The best ways to win against a witch Monday, Oct 6 2008 

cracked and observation and opinion and personal and philosophy and satire and witches , , , , , reuche 10:48 am

I don’t know about you kids but personally I have lived a strange life. So saying I have known a few witches of all sorts (figurative, literal, speculative, self-professed, self-denied etc. etc.) and the best way to deal with a witch is to either not have anything to do with them at all or to be on their side. The chances of a witch being on the side you actually want to be on are even, but the chances that the witch will make your life a living hell if you go against her are 100%. Now some people are willing to live with that. They want to win or they want to stand up for something they believe in and they’re willing to put up with or try to neutralize that other side. I say good for them, enjoy your shitty life. For the rest of us who really don’t care that much about any given thing like the background color of the senior center events calendar, we’ll just go ahead and be on the side with the witch so that she is off our ass and on yours about wanting to go with yellow instead of sticking with white.

I just might be advocating selling out here but I assure you it’s entirely circumstantial. Possible exceptions are when you’re dealing with such big groups that there are probably an equal number of witches on both sides so that you can’t win no matter what, or just when your group is so big you won’t get singled out. But definitely on an individual basis, just go ahead and try to be on good terms with the witches in your life. Like the one that lives down the hall/street, the one at work, the one you’re related to, the one your son is engaged to (there’s still hope!), the one at the market that’s not even a block from where you live, the one who works in your doctor’s office, the receptionist at the dentist… I could go on.

But do you see my point? If you choose to fight against every single witch that’s in your life then all that awaits you are days filled with petty bickering, peeking around corners, long waits at the doctor’s office, inflated prices for kiwi, and yellow events calendars. So the next time somebody goes in ahead of you for an appointment even though they arrived after you, just stay in your seat and read another page. I know that every day could be the last, but that’s all the more reason to not waste your time complaining to someone that doesn’t even make 1/10 of the wage per hour of the person you are there to see. And after all, that article on pirate in the south-east asian sea was kind of interesting, wasn’t it?

 

全てな生きては薔薇色の地獄 Friday, May 9 2008 

absurdity and observation and opinion and personal and philosophy , , , , , , reuche 12:59 pm

You know what your rights are first and foremost as a writer? To write utter nonsense, to mangle whatever languages you can get your hands on, and then in the end say you did it out of artistic liberty even though the reality is you just fucked up.

The only thing that I want to say today is that when you’re playing a game you might as well take advantage of all facets of the game to succeed. It depends on what your priorities are. If you want to challenge yourself then perhaps you shouldn’t reset the moment things go wrong, but if you just want to do the best that you can then you might as well take advantage of being able to start over.

Unfortunately you can’t save and reset in life, though people do try, but you can take advantage of a number of things to improve your chances of success. Unfortunately being successful today sometimes means having no success for 10 years but that’s pretty vague. The main thing to make use of to try and be more successful is other people. People don’t necessarily want to help people out in general, but there have been a few that kicked their weight around and set up places for you to go and try and get help for most conceivable issues in the majority of forward-thinking countries. You want to start a business? There’s someone to talk to. Your business isn’t successful? There’s someone to talk to. You’ve gone out of business? There’s someone to talk to etc.

I would say that in general people dig themselves their deepest holes with education even though you can by and far receive almost constant aid and attention if you attempt to do so. Whether any of this assistance will actually be a benefit or not I can’t say, but at least it will be something else going on. But as to education being the biggest hole, if you get stuck with something and never get out it can potentially influence the course of the rest of your life. Maybe if you’d have stuck with that College, or algebra, or biology, or whatever, then things would have been totally different. Maybe you wouldn’t be a miserable office worker but instead a miserable geologist or exterminator?

So actually even if you are an idiot, or just acting like one, there are people who will try and give you some aid and all you have to do is ask. The reasons not to ask are myriad as well but if you’re stuck and you don’t want to be it could be your only option aside from giving up.

Wait a minute didn’t I just say from the start that you should go ahead and give up and start over again? Damn. You know I just found out that a short essay I wrote (ironically on the effects that the sophistication of computer technology has had on our daily lives) was evaluated favorably; by a program. Humans really have obsoleted themselves if they’re not even the ones saying what’s good and bad anymore. You know this reminds me of some article I linked a while back about a computerized (what does that even mean anymore, really?) coffee tasting device that would measure quality based on comparative values presumably identified by the tastes of some asscap or another who liked or disliked certain coffee made certain ways.

