Argh.

Yay, Boueibu season 2 has started.

....and in comparison to season 1, it looks like they’ve lost some of the subtlety. Yes, Season 1 was them being subtle.

This is going to be an experience.

I see this combined with the post just before this  :

crystal-caper: “I’m also trying to imagine a rotten vs rivet scenario but nothing is happening all I see is two dudes falling asleep on the ground instead. “

Then Esport and Sportacus come across the two sleeping Robbies, who have slightly cuddled up to each other in their sleep. Sportacus is all "Aww, and they look so content! I'm glad Robbie's got a new friend. I'll have to think of something quiet for everyone to do so they can get some rest."

Esport: Suddenly needs to go to his airship to ... uh, get in a workout so he can beat Sportacus in their next match. Yeah. It's got nothing to do with needing a cold shower and why are you bringing up twin fantasies?! Just because that oddly charming yet annoying do-gooder he's dating is currently curled up with his identical yet naughtier counterpart, does not mean there are are any fantasies going on here! It's about making sure he beats the pants off that sickening, watered-down, goody-two-shoes fake copy of his in their next competiton!

He's going to win big, so big that even that nerd of his will act as impressed he's supposed to be! And the nerd's double! They'll come running up, telling him how amazing he is, two pairs of creamy-pale hands running over his muscles, awestrck by the power they contain and... and...

So yes, two sports elves come across a pair of sleeping Robbies. The elf in blue greets the sight with soft, fond smile. The elf in red stands shock-still for an instant, cheeks slightly reddening before whirling around announcing that he needs to bench press something.

Rivet hands rotten a bottle of melatonin. rotten cries because he can finally fucjign sleep

Finally world peace achieved. Both of them can just nap in peace and temporarily ignore their sports elves. ((Rivet is 100% sure sportacus can handle his hell goblin. ))

Well it can’t be called an FAQ...

More a combination of OAQ, possibly RAQ and ANAQ...

Occasionally Asked Question, Rarely Asked Question and Almost Never Asked Question.

Rare/Occasional: Gnarynhar?

Well, my preferred handle of Thordis is usually taken. Most people then go for adding a number, but, I just don’t like that, I need something I can resonate to, and a number just doesn’t work for me. I have sometimes used AusThordis, but that feels like too much work.

And Gnarynhar is easier?!

Well, no. (It is one letter shorter though!) And it’s a couple of noises of frustration put together, slightly altered and put into letters, but it’s something I made myself, so the resonance I want is there. Usually shortened to Gnar or Gnary by others,,,, it is a bit of a mess to type, I know. The ‘G’ is, well sort of silent, it’s there to twist your mouth as you pronounce the ‘n’ to get the right sound. Nyarr-nn-haarr.

Not easy to spell, not easy to remember, not even my first choice. But it’s mine, and... at least it’s never taken.

Almost Never: Professional Crazy?

I am on a disability support pension, heck I qualified for it back when I was, frankly, better than I am right now. I reason it out thusly: I am crazy. I get money for being crazy. Therefore I am a professional crazy.

My psychiatrist has said I’m not crazy, and I’m not saying having OCD = being crazy. In the end, it’s how I choose to self identify. Read Mara Wilson's article on OCD on Cracked.com Point 2 is where this comes into play.

Looking back into my childhood before the OCD developed, I can see at least one thing I did and say “Yeah, that was OCD right there.” But beyond that, I was always that extra bit different from other kids my age. Hitting (and mostly finishing puberty in primary school rather than in high school like everyone else also contributed to some of my quirks.)

Also, I seem to approach some things differently than most people. I took psychology as an elective in high school, and when I left high school, in the adult ed classes I took as an alternative. I’d be saying something in class, and the teacher was always cutting me off, saying I was off topic.

As far as I was concerned I was on topic, she just never let me finish, so I could show what I was saying did tie into the discussion. I was just approaching things from such an oblique angle, no-one saw the connection I was trying to make.

Plus my social skills were never the best, and towards the end of primary school I was starting to isolate myself. Then in high school, well my friends all went to a different school, and I was left with a combination of people I knew from primary school and didn’t get along with, mixed with strangers that mostly wanted to pick on me. I didn’t have friends in high school, I had acquaintances that occasionally weren’t interested in making my life hell.

So what little social skills I had atrophied, and as I moved closer and closer to my current housebound state, they withered even further. I see myself not only as an introvert, but shy. And for many years I really was. My classmates in TAFE did not see things the same way. But that’s because if I do feel comfortable enough to start a conversation, I tend to verbally hold people down and talk at them until they run away or beg for mercy.

Social interaction is important, Terry Pratchett put it something like “people need to be bounced around by the Brownian motion of society”. I, barely even watch tv anymore.

