Of Miles Rausch

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/15189381/

Maybe cupid isn’t perfect. Maybe he misses sometimes. Maybe his arrow hits one person harder than the other.

Maybe his arrows can impair as well as enamor. Maybe he can smite as well as smit. And maybe some of us can actually pull the arrow out and pretend we were never struck. And then cupid’s arrow is a dagger.

Remember: Cupido rima con estupido.

St. Valentine’s Day is coming up, and I think I should pass the word on. This holiday is simply a way for obnoxious couples to fornicate in public. It’s a way to sell way too many bad tasting candy and day old flowers.

Don’t believe the love stories. They’re just science fiction for ordinary people.

Tony says:
how was the game?

Miles says:
Little girls suck at basketball.

Tony says:
how did Molly do?

Miles says:
Well, …. she’s kinda the class clown of the basketball court. She…. well, … she’s not good, but she’s just so adorable that you laugh off her airballs and turnovers.

Tony says:
haha

#447880

<zerox-> who has paypal
<KermyAWAY> thousands upon thousands of people
<zerox-> ok who has paypal that would be willing to do me a favor
<KermyAWAY> no one
<zerox-> ok let me rephrase it 1 more time
* SNguyen sets mode: +o zerox-
<@zerox-> who wants to do me a favor or else be banned

Fimbulwinter

The game, Age of Mythology, is one where you sorta play a God character. You control worker units (like regular civilians), military units (like archers) and myth units (like Pegasus). Then there are different types of buildings and you can improve buildings and people. There are 12 total “major” gods that you can choose from. They range from Zues to Isis to Thor to Gaia.

Each God is given a God power. Then, as you progress through the game, you can meet certain criteria to move on to the different ages. You start in Archaic, Classical, Heroic, and Mythic. When you progress to a new age, you can pick between two minor Gods. Each minor God gives you another God power. Some God powers are one-time events (like Earthquake) and some are duration powers, which is what Fimbulwolves is. It lasts 30 seconds or something.

So, Bryce and Tony and Lindsey and I are totally “ga-ga” for this game. We play it all the time.

One of the God powers for one of the Norse minor Gods is called “Fimbulwinter”. What happens when someone casts it is that packs of wolves begin attacking four enemy town centers (town centers are important – you make villagers there and villagers keep your economy going which you need for your army). It’s a great and powerful power. It’s horrible if it’s against you. And what happens is that the screen kinda darkens, and snow starts to fall, and then the wolves appear and begin attacking everything enemy.

So, we were sitting around in Marshall, the four of us, and we were talking about AoM, as it’s called. And Bryce and I hit upon a movie idea for this game. It starts with a playground where all these young children are playing. Then, it gets kinda dark, and the first snow flakes begin to fall. Then panick sets in. Everyone’s screaming, and the wolves come out to feed.

It can both dramatic or really funny. We pictured the children getting torn apart by these wolves, and the nuns who run the school push out the bleeding children because the wolves can smell blood. Then, the snow stops, the screen lightens, and the wolves all collapse and disappear. We hear crying children and screams. Then slowly the nun opens the door, says, “Oh dear God. We need a hero.” and then the title.

We love the idea. So, Bryce, Tony, Linds, and I have all had Fimbulwolves names since Saturday.

Flu says: its business law
Flu says: so you can imagine how lively that’ll be
in development says: Business + Law.
Flu says: just praying to god a friend will be in the same class so i can chit chat with someone
Flu says: right
in development says: No kidding. I don’t think I could ever do your major.
in development says: I’m not into business.
Flu says: comp sci is hard
Flu says: hurts my head just thinking about it
Flu says: but it is much cooler than business
in development says: That’s how we’re different. I hate people and you hate machines.
Flu says: what?
Flu says: no, i don’t think you hate people and i don’t hate machines
Flu says: but i got a laugh out of that
in development says: It made me laugh, too.

If you’re bored, and don’t mind questionable material, check out http://cheston.com/pbf/archive.html.

The New Year

by Death Cab for Cutie

so this is the new year.
and i don’t feel any different.
the clanking of crystal
explosions off in the distance (in the distance).

so this is the new year
and I have no resolutions
for selfl assigned penance
for problems with easy solutions

so everybody put your best suit or dress on
let’s make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
as thirty dialogues bleed into one

i wish the world was flat like the old days
then i could travel just by folding a map
no more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
there’d be no distance that can hold us back.

there’d be no distance that could hold us back (x2)

so this is the new year (x4)

First part of news – I hope everyone has been having a great holiday. I’ve been spending a lot of spare time making music, wallpapers, and playing Age of Mythology, my newly bought game. The goal is for all of us here to get way better than Tony so that when he gets back from Florida, we can all kill him.

The medium of the holidays was “dvd”. I got 5 discs of LOTR: ROTK (a bonus disc of a Howard Shore concert). 1 crap DVD my mom got me which may be okay (an Orson Wells flick, but not Citizen Kane). Bryce got me some killer clown DVD. Tony got me Season 3 of the show “24” minus DVD #2. And I bought a 2 disc special edition of One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest.

I’ll be watching stuff until my eyes bleed.

In other news, something horrible happened to my stage.

Here is a picture gallery by Brad Hesser.

Read it here, http://www.zwire.com/site/news.cfm?BRD=1302&dept_id=181979&newsid=13639098&PAG=461&rfi=9, or I’ve copied it down below.

