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A meme, why not. I need to update this journal more frequently.

1. Go to Google and type, "You know you're from (your city or state) when..."
2. Cut and paste the list.
3. Bold the items that apply to you.

Well, I'm not from the town I live in now, and I'm not familiar with the stereotypes about the place I was born - besides which, when I tried googling it, there were no results. So unloved.

Let's try it with "England" as the variable.

You know you're from england when you're an arrogant prick when it comes to who's country is better. (Seriously, come on.)

You're just jealous.

You know you're from England when you spend your time being offended on other people's behalf.

*opens mouth*

...

...*closes mouth*

You Know You're From England When... You believe that Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday are all good nights for drinking.

Damn straight I do! Drink squash every night, it's good for the heart. Sometimes I even take a risk and mix fruit juices. Now that's living on the edge.
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Thoughtful Summer Reading

Funny story: I got talking to a couple of door-to-door Jehova's Witnesses a little while ago, and had a very interesting (and only occasionally alarming; girls aren't allowed to go to the advanced schools boys are, and this is somehow considered equal?) conversation with them. I told them that I wasn't exactly likely to find religion, but I ended up promising to read a short book which they gifted me, entitled Is There A Creator Who Cares About You?.

...I know. I'm weak. But this stuff is pretty interesting.

Anyway, this encounter happened maybe a week and a half ago, and as of today I've gotten around to starting this book. It's barely two hundred pages long, and a few of those are pictures, so you know, it shouldn't be too arduous a read.

One chapter in and I already love the way the unnamed author handles citations. I love it in the same way I love Atlas Shrugged and educational Cold War shorts: the sheer entertaining awfulness. The worst offender so far has been this:

Yet, we must admit that the reason many reject the existence of a Creator is that they do not want to believe. "Even if God were to tell me personally that I had to change my life," a European industrialist told an employee: "I still would not do it. I want to live my life the way I like it."


We must admit this, must we? Why - because an European industrialist gave this as a reason? What industrialist? When did ey say it? What's the author's source - a respected text, maybe a website? And why does this anonymous industrialist suddenly speak for "many"?

Heck, for all the information given here, it could be an urban legend passed by word of mouth and keyboard - believed, maybe, but holding about as much truth as that stupid "Dawkins can't answer our science question" video. It's as bad as when "one young European history student" is quoted. I half expected a cursory Google search to turn up a Snopes page about it.

There's no footnote or glossary to enlighten the reader, and the next sentence doesn't help either - it's a masterpiece of weaselly phrasing all by itself:

Clearly, some feel that admitting the authority of a creator would conflict with their freedom of with the life-style they prefer. They may proclaim, 'I only believe what I see, and I can't see any invisible Creator.'


Yeah, those imaginary people in the author's head sure might be closed-minded strawmen.

Even when the author names names, ey has to do some hunting around to find an anecdote that'll fit eir point. I'm sure 18th-century philosopher David Hume's inability to explain the complex biological design on Earth would be a much more compelling point had science not advanced an inch in the last three hundred years. Heck, Dawkins says that the question was answered in the very next century, by the most obvious person possible:

Dawkins himself recognises this: "an atheist before Darwin could have said, following Hume: "I have no explanation for complex biological design. All I know is that God isn't a good explanation, so we must wait and hope that somebody comes up with a better one." I can't help feeling that such a position, though logically sound, would have left one feeling pretty unsatisfied, and that although atheism might have been logically tenable before Darwin, Darwin made it possible to be an intellectually fulfilled atheist."

(Source: investigatingatheism.info, University of Cambridge.)


It took me about five minutes to Google that up. This book is gonna have to try a lot harder to make me believe in anything but its author's wilful credulity.
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Running around in the pouring rain in a t-shirt and shorts = FUN TIIIIIMES 8)

Man, it's raining outside like it's hoping for a mention in the Bible. I'm sitting here right now, quietly freezing to death drying off and reflecting that I didn't get back from jogging a moment too soon.

Yeah, I was out jogging. I don't think anyone's more surprised than I am. But I'm running the Race for Life with my mum in just over a month, and since we actually signed up, the reality of running (or in my case running then painfully walking) five kilometres around a field has finally sunk in. Time was I could leg it for the bus down an entire street and catch it too (more than once; yeah, I... I have no idea how I did that), but my legs and lungs are a bit more reluctant to shift into fifth gear at the moment, let alone stay there. Thus, I've resolved to go out training for a little bit every day.

It seems to be paying off, 'cause I'm already jogging today a little further than I was on Sunday. So much utter joy when I reached the bridge instead of crapping out at the bottom of the slope. (I'll phrase this like you know the landmarks I'm talking about and you will like it!) And here I thought I couldn't motivate myself to exercise. Apparently the fear of wheezing around a field on the brink of collapse is all the motivation I needed! \o/

...I should start asking people to sponsor me.
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A wild iconpost appeared!

