Saturday, February 6, 2010
Love Hurts So Much
Ah, Gaia. Some would argue that it is the cesspool of the internet. Which, if they think that, then they have never experienced the Chan. Anyway, after a several year hiatus, I tentatively poked my head through the door fully expecting a dark, writhing mass of internet shenanigans that could only be procured by an army shameless 14 year olds. I will admit I was wrong. As I opened the portal further and stepped over the threshold, I thought to myself, "Great. Now where's the rum?"
Although the rum still eludes me, I find that I don't need it in order to enjoy the mind numbing experience of forum trekking. As I plow my way through the great Bump trees of Alberta and the curiously thin Am-i-fat bushes, things look remarkably the same. With my machete held high and a grim look of determination on my otherwise flawless face, I trudge on further through the muds of mediocrity. Searching for signs of change.
Very soon I find the tell-tale signs of a ninja. His tracks are deep and clear, and I fall victim to an overwhelming sense of giddiness. What trap has this fellow laid before me? I risk life and dignity to find out.
...Gold! He has cleverly laid out pictures end-on-end, each one a repeat of a fellow taking a dump into the mouth of a slightly distraught woman. Consenting? Doesn't look like it. Does it matter? No. I post a well-needed "WTF?" before the thread is deleted, and move on.
After I tackle the Forest of General Discussion I hop on a train to Artist's Corner City. I feel that a bit of civilization will do me well. Things change in the city, too. Like in that song. But unlike that song, I find that the corners of the Corner are filled with individuals needing encouragement in their quests to become better Anime artists. It's like being on a college campus, except the campus is a few thousand people strong.
So nothing has changed here, either. I duck into a coffee shop and sip a cup o' joe while Gaians take turns standing upon a shabby stage. On this stage they pour their artsy souls out to the audience, in an artful manner. Usually including words such as hate, can't, and won't, among others. I find it depressing, but nothing unusual. So I finish my coffee, pay the bill, and wander back out onto the streets.
Although the forums haven't seen much change over the past few years, I find that to be a good thing. I fully expected this site to fall victim to the scourge of the internet, but it's still rather well behaved, if not a bit redundant. So, with the forums out of the way, I look elsewhere in the world of Gaia.
They have an MMO now. I can't get much beyond that. It sucked me in like a frog up a waterspout. Now there is little hope for escape, but a part of me doesn't want to. It tells me that this is a nice place to be, and to stop worrying about it all. I think I'll listen. It's quite fun tearing animated objects new ones. That and listening to the purdy music. Oh, and the quests. And the..
Where was I? Wait, hold on. I gotta find a spot to heal. Shit. Now look what you made me do! Ugh!
Although the rum still eludes me, I find that I don't need it in order to enjoy the mind numbing experience of forum trekking. As I plow my way through the great Bump trees of Alberta and the curiously thin Am-i-fat bushes, things look remarkably the same. With my machete held high and a grim look of determination on my otherwise flawless face, I trudge on further through the muds of mediocrity. Searching for signs of change.
Very soon I find the tell-tale signs of a ninja. His tracks are deep and clear, and I fall victim to an overwhelming sense of giddiness. What trap has this fellow laid before me? I risk life and dignity to find out.
...Gold! He has cleverly laid out pictures end-on-end, each one a repeat of a fellow taking a dump into the mouth of a slightly distraught woman. Consenting? Doesn't look like it. Does it matter? No. I post a well-needed "WTF?" before the thread is deleted, and move on.
After I tackle the Forest of General Discussion I hop on a train to Artist's Corner City. I feel that a bit of civilization will do me well. Things change in the city, too. Like in that song. But unlike that song, I find that the corners of the Corner are filled with individuals needing encouragement in their quests to become better Anime artists. It's like being on a college campus, except the campus is a few thousand people strong.
So nothing has changed here, either. I duck into a coffee shop and sip a cup o' joe while Gaians take turns standing upon a shabby stage. On this stage they pour their artsy souls out to the audience, in an artful manner. Usually including words such as hate, can't, and won't, among others. I find it depressing, but nothing unusual. So I finish my coffee, pay the bill, and wander back out onto the streets.
Although the forums haven't seen much change over the past few years, I find that to be a good thing. I fully expected this site to fall victim to the scourge of the internet, but it's still rather well behaved, if not a bit redundant. So, with the forums out of the way, I look elsewhere in the world of Gaia.
They have an MMO now. I can't get much beyond that. It sucked me in like a frog up a waterspout. Now there is little hope for escape, but a part of me doesn't want to. It tells me that this is a nice place to be, and to stop worrying about it all. I think I'll listen. It's quite fun tearing animated objects new ones. That and listening to the purdy music. Oh, and the quests. And the..
Where was I? Wait, hold on. I gotta find a spot to heal. Shit. Now look what you made me do! Ugh!
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