This is getting creepy.

A few weeks ago, my mother asked if I knew a certain man who lived nearby. I didn't but replied "let me guess....he died a few weeks ago". She hesitated, and confirmed it, then asked if Daddy had told me. He hadn't.

Earlier today, I had the seat next to the door in CIS 106. This class tends to have a dozen-odd students coming in late, and several had indeed walked in since the teacher had stepped out. I was facing the front of the room, and the door was behind me, yet I though "it's him" the exact moment the teacher came through the door.

Last week, I checked the LiveJournal of acclaimed webcomicist(?) Faith E. Hicks, and was spoiled for the movie Serenity. In my reply to her post, I promised great vengeance for spoilering. (In case you were wondering, it was out in the open, not behind a cut, and she was going on about He-Man and Skeletor and characters being killed. It was one of those "I just can't keep it pent up anymore!" spoilers.)
I wasn't going to stone you until you pointed out that you had written a spoiler. Then I automatically went back to look for it. By the time I realized that I shouldn't, it was too late.

My vengeance shall be swift and unmerciful. If you wanted to spoiler, scream into an old hollow tree, or a washing machine, or something.

faith is a poopieheadyou should read AG nowYeah, I know, kinda creepy. The plan was for me to create a joke flame image and post it. Which I did, sans the actual posting. That's it on the left. What's on the right is today's Applegeeks. Check out the last panel.

For years now, I've wondered if I'm psychic. The only thing I've had to go on was a feeling of Deja Vu for the first time I did something, then again the second time. It's just weird, really. Too bad I can't consciously use this power, or whatever it is, if it actually is anything.


EDIT//December 2nd



The following contains spoilers for the Book/Season 1: Water finale of Avatar: The Last Airbender. Proceed at your own risk.



While watching the Season 1 finale for Avatar, I thought, for no reason I could think of; "Dulce Et Decorum Est". I recognized the line; I learned it in eighth grade, from the eponymous poem. The full phrase is "Dulce et decorum est/Pro patria mori" and is a line from Horace meaning "it is sweet and noble to die for one's country". I automatically associated this line with Zuko, and figured that it would make a nice icon. Except Zuko's not dead, and if I slapped it in 12pt Palatino Linotype over a ganked graphic of whatever character were to die, it would be an instant spoiler to anyone who recognized the phrase. I filed it away.

Later on in the episode, one of the characters in the episode effectively dies. The chances that I would remember a line from one of, if not the best of, my favorite WW2 poeems in an show dealing with classical Greek elements with strong Chinese influences is unlikely, to say the least, but not particularly improbable.


And besides that: is it just me, or does the editor of this video seem a little smug?
//and don'’t go around breaking young girls'’ hearts


Act 1: In which the calamity is discovered

Act 1: In which the calamity is discovered


Scene I


JONN
Here I am, using the Internet.

POWER
*goes out*

STORM
Mwuhaha!

JONN
Blast.

POWER
*comes back on*

JONN
I shall resume using the Internet.

MODEM
*is broken*

JONN
Lo, what hid'ous fate is this? Horror, horror, toungue nor heart canst conceive nor name thee!

AUDIENCE
Dude, chill.

Scene II



ISP TECH SUPPORT
ISP tech support.

JONN
My DSL is out.

ISP TECH SUPPORT
We'll send someone around.


Act 2: In which the situation is apparently remedied

Act 2: In which the situation is apparently remedied


Scene I


(several weeks later)

MR. WOOD enters. He is carrying a replacement modem.

MR. WOOD
I got a replacement modem.

FAMILY
Huzzah!

JONN plugs in the replacement modem.

JONN
What fresh hell is this? Damn'd device, thou hast reneged on thy promise of broadband Internet access! I curse thee once, I curse thee twice, I curse thee once again!

AUDIENCE
Dude, chill,


Act 3: In which the storm passes over

Act 3: In which the storm passes over


Scene I


(several weeks later)
ISP REPRESENTATIVE
Hello, I'm an ISP representative, calling for directions to your house.

JONN
Might mine deliverance from this dial-up hell be at hand? Oh, frabjous day! Calloh! Callah!

AUDIENCE
Dude, ch-wait, what?

Scene II



MODERATELY PRETTY YOUNG REPAIR LADY pulls up.

REPAIR LADY
Hello.

JONN
Right this way. And just give me a second to get on my smoking jacket.

REPAIR LADY
What?

JONN
Nothing.

REAPIR LADY
It seems that someone toggled this setting to "Disable". The modem itself working fine. You could've been back on the DSL weeks ago.

JONN
But I'm the only one in the family who even knows about that section.

That means...

Seems I had done an hellish thing,
And it would work me woe:
I, such a fool! had kill'd the tool
That made the smut to flow.

REPAIR LADY
Wait, what?

AUDIENCE
Yeah, what?

JONN
I regret nothing!

FIN



//pictures came and broke your heart

like prisoners, helpless

I drew a picture.

In a way, it's a bit of a homecoming. I went back to the first actual rules-based "style" I used on dA. I had forgotten how easy it was. So simple. So pure. This is the first time I've actually wanted to make a tutorial on something.

Teacher: And so, we come to what is called "the Final Stretch".
Me: Or, "the Green Mile".
Classmate: *sporfle*

I screwed up a math test on Tuesday. The sad part is that I knew it was coming, and forgot about it entirely. It involved spiralingly complex formulas, theorems, and trailers. Tables, sorry. Shows what my mind is on.

We have a houseguest this week. A pastor from Haiti; a small, affable, chmmy man named Bro. E_. He's staying in my room. It's strange, because usually my brother sleeps in that bed, when he's home from college. My father didn't tell anyone until the morning of last Saturday, forcing us to clean house in less than 12 hours.

EDIT: Nov 19th


A few nights ago, we were taking an older pastor, a blind man, home. My father was driving, said pastor was in the passanger seat, and Bro. E_ and I were sharing the back seat. As we drew closer to my house, I began to think that Daddy was going to spring an uninvited HG on us again. He didn't, as he was simply dropping me off, but as I got home today I found a large man, with no small resemblance to Bro. E_, talking with him on our front porch and eating takeout chicken-in-the-bag1. I said hello, went inside, and my mother and sister informed me that he was Bro. E_'s son, staying for a day. Thank goodness it was just one. I may have gone stark raving mad from the disruption, otherwise. Houseguests are a lot like a brick thrown into a bees' nest; they may not like it, and they may be angry about it, but they can't really get it out and just have to work around it for a while.

  1. A Bahamian takeout dish, usually consisting of a piece or two fried chicken, some French Fries, and a bun, placed on a disposable plate, wrapped in token wax paper and placed inside a large brown paper bag. The most popular seller of these is the Bamboo Shack. If you're ever in the Bahamas, try it; it's the authentic Bahamian experience.

//'til someone comes along on a mission