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So, I've seen a lot of people posting the writing analyzer link thing, so I decided to clown around with it a bit.
I tend to write a LOT, and a lot of different things, and I wanted a good cross-section, so I plugged a lot of things into it, here are the results:


Short Story, Sci-fi
Kurt Vonnegut

Short stories, Kids
Agatha Christie
David Foster Wallace

Short Story, Horror
William Gibson

Blogs (various, some of the ones I likes best as well as random ones)
H.P. Lovecraft x2
Stephen King x2
William Shakespeare
David Foster Wallace x10
Stephenie Meyer (ROFL, I must have been drunk?!)
Dan Brown x3
J.K. Rowling
Stephen King
Oscar Wilde
William Gibson x2
Gertrude Stein


Poems:
Margaret Atwood
James Joyce x8
Dan Brown x7
Steven King x5
Vladimir Nabokov x2
Arthur C Clarke
James Fenimore Cooper
P. G. Wodehouse
Chuck Palahniuk
H.P. Lovecraft x3
Robert Louis Stevenson
Kurt Vonnegut
Charles Dickens
Leo Tolstoy
David Foster Wallace
Arthur Conan Doyle


Interesting, to say the least.
First, I do have to say, I am not a fan of Stephen King and I am rather surprised to see him turn up so many times.
I have never in my life heard of 'David Foster Wallace' or 'Dan Brown', so I have no idea what to think of those guys showing up so much.
I have heard the name 'James Joyce' but I could not tell you who he is, or what he wrote.
The horror story getting a Gibson is surreal, because it reads like a Ramsey Campbell (to be fair, he probably wasn't in the analyzer) or a Lovecraft, so that was a surprise.

I assume that the thing isn't really a very good tool, however, and is just for fun.
Similar to how 90% of all girls "looked like Angelina Jolie" on that face matcher thing :/

But there you go, thought I'd share.

Oh yeah, if you haven't seen the thing, it's over at:
http://iwl.me/
poisonedgrace: (Default)
So, I've seen a lot of people posting the writing analyzer link thing, so I decided to clown around with it a bit.
I tend to write a LOT, and a lot of different things, and I wanted a good cross-section, so I plugged a lot of things into it, here are the results:


Short Story, Sci-fi
Kurt Vonnegut

Short stories, Kids
Agatha Christie
David Foster Wallace

Short Story, Horror
William Gibson

Blogs (various, some of the ones I likes best as well as random ones)
H.P. Lovecraft x2
Stephen King x2
William Shakespeare
David Foster Wallace x10
Stephenie Meyer (ROFL, I must have been drunk?!)
Dan Brown x3
J.K. Rowling
Stephen King
Oscar Wilde
William Gibson x2
Gertrude Stein


Poems:
Margaret Atwood
James Joyce x8
Dan Brown x7
Steven King x5
Vladimir Nabokov x2
Arthur C Clarke
James Fenimore Cooper
P. G. Wodehouse
Chuck Palahniuk
H.P. Lovecraft x3
Robert Louis Stevenson
Kurt Vonnegut
Charles Dickens
Leo Tolstoy
David Foster Wallace
Arthur Conan Doyle


Interesting, to say the least.
First, I do have to say, I am not a fan of Stephen King and I am rather surprised to see him turn up so many times.
I have never in my life heard of 'David Foster Wallace' or 'Dan Brown', so I have no idea what to think of those guys showing up so much.
I have heard the name 'James Joyce' but I could not tell you who he is, or what he wrote.
The horror story getting a Gibson is surreal, because it reads like a Ramsey Campbell (to be fair, he probably wasn't in the analyzer) or a Lovecraft, so that was a surprise.

I assume that the thing isn't really a very good tool, however, and is just for fun.
Similar to how 90% of all girls "looked like Angelina Jolie" on that face matcher thing :/

But there you go, thought I'd share.

Oh yeah, if you haven't seen the thing, it's over at:
http://iwl.me/
poisonedgrace: (Default)



Last night I dreamed of a place I used to live long ago, only it was the dreamworld version of it, as everything always is in dreams. 
It was cascading sheets of endless rain.  There was a barn where there is none.  It was filled with activity.  My ex-gfs little brother was in there.  Weird for him to be in my dream.  I probably only ever spoke to him once or twice, you know, since I was the big dirty secret and all.
He was using some sort of weird computer, but I'm not entirely certain what for.  I think he was online, pretending to be me while he talked to people, but it didn't seem like a big deal.

I went from there back toward the house, and there were a couple of giant semi trucks in the yard.  There were painting supplies and stuff near them, and I remembered that I had re-painted one of for the purpose of disguising it, and I needed to paint it back the way it was, but I couldn't because of the rain.

I went in the house and had a conversation with a friend (not sure who it was, but it seems like maybe it was Jenny) about how badly we needed to get the trucks re-painted.  I was responsible for one, and she was responsible for the other.  I was worried about mine, because I needed to reproduce a sort of complicated logo with some large background letter or number (or two) in yellow, with some animal mascot face over it, and then a circle of words surrounding it.  It was also needing to be painted about 6 feet high or something.  Daunting, at best.



The next dream had me out on the ocean.  I think I had some sort of small boat or platform or... something.  I seemed to be alright with that though.  I was inspecting all sorts of marine life.  I'm not even sure that it was an Earth Ocean, because everything there was way crazier than even the crazy earth ocean animals are.  All sorts of really weirdly shaped fish and things.  There was one thing that looked exactly like a cross between a T-Rex head and a beaver.

