Archive for February, 2005
February 8, 2005 at 5:04 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
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Are you being heard? Am I?
I’ve been blogging for a long time. I have online jounals dating back to 1999. That means I’m going on six years. Never in my life have I received so much feedback on my site. Never so much have I felt like I’m not really being read.
It’s not the huge amounts of people that visit my site that never comment. It’s not all the people who have subscribed to me that have never commented.
It’s the people who come to my site and comment, but have obviously not even taken the effort to read anything, and don’t even have the courtesy to say something that is remotely related to what I have written. Never before have I seen such a blatant display of flippancy.
In the beginning it was kind of funny. In the beginning, it was almost flattering that people were spamming me with “lol” and “random propz”. Now, it makes me kind of sad.
Its hard to ignore the non readers.
Why does this make me sad? This makes me sad because I feel like the quality of my writing has been diminishing. This makes me sad because I feel as if I have been dumbing down my posts in order to appeal to a larger amount of people (all so I can be heard) and in the meantime, losing what I cherished the most in my blogging: knowledge, and my message.
At one point I remember actually SAYING something. I don’t anymore.
And why? For the prepubescent girls that come to my site that TypE LiKE Dis? for the illiterates that come to my site, look at the pictures and think that they can gather my thoughts by what I display through stick figures?
Why do I feel like I need to write stupidly so that I can upkeep my epopularity and appeal to a larger audience, when that larger audience is almost completely comprised with people that I don’t respect and think are idiots?
I’m looking for that one person who will hear me
Listen to me! Hear what I’m saying!
Only, in order to reach that person, in order to increase my popularity in the hopes that someone who understands me will come across my site, I’ve stopped saying anything.
The irony is staggering.
Why post anything at all, if I have nothing to say?
I’ve been blinded by things lately, like hits, and featured content, and comments.
I’ve changed.
Blog habits that bother me
It’s these people who are causing me to feel the way I am
People like this girl,who spam my site with things like this and expect me to actually treat them with respect:
I happened to reply back that I didn’t want to vote and that I felt that “appreciation props” were retarded, and that she should come back to my site when she decided she had something to say that was worthwhile. Then she had the nerve to tell me that I was rude. Me? Rude? At least I was treating her like an individual human being.
On the contrary, I believe it is she who was quite rude. She didn’t even take a moment to read the bold print on my entry and make a lame comment to some effect that made me feel like she had even seen my writing.
That, my friend, is rude.
Next time, read my shit.
//edit. This girl called me a hypocrite because I replied to her site and “didn’t read it”. The entry in question was entirely about voting for her site and I said something to the effect that I thought it would be a waste of time to vote for her site. If that’s not on topic, I don’t know what is. 
NO EPROPS FOR YOU, BITCH!
This is for you, illiterate bitches.
Anyhow, I’m feeling angry and rather disillusioned about all this at the moment and don’t really feel this blog stuff. I feel like I may blog again tomorrow, or I may never blog again… I don’t know. We’ll see what happens.
I know one thing for sure. If I blog again, I’ll make sure it’s quality and not quantity.
Thank you to those that truly read.
For those of you who have noticed the decrease in my writing quality, I apologize. I’m slowly trying to bring back my old self.
Love,
Kim
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p.s. my genius friend HOANG just got a xanga. i really want to find out what he has to say about things, so please, give him eprops for encouragement.
p.p.s. i’m guilty of not commenting well at times too, but from now on im making an effort to do better. also, this entry is geared towards people who write “random propz” or “prop me back” or some other copy pasted reply … if you don’t do that, you’re pretty much safe from my wrath.
February 7, 2005 at 5:12 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
It’s a BAT-TOOOOOOOH!
When I was little my good friend and I used to get really bored and pretend that we were freestyle artists. It was fun, trying to come up with something right there, whatever is on your mind. It didn’t always make sense, but it helped me learn how to use words more quickly.
Every once in a while, I would think of one so good I had to write it down. I love writing poetry or lyrics off the top of my head because I feel like, in a way, it’s more true, more pure.
