No Dignity Left.

So... This Is What Vegan Porn Looks Like?

For those of you who know me, you've probably noticed that I have no issue in addressing certain topics. Like  pornography, for instance. But today, on Sprocket Ink, things get a little confused as I talk about pseudo-porn (porn that's not actually porn) on a pseudo-porn site (a porn site that's not act... You get the idea!).

I won't say too much on the subject here. Your mission, should you choose to accept it (and, let's face it, you will choose to) is to follow the LINK. As always, should you be caught or killed, then you probably went off on your own and did something you shouldn't have and will most likely be wishing that you had stopped to read my post instead. Remember, you were warned.

The World of Warcraft & Height Differences.

As I mentioned before, I'm not very tall. The last time I told you about it, I compared myself to one of the races in the game World of Warcraft known as the Dwarf. Once again, using WoW Model Viewer, I'll show you what I mean.

I have to admit that it bothered me at first. Especially when, as a kid growing up, others made fun of me.

But it's okay. I've gotten over it since then.

Mrs C is shorter than I am which makes us a perfect pair.

But if you want to be specific, I'm more Dwarf-like in build than she is. That is to say, I'm the stocky one. If I had to compare her to any character in the game, I'd say her body more closely resembled that of a Night Elf than a Dwarf.

I know, right? Lucky me. Only... She'd actually be a very tiny Night Elf.

I should probably mention now that Mrs. C isn't as accepting of her stature as I am. In fact, she gets really pissed off when I joke about it.

That being said, just do me a favor and don't mention anything I just told you to her. It's most likely going to make her very upset and thinks won't end well for me.

Not well at all.

Nobody Cares!

Okay! Maaaybe I get a little rant-y today. But of course there's also that way funnier post I did over on Sprocket Ink today. Just click here. Otherwise, feel free to continue.

After you visit Sprocket that is...

In life we all go through some crap. Sometimes it can be petty annoying crap that messes up your day, sometimes that crap can be so craptastic it can even be life altering. I've been through both and if there's one thing I've learned from my experiences is this:

Nobody cares.

This took me a while to accept, but the pure and simple fact of it is, no matter how broken up you might be about your troubles, no matter how big a pity party you throw, at the end of the day, people have their own lives and their own crap to deal with. They don't have time to shoulder your burdens too.

Maybe you work for one of those "caring companies". Good for you! But you should know they don't actually "care" about their employees. I'll let you in a secret. It's still all about them. See, they figured that staff are more productive and are less likely to quit (or go on a homicidal rampage) if they feel their bosses "care" about them. Sorry to break it to you like this.

Or am I?

So let's say you had a bad relationship, or worked in a place that totally screwed you over. Do you think the next person or employer that comes along is looking for damaged goods? Maybe that new person or boss sees your potential and decides to give you a chance. Maybe they like fixing broken things and you're their next project. Those will be among the rare exceptions and will only be good up to a point. Eventually, they will expect to see some return on their efforts and you'll be expected to pick yourself up and dust yourself off. If not, they dump you too (WOOHOO! More to sulk about).

Nope. They don't care. They don't give a shit. They don't want deal with your issues. That's the hard truth, buddy.

Now, don't get me wrong, there are those who will care for a while. Close family, even friends will often lend a sympathetic ear or a shoulder to cry on. But they're only willing to put up with it for a while, and trust me, they get really tired of someone who keeps living in the past.

So all that being said, maybe you should think about actually getting over whatever it is that knocked you down and get on with your life. Maybe it's you who needs to stop caring. Just let go whatever "it" was that got you down. Learn whatever you can from it and move forward.

Or not. Whatever! I don't care.

In Case You Were Looking For Me...

I'm not here today. I'm just popping in quick to let you know I have a post up over at Studio 30 Plus today. 

Have I told you about Studio 30 Plus? Sure I have! As I would have mentioned in the past, it's a community for writers. But saying that alone doesn't do it justice. It's a site where writers can do things like flex your writing muscles with a weekly writing prompt, take a dip in the pool of knowledge offered by other writers, get actively involved an a slew of different groups that cater to your whatever your writing style. You can even strut your stuff on the site's community blog.

