Chimera Star Junction

Come on, man… how can you NOT just love this? The writer in me speaks on this in the other tumblr: “The Wolf, the Rose and the Stolen Stars”

My “I sound like I’m bitching but I’m just whining aloud like Drake does” post
My “Hits and Fails of 2011” post
Give a shit that 2011 is now 2012…

You know, with the new year on me, a lack of textual whining, no discernible accomplishments from the previous year, no post on how I think Herman Cain qualifies as the most important person of 2011, and even now just a load of questions with no answers so much as a mental database of music that accompanies my draining mind state (thank you Yasunori Mitsuda), my very demeanor is so very… blah.

Apathy is death. These words from Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic 2 stick with me because the further and further I get through life the further and further I think I’m falling into the trap of not caring enough about things, or even caring period about many things, and steadily I can see myself becoming the very thing I hate: the people that don’t want me to be like them. Motivation is an illusive thing and ideas flourish but the drive to see them anywhere but in the perfection of my electrical impulses is overpowering. Everyone says the first step is the hardest, but we try to avoid all pain in an effort to stay in relative comfort. We say we’ll go back to church one day, just not next Sunday. We’ll go on a diet after the chicken wing dinner next week. We’ll have that screenplay written by the end of the year, just gotta wait for the right spark. I know three people that haven’t accomplished those above goals yet and I can say they all need a good shot of “Ass Kicking” to get going. I can get on two of them right now.

Maybe the biggest reason I don’t feel bad about this lack of momentum is because I haven’t actively sought anything this year, except for maybe a few video games. My anger comes from me not pushing myself, and that’s more annoyance than anything else. Everyone has the idea that they’ll have A, B and C done at this point, this being age 17 or age 21 or age 28 or age 35, who knows? All I really want to be able to do is say that I’ve been able to actively contribute to a collective of talented writers (which I can), sampled some of the city’s finest things (which I do) and erased any regrets I may have had (and there was only one… and that’s ongoing). All in all, I can’t say I’m in Japan hobnobbing with Miyazaki (but that would be SO COOL!) but I’m not in a bad position. I just have to admit I’m surrounded by extraordinary people who aren’t happy just moving ahead of the pack but light years ahead of it. Hey, y’all have fun doing that, I wish y’all the best. Truth be told I’m already on my cosmic treadmill, though: you cats are catching up with an old man whose seen the world but didn’t want it.

I joke. Well, not really. Don’t want a throne; just a home one day. What’s the point of me saying all this? When I get back to Atlanta I’ll still be a hopeless romantic of a dreamer, I’ll still be thinking about kicking someone in the teeth over old stuff, I’ll still be procrastinating on projects I claim to be in love with, and if I’m lucky I’ll have something set up so my summer isn’t just in ATL but in Florida too (we’ll see). When I look at it like that, however…

2011 wasn’t a bad year. I had some good music, good food, good drink, only threw up once, only wasted a bit of money, not too bad really. Can’t really say I wish I did things differently: that would imply regret. No regret. Ah hell, who cares? My year end thing will just come at the beginning of this year. My good ol’ Hits and Fails piece. I’ll just go ahead and give the biggest one here:

The DiZ’s 2011 Person of the Year is…

Yes, businessman, Baptist minister, Morehouse Man, GOP hopeful and all around Smiley Rogers impersonator, Herman Cain gets the DiZ Award for Excellence this year for Person of the Year. Ladies and gentleman, this man simply has it all. He’s well spoken, well traveled, well read, well dressed, well… hmm? I’m sorry, what’s that? He stutters when he talks about African nations? He’s never actually been outside of the country? He… wears the same suit repeatedly? Ah… I see… well then, after a quick recount thanks to Mr. Gregory Abernathy of Florida, it seems that the Person of the Year Award for 2011 actually goes to…

Rick Ross, ladies and gentlemen, for the oft-thought impossible task of making the following guy go from terribly lame go-go conscious rapper to almost tolerable lame and bland go-go strip club crooner:

I am a male.

I am a female

I am shorter than 5’4.

I think I’m ugly.

