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Name: Oh GOD! The EVIL!!!
Country: Canada
Metro: Iqaluit
Interests: Video games, reading, video games, watching Star Trek reruns, more video games, theoretical physics, video games, and video games.
Expertise: Tactical espionage action, video games, academics, caffeinated products
Occupation: Ninja/Gardener
Industry: Pediatric Medicine
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Jabber: I ain't got nobody.
Jabber: No, I ain't got nobody.
Jabber: I don't need no clothes, 'cause I ain't got no body.
AIM: ?on_url=http://www.aol.com:80/aim/gr/online.gif&off_url=http://www.aol.com:80/aim/gr/offline.gif) Ranmoth2(currently inactive)
Yahoo:  james_j_buchanan@yahoo.com
Member Since:
5/19/2004
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| OMIGODITSANOTHERENTRY.
I wouldn't expect any more. Just, you know, so you know.
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Go about your lives.
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| This is my shortest entry ever.
God bless the cooks.
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| Well, I bet none of you expected this. Not a single one.
Any of you.
Yeah, it's relatively soon since my last entry as far as this site goes, but I had a moment of emergency inspiration. You see, I have done the whole Googling my name thing and found the results rather innocuous and laden with references to the President of the same name, but I recently Googled my avatar, Ranmoth, and lo and behold, things of interest! Yes, I have searched for it before, but every time I search for it, I keep finding more and more references. The scary thing is, not all of them are things I have written.
Case in point. Apparently, this person-thing goes to random websites and scrambles up the words on the page to form their demented rants. For other examples, replace the 12 in the site address with a different number. Interesting that this person would find my pagina. Although, I have the sneaking suspicion that it might be one of those random advertising-type websites that steals valuable web names for their own malevolent purposes...but I like to think of it as another conquest for my little name empire. Soon the nets shall be mein!
Counterpoint. Someone in Finland dares to steal my name? Well, my friend, confrontation is immenent, for I have infiltrated this site and am working my evil acts of sedition in order to spread the truth of the matter to all involved, whether they want to hear it or not. Join the revolution! Support your local Ranmoth to the Stars charter today! Oh, and check out my posts from that site to see a rather exhaustive rundown of my musical tastes. If you wanna.
Long live short paragraphs.
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| Well, well, well. It appears I still have a readership. Though that last statement of mine may appear presumptuous, perhaps faulty, it is in fact guaranteed to be validated by the fact that anyone reading it and thus capable of pondering the question of such a dispute would constitute a readership. Sort of like if you walk up to a person and tell them "I am talking to someone," just with a bit more literary and philosophical flair. Existential musings aside, I'd like to explain my absence: Web comics. Well, that and video games.
And a complete lack of interest in the work it takes to create these entries.
I mean, I know the length of my entries is entirely up to me, as well as the content, so theoretically I could derive limitless enjoyment from the practice of typing them, and derive that enjoyment at each of any arbitrary time intervals in which I decide to muse upon and finally create my next entry. However, any amount of typing takes work, and thus I, being a lazy son of a *****, am often interested.
Wow, I got off-topic there. Wow, I also made some paragraphs. Wow, that was a lot of self-reference that was guaranteed to bore my readership, perhaps frustrating them with my persistence in keeping the recurring motif of rambling/complaining about my Xanga entries themselves. I am also talking about myself in the third person. Does that make me crazy? Or does it make a sort of sense, seeing as how the medium of silent type allows for a separation from the typist, and since the text is unchanging, unlike the mind of the typist, it could be considered a sort of separate entity, meaning that one could consider the text to be the actual speaker, not the typist. Of course, the text, being an inanimate block of data, does not have a consciousness or intelligence with which to actually comprehend, contemplate, feel, and express the ideas being presented within it, but only to relay them. One could make the argument that intelligent beings can opt to simply relay messages, thus becoming much like the block of text, but this is laid moot by the fact that the text has no other option available to it, while the human at any time could opt back to comprehension. This is, of course, disregarding the mental challenges laid upon the human in this example.
I seriously need to stop. Have some comics. They happen to go with the song. Listen.
- Fin
P.S. Be sure to check out Dinosaur Comics, the place where I got these from. They aren't all necessarily funny, but previde an oddly entertaining diversion to those willing to get sucked in.
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| Hoor-jay! Another entry! And since the three...no, wait, two of you who read the last one enjoyed it so much, I'll make this one extra-special! Isn't life grand? Geez, I know I only update once a month, but that gives you like a freakin' month to comment, right? Anyway, not much has happened at the ol' Double R ranch this past week, apart from Gernon burning down a small building stuffed with kittens. He said something about the "heretics need to be purged", or other such nonsense. Of course, we brought out the tasers and made quick work of that, no doubt about it. In national news, it would seem that the state of Oregon is governed by a communist chihuahua. More on that at six, right after I taser Gernon a few more times. Mind you, no chickens were harmed in the making of this documentary, although we were leaving out severe maiming, torture, disembowelment, listening to Gwen Stefani albums, and utter annihilation from our definition of harmed, so whatever. The point is, I've decided to give up my war on eBaum's, because apparently no one cares enough about the Flash animators of the world to give a crap that their work is being outright stolen from them and used to give Eric Bauman thousands of dollars in advertising revenue. The internet may be open to all, folx, but intellectual property is just that: proper-tah. Rants aside, I'd just like to say that I am so freakin' glad that school is out, because I for one feel that school is the only thing keeping my mind from reaching its full potential. I mean, seriously, homework, busy-work, buying supplies in return for *not* extra-credit, and reading great American literature isn't exactly intellectual stimulation. At least, not according to the Book of R™. Now, I can get back to my highly stimulating usual regimen, involving healthy doses of sleep, video games, food, more video games, reading web-comics, that friggin' week-long SAT prep thing that my mom signed me up for, and video games. Oh, and video games. I seriously need to get around to beating Kingdom Hearts II, but goodness, there are just so many games taking up my life right now. I might just have to hole up in my room and subsist off Dixie-cup water and crumbs found under the bed for about a month, and...see what happens. In conclusion, don't forget to check out all these links I'm providing you with. They enjoy the occasional click. They also enjoy comments. As do I.
As in, comment.
No, I will not go back to dividing my entries into paragraphs. Stupid "readership" and their "proper grammar". When I see dictionary, you'll see paragraphs.
New feature: Currently gaming!
So, in no particular order...
Currently gaming: Metal Gear Solid 3: Subsistence, Kingdom Hearts II, Gunz Online, Runescape, Half Life
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