Ok had to post this it's too cool ^^
Was sitting here thinking of names, designations that people use to represent themselves. Lookin at the Who's Online page in here is a perfect example of the thought processes people use in determining the string of characters which represent themselves.
Once you pick a name, it is yours, so hope you choose it wisely. Because it is stuck with you now, no matter what you do or say. The image has been determined. Or as Lady Macbeth would say, what's done is done and cannot be undone.
Thinking back on my own names and wondering how others thought of me based on my own string of characters. At the time I (generally) put a lot of thought into my names. I wanted to make a good impression, it's a desperate need of mine, this need to be liked.
And so for my very first online name I chose something that fit with the group I was with at the time. Not reflecting me per se, but something that I grew into.
Many years back I started in IRC and was known as LucidDreamer, very vocal for a while in IRC circles until I had the misfortune of meeting the worst love mistake I ever made. Suffice it to say the name was the only thing that dreamt for many years under him.
After finally departing his shores I modified all my names to la_libertine which at first glance I thought represented my newfound freedom. After embracing the freedom I realised its other meanings and wholeheartedly embraced those as well.
(from the wiki) Libertine has come to mean one devoid of any restraints, especially one who ignores or even spurns religious norms, accepted morals, and forms of behavior sanctioned by the larger society. The philosophy gained new-found adherents in the 17th, 18th and 19th centuries, particularly in France and Britain. Notable among these were John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester, the Marquis de Sade, and Aleister Crowley. "Libertine", like many words, is an evolving one, defined today as "a dissolute person; usually a person who is morally unrestrained". In modern times, libertinism has been associated with sado-masochism, nihilism, and free love.
After a while unrestrained hedonism gets tiring, so I created new personas for gaming purposes and and was known as kali or goddesskali or kali_goddess. Chosen for many reasons, not the least of which being the holder of power, life and destruction in online rpg's (read: DM), as well as a nurturing mothering figure protecting and leading the young to safely. For some reason while I am not maternal I am considered a motherly figure, and indeed, I do care.
(again from the wiki) Kali (Sanskrit Kālī काली) is a goddess with a long and complex history in Hinduism. Although sometimes presented as dark and violent, her earliest incarnation as a figure of annihilation still has some influence, while more complex Tantric beliefs sometimes extend her role so far as to be the Ultimate Reality (Brahman) and Source of Being. Finally, the comparatively recent devotional movement largely conceives of Kali as a straightforwardly benevolent mother-goddess. Therefore, as well her association with the Deva (god) Shiva, Kali is associated with many Devis (goddesses) - Durga, Badrakali, Bhavani, Sati, Rudrani, Parvati, Chinnamasta, Chamunda, Kamakshi or kamakhya, Uma, Meenakshi, Himavanti, Kumari and Tara. These names, if repeated, are believed to give special power to the worshipper.
It was under this moniker I met the second worst love mistake of my life, known as Living Dead, hence I modified my name to Living Dead Girl. For a few reasons, yes, I would do anything for my love, even changing my identity for them. But also for the love of the song and the images it represents. As the Girl of the Living Dead I attained a certain notoriety which I must say I enjoyed even if it was assumed.
A brief period of time later (less than 12 months) it all fell apart, he used me for all that he could. The goddess was no more, and the Girl was truly Dead.
So the gaming stopped and once again a new name was needed.
Hearkening back to older times I chose my current name which I (if no-one else) feels is truly unique amongst online names and a fair representation of me.
Drakontion is a Greek word with two meanings, the one which I hold most dear is "little dragon" and the backup meaning is "dragonwort" a medieval medicinal herb. I pick little dragon though for my love of the animal and because anything "little" can be loved, and really at the end of the day, that is what I am after.
Something that made me chuckle.
One day a guy dies and finds himself in hell. As he is wallowing in despair, he has his first meeting with the devil...
Satan: 'Why so glum?'
Guy: 'What do you think? I'm in hell!'
Satan: 'Hell's not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun down here. You a drinking man?'
Guy: 'Sure, I love to drink.'
Satan: 'Well, you're gonna love Mondays then. On Mondays, that's all we do is drink. Whiskey,tequila, Guinness, wine coolers, Tab, and Fresca.. We drink 'til we throw up, and then we drinksome more! And you don't have to worry about getting a hangover, because you're dead anyway.'
Guy: 'Gee that sounds great!'
Satan: 'You a smoker?'
Guy: 'You better believe it!'
