And when I get bored, Dangerous Things start to happen.

In this case, my boredom is being assuaged by what WORA refers to as a Prairie Game Invasion.

There is this game. It is terrible.

Usually terrible games are no big deal. There are, of course, far more terrible games than there are good games. My interest in this PARTICULAR terrible game is that it's set in a universe that I find particularly interesting. And there aren't enough games for this interesting universe out there (I think [she said modestly] there is only one decent one, and I run it).

The concept of the Prairie Game Invasion is you find a horrible game, and you app it and spend as much time as possible (or until you lose interest) trying to get away with absolutely as much totally over-the-top horseshit as you possibly can.

This particular terrible game requires song lyrics in the profile, and personality is "ten creative words."

SURELY SOMEONE WOULD LIKE TO INVADE WITH ME.

I have been watching this basically all day.

DON'T YOU GODDAMN JUDGE ME OKAY.

"Does anyone here have an appreciation for older games? I was just playing Chrono Trigger the other day. Classic gaming is classic.

Anyone still play N64/SNES/PSX/etc?"

DAMN YOU KIDS GET OFF MY LAWN

I thought long and hard about what I would give everyone this year. I have shared poetry and books and 1337 h4xx0r Theatre, so this year it came down to pr0n or music. I flipped a coin. Y'all get music. DON'T WORRY PR0N WILL BE NEXT YEAR.

I talked briefly a little while ago about how the piano is my favorite instrument, and how that colors all of the music I love. The other thing that colors the music I love is the music I was raised on, and I think it tells a lot about me as a person and how I am FUCKING CRAZY.

Why Cal Is Insane: this is the music that was in my life before I was old enough to make my own decisions. The music my parents listened to at home or in the cars (and we did a lot of driving), and what shaped my ideas of what good music even was.

( Spammy liner notes, for the interested )

But wait, there's more!

Why Cal Makes Bad Choices

You don't get liner notes for this one, though I can do them on request. "Why Cal Is Insane" explored the music that taught me what music was. This mix is the music that I gravitated to once I had the ability to make my own choices.

Listening to the other music told you WHY I was insane. This proves that I really actually am.

Merry Calmas, everyone!

After a crappy, frustrating night topping off a hectic, frustrating week, I need a little bit of a pick-me-up. One of my primary joys in life is music -- Meej and I refer to ourselves as musical magpies, because we both collect a little bit of everything.

Pev gives me a lot of shit about my faggy old-lady taste in music, but that's because he likes me and that's how he big-brothers his way into feeling better than me, and that's cool; for what it's worth, a lot of the reason why my tastes tend toward the faggy and old-lady is because my favorite instrument is the piano. Classical scales, pizzicato steel, heavy jazz or blues chords -- if it's a piano, I'm in love.

So, in order to share a little joy, I made a mix of some piano pieces I really love. I very carefully did not cheat and use any Jerry Lee Lewis or Little Richard or even break into any of the myriad 'Piano Collection' versions of soundtracks I have (be proud, this was hard). Some of these tracks are instrumental; some of them aren't in English; some are old and some are new. They all have piano lines that I love and can listen to over and over.

You don't have to like all of them or even one of them -- it's totally cool if you don't. I just wanted to share something that made me happy.

If you do like any of it, let me know? That will make me happy too. ♥

Cal's Piano Goodness Mix (81mb)

I'm still not paying for the fucking movie, but I feel a little better.

( I really meant for this to be just that link, but I kind of ended up going a little crazy. I'm sorry. PS: this is probably offensive to various certain old-skool nerds, but I'm pretty sure it's only because I'm jealous, honest. )

Therefore, I will be attempting Pr0ntober.

Caveats:
 1) I will probably slack off and not get shit done. However, y'all know I love my smut, and if there is anything that will get me to put pen to paper it is pr0n pr0n pr0n.
 2) I know very little about what The Kids Are Into These Days, but hey, if you want hilarity you can sure give me a prompt and a wikipedia link and I will play That Girl and write you shit that will probably make no sense. Awesome! Fun for all!
 3) If you ask me for something I do not like, I will make it <i>deliberately terrible</i>. Which could still be awesome!

The Mighty Caltan's 1337 h4xx0r Theatre proudly presents:

( h4rry p0tt3r & teh s0rc3r3rz $t0n3 )

So there is wank about SomethingAwful. Usally I scroll past these, because SA is blocked at work and I can't read the wank anyway.

But I was really, really bored this morning, so I decided to read this post.

And because of the expression of UTTER, ABJECT HORROR I am sure is still transfixed on my face, I am forced to share my reactions thereof. I originally emailed this to Ali, because the subject matter concerns us both, and, upon retrospect and Ali's comment that if she could hate this girl to death she totally would, I decided to make EVERYONE enjoy it.

Over in beexsam, a comm for those who think a boy can never love his Camaro too much,

It took me three tries to read this sentence. I assumed 'beexsam' was somebody's name. They call him Beex for short. I continued thinking that this was something about some guy named Beex who loved his Camaro until I got to the quote from the actual wank. What follows is my mental transcription; the lulz are best served if you picture me making a face as painted by Edvard Munch.

Ok, I admit I was NOT AMUSED at first because it just reinforced my impression that so many people are small-minded biggots, and I get that every day since I live in the bible-belt and don't want to deal with it online.

"Blah blah blah. Blah blah, won't LJ think of THE PORN, blah blah blah. Booooring. Christ, why can't you bitches be funny when you're crazy? Though 'biggots' is amazing."

HOWEVER, as so many pointed out, I am more leaning towards sending the writer of the article a pic of my tits to prove ALL FANGURL here dweeb,

"TITS OR GTFO bahahaaha I can't believe people really say that."

of course, a small minded idiot like that would probably get off on it. Sheesh. As a girl who likes cars, robots and guys,

"blah blah blah whatever, fangirl. I bet you can't even change your own oil."

what's wrong with liking Guy robots who turn into cars and have hot relations with more hot guys? SRSLY!!

"... wait, WHAT?"

On a different note, I am going to look up the porniest KITT/Michael Knight story I can find and post it for you guys for some MORE HOT GUY/CAR <3!! Now to just find that one-shot.

"WHAT? OMFG WHAT?

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..... .... ...

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oh god ... oh god O___O this is not a girl named Beex oh god oh god bee x sam oh god O_____O "

And that was how I spent my morning.

Since JournalFen uses an old version of S2, I can't copy over tiny adorable fox-writing-letter. :( :( :(