I’m not trying to say that I was actually GOOD at it or anything, but… there’s really something special in my heart for poetry or lyrics that i’ve written off the top of my head without ever editing it
One such example of a poem that just flew from my fingers without stopping is this one:
Oh shit, fantacular as the MANtacular walks by/ I cry/ almost said bye bye / let him fly by/ but was sighed / a “don’t try to lie or fake your high/ just settle down your little frown/ let me love ya as the sun goes down”/ obstruction of the construction that was created for a good fuck-tion/ let me show you the true love story/ the old allegory / of unconditional care/ multi-dimensional pair/ connection on a different level/ bevel/ wake up make up disheveled/ Extensional is the forensical musical lair/ that holds the truth and beginning of the rather untypical pair/ up the stair do dare explore the meaning of sparing care/ but it dont matter cuz the splatter that shattes/ the dreams of little babies occured like rabies/ wild and daring crazy like maybe/ I want to/ bite you/ fight you/ spite you/ fuck you / stuff you / love you/ kiss you/ hold you/ miss you.
Battoh gear.
What is the first thing that is flowing out of your mind? right now? Doesn’t have to be poetry… =]
Love,
Kim
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February 6, 2005 at 5:18 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
SuperBOWL! Black VS. HelloKitty
Those of you that know me, know that I do not keep up with sports a lot. But even I, the sportless Kim pays attention to the superbowl. That is why, in the middle of the superbowl I am giving my play by play analysis of the game.
Today’s players:
Black Bowl
Hello Kitty Bowl
They appear to be very evenly matched. One, cute and sassy, the other one chiq and sophisticated.
Let’s see what happens.
First Play
Looks like it’s gonna be a close match guys. Both teams are really aiming for that orange! OOOOOHHHHH CRAP! GOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!! Hello Kitty gets it in and the crowd goes WILD!!
First Point Replay
Break
Here’s a shot of the player’s friends and family: All decked out in team colors!
Family
Second Play
The competition is fierce now. What is black gonna do? Uh oh.. uh oh… They’re getting closer. OH! I have NEVER seen a COVER like that! Man, what an exciting game this is turning out to be.
Hello Kitty
WOW, This game is turning out to be really exciting! I am going to start to watch and stop blogging about it. SO…. it’s time for YOU to tell me…
Who do you think is gonna win?!
February 5, 2005 at 7:39 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
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Great Expectations
“Expectations are the root of disappointment”
I read that somewhere recently on a black blog in red letters. It struck me as trite but the idea has stuck to me somehow.
And now I have this indescribable urge to write about it. So call me trite if you will, but let me continue…
Valentines day I believe that every year on valentines day, the sentiment of expectations being the root of disappointment is fully explored, not only by disappointed people in relationships, but also by singles.
People In Relationships
This goes without saying. I mean, this is pretty obvious — people (especially girls) expect a big to-do from their ‘boo’ on Valentine’s day and are subsequently disappointed when this doesn’t happen.
I’ve been a victim to that situation myself.
A long long time ago, the first time I had a boyfriend on Valentines day, I spent the whole day making 2 dozen chocolate hershey kiss roses and baking a huge amount heart, star, and moon shaped sugar cookies coverd in pink red and white sprinkles. I still have the sprinkles.
I arrived at his house exicted and full of expectations of what the night had in store… Only to spend a good portion of the night sitting in his room watching him play the Warcraft3 beta that I had given him only 2 days before.
Since, I’ve learned to understand that life is better lived when you don’t have expectations of grandeur.
What many girls (and I) sometimes fail to realize is that despite all of the media hype, a celebration of your relationship and a celebration of your love can happen any day, it doesn’t have to be a special day, and especially not a day designated by society as a day of ‘love’. What makes that day more special than any other day? Especially if it doesn’t have any significance to you?
And despite what happened on that valentines day, I had many, many beautiful memories with that boy that are not attached to any pieces of media hype.
Still, it’s hard to not be swept up by all the things on television.
