Jesse Hajicek

Anyone who's been following 'Summerlands': I'm posting it in riverside_hq from now on.

Index post: http://gomichan.livejournal.com/185409.html

Latest post: http://community.livejournal.com/riverside_hq/132774.html

Thanks for reading. ^_^

AND WE ARE NOT ALL VIOLENT ALCOHOLICS.
IT'S JUST ME.
I SWEAR.

Allcu for the win.

Oh, and the post he was responding to the posting of (/grammarsoup):

Only Chinese Canadians are allowed to dress up like ninjas! Cultural exchange is bad, yo. Because some people don't fully understand the cultures they enjoy. Liking sushi without taking a degree in Asian Studies (Asian, not Japanese, because certain Chinese Canadians want to be included) is a form of racism.

Uh-huh. All the obvious things about leprechauns and Nanjing have already been said, so I'll just leave it at that.

You know, once upon a time, some friends and I had a thing called the Mutt Club. We met weekly at the New Horizons restaurant in Minneapolis, which was ostensibly Chinese but had things on the menu like hash browns and, I seem to recall, tacos, which made it the perfect venue. The original point of the Mutt Club was to form a group that could oppose racism without perpetrating it. We had observed that the only approaches we'd ever seen were, on one hand, the "My group is oppressed because white people are evil oppressors! Down with Whitey!" and, on the other, "I'm a proud member of the White Race, you mudbloods! Pheer my confederate flag!" (I am, of course, exaggerating for effect.)

We were probably drunk when we came to the realization that there is no such thing as a 'white race', nor, for the most part, any 'racially pure' individuals at all. Race is a continuum, not a binary. And that this meant we should get together at New Ho and eat eggs and shoot the shit until they kicked us out. I can say with certainty that I wasn't stoned, because I'm allergic; I can't speak for anyone else.

Anyway, we never really achieved anything but talk, and most of that was off topic. We engaged in no activism whatsoever. We weren't activist types. It seems to me that those who really excel at activism prefer to see things in terms of Good vs. Evil, Us vs. Them, which polarization was precisely the opposite of what we meant to demonstrate. But I still kinda wish we'd staged a march or something. We could've marched down Lake, holding steaming mugs of coffee and nonsensical signs, chattering merrily. Just to Lyndale and back. They'd have held our tab open that long.

Seebs got me Corel Painter 9!

Digital watercolor, yo.

I am in love with my tablet again. Thus the not answering people. Will get to that, really.

Here's the skinny on that 'email tax' panic that's been floating around. Clue courtesy of seebs.

Misinformation memes do us all a disservice by wasting our time and attention, sapping our emotional energy, and ultimately training us to be apathetic. If you ever feel a cause is important enough to spread the word about, be sure to include links to reputable, informed sources so people can check out the background on it themselves. And if you're going to be calling for some action, such as petitions, be sure that action is correctly targeted and effective. For instance, I've seen people urging their friends to petition AOL; AOL is a for-profit corporation, folks. Those don't respond to petitions. There is absolutely no point in petitioning them. Use some common sense.

World of Warcraft Numa Numa Dance Videos: Holy Shit, This Is A Genre.

Full 6-minute song. Shitty video quality, but I think it's cute how people made their pets and minions dance, and I like the idea that all these people were standing around the gates of Ironforge dancing their butts off while everyone running past was like: o_O

This one cuts off, but it's better timed than the other.

A little dull, since it's just one guy, but the best timed of all of them.

And, as a sorbet to clear the palate: Can't touch this. Ignore the sidebar caption about 'some clever player' -- all orcs dance like that. :D

And now that I've wasted two hours on this, it's time to write some porn.

Crap. How am I gonna write porn with the numa numa song stuck in my head?

If you're a WoW weenie, you may find this video pretty amusing. My favorite part was the retarded rap at the end. "Shut up, noob, this is my rap." "Sorry!"

As for man-lovin' in the woods being sort of a Night Elf thing... well, WoW doesn't have cowboys. Someone had to provide. Auberlane (hunter, lvl 50) says, "You're welcome."

After linking to one of Real Live Preacher's essays in my last post, I got to looking through his archives, and I found something even better. See, I love the man to bits when he's being vulnerable and sincere, but it's even better when he whips out the cowboy attitude and takes the haters down a peg.

