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Buying gifts for your toys will definitely put you in the "off the deep end" category. And still. You see, I do love motorcycles. I got the Hardy Daytona and Cloud set for the motorcycle. Cloud was an amusing accessory. I do love Harleys, particularly the sleeker models, and there are too many Asian bikes to name that have that smooth body I so enjoy, but... for me, the quintessential motorcycle is the Indian. Classy, classic, with just a little bite and as much power as you want to give it. So... doesn't this just scream Dante and Nero trying to find a comfortable position? 1:6 scale bike fashion shots, yeah baby. Would it have been worth the $60 retail price? Oh hell no. While the box says "diecast", it's... 95% plastic. Beautiful plastic, but plastic. Picking one up will tell you this. Was it worth getting it below half price even with shipping included? Fuck yes. This is a gorgeous fucking bike even if I'm not big on the orange. I could always... change that. If I wanted to.
Normally I would say that I hate surprises. A lot. Even with the best of intentions. Some people can get away with it because they don't pull the "big/just for a reaction surprise" stuff, but the little, more personal surprises. Those are cool. Like the one I got today, which I'm pretty sure wasn't an intentional birthday gift... but it kind of doesn't matter. One of Zellie's friends handed out "Ninja Turtle green" rubber bracelets at her service. Now I have a couple of my own. It's just a nice little reminder that she's never really that far away.
So yes. Today is my birthday. This body has somehow managed to maintain itself (more or less, but often less) for 30 years. This mind... is the result of a fracture halfway through. If a soul exists, it is certainly a bit blackened. *grin* I've been interrupting people's "Happy Birthday!" with "Fuck, I'm Old!" So... what the hell.
Being true to yourself does come at a price. And I'm sure the price will become greater still, but it's worth everything. I'll watch the world around me burn before I'll deny my spark.
Desire doesn't lead to suffering. Focusing on what you think you desire but can't obtain leads to suffering.
I refuse to believe that love stops at death.
Don't be a dick.
It's better to live for something than to die for it.
Assuming we live long enough, we all become adults. Just don't ever grow up. Be an old punk; a curmudgeon with a heart of gold.
Share your fortune, always. I'm not talking about money. If you have things good... pass it along. In little pieces, if you have to. Be one of those invisible hands.
If you do it, do it for the right reasons.
And read some Joseph Campbell for fuck's sake--just don't stop at him.
Spend some time trying to "prove" the people you admire "wrong". It will give you a better appreciation for them.
Learn that your own world view is not "the right one" to, you know, the rest of the world. Nor should it be. Respect and be respected.
It's never silly if it sets your heart ablaze.
ARTICULATION is more valuable than a static figure. ...Just not money-wise, usually.
TAKE YOUR TOYS OUT OF THE BOX AND PLAY WITH THEM.
The crow said, "Don't look."
Once connected, hearts will remain connected. No matter what.
People deserve respect no matter who they are, no matter what they look like, no matter what job they do. --Until they directly disrespect you. Then rain down from above and make damn sure it stings enough to remain.
People who are cruel to animals are worth less than a shit stain. And ought to be treated with as much respect.
No matter what is broken, torn or shattered, you can rebuild. If you have the will, if you find one single shining reason, everything is not lost.
Cut the poison out of your life. That includes excuses.
If your princess continues to be in another fucking castle, maybe it's time to retire and let another hero deal with this bullshit.
You let yourself be a victim. And there is power in this victimization... but no good will come of it.
Asking the advice of others is good. Seeking is good. Taking time to weigh your decisions, very good. But ultimately you do need to make a decision. Don't shy away from that moment.
Write about something you don't know about. You will learn.
Just write. Write, write, write.
The difference between "amateur" and "professional" is usually just a matter of how much they make. Don't let that stand in your way.
Jim Henson. Enough said.
People who look at you and see you are the most valuable people in the world. You probably won't know it at the time. It takes a while to learn the difference. Hold onto those people and tell them you love them. Even if you can't use those words.
Maybe... it does only take one thought to change the world...
Break down little walls. Tiny ones. One at a time, little by little, and before you know it, the tower you've been trapped in will lay in ruins behind you. Take a piece with you. To remember.
There is a pain so bright, so deep, so fucking vicious, that you can taste it on the back of your tongue. It remains. It doesn't ever go away. But you can use this pain. You can conquer this pain and make it work for you.
It's important to be there, in the end. Even when it hurts. It's your duty to guide them Home.
All does not end in heartbreak.
