What is going to be your defining skill that makes you a legend during the inevitable zombie apocalypse?
And also knowing to go to the pet food store instead of the grocery store, and knowing which pet foods are more nutritionally dense than others. A can of puppy food is more nutritionally dense and balanced for activity than a can of SPAM (Protein: 12 vs. 7, Fiber 1 vs. 0, Vitamins: Not There Vs. Oh There You Are!). Canned puppy food and canned puppy milk will keep you going for much longer, be more portable/longer-lasting and won’t have the sugar crash that sodas and candy bars (the usual zombie-apocalypse foods, wtf) will cause. On top of all of this, no one thinks to scavenge from the pet food stores (I have never once seen it in a film, TV show or comic), so you’ll be less likely to run into random people or zombies. Unless there are kitten zombies…
Who are your favorite actors/actresses aside from Byung-hun Lee, Byung-hun Lee without a shirt, and Byung-hun Lee in a suit?
Byung-hun Lee in a dress.
But seriously: Min-sik Choi has done some of my favorite films and has an incredible presence on screen — he depicts the most awful villains so efficaciously. Kang-ho Song is tied on that front, as well, and has the incredible acting ability to “look” like he knows more than he lets on in every movie — same with Gina Torres and Tilda Swinton. Hugh Laurie and Stephen Fry are always favorites and I’m one of those rare people that appreciate Will Smith’s on-screen crying. Ron Perlman is just amazing in everything he does. Chloe Grace Moretz continues to be the youngest person on my personal favorites list, and possibly on-par with Ron for saying the most curse words in movies.
If you could learn one random skill, what would you learn?
I would learn the skill to retain all information without going (more) insane. I beat you, genie! Take that, Detective Mulder!
But honestly, one day I’d like to sit down and actually learn the piano. I’ve been told I have “piano hands*” and I type like a mad-hatter, so it’s always been an interest but never a real pursuit. One day…
*I assume because my fingers/palms are too long and thin to be good for anything other than scaring small children like the Crypt Keeper.
Stiffler makes something called “Nuclear Pasta” that I only have about once a year — it’s (a whole HEAD of) garlic and chili-flake infused olive oil, salt, parmesan and parsley tossed with freshly made pasta. It will knock your socks off, but it’s worth every bite.
Otherwise, sashimi is a particular favorite of mine and I have to sadly admit (because I love octopus) that octopus meat is the tastiest meat in my opinion.
Acrade Fire - The Suburbs has been stuck in my head for almost a week now.
My spouse and I discovered we enjoyed it last week and haven’t taken that goddamn album off. We listen to it incessantly, to the point of being a bit manic about turning it on every morning and leaving it play all day.
It has another layer for me though, since my long-lost-sister replied that she enjoyed it, too, I’ve been finding myself enjoying it even more. There’s a consonance in knowing that someone who is related to you — even if just by half of your bloodline, even if they didn’t grow up with you, even if they didn’t experience the same things you did — that they enjoy the same music that you do. Music has and always will be a large part of my life and being able to share it with someone who I thought I would never meet, let alone connect so deeply with, is the most rewarding experience every single time that song comes on. I know a lot of people enjoy that song, but knowing that she does makes it beautiful to me.
I just got into you and A's 'ChaosLife' webcomic recently. (fell inlove with it the moment I saw it) Honestly speaking, the more I look at your picture, the more I keep on thinking how you'd be the genderbended version of Gaki...I'm sorry if this made you angry or something...
Haha, that’s odd but I’m okay with it. I’m not an easily offended person and I’ve always thought of my features as “quirky,” his seem to be in the same boat, so it’s not a struggle to see why. Plus, I guess we both smoke constantly, drink too much tea and have shite luck, so…
Below is me trying to figure out my sexuality a whole lot. Been thinking about it a ton lately. Below the cut for anyone who wants to read or help me figure this shit out a bit, cause damn it’s difficult sometimes. I envy anyone…
Labels can be hard to figure out, but for some people they matter — and in the world where everyone is expected to “define” themselves in a short blurb, it gets harder and harder to exist without labels.
My spouse doesn’t like to label their sexuality (other than K-Sexual, haha) but I do, both because I feel it fits me personally and because it’s easy for people to identify what I’m about sexuality-wise. It doesn’t encompass the nuances and differences that any sexuality might experience, but it fits for now. Until they come up with a label for liking to fuck women and meat-robots.
I’m glad that the internet is a place where we can communally talk about labels, sexuality and its inherent place in society without one single word of harshness. It’s a refreshing feeling. :D Good luck figuring stuff out, everyone.
No idea has proven more damaging to the comics industry than the myth that its professionals—not just creators, but retailers, even distributors—work for love and not money. It’s a philosophy that has justified exploitation of creators and theft of intellectual property. It’s allowed the entire industry to pass the buck for its failures—from publishers to retailers, and retailers to fans—for decades. And it’s why the comics industry lingers in a frozen adolescence, clinging to a shrinking target audience like a sea captain railing at the storm—when the real problem is the rotting wood of his own hull.