As insane as that is, I will try to explain.  Imagine a T-Rex head... just the head (lol don't they all say that?!) with small furry feet at the bottom. front feet towards the end of the jaw and...
you know what?  Fuck it, I'm going to make you one in MS Paint!  BRB

(mini-update, 10 mins later: Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to find a good pic of a T-Rex with its mouth SHUT?  You'd think these bastards are incapable of shutting their damnable jaws!)

(mini-update 5 more mins after that: OK, I'm pretty sure that Dinosaurs went extinct because they walked around ALL the time with their mouths WIDE open as far as they could open them, like non-stop 24/7.  WTF, Dinos?!)

(mini-update about an hour later: Alright, fear my MS Paint skills!)

T-Bev

I even drew the water in there so you can see that he was swimming.  Amazing, right?
Anyhow, back to the blue -

...small furry feet toward the front end of the jaw, and back feet towards the back end with a beaver tail coming out of the back of the head.  He had some like... extra fur around the entire jawline and possibly on the bottom of him as well.  But I didn't try to draw that.

This thing was just paddling around in the ocean.  Beavers get a lot bigger than most people realize, but this was more in line with the real T-Rex size.  He was probably about 5 feet long, not counting the tail, and a full 3 feet wide, or maybe even 4. He was almost as wide as he was long.  IDK if it should be called a B-Rex or a T-Bev.  I'm not sure if it was a sort of animal disguise trick (you know, like the caterpillars who disguise to look like snakes, etc?) or what.  Maybe that's just the sort of creature he was.

I was documenting all these different weird animals with a video camera.  I made it to 'shore', which was more like the mouth of a weird icy cave.  I'm not even sure how I got there, honestly.  I filmed some weird ass things coming up out of the water onto the land.  Weird walking fish sort of things and weird mammal looking creatures and strange reptiles.  All sorts of goofy shit I guess.

At one point I was following this... thing around.  I don't even know how to explain him.  He was sort of like a giant snow white centipede with bright purple accents, only he wasn't really shaped like that...  He was more like a string of horse-shoe crabs linked together like sausages with sort of weird long tarantula legs.  He even had a few fins here and there.  Sometimes on the top of a 'crab section' like a shark, and sometimes he'd have a couple on his sides, like... a dolphin tail.   Or something.  And NO, I am NOT going to try to draw him too, he would be a nightmare to even attempt. 

Whenever I would get too close to him, he'd sort of curl up like a whip and lash out all over, and things sort of like lasers would shoot out of him.  They'd kind of arc through the air the way a ball tossed gently underhand would, and wherever they hit the ground, they made a bright purple dome of light that would swell up and explode.  I suppose he was a pretty tough animal.

There was some sort of other thing that I can't recall as well, but it was like... an animal thing, with a lot of other little animal things either riding on top of it, or inside it somehow?  It would stop and 'deploy' them, and they'd scurry around all helter-skelter gathering up all sorts of things (for food I presume) and then bring them back to the 'mother ship' with them.  They'd climb back on (or in?) and re-attacth themselves or WTF ever hey did, and the host animal would be off again.

As I was filming this, all these very strange small mammalian type animals showed up.  They were shaped sort of like pangolins but they were furry not scaly.  They were also super fast.  Fast like lightening.  They could run and jump almost more swiftly than you could see.  They seemed very smart and also friendly.  They also appeared to be trying to lead me somewhere.  I followed them, and went to sort of an opening in the ice cave.

This is where I found a young boy, and a giant walrus.
The bulk of the dream was actually about these 2 guys.
The Walrus had somehow raised the boy from very young.  Sort of like a Mowgli situation I suppose.  The boy was about 7 or 8 I guess.  He was living in a sort of igloo thing that they showed me (the walrus was very smart, almost like a person in many ways).  Then they showed me that they had a safe sort of igloo house deep ad the bottom of the sea.  We dove down there through the freezing water, and it was warm and comfy inside.

I was documenting them with my camera, and then suddenly (I think I woke up for a moment at this point) the scene cut to MANY years later.  The boy was grown, and he and the walrus (who was much more like a man now, giant, bipedal and wearing overalls) were working at a store.  They had been working there for 15 years, and saving their money.  The walrus was rather... mentally slow (he reminded me of Karl from Slingblade) but he was very kind.

The Walrus was super old, and knew that he didn't have much time left to live.  He had been saving all his paychecks for the past 15 years to give to the boy when he passed away.  He was excited to see me, and was showing me his insane pile of cash.  He was just keeping it in a sort of washtub right there in the store, under a couple of newspapers. 

I was trying to tell him that he needed to put it into a safe because someone might try to take it.  He didn't really understand the concept of stealing, but he was agreeable.  When we went to move it, there was a woman who was in the store and she was smelling all over, like a dog tracking something.  We noticed that she was slowly homing in on the money.  We went to stop her, but while we were distracted, another woman came behind us and stole the money. 

The walrus was distraught, and I promised to track her down and get the money back, because somehow, I knew of her and her ways.
She was some sort of weird ...I dunno what to use to describe her, even.  Sort of a sinister hippie underground circus performer actress spy acrobat assassin undercover sneaky person.  She lived in a weird commune place that was sort of like a sprawling maze of theatre back-stage areas.  Very antique and confusing.  I searched through narrow corridors, looking for clues and questioning all these strange performer types who were doing all sorts of very odd activities. 

