Apparently I do have a price, or at least my soul does. According to the mercantile gurus of existential realty over at We Want Your Soul dot com my soul is worth £8916. For my peace of mind apparently, 82% of people have a purer soul than me.
Damn them all to my own personal private hell. (See the post from a few days ago).
I am apparently a Benevolent Ruler according to the Kingdomality Medieval Career Test. Which is fairly ironic and funny if you consider the fact that I just recently was backstabbed by a bunch of high school fuckwits in my old Anarchy Online org who felt that I wasn’t doing a good job as their org leader and decided to oust me in favour of someone who would “better benefit the org”… aka – one of their cronies who would let them get away with and encourage their shit for fun antics instead of actually running the org.
Now I remember why I hated high school so much: Elitist crap and cliquish backstabbing behaviour. Oh well, I’ve moved on and they’ll still collectively be a bunch of fuckwits and asshats come tomorrow.
In other news, I’m still waiting on my paperwork to process. The bunch of baboons at INS still are “Processing” my application. Which to me means they’ve filed it under “Forget about it you drunken Irish hippy malcontent” and just don’t have the cajones to tell me.
As you can see, I’m bored out of my tree and am venting idly while wondering if I’ll actually be tired enough to fall asleep anytime before six am…. and as it’s quarter to four in the morning as I write this, I’m in serious doubt that this will happen *sigh*. Fun fun fun…
I obviously need something to do. I could do some more work on my D&D campaign, but there isn’t a whole lot of motivation there as my current group has dried up like the bunch of wrinkled old prunes we are and there isn’t really an assurity that there will be a group in Texas if/when I finally get there. So my creative output in that regard has been put on hold and I just can’t seem to be bothered to put pen to paper, or finger to keyboard or whatever until I know that there will be some point to my effort beyond personal satisfaction. Playing god and tinkering with a world only gets you so far I guess. Apparently sharing your creation with others factors big in the personal satisfaction department as well… who knew.
This ennui has spilled over to my regular writing as well because I just can’t be bothered to do anything at all lately. My life’s on hold and at the whim of some unseen bureaucratic entity and I can’t get past it or move forward. It’s bugging the living fuck out of me.
I might just end up re-installing Quake 3 on this pitiful old PoS machine of mine and go get my ass handed to me by a bunch of 12 year olds with cutting edge game rigs and phat broadband pipeline connections thanks to “daddy’s credit card”. Nah, on second thought that would only increase my frustrations rather than decrease them.
Westley was right… Life is pain….. A pain in the fucking arse!
Anyways. Maybe I’ll go read for awhile and that’ll put me to sleep. G’nite to all you embittered and cynical souls out there. And to the asshats and fuckwits…. nah… nevermind. They aren’t worth the effort of a cynically witty snub.
Hey, if I’m going to Hell, I might as well design it so as it’s going to be excruciatingly painful right? I mean I have to get my money’s worth, right? Well… here goes. It ain’t pretty, but it’s … uhhh…. Hell.
Circle I Limbo
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow
Circle IV Rolling Weights
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled
Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies
Circle VI Buried for Eternity
Saddam Hussein, Osama bin Laden
Circle VII Burning Sands
Bill Gates, PETA Members
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement
Circle IX Frozen in Ice
Design your own hell