The Blackangel

Have you already experienced anyone complaining about your mic? If not, I would suggest you give it a quick in-game shot with someone your close with, and get some honest feedback from them first.

I have a dishwasher, so I'll go with never having to clean the bathroom again.

I grew up raising Belgians, so I can definitely attest to them being docile as hell.

This is something that has been bugging me for a long time. We all know that the reason Americans speak English is because the country was primarily settled by the British. Hence, the English language. I understand that over the last 245 years, the language was predisposed to some changes. But how did we go from saying "Mum" to "Mom"? Or was it the British who changed their speaking of the word? I know it's a very minor difference, and of no real concern to anyone, but it's one of those small things that just bugs you. Kinda like wondering who invented bread. Because bread sure as hell doesn't grow on any plants I'm aware of.

The only thing I really watch is YouTube. Netflix and Hulu have some good shows, but not a lot.

The only real thing about reality TV that is good is when a reality show dies.

I missed the word “now” in the title. That changes things up a little bit. I would say antivaxer drivel. If you want to be stupid, then you better pray to whatever god it is that you worship that your stupidity doesn’t affect me in any way.

And if you’re genes are against you and you’re permanently wheelchair bound that doesn’t mean you’re a mother fucking fattie.

When people don’t get the clue. For example when you cut someone out of your life, but they don’t fuck off.

Some of us don’t have any control over our weight.

I’m not saying one is superior to the other. If my reply came off that way, that was not my intent. I’ve read a lot of of nonfiction as well. I recently got one that I’ve been looking forward to for a while. Self help books can be great if you have the self discipline to stick to the lessons in it. One of the best I ever read was Shut Up, Stop Whining, And Get A Life. I don’t remember the name of the author, but I do remember him being called the “pitbull of self help gurus” or something along those lines. I also enjoy reading a lot of of philosophy, and historical accounts of different things.

These days, never. I used to be purely nocturnal. Now I fight to keep a diurnal schedule. But the MD wears me out so bad that I’m in bed by 7:00PM or 8:00PM at the latest. I typically sleep until anywhere from 5:00AM to 7:00AM.

Getting in my van and going for a drive. That is when the piece of junk is running.

Does homeless count?

My shower stall in my master bathroom. That bathroom is unbelievable. It also has a jetted tub. It’s just the best.

I like fiction. I’m not exactly sure why. They’re probably in the same boat as gaming, in that it’s an escape to another world. Also the books and stories that I write are always fiction. I do have a couple things milling about in my head (had to do something with all that empty space) that are nonfiction. But I’m nowhere near starting on them.

It’s not politically correct to focus on them because they are/were rich white men. Also Adolf abused his position to block a lot of the investigations into Epstein, even after the sick fuck did the world a favor and killed himself. Weinstein has some of the most powerful lawyers money can buy, so that’s what has kept him out of the documentary crosshairs.

If there was no pain, my mental state would probably collapse and leave me as a babbling mess. I would most likely have to be institutionalized from experiencing a world without pain. I have no mental way to interpret something like that, so my mind would switch off permanently.

I heard one kid say two things that made me want to slap him. He was so entitled that he said, as if it was a proven fact, that anyone who plays a system other than Playstation was stupid and should either be shot or forcibly sterilized. He then said that anyone who didn't upgrade and drop the previous system the day of launch for the new one was a "complete fucking retard". I wish I'd had a baseball bat with me. The little bastard had to have been around 20 or so. So you would think he would have a brain cell or two. His parents are obviously both karens.

Tell that to The Zodiac.

