September 1st, 2011

Writer's Block: It’s just a game…

Do you pick truth or dare? Tell us why?


If I picked dare, you would have no method of knowing that I actually followed through, and because I just explained why, that automatically means your question for "truth" was "Tell us why?" which is a pretty fucking lame "Truth" question when you have the opportunity to question my sexuality, morality, history, or honesty.

LiveJournal, you really suck at this game.

--PolarisDiB

Writer's Block: "Anybody home? Think, McFly, Think!"

Who is the meanest movie bully?


Not sure, but he was probably played by William Zabka, if we're going with an honest-to-goodness, classic school-yard type bully. Or mabye Matt Dillion played him. But perhaps I shouldn't limit my picks to the 80's.

...oh wait, Dolores Umbridge! Total bitch. And a nutjob to boot.

September 1st, 2011

My (access to) internet has returned! Routine readers -that is, myself- will note that I have updated only a few times this entire summer. I stayed with John in Stone Harbor from the end of June to August 17th, right before all of Cape May County got evacuated due to hurricane Irene. It was a great summer; I was sober maybe six nights. Alcohol, marijuana, pain killers... joyous. I ll give my annual shout-out to the crew that I hung with every day this summer: Derrick, John, Brandon, and Old Spence, the mule. So many laughs this summer, so many great stories to tell; as I said in my previous entry, it was Karamazovian; I viewed it through the lens of such, at least. Rather than begin to summarize the thoughts and stories that have constituted Summer 11' for me, I am going to put it all in a novel.
I have not had genuine inspiration for a novel in some time, but this summer has done it for me. The novel will not focus exclusively on this summer, though; it will be an amalgam of summers 05-11, told in three parts (Summers 5-6, Summers 7-8, and Summers 9-11) with seven books. The prospect of beginning it is rhapsodic; I nearly did tonight. As it were, I m driving across the country with Jimmy for the next few weeks, so I don t see myself getting much work done beyond entries in this journal; simultaneously a prequel and sequel.
Point in case our raging in New York City the last few nights. I took a bus up from Highstown -where I had spent some quality time with Keith and Mamah and my Dad during the wrath of hurricane Irene-, met Jimmy in Manhattan, took the subway to Fordham in the Bronx, where his younger brother lives, and began partying as soon as we got there. After a solid pre game in their apartment, we hit up a local bar; I decided to smuggle a few personal Pabsts in to save money, of course. The bouncer noted this infraction immediately, and his response was nothing short of riotous: he threw me out of the bar, and the moment that I was out the door he completely inversed his plan of action and welcome me back in: "Come on in bro, tip the bartenders." He didn't even say 'come on back in', he welcomed me exactly as he would a newcomer. I blacked out shortly thereafter, presumably dumbfounded.
The next day Jimmy and I spent the day in Manhattan; Washington Square Park, Central Park, block after block through the city. I must say... out in LA I scolded myself for fantasizing about New York City -which I did on a consistent basis-, but the fantasy was fully realized that day, in spirit. New York City is beautiful, and if I end up coming across some money, I would love to live there... with some lovely girl.
Anyway, perhaps I will commit to a formal summary of my cross-country journey in this journal, and commence work on the novel when I get back from Vancouver (which is the last stop on my trip; I m flying their from LA). I m conscious of the fact that this journal is a transfiguration of my memory and experience, and that the novel will function as the second (formal) gradation of this process; a process which seems, to me, one of purification: a rebirth, in a sense. The metareferential potential is profound and exciting; I hope that the book turns out alright.
In the meantime, I ll work on becoming a rock star with my brother; the jam session we had tonight with Jimmy and Jonathan (Lorne s oldest son) was unreal. I played bass at first, then acoustic guitar and harmonica; Jimmy played acoustic first, then bass, then keyboard; Jonathan played keyboard first, then bass; Clayton played electric guitar and essentially orchestrated the rest of us, showing us all the right notes to play if the instrument was foreign to us. It was one of the best jam sessions of my life, the first with a full band; I have high hopes for us.
I was invited to spend the month of October in the Florida Keys with Derrick Spence and Brandon... due to my recent creative furvor, and more pertinently my current financial situation (despite working at the movie theater for two months), I m tempted to pass on the offer, even though it would only be $350 rent for the whole month (in paradise). We ll see; perhaps I ll go if I can get a temporary job down there... and Hemingway had no problem writing in that area... and I have the rest of the year to become a rock star with Clay. Big debate, haha.
It feels great to write again. I wrote three poems this summer, though I m only fully happy with the most recent one, which I plan to interlace with "White Dwarf". The completion and publication of that poem -in conjunction with "Red Giant-, as I said in the previous entry, is my paramount artistic aspiration.