Well just remember that jesus still loves you and I’d rather be drinking.

 

Don’t worry the world will be over in a few days Tuesday, Mar 11 2008 

absurdity and advice and death and environment and speculation and thoughts and writing actually , , , , , , reuche 9:25 am

Of course at precisely the wrong time I have a variety of things I want to say. Perhaps for a change I should just say them?

First of all the reason to write a multi-perspective story with lots of characters is because when you get bored or frustrated writing a particular character, generally the demonic male protagonist who seemed like such a good idea at the time, you can distract yourself for a little while writing about another character, like the mousy woman who just happened to get caught up in things that’s just like you when you were young who is only supposed to be a side character but somehow ends up in half the book. eh hem let me advise you again that if you try to write a character greater than yourself, or simply events greater than those you’ve experienced, it’s just going to come out very false and convoluted. Whether or not anyone likes that or not I can’t say though.

Other than that let me say something about knowledge and anxiety. What people worry about, why they worry, and how much they worry is a broad subject. But I can say with no doubt that the more things a person knows about, the more potential things there are to worry about. That just makes sense right? It should almost go without saying, but when you really think about it a lot of things make sense. The truth is that just because you don’t know about something doesn’t mean that it can’t hurt you. It just means that you can’t hurt yourself with worry about it, that’s it. So for example, traces of pharmaceutical drugs in your drinking water, things in food that probably cause cancer, signals emitted from your cards, holes in the ozone layer, meteors shooting towards the earth, treatments to furniture that probably cause birth defects simply by sitting on them, ghosts, curses, Ley lines (and points), the 10 commandments… There are all these things out there you really don’t know about that are constantly doing you harm, perhaps immense and unrepairable. If you know about them, you have the opportunity to try and do something about them. But all that most people end out doing is worrying about them, creating anxiety. After all, if there are all these things you didn’t know about messing you up, then how many other things out there might be messing you up that you had no idea about?

It can be pretty stressful to think about really. Even someone like me, who has been through a lot, looks around and can only think that there’s no way out anymore. Every glimmer of hope starts to look false when you realize that in order to clean one thing you have to soil another. I don’t actually have any advice about this one, it’s just something I was thinking about. Probably all you can do is try not to worry and just do your best to go about your life the way you wish to, even though all attempts to do so will eventually prove futile. Ah can you tell that I’m a person who has no hope? I think that’s easier though, more depressing, but easier.

Fortunately living is a temporary state right? Probably there are just other problems to be encountered when you are not living, like no longer existing at all, but that’s then and this is now. Since we could all die at any time my advice is to have as much sex as you want, as responsibly or not as you wish, and to consume as much of anything (food, entertainment, knowledge) as you wish. Just remember that the more you know the more miserable you’ll become, and the less you know the less you’ll be capable of.

But take some solace that we humans had a pretty good run. Whether it’s been millions or just thousands of years I don’t know for sure, but it’s been pretty good. I do say this though, if you have the chance to uncover that which lies below the water or the crust of the earth then do so. We humans might as well do our best to conquer the earth before it’s all destroyed. It should take less time than conquering the whole of space at least don’t you think?

 

When the shit hits on a fucking fun afternoon Monday, Feb 25 2008 

advice and comedy and cooking and cracked and food and personal and philosophy and rice and thoughts and writing actually , , , , , , , , , , reuche 11:38 am

So after recently writing about how much risotto (a common italian dish) sucks and how superior to it the dish commonly referred to as merely “spanish rice” (I have no idea if its origin is truly spain) is, I did indeed make some. Frankly the way I make spanish rice is to just saute some onions and garlic in margarine and then add rice, peeled and diced tomatoes (OK I use canned ones), and lower sodium vegetable broth, heat to a boil, cover, and toss it in the oven for 25 minutes. You can probably find whatever recipe you want for it. I used just paprika and pepper in it. And having tried a new variety of paprika I have this to say: spanish rice may be great but spanish paprika sucks. Spain is a much better country than Hungary but whatever those Hungarians do to their (sweet) paprika it is indeed the best in the world taste wise.

Now I could end this entry here, I bashed risotto and two or three nations. A fine day’s work right? But you know, I have more to say today. I don’t like to talk about myself. But today I will paint you an incomplete picture of my life.

