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Random stuff and a fun story!
2002-10-17 12:52:38
Got the new Freternia cd in the mail today.. Oh my god, this is one of the fucking coolest cds I've bought in a LONG while. Expect an mp3 or 3 up tomarrow, when I get my cable modem back.
Also.. found some free hosting, but I've gotta be REAL careful to not bog down the server, or it'll get shut down.. what I'm gonna do is slowly release videos, one at a time or something. I'll figure that out a bit later.
now, the story: I was incredibly bored last night, and feeling a strong urge to rant about something incredibly stupid, I imagined the trix rabbit, and how stupid I thought he really was. Onto the story.
This post contains that of extreeme violence and may very well be offensive to some people. Read at your own risk.
"Silly Rabbit! Trix are for kids!" The words kept repeating over and over again in his mind. Those damned children, holding a bowl of Trix, just out of reach, offering spoonful after spoonful before ripping them away and stuffing their greedy little faces. "Silly Rabbit, Trix are for kids!" they'd constantly recite. So close, yet so far. He just wanted one bowl of the fruity flavored cereal. He needed his fix. He'd do anything for it. Just one, lousy bowl.
"Augh!" The Rabbit woke up in a cold sweat. This is how he started every morning, the same re-occurring nightmare, day in and day out. He reached for his handkerchief that he causally placed on his bedside table the night before. Fumbling around with no luck, he muttered to himself, "Did those little fuckers get that TOO?" Eventually he found what he was looking for. He sat up and wiped off his brow.
The rabbit made his way to the kitchen, the same kitchen he'd had for 30 years now. Dull, boring, flavorless wallpaper hung in shambles in the unkempt rabbit hole. Empty boxes of oatmeal were strewn about, dishes lay dormant in the sink. He turned on the fluorescent lighting, and noticed several cockroaches scurrying about. He cringed as he made his way to the cupboard, where the door lay half off its hinges. He reached for a box of brown sugar oatmeal. Empty. He tried the Apple Cinnamon. Empty. Finally, he reached for the plain oatmeal. One pack left. He prepared it as usual, stirring it mindlessly as the sludge grew thick and pasty.
Sitting down at the table, he continued to stir the oatmeal, staring off into space, contemplating who knows what. He took the spoon to his lips, but could not force the food into his mouth. Who knows how long he sat there, motionless, oatmeal inches from his mouth. If you listened close enough, you could almost hear the snapping sound from inside his head. He threw the spoon away and poured the oatmeal over his head, threw the bowl against the wall, shattering it to pieces. In a fit of rage, he upturned the table and slammed it against the wall. The cupboard door came off its hinges and fell on his foot. Lost in a blinding fit of rage, the Rabbit proceeded to pound the walls until his knuckles bled. Deep crimson red spread over the wall paper. It was the only color the kitchen walls had seen in years. He sank down to the floor and buried his face in his knees and sobbed for hours.
The kids were out and about playing soccer in the field, and for some unbeknownst reason, seemed to all carry a box of Trix. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and everything was vibrant and full of color. After every goal scored, a 'Trix time out' was called. The kids would enjoy their delicious sugar coated fruity cereal, all the time wondering if the Rabbit would show up. Oh what fun the Rabbit was. So silly! If only he'd ASK for some Trix, the children would be HAPPY to share their breakfast treat. But it was just as much fun to try and catch him in his silly disguises.
They remembered one afternoon, when they were snowboarding, the Rabbit had dressed up as a snowman to try to get their Trix. It almost worked too, for if little Billy Joe didn't come over that ramp and knock the snowman's head clean off with the snowboard, the Rabbit may have very well gotten off with those Trix!!
The Rabbit had made up his mind. This is his day. He would get Trix. Those little monsters wouldn't stand in his way anymore. They wouldn't hold him back from getting what was rightfully his. He had a plan, and where he had failed before, here he would succeed.
The Rabbit went to his room and opened the bottom drawer of his dresser, and pulled out his supercharged automatic custom nail gun. "Those bastards are going to suffer if they get in my way again. N0... they're going to suffer anyway, I'll be sure of it." He said to himself as he turned off the safety and cocked the gun. He made his way for the exit to the world. No disguise this time. Just him, his gun, and all of those living corpses.
He made his way quickly to the soccer field where he knew the kids gathered every morning to play soccer. As he approached, the children took notice and stopped their game. All began to smile and laugh, while a few started pouring bowls of fruity goodness. The look on the Rabbits face did not catch their attention, nor did the nail gun he was toting. Little Billy Joe ran up to greet him, saying "Silly Rabbit! We can see right through your disguise!"
The Rabbit stopped dead in his tracks, not even looking little Billy Joe in the eyes, but rather staring into the horizon. "Give me the Trix, you little fucker." Billy Joe, while puzzled at the use of profanity, managed to stammer out "S-silly R-rabbit"; Trix are for..” BLAM BLAM BLAM was the deafening roar from the nail gun the children heard next. Little Billy Joes body was torn apart by the sheer force of the nails exiting the gun. They stuck in his body like pins in a pin cushion while his body still twitched.
The children all looked on in horror at what they had just seen. Could this really be the fun loving Rabbit that would always try to trick them out of their breakfast cereal? If he had just asked! Now, now look what he had done to little Billy Joe! None of them could move as fear held its grip. What would become of them? Just as all of these thoughts had entered their minds, the Rabbit opened fire again, unleashing hell upon the field. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU MADE ME DO THIS! I HATE YOU ALL YOU LITTLE MONSTERS! WHY COULDNT YOU JUST SHARE? EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU HAD A BOX OF SWEET, DELICIOUS TRIX, AND NONE OF YOU EVER EVEN OFFERED ME ANYTHING! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT RABBIT HATING BIGOTS, BUT NOW, NOW YOU ALL DIE! SEE YOU IN HELL, MOTHER FUCKERS!"
