The Blackangel

I'm silent the vast majority of the time too. The only way you even know I'm around is if you see movement or hear my computer.

Oh I know it. I've hacked a few things in my life (typically my own email) and I know you won't get anything from a true hacker. If they are one of the ones that hacked the FBI database a few years back, they are damn sure not going to add any digits to my account.

I can tell you from experience, that crack is not your friend. If only the flat earthers would understand that and PUT DOWN THE FRICKIN PIPE.

When I go to the zoo in St. Louis, I always chew on bamboo leaves while we're there. They have bamboo growing absolutely everywhere, and I'm constantly picking leaves to chew on.

I grew up on a stock farm, and we butchered our own beef and pork. I've been around it all my life. But the way they're done in the slaughterhouse, if it's big enough isn't something I could do. So I would have to agree with you about cleaning toilets.

I'm online all day, and it gets boring after a while. Surfing would also mean that I wasn't stuck in this damn chair. So I would go with hitting the water.

Forget me. I don't like being the subject of discussion. I don't like people even knowing I exist.

Yes, but never over a human.

There's nothing really important on my cell phone. A few apps, the standard stuff iPhone has, and a lot of games. They would end up with a phone that served them no actual good. As for my bank account, I wouldn't care if they had the intention of adding a bunch of digits to my balance. But I'm assuming that that's not the case here, so I'll say my phone.

Virtually no one was at my wedding anyway. As for my funeral, I don't think I'll even have one. The state will most likely end up with my body, and destroy it however they go about it with unclaimed bodies.

Mushrooms are fun. I don't recommend anyone starting to use them, but for those of us that have, they're fun. They taste like troll shit, but the effects are always interesting. Unless you have to deal with the fucking gnomes again.

If I have to sing opera, then I'll go with being the chef. If the music style is open to whatever I want, then I'll take the singing without a moments hesitation.

I've had a few nicknames over the years. There was a time that I could stand next to a bonfire in the middle of a 90+ degree day in three layers of black and be comfortable. So a guy I used to know gave me the nickname Lizard. Another I still currently have is Panda. Simply because of my love of bamboo. The other I consider my real name, is my screen name. When people ask why I'm named The Blackangel, I just tell them to get to know me, and it will become clear after a while. I have my legal name, but my real name is The Blackangel.

I wonder if they got the idea for this dome theory from the Simpsons movie.

I've been using Rosetta Stone for a while now, but I'm not making much progress. I really suck at languages.

ROM-Hacks typically don't actually have trailers. They're fan made games that aren't technically a part of any official library from any particular studio. Sure it's the same name, but it's in no way the same game.

If you want a difficult ride that you have to maintain focus on, climb on the back of a bull. I can tell you from experience that it can be difficult to maintain focus on them. The bull you draw can also make a hell of a difference as well.

To be completely transparent, for the longest time I thought it was cruel because of how many horses would drown in every match.

If that map was accurate, that would mean that Alaska was more than half the size of the US and Canada combined. And there is no on on earth who would think that Greenland is bigger than South America as well as roughly equal in size to Africa, except those moronic flat earthers.

I have family that are Mexican. They're not blood, but they are family nonetheless. I have talked about her with them, and the mother of the family (whom I call my sister) told me that her father encountered her. He saw and heard her, and it changed him for the rest of his life. She said he just wasn't the same man after that. Unfortunately I never got to meet him, as he died before we had even met. But they have told me a lot of the stories they are aware of. If I could speak Spanish, that would help things, but I can barely say "Hello" in Spanish.

There are a couple of times in RDR2 where the computer takes over while you're riding, and the music plays, and it's just absolutely beautiful.

The only way the two could even remotely be related, is if someone who had been suicidal for a decent amount of time was found dead and the game was paused in lavender town. The game had no influence on their decision to finally end it. It was merely a coincidence and nothing more. But once the two things are noticed together, the story spreads, the myth grows, and the next thing you know, the game caused it after they shit out 47 flying frogs.

I've been in a few that were beginner/novice caves. Missouri is full of them. We have caves that are tourist spots, caves for spelunking (that's still the official term here) and caves underneath houses. There are caves here that would make the movie The Descent look like a brisk walk on a forest trail. People have completely vanished in caves and their bodies have never been found here. Some solo, others in groups. There are a lot of mines too. We tend to refer to them as man-made caves, or fake caves. People go down in them a lot too. I've been in several. They're nothing too spectacular. They're actually pretty boring. There's new cave systems being found all the time. Either blasting opens one up, or a rockslide busts through and opens one up. Either way we have so many, that a lot of obsessive spelunkers have moved to Missouri for that very purpose. Simply because they can't get bored. My girl said that one of her professors in college was a guy from Paris. He told her one day that he had gone on a cave tour with some people, and with the way our caves twist and turn, he would have much rather gotten lost in the catacombs than one of our caves.

I hate cooking. I'm a great cook, but can't stand doing it. Also, I rarely eat any form of actual meal more than once or at most twice a week, so there's no real reason for me to cook. And by actual meal, I mean fast food.

Are you meaning neutron stars, black holes, pulsars, or quasars?