Just kinda randomish ramblings and such.

[xans]

Your mother is a whore and the daughter of a whore. Your father was likely her brother, but could have been any of her cousins. I'd have a second deliver a card on a silver platter, but your kind generally wouldn't understand it, and doesn't deserve much more than a dog-whipping anyway. You haven't got a clue. You couldn't get a clue if you smeared yourself with clue musk and danced the clue mating dance in a field full of horny clues in clue mating season. Your eyebrows meet in the middle, your forehead slopes, your pet gerbil wants you dead. Your mother would dress you funny if she could afford clothes. You're the primary reason bigots hate your ethnic group. You were obviously not toilet-trained correctly, which explains the stains on the floor of your cardboard box. Your webbed feet go well with the pointy forehead. Your manners are hideous, your brain minute, and your body odor could fell an ox. You would fit in on a short bus to a convention of Fundies.

You are a living, breathing poster-child for birth-control and abortion.

You swine. You vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum and I wish you would go away.

You're a putrescence mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.

You are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?

If you aren't an idiot, you made a world-class effort at simulating one. Try to edit your writing of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.

You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.

You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.

And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?

You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper.

On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.

I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh.

The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of what you wrote, because, well... it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.

P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, Byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystopic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, abrasive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, clueless, and generally Not Good.

Go pee in an electrical outlet.

The ultimate flame

To make a standardised reply

Just reading that while chatting with miyumiyu, who received a slightly different version as a flame on ff.net. I just handed her a plot bunny on a silver platter about it. I hope I will be posting the link to a fic soon. Hehe!

And last night...

[Most of the Craiglockhart girls and some of the Bindaloe boys are getting comfy on the couches to watch Chocolat. Front Row has Victoria, Sarah, Lisita, Elyshia, & Came. Second row is Annalise, Calvin, and Shane. On the couches in the back, Me & Giles, Donald & Mike, Kate & Kirsti.]

ELYSHIA: and no kissing in the back row!

KATE: Oh Kirsti, oh!

[I am thinking:] Sapphic jokes. YES! My hallmates are (somewhat) normal!

*coughs* Mike looks like a total trucker. He's got the denim jacket with fleece, the mullet and mustache, sideburns, and the baseball cap. But if he lost the cap and exchanged the jacket for a leather one, he could totally pull off the biker look. Donald and I were sitting there trying to convince him he could look like he's just got off his Chopper... All he's missing is the American accent. (take mine, take mine!)
Good movie, although more Johnny would have been nice. Hehe.
I probably would have posted something about it last night, but when I wandered over to the computer labs all the computers were taken, and when there was finally a spare one they all suddenly decided to freeze up. It was kinda funny though, as I was waiting (and hoping) to log on and I was talking quietly with Donald, the other people in the lab kept glancing over at us. And at that time of night, it's mostly the Asians in there, so we're wondering how much they understand of what we're saying (nothing bad, it was mostly tame), or if they're just being nosy about the people who dare to break the Silence of the Labs™ with anything but mouse clicks and tapping keys. You should see how people will swivel and stare when someone's cell phone goes off. It's ridiculous.
It's nearly ten in the morning. I've been up since 7:40. I woke up at 7 when my alarm went off, as silly me I forgot to turn it off last night. But I had a great night's sleep anyway, so I'm just slacking off in the labs in my pjs until a little later when I'll have a shower. For now, I've got the lab pretty much to myself.
Oooh, pandoras_evil_t has some questions for me, from whatever the hell movie she was watching when she made her entry.

If you could fight someone, who would it be?
This is kinda hard, as I am in SUCH a good mood I don't really want to fight anyone. But let's try... Little Hen. (to those on my f-list who are friends with Little Hen, I apologise.)

If you could fight any celebrity, who would it be?
Mmmm... Ashlee Simpson.

Historical figure?
Queen Isobella of Spain.

Yes, I am perusing my f-list as I write this.

A Stealth Geek (SG) is a person who has many of the internal qualities of geekiness yet who does not look or act like the stereotypical geek.

Damn, that's gonna confuse with the other SG, that is, Sex God. Bwahahaha.
Okay, a question. Is it the new Thing to post an Icon of the Day? Alright, only two people on my f-list do it, but that's more than there were last week. It only just recently come to my attention that people are doing this, and I'm wondering where the habit was picked up from.

[Edit:] Me ending up sitting next to Giles when we watched Chocolat happened totally by accident, I swear.

Fin.