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Burning at the Center of Time

Ancient and Forever

Writer's Block: Avast, me hearties!
Bonnet
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If you were a pirate, where would your hideout be and what would it look like?

Firstly, example A of my journal user-pic is that of Stede Bonnet.  Google him if you don't know his history.

Secondly: Why am I going to tell you where my hideout is, hmm?  I don't need you, whomever you are, to come traipsing through my secret lair, stealing my secret piratey stuff.  Nope.  You can be left in the dark.

As to what it would look like, it'd be sweet.  Imagine, if you will, a culmination of a movie theater, Carnegie Hall, the Library of Alexandria, the Bat Cave, various Pirate Movies, and underwater cave and lagoon, loot, and the Pentagon.  I'm sorry.  But even if you wanted to see this sweet-ass pirate hideout, you're not getting past the security of the Pentagon.  And it's  in a cave.  With a lagoon.  And underwater caves.  I could throw you down there and you'd NEVER find your way out.

Sorry peeps, but only the chosen few will see it.  And God, that sounds like that should have been a tag for the Rapture that failed this past 21st.  But that's for another rant.


Writer's Block: I'm looking at the ___ in the mirror
Kirk
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If you could meet your true inner self, what would s/he look like, and what would s/he tell you?

I really wanted to answer this question because I think it invokes a lot of introspection.  I had my idea of what I thought my inner self would look like.  But I decided to ask a reliable source their opinion also...who better than my sibling?

Sometimes I think that the voice in my head is a guy, honestly.  I am credited by most of my friends for having the ability to switch my brain from masculine to feminine thinking.  I grew up very much the tomboy and didn't have a real friend that was a girl until I was fourteen or so.  In college when I am sitting in the living room or kitchen of my boys' homes, they ask me to translate girl into boy for them.  It's comical to me, but I've always had a knack for understanding both sexes.  Going back to the question and me flipping my brain between dude and chick, depending on how I'm thinking is probably indicative of the voice's sex in my head.  There are two voice that aren't really separate entities, really.  They're one person, but I know they're two voices.  It's an odd concept to explain, but it's like the synasthesia thing.  I just know and that's the best way to explain it.

My brother, on the other hand, feels my inner self is androgynous like 'angels or demons''.  I guess that makes sense.  He also went on to discuss how I would have very inhumanly brilliant eyes that would 'further melt men's souls than they already can'.  He also imagines my inner self having short hair like I had when I was in middle school.  Personality wise, he sees my inner self as the really knowledgeable and wise entity in movies that doesn't have to move or say much to get a point across and immediately urges reverence to be bestowed on my awesomeness.
I've got to hand it to him, he's kinda got me figured out and I can really see where it all fits into place.

As far as what he/she tells me, I'm pretty sure that wouldn't change from what it is now.


Writer's Block: Beep, Bop, Boop
Wallpaper
the_companion0
What was the first video or computer game you ever played? Did you love it or hate it, and why?

Doom I & II...you know, the old skool 1993 and 1994 DOS where you had to hit escape as the computer booted up to bring the C://rundoom.exe bit.  Yeah.  Those were the days.  And Doom was the shit.  I still know the cheats and can beat the game on Nightmare like it's nobody's business.

I LOVE(D) it.  You don't understand.  I dreamed, at one point, in Doom-scapes.  Pixelated and all.  I never lost, and they were the first 'scary' creatures that I ever encountered.  I love thrillers, horrors, and psychological mind-fucks.  They allow me a window into the mind of another 'sane' person.

Doom was the shit.  If not Wolfenstein (another love,) this was the first FPS ever with an moving map.  It was, in a sense, more than one dimensional.  Quite frankly, if it ain't baroque, don't fix it.
;)

Writer's Block: Homeword bound
Wallpaper
the_companion0
How would you describe your perfect home in ten words or less?

You already know.

Writer's Block: The winning ticket
Wallpaper
the_companion0
What would be your first purchase if you won the lottery?

After college and its loans: a plane ticket.

Writer's Block: Super Bowl XLV
Saint Connor
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Are you watching the Super Bowl this year? If not, how will you enjoy the day? If you are watching, how will you be celebrating the game?

This is a silly question.  Really.  I don't understand why you would as such a question.  I'm wearing Steeler boxers currently.  And ultimately my Polamalu jersey will be on my person.


I also may pin and destroy the first person I see wearing a Packers jersey.  But no big deal

Writer's Block: The name game
Bones
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What's the origin of your username? If you could change it to anything else, would you, and what would it be?

It's a duality of a show and my demeanor, I would have to say.

If you can't tell by an underlying theme with most of my stuff, there is a mild Doctor Who undertone.  Philosophically, I think the show brings about a great deal of questions about ethics and the like whilst dazzling us as an audience with the imagination of big kids.
In any case, The Companion could be the name of another Time Lord for all I know.  It might not be; however, the title is indicative of friendship and usually trust.  Also, most of the time, any companion The Doctor has had has demonstrated a certain quality or trait of friendship, reliability, love; etc.  That's me.

Not to sound haughty or overstepping anything, if you would ask my friends here or even those I used to have at home what drew them to me it'd probably be along the lines of being there, strength, and being a confidant.  Granted, these aren't necessarily the qualities of everyone's best friend, I am and always have been one of those people that will come and get you at three in the morning because you're stranded at a party, listen to you cry at two in the morning because you don't know what to do, give you space when you want it, hold you when you need it and be that one person you can rely on.  That's just who I am.  It embodies me for now, and I'm okay with that.

Would I change it?  Eh.  It would depend on a lot of factors, but right now, probably not.

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Midnight!
the_companion0

Just to state a point, albeit redundantly...

 

You've been hugged.  You enjoy that.



And by me saying my mood is bouncy....you have no idea.  I'm fucking wired; yep, bouncing off the damn walls.  And before you ask, yes, I am sober.

Writer's Block: Staying Connected
Wallpaper
the_companion0
How does technology keep you in the loop throughout the day?

It allows to talk to some of the most amazing persons that I know everyday.

Writer's Block: Eye for an eye?
Chillax
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If you bumped into someone who regularly picked on you as a child, what would you say to them?

There was only really one kid that ever picked on me and his name was Joey.   He did so when I was young, I'm thinking six-ish.  I was in PM Kindergarten and had to go to daycare afterward.  He was a third grader...so he was 8 or 9 and he used to beat the hell out of both me and my brother because I wasn't scared of him and refused to give him my toys.

I remember at one point, Devon was hiding behind some gym mats because Joey had just punched him in the shoulder and I had found a plastic bat that was used outside and threatened dear, sweet Joey that if he touched Devon, I'd hit him with the bat.  He decided to test this, so I took a full-pivot swing to his face.  I then got in trouble and had to go talk to the priest, (I was in Catholic school at this point, you see...and then went to public school the year after,) and they wanted to expel me.  Why the adult watching us never saved us I'll never know.

In any case...back to answering this question...I'm sure he wouldn't remember me.  I'm supposedly a lot more intimidating now than I was as a child.  I might just make eye contact and see what would become of it.  I don't think I would do anything...I would probably ignore him.  He doesn't deserve any of my attention and until I saw this, I haven't thought of him since I was in elementary school.  I am okay with that.

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