Monthly Archives: August 2007

So far, So good.

So far so good,

I haven’t seen a thing for days and days,
Shapes and sounds,
None of them mean a thing to me,

So far, so good,

I can run as fast as I want,
And I can jump as high as I like,
I can touch the sky and never see a thing,

So far, so good,

Hands reach out and touch me,
Fingers brushing against my skin,
Cold and clammy,
Out of the sun, you can’t see a thing,

But so far, so good,

Tickling my throat, little caress,
Frigid blue lips kiss the tips,
I can’t feel a thing from where I stand,
And I can get so high, and never see the sun,
It touches me, never giving warmth,
And I can’t see a thing anymore,

But, so far, so good,

So far, so good.

Update.

Just a quick note.

There are going to be some changes to the site soon.

I am taking some time to think about direction.

Not to mention that my head is so fucked up I can hardly gather my thoughts coherently enough to put them down.

Maybe I can make something productive come from being single.

-Tobas

No want it.

I’m not getting fucked over.  Not again.

This is more of a reminder to myself than an actual entry.  I have been royally reamed in the ass before, because of “love”, I will not make the same mistake again.  Funny thing is though, this feels worse, and I certainly do not have as much to lose.

I should not have to wait to be told the person I love got diddled and it’s ok because it’s college.

No.

Fuck that.  I am not getting hurt like that.

ARE YOU LISTENING?  MR SENTIMENTAL??  DO YOU REALLY WANT TO WAIT AROUND TO HEAR THAT, AND THEN  CRY AND WANT TO KILL YOURSELF?  HUH, DUMB ASS? LOVE WILL, FUCK YOU UP.  CUT THAT SHIT OUT, OK?  I LIKE ME, WELL, YOU, AND I’M NOT GOING TO SIT AROUND AND WATCH YOU GO DOWN THE TUBES PINING FOR SOMEONE WHO NEEDS TO BE WITH YOU IN A SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP LIKE SHE NEEDS ANOTHER HOLE IN HER FACE.  NOW GO GET FUCKED UP AND KEEP ON MOVING DIP SHIT.

I don’t want this.

Open letter to the WWF.

Dear World Wildlife Foundation,

Let me start by saying that I am not a fan of professional wrestling. Not anymore. See, when I was a young lad, I would gaze starry eyed at such herculean individuals as Hulk Hogan, and Roddy Piper. Those were good times, filled with adventure and excitement. Eventually, as I grew older, I learned of the acting involved and grew dis-illusioned and jaded. But I found that I could still appreciate the steroid induced suggestions that I should eat my vitamins and say my prayers. Occasionally, I would utter an, “Oooooohhh yeahhh” much like Macho Man Savage to show my eagerness towards something I liked as well. Yes, that was all well and good.

Then one sad day, I discovered that there would have to be a name change. The World Wrestling Federation, was now to be called, World Wrestling Entertainment. Why? Well, apparently you tree-hugging sons of bitches weren’t content with just wasting time and precious resources to save idiotic creatures that natural selection would have done away with years ago, no, you needed to take my precious memories as well. See, ever since the name change, it just has not been the same.

But let us put that aside for a moment, and talk about what you do. As far as I can tell, you try and save creatures who may become extinct, usually due to such unnatural occurences as deforesting, or commercial development. Let us examine biology for a moment. We, as humans, are the products of many millenia of natural selection. So, I think it is safe to say then, that we are natural. So therefore, anything that we do, is natural. It is no fault of our own that we are able to modify and adapt living spaces to make them more habitable to our own kind. As far as responsibility is concerned, please note that like any other species, we are responsible to ensure that we survive, and thrive. To put us above these natural tendencies is hubris. So if certain other species become extinct along the way, then it was not their lot to continue, as it will not be our lot when something else comes along and usurps our unique position in the earths species hierarchy.

In the grand scheme of things, is it really any better to be making panda porn for a species too stupid to procreate and save itself, than to be snapping into a slim jim?

I don’t think so Sam Kittner.

Sincerely,

Tobas.

Ghetto Supastar.

Our Heroine, Jaime, encounters a nice ghetto boy with whom to chat.  Hilarity ensues.

Mami.

Need I say more?

