Well, ok then.
I think my girlfriend is a Christian! Advice needed.
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The pace is picking up!
At this point I'm waiting for a spin-off series centered around Thames, Mad Dave and Ed Legs. They're the Lone Gunmen of this series and deserve the chance.
"People who boast about their [intelligence] are losers." - Stephen Hawking
On the bright side, though, the Mad Dave and Thames shit is getting quite good. Admittedly, it depends entirely on one's definition of "good."
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Quality has really gone downhill. This season has gone nowhere, telegraphed the few things it HAS done, and generally just wasted our time. Boring plot, recycled cardboard characters, and we've already pretty much nailed the big climactic finale a while ago, so nothing to do here but hope MB picks up the pace and wraps up this failed season.
Take a break in the offseason and figure out a fresh story to tell, or hang it up...
Take a break in the offseason and figure out a fresh story to tell, or hang it up...
I was at a loose end today. My girlfriend was spending the day with her family as it's the last day she'll see them. I was fine with that, of course, and I know she really loves her sick brother and wants to spend as much time with him as possible. I spent a few hours watching Richard Dawkings videos, catching up with some I hadn't seen. He's such a good speaker. Everything he says is right. I loved the one where he's giving a lecture and some guy stands up and says dinosaurs are too big to have breathed oxygen molecules (something like that, you know the crazy bullshit fundies talk!) and Dawkings got him kicked out then said "I didn't want to give him the OXYGEN of publicity!" What a smackdown.
Then I went for a walk around town, to say goodbye to the old place. It was nice. I saw some homeless guys and wondered if they were people I'd once served in the soap kitchen. But I couldn't tell and I wasn't going to ask them. Anyway, it started raining so I went home quick. I wasn't going to stay out on the street in the rain.
I went home and had a nap then came back on the internet. It made me realize that I probably won't get online much when I'm in Asia. But what's the internet compared to love? I text messaged that ("what's the internet compared to love?") to my girlfriend after I thought it. She didn't reply but I know she'll like it.
Maybe I should go to bed early as I have an early day tomorrow. The biggest day of my life. I can't wait. If I don't post again, I want you all to know that it's really helped sharing all this with you. I don't often take the advice given here (sometimes I think it's just jokes) but just putting everything down has really help me reach decisions and become the man I am today. Thank you.
Then I went for a walk around town, to say goodbye to the old place. It was nice. I saw some homeless guys and wondered if they were people I'd once served in the soap kitchen. But I couldn't tell and I wasn't going to ask them. Anyway, it started raining so I went home quick. I wasn't going to stay out on the street in the rain.
I went home and had a nap then came back on the internet. It made me realize that I probably won't get online much when I'm in Asia. But what's the internet compared to love? I text messaged that ("what's the internet compared to love?") to my girlfriend after I thought it. She didn't reply but I know she'll like it.
Maybe I should go to bed early as I have an early day tomorrow. The biggest day of my life. I can't wait. If I don't post again, I want you all to know that it's really helped sharing all this with you. I don't often take the advice given here (sometimes I think it's just jokes) but just putting everything down has really help me reach decisions and become the man I am today. Thank you.
Sort of like "It's a Wonderful Life" only in reverse, I suspect.
I was just thinking...you know what I haven't had in a long time?
Big League Chew.
Big League Chew.
Me either, that was some good stuff! All the "fun" of chewing tobacco with all of the horribleness, taste, and effects of REAL tobacco!
"Richard Dawkings"
"soap kitchen"
Man, this is some good material!
"soap kitchen"
Man, this is some good material!
A quality list of names like that deserve a better story.
Man I didn't even pick up on that!!
I can't believe MadBaggins is being so unfaithful to The Avengers.
Dude, you loved The Avengers before this girl, get a grip.
Dude, you loved The Avengers before this girl, get a grip.
"(Superhe)'roes before hos"??
That the place where they give out cleaning supplies to poor people?
Bet you didn't expect me to be posting today! No, I'm not on the asian version of the internet. I didn't leave the country after all. But I did leave someone: HER! And it felt good. Here's what happened.
It all started early in the morning when I went round to my girlfriend's ready to set off. She was having an emotional goodbye with her family. She should have done it before I got there, it was kind of embarrassing having to stand there watching it. I was starting to get worried that we'd miss our flight when finally she stopped hugging and crying and was ready to go.
