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Jul. 29th, 2006 @ 03:33 pm
Youtube has the strangest video's....

Chernobyl Apr. 26th, 2006 @ 03:56 pm
Have you ever thought about the word "ignorance"? Like, really thought about it? Like, how close it is to the verb, "ignore". Ignorance is not something that happens to you, it is a choice. Ignorance is the act of ignoring what is around you. There is no excuse for it. To shield yourself from the world is the worst thing you can do. I've got a little quote I try to live by; "For the living and the dead, we must bear witness." It was said by Elie Wiesel. I'm sure you had to read his book and high school. You probably try hated having to think about something so terrible too. Tried to ignore it, tried to put it out of your mind. Well, I don't, I think about it. I seek out the things people try to forget.

Today is April 25th, 2006. The simple fact that I'm aware of the date should imply that today has a rather special meaning to me. Twenty years ago today, at 1:23 am, Chernobyl powerplant reactor number 4 in Pripyat, Ukraine suffered a massive steam explosion, resulting in fire, and a nuclear meltdown. The explosion was so strong that it threw the 1000ton (200,000lbs) slab of concrete forming the Upper Biological Sheild spinning into the air like a quarter. A cloud of radioactive dust and gas circled the globe. The effects were felt everywhere. The radiation could be detected anywhere on the globe.

I want you to know about what happened. At the very least, learn a little. This wasn't some little explosion, this was big. Wikipedia has a good article, as always, and this SomethingAful thread is filled with excellent pictures and information. Please, go learn something. Bear witness, don't just ignore it. It's right in front of you, all you have to do is read a little.

It has been twenty years since the accident, but the effects have not diminished at all. Pripyat is still uninhabitable, and it will probably be at least a millenium before it can be resettled. The world doesn't talk about it, but everyone in the region will tell you if you're born in Belarus, you'll probably die there of cancer. No statistics can accurately show the damage that has been done. There are no before figures. Nobody kept track of the average number of limbs on farm animals before hand. These are not things the can be measured easily.

Pictures do the job better than numbers ever could. Vehicles too radioactive to ever use again, an entire town that once held 50,000 people abandoned to this day because the very ground it stands on holds enough radiation to kill anyone who settles there. An entire powerplant in shambles. And worst of all, the effects on the people.

I'm not some anti nuclear power activist, I'm not Spike Lee, there's no underlying message. All I want is for people to think. I jsut want people to be aware. I'm just trying to pound this into your head, so you can't ignore it. So weeks from now, you think about what you've seen here. So twenty years from now, you'll remember. It may have been twenty years ago, but people are still dying. Sheep as far away as England are routinely culled when the Geiger counter reads too high, fish can't be eaten, rivers can't be swan in, ground can't be farmed. The very planet we live on has been poisened. I'm not telling you what to think, I'm just telling you to think.

"Indifference, to me, is the epitome of evil."


Mar. 28th, 2006 @ 02:47 am
Well, it's been a while since I've put anything other than emo'ness or non sequitors on this thing, so hows about an update from the land of Joel.

Things have been rather strange lately. I had a very wierd weekend, in which I went to my friend Devins house, stayed up late playing games, and got molested in my sleep by his many dogs. I didn't get much sleep.

Today started out nicely, though I don't remember why. I just remember going to bed and waking up in a fine mood. Then I got a package containing a paintball gun I've finally managed to buy after lusting after it for over a year. Then, I made someone I rather care about cry. Granted, my insenstive comment was just the spark to set of the bomb, but that event had rather the same instigating effect on me, and my mind hasn't stopped going since. Now I'm stuck with one of those emotions they don't really have a name for...unless beffuddlconfuckingfusedshit is a word, and I rather doubt it is. Not even cars have distracted me.

As for all that emo shit the was bugging me, I've settled nicely into the acceptance part of the program, so I'm well and good. Plus, I've still got a super awesome friend. Given my history for fucking up friendships, I'd wager I've gotten the best possible outcome.

Well, I can't really think of much else to say, so, I'm going to go sleep now.

Current Mood: Buh?

Mar. 23rd, 2006 @ 12:12 am
Rex Dart: Eskimo Spy!

Feb. 17th, 2006 @ 06:28 am
Where the fuck is my roommate?

Feb. 17th, 2006 @ 05:27 am
It;s 5:30 in the A fucking M, and I am all alone, and very, very awake. My roommate is most likely at a party, pining of some unattainable girl (thankfully, I am far to out of my mind to even remember that I leanred that the girl I like likes somebody else....FUCK!).

Anyway, it's like, late/early, and, I had a lot of sugar, and then i crashed, and now I'm totally running on pure hatred of the goddamn russian workbook. I'm on break...

I've spent the last 30 minutes sending messages on nationstates to Evan and Dev about bears. See, theres like, bears all up in my shit in my country, and I'm totally cool with it, cause bears rock. Like, they're so chill about everything. They basically walk around and eat all fucking day. They get all up in your shit, and you're like, "dude, bear, back the fuck off, hoss.", and he's all, "pfft, I'm a fucking bear you tit, what are you gonna do, hit me?" ANd I mean, what can you say to that, it's a fucking bear, dude. And don't even bother talking to him if hes after your donuts. Bitches loooove donuts. Just give them to him,and haul ass, man, cause that bears gonna want more, and he might just figures you's hoarding some boston cremes, and man, there'll be hell to pay if he's right. He will fuck a bitch up for some boston cremes...

I hate how when it gets really late, I get maaaad paranoid. Like, I've nearly shot like, four people. I here a noise outside, and I like, bust my door open wiht nerf gunh in hard, only to scare the balls off some random drunk guy. I suppose it's worth saying, I am totally not drunk//high. It's jsut late, and I'm waaay too alone.

Man, bears are totally sweet....

Dec. 12th, 2005 @ 03:11 am
After a cup of tea and a phone call with Tina, I'm pretty much ready for finals. I'm off to bed in a minute.

I should be heading home on friday. I should see everyone then.


HOLY FLYING THUNDERCOCKS! Dec. 9th, 2005 @ 08:00 pm

Mark my words, you blazing-shittledick, I'll have my revenge...NOBODY SHIT'S UP MY HAIR BUT ME!


Now to figure out who done it....
Current Mood: Motherfuckingsaltinhairsoangry
Current Music: Flaming RageFuck - Rammstein \w/

DAMN Dec. 9th, 2005 @ 02:36 pm
So yeah, after a long orgy with many anonymous partners, I think I've got syphylis. I think it was all that gay sex. One girl OD'ed on some manner of the drugs, and I'm pretty sure she died. But like I always say, it's not a good orgy unless someone dies.

I've decided to stop going to class, because college is lame. But I'm going to stay in college, cause I like it here.

I;ve been making lots of money smuggling illegal immigrants across the border. I'm plannin on opening a strip joint with all the cash I've got.

Dad, you cock-monkey, get the hell out of my journal. Mine, goddamnit, not your's. Stay out, or I won't buy you anything for christmas;)


Oct. 30th, 2005 @ 05:00 am
It's five in the morning. I've been up for a very long time playing Soul Calibur III (Which fucking rocks, by the by). I was up till about 1:30 drinking with Evan and his crazy father last night, and till 4:30 writing a paper thursday night (I then attended an 8:00 class to pass in said paper, came back to the dorm, and slept until 5:00). I think I will go to bed soon...Maybe I'll try to go to bed at like, 6:00 tomorrow.

Current Music: None, it's five o' fucking clock!
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