Roping that tangent back to it’s origin of crazy. It’s also a shorthand I use with my family. Anything related back to my OCD, requests, restrictions, explanations, instead of a long, frustrating explanation they know they’ll never fully ‘get’, it’s easier to just say “It’s a crazy thing.” and move on.

Sometimes it’s more of a discussion, with them offering suggestions, most of the time, I’ve already considered what’s been brought up. Other times, they can add that little piece I’m missing.... for a problem that by all rights shouldn’t exist. -I feel ‘crazy’ is an apt term.

I start with a simple question, and I produce another stream-of-consciousness wall-of-text attack. At least I paragraph it? ....time to look up how to put this under a cut.

Biting the bullet.

Okay, my first tumblr. Whether this turns out to be a echoing wasteland or a den of endless reposts remains to be seen.

Inspired by this awesome post.

Oh for fuck’s sake....

Why is every sci-fi game I play always end with having to sacrifice yourself, or everything was pointless and humanity as whole gets fucked over or be forced to watch as the main character fucks over humanity because they’re being duped or just because they can’t think rationally for 1 minute and realise they’re being total idiots.

Okay, as technology improves, things get easier- but why is it that the biggest morons always end up in space, deciding the fate of all life on Earth?!

Sometimes the randomest stuff just sticks with you.

In this case, a sentence from a stranger making a comment to himself in a supermarket. “Can’t skimp on the dunny paper.”

It was, what, 15, 20? (or more?) years ago. I don’t remember what he looked like, nor the sound of his voice, (or really, anything else about that trip), but once upon a time, on a ski holiday with the family, in Mansfield, in the supermarket while were picking up some groceries, I overhead something apparently so profound that it and the location are etched into my memory.

Whoops

Forgot to post an update. Livejournal support was actually quite quick in responding to me, and very helpful. It ultimately involved me having to mess around with photobucket, to post something for them to use a verificaton, but I regained access of my LJ account Sep 4th, 2021. Considering it’s now Jan, 2022, just goes to show how infrequently I post stuff,

Nobody cares about your dream

But writing it down so I remember it.

Okay, tv show.... opening scene is some muscular guy with slicked-back teal hair standing outside of building getting admiring looks. That building is apparently the front exit of a spaceport (that’s right in the middle of the city in an area with lots of foot traffic) and he is an alien.

Okay, now alien and military guy are sitting in the audience of a sporting event we never see. Military guy is telling alien dude (who is some sort of ... goodwill ambassadorliaison from the aliens?) is being told he wil**l not **be going to the far-off space battlefront, he’s too valuable to risk or some-such and instead must stay here and be forced to compete in the Olympics.

Alien guy (what happened to the teal hair btw, why does he now have a big brown afro?) protests, he’s from a warrior people/been trained as a warrior etc etc,. Military guy is “this is from higher up, no fighting it.” Alien guy is not happy with this.

Next scene, alien is ... visiting with a random family. Oh? Family of some human friend he has, who’s off fighting somewhere. Wait,... what? Why? And why is his hair now the horrible afro only with bits shaved out of it?

Anyway, he’s catching up with them -never-mind how the hell he’s supposed to know them- when they’re interrupted by the tv - some sort of emergency (attack? robbers? fire? brain, you wanna put in some details? No? Okay)

So some sort of emergency, presumably with Bad Guys...huh alien guy is having some sort of fit... annd now he’s turned into a sort of gold-coloured lion-styled superhero. (I like the mask.... is that supposed to be a mask? It’s his face? Okay) Now he’s put his hands together and is firing some sort of energy at the woman who turn into something similar. The guy with them them who is ...not part of the family, but some sort of military liaison//minder for alien guy has freaked out and pulled a gun. Woman protests that’s she’s fine, let him him do his thing dude. And the gun goes away and guy is energy beamed into some sort of blue cat styled superhero.

Before they depart to kick ass, they need to know more. Alien lion now has a sword and.... is this Thundercats but meddled with so much by tv execs who know nothing about it so that’s not even related to the original anymore? I think it is, because he’s doing the eye of Thundara bit, only without the speech, the sword is horizontal and he’s looking into some sort of glowing eyepiece.on it.

Dream ends before they can head out. That’s REM cycles for you. Overall, a very 90′s low-budget tv series feel to it, and sort of a ‘re-imagined’ Thundercats thing meddled with by execs, marketing, sales, producers and so forth who all know nothing about Thundercats and/or never knew about that bit in the first place that it’s been turned into classic 90′s generic superhero dreck.

Brain:”But would you watch it?” Well, I do love that crap, so I’d probably give it a few eps at the least to see where it goes.