The first bunch are a lot of icons from the now-finished ARG There's Something in the Sea. SitS basically pimped out Bioshock 2 for a year before its release, and did so with such an awesome story and characters that the makers ended up including its conclusion in the finished game. The site is still up, so you can go click around it and read through the files right here.



The second lot are of Bioshock 2's adorable scampering gremlins, the Little Sisters. (Yeah, they're in the first game too, but all of these icons are from the sequel.)



...I do not approve of the fact that border="0" doesn't work on this layout. :| DISREGARD THAT I SUCK SHELLFISH
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The greatest chain letter you will ever read.

The London Expo was an occasion of absolute wonder. I'll post about it properly when I've sorted out the photos (I want to thumbnail them and then link to larger versions on deviantart), but for now, suffice it to say that it was worth the cost and then some.

I've already uploaded some of the photos to facebook, and while I was meandering aimlessly around the groups on there (I know, such a respectable way to spend my time) I ran across a chain letter. In a mindless frame of mind, I read it. Now I'm convinced that it is nothing other than an elaborate and wonderful parody of all those "repost this 383702 times or Bloody Mary will eat your eyes, and by the way it also knows who you'll marry" spam messages that flood the internets.

I won't even try to pick out everything that's wrong with it, but the first section's timeline (let's be charitable and call it creative) and the repeated "see more" message are pretty awesome.

Cassie and her friend were at home with there older sister. Their older sister was planing on going out, and told them to not answer the door for anyone and to keep everything locked. Cassie and her friend went online looking at scary chain letters and laughing at how they weren't ever true. The didn... See more’t believe in any of the chains and went to bed. Unfortunately, they forgot to lock the doors. Cassie’s friend had been murdered in the middle of the night. Quickly and frightened, Cassie went and reposted every chain letter they had read. After waking up in the morning she saw something that looked like a face that was very red staring back at her in the mirror. But did not see her face. She ran down stairs and looked in a different mirror. Still seeing the same face she touched hers. She then looked at her hand and it was covered in something red and watery. Her skin was burned and bloody. News around her town had told about the murder of Cassie’s friend. Cassie’s sister arrived home later that night, not yet seeing the news. Cassie told her sister what had happened and her sister was in denial. Her sister reported that Cassie had gone insane and put her into a Mental Hospital. Years past, and Cassie had died of a rare disease. Cassie came back for revenge towards her sister and the murderer. The murderer was never found. Nearly hours after Cassie’s revenge her sister was found dead. The man who found Cassie’s sister bloody with stab wounds on the floor spotted a faint, red, shadow. This was Cassie’s shadow. The man heard a whisper and he could make out small words saying “You didn’t see anything.”
If you don’t repost this chain to at least 6 people in the next 10 minutes, Cassie will haunt you too. This is not fake. Don’t believe me? Read below.

Case 1: Ashley Duran read this. She hates chains and ignored this. The next night, Ashley’s parents couldn’t find her. They could see blood in the shape of her body in her bed. Her mother killed herself and her father was guilty of murder.
Case 2: Jessica saw this this chain. She posted it to just 5 people. Not good enough, Jessica. Not good enough. Jessica is currently in a coma and she may never wake up again.... See More... See More... See more... See more... See more.. Case 3: Justin Carehard only read a little bit of the story. He didn’t post it at all. There have been searches for him. Nobody ever saw a fingerprint or anything. There is no sign of him. Almost as if he has vanished into thin air 1997 a girl named Lauren was walking in a forest and suddenly disappeared; she hadn't been discovered untill 2000 when a young girl named Mary found Lauren's body which had chest markings that said, "I... See more... See More... See More... See more... See More... See More... See More... See More... See More... See more... See More... See More... See more... See more... See More... See more... See More... See more... See More... See More... See More... See More... See more... See More... See More... See More... See More... See More... See More
wasn't pretty enough." Lauren's ghost will appear in your mirror,... See More
telling you that you're not pretty enough and she will kill you. She'll will repeatedly tell you" The same happened to Mary, and she died shortly
after. To save yourself, copy and paste this into five other band's comment boxes. THIS IS TRUE! Since you have started reading this, do not stop. Keep in mind that you need to send this to five other bands in 143 minutes. When you're finished, press "F6" and your crush's name
will appear on your computer screen in big letters as a "reward" for preventing yourself from being killed

tl;dr: Cassie's friend was murdered in the night, and Cassie's first thought was to repost a bunch of chain letters they'd read. Then she went back to bed. Then she woke up in the morning, and noticed that her face was burned and bloody when she saw it in a mirror. Then it was still that night and Cassie's sister had her sent to an asylum for thinking her friend was dead, even though said friend was at the very least missing. Now Cassie is a vengeful ghost, and some other people died or went missing so that's proof, I guess. Oh, and the F6 key can read your mind!

This is terrifying stuff, you guys, and now that I've blogged it I've gone and shared the curse. Maybe it would have been kinder of me to just post smile.dog a half-dozen times.