I questioned people in dressing rooms.  I questioned jugglers.  I questioned people in a weird sprawling labyrinth of a group shower sort of thing.  I passed through secret doors and questioned people in waiting rooms.  I don't remember what sort of clues I was finding, and 
I woke up before I could see how it turned out.



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Last night I dreamed of a place I used to live long ago, only it was the dreamworld version of it, as everything always is in dreams. 
It was cascading sheets of endless rain.  There was a barn where there is none.  It was filled with activity.  My ex-gfs little brother was in there.  Weird for him to be in my dream.  I probably only ever spoke to him once or twice, you know, since I was the big dirty secret and all.
He was using some sort of weird computer, but I'm not entirely certain what for.  I think he was online, pretending to be me while he talked to people, but it didn't seem like a big deal.

I went from there back toward the house, and there were a couple of giant semi trucks in the yard.  There were painting supplies and stuff near them, and I remembered that I had re-painted one of for the purpose of disguising it, and I needed to paint it back the way it was, but I couldn't because of the rain.

I went in the house and had a conversation with a friend (not sure who it was, but it seems like maybe it was Jenny) about how badly we needed to get the trucks re-painted.  I was responsible for one, and she was responsible for the other.  I was worried about mine, because I needed to reproduce a sort of complicated logo with some large background letter or number (or two) in yellow, with some animal mascot face over it, and then a circle of words surrounding it.  It was also needing to be painted about 6 feet high or something.  Daunting, at best.



The next dream had me out on the ocean.  I think I had some sort of small boat or platform or... something.  I seemed to be alright with that though.  I was inspecting all sorts of marine life.  I'm not even sure that it was an Earth Ocean, because everything there was way crazier than even the crazy earth ocean animals are.  All sorts of really weirdly shaped fish and things.  There was one thing that looked exactly like a cross between a T-Rex head and a beaver.

As insane as that is, I will try to explain.  Imagine a T-Rex head... just the head (lol don't they all say that?!) with small furry feet at the bottom. front feet towards the end of the jaw and...
you know what?  Fuck it, I'm going to make you one in MS Paint!  BRB

(mini-update, 10 mins later: Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to find a good pic of a T-Rex with its mouth SHUT?  You'd think these bastards are incapable of shutting their damnable jaws!)

(mini-update 5 more mins after that: OK, I'm pretty sure that Dinosaurs went extinct because they walked around ALL the time with their mouths WIDE open as far as they could open them, like non-stop 24/7.  WTF, Dinos?!)

(mini-update about an hour later: Alright, fear my MS Paint skills!)

T-Bev

I even drew the water in there so you can see that he was swimming.  Amazing, right?
Anyhow, back to the blue -

...small furry feet toward the front end of the jaw, and back feet towards the back end with a beaver tail coming out of the back of the head.  He had some like... extra fur around the entire jawline and possibly on the bottom of him as well.  But I didn't try to draw that.

This thing was just paddling around in the ocean.  Beavers get a lot bigger than most people realize, but this was more in line with the real T-Rex size.  He was probably about 5 feet long, not counting the tail, and a full 3 feet wide, or maybe even 4. He was almost as wide as he was long.  IDK if it should be called a B-Rex or a T-Bev.  I'm not sure if it was a sort of animal disguise trick (you know, like the caterpillars who disguise to look like snakes, etc?) or what.  Maybe that's just the sort of creature he was.

I was documenting all these different weird animals with a video camera.  I made it to 'shore', which was more like the mouth of a weird icy cave.  I'm not even sure how I got there, honestly.  I filmed some weird ass things coming up out of the water onto the land.  Weird walking fish sort of things and weird mammal looking creatures and strange reptiles.  All sorts of goofy shit I guess.

At one point I was following this... thing around.  I don't even know how to explain him.  He was sort of like a giant snow white centipede with bright purple accents, only he wasn't really shaped like that...  He was more like a string of horse-shoe crabs linked together like sausages with sort of weird long tarantula legs.  He even had a few fins here and there.  Sometimes on the top of a 'crab section' like a shark, and sometimes he'd have a couple on his sides, like... a dolphin tail.   Or something.  And NO, I am NOT going to try to draw him too, he would be a nightmare to even attempt. 

Whenever I would get too close to him, he'd sort of curl up like a whip and lash out all over, and things sort of like lasers would shoot out of him.  They'd kind of arc through the air the way a ball tossed gently underhand would, and wherever they hit the ground, they made a bright purple dome of light that would swell up and explode.  I suppose he was a pretty tough animal.

There was some sort of other thing that I can't recall as well, but it was like... an animal thing, with a lot of other little animal things either riding on top of it, or inside it somehow?  It would stop and 'deploy' them, and they'd scurry around all helter-skelter gathering up all sorts of things (for food I presume) and then bring them back to the 'mother ship' with them.  They'd climb back on (or in?) and re-attacth themselves or WTF ever hey did, and the host animal would be off again.

As I was filming this, all these very strange small mammalian type animals showed up.  They were shaped sort of like pangolins but they were furry not scaly.  They were also super fast.  Fast like lightening.  They could run and jump almost more swiftly than you could see.  They seemed very smart and also friendly.  They also appeared to be trying to lead me somewhere.  I followed them, and went to sort of an opening in the ice cave.

