Archive for January, 2008

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the moon be all red and stuff

January 24, 2008

You know how when you’re going through something it seems like there’s all this shit going on but then when you look back it seems like nothing happened? I was trying to explain this stuff to my girlfriend yesterday when it hit me that I’m living in one of her stupid soap operas. You know how you could go a month without watching the damn thing and then turn it on to see the exact same people doing the exact same shit? Yep. That’s my life.

Well not so much last night, but for the past few weeks it’s just been red moon red moon red moon ohmahgahd did you see the red moon.

NO I DID NOT FUCKING SEE THE RED MOON I TOLD YOU THIS YESTERDAY!

I don’t know why we’ve been so obsessed with it. It was strange for sure, but I dunno if it was strange enough for two fucking weeks of non-stop talk about it. I think it’s because nobody wants to think about all of the other things happening. I mean who wants to talk about the very real and very scary stuff when they can talk about a glowing red moon.

So, yeah, the moon went and glowed red. I missed it, but a bunch of others were around when it happened. Reports are that it lasted anywhere from a half a second to a minute. Some say it was hours. We don’t listen to them. They’re smoking some good shit or something. What’s even freakier, to me, is that they say the air cleared when it happened. Even people in the heart of the city could see it. Like all the smoke and everything just went away and you could see the sky perfectly and moon turned red for a second and then everything went back to normal.

Nobody knows what to make of it but everyone’s got a theory or ten. Consensus seems to be falling in around it being some sort of vision by the always kickass Saint Feline. Why and how everyone got to see it is still up for debate though. As is whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. The fact that it looked so fucking awesome leads people to say it’s a good thing. The fact that everything in the nightmare is a fucking nightmare leads people to say that it’s a bad one. Plus a red moon isn’t really a good omen, I don’t think. I’m not really up on my omens. Personally, I don’t know what it means for stuff in the future and I doubt that we’ll ever know until we get to the future. And as much as all the damn repetitive talk drives me absolutely fucking insane, it has been a nice distraction.

At least it was until last night when suddenly whatever the fuck is going on with Mountain Boy seemed to take center stage. Maybe someone here can explain wtf this is all about cause we ain’t got a clue. I pretty sure he got the message, but I’m not too sure about that. He wasn’t around when I was, so I don’t really know. That only added to all the bs that was going about last night cause none of us knew that he was even looking for a job.

Not that everything on the other side is all theory and gossip. Saint Feline is most definitely pulling herself together. Shit man, the chick is just on. Well, she will be. She’s more getting there. We still freak her out a bit but only because stalk stalk stalk but who would be freaked out about that. I mean damn we’re worse than a bunch of horny geeks at a trade show snapping pictures of the titties hanging out at the booth. But she’s holding it together and bringing us together. If I were a bit more polite about the whole thing I’d say I was really fucking proud of her. She knows that something is happening and it’s time to bring us together so that’s what she’s doing. I kinda wish I’d been doing the same thing in the only way I really can, which is getting the word out to people with these blogs. I even got a chance to talk to her about the sites and didn’t make an ass out of myself. I brought up a couple ideas for her site too. Would be cool if she pulled it off. We’ll see.

So there’s about a month in a few paragraphs. It’s probably a confused mess, but I tried. I almost made it by noon, too. I fucking rock.

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Hitting snooze

January 24, 2008

Here’s a little known fact about sploit… the dude is a selfish bastard that puts his desires above pretty much everything else. The kid has no self-control or maybe too much of it. Like sleep. He loves fucking sleeping. If it weren’t for that damn alarm clock going off every 9 minutes like fucking clockwork, the kid would sleep all damn day. Unless of course he’s all freaked out about the damn nightmares, then he wants nothing to do with sleep and will force himself to stay up for like 5 days straight which is just a really fucking stupid thing to do because you start hallucinating and shit, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want to sleep so he won’t.

So why is he telling you this in the third person like some sort of freak? Because the kid needs help. He wants to play games or hit the streets or some shit and the last thing he wants to do is write some damn blog entry about how much he sucks at writing blog entries. He needs some sort of alarm nagging him every nine minutes to get off his ass and write something. Shit. Every nine minutes would suck but like once a week or something. If there’s been more than seven days without a post, I want you people to comment the shit out of the blog about how much I suck.

Bigger post coming sometime today. Swear. If it’s not here by noon (pst), start bitching. Let’s see who will win this battle. You or me.