acknowledge what Beau says every few seconds, the few minute conversation becomes a two hour discussion. I don’t play along; instead I turn to the clock as it blinks five am. Great, he’s been up all night drinking liters upon liters of pop again.

“Kris? I got an idea!” He says again, trying to get me to respond. I just sit up on my futon looking at him in a half daze. Beau waddles in place; he can’t stand still if he’s nervous. It’s then I notice he’s wearing all black. Either Beau was raiding my closet, or he ran out of polo shirts to wear. He continues the conversation regardless of me contributing to it.

“So anyways, I was reading one of your comic books and I got an idea.” Oh great, this isn’t going to end well, I think to myself. My brother gets obsessed over random things for about a week or two and moves on. Great example of this is when he watched Reservoir Dogs for the first time. He would watch the movie over and over again, trying to remember all of the lines. I don’t have a clue what he is going to say.

“What is it?” I finally asked. His face lights up as if I’ve already going to agree to his ‘idea’.

“We become superheroes!” He squeals out like a fifteen year old girl. He caught me off guard. He continues on, “It’s brilliant. We can dress up and fight crime! We’ll be famous. TV shows, movies, and comics!” His smile widens, his eyes are lit up, he’s proud of this idea. Too bad it’s fucking stupid.

“Superheroes often have super powers, hence the super part.” I finally contribute to the conversation.

“Batman and Robin, Daredevil, and Iron Fist don’t have super powers.” He retorts, as if I didn’t know my stuff.

“Daredevil is blind so his sense are heightened, Iron Fist’s super power is some divine thing involving a dragon, and Batman and Robin have the best super power of them all, money. What you’re suggesting then is dressing up like retards and getting our asses kicked by real gangsters. Good idea fuckwit.” I answer, clearly annoyed at him.

“We have throwing knives and hatchets, it’s not like we’re totally weaponless. Besides, those are minor details. We need fabric, latex, or something to create costumes with, we need an image! Also, we need to find a villain. We also need names. We have to define our image!” Beau answers not making complete sense. He has always enjoyed dressing up for any reason, but this is a bit weird.

“What about the actual crime fighting?” I ask, curious to his reply.

“Well that’s a minor part. We need to make ourselves public! This means we need costumes, some photos of us in costumes, and a catchy name. Oh and a website! We need a website, maybe a video of some sort. And T-shirt, we need merchandising. We can also start a blog, we’ll be big!” Beau explains, this whole thing starts to sound just like him. He enjoys trying to get rich quick, like scratch and wins and keno. This sounds like one of his ideas now.

“Leave. That’s fucking stupid. Seems like too much work.” I say, laying back down on my futon wanting to go back to bed.

“But think about it! You can be Fatman!” He says, leaving the room before I finally threw some sort of action figure from my shelf at him, hitting the door instead. I can hear him run up the stairs laughing.

Final Thoughts from Susan

Thu, 27 Aug 2009 08:39:14 GMT

I found this. By finding I mean this was posted by Susan and forwarded to me by another party. It's nice to know that I was right on the whole 'you've been cheating on me' thing...

It's funny that after over a year and a half, I'm thinking about how, in some ways, I did do some wrong to Kris aka perdin when he and I were seeing each other.

Yeah, I had told him that I wasn't looking for an exclusive relationship (and thus feel justified in sleeping with AW back when Kris and I were still seeing each other), but he was obviously seeing the whole thing as more than that. I should have been more responsible about how I treated him. I knew things weren't ever going anywhere with him, but I didn't stop seeing him. I wasn't responsible enough to put my foot down and end things.

Realistically, Kris was a rebound relationship after an intense 3 year mostly long distance relationship with my first everything. I was also still smarting from rejection by my object of obsession at the time (and was still hoping for reciprocation). I was dealing with a period of very dark and heavy depression in my life. And depression tends to make one pretty self centered. I will admit that I couldn't realistically see very far past my own needs and wants at the time. And at the time, I was looking for someone to make me feel like I was wanted or desired in some way. It was selfish of me.

So, I continued to act in ways that were indicative of he and I being in some kind of honest to goodness romantic relationship. I acted more like a girlfriend than someone simply looking for sex and companionship. I was also a lot less educated about non-monogamy at the time. I wasn't always being an ethical slut. And that was unkind of me. It was sometimes disrespectful.

I suppose what I am saying is that I regret how I handled things. I regret some of my past behaviour. I'm not seeking approval for what I've done, or forgiveness. I feel like I did some wrong in my past. And I want to be open and honest about that, if only to remind myself that I can do better. I can be a better person. I can be a more respectful, more ethical person in my current and future relationships.

I suppose I'm saying that I'm sorry.

The Longest Night

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 10:08:33 GMT

I haven't been sleeping much the past week or so. It seems I have reverted back to 24/7 mode... As in I go to bed around 4amish, wake up around 9am... This kind of sleep pattern usually leads me to fall asleep in class (Which starts on the 8th for me!). Other than that I've been working a lot and playing video games as long as casually writing.

I've been playing Batman: Arkham Asylum for the past several hours and it is pretty cool. I bought Rock Band 2 for the xbox-360 on Monday also, losing a battle against the packaging as witnessed by a chibi.... who I was on a date with... which consisted of Sushi and setting up Rock Band 2. I'm a winnar.

