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Agent Wraith
Head Shot!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Greetings!
I am Agent Wraith.
While I am quite capable of facing the difficult tasks that lay ahead, there is a chance that you may not.
After all, you are probably a pathetic little meat sack human, frail and vulnerable, incapable of rational thought or even individual original thought. Sure, you probably remember where you were on '9/11' and probably have it in your head exactly who it was responsible for it.
But you don't really know.
And your thoughts are possibly not entirely your own.
Humans.
With that out of the way, hoping to have incensed you enough to engage me, chew on this.
9/11 was perpetrated by....
What? Did you think I actually know?
Ha!
Truth is, no one really knows.
Oh, we have lots of 'theories', 'reports', 'facts' and 'lies'.
But, do we really know?
Nope.
Probably never will.
We could go over the 'evidence' or 'lack thereof' until we are all blue in the face, but it won't matter.
The tragedy has happened.
If you decide to call it a tragedy.
Depends on what side of the fence you sit, really.
I'm sure the terrorists who are supposedly responsible don't think, wait, dead.
Okay, the Terror Buddies™ (Now available @ Hot Topic!) probably don't think it was such a bad thing.
But, they also think blowing yourself up in the name of whatever is the easiest way into scores of virgin underwear.
(Note: The easiest way into scores of virgin underwear can be found @ ComicCon 2011)
I'm not bashing 9/11.
I'm also not trying to claim it didn't happen.
That's not for another hundred years or so, when the Islam Defense League criticizes the rogue country of Half-Assistan of perpetrating anti-Islamic sentiment and sues them in the High Court of (Benny) Hill.
Can you believe these humans?
Really? 9/11 didn't happen?
I guess next you're going to try (you know where I'm going already, don't you, you little bastard) tell me the Holocaust didn't happen either.
"..as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced."
I couldn't sit through Gigli either.
It also happened when 'Jersey Shore' entered another season.
Atrocities happen every day.
Terror.
Suffering.
Torture.
Death.
To ignore it, is to condone it.
Or at least give it nihilistic support.
Humans cause this bullshit.
Humans can stop it.
If they don't.. well, it only gets worse from here.
Look.
You may think I am a crack pot.
Or a cracked pot.
Or on crack and pot.
But really.. aw, who am i kidding?
I'm sick of this shite.
It's time to play the game.
I am Agent Wraith.
I'll say what I want, when I want, about what I want, about who I want, whenever and wherever I want.
If I choose to be silent.. it's because I choose it.
Unless you're the United States Federal Government.
Those bastards make people disappear faster than you can say:
Candle Ja
I am Agent Wraith.
While I am quite capable of facing the difficult tasks that lay ahead, there is a chance that you may not.
After all, you are probably a pathetic little meat sack human, frail and vulnerable, incapable of rational thought or even individual original thought. Sure, you probably remember where you were on '9/11' and probably have it in your head exactly who it was responsible for it.
But you don't really know.
And your thoughts are possibly not entirely your own.
Humans.
With that out of the way, hoping to have incensed you enough to engage me, chew on this.
9/11 was perpetrated by....
What? Did you think I actually know?
Ha!
Truth is, no one really knows.
Oh, we have lots of 'theories', 'reports', 'facts' and 'lies'.
But, do we really know?
Nope.
Probably never will.
We could go over the 'evidence' or 'lack thereof' until we are all blue in the face, but it won't matter.
The tragedy has happened.
If you decide to call it a tragedy.
Depends on what side of the fence you sit, really.
I'm sure the terrorists who are supposedly responsible don't think, wait, dead.
Okay, the Terror Buddies™ (Now available @ Hot Topic!) probably don't think it was such a bad thing.
But, they also think blowing yourself up in the name of whatever is the easiest way into scores of virgin underwear.
(Note: The easiest way into scores of virgin underwear can be found @ ComicCon 2011)
I'm not bashing 9/11.
I'm also not trying to claim it didn't happen.
That's not for another hundred years or so, when the Islam Defense League criticizes the rogue country of Half-Assistan of perpetrating anti-Islamic sentiment and sues them in the High Court of (Benny) Hill.
Can you believe these humans?
Really? 9/11 didn't happen?
I guess next you're going to try (you know where I'm going already, don't you, you little bastard) tell me the Holocaust didn't happen either.
"..as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced."
I couldn't sit through Gigli either.
It also happened when 'Jersey Shore' entered another season.
Atrocities happen every day.
Terror.
Suffering.
Torture.
Death.
To ignore it, is to condone it.
Or at least give it nihilistic support.
Humans cause this bullshit.
