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The problem with vigilante justice [23 Jun 2007|03:06pm]
[ mood | scared ]

It's recently come to my attention that I have new neighbors, to be specific, two young men have moved in down the street and are both pending trial on kiddie rape charges. One of these individuals has allegedly made use of goth websites and chat-rooms to lure his victims, and is known for walking around the neighborhood wearing all black, most notably with a black hooded sweatshirt.

Now to be fair, I have no idea whether these men have actually committed the crimes they have been accused of, but apparently the community has labeled them as suspicious and dangerous, and I fear that some of its more overzealous members may appoint themselves judge, jury, and executioner some night while I am walking home, and execute the wrong person.

Later today I am going to go out and buy a weapon. It's just that I don't trust that my protests of innocence and mistaken identity will be enough to discourage a car full of drunken teenagers, for example, from administering to me, with the best of intentions, a savage, if not lethal beating. I guess a knife probably won't be enough to discourage a car full of drunken teenagers with "justice" and homicide on their minds, but in this worse case scenario at least I'll get the chance to gut one of the self styled vigilante fuckers before they kick my head in.

All this is probably just paranoia. The worst that will happen is that I will receive suspicious glares from the neighbors and maybe the more vigilant will follow me around to make sure kiddie rape is not on my agenda. Still I will be more comfortable walking home at night if I have some sort of weapon at hand.

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Smokey smokey [15 Mar 2007|01:07pm]
I have a powerful lust for clove cigarettes. I haven't had a cigarette since Sunday night, and though I'm not really Nic Jones, I kinda want something to smoke... something really bad for me. Unfortunately since I have this regrettable habit of leaving my debit card in ATMs (This is before I even get drunk or high mind you) a cigarette run would take around an hour to complete... and that's not even a clove guarantee. I don't really have anything else to do... but I am really lazy.
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Artemis' Daughter [10 Mar 2007|11:45am]
[ mood | bored ]

This was supposed to be just the beginning of a longer piece but I lost the story somewhere along the way. It's not very good, but then again, if it was I wouldn't be posting it on LJ, I'd send it to a lit rag.
1777 words.

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We must have been huffing paint. [07 Mar 2007|06:17am]
[ mood | amused ]

I just finished watching Voltron on Cartoon network and it's hard to reconcile my childhood love for this show with how mind numbingly bad it actually is.

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I'm so very tired [03 Mar 2007|02:12am]
[ mood | exhausted ]

I want to destroy something, but I can't. The effort to simply swing my arm sounds exhausting, and to sweep the shards up afterword is a task so daunting that only the thought makes me tired.

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Support Your Local Artists [01 Mar 2007|12:45am]
[ mood | surprised ]

I've been holed up in my room all night watching anime, so imagine my surprise when I went outside to smoke and found a two inch thick blanket of pristine, white snow on the ground! What the fuck is it doing snowing, and sticking, in March? Global warming my ass!

Anyway onto the crux of the matter. My friend Monty's band, Inscape, is playing their very first gig at the Rose Garden in Lake City tomorrow (Thursday) night. The address is 13717 Lake City Way, if anybody is interested in attending. Inscape is a genre straddling instrumental group... for the moment. They are currently looking for a female vocalist, so if you happen to be a female singer/lyricist looking for a band to belong to, by all means you should definitely check them out.

They're also on myspace, you can find them on my (Dionysianwine) friend page, or you can just search for Inscape I suppose.

Everybody should come!

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"Quotation is a facility for the empty minded" [26 Feb 2007|07:42pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

"I'm not a nerd, I'm a specialist!"

-Sousuke Sagara
Full Metal Panic

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Love or Lust? [25 Feb 2007|08:26pm]
[ mood | bored ]

Hand picked from random scraps of my writing from who knows when that I found in my room tonight while looking for a book that seems to have escaped into whatever place that books flee to.

The truth is that I am as sane as any man who's in love with a woman.

Seems to be from the beginning of a story, but who knows? The entire piece that line came from is only 41 words long.

I died when she smiled. I cried and I laughed, I fell and I danced. She smiled at me at that moment and I felt things dormant for four long years awaken and swell. Wonderful thoughts of a terrible longing echoed through my skull, as I was brought to my knees by the crescent of parted pink lips lined with square white teeth.

Comes from a passage describing the days events, but ultimately turns into something rather more fanciful than a journal entry.

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If it weren't for bad luck... [05 Feb 2007|08:24pm]
[ mood | hopeless ]

I was getting used to the idea of being the universe's cosmic toilet when lo and behold there came a thin ray of hope in the form of a hastily scrawled two word note on the envelope of my last paycheck from Nintendo. Today, I discovered that the thin ray of hope was actually the universe ejaculating in sadistic glee to form the semen icing on the shit cake that has become my life.

