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My dreams better get more interesting. I want zombies, dammit! I want to turn into a pony!

Okay, so I dreamed that I had a husband that I loved dearly and he was trying to get me knocked up. Only I wasn't ready and I felt really bad about keeping him at arms length. It... kinda sucked. It was sad.

I really am a little asshole in my dreams. I wanted to take over as my father's sidekick, so I started a fight with his current sidekick, who was also technically my adopted brother. I literally tried to kill him and I wouldn't have cared if I did either. I don't know why, but my father had a huge T-Rex statue and we were fighting on that and I sucker punched him so that he fell. He was fine, but after that I got grounded. I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that it's not gonna help at all.

The Chairman appears to approve of the house. He especially likes my bed and instead of sleeping curled up at the end, he sleeps stretched out on his back with his front paws over his head. Honestly, he's the strangest cat I've ever seen. He also appears to enjoy the window in the bedroom, because it looks out onto the beach and he can people watch all day.

Last night was probably the worst night I've had all month. That I can't say 'in my life' is really just a sad statement on how frequently things go wrong in my life.

Also, I'm done being sick. I've been eating the ginger things all the websites recommend, and it does help, but I hate the taste of ginger. The thought that I might have months of this to look forward to is daunting to say the least.

I've stumbled across this article, which dispels many popular myths about scientists. I thought a few others among us might find it as funny and surprisingly accurate as I do.

The myths and their truths are under the cut, for easy reading, since the font on that site is rather small.

You know what? I curse that damn Drano or Liquid Plumr commercial or whatever the fuck it is about the two dudes that come to that lady's house and are all sexy with their flushing the pipes and shit.

Man fuck that commercial. Don't call us up unless you actually have a problem with your toilet, y'know? We're not coming there to snake the drain wink win and all that fucking bullshit. We ain't them.

The surrealistic nocturnal worlds presented in these dreams is apparently something that not even I am immune to, which is disappointing. I'd been hoping to get away unscathed.

What does, suck, though, is that apparently I dream in TV Tropes. There I am, the baddest demon in Hell, but one day, apparently I pull a Heel Face Turn and decide I'm sick of it. And I'm not even a demon who used to be human. I was made from a serial killer heart.

How the heck does that work?

I think I'm starting to get used to this internet thing. I've been introduced to funny pictures and videos of cats, which is apparently some sort of initiation rite?

Who knows, maybe next I'll start a website for my bookshop!

But likely not. One step at a time, as they say.

Yours,
Arthur Fell-Crowley

I feel as though I'm covered in bruises, the liquor is gone, and the fridge has been raided. The proper food fridge, thank god. This can only mean one thing: my brother has come to visit.

For anyone who's interacted with someone named Edward Hyde, I'm going to offer an apology. He might be my twin brother, but the resemblance stops at the physical. Edward is rude, brash, impulsive, and unfortunately rather violent.

Hopefully he'll disappear again soon enough, and stay away for a while.

Somebody at Wrex's was playin' this song on a radio or something when I was at the range. So you all get to share my pain, damnit.

Whoever you is, hope you get somethin' better stuck in your head soon, oui?

I've come here for advice again, Valarnet, after having done something terrible, immature and insulting the other day and having no idea how to begin to make up for it. Essentially, I acted in anger and dishonored my friends, all of the sacrifices they have made in this world, and the last one from the dreams, dishonored our cause, and everything that matters most in it. I acted in anger, throwing out a very sacred phrase, alluding to a very sacred principle sarcastically. It is a cause that I, and that those who mean the most to me take very seriously.

I was upset and had given into anger after trying to explain myself in a private commentary and keeping my cool through the whole exchange, but that is no excuse for what I've done and how I may have hurt my friends in doing so. I not only used the phrase in a fight, but used them in front of someone who is not one of us and does not understand, giving her ammunition, if she seeks it, against our cause, that she might use.

This dishonor, this gross and terrible disrespect, and failure before the things that I hold dear, before my brothers, cannot stand, but I've no idea how to start the reparations process. How does one apologize for rash words used in anger that should have taken a much cooler head and hand to form, particularly when you've managed it for the entirety of the rest of the comment and post? How does one go about even starting to try, besides begging forgiveness and hoping they are not found lacking?

I would welcome suggestions, yes.

So, I was sitting down with a bowl of cereal this morning and watching cartoons - per usual - and wow. Cartoons have gotten a whole lot dirtier than when I was a kid.

The scary part of that clip is that it's actually not wrong. Admiral Richard Howe really was nicknamed "Black Dick".

... a fact that doesn't make that clip any less spittake worthy.