Humans can stop it.
If they don't.. well, it only gets worse from here.
Look.
You may think I am a crack pot.
Or a cracked pot.
Or on crack and pot.
But really.. aw, who am i kidding?
I'm sick of this shite.
It's time to play the game.
I am Agent Wraith.
I'll say what I want, when I want, about what I want, about who I want, whenever and wherever I want.
If I choose to be silent.. it's because I choose it.
Unless you're the United States Federal Government.
Those bastards make people disappear faster than you can say:
Candle Ja
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Asylum
I am Jack's floating paranoia.
There comes a time in every human's life when they take a moment to reflect.
This is one of those times. Not for me, for you.
I'm not 'human', remember?
Changes are happening in villainy.
Swift and sweeping changes.
Not like many pay that much attention to this little 'ghost', but there are changes going on in Los Sauces as well.
(Editor's Note: Yes, yes, yes. Class 1. But, there are times when I'm a little of all of them.. Haven't got to 5. Yet.)
My sanity wears thin (tissue paper) with all the drama, back-stabbing, trolling, paranoia, and general bullshit.
Oddly, none of it coming from me.
Yet.
First.
Tothian.
Rumors abound that he's incarcerated, locked in a mental hospital, and/or dead. At the bottom of this post is a BlogTalkRadio show with everyone's favorite nutbar and his nuttier bar sidekick.
I would never have heard of it if JCreeper hadn't made himself a blog.
Good on ya.
You can scroll down to listen to it; I can't make it through 10 minutes.
It doesn't sound like Tothian is 'put away'.
Second.
LARPers.
When i was younger, I admit, I tried the stuff.
The days before 'Emo', the nights before 'Team Whatever'.
It was lame then too.
I can't get into the Cosplay, or the 'furries', or 'Hentai'.. or Comic Conventions...
But, I do understand there are those out there who just LOOOOOOVE it.
To each, his own.
One man's nightmare is another man's 'ten tentacled rape victim'.
Sick bastards.
But, that's humans for you.
What seems to be missing from their perspective is a sense of responsibility.
Sure, it may seem fun to prance around in a mask or tights, willy-nilly as it is, crushing people's spirits and being a general jack-ass. But, there are consequences for your actions (even in the RP world).
You dance the dance with the devil, you have to give him his due.
And the Devil always leads.
He has 'Russian' hands and 'Roman' fingers too.
Grabby pervert.
Thirdly, trolls.
If you feed them, they will stick around.
'Nuff said.
Fourthly, Sovereign Citizens.
People who believe they are ABOVE the law.
60 minutes just did a small snippet on them.
A father and son, gunned down in a WalMart parking lot.
When you get pulled over for a traffic violation and your teenage son shoots and kills two police officers, it's bound to happen.
When I claim to be 'sovereign', it is NOT in this light.
No.
I am from a Sovereign Nation.
One of the First Peoples.
It's much different.
Mainly? Because we have laws. We understand them and consequences.
We deal with the United States Federal Government daily as well as Canada and Mexico.
International laws. Domestic and Local laws.
We are not above them.
Sure, you can stretch or bend them.
But if you break them, do not be stupid enough to claim:
"I didn't know any better."
Ignorance of the law is no excuse.
And that's usually what the judge will tell you for breaking it.
Right before he sentences you.
So, to sum up.
I'm calculating a retreat from RLSH business.
I'll be watching, as always, to call you out on your hypocrisy where needed.
But, I'll lay off the random bashing.
There's a lot of good out there.
And evil.
And then there's SwordKane.
Who would have guessed he would find Jesus?
There comes a time in every human's life when they take a moment to reflect.
This is one of those times. Not for me, for you.
I'm not 'human', remember?
Changes are happening in villainy.
Swift and sweeping changes.
Not like many pay that much attention to this little 'ghost', but there are changes going on in Los Sauces as well.
(Editor's Note: Yes, yes, yes. Class 1. But, there are times when I'm a little of all of them.. Haven't got to 5. Yet.)
My sanity wears thin (tissue paper) with all the drama, back-stabbing, trolling, paranoia, and general bullshit.
Oddly, none of it coming from me.
Yet.
First.
Tothian.
Rumors abound that he's incarcerated, locked in a mental hospital, and/or dead. At the bottom of this post is a BlogTalkRadio show with everyone's favorite nutbar and his nuttier bar sidekick.
I would never have heard of it if JCreeper hadn't made himself a blog.
Good on ya.
You can scroll down to listen to it; I can't make it through 10 minutes.
It doesn't sound like Tothian is 'put away'.
Second.