As you can see, it's really a great writer's resort resource, and I've been a card carrying member for almost as long as I've been a blogger. Okay, technically I never received a "card" per se, but I suspect that's only because it was lost in the mail or something.

But I digress. If you're looking for me, Studio 30 Plus is where you'll find me today. You know the deal. CLICK HERE and hold on tight.

I've Been Holding Out.

I don't exactly know how to say this, but recently, I've gotten myself involved in something. It's complicated and even I don't know how things turned out this way, but I think it's time I 'fessed up about it. You see, for over a month now, I've been spending most of my mornings here:

That's right. It is a gym. And, no, this isn't a new job (I wish). Also, I haven't just been hanging around watching other people work out. I can't believe I'm saying this but... I have been working out. And I've actually been participating in this REGULARLY!

I know! I know! How could I? I'm not too proud of it either. The gym just sits right there on the corner and I have to pass it every time I go out. It mocks you, you know. Promising you an attractive body and the chance of one day being able to take off your shirt at the beach without fear or shame. Who can resist that?

Then there's society and the media. They're as much to blame. They've been poisoning our minds from the very start. All those "biceps" and "abs" all over the place on TV and in magazines. Name one fat superhero. You can't, can you? It's because they brainwashing us! Then there's all the peer pressure! I don't know how yet but there had to be some involved.

Now I have to deal with muscle aches. I didn't even know I had muscles before the pain showed me where to find them all. Oh, and did I mention I have to change my eating too. I have to eat fruit and raisin bran now. Did you know there are no marshmallows in bran flakes? MADNESS!!!

Added to all this is how Mrs. C has been reacting to my new pastime. She knows what I've been doing and she's been noticing the subtle changes I've been going through since I started. Now she's starting to give me this strange look. A very disturbing look. The hungry cat kind of look.

This may not end well.

As I sit here and ponder my shame, remember to go over to Sprocket Ink and check out what I did there today too. Fair warning: You may not want to be eating while you read it... Click here when you're ready.

Wordless Wednesday: They Only Come Out At Night.

A Group of Men Discover In Terror That Breasts Do Not Just Go Away On Their Own.

If there's one thing people know by now is that I'm fascinated by boobs. Okay, technically those are two things since they usually come in pairs, but let's not get distracted here...

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Sorry kinda trailed off there for a minute. Now where was I? Right! Boobs, mammaries, ta-tas, breasts.

Bet you wish you had your own lovely assistant.

Yeah, those.

Whatever you call 'em, one thing's for sure, it isn't just me, we all love 'em.  C'mon! Admit it! You know you do. Well... most of us anyway.

This brings me to the reason for this post (why, no, it wasn't just to talk about boobs... oddly enough). It seems there is actually a group of people out there who find large boobs too distracting. Men, no less. And, as such, they decided to fire the carrier of said large boobs for the offence of bringing them to work every day. I won't say more here but this is the story I look into on my newest post on Sprocket Ink.

Click here to learn more.

Amazing!

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Bringing Back The Classics.

As of last Saturday I am officially free of end of term exams and, all things considered, I think I did pretty okay *fingers crossed*.

With that out of the way I think it's about I dust off this old blog and get to some serious posting. Don't you think? Yeah. I knew you'd agree. That being said, I'm working on something special for tomorrow. Veeeery special! I won't give too much away but I'll say this much - the old gang (meaning: Lacy, Diane, Robert and Steven) are finally coming off of their extended vacation for this one.

I know! You can hardly wait, right?

Anyway, I left a little something over at Sprocket Ink to tide you over till then. It's about the newest robotic innovation from the land of Japan. Trust me. This one's a whole lot weirder than last week's story about the emotionally sensitive vacuum cleaner.

So click the SI badge over there on the right and go check things out over there while I put the finishing touches on tomorrow's post.