Singles
Harder still, I think is life on singles during the time of this holiday.
Though Valentine’s day has jokingly been called “Singles Appreciation Day” aka “S.A.D.”, it’s not hard to see why.
Even the people on television who are fake single act lonely on Valentine’s day. The hype starts as soon as February begins and all the TV stations begin airing “romantic episodes” of shows and commercials become sappy and lovey dovey, and images of diamonds, chocolate, flowers and teddy bears are all over everything that you see.
You see it all the time on TV shows, people scrambling for valentines.. like Friends, Sex and the City, to name a couple.
All of a sudden, it’s not even your own expectations that are causing you disappointment.
It’s society’s expectations.
It’s hard enough dealing with the shit you put on yourself, but put that with the pressure that society puts on you to have a significant other or at least someone to share the night with on the 14th, you begin to get desparate.
You start looking for any bitch that might spend time with you on that night (remember Chandler and Janice on Friends?), doesn’t matter how much he/she shit on your heart or if you cared for him/her at all. Who cares? As long as you have something to show for that night, to fulfill society’s expectation that everybody needs a valentine to be happy.
Now, this isn’t a rail against those people who DO do something romantic on Valentines day. I think it’s cool to plan ahead and do something amazing for each other, etc etc. I think it really shows a person’s dedication if they try to make an amazing night.
I don’t diss the celebration of love. I think any celebration of love is beautiful. I think that couples should celebrate their love more often than one day a year… that people should always be thinking of ways to make their significant others smile.
I even think valentines day is fun to celebrate.
My question is, what is the urge that causes us to want to do it on the same day? Is there some kind of psychological thrill that people get from knowing that there’s millions of other people enjoying their love, while still more are suffering because of it?
Why does our society, our media, our heart (even my heart…) build up so much expectation and anticipation for a day that, really, doesn’t even have very much significance?
. A good answer for me and I will give you a cookie
Love,
Kim
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February 4, 2005 at 5:58 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Kim = Sick
post.script. Just got back from the doctor.
I have pneumonia!
YAY!
Jump for JOY
post.post.script. give me eprops for health.
post.post.post.script. i
February 3, 2005 at 5:05 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
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Internet Impersonations
Finally, a serious topic.
What is it about the relative anonymity and largeness of the Internet that makes people believe they can get away with using someone else’s picture as a mask or, in my eyes even worse, blatant plagiarism.
I mean, seriously, even considering the gigantic size of the internet, with the speed at which information travels, it is possibly EASIER now to catch these imposters that are trying to do these heinous crimes.
Maybe it’s just me.
You might be wondering what has caused me to go into this self-righteous tirade… So let me tell you.
Yesterday, not once, but TWICE I got notice of two different people using something that was MOST DEFINATELY mine and calling it their own.
Case Example #1
‘REIKO’ aka MMORPG imposter – FFXI
A couple months back I had a friend IM me out of nowhere after 3 years of not talking to me to ask if I played FFXI (Final Fantasy XI). Of course, I replied truthfully, “No.”
“Weird. I think someone’s using your picture on this forum.”
“WHAAAT?”– After seeing this, I immediately signed up for the forum, wrote a note on the page and notified the administrators. The picture was taken away.
Case Example #2
‘REIKO’ aka MMORPG imposter (AGAIN!) – WOW
Yesterday I got an IM from someone I didn’t know. They said something along the lines of “Do you play WoW?” Again, I replied truthfully, “No.”
“Weird. I think someone’s using your picture on this forum.”
“WHAAAT?”
Ok, I really don’t know what I can do at this point. I want to do something evil, but there’s no way that I can find this girl. It makes me wonder how many MMORPG sites I’m actually on.
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Case Example #3
Give her 0 e-props.
It’s funny, because I got notification that there was somebody out there who had a post that was remarkably similar to my “Kim’s Socially correct Greetings”.
Remember this post anybody? it was only like, last week.
So anyhow, I went to this site, and lo and behold!!
All look same!