LARPers.
When i was younger, I admit, I tried the stuff.
The days before 'Emo', the nights before 'Team Whatever'.
It was lame then too.
I can't get into the Cosplay, or the 'furries', or 'Hentai'.. or Comic Conventions...
But, I do understand there are those out there who just LOOOOOOVE it.
To each, his own.
One man's nightmare is another man's 'ten tentacled rape victim'.
Sick bastards.
But, that's humans for you.
What seems to be missing from their perspective is a sense of responsibility.
Sure, it may seem fun to prance around in a mask or tights, willy-nilly as it is, crushing people's spirits and being a general jack-ass. But, there are consequences for your actions (even in the RP world).
You dance the dance with the devil, you have to give him his due.
And the Devil always leads.
He has 'Russian' hands and 'Roman' fingers too.
Grabby pervert.
Thirdly, trolls.
If you feed them, they will stick around.
'Nuff said.
Fourthly, Sovereign Citizens.
People who believe they are ABOVE the law.
60 minutes just did a small snippet on them.
A father and son, gunned down in a WalMart parking lot.
When you get pulled over for a traffic violation and your teenage son shoots and kills two police officers, it's bound to happen.
When I claim to be 'sovereign', it is NOT in this light.
No.
I am from a Sovereign Nation.
One of the First Peoples.
It's much different.
Mainly? Because we have laws. We understand them and consequences.
We deal with the United States Federal Government daily as well as Canada and Mexico.
International laws. Domestic and Local laws.
We are not above them.
Sure, you can stretch or bend them.
But if you break them, do not be stupid enough to claim:
"I didn't know any better."
Ignorance of the law is no excuse.
And that's usually what the judge will tell you for breaking it.
Right before he sentences you.
So, to sum up.
I'm calculating a retreat from RLSH business.
I'll be watching, as always, to call you out on your hypocrisy where needed.
But, I'll lay off the random bashing.
There's a lot of good out there.
And evil.
And then there's SwordKane.
Who would have guessed he would find Jesus?
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Floattracker.com
There is a rumor that certain jackals have sore paws.
This is understandable.
The gravity of this planet is a powerful thing.
Here's an experiment you can try at home!
All you need is a writing implement of some sort (basically anything you can scratch a mark with), something to measure on, a night's sleep...
Right before your sleep cycle (beddy-bye for heroes), measure your height.
Use a door frame or wall (tape measures work well) and mark it. <--Here's that writing implement (am I even using that word right?).
Go to sleep.
It's best if you have a full 8 hours (4 if your on one of those strange sleep-patterns that only folks who eat too many candy bars are on).
When you wake up, before you brush your teeth (or maw), measure yourself again.
Notice anything?
Darn that gravity.
Luckily, I don't worry about these things.
Typically, if my feet begin to chafe or callus, I drop the body for a new one.
But generally, I endure the pain.
It helps me feel ALIVE again.
This is how I feel about most of my existence.
Trials, tribulations, revelations.. in pain.
It's sick.
Sadistic in parts.
But, I almost crave it.
Like without the pain, I feel... heh, dead.
A walking challenge suits me.
I enjoy the suffering.
I have several Henchmen with CALVES OF STEEL now.
I don't think it's cheating if I'm the one actually walking while the pedometer ticks away.
It would be cheating if I gave everyone a pedometer and just added them together.
Villains don't cheat at challenges do they?
Oh, wait, right.
Villains.
Eeeeeeevil.
Actually, cheating at this not only cheats the two competitors I have yet to legally (technically) face.. but also myself.
I'm proving something to myself with this challenge.
It matters little if I am actually participating in their 'war'.
It is my satisfaction I am most concerned with.
Although, stomping the hell out of the dailies would just be awesome.
I don't begin tracking until I am well on my way through the day, usually after the morning train.
And I stop tracking long before my day is done.
I'm sure I could snag a few thousand steps during this time; I am walking.
But, I don't feel it's necessary to track my entire day.
Is that wrong?
Should I be calculating everything?
I had 50 from jumping in excitement the first day.
There was 12 when a Henchmen startled me in the bathroom.
And I'm sure there was at least 100 or so miscellaneous jostlings just today.
I'm not going to count that.
That would just be silly.
Right?
And what about the time my 'feet' don't touch the ground?
When I don't have feet?
Or legs?
Anyways.
I'll be ready for the next challenge.
Whenever the jackals regenerate their feet.
Just for the record?
5/14/11
6am-3pm
19,800 something steps.
Two miles of floating.
o.O
This is understandable.
The gravity of this planet is a powerful thing.