Playhouse suffers water damage

By:ELISA SAND, Staff Reporter

The Dakota Prairie Playhouse theater suffered water damage Monday after parts of the building’s sprinkler system were triggered.

In a news release, Dakota State University officials say that some pipes apparently froze and triggered the sprinkler system. Officials don’t know what exactly caused the pipes to freeze.

The damage was discovered at about 10 p.m. during the night watchman’s rounds.

In a news release issued Tuesday morning, Physical Plant Director Pat Keating speculated that a compressor failure could have led to the frozen pipes and subsequent triggering of the sprinkler system in parts of the theater.

For the complete story, see Tuesday’s Daily Leader.

Otherwise, sitewise, I’ve been messing with some plugins in Movable Type and in WordPress. I’m still not sure what kind of move I’m going to do yet. I really like the simplicity of WordPress. I think that I could write quite a few plugins of my own, since it’s MySQL and PHP, both of which I have experience with. On the other hand, I’ve been using MT for a long time, and it is a more popular blogging software, so there are more plugins available. I’m still not sure which direction I’m going to go, yet.

I have, however, installed a World Population plugin and a Text Formatting plugin, which I may never use. You might have noticed that the headers look a little different. This is something called SIIR, courtesy of AxisFive Media Solutions, and it allows me the flexibility of using any True Type Font (of which there are thousands) by means of converting the text to images. The long and short of it is that I can customize the look of my headings without having to worry that some user doesn’t have that font installed. Downside, images load slower and I’m not sure if it’s possible to make it stylesheet dependant.

In world news, the weather is making me nervous. Maybe snow isn’t so bad afterall.

Happy New Year to everyone!

I am art: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/13542151/

I am poetry.
I am music.
I am literature.
I am beauty.
I am art.

Because you are all these things, too, even if no one tells you.

I want to wish everyone the happiest on this day of days.

Happy Holidays everyone!

It seems that all I’m good for lately is wallpapers. And none of them has been “funny”, which is what this site is supposed to be.

I’m worthless.

Good Thoughts: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/13384481/

Where Do Good Thoughts Live?

You thought it would be a great night for a campfire. “The moon will be out and around us,” you said. “We can dance in the sand and in the surf for the moon, entertain her with our joy.” I agreed with reservations and hesitations. “I am too acquainted with the moon, and with you, to feel at peace,” I said back. And, with an icy look, you disappeared out the door.

We set up a fire on the beach. We waited for the moon. We didn’t dance. All I could do was stare at you, pull you into my eyes and try to hold you there. The fire colored you orange, highlighted your eyes and danced in your hair. You looked me in the eyes, and we held it for a count, and you broke it.

The fire was warm. The fire had the same warmth all fires have; where it touches you, it burns too warm, and everywhere else, it burns too cold. It doesn’t warm your body like a blanket does, all at once. It paints the heat on in coats. You were chilly, and I held you for a count, and you broke it.

“I want to dance; I want the moon to see me and smile.” You tried to dance by yourself, a dance you remembered from days past, but you fell into the sand and wouldn’t let me help you up. Then, you did an unexpected thing.

I sat by the fire, and you turned your back on it and walked. With the moon watching from your right, you walked down the beach, your arms across each other across your chest. I tried to call you back to the fire, to the warmth. I tried to convince you that I make it less hot, less bright. Still, you walked and walked until there was no light from the fire to touch you and only the darkness and the moonlight lit your way.

Even that far away, I could hear you crying.

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Left Side
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i can’t help. I’m dying in side out side all over it seems.
she hates me; she should she will she does
i wish to god it wasn’t like this
i want to be happy
i want to not cry anymore
is it her or is it me?
or is it us?

please god help me
i know that you know the best way for this to end
do i stay with her or do i go?
do i live on like this and wait for it to get better
or do i start over and give up
what do i do?
why don’t you answer me?
please
please
please…

i know she loves me
well, she says she loves me
i need to believe that
she loves me

love and god conquer all
she will be mine
she loves me
she loves me forever
she promised

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Right Side
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you’re no fucking use to anyone
you’re pathetic
you’re worthless
you have no worth
cry cry cry cry
and nothingyou can do about it

love is dead.
god is dead
you should be

why do you think she chose you?
not for looks: ugly
not for size: fatty
not for personality: baby
not for status: geeky
maybe for money
but now that’s drying up ain’t it
and she can make her own funds
with him

you are a fool
wasting your time
and ending your life for a stupid girl
enjoy the cold

study of a fluttershy: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/13236843/

(Poem No. 557)
by Emily Dickinson

She hideth Her the last –
And is the first, to rise –
Her Night doth hardly recompense
The Closing of Her eyes –

She doth Her Purple Work –
And putteth Her away
In low Apartments in the Sod –
As Worthily as We.

To imitate Her life
As impotent would be
As make of Our imperfect Mints,
The Julep – of the Bee –

Tonight I received this email from Megan Flynn.

My grandma’s health has been slowly deteriorating. She has broken her ankle, in two places, and the procedure to fix it cannot be done due to her bone density and age. She also had a stroke. She is now a resident in the nursing home.

This is terrible news, and I know that Megan and her family will appreciate all your prayers. Frances is a dear, sweet old lady whose will and inner strength has far outlived her body’s ability to keep up. She has truly lived her life for God and her family. I will be praying for the best.