Well, after posting that friends filter,
This is amazing.
I had an idea. I decided to fool around with Friends Filters. I’ve added a lot of LJ friends from work lately, so without further ado…..
Tales of the Terminally Fucked Over
CoreComm/ATX Filter
Horoscope
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): I have several friends who are massage therapists, and they have each offered a similar testimony: They know their work is having the desired effect when drool spills from a client’s mouth and drips on the floor.
That is the exact level of serenity you need in abundance this week, Taurus. You may well be able to pull off high-intensity, white-hot, life-changing feats, but only if you also carve out luxurious dips into rhapsodic peace.
Damn. Maybe I should have been working harder on meditation. Heh.
[Carnival] Enemy: Doubt.
Lightning cracked and thunder boomed. Every time the thunder would boom, Ania swore she could hear screams, not blood curdling… more like… eh. Who can describe it? Ania couldn’t even tell if it was man or woman. Ania just knew that someone was having fun or getting hurt.
Another arc of lightning split the night’s sky, and Dragon bellowed at it amidst the sternum-vibrating bass of the thunder. He was purely himself, for the first time in his memory. There was no confusion, no buzzing of human thought, no conscience. Simple and pure, this was the way he had always desired to be.
So why did it hurt so much?
Bah, that didn’t matter. He had kept himself to the rides for the last couple of days, as everything outside of it smelled of machine-magic. Not here, not in his lair. The rides were primal and made of the earth. The roller coaster was the only exception, and Dragon hissed at it in disgust. That thing reminded him of what he had shed, like a too-tight skin.
He bared his sharp, pointed teeth at the thing and raised his war hammer high. Lightning crashed again, and he roared as a voice whispered to him in the thunder.
“I’m not so sure you exist.”
RIAA’s web site.
I’m attempting to send this to the RIAA:
Because of your horrible and childish behavior in the political and media arenas, I am forced to enact my rights as a consumer.
I am now personally boycotting any label or artist that is associated with the RIAA.
It is not your place to police consumers.
Unfortunately, they’re still being slashdotted after the DDOS over the weekend.
Dubious
I entirely missed the Drum and Bass party at the Temple last night. Sonofabitch.
I was cut off repeatedly this morning, and was almost killed by a semi that decided it needed to pull out into the road to park properly.
The marinated chicken was delicious. Tonight, I’m going to make stir fry again. That is, after my Kung Fu lesson. Well, I might as well put this crap in order…. so here’s my day:
-Work
-Second interview with Ingham County on lunch break
-More work
-Kung Fu lesson
-Cook dinner
-Pay bills
-Unpack books and videos
–Tales from the AfterNow
I think I dreamed about confrontation. Possibly conflict. I’m fairly sure that the resolution of that confrontation was dubious.
Tonight I’m going to cook the chicken I’ve been marinating for a day and a half.
Dangerous thoughts.
Last night, while I was trying to sleep, I couldn’t help but think, over and over, that people who make a change in their environment for what they see as the better are GOOD people, while those who do not are BAD people.
It follows, then, that those that DO work toward change are BETTER people than those who do not.
Those, then, that decide to not better their environment (themselves included) are not worth the time, effort, or consideration of those who do.
Thoughts?