I have many scars.

I tan easily.

I wish my hair was a different color.

I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.

I have a tattoo.

I want a tattoo.

I am self-conscious about my body.

I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger.

I have more than 2 piercings.

I have a piercing in a place other than my ears

I have freckles.

I’ve sworn at my parents.

I’ve run away from home.

I’ve been kicked out of the house.

I have a sibling less than one year old.

I want to have kids someday.

I’m in school.

I’ve lost a child.

I have a job.

I’ve fallen asleep at work/school.

I almost always do/did my homework.

I’ve missed a week or more of school.

I failed more than 1 class last year.

I’ve stolen something from my job.

I’ve slipped out an “lol” in a spoken conversation.

Disney movies still make me cry.

I’ve peed from laughing.

I’ve snorted while laughing

I’ve cried from laughing so hard.

I’ve glued my hand to something.

I’ve had my pants rip in public.

I was born with a disease/impairment.

I’ve broken a bone.

I’ve gotten stitches/staples.

I’ve had my tonsils removed.

I’ve sat in a doctor’s office/emergency room with a friend.

I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.

I had a serious surgery.

I’ve had chicken pox.

I’ve had measles.

I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day.

I’ve been on a plane.

I’ve been to Canada.

I’ve been to Mexico.

I’ve been to Niagara Falls.

I’ve been to Japan.

I’ve been to Africa.

I’ve been to Hawaii.

I’ve gotten lost in my city.

I’ve seen a shooting star.

I’ve wished on a shooting star.

I’ve seen a meteor shower.

I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.

I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.

I’ve kicked a guy where it hurts.

I’ve been to a casino.

I’ve been skydiving.

I’ve gone skinny dipping.

I’ve played spin the bottle.

I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.

I’ve crashed a car.

I’ve been skiing.

I’ve been in a play.

I’ve met someone in person from Facebook.

I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.

I’ve seen the Northern lights.

I’ve sat on a roof top at night.

I’ve played chicken.

I’ve played a prank on someone

I’ve ridden in a taxi.

I’ve seen Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I’ve eaten sushi.

I’ve been snowboarding.

I’m single.

I’m in a relationship.

I’m engaged.

I’m married.

I’ve gone on a blind date.

I’ve been the dumped more than the dumper.

I miss someone right now.

I have a fear of abandonment.

I’ve gotten divorced.

I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back

I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.

I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.

I’ve kept something from a past relationship.

I’ve had a crush on a teacher.

I’ve been kissed in the rain.

I’ve hugged a stranger.

I have kissed a stranger.

I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.

I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.

I am keeping a secret from the world.

I’ve cheated while playing a game.

I’ve cheated on a test.

I’ve run a red light.

I’ve been suspended from school.

I’ve witnessed a crime.

I’ve been in a fist fight.

I’ve been arrested.

I’ve passed out from drinking.

I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.

I’ve smoked.

I’ve taken painkillers when I didn’t need them.

I’ve eaten mushrooms.

I’ve inhaled Nitrous.

I’ve done hard drugs.

I have cough drops when I’m not sick.

I have 3 pills at a time no problem.

I have been diagnosed with depression.

I have been diagnosed with one or more anxiety disorder

I’ve taken an anti-depressant.

I have been anorexic or bulimic

I’ve slept an entire day without needing to go pee.

I’ve hurt myself on purpose.

I’ve woken up crying.

I’m afraid of dying.<— not death; it’s the dying part that gets to me

I hate funerals.

I’ve seen someone dying.

Someone close to me has committed suicide.

I’ve planned my own suicide.

I’ve attempted suicide.

I’ve written a eulogy for myself.

I own over 5 rap CDs

I own an IPod or an MP3 player.

I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga

I own something from Hot Topic.

I own something from Pac Sun.

I collect comic books.

(via lecreoleroyale)

Free will. Pitiful humans! War, segregation, hatred! Is that what you’ve done with your free will boy? Don’t you lecture me with your thirty dollar haircut, Goku dies!

— Android 13 to Trunks

AKA: One boss ass rebuttal.