Comfort

I want to do so many things, and then I just don't. I'm not scared. The things I want to do are things I've done before, things that make me feel good. I want to draw, I want to write about memories and stories, and I want to read. I've come to the realization that the reason I don't is because of comfort, and it's been the saddest realization I've had in a while. Fear is much more beautiful. There's reason behind the emotion, often merely psychological, followed by an internal struggle to find a personal treasure. I love overcoming a fear, having something to show for it even if just for myself.

Now, comfort is just this sluggish thing where good becomes good enough and there's nothing else to it. I know what's good enough, what's accepted, and what some people want, and I've just left it at that without any true exploration for months now. I just got back to exploring, and I want to explore some more. I want to draw things I fear I'll mess up, I want to write what my fingers feel like instead of what my brain dictates, and I want to read and get my head so into the words that they become the bright images I would love so dearly a decade or so ago when last I truly read.

I'm not ready for comfort yet.

How to make your Blogger/GoDaddy link work without "www."

To better understand the emotion behind this post, I recommend hearing Chariots of Fire by Vangelis in the background.

I've spent over a year trying to study and understand how to properly edit zone files on GoDaddy. Mainly because you couldn't reach my site (www.d4am.net) by typing in "d4am.net", but also because I like learning. At least I thought I did for 3 months, until I realized nothing worked. The months that followed showed nothing but the pain and agony of basic code ripping my insides apart as I gave up, tried over, and repeated everything all over again. Always hopeful that one day, maybe, Google would answer my question.

I've found the answer.

All this time I thought, gee, if other people can get it to work, I can too. I can just, make a switch here (and ruin my site for a few precious hours) or make an adjustment there (and clench onto my heart as I try to put everything back exactly how it was.) The trick seemed to be not to use GoDaddy at all.

If you could feel my eye twitching, the sigh of relief, and the release of what seems to be soothing endorphins, you might just understand what finding insomnia over a web address might be. You might decide that yes, some geniuses with the time and the patience really did study all this A Host and CNAME donkey-dung, but me, I prefer the easy way.

This is how you do it.

Go to your blog's settings. You should land directly on your basic settings, and from there you should see your modified blog address. Click edit. Toggle the redirect button.

Here's a visual representation.

Well, I feel stupid. At least I did it. I pulled through, I dedicated, and I probably didn't even have to go through all those sacrifices all these months just to do it.

Great.

Give Me a Disease

I don't support heart attacks. Or diabetes. And only on an occasional basis, cancer, and only because it's pretty fucking unavoidable. We get cancer on our ice, booty munch, if you wanna avoid cancer live the vegan life up in the Himalayas and—

I'm getting carried away.

I would never buy diabetes, but I'd let you give me some. And maybe, as you give me some, we can help someone else. Someone with needs. And no, fuck feeding the poor. This is way more important than that. Fuck cancer patients, AIDS epidemics, or just people who don't have clean water either. We're talking about real needs here, we're talking about problems we can solve, problems like Mel's about 50,000 views shy of 200,000, and some 18 followers shy of 400 followers, and this shit is about as serious as the lube for your first anal experience. Try not to shit your pants over how fucking terrifyingly serious that is. Try not to shit your pants because you have a gaping wide asshole now, either.

If you go to Mel's blog here and leave a comment stating that I, D4 have sent you, she might send me a Twinkie. She obviously wants my death, I tell you. But that's nothing, because I'll make that sugary slut suck me off. Where's your cream filling now, you Twinkie bitch?

Source

That's when all hell breaks loose and I deep fry that shit. You syphils swallowing ass-cunts don't know? Apparently deep fried Twinkies is the only sure fire way of kick starting your inevitable string of physical diseases. We all know the mental ones have already gone too far for me anyway; it's time.

So if you have any heart at all, you'll finish the job on me. Earn me another chance at winning a Twinkie. Go to this particular page on her blog, and just.. you know. Say I sent you.

You might end up getting the Twinkie for all I know.

Who am I even writing to?

Go to bed, kid.

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Work it, bitch

I enjoy good service. No, seriously. I like to tip at least 20% if the service was good at a restaurant. I like to wish people a good day when they've answered my questions. I like being well attended at any local food place, and then telling other people they should check it out. Even if said food is somewhat shitty.

