tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18581832011-04-21T18:32:16.832-04:00New and Improved! Now with 30% less self-deprecation!manadrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13876908291692874624noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858183.post-81507621367597542752008-03-16T04:39:00.004-04:002008-03-16T05:36:04.705-04:00

A while back I posted a comment about this on a Rogue's Gallery post, and it came up in conversation with the new guy at work while talking about movies.Horror movies, why they scare me, and why they don't.And no, not in a all horror movies kinda scare me and kinda don't way. But rather, how certain movies scare me, and others not at all. For example, the flicks that actually scare me are some of

manadrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13876908291692874624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858183.post-50865547964277347022007-05-19T01:51:00.000-04:002007-05-19T03:45:10.659-04:00

For the better part of a decade I considered myself an agnostic. In the end, when you drill down deep enough nothing is truly proven without a shadow of a doubt. And I do mean nothing, our very percepti0n of the world around us is an abstraction of an abstraction as interpreted by our brains, so there are multiple points of possible misinformation just in what we see. But I'm not about to go all

manadrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13876908291692874624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858183.post-1175673795650995062007-04-04T03:19:00.000-04:002007-04-04T04:03:15.663-04:00

Thing is about living in your own head, going through the same shit day in day out, focusing on little things to hide the real issues from yourself.. things can get pretty surreal. There are times that I step outside and look at my life and think, "there is no way this can be reality, this has to be some kind of dream, I'm really someone else." Hell just thinking about thinking about it it is

manadrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13876908291692874624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858183.post-1130714912394682022005-10-30T18:24:00.000-05:002005-10-30T18:29:32.883-05:00

I need to do something more with this blog, maybe even post, but nobody reads it anyway, maybe even post, but on the holy shit it's still up front I found the following links of shit I used to (try to) sell on cafepress that are surprisingly still up. I more then likely won't make any money off them if anyone bought anything, since I don't even remember the account password. But for those who

manadrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13876908291692874624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858183.post-1084421814781794472004-05-13T00:02:00.000-04:002004-05-13T00:16:54.780-04:00

You probably didn't notice, but this was once my old blog on my old website. The website will eventually be dismantled, or fall into disuse or something, the important parts saved and possibly resurrected elsewhere. I was just going to forget about it and focus on my other one, but sometimes I want to write, and I can't write like that all the time, and sometimes I like analyzing things,

manadrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13876908291692874624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858183.post-1071052112862162662003-12-10T05:28:00.000-05:002004-05-12T16:14:16.500-04:00

I'm actually posting! Gasp! Why? Cause I'm sort of feeling bad. Apparently that's the only real time I tend to post on this damn thing, which is kinda sad, but nobody reads it, so there's no one there to care. But then again I guess that's why I can feel so comfortable writing about such things. It's a way to get things out, kinda like a journal of some sort, except it's not on paper, cause paper

manadrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13876908291692874624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858183.post-952625242003-06-03T21:21:00.000-04:002004-05-12T16:23:59.926-04:00

a month later I make another post... days seem to blend together. Days weeks months, they don't seem all that different anymore. Time simply passes, and I really don't have much of a sense of it anymore. I'm just sitting here waiting for a new life to begin. But hopefully in another week or so, I'll get a job with nelson county public schools and I can start on a path towards that new life. I can

manadrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13876908291692874624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858183.post-922079852003-04-08T03:46:00.000-04:002004-05-12T16:59:00.623-04:00

It's strange what happens between the echoes of analogy and the mysteries of humanity. The words spoken in unspoken dialects in rooms without walls. It seems the echoes anger demons within patterns, the signs of weakness. Thoughts full of empty calories. A sight, a memory of a girl, an event, an organization, a location in time. Why do these things mean so much. To the untrained eye, it is

manadrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13876908291692874624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858183.post-876946622003-01-19T16:52:00.000-05:002004-05-12T17:06:47.760-04:00

The chica on my mind right now is a girl I go to school with at ecpi by the name of Jeanine. She's rather cute, as I've thought since I first saw her, but it hasn't been until this past term that we really started talking to each other. My emotions toward her seem to generate a light warmth. Not insanely strong, probly a good thing at this point, just a gentle warmth, kinda like a smile or a hug.

manadrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13876908291692874624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858183.post-873436282003-01-13T03:06:00.000-05:002004-05-12T16:48:42.683-04:00

My grandmother died last week, her memorial service was Saturday night. I kinda wanted to write something about my emotions the night before, but unfortunately I had no access to a computer, so I ended up writing it on paper, about 4 pages of paper... damn non-digital crap. But yeah, I may get around to typing all that up tomorrow or something, I don't really feel like doing it now. But the

manadrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13876908291692874624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858183.post-868110752003-01-01T22:46:00.000-05:002004-05-12T16:52:54.886-04:00

Happy new year. woohoo *sarcasm* just another year. Nothing so bloody special about that really. Time has past as it always has, does, and forever will. I rang in the new year at club audio... it was.. a party. Not the best, but certainly better than last time. I got hugs from all the chicas I wanted to, which was nice. I dunno if I want to get into all the details of the evening right now, as I

manadrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13876908291692874624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858183.post-56801992001-09-14T03:50:00.000-04:002004-05-12T17:47:38.536-04:00

The recent events.. I've heard the word tragedy so many times it doesn't mean anything anymore. It just makes me sick. It was an incredibly horrible turn of events, I just wish people would expand their vocabulary. The only word anyone can seem to say is tragedy. That word... it just doesn't express anything, I've been numbed to it. It's been used for everything even vaguely bad, and now when a

Joe the Webmasternoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858183.post-18657432001-01-06T00:34:00.000-05:002004-05-12T18:16:03.286-04:00

hehe, let's hope this works this time. The blogger guys did get themselves a nice new server, and things seem quite a bit speedier now. yippie. classes start next week and this semester I get stuck with a bloody 8am class... grrr.... I'm not a morning person... in hate even being up in the morning... hell lately I haven't even been getting to sleep until 7am... and on top of that it's for fucking

Joe the Webmasternoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858183.post-18582742001-01-05T04:08:00.000-05:002004-05-12T18:18:05.983-04:00

This new little weblog is for whatever the hell I feel like writing at any given time, so don't expect anything particularly insightful or thought provoking or anything here. But if you'd like to peer into the chaos that is my mind then keep an eye on this page.

Joe the Webmasternoreply@blogger.com