I am sitting here the past few days philosophizing and speculating on food and pop-culture and penile torture while listening to music from the 1980s with a dislocated, or something, shoulder, a broken nose, twitching eyes, and a migraine. And I honestly could not tell you how I got any of them. That’s my life. If you ever wondered why I say crap, if you ever wondered why you don’t see me talking about what’s going on in my life, the work I do, that’s why. I have no life. I do no work. I have no independence. My continued existence is entirely dependent on the guilt-borne pity that others feel towards me.

My most honest wish might be that someday I’ll just wake up and everything will be alright somehow. Or that it’ll be 20 years ago, maybe even 10 years ago, and this will all have been a dream. A slightly more dishonest wish is that I’ll go to sleep and never wake up again. Whether that means dream or death or coma or what I have no idea. But I don’t say the first two to others, I only say the last one. So that’s the picture that the people actually in my life have of me. A person just waiting around to die. They try and pretend like that’s not the situation so I try and pretend like I actually care about anything, instead of merely passing the time and trying to stay amused enough to ignore other things. Like my shoulder that I can’t move properly and the pain in my nose and the throbbing in my skull and the fact that if I ever took a particularly strong shock to my head I’d probably tear a retina and go blind. Yeah it’s a great life. I can’t even get on my bicycle like this.

Alright well this has turned into a pity party. People don’t feel as sorry for me on the internet as they do in real life. I kind of like that actually. There are some people who really hate me and will tell me so online. In fact there have even been a couple of occasions where I have found out what people really think of me but would have never told me directly. Like how I’m really weird, how I don’t have it that bad, or about all the people that are worse off than me. And they’re right. It could be worse. Regardless of how well or poorly they work or how much anything might be damaged and in pain I do still have almost everything I was born with, certainly all the parts I need. And people provide for me. Not only am I not living on the street, I’m living on the internet.

I still find things to laugh and smile about. Some days it’s not much but it’s there. I think that if you can’t find anything to laugh about anymore then your life probably isn’t worth living. So stockpile some material if you get the chance. You never know when a memory might save your life.

At the end of last year I was going to kill myself. I didn’t eat anything for two weeks, and frankly I thought about never eating anything again and just dying with nothing but Coca-Cola and anti-depressants in my system. I planned on jumping into the river. But I didn’t do it. Probably I didn’t do it mostly because I’m a coward and everything else was secondary. But that’s how things worked out and here I am getting 30 people to glance at my opinions on sex acts. It could be worse. That doesn’t make things any better, but still it could be worse.

I’m actually just saying these things because I’m in a lousy fucking mood. There is no other reason. This isn’t a cry for help, this isn’t a bid for sympathy, this isn’t an attempt at communication. This is just griping plain and simple. Maybe a bit of boredom thrown in. What else was I going to say? Was I going to give advice about writing? Well hell I might as well.

Some people say they have no inspiration, that they are stumped, that they have “writer’s block”. That is bullshit. In reality they just don’t have any discipline or talent. You need one or the other to get anywhere with a project. Or maybe you need to be pitiful enough to get someone else to do it for you (talking someone into doing things for you could in fact require both discipline and talent, it usually takes more time and effort than just doing it yourself). Whatever. But let’s say for a moment that you really do have “no idea” at any particular time about any particular thing. Sometimes you really just don’t know what the best thing is, or even what any thing is. This never happens to me by the way, I could say something to anyone about anything when I want to. I usually don’t but I have and I can and I could.

So there you are all by your lonesome trying to come up with something and you’re thinking how you’re fucking stuck. Well go outside, or if you’re already outside change location. Just go out there. And look around. If a person can’t see this advice wouldn’t do them any good, but then again if they can’t see at all then they can’t see this either so too bad for them, go listen to some Elton John music and grope something, I don’t know. So you’re outside and you’re looking around. You’re seeing billions of things right now. Just pick one and start writing. Or pick them all and write about them. A person in their life could not write down all the things that they see in one glance under the sun. It doesn’t matter what you’re trying to create. A story, a dissertation, a math problem, if you look around for long enough then you’ll come up with something. If you don’t you have no talent and I can’t help you. Actually if you asked me I probably COULD help you but you know what I mean, get someone else to help you, you can probably find someone on the internet even if it’s just a bored little bitch like me who is just looking to kill time. Whether you could find the right person at the right time who can get things done quickly enough is another matter, but that’s your problem, figure it out or not I don’t care.