This is where I found a young boy, and a giant walrus.
The bulk of the dream was actually about these 2 guys.
The Walrus had somehow raised the boy from very young.  Sort of like a Mowgli situation I suppose.  The boy was about 7 or 8 I guess.  He was living in a sort of igloo thing that they showed me (the walrus was very smart, almost like a person in many ways).  Then they showed me that they had a safe sort of igloo house deep ad the bottom of the sea.  We dove down there through the freezing water, and it was warm and comfy inside.

I was documenting them with my camera, and then suddenly (I think I woke up for a moment at this point) the scene cut to MANY years later.  The boy was grown, and he and the walrus (who was much more like a man now, giant, bipedal and wearing overalls) were working at a store.  They had been working there for 15 years, and saving their money.  The walrus was rather... mentally slow (he reminded me of Karl from Slingblade) but he was very kind.

The Walrus was super old, and knew that he didn't have much time left to live.  He had been saving all his paychecks for the past 15 years to give to the boy when he passed away.  He was excited to see me, and was showing me his insane pile of cash.  He was just keeping it in a sort of washtub right there in the store, under a couple of newspapers. 

I was trying to tell him that he needed to put it into a safe because someone might try to take it.  He didn't really understand the concept of stealing, but he was agreeable.  When we went to move it, there was a woman who was in the store and she was smelling all over, like a dog tracking something.  We noticed that she was slowly homing in on the money.  We went to stop her, but while we were distracted, another woman came behind us and stole the money. 

The walrus was distraught, and I promised to track her down and get the money back, because somehow, I knew of her and her ways.
She was some sort of weird ...I dunno what to use to describe her, even.  Sort of a sinister hippie underground circus performer actress spy acrobat assassin undercover sneaky person.  She lived in a weird commune place that was sort of like a sprawling maze of theatre back-stage areas.  Very antique and confusing.  I searched through narrow corridors, looking for clues and questioning all these strange performer types who were doing all sorts of very odd activities. 

I questioned people in dressing rooms.  I questioned jugglers.  I questioned people in a weird sprawling labyrinth of a group shower sort of thing.  I passed through secret doors and questioned people in waiting rooms.  I don't remember what sort of clues I was finding, and 
I woke up before I could see how it turned out.



poisonedgrace: (alone)
In a weird sort of mood this morning. Undefinable. But I have a weird stabbing pain in my head, and maybe it's making me crazy enough to do this:

So I'm offering you Maps & Legends

Hey, I'll even answer questions. Maybe there's something to be said for it.

A Quick guide (if I forgot anything, ask & I'll add it)

Text appearing in (this shade of) Blue typically denotes a dream. Or a Dream (yes there's a difference. If you don't know the difference, that's something I can answer I suppose, but I don't want to bore both of you all if it's old obvious news.).

Text in this shade of Grey is typically used for quotation. Often times it'll be lyrics or literature. Things Written By Others. These things are always also in Italics, thus the look of this line.

Sometimes text is colour coded towards a specific audience. This Purple used to be you & I think you were once this one. Once this nauseating shade of Pink was you (maybe because I really don't like that colour at ALL.) You were once Red, but now you're Dead & Red can be any number of things but we'll talk about that later. I think another shade of pink stood for you a few times. You once had a light blue. I have been coloured green (Green is the colour of my God) more often than not, as it's the default colour of most of my web sites. But none of these are set in stone, as they're usually more about a reflection of a certain nuance of interaction or or just to make something stand out. The whole world is RAINBOWs, so these change often and randomly.

Bold, Underline, Strike Through, and Italics can be just for tonal emphasis, although "Italics with quotes" or colour is always a quotation.

The hidden text: FYI, yes it always spells out something. Yes, it always means something. The colours are generally selected simply for aesthetics, but rarely they may refelct mood or target. Sometimes if it's more than one separate message sharing space, then different colours may just denote different message strings, and I might just start to run out of easy to detect colours. I tend to like to use red because it's a good contrasting colour. I also like that Halloween Orange colour. Those are definitely easy to see.

Sometimes things are hidden in font size or shape as well. Sometimes things are hidden black on black or white on white fonts, so that you can only find it by highlighting the correct area. Those ones are hidden from you the best, but also the most rare and very few people have ever found them. But sometimes that's what it's about.

I am sure that there are a million other confusions, questions, & points of clarification that I could address, but I don't have any more coming to mind right off my head, because... well this IS all my head, so I can't really know what you know & what you don't...

So, ask away. If I stay in this mood, I'll be willing to answer 99% of your questions as straight forwardly as possible, but I reserve the right to not answer some things anyhow LOL ;)
poisonedgrace: (alone)
In a weird sort of mood this morning. Undefinable. But I have a weird stabbing pain in my head, and maybe it's making me crazy enough to do this:

So I'm offering you Maps & Legends

Hey, I'll even answer questions. Maybe there's something to be said for it.

A Quick guide (if I forgot anything, ask & I'll add it)

Text appearing in (this shade of) Blue typically denotes a dream. Or a Dream (yes there's a difference. If you don't know the difference, that's something I can answer I suppose, but I don't want to bore both of you all if it's old obvious news.).

Text in this shade of Grey is typically used for quotation. Often times it'll be lyrics or literature. Things Written By Others. These things are always also in Italics, thus the look of this line.