-Dyl

Writer's Block: Who's in your neighborhood

How well do you know your next-door neighbors?
Not much. I don't think of myself as someone who would start a conversation with a neighbour, unlike my family members. Though I'm sure they know about me quite well, because the window to their son's room has the view of my room, to which I think he had been seeing me naked quite a lot of time even before puberty? Poor thing. No, on second thought, he is quite the lucky brat. lol

Вопрос дня: Это не серьезно

На ум почему-то сразу пришел Доктор Зло из Фильма "Остин Пауэрс"...Он такой чмоха, когда озвучивает что-то, что на его взгляд является очень злобным и тут же прикладывает мизинец к губам, но тем не менее мне нравится этот персонаж=))

Writer's Block: Nicknames

What's your nickname, and how did you get it?
Nanto. Because I used to say "Whatever!" a lot back in highschool, and one of my close friends wanted to look for that word in Japanese - unfortunately I don't know Jap, and she only knew few words back then, so she picked out this word - nanto - from some kind of dictionary she had and she called me that. We didn't find out till half a year or so later that it wasn't really what it meant. But my friends got used to the name already, and I don't see a point changing into something else. It was meant to be fun anyway. and for some reason, I actually like the sound of it :). 

Writer's Block: Nicknames

What's your nickname, and how did you get it?


What's your nickname, and how did you get it?



Nanto.

Because I used to say "Whatever!" a lot back in highschool, and one of my close friends wanted to look for that word in Japanese - unfortunately I don't know Jap, and she only knew few words back then, so she picked out this word - nanto - from some kind of dictionary she had and she called me that. We didn't find out till half a year or so later that it wasn't really what it meant. But my friends got used to the name already, and I don't see a point changing into something else. It was meant to be fun anyway. and for some reason, I actually like the sound of it :).

Writer's Block: Fashion: The Style of My Journal

Tell us about your journal's style and why you selected or created it.


I chose this theme because I thought it looked old. *shrug* it's not like I like old stuff, but they do make me feel at ease. And the background was made by me in an attempt to design a book cover for a story my friends and I co-authored. Of course it wasn't all that serious, but this made it seem a bit more than just journal entries :). and I like it better when I can use things that I created.

Writer's Block: Once upon a time…

What is the first line of your favorite book?
''I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids - and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me." (Ralph Ellison from The Invisible Man, prologue)

Writer's Block: It’s just a game…

Do you pick truth or dare? Tell us why?


It all depends on who is asking me. If i know that person has malicious intents during a truth or dare session, I'll usually pick truth, because usually the truths people ask are petty and are nothing overly revealing. However once and awhile I'll get surprised with a dare and a lot of the times, I end up being ok with it. Like the first time I got french kissed by this gorgeous girl who lived on the street next to me. I can still taste her bubble gum. I believe it was Cotton Candy Bubblicious Bubble Gum. So all you guys out there, truth or dare with the chica chicas = awesome.

Вопрос дня: Просто игра

Do you pick truth or dare? Tell us why?


Странный вопрос... Но типу: "Кого Вы больше любите - жену или маму?" Так как я не привык подчиняться и говорить правду, то я бы предпочел сказать, в не выполнить... ;-))
Ronin Hood- Guy/Marian OMG
  • ficmuse

Writer's Block: It’s just a game…

Do you pick truth or dare? Tell us why?


Always truth, never dare. Which really could be my personal credo.

I'm a wimp of the highest order. The list of things that make me anxious is frighteningly extensive. I'm also a terrible liar. To be the best person I can be, I try very hard to be honest. This has caused me no end of personal drama over the years. Even professionally, where I have had several disagreements with my boss on this point.

I am amused that my daughter has inherited my inability to lie successfully. It certainly works in my favor. She thinks I'm psychic, but I just know which way the wind blows.
"hide your heart under the bed..."
  • sarinda

Writer's Block: It’s just a game…

Do you pick truth or dare? Tell us why?

I used to pick "dare" every time. Always. I'd have rather humiliated myself with a run to the newspaper box on the corner or knock back an entire shot of tabasco sauce. Anything was preferable to actually having to explain some uncomfortable truth to a gaggle of sneering judges. Somehow, the threat seemed to loom: if I revealed what really went on beneath the surface, it would be too strange to be accepted. It would be my own fault.

Then I learned differently. "Truth" is as frightening as a bag of mini marshmallows when there's nothing to hide. In fact, it can be quite interesting. I learn just as much about you by the questions you ask me as you learn from my answers.