Hopeless

jobless

sober

and soon to be pennyless

In good news I squandered half of my last paycheck on anime last night online because I finally got around to ordering a new debit card. Now I just have to sit here and wait for it.

waiting...

waiting...

waiting...

Ah what the hell, I've got bourbon, maybe I'll just get drunk.

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FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [26 Jan 2007|04:53pm]
[ mood | FUCK! ]

Once again, in its infinite wisdom, the universe has taken a cosmic shit all over my life.

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[24 Jan 2007|10:55pm]




What type of Fae are you?
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If any of you need a new addiction... [23 Jan 2007|10:45pm]
I played FFXII for about 10 hours today... I've played for over ninety game hours total... I'd say I'm a good twenty or thirty game hours away from completion... I suppose I could beat the game in another five or ten hours... but the point isn't to just beat the game, the point is to get EVERYTHING and by the time you face the last boss, to be so powerful that you swat him like a fucking fly.
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I heard a rumor [21 Jan 2007|10:14pm]
[ mood | quixotic ]

There is a secret government facility located deep underground in some remote forested area in the United States designed for the containment and study of all the creatures that are born in the dark places of this world that have been proven to "not exist". This facility is run by an Inquisitor General with authority granted to him by the president and the pope to apprehend any and all "monsters" using any means necesary. Under his command is the elite paramilitary force that go by the name Witch Hunters.

Early this morning something escaped.

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cheers [18 Jan 2007|07:28pm]
"Come hither, my lads, with your tankards of ale, And drink to the present before it shall fail; Pile each on your platters a mountain of beef, For 'tis eating and drinking that bring us relief: So fill up your glass, For life will soon pass; When you're dead ye'll ne'er drink to your king or your lass! Anacreon had a red nose, so they say But what's a red nose if ye're happy and gay? Gad split me! I'd rather be red whilst I'm here, Than white as a lily -and dead half a year! So Betty my miss, Come give me a kiss; In hell there's no inkeeper's daughter like this! Young Harry, propp'd up just as straight as he's able, Will soon lose his wig and slip under the table, But fill up your goblets and pass 'em around- Better under the table than under the ground! So revel and chaff As ye thirstily quaff: Under six feet of dirt 'tis less easy to laugh! The fiend strike me blue! I'm scarce able to walk, And damn me if I can't stand upright or talk! Here, landlord, bid Betty to summon a chair; I'll try home for a while, for my wife is not there! So lend me a hand I'm not able to stand But I'm gay whilst I linger on top of the land!"
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Sunday afternoon's constitutional [14 Jan 2007|02:52pm]
[ mood | serene ]

"We should go forth on the shortest walk, perchance in the spirit of undying adventure, never to return. Prepared to send back our embalmed hearts only as relics to our desolate kingdoms. If you are ready to leave father and mother,and brother and sister, and wife and child and friends, and never see them again- If you have paid your debts, and made your will, and settled all your affairs, and are a free man- Then you are ready for a walk."

-Henry David Thoreau

Keeping that in mind, I'm going for a walk.

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Snow Woe [11 Jan 2007|01:19pm]
[ mood | crushed ]

The snow isn't sticky enough for my snowman to stay together.
I'm gonna find some woods to go walk through and maybe the pretty scenery will soothe the ache of my crushed dreams.

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Snowday! [11 Jan 2007|06:07am]
[ mood | excited ]

Snowday!
Can't get into work today!
Everyone come out and play!

First order of business: Go back to bed.
Second order of business: Smoke an epic bowl.
Third order of business: Create a snow monstrosity/random playing in the snow.

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I hate riding the bus [10 Jan 2007|09:01pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

The commute home from work today (normally takes 45 min to an hour) took three and a half hours today, two and a half of which were spent standing, after standing at work all day. Now it looks as if the stupid snow is melting, so I might not even get a snowday out of it... grumble grumble grumble grumble grumble. I wanna make a snowman, but am just too damn tired. Maybe tomorrow.

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I Hunger [09 Jan 2007|10:28pm]
[ mood | hungry ]

If I was a hunter, you'd be my prey

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Sisyphean Labor [09 Jan 2007|08:30pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

I seem to be the last one on the wrong side of the street. All my allies have been rescued and I have been left to drown under a ceaceless tide of videogame manuals.

Another day at the warehouse tomorrow... no reprieve yet... The mind recoils in horror.

Maybe god in his/her/its (questionably) infinite (questionable) wisdom will bury that wretched tomb under a thousand tons of snow tonight saving me from another day of agonizing monotony.

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