holy shit, this guy is HUGE
picture of my collective uboa goodies
got a package today
got new microns, yessssss
LaBelle School Bus Crash - Two Injured 
MY BUS RAN INTO A TREE TODAY
IT KIND OF SUCKED
edit: blow-by-blow details here
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me clearing out my voicemail
first two messages are by lauren/charizaro/chair, last one is my dad
I SEE… YOU I SEE… YOU I SEE by ~Shaon on deviantART
fun fact: you see those weird random black marks in the background that kind of look like eraser bits?
that was me trying to do something like the pictures sm-possessed people do, and failing because two of my inking pens are dead/dying (my purple and my black; FUN FACT THIS IS ACTUALLY INKED IN PURPLE)
- drlupinmario: Ok, then show me what you classify as funny
- shaon2992: http://fwugradiation.deviantart.com/art/4-olias-114808427
- drlupinmario: I dont get it
- drlupinmario: So uh... What?
- shaon2992: You don't understand quite what makes it amazing, then.
- drlupinmario: ... It looks like it has been done in paint and the only thing that made me chuckle was "cool story bro"
- drlupinmario: Infat, Im pretty sure it was in paint. The third panel is drawn quite well but the rest...?
- drlupinmario: bahh... dis hurt brain. me go play doom and kill things.
- shaon2992: [22:15] fwugradiation: cool story bro is funniest part??? [22:15] fwugradiation: he is waste of existence
- drlupinmario: Well can he pleese politly explain to me the joke I dont get?
- shaon2992: don't explain the joke, dude
- drlupinmario: Its random, which is something that is really the core to humor, But... what, so some dead mother randomly sees her husband and they go in a robot?
- drlupinmario: is it supposed to be funny due to randomness or stupidity? Because if thats so, then it is going to far to the area of "What the **** is this?" because it simply does not make any sense. Your one webcam still of you pictochatting your chair is funny because its just slightly random and stupid but not overthetop as I see in this picture.
- shaon2992: it's not meant to be funny
- drlupinmario: well, that pictochat is. Now, More overanalyzation. In the first panel we see a fat woman crying, saying to herself that these days have not been the coolest of days. Here we ask ourselfs the question of what defines a day as one that is in the coolest of days? Indeed, The world is a rough place with its many wars and politics, and the last few years have not been so well. But furthermore, how long are "These days"? Anouther question to ponder is what has happend to the lower half of her body. I for one speculate that the women had to undergo surgery and had a wooden bed with "Cool Story Bro" attached where her feet once were. This theory would explain why she is sad and crying over how theese days have not been the coolest of days.
- drlupinmario: On the seccond panel, we see who we can only suspect is the same women grow very large, circular eyes and a huge mouth. My only possible theory for this is that the doctors operating on her decided to pump her full of anti-depressants and painkillers. This explains why she suddenly sees a man with a 4'oclock shadow and a hat who she quickly named olias JR. Perhaps Olias JR was her boyfreind or husband, which would explain why her shirt says Mother on it. But what it doesnt explain is why in Panel 1 her shirt just had the letters "DCMC" on it, or why "olias JR" calls the women "my son". This shows that my theory of husband or boyfreind is quite wrong.
- drlupinmario: Panel 3 is where things really start to make no sense. Already, they made very little and almost no sense yet now they go back even farther. Who is that head supposed to be? It cannot be olias JR because of the giant pink sunglasses and that his facial hair is diffrent. Whoever this bodyless person is, he appears to have grown feet underneath him and is standing on a red platform overlooking the ocean, saying to come with him on his giant robot and that they will have a grand old "tim", with the word tim being in red. We can only randomly speculate what he means by "a grand old tim".
- drlupinmario: Finally in panel 4, I can only guess that the women went with olias and the walking head into the robot. Either the woman or the walking head decide to ask where they are going. Olias I presume tells his crew that they are going to 2. This is probobly slang for either Tuson or Timbuktu, as I cannot find anywhere simply named "2". Olias explains that Tuson (Or Timbuktu) is the land of milk, Honey n' hot chix. The most important thing to take away is his mention of "Hot Chix". Is this women possibly either a lesbian or bisexual? As I presume it is hew who then tells olias JR that it "Sounds ... 'tastic !". as the large mech walks across a meadow. But wait, didnt Talking head say "Giant Robot" ? As far as I know, a mech technicly isnt really a robot. Its... A mech.