Personally, I never look for ideas. I just live my life and every single moment inspires me. That might be profound precisely because I feel miserable. If I look at the moon for 5 minutes I can come up with an entire novel. So I’ve never written one. I just write crap like this. I can’t tell you why that is for sure. Maybe I’m scared or insecure or simply lacking motivation. I don’t even think about it, I just don’t do it and I talk about that sometimes and people say things like that to me. “just do it”, “you’re a great writer when you try so just be confident”, “if only you had the right motivator”. It’s really easy for people to say anything. It doesn’t matter what it is, people can say it. They might not say it at the right time or place. But even though talking is an action too it’s so much simpler for people than anything else.

A mother fucker would be more willing to stand in a crowded plaza and shout obscenities than jog for their health. I don’t know why. I don’t care either. That’s just how I see it. Maybe you see it differently. If so then go here and get to work.

 

The sensibilities posessed by frilly skirts Tuesday, Feb 12 2008 

absurdity and comedy and cracked and damn it and guilt and impressions and nature and observation and opinion and people and personal and philosophy and Q and A and rants and society , , reuche 9:53 am

Q: “What is the difference between tragedy and comedy?” A: Officially there are various differences and contemporarily one might say something like: “Though both seek to move you enormously, Tragedy tries to make you cry and Comedy tries to make you laugh and in this sense one could view them as opposites”. However as far as I’m concerned they’re actually exactly the same thing and it’s just a matter of perspective as to whether you find something funny or tragic. Like a really fat person falling down the stairs for instance. Many people would laugh if they saw a video of that, fat people falling down is basic physical comedy really, however if it was you, if it was a friend or relative of yours, you would find it tragic how badly that person would likely be hurt, that they are in such straits etc.

I have said before that in order for there to be laughter there must be a loser, and so do I believe tragedy and comedy are intertwined. Well nonetheless, in entertainment there’s a certain effort at distinction. However since everyone seeks to triumph they also like to laugh, I’m not certain that it isn’t an instinctual defense mechanism, I wrote about my experience warding off a doppelganger with laughter once, and so people make much more of an effort at creating comedy in their lives than tragedy. By far. Though as I said perhaps it’s a matter of perspective as to which one they are really sowing.

And with that introduction we come to contemplation of my own life. I am not sure how I can go from sloughing through life taking hours to make a decent cake or questionable pie (I tried to make a single lemon cream pie and somehow ended out making two…) and playing japanese video games all day to something the likes of which would “actually be doing something”. Ah in other words I don’t know how to go, at my age, from simply living somehow to making a living. Fulfillment perhaps. Maybe if I could still move all my limbs properly or had any particular
ability it would be another story. But as it stands I am somewhat stuck.

I think it’s somewhat more an issue of uncertainty than fear. Perhaps I never took the time out to set my morals, to create goals. Life has always been so easy to just live, and whenever something was difficult that I didn’t care about I simply gave it up. The suffrage of others and some sort of low level genius or cunning being what has carried me to this point.

Have you ever thought that in difficult times those with nothing to offer would be weeded out? That the weak would be crushed under the strong? Or simply abandoned to their own devices by those who inevitably tired of carrying them? This is logical, this is what we’ve been lead to believe by mostly fascist people of any sort of position. However if that was really the case then why am I still alive? The truth is that… people are consumed by guilt. That’s the conclusion that I came to. I won’t deny exploiting that for my own benefit on multiple occasions.

The story of original sin, why there is such a term in the christian religion, how such a rule came to be in the catholic church, is appreciably ridiculous. But I think that the reason people even came to think about such a thing in the first place was because of this overriding compunction that people feel so often, especially in relation to others. I myself have never met a truly “heartless” person who showed no compunction whatsoever. I’ve met some that didn’t care about stealing, or hurting, or even killing. But I’ve never met a person who, even if they were willing to do anything, didn’t feel bad about some thing. I think in behaviorism they explain this as resultant from observed morals (distinct from “taught” in that one might be taught one thing but observe many others), as being a nurtured trait. But I am not so sure that just as people breath, just as their hearts beat, just as they laugh, just as their eyes hydrate themselves, that they do not “just feel guilty”. Perhaps guilt is merely the surface of something deeper or hidden, some fragment of understanding that is not grasped, I do not know. But that people are consumed by guilt is something I’m certain of.

And so it is that I who have lived in peace and strife without changing, who survived to see the end of not only a century but also a millennium , am contemplating on the verge of a new decade whether to remain a mere pariah who is sometimes entertaining to some, or to attempt to be something else. And if so what that something else should be. For me the possibilities are probably even more limited than the length of my life. But, well, such is life no?