She didn't say much on the journey to the airport. She looked really nervous, and a few times she turned to me like she had something to say but couldn't quite get it out. I told her not to worry, it would be perfectly safe and we'd be closer than ever once we get there. She nearly started crying. But I could tell she felt safer having me with her.
We checked in at the airport then sat down to wait with some other people from the church. This was when things started to go bad. There was a guy there with a beard who my girlfriend has known for years. She went and talked to him privately for a few minutes and I saw her looking over at me several times. I wondered what was going on. I guess she was just telling him how important it was to her that I was going too. Then he came back over. He asked how I was feeling about the trip. I said I felt great! He asked if I was not worried about the danger. I laughed and said it was obviously exaggerated. He looked serious, underneath his beard, and told me that wasn't the case. He said some pretty fucked up shit (he actually used those words!) has happened over there. He told me of a guy he knew who went over there and working with sick children. One day he was smiling and laughing with the children, when a car drove by and shot him in the neck for no reason. I felt nervous about the trip for the first time. Maybe if there had been a reason for the shooting it wouldn't have been bad. If he'd done something wrong to the children it would be something I could avoid doing. But for no reason? That didn't sit right.
Beard man continuined telling me horror stories. He told me one time how a whole group of four or five aids workers were all shot in the legs (I don't know why it was in the legs) by a farmer for standing too close to his farm. This worried me. I'd thought there would be safety in numbers. It was like the stories were designed to terrify me, almost. Still, I appreciated him being honest with me. I looked at my girlfriend and she said "it's worth it to help people, isn't it? I know that's why you're going." I nodded, but my insides were churning with doubt.
These thoughts went through my head as we walked to the plane. Was it worth going to such a dangerous place or was it madness? Was the help we could do really worth being shot in the legs or worse the neck? I started thinking about how I've done a lot of good charity work in my home town over the years. And I looked at my precious, fragile girlfriend and wondered if she knew what she was getting herself into. I wondered if it was her faith in God (I know she says she doesn't care one way or another, but there's always been the suspicion that she's a secret believer) was compelling her to take this crazy risk. For myself it had been LOVE that had spurred me on, but now I was finally thinking about it in a cold, rational way (like Richard Dawkings would) at last and I had concerns.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a coward. It wasn't just my personal saftey, it was the risk factor. Taking stupid risks for little reward is not smart. Sure if the risks had just been a broken arm or something, it would be worth helping people. But I had to weigh things up. I'd tried to talk my girlfriend out of the trip before, remember, and suddenly I felt I had to try one more time. I was thinking of her safety as much as my own.
As we sat down on the plane, I confronted her. I asked her if she'd really thought this through. To her credit, she remained clam. She's such a little trooper. She said she'd been sure she wanted to do this for a long time. I turned to beard man (he was sitting behind us) and asked him if more things had happened than just shootings, like cannibalism and rape. He confirmed that they have. I turned back to my girlfriend and said "how can you still want to go!" I was getting angry and panicky now. Not for myself, for her. It wasn't because I was worried that I'd be eaten then raped by hungry villagers, but that she would. In fact, I think I was having a full on panic attack. I've had them before, but never this bad. I felt I was having a suffocating heart attack. I had to get off that plane, my brain thought!
She asked if I was okay and said it wasn't too late for me to change my mind and not go. I felt such relief when she said that. She had seen sense. I felt the panic attack begin to fade almost instantly (but it would have come back if I hadn't got off the plane quick.) I turned to beard man and thanked him for talking sense into her. I said I was so happy that she'd decided not to go and that we could be together and do charity work in town and maybe even open up our own soap kitchen together.
That was when she told me she was still going.
I was stunned. How could she go without me!? We'd be apart! That wasn't what she wanted! I wanted to grab her and drag her off the plane with me. Instead I asked her straight out, once and for all what was more important to her: her relationship with me or helping foreigners who might have guns.
She said the charity work was the most important thing.
I was utterly stunned. I turned to beard man and asked if he could believe this shit. He said if I wanted off the plane I better be quick. This was a good pont. I gave my girlfriend one last chance. I asked her if she was thinking straight, if she really meant it. I said if she loved me she would get off the plane with me right now.
She said she was staying put.