Here's an experiment you can try at home!
All you need is a writing implement of some sort (basically anything you can scratch a mark with), something to measure on, a night's sleep...
Right before your sleep cycle (beddy-bye for heroes), measure your height.
Use a door frame or wall (tape measures work well) and mark it. <--Here's that writing implement (am I even using that word right?).
Go to sleep.
It's best if you have a full 8 hours (4 if your on one of those strange sleep-patterns that only folks who eat too many candy bars are on).
When you wake up, before you brush your teeth (or maw), measure yourself again.
Notice anything?
Darn that gravity.
Luckily, I don't worry about these things.
Typically, if my feet begin to chafe or callus, I drop the body for a new one.
But generally, I endure the pain.
It helps me feel ALIVE again.
This is how I feel about most of my existence.
Trials, tribulations, revelations.. in pain.
It's sick.
Sadistic in parts.
But, I almost crave it.
Like without the pain, I feel... heh, dead.
A walking challenge suits me.
I enjoy the suffering.
I have several Henchmen with CALVES OF STEEL now.
I don't think it's cheating if I'm the one actually walking while the pedometer ticks away.
It would be cheating if I gave everyone a pedometer and just added them together.
Villains don't cheat at challenges do they?
Oh, wait, right.
Villains.
Eeeeeeevil.
Actually, cheating at this not only cheats the two competitors I have yet to legally (technically) face.. but also myself.
I'm proving something to myself with this challenge.
It matters little if I am actually participating in their 'war'.
It is my satisfaction I am most concerned with.
Although, stomping the hell out of the dailies would just be awesome.
I don't begin tracking until I am well on my way through the day, usually after the morning train.
And I stop tracking long before my day is done.
I'm sure I could snag a few thousand steps during this time; I am walking.
But, I don't feel it's necessary to track my entire day.
Is that wrong?
Should I be calculating everything?
I had 50 from jumping in excitement the first day.
There was 12 when a Henchmen startled me in the bathroom.
And I'm sure there was at least 100 or so miscellaneous jostlings just today.
I'm not going to count that.
That would just be silly.
Right?
And what about the time my 'feet' don't touch the ground?
When I don't have feet?
Or legs?
Anyways.
I'll be ready for the next challenge.
Whenever the jackals regenerate their feet.
Just for the record?
5/14/11
6am-3pm
19,800 something steps.
Two miles of floating.
o.O
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
(More) Walking in (and out of) Shadows
So, there seems to be a theme appearing lately..
Villains.. in shape.
Let me clarify before I get too far along (somewhere in the middle I completely lose you):
Villains come in all sorts of shapes.
Each has their own villainous shape.
Some are round (or doughy) and some are thin (or in need of a cheeseburger). There are many shapes and sizes to villainy. Something I thought didn't need improvement upon.
I forgot the adage: "There's always room for improvement."
Unless you find yourself on the Mr. CrowKnife/PlusInferno side of things, then there's not much room left.
"In your pants!"
(I have to stop watching Craig Ferguson or I swear an alligator from New Orleans is gonna show up to give my monologue.)
Health is an important issue to villainy (apparently) and they are having no qualms about showing it.
I, myself, have a morbid gaiety; it's true. I joke about death and decay, rot and corruption, about all the creepy things and violent life-ending things that no one should joke about.
I can't help it.
It's a byproduct of my nature.
But this new trend of health-conscious villainy has me a bit worried.
'Challenges'? 'Walking'? Healthy and stronger villains?
My competition is getting more fierce.
Where once I would run a body into the ground, I find myself watching what I feed the host.
Where once I would slaughter bottles of rotgut, just to watch the life fade buzzily out of a Henchman's eyes as he clings to the broken mirror.. uh..
I find myself eager to join the fight.
Would cheating be encouraged?
What is to stop me from slapping a pedometer on a henchman and riding him until he drops, put it on another, and repeat until I'm back down to a slim 180.
I mean 180 Henchmen. Not pounds.
(Speaking of which, why the hell does everyone think I'm fat?!? Do I really appear obese? Maybe 'thick'? It's the suit. It has to be. I haven't been fat since the fourth grade and that was glandular. I swear.)
I have so many projects.
So many projects.
But.. I do walk.
A lot.
The Poke-walker idea isn't a bad idea at all.
I should invest in one.
It would make perfect sense too, since I've had a hero proclaim me a 'lame Pokemon villain'.
-I will address this later- (Which we all know means a video is brewing. I CHOOSE YOU, FRANKLIN!)
Overlord. Malignance.
I accept.
Your days are numbered.
I was '6 by sun up'... once.