 

Around the whole world every person knows what fuck means Thursday, Feb 7 2008 

amusement and death and fuckery and god and irresponsible statements and opinion and philosophy and speculation and technology and thoughts , , , , , , , , reuche 10:53 pm

After writing a bit about suicide yesterday it occurred to me to write a bit more about death. Mainly, what it is.

For all intents and purposes death is actually just when blood no longer circulates to the brain. The reasons for this are myriad though if I’m most mistaken the most common “cause” of death is the cessation of breath, oxygen being what circulates the blood if you stop that process a person will die within a matter of minutes (reports vary, probably 3-5). After that would be some kind of shock to the brain which overloads it so that it forgets to tell the body to pump blood. Electrical shock is the obvious culprit (and people generally say that the heart is overloaded but I disagree, life begins and ends with the brain) but less obviously would be poison. Every thing you ingest by any means is recognized and regulated by the brain and thus has an effect upon it. So ingesting something like arsenic or cyanide or quantities of cocaine will prove to be fatal as your brain screams out “what the fuck” and gets distracted. Yes. I am totally making that up as I go along but what did you think happened?

So this brings up the issue of just what a person is. I say that a person is consciousness, which exists within and resultant from the brain. If one no longer has the ability to be conscious, that is they are in a “brain dead” state then they are no longer a person. So the question becomes whether or not a person could just exist as a brain hooked up to a machine. I think that’s basically the premise of the anime series “ghost in the shell” wherein the “machines” are cybernetic bodies. Anyway I’m not aware of any such experiments of taking the brain out of the body but don’t we all know people whose functions have broken down aside from their brains and are hooked up to all kinds of machines to keep their body alive? It may or may not be temporary and perhaps their functions recover or some of their organs are replaced or they die for good.

The other question is where consciousness goes when it vanishes from the brain. If we are looking at this in a strictly physical and modern scientific sense, it just ceases to exist. In other words “what happens to you when you die?” is what I’m talking about here. Now the scientists who say this aren’t very good. That’s because nothing can ever really disappear. Everything as we know it is just constantly changing form, dispersing, coalescing, fusing, rejecting. But if consciousness is just electrical signals in the brain it’s very possible that all that happens when you die is that your charge disperses into something else and you cease to exist as yourself for all intents and purposes, and will never regain consciousness. In other words “when you die that’s it”.

When people talk about the afterlife, heaven or hell, reincarnation, they didn’t realize it at the time but it’s become apparent now that they are imagining that there is a specific destination for their dispersed physical energy. They were thinking of a destination for the “soul” which may or may not exist in its theological sense but seems very unlikely to be separate from consciousness in any case and so is irrelevant to what I’m saying. Actually they’re imaging that not only is there a destination, there are methods of sorting, transporting, and collecting/coalescing even though they generally don’t think in such concrete terms. I have thought about it though. My conclusion is that it’s not impossible, but it also isn’t divine.

Before I explain what I mean, let me first say that I view existence as a whole as some sort of unfathomable calculation that is in the process of being solved. But that’s just an easy image for me to hold in my mind. It’s more like every thing is just reacting to every other thing and the results are as we see it. When I say I believe in fate, I just mean that I don’t believe there is any way to escape the force of these reactions and that if, as I believe, every particle of existence is present and nothing else can or will be added, only transformed, then everything has already been decided and there is only one possible outcome. No matter what happens, no matter what you think, no matter what you try, things are always going to end out the same way. God is not exempt from this. With my limited understanding this is my conclusion.

And so as to the afterlife, there isn’t any real processing, where you end out and how you get there is just a reaction based upon numerous incalculable variables. I don’t know what those variables are but like anything else it probably has something to do with signals and dimensions. In this sense reincarnation is the easiest one to imagine. Your consciousness just flies in at some point after bouncing around. Proximity would therein make the most sense but might not be the sole deciding factor. And in fact who is to say that parts of you aren’t flying out and coalescing into other living forms all the time? But I don’t think that’s something that will ever be proved or disproved. If a person wants to believe in something there isn’t necessarily anything you can do to get them to believe what you have to say instead, because isn’t the opposite true that you don’t believe what they’re saying yet you won’t change your mind? Hmph what a valid point to be wasted in the abyss of these musings. Oh well.