- shaon2992: couple major things wrong with your essay:
- shaon2992: 1) Olias is a guy
- shaon2992: 2) that comic wasn't meant to be funny, just weird as hell
- drlupinmario: And a mech is just a giant walking suit of armor that is controlled by the user. But none of that matters. The important thing is that I think I know why you find this funny. The comic is about the psycosis of a gender-confused woman who is now in the hospital, recovering from a almost-fatal accident and is given too much painkillers and anti-depressants,Driving her very insane. And... This is supposed to be funny? Its not funny, not even the possible transexual part. No, this is just sick and intollerant. Where the hell do you get off?
- shaon2992: ... I just said that olias is a dude who draws weird things and has weird dreams
- shaon2992: also I don't get off, thanks
- drlupinmario: I have weird dreams too. What makes his special? And furthermore, Which character is Olias? Is it the women? Because if it is, then it is still quite sick. Very sick. It makes 2girls1cup look very tame! It makes that "Yiff Porn" thoose damned furrys make look tastefull, Tame, Worksafe and non-perverted!... Okay, I wouldent go that far, but still...
- Father_of_Fury: man
- Father_of_Fury: I want a rank change already
- Father_of_Fury: then I can be the don of the furry mafia
- Father_of_Fury: bozo used to be it
- Father_of_Fury: he will unfortunately have to be sleeping with the sharktits tonight.
YESSSSSS
inside was the cd case and a booklet
the booklet explained 80% of FIF fanart
Inside the cd case? FIF POSTER
the end is here came today <3
not pictured are the CDs
the CD for The End is Here (as well as the poster) were departures from the messy theme of the rest of the album, which is weird. They’re very neat and the title is in all lowercase (“theendishere.”) Also I didn’t really like the grid effect on the band side of the poster (the other side is grayscale pictures of the various audiences of their last tour), it’s rather distracting. I have it on my wall on that side anyway for REESE ROPER
also the credits in the cd are weird. Does “music” mean they did the vocals and “words” mean they wrote the vocals? I DON’T KNO
to drlupinmario
a story by radiation and shaon
I needed to get a link to my avatar, so I jump to blackstar for the first time in a couple weeks, only to see this ever-glistening star of a post:
drlupinmario wrote: I wouldent dignify this thread with a response, but I find it funny that her birthday is just so close to halloween. Coicidene? Yeah, Right.
Oh, this post. This post! Like a beam of celestial light baptizing me through the candied glaze of a stained glass window, this post brought holy light into my previously dim day. My optic nerves devoured each pixel like roasted yams, each providing my brain with new proteins and carbohydrates of understanding and beauty. As I perused this post, I could feel my already-excellent mood ascending into yet greater heights, into territories never before reached by any one human being; it was exorbitant.
Oh, what an excellent birthday present! One that the gods themselves, I’m sure, would turn green with envy if ever denied the right to behold. This is a gift to be hoarded, like a dragon’s greatest prize, one to treasure and protect with every power bestowed upon me. Awarded to me with only the sincerest intentions in mind, it would be a massive failure on my part to not keep it well-protected.
Over these scarce few days, I have read this small passage innumerable times. Especially on the third stanza, the second foot - the invocation of the name “Coicidene” has certain meaning to me, as she our household’s patron Goddess from the time that I was born. “Coicidene,” the Goddess of fate and luck - what could her invocation possibly mean here? Try as I must, work as I will for hours upon hours, candlelit, my eyes weary with the magnifying glass’s pale refraction and my desk dripping with the candle’s melted wax…. I cannot hope to comprehend these lines alone; I am merely a lowly World Literature scholar. I bless the creator of this enigmatic prose poem (and Coicidene, the Goddess) for giving me what may be the most difficult (and exciting) challenge of my adult life…
… and through much trial and error, I realized that I could never piece together the true meaning of this message without going through the past works of its mysterious writer, a great prophet known only by the name “drlupinmario.” My path lit by the slowly-rising sun, I rode my ever-trustworthy mule to the nearest library, in search of other pieces by this master of the quill.
