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Mad Plots
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Boredom is the product of a lazy mind. I am never, ever fucking bored. Whenever I find myself with nothing else to do (and on many occasions in which I DO have something else to do), I come up with something absurd to fill up my time with. Some of these schemes I end up acting upon, and some of them end up sitting on the back burner forever. Regardless, they fill up a few stray hours, and I have fun doing them. Here're some examples and relics of mad plots, past and present. |
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Incestuous Magical Boy Nasty Tommy
A couple of years back, I was involved with an online anime club, which wa made up of a bunch of kids and ameteurs. While filling out my list of favorite anime shows, I included, among my various actual favorite shows, one which I called "Incestuous Magical Boy, Nasty Tommy". I just thought the name was funny and bizarrely japanese-sounding enough that it might escape scrutiny. It did. Some time later, the guy who ran the club was asking us for reviews of our favorite shows, so I whipped one up of Episode 1, and spent all night on ICQ, asking schoolgirls to translate the name into japanese for me. Finally, I posted the bloody thing, and it stayed there for a long, long time before anyone clued in to the fact that no such anime exists. |
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Fuckyou! Greetings
My ex-girlfriend Jen left me more than a year ago, and I heard something like a month after she did so that she'd decided to become a wiccan. Nevertheless, every time a christian holiday rolls along - HOLIDAYS THAT NIETHER OF OUR RELIGIONS CELEBRATE - she invariably sends me, among the various other people on her robotically-maintainted card-sending list a bloody Online Greeting Card. The sentiments she expresses through these cardfs are so empty, vapid, and meaningless that I just can't imagine what she thinks anyne might get out of receiving one. Of course, that can probably be said of any greeting card. But I digress. Point is, when she sends me one, I send her back one of my custom-made Fuckyou! Greeetings. She never seems to get the message, though... Here's two of them.
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