Tuesday, August 19, 2008

The god of war

Body filled with orbs of blood
Possessed with powers green and blue
Pride dragged through the mud
Hate and lust are strong and true

Love is smeared across your face
Your hands can not grip tight enough
Coldest stone cannot meet your gaze
Hate and lust are raw and rough

Rage can fuel a pair of blades
Gorgon eyes and phoenix feather
As memories of mercy fades
Hate and lust are merged together

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Tuesday, August 5, 2008

!ngao

Sort this shit out, before you die. Before you get yourself killed.

Something is screaming at me, imploring me to do changes, and it’s trying to nuzzle me gently into action with it’s cold wet nose. I won’t be moved though, I have shut down too long ago to be reanimated.

It’s screaming at me.

I’ve lost it all again, all I fought for and gained through tears and hard work.  I threw it away. It gives me nightmares and reduces me.

To nothing.

Too nothing.

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Friday, August 1, 2008

Scarebaby’s recipe

I eat mostly vegetarian and vegan food (I’m neither) but I thought of this awesome recipe a while ago.

You need:

10-15 big shrimp
as much broccoli as you desire
a small portion of whole wheat couscous

Make like so:

Defrost the shrimp and stirfry them in generous amounts of cayenne pepper and honey.
Boil the couscous and the broccoli in separate pots. Add salt. Mix it all together in a bowl. Dig in.

It’s so awesomely good!! 8D

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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Sex and the City

People ask me if I’ll go and see the new Sex and the City movie. Since SatC has been annoying me for a good six years already I don’t think that another hour and a half of it would be fatal but still that’s not a risk I’m willing to take. It might somehow convert me from the perfectly normal woman I am today to some sex crazed liberty embracing whore who never works but still magically always has a new pair of awful shoes or an equally horrible belt or some other craptastic accessory. None of them have any videos or CD’s in their homes, not one of them has a favorite band or a favorite book, they’re all optionally starving themselves of any kind of popular cultur.

I’m nothing like Charlotte who seems to believe that women are born to be married and men are born to marry them and that pre marital reproduction goes hand in hand with selling your soul to the Devil, and I’m nothing like Carrie since I don’t alter between being a needy lap dog and being a completely shut down sulky little ice bitch, nor do I have the worst sense of fashion in existence. I’m nothing like Miranda either, simply because I don’t share her insanely bad taste in men. I mean Steve, Skipper and that anal-guy from the park? Yeah, I’d hit those guys too… with a shovel. And lastly I am nothing like Samantha because I’m not attracted to every single being that has a penis and I lack the vast array of buttons she sports for anyone to push, regardless of looks, life or preferences. I need a personality to go with my sexual attraction, not just a lump of flesh.


So no, I won’t be going to see the new Sex and the City movie anytime soon.

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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Letdown

I admit I had my hopes up that Capcom would somehow regain what they’d lost (or what they’d chucked over their shoulder on purpose) and fill the upcoming Resident Evil game with the same old glorious CV:X tension, making us forgive and forget RE 4 forever. But alas it is clear that people who are set on destroying one of the most enchanting franchises in the world will not stop at anything. Not that RE 5 doesn’t look like a great game, because it does, but it does not look like a Resident Evil game at all.

Here is a trailer for it.

Makes you feel like you’ve already played the game, huh? Same soundeffects, same moves as in RE 4. Damn, I’m so glad I didn’t get that Umbrella tattoo now. I curse you, Capcom crew. I do.

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Sunday, July 13, 2008

Hawt dayum-ah!

Zombie Strippers is the best movie of 2008 (and basically the only from 2008 I’ve seen. I lost my movie groove back in 2005 and since then I haven’t quite been able to catch up) because it has it all! Or, it has the two only things that matter; firm, naked skin and lots of gore. I love this movie so much even though my personal opinion is that Ataria Starling should have had Jenna Jameson’s role. I know this’ll probably sound mental but I find Jenna’s face way too masculine to do anything special for me.
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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Scarebaby’s reviews #1

Shadow of the Colossus is without doubt the most annoying piece of cocksucking shit game I have ever had the misfortune to lay my hands and eyes on.

At the first start of the game you find out that your mission is to blah blah blah, will this damn cutscene ever end?! There, just X past it. Jesus. Alright, you play as a character who was obviously molded after the adolescent Mort from the Discworld series, which means he looks as though he consist of nothing but kneecaps and elbows and can only be steered accordingly. To find out where your first object is, stand with your sword raised to the sky and look at where the reflection of the sun points. This also works while standing in shade, for unknown stupid reasons…

At least the horse looks cool, so let’s get up and have a little ride around on it. Mount with the triangle. No, mount. Mount, damn you! Stop jumping up and down beside the horse like a moron and fucking MOUNT! Phew, fucking finally. Okay, let’s give the horse a little kick to make it start trotting, followed by another few to get it moving with some actual speed. Yay, go horsie! Whaaa.. horsie stopped..? Kick the horse again, yay go horsie! And then horsie stops again. What the hell? Kick, kick, kick, steer, ooh… that’s where it goes wrong, you can’t steer the horse while maintaining any speed what so ever, but that’s cool, I can manage that. Would of course have been a bit nimbler if the horse hadn’t neighed itself into any obstacle bigger than a strand of grass along the way, but whatever, I’m fine.