Well, not exactly, she actually took the time to get rid of the “Kim” part, and she also added another, 7th greeting (a TOTALLY ugly imitation of my beautiful stick figures, I might add) with the tree to boot.
However, as i read and re-read this entry, there was no sign anywhere of crediting me as the original author. So sad, but true.
The funny part was that the images themselves were still directly linked from my server. So, being the passive agressive bitch I am, instead of actually confronting her about it, I decided to play a little game I call “How many times a day does she look at her site?
I replaced ALL the images that were being taken (Wow, she was even using bandwidth that I pay for!)… So the site ended up looking something like this:
Oh yeah baby. Divine retribution. Revenge = Sweet.
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The funny thing is, right afterwards, she tried to make nice with me by commenting with this:
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oops sry for not crediting at the end of my post, didn’t really think of it at the time…anyways, how’d you make those gifs? i was thinking flash, but i’m so computer illiterate i wouldn’t know one program from another..haha
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…right. She had the time to think of taking my name off, and to add another greeting and DRAW it, but she didn’t think of crediting me? Ha.
Likely story. Really, how stupid does she think I am?
Sorry, biatch! No eprops for you!
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Today’s question: Has this shit ever happened to you? Stories!
Good ones will be put up, and you will be linked!
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In other news… Check out this awesome new sex product for ridiculously lazy people:
Lazy People Sex
NOT SAFE FOR WORK!
Love,
Kim
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February 2, 2005 at 5:03 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
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Kim = Pervert since childhood?
I prefer the word “Genius”
Since even many of my “old” readers haven’t known me for very long, and almost nobody I know knows me from childhood, I thought I would share with you guys a glimpse of what I was like when I was a kid. I have some pretty funny ass stories from childhood, so expect more in the future.
LET ME WARN YOU! I was a weird kid.
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So, today’s story is about a game I created as a child at Rosemary Elementary School in fourth grade. The greatest game of all time:
Butt Tag
EST 1992
Here’s the premise of butt tag:
Instead of tagging people like normal, as the name indicates, you have to tag them on the butt. BUT! The thing is, it has to be a full butt slap, not just a brush against their ass.
There are a few rules:
1. Base is anywhere. You must squat with your butt on the floor for base. You can only be in “base” position for 5 seconds. Otherwise, your ass is mine.
2. “It” is first chosen by height.
3. As soon as “It” tags the next person, “It” has to sit down on base — because there ARE tagbacks.
In case you are still confused, here are a couple illustrations demonstrating the playing of butt tag.
Game Premise
Base
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is BUTT TAG.
Feel free to introduce this game and play it with your friends.
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A word of warning, though. You may not want to play this on elementary school grounds (especially if you’re an adult) because this is what happened to me about a week after I started butt tag. 
“This game is inappropriate behavior!”
P.S. To the
person who did this when I was in the bathroom… You’re gonna get it GOOOOD next time.
Love,
Kim
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February 1, 2005 at 5:46 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
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Kim’s Greatest Invention Idea
The other day I read somewhere that the reason for the increase of great big fat asses (you know, the kind that knocks shit over when you’re walking) is because these days everyone has desk jobs.
This might seem trivial to you, but it really is a problem! You see, because we sit for 8 hours a day, the fat in our body tends to slide and settle to the lowest, closest point. This being our ass.
This information scared me to no end. The following is a true documentation of what I (as a programmer) will look like in 10 years if something is not done:
While panicking about the demise of my body, a few thoughts occured to me:
1. I already have a fat ass
2. What if I made it so that the fat went somewhere else?
3. What if I made it so that the fat went to my titties?
This created a chain reaction in my brain which lead me to come up with my most marvelous idea EVER.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you:
THE TITTY CHAIR
As you can see, the chair is tilted forward and there are holes where the torso should be to help encourage fat cell movement to the titty area.
Here is an example of how the chair would look in use.
As you can see in the photos above, the results of my chair are astounding! Satisfaction guaranteed.
Preorders anybody?
Love,
Kim
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