But this one time, not too long ago, I went to a better known sandwich shop. Let's call it Wubsay. Now, I like me a good Wubsay sandwich. It's not the best out there, but it's good for what it is. What sucked a big cheese encrusted cock was the guy attending me.

I'm in line, there's 2 guys ahead of me. I'm just there, waiting like any sane human would expect, when the sandwich maker asks me what I want. My neck snaps back towards him, and I see him asking the guy ahead of me what he wants in his sandwich.

"I must be hearing things."

But then he calls me again. Now I'm all for multi-tasking, but if you're going to attend me, fucking attend me. He gets the hint after I wait for him to put another Wub into the oven-microwave thing. He looks me in the eyes and asks me what I want. What I ordered doesn't matter, I've already forgotten. Let's say I ordered the extra cheesy sardine combo. He nods in acknowledgement, then deals with the heated Wub.

After he does all his chores with the heated Wub from the guy ahead of me, he comes back to me and asks me what I want. So far the service is pretty bad. His act of multi-tasking was really just a waste of time.

"But it's okay" I say "It's minimum wage, it's to be expected."

He prepares my sandwich up for me and asks what I'd like on it. I was waiting for this moment the whole time I was in line. I know exactly what I want and don't want. I start something like: I don't want lettuce or--

He looked like this-ish.

From here what happens is nothing too exciting. I get pissed off. I'm the customer, I'm always right. Don't correct me, you just listen to me and pull your saw-edged butt plug out of your anus, shit-stain.

I had a low temper that day. But I did nothing mean. I just said everything like I wanted to say it anyway. No lettuce, no jalapenos, everything else goes.

After a bit of thought, though, here's what I should have said:

Everything. Yes, even jalapenos.

Now take the jalapenos off. Now take the lettuce off. Now the tomatoes. Don't forget the banana peppers. Now the green peppers, please, I don't need them any more. Actually, I'm not hungry, I'm gonna go.

Next time some skid-mark comes at me with this shit, I'll have this ready. Be on your toes, Wubsay employees.

Tagged againagainagainagain

I'm not sure I said enough agains. Whatever.

I've been tagged on one of these little shits once more. If you're bored and boring, you might wanna check the past ones. This one is pretty similar. Some of the stupid rules have been shaved off but there's still a few to take care of. Take a look at the original set of rules. Or get out of the  window and read something worth reading, whatever. Up to you.

Using a  lot of fonts isn't cute, kids

Needless to say, once more, I don't agree with the rules. I've revised and fixed them because I can.

Better, if I do say so myself

Today's questions are brought to you by MRanthrope of Jim's Fear. He's not a total dipshit, so if you for some reason read these questions and enjoy them, give him a look.

Also he likes some fucking amazing metal.

Let's get down to business, motherfuckers.

1. What part of the country/world are you from and do you like it's weather?
Puerto Rico. I really do. Beach during winter is amazing.

2. If you could spend a week anywhere on Earth, where would you go?
A submarine in the Mariana Trench.

3. What's your favorite film- why?
It depends on the mood. But I guess The Red Violin. Purely because it's inspired me to get further into music and thus made my life a lot happier. I've only seen it about 3 times in my life, but I do always enjoy it.

4. Which celebrity/athlete/world leader would you like to meet (first name that pops in your head!)?
First name that pops into my head is George Watsky and that's probably only because I'm listening to him right now. He's still awesome though. Wouldn't mind.

5. Monster truck or Mini Cooper?
I'd rather walk. Whatever, monster truck.

6. What was your worst subject in school?
History can suck my balls.

7. If you could transform your favorite hobby/pastime into a career, you'd be a professional what?
... I guess I'd write music articles for major (e?)magazines.

8. You wake up tomorrow and discover you've suddenly become a pro wrestler...what's your theme song/entrance music going to be?
This has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that MRanthrope's favorite band is these guys, but The Dillinger Escape Plan's version of Aphex Twin's Come to Daddy.

9. Opinions on nationalism?
I'm mostly for it in my particular political situation, but I can't say it's best for everywhere.