OK, so we finally arrive at the place where the reflection pointed us. The horse will not accompany you any further on the next part as it’s unable to ascend mountains, even though we clearly saw it nancing up a slope with the agility of a mountain goat in the opening cutscene. So dismount (at least that can be managed by only pressing triangle ONCE) and start looking for a way up. Run around and try jumping and grabbing for a bit while the help messages ignore you until you’re on your third try on what looks like a slick sand wall with some green stuff painted on it. Climb up it. Don’t forget that you need to hold BOTH triangle and R1 to grab on, just as in any normal adventure game. Once you make it to the top, a colossus will appear walking away from you. Walk a bit closer and it will turn around and spot you. Oh, exciting! Grab your bow and shoot a few arrows before you realise they won’t cross the distance, so therefor take a few steps forward (not too many though, that colossus guy is fast!) and shoot him again, of course to no avail. Try running up to the colossus and stab away at whatever part of him you can reach and he will smash/stomp away two thirds of your life in one blow and as you painfully slowly get to your feet a message will appear to help you: again use the sword against the sunlight to reveal the colossus weak part. Oh awesome, that should even the fight out a bit you think, before realising that the exact spot is impossible to locate since the reflection appears the same on every part of your adversary.


With your health indicator blinking on low (and no, you cannot heal yourself) bravely charge at the colossus and slash at his ankles, intending to trip him and thus buying yourself some time to study the sword reflection from a safer distance without being trampled. Fail. Horribly. Game Over. Repeat until it dawns on you what sort of useless, boring and suicide invitatory game you have purchased and break it, burn it and smear rancid goat’s blood all over it.

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Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Same old

Tomorrow begins the four day festival Sweden Rock, with about 22 000 rock fans gathering to camp out and listen to great concerts. Four days of nothing but beers, friends and rock music. And I’m doing everything I can to keep from crying. The pressure over my chest is so thick it’s almost tangible. I try to focus on my breathing, slowly in and slowly out, because I know that if I let my attention off for even a second I’m going to break down and I don’t know if I can get up again. It’s been a few weeks since it was last like this. Mostly anxieties come and go and I’m so used to them that I barely notice, but on these horrid occasions nothing helps. Well, nothing beside overdosing on Theralen or cutting my arms again but that’s not supposed to be an option for me anymore.
I’m very glad this is my blog, so no one can tell me to stop whining because I need to vent like never before. It hurts so much, I think I’m going to break. It’s hard to explain. Imagine I’m a huge vase with a tiny tiny crack in it. Or that I’m a huge shapeless mass of matter that should never have been, that was a mistake and an unforgivable one at that. That’s why my mother treated me the way she did; she’s never been able to forgive me for being born. Ah, a moment of clarity. Certainly not welcome at this point when nothing matters.
I wish I was alone, oh wait, I am alone! I am an abomination. I wish I could explain to you how truly and profoundly rotten I am, how every hope of love for someone like me is so pathetically funny you can’t even laugh, you just wheeze, and how nothing will ever change.
I don’t want things to change, I don’t want to make an effort and then fail. I want to go back home and stop taking my medications, stop opening my mail, stop showing up for work, answering texts or phone calls, coming online, showering, eating, and eventually breathing. I have no strong will to live.
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Monday, June 2, 2008

The Naked Now

If I wanted to hate Lt. Tasha Yar of the Starfleet’s Enterprise I would be damned well authorized to do so. She’s assaulted the poor Lt. Commander Data! My Lt. Commander Data! My future husband* and basic reason to live!

Sometimes I think I worry too much about my social career… Sometimes it’s hard to face that I am never interested in “real” human men, only video game characters and such. It’s not a phase, I’m 21 years old and I get damn crushes on pale, sticky-looking androids that are more than twice my age. I have felt my heart skip a beat and my face blush when he smiles and I wanted to slap Lt. Yar for taking advantage of him and breaking his frail android heart like she did.

Any psychiatrist out there would be more than welcome to try and diagnose my sexual preferences. In the meanwhile I’ll be rerunning “The Naked Now” in my head, feeling jealous and secretly aroused, until I go insane.

*What!? I’m not a nerd!

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Saturday, May 31, 2008

The story of Kisces

It’s quite a funny story actually, as you’ll soon see for yourself. It was an ordinary day; sky, wind, oxygen, hot salty-looking pavements and a couple of houses. Almost exactly as the previous day had been save for one difference, nothing major, just the fact that Kisces wasn’t breathing anymore and her body consisted of a rather tattered looking torso, blood-tangled hair and bulgy eyes with a broken look to them. Her legs had been severed slightly below her hips, although severed seem like a far too civilized word for the description of what Kisces’ lower part of her body had gone through before finally being tugged off, by then being little more than skin surrounding a mush of pulpy flesh and splintered bones. No, not splintered, those bones had been damn near sawdusted.


I said this would be a funny story but now I might have to take that back. You see, Kisces was killed by her lover who wasn’t really in love with her to begin with. So with regards to both living and dying, Kisces was a very unlucky girl. And that’s what love is all about; a complete and total lack of luck. To put it shortly, I met someone, started to love that someone, was mistaken pretty badly, and just decided to ignore the whole thing. I didn’t get beat up and destroyed by my emotional side-stepping the way Kisces did, but in some way I still feel the need to be pitied because my heart aches and whines, resembling more than anything else a honey jar that’s stickied too tight to ever be opened again.


Kisces lover (who will continued to be referred to as such, even though he didn’t really love her) was your average guy. He never intended Kisces any harm, at least not until he stomped her kneecaps for a good half hour until they felt soft and almost powdery beneath his boot, but he also never intended for them to be together. Kisces was quite jadish and immature and far too easy to get into bed. When things got too serious she was easy to steer back in line and when things got completely out of hand she was even easy to rape, maim and leave in the woods to rot.


I don’t remember who first claimed love to be like some kind of flower (a rose, wasn’t it?) but whoever it was, they were absolutely right. Love is nice, and sweet, abundant and inevitably wiltering. We need togetherness, results, big talks, physical connection, closure, forgiveness, answers, fidelity, but we should all just shut our needy little mouths and consider ourselves lucky we didn’t meet the same fate as Kisces. Or, that we haven’t yet.

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