Was she lying to protect me? I didn't know. But I wasn't going to sit around to find out. I stood up and shouted at the stewardess "LET ME OFF THIS PLANE." She told me to calm down. I said "I NEED TO GET OFF". The panic was coming back. I said even if we'd started take off the pilot had to reverse it NOW. She said people were still boarding the plane and if I wanted to leave I could and if I didn't stop shouting they'd kick me off anyway. I thanked her and left. As I walked I realized I hadn't looked back at my girlfriend once. I realized I didn't even want to.
As I walked down the steps I came to the conclusion that I was so much better off without her. Even if she had been lying to protect me, it still proved that she didn't love me. I would NEVER willingly part from her. The only reason I'd got off that plane was because of practical reasons like the seemingly high risk of death and my panic attack. The fact that she hadn't gotten off with me PROVED that she didn't love me properly. That she really did love helping others more. It made me sick. She'd always taken orders from so called "higher powers": God, her father, her bitch friends, the church, charities. She was not an independant person like me.
And, as I walked towards the terminal, I smiled. I knew I'd just had a damn lucky escape. Getting on that plane would have been the biggest mistake of my life. Not just because of the risk in going to that dangerous plane, but also because of her. Spending the rest of my life with her would have been a huge mistake. She wasn't good enough for me. She didn't deserve someone who could think for themself like me. She was beautiful and kind, yes, but also in her own way very ugly (on the inside) and selfish. I felt excitement course through my body as I walked back inside.
I started playing air guitar right there in the airport, I was so excited. I didn't care who was looking at me. I was free! I rocked the fuck out.
I watched the plane take off. I could see my girlfriend looking out the winow, probably regretting letting me walk out of her life, wishing she had got off that plane with me. I gave her the finger. It was only after the plane had flown away that I realized she'd been sitting on the other side of the aisle and the girl I'd been flicking off must have been soemone else. Still, the intent was the same.
I decided I'll make up with Thames. What the Hell! He's not such a bad guy. Maybe I can even stop him sliding down the slipperly slide of drug addiction. I'll even hang out with Mad Dave and Ed-Legs. It's better than being shot in the neck and legs just for helping a child.
And I can't fucking wait to see The Avengers!
It all started early in the morning when I went round to my girlfriend's ready to set off. She was having an emotional goodbye with her family. She should have done it before I got there, it was kind of embarrassing having to stand there watching it. I was starting to get worried that we'd miss our flight when finally she stopped hugging and crying and was ready to go.
She didn't say much on the journey to the airport. She looked really nervous, and a few times she turned to me like she had something to say but couldn't quite get it out. I told her not to worry, it would be perfectly safe and we'd be closer than ever once we get there. She nearly started crying. But I could tell she felt safer having me with her.
We checked in at the airport then sat down to wait with some other people from the church. This was when things started to go bad. There was a guy there with a beard who my girlfriend has known for years. She went and talked to him privately for a few minutes and I saw her looking over at me several times. I wondered what was going on. I guess she was just telling him how important it was to her that I was going too. Then he came back over. He asked how I was feeling about the trip. I said I felt great! He asked if I was not worried about the danger. I laughed and said it was obviously exaggerated. He looked serious, underneath his beard, and told me that wasn't the case. He said some pretty fucked up shit (he actually used those words!) has happened over there. He told me of a guy he knew who went over there and working with sick children. One day he was smiling and laughing with the children, when a car drove by and shot him in the neck for no reason. I felt nervous about the trip for the first time. Maybe if there had been a reason for the shooting it wouldn't have been bad. If he'd done something wrong to the children it would be something I could avoid doing. But for no reason? That didn't sit right.
Beard man continuined telling me horror stories. He told me one time how a whole group of four or five aids workers were all shot in the legs (I don't know why it was in the legs) by a farmer for standing too close to his farm. This worried me. I'd thought there would be safety in numbers. It was like the stories were designed to terrify me, almost. Still, I appreciated him being honest with me. I looked at my girlfriend and she said "it's worth it to help people, isn't it? I know that's why you're going." I nodded, but my insides were churning with doubt.