The copperhead was coiled up and ready to strike. He didn't attack and I was sure to move slowly so I didn't startle it into an attack. As for the rat, I think I've posted it before, but I'll post it again. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Around 20 years ago, I was homeless. I spent 3 years on the street with nowhere to go. I lived in an old abandoned feed mill. My egg donor (aka mother) and female DNA match (aka sister) only lived a few blocks from me, but neither would take me in. During that time I was alone. Virtually. Where I was staying there was an old pile of sawdust and grain. It was about 6 feet high and probably about 12 feet wide. There was a colony of rats living in it. I would say close to 100 there. I knew that they would tear me up if I tried to dominate them, but I also knew they would do the same if I submitted to them too much. The patriarch of the colony defended his colony fiercely at first. I never attacked, but I didn't back down either. Eventually we grew to trust each other. After that we became friends. I named him Star, because he was black with a white star on his belly. Over time I gained the confidence of the whole colony. My home at the time was a sleeping bag and a duffle bag that had clothes in it for a pillow. I would often wake up with rats sleeping either on top of me, or even in the sleeping bag with me. There was once I woke up to a female giving birth on my sleeping bag. While I was living there it was hard to find food at first. Normally I would end up stealing what I could from grocery stores. Not a good idea, I know, but when you're starving you don't have many options. Then I got to thinking. When I was 16 I worked at Pizza Hut. I remembered that at the end of the night, we always threw a ton of pizza in the trash. Stuff that people who dined in didn't finish, or pizza that just never got picked up. So I started dumpster diving there. It was a gold mine. I never had to steal food again. A lot of it was water logged due to throwing cups of ice and stuff in the trash. I always passed on that. But the dry stuff I took with me. I got burnt out on pizza REAL quick, but hey I had to eat. It also gave the rats a better meal too. Granted rats are scavengers, and will even resort to cannibalism if they have to, but we had some good meals together. Water was never hard to come by. Every building has an outdoor water spigot, and a couple 2 liter bottles kept me hydrated. Granted I wouldn't have minded a soda once in a while, but that just wasn't in the cards at the time. So I found a steady supply of food and water. Over the years my spirits got lower and lower. I had less and less will to go on. Star was always there to keep me going, but he didn't have magical powers to make everything ok. He always followed me around like a puppy. When I would leave the mill, I would either put him on my shoulder and take him with me, or he would sit there at the door waiting for me looking so sad that I was gone. And when I got back he would go absolutely nuts. He was so sweet. But one day, I decided that I was done. I couldn't live like that anymore. I decided it was time to die. So I climbed up the stairs to the top floor which was about 5 stories up. There was an old window there that was busted out. I looked out of it and decided that a head first dive would do the trick. I started to climb up into the window when I felt this small tug on my pants leg. I turned around thinking I was caught on something. I was caught sure enough, but not how I was thinking. It was Star. He had followed me up the stairs. I tried to move him away so he didn't go with me. I started climbing up again, and again I felt that tug. He had me again. Somehow he knew what I was going to do, and he was determined to stop me. His heart was bigger than any I had ever encountered. He was the first one that loved me unconditionally. He fought me to stop me from killing myself. I couldn't believe it. A wild rat loved me that much. I sat down with him and he climbed up on my shoulder. I started crying. If he loved me that much, there was no way I could do that to him. From then on everywhere I went, he went. Not just because I wanted him with me, but because he wouldn't let me out of his sight. Even if I just stepped around the door to pee, he was right there with me. I'm crying right now as I'm writing this. If it wasn't for Star I wouldn't be here right now. To this day, no breathing creature holds as much of a place in my heart as a rat. I have a few little guys and girls here with me. I have an emotional need for them. It's all in thanks to Star. I wish rats lived longer or were immortal so I could have him here with me. But unfortunately he's gone. And I'm the only one that even knew he existed. Maybe, if I'm lucky enough, I'll see him again. On the other side. I just hope he's patient, because while I'm eager to see him again, I'm not eager enough to go for a permanent visit. At least not right now.

"Twerking" and "proper" are two words that should never be in the same sentence unless someone is deciding on the proper punishment for twerking.

That's actually not entirely true. Granted you would need something the size of a small planet to make the moon blow apart, but in both asteroid belts there are more than enough asteroids that are large enough to more or less destroy the moon. They both also have some that are so massive they're in the category of planetoids. And this is the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter that I'm talking about. The Kuiper belt, which is the one outside Neptune's orbit, contains asteroids almost the size of Pluto. The belt is massive. If one rogue asteroid was to cross paths with them, ad had enough gravitational force, or enough impact force, we could be looking at a situation similar to the movie Armageddon. And even if the earth wasn't hit, but the moon was, it could still mean the end of life here. The moon has more of an impact on the earth than most will ever know. One small example is the tide. That's all under the control of the moon. Without her, we're all screwed. Ceres is an asteroid in the main belt between Mars and Jupiter and comprises about ¼ of the mass of the entire belt. It's the only object in the belt large enough to be rounded by it's own gravity and is actually dwarf planet. The only one inside Neptune's orbit.

That's what I mean by dying. Trees lose their leaves and appear dead. Animals disappear into hibernation. People start staying in more than going out. The world appears to have died.

To alter a common 90's sentiment: YOU GO HORSE!!!!