Sometimes text is colour coded towards a specific audience. This Purple used to be you & I think you were once this one. Once this nauseating shade of Pink was you (maybe because I really don't like that colour at ALL.) You were once Red, but now you're Dead & Red can be any number of things but we'll talk about that later. I think another shade of pink stood for you a few times. You once had a light blue. I have been coloured green (Green is the colour of my God) more often than not, as it's the default colour of most of my web sites. But none of these are set in stone, as they're usually more about a reflection of a certain nuance of interaction or or just to make something stand out. The whole world is RAINBOWs, so these change often and randomly.

Bold, Underline, Strike Through, and Italics can be just for tonal emphasis, although "Italics with quotes" or colour is always a quotation.

The hidden text: FYI, yes it always spells out something. Yes, it always means something. The colours are generally selected simply for aesthetics, but rarely they may refelct mood or target. Sometimes if it's more than one separate message sharing space, then different colours may just denote different message strings, and I might just start to run out of easy to detect colours. I tend to like to use red because it's a good contrasting colour. I also like that Halloween Orange colour. Those are definitely easy to see.

Sometimes things are hidden in font size or shape as well. Sometimes things are hidden black on black or white on white fonts, so that you can only find it by highlighting the correct area. Those ones are hidden from you the best, but also the most rare and very few people have ever found them. But sometimes that's what it's about.

I am sure that there are a million other confusions, questions, & points of clarification that I could address, but I don't have any more coming to mind right off my head, because... well this IS all my head, so I can't really know what you know & what you don't...

So, ask away. If I stay in this mood, I'll be willing to answer 99% of your questions as straight forwardly as possible, but I reserve the right to not answer some things anyhow LOL ;)
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Can I get a WTF with a side of OMG?




Seriously, Chick-fil-a? You're so Christian Family Values that you won't even open on Sunday, and then....?

GG
poisonedgrace: (Default)
Can I get a WTF with a side of OMG?




Seriously, Chick-fil-a? You're so Christian Family Values that you won't even open on Sunday, and then....?

GG
poisonedgrace: (Default)



lolpig

And YES, lolpigs ALWAYS rhyme.
It's one of the rules.
poisonedgrace: (Default)



lolpig

And YES, lolpigs ALWAYS rhyme.
It's one of the rules.
poisonedgrace: (Default)
I don't remember what I was planning to write in here when I opened the window, but now I'm going to write about something messed up that just happened to me.

I was checking my email, on my yahoo mail that I always use.

I noticed a little window where it was like if you also have yahoo IM, it logs you into a little 'virtual Y.IM' thingy and gives you a little buddy list of who is online right there in your inbox.

I thought it was kinda cool.  Sent a message to test it and see how it worked, and it it had settings and options and stuff.

Thought it might be kinda nifty cause I do not have yahoo IM at work.

So while I still had the chat window thing open, I got an IM from my lifelong friend Joanne.
She asked me if I saw that recent Oprah episode on weight loss.  She said she had found the same 'goodies' they were talking about for only 5 dollars on some web site, and she provided a link.  She also told me that she had already lost NINE pounds.

I read it...  Read it again...  and thought to myself "She knows damned good and well that I have never, once in my life, seen a single episode of Oprah, and there is NO way she would ask me if I had."  Hell, I'd be shocked if she has seen more than a few episodes of Oprah herself.  I replied to the message saying something to that effect.

She didn't answer in like 30 seconds and I'm impatient, and I was suspicious by this time, so I texted her, asking her if she just sent me a message about Oprah etc.

She said no, she had no idea what I was talking about, probably assuming that I had finally gone over the edge.  I swear everyone who has known me for enough years is just waiting for the eventual Kaboom, baby.

I told her in detail what had happened, and it was the first she had heard about it.

So, I would guess it's one of only several possible options that I can think of..
1. Some spammers out there somewhere have a way of spoofing people's yahoo IDs and sending out messages.  Weather this only works on the virtual or on the real one as well, who knows.

2. Someone hacked her account and is making with the spam.

3. Yahoo themselves is trying out some REALLY fucking unethical (imo) business practices. 

If it's number 3, that's sooooo fucked up.  Fucking trying to sell me (didn't click the link, so I am assuming here) some sort of diet pills (those can be very dangerous) based on my belief that an actual friend uses, endorses them and thinks they might be right for me?  That's a hot mess right there.  Not only for that reason, but think of the drama it could potentially cause.

As a funny and silly example, what if I actually had a girlfriend, right? (I know, I know, you'll have to use a LOT of imagination to pull this one off, but I believe in you)  And what if Yahoo sends me a fake IM from her advertizing those fucking male enhancement pills I get constant spam email over?  Yeah, I might not feel too great about that, eh?  I might even get an attitude with her over thinking that she chose to address an issue like that in such a way.  Of course she'd deny doing it (and honestly so since she didn't DO it!) which could piss me off and cause a larger issue.

Now, of course, I'm too bright to fall into this above scenario, since I AM the Handsome Detective Hero in this tale.
But we all know some volitile ass people who think with their mouth first, and are slightly more than clueless about computer related shenanigans in addition to being dramatic and easilly butt-hurt over such 'sensitive' issues.

It really creeps me out if they're actually trying to use people's friends to sell them some spam bullshit.

She's going to change her password, just in case of number 2.