10. How do you kill time whenever there's a power outage?
Board games. So many amazing board games.

11. Jesus VS Darth Vader...who wins the battle of the midi-chlorians?!
I'd sit them both the fuck down with a grilled cheese and some chocolate milk and tell them to talk it out. They've got to just grow up.


Why did you even read this far? Geeze.

I've been tagged again

Again. If you're somehow unaware of this, you might want to go here and here. I feel kinda stupid giving a fuck, since I said myself that these were stupid, but it also gives me room to vent when people are stupid.

Like you, person-who-isn't-reading-this.

This time I was tagged by Leon Kennedy, who I haven't been following long enough to know if I care about or not. Sorry Leon. I doubt you'll read this anyway so it doesn't matter.

Leon was particularly interesting with this one paragraph he wrote:

Choosing people was tough.  Not only to find interesting people, but because it seems like everyone's been tagged already!  If you really don't want to answer the questions, let me know and I'll try to find someone else.  All in good fun.

Here you are, man. Breaking rules #4 and #5 (which you put up yourself), in part because they're stupid and in part because you were lazy. It's okay.

To the few readers I've got here, I apologize for yet another tagged post. Please feel free to stop reading now as the questions are coming up.


1. What... is your name?
Well It's D4 to you.

2.  What... is your quest?
Not to fuck your mother in an attempt at giving you a smarter sibling. Great question here.

3.  What... is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
African or European? Yes, dickweed. I know how original you were here.

4.  Why are manhole covers round?
I'll leave the psycho-analyzing to my future bosses.

5.  Before you stand two identical guards, guarding two identical doors.  One of the doors goes to heaven, and one of the doors leads to hell.  One of the guards always tells the truth, and one of the guards always lies.  Both guards know which door is which, and each guard is fully aware of the other.  You want to pass through the door that leads to heaven.  You may only ask one of the guards a single question.  What question do you ask?
I should probably play them play them off each other and ask what the other would say heaven leads to. I'm smarter than that, I'd bust a cap in the first one's ass and ask the second one if he really wants to fuck with me. Yeah.

6.  Chunky or smooth peanut butter?
Chunky for a pb&j, smooth for use on chocolate.

7.  You have eight balls of the same size.  Seven of the balls weigh exactly the same, and one of them weighs slightly more.  How do you find which ball is the heavier one using a balance and only two weighings?
Don't make me bust a cap in your ass too, motherfucker.

8.  Your house is on fire and you only have time to bring one item out with you.  What do you grab and why?
My wallet. I'd like to say the reasons are obvious.

9.  If you cook, what's your best dish?  If not, what's your favorite food?
I will make you the meanest grilled blue cheese burger you've ever tasted.

10.  How was your day today?
Decent, thanks for asking.

11.  A cat is placed in a sealed box with a piece of radioactive material and a vial of poison gas.  The radioactive material has exactly a 50/50 chance of decaying after 1 minute.  If the radioactive material decays, the poison gas will be released and kill the cat.  After 1.5 minutes, what is the state of the cat?
It depends if the radioactive material decays, doesn't it? Also, I know nothing on the poison, for all I know it could work slowly and even if it did decay the cat would seem fine. I might be missing something, I'm tired.

K thanks for the questions Leon. I kinda wish you'd checked this before breaking rule 4. I mean I break some rules anyway but, fuck if I'm gonna turn down the chance to call something stupid. Who would I be?

I've been tagged

Again. I believe this breaks rule number 4 which clearly states "Don't tag anyone who's been tagged before."

I mean I can't blame anyone for tagging me, how are they supposed to know if I've been tagged or not? What kind of fecal matter does a rule have to consist of for it to require you to be psychic?

I'll put the rules up. Again. As should be expected, I'm going to cross out any rules that super-sized their order of ridiculous with their stupid.

The stupid gives me a headache, personally

• Rule#1: Put the rules on your blog.
• Rule#2: Every person tagged should tell 11 things about themselves, answer the 11 questions asked by the one that tagged you, tag 11 other people and ask them 11 different questions.
• Rule#3: Let the people whom you tagged know you've done so.
• Rule#4: Don't tag anyone who's been tagged before. Gasp, motherfuckers.
• Rule#5: Really do tag 11 others, don't go all ''if you want to take this tag''.

Ok.