I can do it again.
And now for something completely different:
My first "patrol".
-------
Last night, I was circling the storage shed.
The one near the eight-foot perimeter fence.
I was searching for my lighter, a real nice Zippo-one that 22 got me for my Death Anniversary a few years back.. anyways.
As I was knocking over trashcans and tossing pallets aside (that's how I look for stuff), I heard something very familiar.
The sounds of a scuffle.
Which turned into an all-out-brawl.
Then, suddenly stopped.
There's a residence about 30 meters from the fencing (I have no idea who lives there; so many come and go), where I could see lights on inside.
What disturbed me most was the abruptness of the silence.
Boom, boom, boom.... nothing.
I stood there for about a minute. Just listening.
Maybe they were dancing?
Someone stepped on a toe or sprained an ankle?
There is nothing like the dread of the unexpected or unknown.
A thousand thoughts rushed through my mind.
(I tend to dwell on negativity and morbidity, so I was thinking the WORST.)
Then.. it came to me.
WWPKD?
That's right.
What Would Poop Knife Do?
I had no idea.
lol
I barely know the guy.
But, I remembered his logs and leapt into action!
(If you haven't yet, go check out Evil Supreme Pizza! For all your deliciously evil cravings!)
I cautiously approached the residence (Franklin's secret passage = hole in fence) and knocked on the door.
When no one answered, I called the police.
I reported exactly what I had heard (try explaining why you were outside at 3 am and what you 'think' is going on without sounding ridiculous).
I guess that makes me a 'snitch', huh?
Hey, there could be dead people in there!
Maybe.
I guess I could have just 'phased' through the door and checked the place out..
But hey, I have manners.
Anyways.
In a few minutes (it's REALLY seedy here) the Po-Po showed up.
Turns out:
A man had decided that he wasn't going to let his girlfriend go out for her birthday. He told her by punching her in the face, dragging her to a small room, and trying to choke her to death.
She said the knocking made him pause.
Yay!
After I gave my statement (again), I returned to the compound and had a meeting with 22.
Not sure where to go from here.
My patrol logs suck.
I should leave it to professionals.
Villains.. in shape.
Let me clarify before I get too far along (somewhere in the middle I completely lose you):
Villains come in all sorts of shapes.
Each has their own villainous shape.
Some are round (or doughy) and some are thin (or in need of a cheeseburger). There are many shapes and sizes to villainy. Something I thought didn't need improvement upon.
I forgot the adage: "There's always room for improvement."
Unless you find yourself on the Mr. CrowKnife/PlusInferno side of things, then there's not much room left.
"In your pants!"
(I have to stop watching Craig Ferguson or I swear an alligator from New Orleans is gonna show up to give my monologue.)
Health is an important issue to villainy (apparently) and they are having no qualms about showing it.
I, myself, have a morbid gaiety; it's true. I joke about death and decay, rot and corruption, about all the creepy things and violent life-ending things that no one should joke about.
I can't help it.
It's a byproduct of my nature.
But this new trend of health-conscious villainy has me a bit worried.
'Challenges'? 'Walking'? Healthy and stronger villains?
My competition is getting more fierce.
Where once I would run a body into the ground, I find myself watching what I feed the host.
Where once I would slaughter bottles of rotgut, just to watch the life fade buzzily out of a Henchman's eyes as he clings to the broken mirror.. uh..
I find myself eager to join the fight.
Would cheating be encouraged?
What is to stop me from slapping a pedometer on a henchman and riding him until he drops, put it on another, and repeat until I'm back down to a slim 180.
I mean 180 Henchmen. Not pounds.
(Speaking of which, why the hell does everyone think I'm fat?!? Do I really appear obese? Maybe 'thick'? It's the suit. It has to be. I haven't been fat since the fourth grade and that was glandular. I swear.)
I have so many projects.
So many projects.
But.. I do walk.
A lot.
The Poke-walker idea isn't a bad idea at all.
I should invest in one.
It would make perfect sense too, since I've had a hero proclaim me a 'lame Pokemon villain'.
-I will address this later- (Which we all know means a video is brewing. I CHOOSE YOU, FRANKLIN!)
Overlord. Malignance.
I accept.
Your days are numbered.
I was '6 by sun up'... once.
I can do it again.
And now for something completely different:
My first "patrol".
-------
Last night, I was circling the storage shed.
The one near the eight-foot perimeter fence.
I was searching for my lighter, a real nice Zippo-one that 22 got me for my Death Anniversary a few years back.. anyways.
As I was knocking over trashcans and tossing pallets aside (that's how I look for stuff), I heard something very familiar.