I found a way to sign completely out of that virtual IM thing, and I will not sign back in to it or allow it to be open.

If anyone gets some busted ass message from me, be aware that it wasn't me.  Unless it was.  But I won't try to sell you any pills or any Russian mail order brides or anything.

Speaking of those Russian mail order brides...
Maybe I should get me one of those.
;)
poisonedgrace: (Default)
I don't remember what I was planning to write in here when I opened the window, but now I'm going to write about something messed up that just happened to me.

I was checking my email, on my yahoo mail that I always use.

I noticed a little window where it was like if you also have yahoo IM, it logs you into a little 'virtual Y.IM' thingy and gives you a little buddy list of who is online right there in your inbox.

I thought it was kinda cool.  Sent a message to test it and see how it worked, and it it had settings and options and stuff.

Thought it might be kinda nifty cause I do not have yahoo IM at work.

So while I still had the chat window thing open, I got an IM from my lifelong friend Joanne.
She asked me if I saw that recent Oprah episode on weight loss.  She said she had found the same 'goodies' they were talking about for only 5 dollars on some web site, and she provided a link.  She also told me that she had already lost NINE pounds.

I read it...  Read it again...  and thought to myself "She knows damned good and well that I have never, once in my life, seen a single episode of Oprah, and there is NO way she would ask me if I had."  Hell, I'd be shocked if she has seen more than a few episodes of Oprah herself.  I replied to the message saying something to that effect.

She didn't answer in like 30 seconds and I'm impatient, and I was suspicious by this time, so I texted her, asking her if she just sent me a message about Oprah etc.

She said no, she had no idea what I was talking about, probably assuming that I had finally gone over the edge.  I swear everyone who has known me for enough years is just waiting for the eventual Kaboom, baby.

I told her in detail what had happened, and it was the first she had heard about it.

So, I would guess it's one of only several possible options that I can think of..
1. Some spammers out there somewhere have a way of spoofing people's yahoo IDs and sending out messages.  Weather this only works on the virtual or on the real one as well, who knows.

2. Someone hacked her account and is making with the spam.

3. Yahoo themselves is trying out some REALLY fucking unethical (imo) business practices. 

If it's number 3, that's sooooo fucked up.  Fucking trying to sell me (didn't click the link, so I am assuming here) some sort of diet pills (those can be very dangerous) based on my belief that an actual friend uses, endorses them and thinks they might be right for me?  That's a hot mess right there.  Not only for that reason, but think of the drama it could potentially cause.

As a funny and silly example, what if I actually had a girlfriend, right? (I know, I know, you'll have to use a LOT of imagination to pull this one off, but I believe in you)  And what if Yahoo sends me a fake IM from her advertizing those fucking male enhancement pills I get constant spam email over?  Yeah, I might not feel too great about that, eh?  I might even get an attitude with her over thinking that she chose to address an issue like that in such a way.  Of course she'd deny doing it (and honestly so since she didn't DO it!) which could piss me off and cause a larger issue.

Now, of course, I'm too bright to fall into this above scenario, since I AM the Handsome Detective Hero in this tale.
But we all know some volitile ass people who think with their mouth first, and are slightly more than clueless about computer related shenanigans in addition to being dramatic and easilly butt-hurt over such 'sensitive' issues.

It really creeps me out if they're actually trying to use people's friends to sell them some spam bullshit.

She's going to change her password, just in case of number 2.

I found a way to sign completely out of that virtual IM thing, and I will not sign back in to it or allow it to be open.

If anyone gets some busted ass message from me, be aware that it wasn't me.  Unless it was.  But I won't try to sell you any pills or any Russian mail order brides or anything.

Speaking of those Russian mail order brides...
Maybe I should get me one of those.
;)
poisonedgrace: (piiiiig)

Lemme tell you about this dream I had last night.

     I was in some weird sprawling confused house place.  It was almost like a hotel, but I lived there apparently.  I was in a room with my mom, and we were talking while she was using a computer.  A string of people I know were coming in and out.  Much like being at my moms house at some times haha.  Cutthroat came through, to show us some new purse she had bought or made or something.  I don't remember what it looked like.  I know several other people came and left as well.

At some point, Jenny came through, and everyone was excited because she had brought her 'puppy' with her.  I was sort of sitting on a bed and while she was talking to my mom, she put the 'puppy' down on there with me.  It wasn't a puppy at all, it was a tiny brown piglet.  It was all rambunctious and running all over the place.  It wasn't even a normal pug, it had a strip of purple hair on its back, and a bright purple snout.  It was zooming all over and I couldn't get it to calm down.  When I tried to restrain it, it ran right at me squeeling, bowled me over and then... well.... then the piglet with the purple mohawk cast a magic spell on me.

A curse or hex, if you will.  There were sparkles and loud sounds, and the pig hit me, and SHIT all over me.  Like a shitsplosion.  It was so disgusting, that Dream Me nearly threw up.  One of the grossest things I have dreamed.  Until later in this dream.

Jennt collected her magical maniacal piglet and left, and then the curse set in.  Apparently, it was a diarrhea curse.  I don't know if diarrhea curses really even exist, but i hope to all that is good in the universe that I never find out.  It was horrible. not only was I afflicted with the worst diarrhea ever, but It would not stop ever.  No matter what I did.  It just kept coming out forever.