Personally what I think is that all that I’m saying is only true based on what I know and understand to be fact. There may be other facts that I’m not aware of which would change everything, or the things that I know could be incorrect which would also change things. The main thing that comes to mind is whether or not new things can actually be created. People know that a program will just keep doing the same thing over and over again if left to its programming. But if you change the programming it will do something else. I don’t know whether the programming of our universe is set, still being written, or can be modified at any time. In the second and third instances there would in fact no longer be any assurance of lasting truth at all so it’s an impossible to fathom matter. Not that I haven’t tried but I seem to keep getting distracted by other things. Another factor of course is god. Maybe I don’t give god enough credit, maybe god can collect and alter the consciousness of people and cast them into heaven or hell which are constructs of god’s own creation. My limited understanding of dimensions (I know this is what’s referred to as the third dimension and that supposedly pictures are two dimensional and that’s about it) is also a factor. I dare say it’s a factor for all physicists, if things can just phase in and out here and there or exist multiple places at the same time, well that would just muck everything up wouldn’t it?

As usual none of these things are that important. If I have one thing to say it’s that it’s the inevitability of life only having one outcome (death) that let’s you do what you want to do, follow your desires, try and make the most of things, enjoy yourself. In other words I say to you, don’t wait for tomorrow because you might only have today. If you love someone don’t hesitate to tell them that because you might not have another chance. Above all I hope my musing today has shown you that the only thing that you can be sure is true is you to yourself, so strive to do so and you’ll be living the best possible way.

Reuche is a member of Perdition and the writer of the popular Murder Company series of satirical novels. 

 

Pie Crust Thursday, Feb 7 2008 

anime and biking and darker than black and overman king gainer and Q and A and satire and sex and suicide , , , , , , , , reuche 10:43 am

Q:”dirt biking in snow does it hurt your bike?” A: Existing hurts your bike. Seriously speaking the issue with snow is “moisture” which is the natural enemy of mechanical constructs so take steps against that. And ride more carefully until you get used to the reduced or non-existent traction.

Q:”What’s another word for having sex?” A: Intercourse. As in “sexual intercourse” but very few people use the  word without plopping “sexual” in front of it anymore so it can suffice by itself. If you’re not worried about it being a single word I am fond of the phrase “having (intimate) relations”. The word “whoopee” as in “making whoopee” was popular slang a long time before most of you were born as well, bring it back if you want but most people won’t know what you’re talking about.

Q:”What do you call having sex between the breasts (of a woman)?” A: The popular (american) english slang is “titty fuck” but “tit/breast fucking” also works. I think throwing “fucking” in there is appropriate. Conversely the japanese have a term for it “paizuri” パイズリ which shortens “oppai” (breasts) and combines it with “zuri” the onomatopoeia for “sliding”, thus implying sliding the penis between the breasts. I have seen this term used elsewhere recently and as I am not aware of a real name (though there likely is one) that’s as good as any. Conversely most people derive little or no pleasure from the act and it does require a certain length of penis and a certain volume of breasts as well which are likely above average.

Q:”how many sleeping pills do you take to kill yourself?” A: A lot. Did you know that in many places they put additives into drugs that can be fatal in high concentrations that make you nauseous precisely to avoid death by intentional overdose? This is also one of the reasons why so many drugs say not to take them with alcohol, it has less to do with a true reaction or interference (although alcohol’s trait of killing everything doesn’t get along with quite a few drugs indeed) and more to do with exacerbating the nausea. A more likely way to die than trying to overdose on weak tranquilizers or pain killers or anti-depressants is by mixing a variety of medications that shouldn’t be taken together. There are surprisingly many and potent combinations of such drugs, even taken at normal dosages. Supposedly this is what happened to the kiwi actor (who worked most notably in american cinema) Heath Ledger when he took a combination of prescriptions containing “oxycodone, hydrocodone, diazepam, temazepam, alprazolam, and doxylamine”.

Note: I don’t recommend suicide but I’ll leave it at that and spare you the preaching on the subject I could give. I will say that it’s more often that people who don’t want to kill themselves end out accidentally doing so than people who intentionally try to do it successfully commit suicide.

Q:”Was there a 26th episode of “darker than black”?”  A: Not during the tv airing but as has become increasingly more common with anime series, and as Bones has done in the past with the likes of Wolf’s Rain, there is a 26th DVD release only episode. I do not know whether the series will be continued past that or not though as I have not yet seen it myself.

But more importantly who the hell knew that there was an Overman King Gainer manga series and that it’s still running even now? I was distressed to only come to know that after it’s been running for almost 6 years. I wonder if it diverges much from the anime or not? Or if it’s just here and there like the Evangelion or NHK ni Youkousou manga that also started before their respective anime series and went on to run much longer (the eva one is still running).

 

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