The sounds of a scuffle.
Which turned into an all-out-brawl.
Then, suddenly stopped.
There's a residence about 30 meters from the fencing (I have no idea who lives there; so many come and go), where I could see lights on inside.
What disturbed me most was the abruptness of the silence.
Boom, boom, boom.... nothing.
I stood there for about a minute. Just listening.
Maybe they were dancing?
Someone stepped on a toe or sprained an ankle?
There is nothing like the dread of the unexpected or unknown.
A thousand thoughts rushed through my mind.
(I tend to dwell on negativity and morbidity, so I was thinking the WORST.)
Then.. it came to me.
WWPKD?
That's right.
What Would Poop Knife Do?
I had no idea.
lol
I barely know the guy.
But, I remembered his logs and leapt into action!
(If you haven't yet, go check out Evil Supreme Pizza! For all your deliciously evil cravings!)
I cautiously approached the residence (Franklin's secret passage = hole in fence) and knocked on the door.
When no one answered, I called the police.
I reported exactly what I had heard (try explaining why you were outside at 3 am and what you 'think' is going on without sounding ridiculous).
I guess that makes me a 'snitch', huh?
Hey, there could be dead people in there!
Maybe.
I guess I could have just 'phased' through the door and checked the place out..
But hey, I have manners.
Anyways.
In a few minutes (it's REALLY seedy here) the Po-Po showed up.
Turns out:
A man had decided that he wasn't going to let his girlfriend go out for her birthday. He told her by punching her in the face, dragging her to a small room, and trying to choke her to death.
She said the knocking made him pause.
Yay!
After I gave my statement (again), I returned to the compound and had a meeting with 22.
Not sure where to go from here.
My patrol logs suck.
I should leave it to professionals.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Hypocrite File #313 - CHANGE
Normally, I would not be wasting your time.
Okay, yeah, I would.
I do that.
I can type ad naseum(?).
Struggle through this, if you will.
Let me just preface this whole thing with this link; I don't mind waiting, I hope you survive:
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/treesong/change-an-urban-fantasy-novel-about-climate-change
(Early Übermas gift: contact me! agentwraith@gmail.com I'm looking forward to Secret Santa this year! Wait, do we do that? lol)
If you have successfully returned, congrats. My most profane and profound apologies.
Welcome to hypocrisy.
Okay. Let's get some facts here (just in case you were too focused on trying to figure out what it was you just saw).
1. The 'novel' isn't finished. I'm not %100 it's even started. The money would be going where exactly? To help this cat focus on writing it full-time? As opposed to his free-time? Pay him now so he can stop whatever else it is that he does? RLSH? Wait, he wants to stop that and spend his time writing? Already that seems fishy.
2. Just what the hell is 'urban fantasy' again? 'Magic'? Or 'Magik'? Or 'Magick'? Is that even a style of writing? Whatever happened to Fiction/Non Fiction? I get that Fantasy=Fiction, but 'Urban Fantasy'? That sounds like what goes on out in California. I heard Justice gets Extreme out there. Not like in Carbondale.
3. What's this book about? I'm guessing, 'change'. Okay, so climate change. I buy that. 'Magic' change? Kay, so it's about magic and climate change. A 'young woman'? Hmm. Did whatever you saw look like it would know about being a young woman? Let's not judge a book by it's cover, though. There could be a woman under all that beard. I'm not going to tell you how to live your life either. But, the occult? Climate change? Essentially, humans have dumped toxins into the environment; the atmosphere mostly. That's going to cause problems. But, climate change? Sure, sure. I believe it's possible. It's pretty much too far along to do anything about.. which brings me to my next point.
4. Confrontation.
You'll have to click to enlarge/embiggen this. Try to understand me here, I take ownership/pride in my work. I am very careful on how I approach things. Mostly.
Hey. I'm sort of human. Sort of.
I could dissect this all day, but here's the gist.
1. Treesong does not care if it's published in paper.
2. Treesong does not believe humans have/will move to electronic format (Kindle, much?).
3. Treesong thinks I'm (and 22 apparently) are trolls.
4. Treesong thinks I (and 22) do little to help the environment.
5. Treesong wants you to read his FICTIONAL STORY.
6. Treesong has idiot friends who think deforestation isn't as big of a deal as I 'make it out to be'.
7. Treesong thinks I can't tell the difference between a baby and a CEO.
And IF you read it, well, I apologize.
That's the CRAP that I got MYSELF into.
Really, though. Fiction? Climate change?
I -will- address this in the future.
It's terrible to think that they just swallow this up.
I'm the villain.