My hours of searching resulted in a handful of mere scraps of paper, whom I treasured and protected as much, if not more, as I had that very first poem. I sped home as quickly as I could, only impeded by my mule collapsing from heat exhaustion for the fourth time that week. Perhaps it would have been wise for me to invest in one of those newfangled “automobiles” or what have you. Regardless, I returned to my studies, analyzing each “post” with as careful an eye as my withering pair (my eyes had little luck, too) could manage.
drlupinmario wrote: I regret to inform you all that just this night one hour ago the pants happend to have died in a fatal car crash. This thread will be dedicated to the pants and all its pants-ness.
Indeed it should be noted that by further investigation, the ground was all bloody and messy from headcrabs. Furthermore, The police and FBI suspect that it is actually foul play, as a few witnesses suggest that there was a sniper on the book depository and the grassy Hole that day. But whatever sick bastards who did this will be caught. Already, Some idiot named John Freezeman or something swore onto his name “It is time for me to live up to my family name and face Full life Consequnces. ” before walking into a signpost.
Below I post the recent crime photograph of the pants.
Warning! If you happen to be squimish or there are little kids in the room… well, I suppose it may be too late.
drlupinmario wrote: See, I hail from a dark, Seedy (Heh, Seedy) side of the internet known as the ‘Chans. Its the rough side of the internets where you have to be tough to survive, As well as possibly bat poo-poo insane.
This valuable piece of information, to me, was more beautiful than the paintings of autistic elephants. It gave me a valuable tidbit: “drlupinmario” came from the mysterious country of *Chan. When I was a young child I distinctly remember whisperings of this country, rumors of the horrors that were perpetrated within its borders. Sneaking downstairs long after I was sent to bed, I heard uproarious tales of torture over overflowing mugs of ale. My opinion of this country, forever tainted by these childhood memories, only caused me to hold this man in higher regard: he had to struggle desperately to survive in a cruel, slum of a world, and still created such great works despite living in such filth. I moved on, eager in my studies.
drlupinmario wrote: Ignore the lies of Atlas and his Parasites.
Blackstar will Rise Again…
Ah, a quote in Mandarin Chanese! How unfortunate I am to not know more than the very rudiments of this rather complex language.
drlupinmario wrote: diffrent preferances? What… A-Are you calling me… Oh you son of a *JUMPING PEPPERS!*! I oughta rip your spine out and shove it where the sun dont shine!
Or wait, are you saying that you like women? Because Im fine with that. Yknow, As long as you also like men too… Gee, I sure hopped I guessed your gender correctly.
This scrap of paper… this scrap. With this scrap I made a great revelation, one that completely changed my worldview… for the worse. This prophet, this great being, the one I worshiped for many a year, the one I studied for countless ages… he wasn’t really anything amazing. I looked back on all my other collected passages with a new eye. Every one, every last one… they were all just horrible entries on an internet forum. So much of my life dedicated to his teachings were squandered on finding deeper meanings in a bunch of shitposts. Tears in my eyes, I readied the noose.
Gonna be painting this. I hate copying pictures, but it’s what we do here in ARTE CLASE
ugh, copying pictures seems so wrong to me
I took art classes for the first time and was introduced to this grand concept. One of the teachers (who is only notable in that he has a child named Noah S) basically thinks that I dislike this because I’m not able to copy pictures, and then I kick his ass by being better at it than he is. :V
also install comments in your tumblog
Shaon's Encounter With Mr. Knife: Day II
- Sparn: So, did you get knifed today?
- Shaon: no but i was threatened by mr. knife
- Sparn - I think I've made some enemies I didn't want.: jesus
- Shaon: it was fucking scary
- Shaon: i was walking to class and suddenly THERE HE WAS
- Shaon: walking straight towards me
- Shaon: all 200 pounds and three layers of black clothing
- Shaon: with the most pissed off expression on his face
- Shaon: I was like "oh SHIT"
- Shaon: but i kind of wanted to get to class so I sidestepped into this covered area
- Shaon: he sidestepped right in front of me and continued moving
- Shaon: I was like "shit shit SHIT"
- Shaon: so I stepped in front of a pillar separating the covered area and the not-covered area
- Shaon: and he stepped in front of the other side and according to the security tape I later saw, he stopped moving
- Shaon: and he said something which I clearly heard as "I HATE YOU."