I now want "See More" to be an arc phrase in a horror story. Maybe I should make this happen.
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Icon Meme!

Hey, look, content!

Stolen from mouette_lunaire:
1. Reply to this post, and I will pick six of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.



I made this one because "I brain goodly" was something my brother said a lot at the time, and it became something of a catchphrase for the two of us. Me being me (have you seen my mind recently? me neither), I get a whole lot of mileage out of it.
Lacking Photoshop at the time, I recall that I achieved this icon using nothing but Paint and Word. My, but that was a proud day.


This was the work of my darling fabulous lienne, as part of her ongoing nefarious plot to stop me from being so bashful about writing porn. I can name most every intercourse-related body part when a curse-word is called for, but when it comes to fiction, generalities and vague implications have a way of creeping in. This icon is always there to remind me just what the sticky-out luncheon hammer in a man's no-no square is called.


A little while ago, I made icons of Pripyat and Gunkanjima. The rather splendid ultramarine brought the locations to my attention - and if you haven't seen pictures already, stop reading right now and find some, because they're breathtaking.
You'll probably already know about Pripyat (even if you don't know that you know; it was taken out by the Chernobyl disaster), but Gunkanjima is the nickname of an island off the coast of Japan which in its heyday was the most densely populated place there. In Japan. It was a coal-mining town, but in the '60s petrol began to replace coal in Japan, and the whole place became a ghost town as the miners and their families moved away. Some people didn't even bother to move their stuff away, so it gives the impression of having been abandoned in a great hurry.


Aw, it's Ten all sad about Rose for the millionth time even though he doesn't take that long to get over anyone else ever. *cough* Anywho, this is an icon whose lineart I nicked from doctorwhy, an awesome comic which - whoa, there are more entries since I last checked it! /disappears


Pictured: the greatest videogame quote of all time. I stole the art for this icon from the amazing hiimdaisy, who does cracky parody comics of Metal Gear and other such games. Warning: don't read her stuff if you have a weak chest or would otherwise be harmed by prolonged and crippling laughter. (My shameful secret: my only knowledge of the Metal Gear series comes from hiimdaisy's comics, Slowbeef's screenshot LP, and the Let's Plays by Chip and Ironicus. Wait, that's not shameful, those are some of the best things on the internet.)


At the age I read the Animorphs books, I hadn't yet learned what "kink" meant, but my favourite dreams were the ones about the Yeerks. And hell, the Animorphs books in general were freakin' awesome - shape-shifting kids fighting aliens, yes please - and so they have earned an eternal spot in my heart and in my lj icon roster. The standard "Yeerk-thinking-of-a-love-heart" icon started with some utterly horrible MS Paint effort years ago, which has been redrawn and replaced (always with the same picture of the adorable slug creature) a few times as I've gotten better art programmes and learned what colours don't hurt the eyes in combination.

And I'm fairly sure that at this point in my life I should be tagging threads or going to bed, so I'll consider this a victory and sign off here.
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Icon related.

Apparently I took another impromptu hiatus. Well, now that I've made this journal prettier it should practically write itself, right?

...Right?

All right, so maybe that's a little much to hope for, but at least the disapproving glare of Slenderlamb up there should persuade me to be a big girl and update a little more often. b-bailamoooos... The only problem is working out what to talk about.

I've got the same problem with my poetry journal (over there in the sidebar): spiffed up visually, but woefully behind in terms of actual words. This is obviously a sign that I should start writing again instead of just drawing all the time.

This particular entry sat unfinished for hours while I did work up on campus and then played drunken snooker at the pub. Neglected? You could say that. At least I've finally had the good sense to cancel my paid account, because I just don't need all those icons. Once I forced myself to be ruthless it was surprisingly easy to cut their number down to fifteen.

Pretty soon I'll have something to talk about, 'cause I'm going to the London Expo for the first time this sunday. In costume, naturally. I never pass up a chance to dress up all silly. So afterwards, I should be waxing lyrical about my adventures there; watch this space.

In the meantime, I'm tempted to stop taking my tags seriously as well. But the archivist in me might climb up through my neck and throttle my brain if I try anything.
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Of Nerd Quotas and Other Matters

I think I may have filled my nerd quota for the week already. Last night there was a quiz at the pub down the road, and I went with a bunch of friends; at the end was a specialist round, eleven questions about Lord of the Rings, and I managed to get all of them. Even the ones about Elrond's grandmother and the number of children Sam had. I'm not sure whether to be proud or embarrassed.

Today I spent ten minutes on chatroulette, hoping for the endless fun that its fans praise it for. What a mind-flatteningly boring site. Maybe I just wasn't putting enough effort in, maybe I should have looped a .gif of a pile of bunnies or something, I don't know. At least nobody flashed me.

I have so much writing to do that it's unreal. Getting through it steadily, though.

In other news, Bioshock 2 is out tomorrow! I can't believe this day has finally come! /starry eyes