Moments of Recognition are the greatest thing in the world. I can't explain it really, but... sometimes you come across a stranger and there is something there. It's a glance, a feeling; there is something shared, even if you don't know them. You may never see one another again, but that's okay. You don't need to.
You can't wait. You can't wait.
You have no power over me.
The person who forces you to choose is more often than not the wrong choice.
If somebody asks if you're a god, say yes.
Invent verbs.
Punk. Is not. A style. Of clothes.
Anything telling me that animals don't have souls is automatically not worth listening to.
People who do deliberate harm and get off on it are the lowest forms of life. Particularly when they make elaborate excuses for it.
Those who play to the lowest common denominator will never get my money.
Square-Enix, now they will always get my money.
Shut the fuck up, Shion.
I want, and I want, and I want, and I will always be hungry.
Beware anyone telling you how you "ought" to do things.
At the same time, learn traditional methods. It's easier to completely screw them up that way.
Don't waste your time trying to prove yourself to anyone other than yourself.
We're all coming back here alive.
You're never alone. No matter how much people tell you, or how much you convince yourself, you are never alone.
Remember what you leave behind. Preferably before you do so.
And don't ever leave that behind. Ever.
Some days, you're just going to feel like shit. That's okay. Those are The Rest of the World Can Fuck Off, I'm Playing Video Games days. Revel in them.
It's okay to be sad. And it's okay to mourn. It's better to transform that sadness into something creative. I can say with certainty that whatever, whoever, you may be mourning, would not want you to be broken by it--at least not if they're worth your emotion.
Some of us just aren't cut out to be with other people that way.
Fuck the village, save the dog.
Warm chocolate chip cookies. Mmmm.
You're worth more than they're willing to offer. Don't be afraid to say this.
Thinking of you, wherever you are.
A song, a picture, something that resonates so deeply that it makes you recognize yourself. A mirror held up to you that no one else can see, something that takes the Truth and shows it to you and will not let you simply glance away. That's the best fucking thing in the world.
I can't promise that there's another 30 years in me. I can't promise tomorrow. I will eventually forget yesterday. I can thank all of my friends and chosen family for sharing my life. Despite the horrors and pain it inflicts, I can still thank the universe for the joy that goes along with it. There is something terrifying and euphoric about driving through the red rock outside of Prescott, Arizona, with U2 playing on the stereo; something that resonates, reminds one of the sleeping giants in one's dreams, makes one wonder what happens when they awaken. The fear-awe-unease of something greater than you, that you're not meant to touch, not meant to see, and yet sometimes it looks at you, at only you, wants to see if you'll look away.
Don't look away.
And now I think I need to yell at this controller a little more as I curse my way through Super Mario World. Thank you notes and responses to come... later.
Normally I would say that I hate surprises. A lot. Even with the best of intentions. Some people can get away with it because they don't pull the "big/just for a reaction surprise" stuff, but the little, more personal surprises. Those are cool. Like the one I got today, which I'm pretty sure wasn't an intentional birthday gift... but it kind of doesn't matter. One of Zellie's friends handed out "Ninja Turtle green" rubber bracelets at her service. Now I have a couple of my own. It's just a nice little reminder that she's never really that far away.
So yes. Today is my birthday. This body has somehow managed to maintain itself (more or less, but often less) for 30 years. This mind... is the result of a fracture halfway through. If a soul exists, it is certainly a bit blackened. *grin* I've been interrupting people's "Happy Birthday!" with "Fuck, I'm Old!" So... what the hell.
Being true to yourself does come at a price. And I'm sure the price will become greater still, but it's worth everything. I'll watch the world around me burn before I'll deny my spark.
Desire doesn't lead to suffering. Focusing on what you think you desire but can't obtain leads to suffering.
I refuse to believe that love stops at death.
Don't be a dick.
It's better to live for something than to die for it.
Assuming we live long enough, we all become adults. Just don't ever grow up. Be an old punk; a curmudgeon with a heart of gold.
Share your fortune, always. I'm not talking about money. If you have things good... pass it along. In little pieces, if you have to. Be one of those invisible hands.
If you do it, do it for the right reasons.
And read some Joseph Campbell for fuck's sake--just don't stop at him.
Spend some time trying to "prove" the people you admire "wrong". It will give you a better appreciation for them.
Learn that your own world view is not "the right one" to, you know, the rest of the world. Nor should it be. Respect and be respected.
It's never silly if it sets your heart ablaze.
ARTICULATION is more valuable than a static figure. ...Just not money-wise, usually.
