TheLibra
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- Fri May 25 2001 at 19:20:29 (7.5 years ago )
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- Mon Aug 28 2006 at 13:37:06 (2.2 years ago )
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- 2 (Acolyte) / 1419
- mission drive within everything
- World Domination...and...um...maybe some chicken wings
- specialties
- balancing broomsticks on my palm... kazoo... looking like I know what I'm doing... I can drive pretty well too.
- school/company
- Evil Geniuses, Inc.
- motto
- "Do ye have any Scottish in ye? Would ye like some?"
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- everything men NEED to know about weddings
| Last Updated 16 July 2004 Vital Statistics LOCATION: Arlington, TX (sorta near Fort Worth) GENDER: Male AGE: 28 C!'s RECIEVED TO DATE: 76 (out of 104 wu's) ETHNICITY: 1/8 Scottish, 1/8 Sac & Fox Native American, 1/2 Mutt, 100% Texan (by birth and choice). FAVORITE FOOD: Meat FAVORITE LIQUOR: Scotch (w/water) CHARACTER I MOST RESEMBLE IN ACTIONS: Ford Prefect CHARACTER I MOST RESEMBLE IN LOOKS: A much younger Judge Reinhold HOW I'D LIKE TO DIE: After a good meal, a good sex, a good whiskey, a good cigarette, and preferably when I'm ready to. FLAWS: Yes, I am dyslexic. If I can deal with it, you can too. If there is one phrase that could describe my life it would be "this is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time." For the record: Hats taste terrible and take about a week to pass through your system. ----------------- Latest entry into my "Whomever gives a damn" Log ------------------ 13 July 04 - I am officially engaged now. I proposed to her at the annual Sac & Fox Pow Wow near Stroud, Oklahoma, and she said yes. It was a beautiful event and the entire tribe got involved. The tradition we performed is called a "giveaway", and this has prompted me to start a new node in the works. 09 April 04 - I don't believe it. I met a girl. A woman, really. A wonderful amazing woman. One born on the same exact day and year that I was. It was fate. We will marry. Our children will provide heirs for my throne once I am World Dictator. Life is good. Aside from that, I had to get rid of my cats, Wheezey and Bling-Bling, which makes me sad, but I don't miss them as much as I would miss my sweetie. Anyway, I finally added another node. It only took...er... several months for me to get around to it. I'll eventually make it to the next level, but at least my simple node-fu is up past 10. Yay! 15 Sept 03 - Well, life is going even better than before. My apartment is clean, I'm still employed in the "Computer Stuff" field (though by a different company now), and my plans for World Domination are going well. I've also had two new influxes of material to node about, so perhaps I'll see that Level 4 someday after all, and be able to ching all those great nodes out there. And, for those that knew or cared, my one year and one day vow of chastity has finished. Now all I have to do is find a pet circus midget and my life will be complete. 06 Dec 02 - Life is going well. After a long haitus from E2 I've returned and begun to post nodes once again. I'm newly employed by Computer Sciences Corporation and have to date written 4 plays,: Some People Call Them Weasels, Family Time, Chronos Ex Machina, and Dogberry. Additionally, I've written the first two books to a cyberpunk trilogy, and am presently writing a different spin on the Illuminati. PREVIOUS ENTRIES ------------------ money turns the world perhaps time stops for the poor DAMN THE I.R.S.!!! I'm single. I'm poor. I'm only a man that somehow slipped through the cracks in the system, and is still trying to find a way... any way... my way... back up through the floorboards of society and make it in life. Unfortunately, every time my fingers seem to find a ledge to pull myself up, someone chooses that moment to urinate, while stepping on my fingers in the process. Perhaps I'm laying the blame in the wrong place. Perhaps it is me. Perhaps I'm too lazy. Perhaps I am too cynical. Perhaps I should get back to work... ----------------- For those of you wondering if I will ever node again, or fix my nodes, the answer is "probably". But please understand I'm currently writing two screenplays, three novels, working on publishing a book, and two stageplays. I apologize for the inconvenience. And for anyone that cared, my most recent stageplay, Some People Call Them Weasels was a huge success. ----------------- I have no idea what to think about women. Just when I think I'm ready to give up on them completely, one pops up and says "Wait! Wait!" Then I find out she's really a psycho and "Wait! Wait! means "I'm off my medication and failed Suicide 101"... Women... psychos... if I ever meet a sane one who can keep her legs together for more than 5 minutes that is actually single, in my age group, and attractive, I will eat my hat. ------------- ME: "...Randy, why is it that every time I fall for a woman, she's either insane, wants to kill me, cheats on me, or she's already attached to someone else?" RANDY: "Because God hates you, Brandon, and wants you to be miserable." ME: "Really?" RANDY: "No. Not Really, actually it's because all women fall into those four categories..." ME: "Oh. No, wait... that can't be right, or else no man on Earth would ever be happy." RANDY: "Meditate upon this truth... and bring back to me a woman who is not insane, trying to kill you, cheating on you, or already attached to someone else.." ME: "The hell with you, Randy... if I find a woman like that, I'll marry her!" (I hang up the phone) RANDY: (hanging up the phone on his end) "You are learning, little one." I grew up in a quaint little downtown section of Houston, Texas, USA. From about ages 2-11 I was raised by my grandparents and enjoyed living with nice insane people. My grandfather talked to his imaginary friends and taught me many things. One of which was that kung-fu beats bionics any day of the week. Now, don't get me wrong. I enjoyed my life there, but when my parents decided it was time to take me back and move to Dallas I jumped at the chance. Namely because the invisible people my grandad talked to kept telling him to stock up on guns. So, in the quaint little town of Bedford, I lived and went to school in the middle of Bible Hell. At the time, I wanted to be a minister (that thought still makes me giggle nowadays) and even this town was too much for me. They cancelled Halloween at my Junior High. No costumes were allowed, no mention of it was allowed, because it was obviously too evil. I guess none of the administrations ever bothered checking out the cafeteria. I suppose my parents had something of a warm tolerance for me. They got a cat. It's name was PC. Which, at the time, stood for Personal Cat. It was big. It was mean. And we all enjoyed many scars and bleedings from PC. The furniture was not spared the wrath of this cat and we quickly decided to put it outside, whereapon it proceeded to eat the other cats in the neighborhood, and assume their place at feeding time. I loved that cat, but, like so many childhood dreams of being rich, famous, or an astronaught, it died. More accurately, it was taken out by a neighbor with a twelve gauge... legend is it took 3 shots before it stayed down and they still had to hospitalize the neighbor... Then, the summer before I turned 18 I moved to Austin on my own to attend college, and eventually leave it. I really liked Austin. There was anything you could find there and then some. And better still, Austin liked me. but, 5 years later here I moved to Seattle after a brief stopover back in DFW... now, 3 years after that, I am back in the Fort Worth area, working, and generally pretending to be a responsible 26 year old. Now, you may ask yourself this question. Why on Earth would he want to leave Austin? Or Seattle? I'll give you a hint... it involves women... ----------------------------------- HAIKU OF THE DAY I've always been fascinated with Haiku, writing them since I was old enough to hold a pencil without trying to eat it. So, I usually write one per day as inspiration to myself, and occasionally to my friend Colin. Here are a few of the funnier, or more meaningful ones (if you see a name in parenthesis, that is their reply to the Haiku, if you see a name without parenthesis, it's part of the poem).
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