In which I unpack the Amazon-acquires-Comixology thing, determine that the sky is not in fact falling, and have some Opinions about comics.
Awesome article, especially the bit highlighted above (emphasis mine).
Friendly reminder to the world that breasts are not sexual in nature and that by having breasts, large, small, natural, non-natural, or otherwise and how they personally see fit to dress themselves and expose any portion of said breasts or not, says nothing about a person’s sexuality, sexual activity, sexual preference, or anything even remotely about sex, what their intentions for having said breasts are, reasons in or beyond their personal control for having the breasts that they do, and instead only says that they are a human being with attributes, modified or unmodified, that many other human beings also possess the same way someone else may or may not have limbs of any size, shape, material, or color, modified or unmodified.
Are there any films you appreciate far more for its visuals than for its story?
Usually the two have to be just as good as one another to actually hold my interest — I’m terribly picky. Add to that the fact that my spouse often goes in for JUST the visuals and I’m subjected to countless hours of flashy, glittery lights and fight scenes. However, there are a few that I can squeeze into “I just watch this for the visuals.”
German Expressionism-Cum-Film-Noir-Cum-Comic-Books-Cum-Asian-Fusion. What a mess of a movie, but I love that they tried to take a chance on the visuals. It reminds me of a very caffeinated, on-LSD Metropolis mixed with Crouching Tiger. Honestly, the story is (as mentioned) messy but ultimately interesting — I just prefer the visual aspect of it.
One of my spouse’s favorite movies and admittedly one of mine — but I have to also admit that the story is just so-so. Without the visuals, it would be a complete wreck of a narrative. However, the visuals make it amazingly lush and dream-like, while still remaining gritty and psychologically scarring.
Across the Universe
This one is a bit of a cheat because it’s directed by Julie Taymor, who couldn’t love her visuals? Also, because it’s the music of The Beatles, as sung by the various cast members in such different imaginings of the scenarios. My favorite scenes are probably Selma Hayek grinding in a nurse outfit or the asian lesbian cheerleader serenading the white straight cheerleader with “I wanna hold your hand,” but that’s to be expected of me.
I’m sure there are a lot more I could dissect and analyze, but I’ll keep it short and just say: The three above are great movies to watch.
I don't mean to come across as anything but sincere, but I thought Tenga Eggs were made for men? How do you use them?
Tenga also makes lubes, which is what I mentioned in my Naughty Box list.
However, I often like to stick my fingers in something tight and wet, like a mouth or lower-hole, while I’m otherwise sexually occupied (whether that’s cunnilingus, a vibrator, a shower head, etc.), so the Tenga Eggs that are meant for penetration* aid me in cumming by providing added physical stimulation and fantasy-play (ahem, threesome).
Just curious, but where on a scale of 1 to 10 would you put your level of interest in body modification? 1 being Mormon missionary, 10 being Ghost in the Shell style Prosthetic Body.
I would peg myself at a firm 11.
However, I’m not a fan of all body modification for myself, personally. I’m not big on flash-art style or otherwise colorful tattoos on myself, I think I look too messy already.
My interest would definitely skew to the “prosthetic body” variety in a lot of cases and is, in fact, explored in FindChaos to the degree that several of the characters might have chosen “upgrades” to their current anatomical situations.
The desire to shake this corporeal existence is embedded not only in my love and respect of mechanics but also in my body’s own inherent flaws — the biggest of which is my inability to control my own chemical balances to the degree that I can function (mostly) normally. If it were entirely possible to put the ghost into the (a) machine, as it were, I would be the first on the list. This raises questions of the “ghost” and how it interacts and retains, of course, but that’s why we call it “theoretical sciences.”
For now, I’m not holding my breath for any advancements that would allow me to transcend this fleshy ride and I would want any breakthroughs to be thoroughly tested and vetted by many before I would subject working parts to potential harm. I am excited about wetware, cyberonics, cybernetic control systems, and bionic limb (or more) replacement.
So many of the things I would choose for myself are so far from being perfected, however, that for now I’ll just stick to large swaths of black ink and scarifications. Maybe the occasional electric shock to my person to reset the balance…
*I do, however, love almost any and all body mods on others and believe in the freedom to choose whatever mods a person may get.
“Present fears are less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet but fantastical, shakes so my single state of man that function is smothered in surmise, and nothing is but what is not.”—Macbeth, Shakespeare. (via innenwirdesdunkelsein)
One box (it’s a padded wooden box that locks) for inner-vagina-shaped objects, a laundry bag inside of a canvas bag for wand vibrators, corded vibrators and smaller toys, a different bag for bondage supplies and a tiny bedside box for cordless small vibes, condoms and some smaller fun lubes. We’re particular about where our toys are for ease-of-access! Some of our cuter toys and lubes (like our rechargeable JimmyJane vibes or Tenga Eggs) just sit on my bedside table when they aren’t drying in the bathroom after a good cleaning.
Guests to our home never come away without stories.