TAKE YOUR TOYS OUT OF THE BOX AND PLAY WITH THEM.
The crow said, "Don't look."
Once connected, hearts will remain connected. No matter what.
People deserve respect no matter who they are, no matter what they look like, no matter what job they do. --Until they directly disrespect you. Then rain down from above and make damn sure it stings enough to remain.
People who are cruel to animals are worth less than a shit stain. And ought to be treated with as much respect.
No matter what is broken, torn or shattered, you can rebuild. If you have the will, if you find one single shining reason, everything is not lost.
Cut the poison out of your life. That includes excuses.
If your princess continues to be in another fucking castle, maybe it's time to retire and let another hero deal with this bullshit.
You let yourself be a victim. And there is power in this victimization... but no good will come of it.
Asking the advice of others is good. Seeking is good. Taking time to weigh your decisions, very good. But ultimately you do need to make a decision. Don't shy away from that moment.
Write about something you don't know about. You will learn.
Just write. Write, write, write.
The difference between "amateur" and "professional" is usually just a matter of how much they make. Don't let that stand in your way.
Jim Henson. Enough said.
People who look at you and see you are the most valuable people in the world. You probably won't know it at the time. It takes a while to learn the difference. Hold onto those people and tell them you love them. Even if you can't use those words.
Maybe... it does only take one thought to change the world...
Break down little walls. Tiny ones. One at a time, little by little, and before you know it, the tower you've been trapped in will lay in ruins behind you. Take a piece with you. To remember.
There is a pain so bright, so deep, so fucking vicious, that you can taste it on the back of your tongue. It remains. It doesn't ever go away. But you can use this pain. You can conquer this pain and make it work for you.
It's important to be there, in the end. Even when it hurts. It's your duty to guide them Home.
All does not end in heartbreak.
Moments of Recognition are the greatest thing in the world. I can't explain it really, but... sometimes you come across a stranger and there is something there. It's a glance, a feeling; there is something shared, even if you don't know them. You may never see one another again, but that's okay. You don't need to.
You can't wait. You can't wait.
You have no power over me.
The person who forces you to choose is more often than not the wrong choice.
If somebody asks if you're a god, say yes.
Invent verbs.
Punk. Is not. A style. Of clothes.
Anything telling me that animals don't have souls is automatically not worth listening to.
People who do deliberate harm and get off on it are the lowest forms of life. Particularly when they make elaborate excuses for it.
Those who play to the lowest common denominator will never get my money.
Square-Enix, now they will always get my money.
Shut the fuck up, Shion.
I want, and I want, and I want, and I will always be hungry.
Beware anyone telling you how you "ought" to do things.
At the same time, learn traditional methods. It's easier to completely screw them up that way.
Don't waste your time trying to prove yourself to anyone other than yourself.
We're all coming back here alive.
You're never alone. No matter how much people tell you, or how much you convince yourself, you are never alone.
Remember what you leave behind. Preferably before you do so.
And don't ever leave that behind. Ever.
Some days, you're just going to feel like shit. That's okay. Those are The Rest of the World Can Fuck Off, I'm Playing Video Games days. Revel in them.
It's okay to be sad. And it's okay to mourn. It's better to transform that sadness into something creative. I can say with certainty that whatever, whoever, you may be mourning, would not want you to be broken by it--at least not if they're worth your emotion.
Some of us just aren't cut out to be with other people that way.
Fuck the village, save the dog.
Warm chocolate chip cookies. Mmmm.
You're worth more than they're willing to offer. Don't be afraid to say this.
Thinking of you, wherever you are.
A song, a picture, something that resonates so deeply that it makes you recognize yourself. A mirror held up to you that no one else can see, something that takes the Truth and shows it to you and will not let you simply glance away. That's the best fucking thing in the world.
I can't promise that there's another 30 years in me. I can't promise tomorrow. I will eventually forget yesterday. I can thank all of my friends and chosen family for sharing my life. Despite the horrors and pain it inflicts, I can still thank the universe for the joy that goes along with it. There is something terrifying and euphoric about driving through the red rock outside of Prescott, Arizona, with U2 playing on the stereo; something that resonates, reminds one of the sleeping giants in one's dreams, makes one wonder what happens when they awaken. The fear-awe-unease of something greater than you, that you're not meant to touch, not meant to see, and yet sometimes it looks at you, at only you, wants to see if you'll look away.
Don't look away.
And now I think I need to yell at this controller a little more as I curse my way through Super Mario World. Thank you notes and responses to come... later.