These thoughts went through my head as we walked to the plane. Was it worth going to such a dangerous place or was it madness? Was the help we could do really worth being shot in the legs or worse the neck? I started thinking about how I've done a lot of good charity work in my home town over the years. And I looked at my precious, fragile girlfriend and wondered if she knew what she was getting herself into. I wondered if it was her faith in God (I know she says she doesn't care one way or another, but there's always been the suspicion that she's a secret believer) was compelling her to take this crazy risk. For myself it had been LOVE that had spurred me on, but now I was finally thinking about it in a cold, rational way (like Richard Dawkings would) at last and I had concerns.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a coward. It wasn't just my personal saftey, it was the risk factor. Taking stupid risks for little reward is not smart. Sure if the risks had just been a broken arm or something, it would be worth helping people. But I had to weigh things up. I'd tried to talk my girlfriend out of the trip before, remember, and suddenly I felt I had to try one more time. I was thinking of her safety as much as my own.
As we sat down on the plane, I confronted her. I asked her if she'd really thought this through. To her credit, she remained clam. She's such a little trooper. She said she'd been sure she wanted to do this for a long time. I turned to beard man (he was sitting behind us) and asked him if more things had happened than just shootings, like cannibalism and rape. He confirmed that they have. I turned back to my girlfriend and said "how can you still want to go!" I was getting angry and panicky now. Not for myself, for her. It wasn't because I was worried that I'd be eaten then raped by hungry villagers, but that she would. In fact, I think I was having a full on panic attack. I've had them before, but never this bad. I felt I was having a suffocating heart attack. I had to get off that plane, my brain thought!
She asked if I was okay and said it wasn't too late for me to change my mind and not go. I felt such relief when she said that. She had seen sense. I felt the panic attack begin to fade almost instantly (but it would have come back if I hadn't got off the plane quick.) I turned to beard man and thanked him for talking sense into her. I said I was so happy that she'd decided not to go and that we could be together and do charity work in town and maybe even open up our own soap kitchen together.
That was when she told me she was still going.
I was stunned. How could she go without me!? We'd be apart! That wasn't what she wanted! I wanted to grab her and drag her off the plane with me. Instead I asked her straight out, once and for all what was more important to her: her relationship with me or helping foreigners who might have guns.
She said the charity work was the most important thing.
I was utterly stunned. I turned to beard man and asked if he could believe this shit. He said if I wanted off the plane I better be quick. This was a good pont. I gave my girlfriend one last chance. I asked her if she was thinking straight, if she really meant it. I said if she loved me she would get off the plane with me right now.
She said she was staying put.
Was she lying to protect me? I didn't know. But I wasn't going to sit around to find out. I stood up and shouted at the stewardess "LET ME OFF THIS PLANE." She told me to calm down. I said "I NEED TO GET OFF". The panic was coming back. I said even if we'd started take off the pilot had to reverse it NOW. She said people were still boarding the plane and if I wanted to leave I could and if I didn't stop shouting they'd kick me off anyway. I thanked her and left. As I walked I realized I hadn't looked back at my girlfriend once. I realized I didn't even want to.
As I walked down the steps I came to the conclusion that I was so much better off without her. Even if she had been lying to protect me, it still proved that she didn't love me. I would NEVER willingly part from her. The only reason I'd got off that plane was because of practical reasons like the seemingly high risk of death and my panic attack. The fact that she hadn't gotten off with me PROVED that she didn't love me properly. That she really did love helping others more. It made me sick. She'd always taken orders from so called "higher powers": God, her father, her bitch friends, the church, charities. She was not an independant person like me.
And, as I walked towards the terminal, I smiled. I knew I'd just had a damn lucky escape. Getting on that plane would have been the biggest mistake of my life. Not just because of the risk in going to that dangerous plane, but also because of her. Spending the rest of my life with her would have been a huge mistake. She wasn't good enough for me. She didn't deserve someone who could think for themself like me. She was beautiful and kind, yes, but also in her own way very ugly (on the inside) and selfish. I felt excitement course through my body as I walked back inside.
I started playing air guitar right there in the airport, I was so excited. I didn't care who was looking at me. I was free! I rocked the fuck out.
I watched the plane take off. I could see my girlfriend looking out the winow, probably regretting letting me walk out of her life, wishing she had got off that plane with me. I gave her the finger. It was only after the plane had flown away that I realized she'd been sitting on the other side of the aisle and the girl I'd been flicking off must have been soemone else. Still, the intent was the same.
I decided I'll make up with Thames. What the Hell! He's not such a bad guy. Maybe I can even stop him sliding down the slipperly slide of drug addiction. I'll even hang out with Mad Dave and Ed-Legs. It's better than being shot in the neck and legs just for helping a child.
And I can't fucking wait to see The Avengers!
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