MPRETTYBOY21 [12:39 A.M.]:  SUP
MPRETTYBOY21 [12:57 A.M.]:  u shy
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [12:59 A.M.]:  a little
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [12:59 A.M.]:  lol
MPRETTYBOY21 [12:59 A.M.]:  27/blk/qnz u
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:00 A.M.]:  16 f bellmore

XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:00 A.M.]:  i love black
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:00 A.M.]:  how u look
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:00 A.M.]:  good
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:00 A.M.]:  im not midest
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:00 A.M.]:  modest
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:00 A.M.]:  details
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:00 A.M.]:  5 4 110
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:00 A.M.]:  my boobs dont match my body, i hate it
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:01 A.M.]:  ok ya nationality
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:01 A.M.]:  im a mix of everything
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:01 A.M.]:  ok r u in nyc
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:01 A.M.]:  long island
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:01 A.M.]:  cool
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:01 A.M.]:  so wat u mixed wit baby
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:02 A.M.]:  puerto rican, irish, dutch

MPRETTYBOY21 [1:02 A.M.]:  ok
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:02 A.M.]:  do u have nice azz
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:02 A.M.]:  lolz of course
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:02 A.M.]:  aight
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:02 A.M.]:  wat u doin now
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:04 A.M.]:  r u that shy
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:04 A.M.]:  u shy
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:04 A.M.]:  yeah
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:05 A.M.]:  wat ya name
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:05 A.M.]:  jaime
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:05 A.M.]:  earl
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:05 A.M.]:  r u busy
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:05 A.M.]:  not really
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:05 A.M.]:  do u want to call me
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:07 A.M.]:  dont be shy i dont bite
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:09 A.M.]:  helllllllllllllo
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:10 A.M.]:  u frontin
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:10 A.M.]:  hey
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:10 A.M.]:  noooo

XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:10 A.M.]:  too soon
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:10 A.M.]:  r u scare of dik
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:10 A.M.]:  noooo
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:10 A.M.]:  i love it
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:11 A.M.]:  good so stop frontin and i will give u some
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:11 A.M.]:  lolz
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:11 A.M.]:  do u have that sweet pussy for me to eat
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:12 A.M.]:  thats what i hear
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:12 A.M.]:  wat was last time u got fuk mami
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:12 A.M.]:  its been a few weeks
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:12 A.M.]:  i hate that

MPRETTYBOY21 [1:13 A.M.]:  well r u looking for a man
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:13 A.M.]:  for a night maybe
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:13 A.M.]:  u lookin for one night or a man
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:13 A.M.]:  a man for one night maybe
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:14 A.M.]:  lolz
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:14 A.M.]:  well no maybe wat do u really want mami
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:14 A.M.]:  i want a hot night
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:14 A.M.]:  so u want one night stand
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:15 A.M.]:  sure
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:15 A.M.]:  u have a choice do u want one stand or u can have me as ya man gettin fuck everyday
XxhOtYUNGthAngxX [1:17 A.M.]:  hmm
MPRETTYBOY21 [1:18 A.M.]:  eat ya pussy out everyday

The boy who should have died.

Before I begin, I would like to state that from the very start, I disliked J.K. Rowlings.  The moment I picked up the first potter book and began to read, I thought, oh, this is a fine Roald Dahl book.  As I read on, it changed to, well, there seems to be a bit of sneaker hill* thrown in here for good measure.

It is not that I disliked the story, it was the sheer hacky-ness of it that turned me off.  So, I read the first one, and didn’t pay attention until after the fourth book had been out for a long while.  At that point, I went to the local library (copiague at the time), and picked up the the second, third and fourth books all at once.  I read them all in several sittings and wondered what all the fuss was about. 

Not a bad yarn, but it seemed to be a mish-mosh of every Dahl book pretty much ever, with the sneaker hill plot, and a dash of scooby-doo thrown in for good measure.  Rowling wised up in the last few books, adding a dark tone and lethality that she no doubt thought would separate her from any such comparisons.  It fooled pretty much everyone who worships her un-original feet.  Not me. 

I believed then, and also now, after completing the final book, that she is not fit to lick Mr. Dahl, or Mrs. Littles bootspittle.

The last book was pretty much the same as the rest.  The darker tone, and corpses tossed around shamelessly seemed tacked on, as if to say, ‘take me seriously!’  Mrs. Rowling, there is something called dark humor, and tact, that a ‘childrens’ author can use to insert gravity in a subtle fashion.  A kind of wink and nudge to the adults who also might choose to enjoy the stories.  None of this ‘tragedy’ could disguise the fact that this book was a bloated fetch-quest, filled with cop-out answers and an ending that should have earned her a Marie Antoinette-like beheading from her throng of loyal fans.

I, for one, am glad to see this literary travesty come to an end, and hope that Mrs. Rowling will retreat from the writing desk and spend the rest of her days happily wading through her Scrooge Mcduck sized money bin.

Bottom line.  Harry should have died.  Then I might have at least a shred of respect for her body of work.  But the marketing machine rolls on, eh J.K.? 

I think the last page should have revealed the true meaning of her initials. 

Just Kidding.

*Sneaker Hill was a book written by Jane Little in 1967.  If you choose, hunt down a copy and read what pretty much amounts to a prequel.