Suddenly, you were there, with your mom, and little sister.  In the Real world, you don't even have a little sister, but in Dream World, you did.  She was maybe 8 to 10 years old, and a smart ass.  I liked her.  I was trying to get ready to go somewhere with you, and I was really nervous, because it was my first time to meet you.  Of course everything kept getting covered with magical diarrhea and I went through every piece of clothing I owned, then some.  It was terrible.  I kept trying to find a way to be remotely presentable because the time to go was soon (you were getting ready elsewhere and we were going to dinner or something.

In the dream, it was all horrid and stressful,
but now that I'm awake it's completely hilarious.
It was such a vivid and realistic dream, in spite of how wacky you may think it sounds.  I woke up and checked my bed and body to be sure I wasnt covered in slimy horror.

lol
What a world!

___

I've gone through the second camera now, and those pics have been uploaded to myspace halloween folder now too.  One more camera to go, and I'll make a blog post with my favourites.
poisonedgrace: (piiiiig)

Lemme tell you about this dream I had last night.

     I was in some weird sprawling confused house place.  It was almost like a hotel, but I lived there apparently.  I was in a room with my mom, and we were talking while she was using a computer.  A string of people I know were coming in and out.  Much like being at my moms house at some times haha.  Cutthroat came through, to show us some new purse she had bought or made or something.  I don't remember what it looked like.  I know several other people came and left as well.

At some point, Jenny came through, and everyone was excited because she had brought her 'puppy' with her.  I was sort of sitting on a bed and while she was talking to my mom, she put the 'puppy' down on there with me.  It wasn't a puppy at all, it was a tiny brown piglet.  It was all rambunctious and running all over the place.  It wasn't even a normal pug, it had a strip of purple hair on its back, and a bright purple snout.  It was zooming all over and I couldn't get it to calm down.  When I tried to restrain it, it ran right at me squeeling, bowled me over and then... well.... then the piglet with the purple mohawk cast a magic spell on me.

A curse or hex, if you will.  There were sparkles and loud sounds, and the pig hit me, and SHIT all over me.  Like a shitsplosion.  It was so disgusting, that Dream Me nearly threw up.  One of the grossest things I have dreamed.  Until later in this dream.

Jennt collected her magical maniacal piglet and left, and then the curse set in.  Apparently, it was a diarrhea curse.  I don't know if diarrhea curses really even exist, but i hope to all that is good in the universe that I never find out.  It was horrible. not only was I afflicted with the worst diarrhea ever, but It would not stop ever.  No matter what I did.  It just kept coming out forever.

Suddenly, you were there, with your mom, and little sister.  In the Real world, you don't even have a little sister, but in Dream World, you did.  She was maybe 8 to 10 years old, and a smart ass.  I liked her.  I was trying to get ready to go somewhere with you, and I was really nervous, because it was my first time to meet you.  Of course everything kept getting covered with magical diarrhea and I went through every piece of clothing I owned, then some.  It was terrible.  I kept trying to find a way to be remotely presentable because the time to go was soon (you were getting ready elsewhere and we were going to dinner or something.

In the dream, it was all horrid and stressful,
but now that I'm awake it's completely hilarious.
It was such a vivid and realistic dream, in spite of how wacky you may think it sounds.  I woke up and checked my bed and body to be sure I wasnt covered in slimy horror.

lol
What a world!

___

I've gone through the second camera now, and those pics have been uploaded to myspace halloween folder now too.  One more camera to go, and I'll make a blog post with my favourites.
poisonedgrace: (<3 madness)



      Is anyone else terribly excited about the Large Hadron Collider business?  I'm certain that nothing will happen, but that outcome will be completely disappointing to me!  I don't particularly care if the world ends or not I suppose, but I mean, if it's GOT to happen, it might as well happen where we get to see it, right?  Random ill-informed doomsday conjecture always makes me happy.  I was so let down when the y2k business ended up being so annoyingly weak. 

Seriously, guys!  Wouldn't it be so cool if the process was used to invent time travel?  Or to open a gateway to other planets, worlds, or parallel universes?!  Imagine if all the faerie tale creatures come spilling out of the collider at some point tomorrow.  Maybe the Great Old Ones storming across the planet in tentically rage!  The dregs of humanity clinging to hope all Mad Maxx style.  What could truly be cooler than that? 

I'd be completely hot as a hero in that type of world.  Some sort of dirigible filled with my awesome cut-throat crew of rag tag adventurers, bent on survival in the face of a harsh mutated world ruled by magic, extra-normal powers, strange creatures and the blood, brawn and incomparable spirit of heroes!

That sounds like the life for me!

So, yeah... anything that is even VAGUELY rumoured to pose a threat to the fabric of reality as we know it?
I'm alllll about that shit!

Who want's to ride on my dirigible?!

That'll be my awesome post apocalyptic pick-up line: (you have to imagine these in a Bruce Campbell sort of voice)
"Baby, get outta my dreams, get into my blimp!"
"Ya ever done it in a zepplin before?"
"The world already ended, baby!  What else do you have to lose?"


I'm completely blissful at the moment because I saw an interview with some Chicken Little Scientist who said "It could create a mini-black hole that could take up to 4 years to consume the earth."
in 4 years: 2012!

"So... The world ends in four years... Wanna make out?"