Life's funny like that.
Random!DanceDance

Holiday! Celebrate!

It's almost vacation time! I still have to pack, but I did make a weather chart of all the places we're going so I could pack appropriately, lol. I'm awesome like that XD I can't wait!

In other news, I went to see the Cleopatra exhibit with Mel over the weekend and it was pretty fantastic. The obnoxious woman with her wagon of children, not so much. Still, we had a good time! We went to the Cincinnati Natural History and Science Museum, too. That was quite enjoyable! Good day, other than the fact that that was the first day that my sinuses made an attempt to kill me.

Have I ever mentioned that I'm overly dramatic?

Anyways! I, apparently, have allergies and they chose this weekend to go into full effect. It kind of started on Saturday, where I could feel a little tickle at the back of my throat. By the end of Sunday, they were out in full force with the sneezing and the post nasal drip and the itchy, watery eyes. I was miserable @_@ Thankfully, I was second shift both Monday and Tuesday, so I got a chance to rest a bit. Unfortunately, I was first shift yesterday, right after a second shift, which gave me, like, four hours of sleep. I was basically a zombie yesterday, minus the yearning for brains. I barely made it through dinner with Dee and my dad. Then Dee wanted to watch Bambi, so I made myself stay awake through that.

Sidenote: She loved it!

But, after that, I couldn't keep my eyes open. I had to suffer through a phone call from Reuben. Sometimes I wish Dee didn't quite like him so much so I wouldn't have to bother picking up the phone. After that, though, I got Dee ready for bed, tucked her in, and then I was out. I do believe I texted people at some time after actually going to bed... if I didn't make any sense, I apologize! Other than that, though, I was asleep by 8:30.

And it was awesome! I've never enjoyed a nights sleep quite as much as I did last night. I did, however, have a weird dream involving Christian Slater and some plot to steal millions of dollars from some guy. All I really remember is that Christian shot one of the guys that was supposed to be on our team because he wanted out. Christian Slater is not to be fucked with, apparently. I also remember thinking at one point that the breeze coming through my window was the most (quoting here) "awesomely delicious" breeze I had ever felt. I have a weird brain.

Anyways, today, I am much more awake and happy with life :D Right now, I should be getting back to doing work junk. Ta!
me

Waters recede but storm victims suffer in East

What is your favorite cult film, and why?
Floodwaters finally started to recede from areas of the U.S. northeast devastated by Hurricane Irene but many communities were still under water on Wednesday as relief workers battled cut-off roads and raging rivers to deliver emergency supplies.
The storm battered the East Coast with up to 15 inches of rain on Saturday and Sunday, setting river level records in 10 states, the U.S. Geological Survey said.
Wide swathes of New Jersey, upstate New York and Vermont experienced the worst flooding in decades, and while many disaster areas began to see waters recede other rivers had not yet crested, monster beats by dre headphones the USGS said.
Some 1.7 million homes and business were still without power after as many as 6.7 million had lost electricity.
With damage in the billions of dollars -- Standard & Poor's estimated the national total at $20 billion, though others have put the number at half that -- homeowners were also battling insurance companies that exclude flood damage coverage.
Adding to the anxiety, the Federal Emergency Management Agency said it had to put long-term projects on hold and focus on rushing immediate relief to battered states because it had only $800 million left in its disaster relief fund.
The White House said President Barack Obama on Sunday planned to visit the hard-hit New Jersey city of Paterson, one of many places where residents and businesses suffered personal and economic catastrophe.
In Little Falls, New Jersey, Sean Mathews could only wait for floodwaters to recede along Williams Street, where he owns a two-story home that was swamped in four to five feet of water.
"I figure I've got about $20,000 in damage," Mathews said, adding that floods typically leave dead rats, lady gaga headphones snakes and garbage strewn through the house. "I can deal with snakes. But the sewage smell -- the smell."
Mathews, who installs sheet metal for a living, said moving would be nearly impossible after four major floods in five years wrecked property values.
"We think about moving all the time, but how are you going to sell the house?" he said.
Street after street in Little Falls was flooded, and many were nearly abandoned. Police hung signs saying "No scavenging."
New York state alone suffered $1 billion in damage with 600 homes destroyed, six towns inundated and 150 major highways and 140,000 acres of farmland damaged, Governor Andrew Cuomo said.
"Sometimes the bottom line is the bottom line. We need help on the economics," Cuomo said.
Disaster relief has reignited Washington's budget battles, with some Republicans saying additional spending to help these communities should be offset by cuts elsewhere in the budget.
New Jersey Governor Chris Christie, a Republican who gained national prominence for cutting budgets, broke with elements of the small-government wing of his party by calling for immediate aid.
"We don't have time to wait for folks in Congress to figure out how they want to offset this stuff with other budget cuts. Our people are suffering now and they need support now. ... That's not a Republican or Democratic issue," Christie told a news conference in Lincoln Park.
FLOATING REFRIGERATORS
In Paterson, where hundreds of people had to be rescued from the raging floodwaters by boat or truck, the Passaic River reached its highest level since 1903, officials said.
Once an industrial powerhouse, Paterson has since declined in wealth relative to neighboring towns. Many of its factories were powered by the Great Falls of the Passaic River,beats by dre  the second largest waterfall by volume on the East Coast.
From a helicopter overhead, mist could be seen rising at least 200 feet above the waterfall, making it resemble Niagara Falls.
An entire neighborhood upriver was covered by water, drowning at least two schools, three gas stations and much of the city's industrial area, whose chemicals left a visible sheen on the river. Down the debris-strewn river, two bridges were submerged.
Passaic floodwaters were receding on Wednesday, said James Furtak, acting emergency management director of Bergen County. He said towns such as Wallington, population 11,000, were starting to recover, thanks in part to volunteer firefighters who left their own families to help others.
"You had couches floating, refrigerators floating," Furtak said. "It flooded streets that never got flooded before. Some people lost everything. Their lives."
In Vermont, relief teams worked around the clock to repair washed out roads, drop off emergency supplies to stranded residents and restore electricity.
Vermont had four of its National Guard helicopters in the air and borrowed two from Illinois to send in drinking water, food, medical supplies and diapers, officials said.
In Brattleboro, where the Connecticut River and Whetstone Brook burst their banks, the Whetstone Arts Center was sagging over the brook after a portion of its first floor was undermined by the flood.
"The hardest thing is the mud, that takes a long time to clean up," said Alan Washburn, who had a crew of four people working to clean out his fire sprinkler business.
Despite losing an estimated $20,000 worth of power tools and materials, beats by monster  Washburn was relieved his business did not take more damage.
"It's amazing, the destruction in some of these places."





