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Sat, Nov. 25th, 2006, 10:40 pm
Goodbye my friend it's hard to die...

I'm going to murder this LiveJournal sooner or later, in the interest of leaving as few traceable accounts of my past as possible.

My new blog (which is just writing experiments as I try to figure out voice and phrasing for the novels I'm working on) is at http://kalisphoenix.bloggoing.com/

If you are on Facebook, as mentioned in another post, it's considerably easier to keep track of when I write.

I apologize to everyone on my friend's list for being extremely scarce the past couple years. Most people I've barely communicated with in months and months. It's not that I've stopped being a withdrawn, emo-in-spirit, pale, wan, maybe-jacking-off-a-bit-too-much kinda guy -- I'm still writing, more than ever in fact, but it's almost all planning and stylistic exercises as opposed to more-or-less coherent narratives.

I'm taking 23 credit hours this semester at the University of Akron, so I'll be kind of scarce the next two weeks, as I complete essays and presentations and final exams...

...but starting in mid-December, I'm going to be writing every day. Sara and I made a deal (much like Dostoevsky and Wife, Piers Anthony and Wife, et al.) concerning our fiscal and labor arrangements -- how much I write, how much I work as a wage slave -- and of course it depends largely on the level of responsibility I will be able to sustain for the next eighteen months or so.

So be hard on me when I slack, be proud of me when I excel, and be unforgiving when I slip. You all have always been very good at that.

Anyway: I am here, friendly, and open-minded if any of y'all want to reestablish some sort of contact. If not, then take care of yourselves :)

This journal will self-destruct on New Year's Eve.

Thu, Nov. 23rd, 2006, 05:07 am
My Facebook.

Yeah, people finally @#$%ing got me on there.

Oh well. At least it's not Myspace.

http://uakron.facebook.com/profile.php?id=39118222

Sat, Mar. 11th, 2006, 04:32 pm
Just updating to FUCK WITH YOU!

Actually, I'm posting because Phil isn't online and LJ keeps fucking with me when I try to comment on his journal.

Hey, Phil:
The crab -- I posted on my forums that it looks like a naked David Lee Roth laying on his side and wearing chaps made from his ex-wigs. You should IM me. I have an idea for a project that might be kinda cool, or it might be completely lame and useless and exhausting. A source code wiki, basically. Maybe throwing some XML in. Might be invaluable for code sharing, since it could conceivably be like a central CVS. Probably impractical for about sixty different reasons.

Other ppl:
OMG LOL WTF FBI. It's been a while. What's new? I'm still married. Still writing. Still tinkering with computers. Still broke. Moving to the Akron area the first week of May. Moving to Oregon in August of 2007, hopefully. Gonna start kicking out puppies in 2010. Between 2007 and 2010, Sara and I are going to take a road trip to the Baja California, to Mexico and Honduras and El Salvador, to South America down the west coast, to the southernmost tip of South America, and then come up the east coast. We're taking the trip with Jason "Rat" Bradley, Kevin "Mountain Man" Ernst, and possibly some other strange individuals from my Navy days. Good times.

Apple still pwnz j00.

Mon, Nov. 14th, 2005, 04:58 pm

kudra wanted to see some wedding pictures. This picture isn't from our wedding, but it adequately displays just how much weight I've gained recently.

Too big... friends will hate me...Collapse )

Mon, Nov. 14th, 2005, 11:29 am

I got married on Saturday.

Thu, Aug. 18th, 2005, 08:57 pm
New site :-/

Got a new site here (with a blog here). You can also see all of my music (and listen, and download) here. The username is defacto and the password is defacto. That should work.

(Hosted on a Apple Power Macintosh G3-1GHz with 320MB RAM running OS X Tiger and sitting under my desk)

Sat, Jun. 18th, 2005, 07:32 pm
Best Poem Ever

I am Spawn of Fuckstick; hear me roar --
and no one on Defacto cares anymore
about an ex-Jew behind a jailhouse door
with newspaper hats and a mushroom spore.

I bit into an apple and shat out the core
and called it a fuckstick and angrily roared
and no one on Defacto gets high anymore
with a sick ex-Jew beating down the door
with old cowboy hats and a mushroom spore.

A fish saw evil dead, was unmoved by the gore
And I sold an Apple still sweet to the core
Veeg called fish a fuckstick and angrily roared
that "No one appreciates Sam Raimi no more!"
And a bored ex-Jew stared at the hole in the door
waiting for puters and syringes of spores.

Flower's chemical innocence is intact no more
As the FBI swarms her and FOX films the gore,
and I shop for processors with a dual-core,
the sight of Opterons causing my eardrums to roar.
But alas, I can't afford fast machines no more --
And a broken ex-Jew floated off to sea on a door,
wondering when Fed Ex will deliver the spores.

I violated my fiancee last night on the floor
and our dog's food dish will hold food no more.
I sold my cameras and could not film the gore
when Sara fought back and shook me down deep in the core.
Sara saw Daisy wet the carpet and roared
and Daisy will not be roaming the house anymore --
And a Nihilist was startled by a knock at the door;
behind it was a DEA agent with a syringe of spores.

I don't think our families understand that we're poor
even though we eat, shit, and sleep on the floor
and Daisy will not dance and growl anymore.
But yay! I had a grocery bag to catch all the gore
We chopped and then stewed her with chewed apple cores.
"We'll pawn the carpet," Sara panted and roared,
But the pawn shop won't buy our carpet no more.
And the couple was unsurprised by a knock at the door;
'twas Jared and Janette with chili and some spores.

Even though a blowjob would settle the score,
I don't think it'd change the fact that we're poor.
Unless Sara and I filmed our sex on the floor,
but alas! I don't have a Hi8 camcorder anymore.
This is probably a good thing: imagine the gore
if I had electronics but we ate trashed apple cores!
Why Sara would gnash her teeth, and Daisy would roar
and I think my blood would likely litter the floor.
I hope Sara would be distracted by a knock at the door,
Renters demanding their rent and reporting the spores.

Though I love a good blowjob, I'm not much of a whore;
I prefer to be receiving when it's that kind of score,
and for fifteen or more minutes I don't feel that poor,
until Sara collapses, passed out on the floor.
I don't really have the urge to film it anymore,
since my belly is swollen with lard, flab, and gore.
I should be bulimic until I am naught but a core.
Then Sara could be heard for miles 'round to roar
scattering carcasses of promiscuous sluts on the floor
As the big-titted women line up at the door,
jousting for position to swallow my spores.

Mon, Jun. 13th, 2005, 02:48 pm
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Venture Capital.

Getting married in November. Broke.

Selling everything I own.

Buying 90 Sun Ultra 10's with the support and venture capital of testing4l. Intend to sell for profit. Possibly get honeymoon.

*dances*

Mon, Nov. 8th, 2004, 11:31 pm
*dances*

Wassup, everybody?

*wanders off to seduce his girlfriend*

Wed, Sep. 15th, 2004, 02:34 am

Oh yeah. I'm engaged now :-)

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