When all was said and done, and the rabbit was out of nails to fire, bodies were strewn across the field, and the land was stained red the likes of which would probably never wash out. The smell of blood filled the air, as the nail gun kept spinning. The Rabbits voice was a slowly dying scream as the last bit of air exited his lungs. Corpses with the look of horror laid on the ground, and one could swear they were still trying to get away. Some children had been nailed against nearby trees, some of them still breathing. They would surely die soon enough.
The Rabbit looked out on the field, surveying his kills. He seemed content, but a stern look still masked his face. One dying child crawled up to him, grabbed his leg, and looked up at him. The child pleaded "Why?"
"Because I can." Was the Rabbits answer before bludgeoning the child's head with the nail gun. Finally. Finally Trix would be his. There was nothing that stood between him and the sweet, fruity morsels. The stench of death would make his first bite all the sweeter. Victory was in his grasp. He reached out to the nearest box with trembling hands. He picked it up and stroked it lovingly. "Mine, all mine." He repeated to himself, shedding a tear of happiness.
His ears caught the sound of a snapping twig behind him. He stopped and stood up-right, but he did not turn around. "Silly Rabbit. Trix are for kids." Came a voice so icy cold, it could be contained by one type. The Rabbit turned around. He was right. A Goth. She stood only 4' in height, dressed in all black, with jet black hair down to her shoulders, light skin indicating the sun was a foreign to her as sanity to the Rabbit. "Silly RABBIT.", she repeated, "TRIX are for KIDS."
The Rabbit cringed, "SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP!!", he screamed as he dove for his nail gun. Quickly he remembered it was out of ammo, and instead started bashing the Goth Girl. She eventually fell over in a heap of blood. The Rabbit turned around, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Silly Rabbit." Cold sweat started forming on his brow now. She was dead. He killed her, just like he killed all of the other children. How could she still be alive? He faced her again. The Goth Girl had a stupid grin on her face as she ran her tongue across her lips, licking off the blood. "Trix are for kids." The Rabbit lunged at her, knocking them both over. He sat on her chest and punched her while she laughed like a lunatic. The Rabbit punched until she fell silent and limp. He stood up and started walking back towards the Trix. It didnt matter anymore. She could get up again and he would not care. He would merely eat the Trix.
"Silly Rabbit," The Rabbit stopped dead in his tracks. She couldnt be. Why was she saying that. Why wouldnt she shut up? Why cant he get his Trix? Why? He turned around. "WHY WONT YOU DIE?!" He lunged at her again. The Goth sidestepped and the Rabbit fell. Goth Girl was upon him as swift as the night. Before he knew it, the Rabbit was in a lock that with one move, the Goth could snap his neck. "Please," he said. "Please, let me have just one taste."
"Trix are for kids." She said, before snapping his neck. All faded to black for him. He never got to taste the Trix. He never got what he wanted. In the end, he was a failure. If only he had just asked.... -
nope, was wrong. Broadcast continues.
2002-10-15 13:05:55
So anyway, yah, I get that call. Unfortunately, at the time, I'm stuck at work. I hate this place. Guy leaves his name and number, and I call him back on friday. He's out of the office. Boy oh boy, do I hate this place a whole lot. Sent him an email on saturday appologising for missing the call, and letting him know I'm still interested, yada yada yada.
I get a call today. Position's been filled. Fucking perfect. Just fucking perfect.
Grahh. Must.. find.. something postive.. -
we now return to our regularly schedualed broadcast.
2002-10-15 13:02:47
This is your life, and it's ending one minuite at a time.
Thats what I keep telling myself anyway. Gotta make the best of what you've got right? Trying to keep positive is kind of a pain in the ass when you're getting boned left and right. What am I talking about now?
I sent in a resume for a part time PC/LAN tech last wednesday. 2 hours later, I get a call from the guy saying that he was interested, i qualified, etc etc etc.
Hmm. more later. have someone to sit here and listen to me bitch at customers. joy. -
Thank GOD...
2002-10-11 11:26:02
Hockey is back. I love it so much. Sabres royally kicked ass tonight. I havent been that entertained at a regular season hockey game in a LONG LONG time. Eric Bolton broke his nose in his first fight and came back to fight not once, but TWICE. THAT my friends, is what hockey is all about! Not only did we see Bolton scrap 3 times, we saw Ray drop them, (and concidentally, take a 2, a 5 and a 10 misconduct, but I saw that coming, fuckin idiot shouldn't gave gone after whoever it was.) and even Tim Conolley dtopped his gloves at the end of the third. Now, I dont know what Tim's currently packing in his purse, but it's obvious he wants to be a good hard hockey player. I hope they use him as a playmaker rather than a goal scorer, because thats what he's good at.
...And how many fights are there in a football game?...
Anyway, got a rather interesting idea for the first 30 seconds of my Anime North 2003 entry which is going to get me boo'd out of the Room, no doubt, til everyo... I should shut up. =) -
Nailz = teh happy.
2002-10-09 23:29:12
on the drive home tonight, realised I've finally kicked the face in on my bad mood. I'm happy.
To all of the friends I have on the org, and you should know who you are, I just wanted to say thanks. You have been a great strength.
off to watch the 3rd period.
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