I'm pasting the whole thing here so I can flag it for memories. In case it's not obvious, I did not write this. Gordon Atkinson, AKA Real Live Preacher, wrote it. With witness like this, I think the haters may not get to give Christianity a bad name for much longer.

( I am your worst nightmare, a Texas preacher who knows the good book better than you do. )

Real Live Preacher brings the beauty again.

This absolutely delights me. Article; video available, but it doesn't auto-play. I love funny pranks, but unfunny ones make me furious. It's unfunny if anyone is hurt or seriously scared, or if they truly believe for even one moment that something horrible has happened. This one is just plain funny. People were a little creeped out, but in a silly way. Congrats to these jokers for how well they coordinated it, too, that took some doing.

I was up until 6am banging on Metanoia script. I feel like I'm flying blind and I'll pay for it later in tangled plot threads I don't have the skill to terminate. But I can't wait any longer for my confidence to come back. It might not ever. I may be doomed to spend my life as a professional with the ego problems of a schoolgirl. The things that have been happening in my head don't make any sense, and I've analyzed them down to exactly what kind of no-sense they're making, and still can't change them. When you hit that kind of wall, you have to let it go. Just do the job anyway, no matter how hard it got nor how easy it used to be.

At least it's not as freaky cold as it was a couple days ago. When it's 25 below outside, it's about 50 in the attic. Brisk fall weather temperature. Brisk fall weather is lovely for taking walks in the sunshine; not so great for sitting in a chair typing. My back feels weird from having a heating pad on it so long, I think I cooked my kidneys. And I drank a LOT of tea. I'm actually sick to death of Earl Grey. I didn't think that was possible.

Video that made me do the wheezy laugh about 9 times.

Amusing 'review' of HP:HBP.

In other news: Why, oh why, did I make Kevin look so much like Star? Okay, I know why I did. But still... argh. Just a small argh with no exclamation point.

I just found the most hilarious thing: Seebs making faces at a friend's baby. I've never seen that pic before. It kinda made my day. :D

Blizzard's gay rights faux pas has been more than corrected. Frankly, I wasn't really outraged in the first place. Their policy was that your RL status isn't pertinent to your game life, be it race, religion, orientation, or what have you. They were just clumsy about dealing with it. The policy didn't hang together, honestly, and wouldn't unless they completely enforced roleplaying. Which, even as a heavy rper myself, I wouldn't like. It's nice to be able to get on General and go, "Is anyone else getting mad lag in Westfall, or is it me?" As long as people aren't asking me ASL in /say, I don't give a fuck.

You can tell it's the 21st century because instead of doing a happy score-for-our-side dance over the positive press for gay gamers, I'm just glad they finally made a guild recruiting channel. Slapping noobs for guildspam was losing its flavor.

Pain releases endorphins. This is well known. It's why people cut when they're depressed. Well, there are sub-reasons, like self-hatey that makes you want to wreck yourself, but basically it's for the endorphins.

I needed some endorphins BAD today. So you know what I did?

40 MINUTES ON THE TREADMILL, BITCHEZZZ.

Catch me choppin myself up with a razor, hah!! I am not bananas, I am not pie! Choppies are not for Jesses! Runnings and stompings are for Jesses!

Ow ow feets pain ow.

I need better shoes.

ETA: SPLODEY! autodidactic always links to the coolest videos.

Kastor is photogenic. Warning, he is nakedy! But I doubt anyone on my flist is afraid of a man with a towel over his nethers.

Kas is somewhat less hairy than that, and somewhat more defined, and if he had a handsome short beard like that it would last precisely a week before it either got unruly or he got irritated with it and shaved it off.

Nevertheless, when I saw this photograph, my brain filled with HOLYSHIT KAS!!! in happy green neon. So I had to share. May also have to use it as ref for a drawing, because the face is so very, very perfect.

Yeah, I have Kas on the brain lately. I've been rewriting book 3 from scratch. Slow going, because while I know my previous attempt went way wrong, I'm not confident my current approach is right either. May have to corner Seebs for a long plot-talking, possibly involving Italian food and beer.

Yep.