 

poisonedgrace: (<3 madness)



      Is anyone else terribly excited about the Large Hadron Collider business?  I'm certain that nothing will happen, but that outcome will be completely disappointing to me!  I don't particularly care if the world ends or not I suppose, but I mean, if it's GOT to happen, it might as well happen where we get to see it, right?  Random ill-informed doomsday conjecture always makes me happy.  I was so let down when the y2k business ended up being so annoyingly weak. 

Seriously, guys!  Wouldn't it be so cool if the process was used to invent time travel?  Or to open a gateway to other planets, worlds, or parallel universes?!  Imagine if all the faerie tale creatures come spilling out of the collider at some point tomorrow.  Maybe the Great Old Ones storming across the planet in tentically rage!  The dregs of humanity clinging to hope all Mad Maxx style.  What could truly be cooler than that? 

I'd be completely hot as a hero in that type of world.  Some sort of dirigible filled with my awesome cut-throat crew of rag tag adventurers, bent on survival in the face of a harsh mutated world ruled by magic, extra-normal powers, strange creatures and the blood, brawn and incomparable spirit of heroes!

That sounds like the life for me!

So, yeah... anything that is even VAGUELY rumoured to pose a threat to the fabric of reality as we know it?
I'm alllll about that shit!

Who want's to ride on my dirigible?!

That'll be my awesome post apocalyptic pick-up line: (you have to imagine these in a Bruce Campbell sort of voice)
"Baby, get outta my dreams, get into my blimp!"
"Ya ever done it in a zepplin before?"
"The world already ended, baby!  What else do you have to lose?"


I'm completely blissful at the moment because I saw an interview with some Chicken Little Scientist who said "It could create a mini-black hole that could take up to 4 years to consume the earth."
in 4 years: 2012!

"So... The world ends in four years... Wanna make out?"



 

poisonedgrace: (oh noes)
 

Yesterday. I posted a new poem:
The Unlisted Number of The Beast http://poisonedgrace.livejournal.com/453962.html 

I won't give any interpretations of my poems, hardly ever.  When I have, the only times it will ever happen is if we're having a one on one conversation about it, and you actually have an interpretation of your own and we can compare notes.  I think the point behind written things is that the interpretation is left up to the reader to apply it to their own experience base, but this is a whole other "Why I Hate Poetry & 'Poets' Rant" that I have absolutely no desire to get into right now.

What I'm here to give you today is not interpretation, rather it is just a drop of explanation / sharing.
I realize sometimes that people don't think how I think and many times, a lot of my 'Between The Lines' (as I've taken to thinking of it) might get lost.  I don't really know what to do about that.  My Crazy says I am communicating everything pretty well, but many times, my fundamental points get lost in translation.  But then again, this isn't really my point for this post either :/

It seems as though I am explaining my point by example and process of elimination, which I guess is also reflective of my nature :D

AAAAANYHOW, what I am sharing is this:
The Unlisted Number of The Beast...
Most people know the 'number of the beast' to be 6 6 6.
An unlisted number is one that is 'hidden' basically...

If you look at the poem - 
      the title has 6 words
each stanza has 6 lines
there are a total of 6 stanzas

I guess I tend to pay some degree of attention to the 'math' of writing on some level.  I was really thinking that this was something that everyone was going to spot right away, but the people I talked to about it had no idea what I was on about.

That's when I remember that not everyone sees things like I do.
So, yeah, just a little 'explanation' and still not interpreting anything for ya.




 
poisonedgrace: (oh noes)
 

Yesterday. I posted a new poem:
The Unlisted Number of The Beast http://poisonedgrace.livejournal.com/453962.html 

I won't give any interpretations of my poems, hardly ever.  When I have, the only times it will ever happen is if we're having a one on one conversation about it, and you actually have an interpretation of your own and we can compare notes.  I think the point behind written things is that the interpretation is left up to the reader to apply it to their own experience base, but this is a whole other "Why I Hate Poetry & 'Poets' Rant" that I have absolutely no desire to get into right now.

What I'm here to give you today is not interpretation, rather it is just a drop of explanation / sharing.
I realize sometimes that people don't think how I think and many times, a lot of my 'Between The Lines' (as I've taken to thinking of it) might get lost.  I don't really know what to do about that.  My Crazy says I am communicating everything pretty well, but many times, my fundamental points get lost in translation.  But then again, this isn't really my point for this post either :/

It seems as though I am explaining my point by example and process of elimination, which I guess is also reflective of my nature :D

AAAAANYHOW, what I am sharing is this:
The Unlisted Number of The Beast...
Most people know the 'number of the beast' to be 6 6 6.
An unlisted number is one that is 'hidden' basically...

If you look at the poem - 
      the title has 6 words
each stanza has 6 lines
there are a total of 6 stanzas

I guess I tend to pay some degree of attention to the 'math' of writing on some level.  I was really thinking that this was something that everyone was going to spot right away, but the people I talked to about it had no idea what I was on about.

That's when I remember that not everyone sees things like I do.
So, yeah, just a little 'explanation' and still not interpreting anything for ya.




 

heh

Aug. 14th, 2008 11:35 am
poisonedgrace: (Default)
 a new direction for teh lols



tried to think of a caption for him... but he didnt need one. he needed a cape.
done.

heh

Aug. 14th, 2008 11:35 am
poisonedgrace: (Default)
 a new direction for teh lols



tried to think of a caption for him... but he didnt need one. he needed a cape.
done.

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