Just keep saying that to yourself.
Villain.
So, I think I've just been going about this the wrong way (which has nothing to do with Treebeard- Ak. Treebeard was cool. This guys just.. ugh). I want humans to realize their mistakes; I've just grown accustomed to them not doing so. It would be great if sentient beings as a whole would realize that every LITTLE bit counts, that everything they do touches something else, and that HUMANS are the only ones who can really make a difference.
Instead, they throw on some pajamas and prance around the neighborhood. "Inspire". What exactly?
Other idiots to act like you?
Refer to themselves like you do?
Be reincarnated dozens of times and then spend this particular cycle as a walking abomination in the very eyes of the HOLY deity they feign interest in?
I can't FACEPALM enough.
Note: I never ONCE said/encouraged/forced Treesong to abandon his quest. I have no qualm with a man and his writing.
Not one.
Except when he wants to be paid to do it.
Sure, it would be nice to have that reward.
But if you let it blind you or that is your reason for writing, well, I just can't get on board there completely with ya.
And is that 'trolling'?
Expressing my opinion?
Clearly stating that you are a douche; that's an opinion.
I say write what you know (it was said by someone before me, obviously, too lazy to dig), but hey, if you think you have the handle on a young woman's perspective in an 'Urban Fantasy' setting.. you go right ahead.
I won't try to squash your creativity.
Or censor your opinions.
Constructive criticism is essential to growth.
Refusing to accept that criticism; well that's just lazy or stubborn.
Lazy, because you realize your mistake and slouch at the tasks to accomplish correction.
Stubborn, because you think you are RIGHT and everything/everyone else be DAMNED.
Yeah, I attack the book. Sure. I attack the character. Yup.
If you can't see that being a 'superhero' (and admitted RLSH) named 'Treesong', promoting global health, climate awareness, and all that other jazz.. makes you a hypocrite when you deviate even slightly from that path..
Well, that doesn't make you a douche.
That word is too kind.
I'll let everyone else MAKE UP THEIR OWN MIND.
I present clear facts and my opinion.
If either is unclear, you know how to reach me.
Just ask.
I have never, NEVER EVER (lol) been rude or discourteous on my first go 'round with anyone.
I don't know you. I don't behave in such a manner; I have manners.
Even when you (and I mean YOU) have been an ass.
Blatantly obvious ASS, mind you.
Deliberately trying to piss me off.
I have stayed the course.
I have remained diligent in my hospitality.
(And this is blanket address here. This paragraph could describe anyONE I have come into contact with.)
Taking advice. Staying away from RLSH.
If THIS GUY is the least threatening out of the bunch, I'll take a sandwich and a goodie bag in Winter Park; it's so much LESS hypocritical there.
What's THAT tell ya?
Okay, yeah, I would.
I do that.
I can type ad naseum(?).
Struggle through this, if you will.
Let me just preface this whole thing with this link; I don't mind waiting, I hope you survive:
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/treesong/change-an-urban-fantasy-novel-about-climate-change
(Early Übermas gift: contact me! agentwraith@gmail.com I'm looking forward to Secret Santa this year! Wait, do we do that? lol)
If you have successfully returned, congrats. My most profane and profound apologies.
Welcome to hypocrisy.
Okay. Let's get some facts here (just in case you were too focused on trying to figure out what it was you just saw).
1. The 'novel' isn't finished. I'm not %100 it's even started. The money would be going where exactly? To help this cat focus on writing it full-time? As opposed to his free-time? Pay him now so he can stop whatever else it is that he does? RLSH? Wait, he wants to stop that and spend his time writing? Already that seems fishy.
2. Just what the hell is 'urban fantasy' again? 'Magic'? Or 'Magik'? Or 'Magick'? Is that even a style of writing? Whatever happened to Fiction/Non Fiction? I get that Fantasy=Fiction, but 'Urban Fantasy'? That sounds like what goes on out in California. I heard Justice gets Extreme out there. Not like in Carbondale.
3. What's this book about? I'm guessing, 'change'. Okay, so climate change. I buy that. 'Magic' change? Kay, so it's about magic and climate change. A 'young woman'? Hmm. Did whatever you saw look like it would know about being a young woman? Let's not judge a book by it's cover, though. There could be a woman under all that beard. I'm not going to tell you how to live your life either. But, the occult? Climate change? Essentially, humans have dumped toxins into the environment; the atmosphere mostly. That's going to cause problems. But, climate change? Sure, sure. I believe it's possible. It's pretty much too far along to do anything about.. which brings me to my next point.
4. Confrontation.
Hey. I'm sort of human. Sort of.