Let's do this.

1. What is your most prized possession? My iPod. If the house is burning down, it's the only thing I'll look for. Edit: a big round of applause for Bersercules for realizing I'd also bring my wallet. Someone give him a re-assuring pat on the back or something. (I can be an asshole too, Herc.)
2. What songs would you be embarrassed about on your music device of choice? I wouldn't be embarrassed about anything in there. I guess the most shocking is the Happy Tree Friends Theme.
3. If you could go back in time and stop yourself from buying an album what would it be? I wouldn't. Every album I bought has played a role in my music taste, regardless of how shitty some purchases were.
4. If you could be present for any past event what would it be? Woodstock.
5. Were you raised in any religious tradition and are you still a part of it? Nope.
6. Which fast food place is your favorite? Eh. Subway I guess.
7. What is your favorite beverage? Hand me a nice fresh homemade lemonade and I can't say no. 
8. What is your favorite music video? Hustler - Simian Mobile Disco. This version. You win points if you can stomach it.
9. Are there any actors you absolutely won't watch in movies? There's always exceptions, so no.
10. What album could you listen to on loop all day? Oh boy. Ok, Anything by Eric Dolphy, Frances the Mute and De-Loused in the Comatorium by The Mars Volta, Disraeli Gears by Cream, M.O.T.A. by Cultura Profética, this list goes on.
11. What is your favorite piece of clothing you own? This awesome Team Brazil - Ronaldo football/soccer jersey.

Kudos to Dylanthulu for asking decent questions. He is not a dipshit and you should check out his blog to see if it's to your liking.

Again I'll mention, if this was somehow a highlight for your day, I'd recommend maybe reading a book. Here's a recommendation.

I think these bulk question things are stupid.

I've been tagged in a "random 11 question thing". I think these are stupid.

I remember when I first started blogging, I thought it was awesome. I might get 5 extra page views that day, maybe a shitty comment and the chance to promote some other bloggers. Then I realized that my blogger world is a community, that people run out of people to send these to because of the not so gigantic size of this community, and that when people don't know who else to give these to, they might even resort to the niche blogs that don't feature shit like this. AKA me.

Just the same, there's always gotta be an asshole ready to corrupt the flow of things, and since the reason I made this blog was to be able to do other blog-related posts, I decided to step froward and accept my role.

Here are the rules. Kinda.

• Put the rules of this Tag on your blog.
• Everyone tagged should tell 11 things about themselves
• Answer the 11 questions asked by the person who tagged you
• Tag 11 other people and ask them 11 different questions.
• Let the people whom you tagged know you've done so.
• Don't tag anyone who's been tagged before.
• Really do tag 11 others, and don't go all "if you want to, take this tag".

I took the liberty of crossing off the rules that had supersized their order of stupid.

"Deep." "Yeah, edgy."

Here's the questions:

1. First video game you ever played?
   Crash Bandicoot. I don't remember which, he spun a lot.
   
2. Favorite game console (Wii, Xbox 360, Playstation 3, NES, so on so forth)?
   Playstation 1
   
3. Favorite video game?
   Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2 (Yep.)
   
4. Who do you think is the greatest character ever conceived in video games?
   Tomb Raider?
   
5. Who is the greatest villain?
   That's an easy one. It's
   
6. Best weapon in your opinion (can be any game)?
   I'm gonna have to go with shiny lazer beams.
   
7. Biggest pet peeves in games?
   Auto-lock. Hate it when aiming is predetermined.
   
8. Your greatest gaming moment ever?
   It was a sad moment that no one ever saw and no one will ever believe. Fuck.
   
9. If you were a character from any game, what would you do?
   I guess it depends what character I was.
   
10. If given enough time and resources. What would be your life goal?
    I would own a giant music label, coordinate massive concerts around the globe in order to support it and keep the music as close to free as possible while giving artists full access to their deserved studios. No strings attached but no shitty producers allowed. Lol dreams.
    
11. Do think this it the eleventh question? I got lazy and asked a shitty 11th question
    I could tell.

If you enjoyed reading that you should really consider picking up a book. If you wish you had the opportunity to answer questions like these, don't. It's a pain in the ass. Trust me.


Go play with fire, kids. It's pretty.