Guess who?
Malewarebytes updated to v.2 and it scared the shit about of me because now it looks like one of those fake antivirus ransom-ware.
- Post Cactus: Post Crusade® Human Torso Covering
- Post Cactus: Coming soon to a store near you
If you’re wondering why none of my blogs have updated in weeks/months, then don’t fret.
I think I’m coming out of my dry spell.
Maybe
I can’t take the word “gross” seriously anymore.
I mean, come on.
Gross.
Gross is gross.
Gross? Gross! GROSS!!!!
Grooooooooooooooooooooosssssssssssssss.
It’s not even a word anymore.
So I’m going to a small convention (my first one ever) in Bridgewater, NJ called Clovercon on Sunday.
And I am totally not calling on barobarbles to get her butt there so I can hug her. :V
And just some clarification for the newer followers, I’m not usually a loud anti-BSSJW. I just couldn’t help myself in parodying the mouthpieces.
So yeah. Don’t expect public action or outcry. I like to keep it relatively quiet and to myself (or close friends in Skype chats).
Ruh roh!
A small section of the SJW side has made contact with my Dinkymouthpiece pic!
I hope they don’t discover my true intentions.
(Jesus Christ, I didn’t expect it to blow up like that and it’s beginning to worry me a bit because I don’t want it to become an actual message. It’s just a joke. ;A;)
I hate naps. They have this energy-draining feel for me rather than recharging.
The inbox for Rain Catcher depresses me.
Sometimes I get annoyed when people call it “Post-Crusade” because there’s no dash in the official name. All-lowercase would be preferable.
But that’s a silly thing to think about.
I seriously have to break my habit of not saving work.
I’m tired of losing so much work and pieces from my copy of SAI’s instabilty.
And on that note, let’s do a later-than-usual TMI Tuesday.
In which I make long titles out of everything.
The Needs and Oddities of Up and Coming Prodigies
Tales from the Smallest and Most Rural Town You Could Imagine
An Epilogue for Fatherhood, or Seven Hundred Thousand Bits to Spend on Strippers
In other news, I have hit 2400 words on my work in progress ceremonial debut fan fiction, Diabetics and Ditches, or How Rarity Told Me That Mud was Good for the Soul.
There’s blood and mud and cuddling and shitty jokes, just like you’d expect from a typical PC update.
(It’s set in that universe too since I’m a lazy nut.)