I could dissect this all day, but here's the gist.
1. Treesong does not care if it's published in paper.
2. Treesong does not believe humans have/will move to electronic format (Kindle, much?).
3. Treesong thinks I'm (and 22 apparently) are trolls.
4. Treesong thinks I (and 22) do little to help the environment.
5. Treesong wants you to read his FICTIONAL STORY.
6. Treesong has idiot friends who think deforestation isn't as big of a deal as I 'make it out to be'.
7. Treesong thinks I can't tell the difference between a baby and a CEO.
And IF you read it, well, I apologize.
That's the CRAP that I got MYSELF into.
Really, though. Fiction? Climate change?
I -will- address this in the future.
It's terrible to think that they just swallow this up.
I'm the villain.
Just keep saying that to yourself.
Villain.
So, I think I've just been going about this the wrong way (which has nothing to do with Treebeard- Ak. Treebeard was cool. This guys just.. ugh). I want humans to realize their mistakes; I've just grown accustomed to them not doing so. It would be great if sentient beings as a whole would realize that every LITTLE bit counts, that everything they do touches something else, and that HUMANS are the only ones who can really make a difference.
Instead, they throw on some pajamas and prance around the neighborhood. "Inspire". What exactly?
Other idiots to act like you?
Refer to themselves like you do?
Be reincarnated dozens of times and then spend this particular cycle as a walking abomination in the very eyes of the HOLY deity they feign interest in?
I can't FACEPALM enough.
Note: I never ONCE said/encouraged/forced Treesong to abandon his quest. I have no qualm with a man and his writing.
Not one.
Except when he wants to be paid to do it.
Sure, it would be nice to have that reward.
But if you let it blind you or that is your reason for writing, well, I just can't get on board there completely with ya.
And is that 'trolling'?
Expressing my opinion?
Clearly stating that you are a douche; that's an opinion.
I say write what you know (it was said by someone before me, obviously, too lazy to dig), but hey, if you think you have the handle on a young woman's perspective in an 'Urban Fantasy' setting.. you go right ahead.
I won't try to squash your creativity.
Or censor your opinions.
Constructive criticism is essential to growth.
Refusing to accept that criticism; well that's just lazy or stubborn.
Lazy, because you realize your mistake and slouch at the tasks to accomplish correction.
Stubborn, because you think you are RIGHT and everything/everyone else be DAMNED.
Yeah, I attack the book. Sure. I attack the character. Yup.
If you can't see that being a 'superhero' (and admitted RLSH) named 'Treesong', promoting global health, climate awareness, and all that other jazz.. makes you a hypocrite when you deviate even slightly from that path..
Well, that doesn't make you a douche.
That word is too kind.
I'll let everyone else MAKE UP THEIR OWN MIND.
I present clear facts and my opinion.
If either is unclear, you know how to reach me.
Just ask.
I have never, NEVER EVER (lol) been rude or discourteous on my first go 'round with anyone.
I don't know you. I don't behave in such a manner; I have manners.
Even when you (and I mean YOU) have been an ass.
Blatantly obvious ASS, mind you.
Deliberately trying to piss me off.
I have stayed the course.
I have remained diligent in my hospitality.
(And this is blanket address here. This paragraph could describe anyONE I have come into contact with.)
Taking advice. Staying away from RLSH.
If THIS GUY is the least threatening out of the bunch, I'll take a sandwich and a goodie bag in Winter Park; it's so much LESS hypocritical there.
What's THAT tell ya?
Saturday, May 7, 2011
What the hell is going on?
Where the hell is Agente Wraith?
Like you care.
:P
I'll sum it up.
Then I'll sum it up.
Yeah.
It was getting to that point.
Oh, and you do realize it's as unsafe if not more so than PSN?
Coding bastards.
Paranoia, eh?
Yeah.
Paranoia.
I have no idea who they are.
I have no idea what they want.
I no longer care.
Goodbye, Facebook.
If you need me for something?
I'll be in Los Sauces, making lives miserable and rooting out all the dead weeds.
Heh.
Puns.
Where the hell is Agente Wraith?
Like you care.
:P
I'll sum it up.
Then I'll sum it up.
Yeah.
It was getting to that point.
Oh, and you do realize it's as unsafe if not more so than PSN?
Coding bastards.
Paranoia, eh?
Yeah.
Paranoia.
I have no idea who they are.
I have no idea what they want.
I no longer care.
Goodbye, Facebook.
If you need me for something?
I'll be in Los Sauces, making lives miserable and rooting out all the dead weeds.
Heh.
Puns.
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