Вопрос дня: Это не серьезно

Who is the meanest movie bully?
Ганнибал Лектор или другой мудак с сорванной крышей. Таких образов Х..ливуд наплодил дофига, вот и берут пример с них. А потом дети говорят: у него еще есть три жизни....
Phwee?

Writer's Block: It’s just a game…

Do you pick truth or dare? Tell us why?


I almost always pick Truth, because I'm not ashamed of who I am, what I've done, or how I feel, and thus there's really nothing anyone could ask me in intimate company that I would be afraid to confess. On the contrary, I'm quite fond of oversharing. Why else would I keep an LJ? ;-P

On the other hand, if I chose Dare, I might end up with experiences I regret.

Вопрос дня: Это не серьезно

Ответ на этот вопрос можно найти, я думаю, в старых советских фильмах сталинской эпохи. В них фашисты, как раз показаны жалкими, всегда проигрывающими бездумными бандитами, бесконечно получающими по соплям от советских войнов!!!

Вопрос дня: Сладкое

ммм...так как я сладкоежка. то очень трудно что-то выделить...люблю все сладкое...
и обожаю шоколад не толкьо есть, но и нюхать)
What is your favorite candy or dessert?
От запаха шоколада черного прихожу в восторг)
skeletal embrace

Quartier des écrivains : It’s just a game…

Do you pick truth or dare? Tell us why?
Truth. 
I hate to look stupid, I hate people making me do things I do not want to do, so I try not to put myself in these situations.  Since I am not ashamed of what I have done/said/thought, it is not really a challenge to answer thruth.
So yeah, I guess I am kind of a cheat.
Ginkgo
  • lapinix

Writer's Block: It’s just a game…

Do you pick truth or dare? Tell us why?


I usually pick truth, because I have very few secrets anyway, and people very rarely ask the questions that could relate to the few secrets I do have... That said, depending how bored or drunk I am, am am known to pick dare to just make things a little more exciting.

Also Dear GOD, never have I ever at Evee's last year >_
behaviour
  • warsop

Writer's Block: It’s just a game…

Do you pick truth or dare? Tell us why?


Depends on the tenor of the game. If the questions being asked are ones that I'd prefer not to answer, I'll definitely choose the dare. It's hard to come up with a dare that would actually bother me. I'll be silly or stupid or whatever, doubly so if it allows me to not have to share something that I don't want to.

I've always found the game perplexing. I've never understood why someone would prefer truth over dare. Perhaps this is why I find PostSecret so compelling, since complete anonymity is the only way that I could truly imagine revealing many truths.