- Shaon: and I was like "FUCK I AM SO DEAD" so I backed away, turned, and ran clear in the other direction
- Shaon: I barely remember this out of FEAR but according to my friend who I ran towards I was yelling "SHIT HE'S FOLLOWING ME SHIT SHIT SHIT"
- Shaon: I have a potty mouth when I FEAR FOR MY LIFE, by the way
- Shaon: so I'm by my friend who was among the people who was harassed/threatened by him as well and I was like "shit dude timmy smith is following me look behind you"
- Shaon: and she turns and he's GETTING CLOSER
- Shaon: so I'm like "okay fuck I am getting out of here right now" and basically bolt into a labyrinth of hallways and eventually end up in the guidance counselor's office
- Shaon: at this point I'm pretty sure I lost him
- Shaon: so the lady at the guidance office was like "Yes, can I help you?"
- Shaon: and I was like "You know that kid that threatened me yesterday?"
- Shaon: and she gets all quiet so I continued
- Shaon: "well he's following me and I think he's going to attack me"
- Shaon: and she gets this scared look on her face and escorts me to the front office where the principal is
- Shaon: and I tell him what happened and he is like ":|" and escorts me to the truancy office which apparently also handles DEATH THREATS
- Shaon: so I meet this really tall guy that is the dean of sports and he was like "Oh, that was my fault! We spoke to him this morning and he wanted to apologize himself."
- Shaon: and I was like "Uh, he walked up to me and told me he hated me and I freaked out and ran."
- Shaon: and he was like ":||||||||" and the principal is like "yeaaaaah"
- Shaon: so they do the dumb thing and call him into the exact same office as me
- Sparn: what the fuck is wrong with the people in your life
- Shaon: so for the next 20 minutes or so I hear him tell his side of the story which was really, really bullshit
- Shaon: we were separated by this really thin wall but I could hear the entire conversation
- Shaon: this is when I send the panicked twitter messages this morning
- Shaon: he tells them some story where he takes the most backwards way around campus in order to somehow pinpoint where I was at the time in order to apologize to me for harassing/THREATENING ME
- Shaon: seriously, he walks around a field that I'm pretty sure students aren't even allowed around
- Shaon: and apparently instead of walking in front of me and telling me he hated me, he was telling me he just wanted to talk
- Shaon: you know, while yelling and with a pissed off expression
- Shaon: and he somehow managed to find someone who was walking past us at the time and, despite the guy at first saying he wasn't paying attention and didn't hear us, later confirmed what crazy knife guy said he said
- Shaon: and I was like "what the hell, my hearing is bad but not bad enough to hear I HATE YOU"
- Shaon: but after reviewing the security tape for some arbritrary reason (man I run really dumbly), they lean in HIS FAVOR
- Shaon: what the FUCK
- Shaon: they explain that timmy was harassing us yesterday because he decided not to take his medication
- Shaon: and that he wasn't in his right state of mind
- Shaon: which made me wonder
- Shaon: a) what about the day before that, where he was also harassing us?
- Shaon: b) why the hell is this guy excused with "oh he didn't take his meds"
- Shaon: seriously, it's like no one finds issue in the fact that he has medication he has to take for the sole purpose of protecting himself and others and he just chooses not to take it
- Shaon: fucking hate my school
- Sparn: maybe the paperwork for a misunderstanding is easier to fill out than the paperwork for a psycho with a knife
- Shaon: probably
- Shaon: but anyway I go back to class and bitch about it to some kid because selena wasn't there
- Shaon: I do wonder what would've happened if selena was at school today.
- Shaon: She would've been with me because we share a first period. She could've been a second witness.
- Shaon: oh well, she just gets to hear my adventures with psycho knife kid
Five! Five Bens! Ah ah ah. (one of these portraits aren’t mine this girl needed a picture for her portrait and I had two because of the teacher being ridiculously unspecific on what quality he wanted the picture to be and and and oh god please don’t kill me)