So Wednesday is going to be busy.... I have my comic books to pick up, dentist and a possible second encounter with Chibi, although I remain doubtful.

I started and finished watching Big Bang Theory, it was funny as hell and I'm starting to Watch Jericho which is amazing!

Other than that... nothings new.

Everythings been done before.

My New Blog

Fri, 21 Aug 2009 09:19:02 GMT

My Major new blog... Will post daily.

http://lacklustervideo.blogspot.com/

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 10:47:56 GMT

Ballerina:

Prance,
lights are shining,
sweating from the pleasures of the dance,
bodies thrusting and turning,
shaping her in place.

Smile,
to all the wonderful faces,
all in different places,
as the climax of the dance embraces,
stay in good graces.

Bow,
Your audience admires,
groans and moans,
she winds them up,
so they never tires.

Break,
lifeless on the floor,
can’t dance no more,
Yet the Director declares,
“Three pence for a spin”

Work in Progress

Thu, 23 Jul 2009 08:46:53 GMT

Dystopia
Issue #1
“Welcome to Utopia! Where’s the Exit?”
(Part 1 of ?)
By: Kris Gallant
Shoot Date: Early Fall: 2009

PAGE ONE
The page consists of four widescreen panels on top of each other. The page shows small bits and pieces of the city called Utopia Prime, as we go about an average day of Under-Citizen Jonathon Stone. The captions are an order for Utopia Guardian #3.

PANEL ONE
Under-Citizen Jonathon Stone is standing on his condo balcony looking towards the distance of the city Utopia Prime during the day. Two caption boxes below.

CAPTION: Utopia Prime – Ghetto District
Subject: Under-Citizen Jonathon Stone (#766442)

CAPTION: Subject lives in a government and business sponsored housing district nicknamed ‘The Ghetto’ by many residents. He lives with eight different roommates in a one bedroom condo.

PANEL TWO
Under-Citizen Jonathon Stone is walking down an alleyway with graffiti that says “Where’s Our Share?” and various profanities. It is Midday. One Caption.

CAPTION: Everyday around noon he goes to the distribution center to collect his rations for the day.

PANEL THREE
Under-Citizen Jonathon Stone is in his condo watching television on the couch while his roommates (Unfocused) are all watching the one television channel they have. Two captions.

CAPTION: He goes back into his living quarters and does not come out.

CAPTION: Due to his lack of productivity and recent history, we believe he is still working on Project Ferryman.

PANEL FOUR
Under-Citizen Jonathon Stone is once again seen on the porch, this time having a smoke. Two captions.

CAPTION: It is in Utopia Prime’s best interest that Project Ferryman never starts up.

CAPTION: Because of this, the target must be eliminated regardless of innocence.

PAGE TWO
Two panels. The first panel is on the top right just big enough for what it needs to show. The second one takes the rest of a page. Utopia Guardian #3 is at his desk looking at his orders. Book credits are shown.

PANEL ONE
The panel shows a mouth giving a grinning smirk, yellow teeth and very disgusting.
NO CAPTIONS

PANEL TWO
A shot from behind of Utopia Guardian #3 at his desk with the orders (the past few captions) in his hand and photographs of the last three panels on the desk. We could only see the back of Utopia Guardian #3. Guardian #3’s dialogue and Credits.

GUARDIAN #3: You’re a dead man Mr. Stone.
CREDITS:

PAGE THREE
Four panels taking up equal amount of space on the page divided into four boxes. It starts the story of Jonathon Stone and why he is wanted dead by the government. Scene is in his littered office.

PANEL ONE
We see Jonathon Stone looking out of his office window of his private detective office. We get the shot of his face looking out as the rain pours. Three boxes, Caption, Jonathon Stone’s dialogue, and secretary Citizen Alison Stoop.

CAPTION: Utopia Prime, two years ago.

JONATHON STONE: Well, this is how it ends. Four years of my life wasted.

ALISON STOOP: Upper Citizen Mr. Stone...

PANEL TWO
Alison Stoop (holding a folder) is at the open door of Jonathon Stone’s office. Smoke can be seen in this panel raising above with caption boxes of Jonathon Stone, Alison and Jonathon again.

JONATHON STONE: It’s Jonathon Stone, no use for those useless formalities. Besides, I’m just a Citizen, my business is now outlawed.

ALISON STOOP: As I’m aware, but until the end of the night your status is still upper class.

JONATHON STONE: Stop the act Alison, you must feel something about this?

PANEL THREE
Alison is at the desk. We see a view of Jonathon leaning against the window’s wall and Alison leaning over the desk, a folder in her hand. Alison, Jonathon, Alison is the Dialogue boxes.

ALISON STOOP: All I’m doing is my job for the next five hours, just as you should be doing.

JONATHON STONE: What is this?

ALISON STOOP: Just normal filing papers so when the auditor comes, he can see nothing was left unburned.

PANEL FOUR
A close up of the envelop that Alison gave Jonathon which has the title “Proposed Laws for upcoming meeting” We have one dialogue Box of Jonathon, and then Alison.

JONATHON STONE: I’ll… look into this, thank you Alison.

ALISON STOOP: Take the rest of the day off, I’ll finish up here. It’s been a pleasure.