...but if nothing else, I've been struck by an unusually high respect for a group of Denver evangelicals. Given my shaky history concerning Christianity's teachings, as well as the teachings of several other religions, it may be curious why I'm suddenly stricken by the sometimes perilous venom of respect and admiration.

Here's why:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_rel_gay_affirming_church

Fuck yeah, Denver. Doesn't mean that I'm going to be on your side should you go against the Ducks, but you're restoring bits of my faith. Congrats as I truly believed Fred Phelps had killed any redemption for religion.

Wow. Didn't think I'd come back to this... Oh well. Chapter 4. Here we go. Trying to get my train of thought on the proper track.

( Hey, it's a body.... )

Distressing feelings and depression are currently what rules my mind at the moment.
( Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn... )

Gah. I should update more often, but if I'm logged in, I can't see some of the IB fics (stupid Adult Content Blocker). However, in a few months, that should no longer be an issue. But this is my update.

( Got a lot to say... )

You know how I have a tendency to get mad when people associated songs I like with Twilight (like using the ending-ish song in Repo for a Bedward MV)?

Well, now I don't have to wait for someone to do something like that. After all, why rely on others when you can do it yourself?

Explanation time:
As horrible and evil Twilight is, part of me still sees it as a potential-fest that was so improperly handled in the mail that the contents arrived as smashed and mangled versions of what it was. While I think Edward and Bella are still two of the worst characters in literary history, my natural instinct to turn to the secondary characters kicked in and I was unable to convince myself I hated them. So I spent the time after finishing my first bit of that FrancisxHunter RP imagining a way to write a fanfic that may actually be worth reading (meaning reworking Edward and Bella as antagonists and putting most of the secondary characters in the forefront). And thus the music association started.

Apparently my mind had decided this: "If you're going to have to deal with that crap, I'm making it entertaining. Can't have your heart blowing up from rage." So it did. Using the characters acting so OOC that smeyer would have a heart attack and songs I like, I managed to carve myself a nice little set of time-wasting daydreams. After imagining James, the meyerpiric Snidely Whiplash, dancing around singing the Tiger Army version of Oogie Boogie's Song, I realized what the hell I was doing and attempted to stop.

Long story short: It didn't. So now I'm stuck with strange images of characters I'm supposed to hate singing songs I happen to love. I'm guessing there is a part of my brain demanding I salvage what I can and is determined to keep my mind on it...

As much as I hate saying this, I'm not as sad/disappointed/angry with myself as I should be...

The L4D fic (which I'm still working on) is written through Hunter's POV. So he doesn't have the same names and such for what he sees as the survivors. At least, I don't think he does. So I made this up. Not sure what I was on, but it was written.
( What the Hunter sees: What we see )

The Smoking Gun Presents: World's Dumbest RecordBreakers 3. After the concrete breaking record, Danny Bonaduce. No shirt. Explaining how the last guy won his record. And nunchucks... Sweet Mother Maeve. I remember him saying he's a third-degree black belt, but I wasn't expecting that.

I also learned he's 51 (shows how much I know).

...And since I'm still watching while typing this, I got to see Danny Bonaduce in his underwear. Attempting to beat Todd Bridges and Brad Loekle in a competition. For most pairs of underwear put on in a minute. If only they coulld get Leif to do that. -drool- Although, Leif's reaction to the World's Oldest Porn Star record was perfect. Kind of bothered by the girl attempting to go for the world's largest augmented breasts. Because yeah,

In mildly related news, John Enos seems funny. Barely know who he is. Gotta see if he's on Wikipedia.

Okay. 5 minutes until it's over. I should go...

WAIT!!!! Ending credits!!! Danny ends up taking off the underwear he put on... and taking every pair off. INCLUDING HIS OWN!!! And then, after the shocked sound effects, all Danny asked was, "Did I win?" And what did Leif do? Slide across the floor and look up at half-naked Danny. Let the slashing begin anew...

Okay. I'm done for real now. See ya.

The results came back on the first SemeUke challenge. I didn't win, but I did get mentioned. Most Imaginative (and sometimes random) Situations. That was where in they saw fit to place my letter... Like I said, this doesn't exactly seem worth a mention in an update by itself. Writer's pride wants me to show off. So...

http://semeuke.com/results01.php

There's the link to that results page. They spelled my name wrong (Candace), but it's there... 'Kay. Back to TF2chan and my horrible Engy abuse...

Still sort of on Foster's, but it's currently taken a backseat to TF2... Cuanta Vida currently has me scared. Very scared. It's like the last Harry Potter book. Who's going to die next? (Okay, so no one we've grown attached to has died yet...)

'Kay, I'm going back to TF2chan... Read some fics... maybe that Spy/Engie one...

Yes, another fandom switch. But as usual, the switch isn't to the fandom I wanted it to be. Remember Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends? One "I Found A Carrot Sparta Remix" and your mind turns against you...

As usual, the fanfiction centers of my mind started up. At first, most ideas were the usual wish-fulfillment fics that more often than not never make it onto paper... except as plans at the most. I didn't really mind. It helped take away from that murderous rage that consumes a portion of my mind every so often (which is starting to worry Mum. She doesn't get where the anger is coming from, and, to tell the truth, I can't either). Then, after watching a few episodes of the show online and seeing my favorite character more, things took a rather horrifying (though completely predictable) turn.

I felt it shouldn't bother me. After all, I thought up such things with Psychonauts and excluding the adults, the oldest was 13. But for some reason, when presented with a similar thought, with a similar character, at a similar age, I freeze up and my teeth start to hurt.

In case you're wondering at his point, the character in mind isn't Mac. No. It's Terrence. The 13-year-old.

My mind not only refuses to stop thinking of such things, but it won't stop making me think I'm breaking some kind of law by thinking of it. However, so long as there are no 1984-esque thought police, I should be fine. Still, the thought that I'm breaking a law somewhere is somewhat fear-inducing.

As if the thought with the unicorn/winged horse things wasn't bad enough...

Okay. Little fandom fit over. If anything, I need to apoligize for any squicky thoughts I have inspired...

http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=B3A59A0A77876AE4
^Episodes are there. If you get a chance, watch Infernal Slumber. Very funny. And Terrence's oddly lovable stupidity seems to shine through. He's also apparently stronger than he looks too... Watch 'em quick.