Satan: 'All right! You're gonna love Tuesdays. We get the finest cigars from all over the world, and smoke our lungs out. If you get cancer - no biggie, you're already dead, remember?'
Guy: 'Wow...that's awesome!'
Satan: 'I bet you like to gamble.'
Guy: 'Why, yes, as a matter of fact I do.'
Satan: 'Good, 'cause Wednesdays you can gamble all you want. Craps, blackjack, roulette, poker, slots, whatever. If you go bankrupt, it doesn't matter, you're dead anyhow.'
Guy: 'Cool!'
Satan: 'What about Drugs?'
Guy: 'Are you kidding? Love drugs! You don't mean...?'
Satan: 'That's right! Thursday is drug day. Help yourself to a great big bowl of crack or smack. Smoke a doobie the size of a submarine. You can do all the drugs you want. You're dead so who cares.'
Guy: 'Wow! I never realized Hell was such a cool place!'
Satan: 'You gay?'
Guy: 'No...'
Satan: 'Ooooh, Fridays are gonna be tough...'
So this was kinda funny ;)
Read from the bottom up...
you are welcome it is hard for you now
On 11:15:28 Jul 26 2007 Drakontion wrote:
alrighty =) thanks ^^
On 11:14:13 Jul 26 2007 beavisuk wrote:
well just so you know any way it is 6 inches when it is hard
On 11:06:05 Jul 26 2007 Drakontion wrote:
i'm sure it's suitably large, but no, thanks anyways ;)
On 11:04:58 Jul 26 2007 beavisuk wrote:
okay, would you like to know how big my cock is
On 11:00:47 Jul 26 2007 Drakontion wrote:
hm i'm fairly sure the answer to both of those questions are on a need to know basis ;)
On 10:59:27 Jul 26 2007 beavisuk wrote:
what size are your breast's please and do you have a shaven pussy
On 10:57:20 Jul 26 2007 Drakontion wrote:
i'm doing good but it's night over here.
and looks wise i look like a girl, short, dark haired, wear glasses, comfortably plump, completely normal looking. help any?
On 10:53:38 Jul 26 2007 beavisuk wrote:
how are you doing today, what do you look like please
...I know I said "chat me up" in my profile, but you know, use a little delicacy?
It is a part of my deep seated insecurities in myself that I immediately take to heart any rejection, real or percieved.
Overtures ignored are construed as rejection and handled accordingly.
While I may try once or even twice, a third time is stretching the limits of faith in myself.
Hence, I no longer even try.
I was going to write an update in here but then I realised the futility of it all sooo...
I leave you with the lyrics of a song the meaning of which has embedded itself with me. Well, the first line at least. The rest of it, not so much.
Kaiser Chiefs - Every Day I Love You Less and Less
Every day I love you less and less,
It's clear to see that you've become obsessed,
I've got to get this message to the press,
That every day I love you less and less.
And every day I love you less and less,
I've got to get this feeling off my chest,
The doctor says all I need's pills and rest
Since every day I love you less and less
And less and less
I know, I feel it in my bones
I'm sick and tired of staying in control
Oh yes, i feel a rat upon a wheel
I've got to know what's not and what is real
Oh yes, I'm stressed, I'm sorry I digressed
Impressed, you dressed to SOS
oooooooooooh
And my parents love me
oooooooooooh
And my girlfriend loves me
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh (nananananana)
Every day I love you less and less,
I can't believe once you and me did sex,
It makes me sick to think of you undressed
Since every day I love you less and less,
And every day I love you less and less,
You're turning into something i detest
And everybody says that you're a mess
Since every day I love you less and less,
And less and less and less
I know, I feel it in my bones
I'm sick and tired of staying in control
Oh yes, I feel a rat upon a wheel
I've got to know what's not and what is real
Oh yes, I'm stressed, I'm sorry I digressed
Impressed, you dressed to SOS
oooooooooooh
And my parents love me
oooooooooooh (nananana)
And my girlfriend loves me
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh (nananananana)
They keep photos of meeee
ooooooooooooooh
That's enough love for meee
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh (nananananana)
Stop
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
oooooooooooh
And my parents love me
oooooooooooh (nananana)
And my girlfriend loves me
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh (nananananana)
They keep photos of meeee
ooooooooooooooh
That's enough love for meee
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh (nananananana)
Sometimes I wonder what the fuck I'm doing with my life.
The other day I blew off the boy after his wanting to get back with me. I thought it was reasonably legitimate. He said he was going to talk to me, so I waited. I waited Monday, then Tuesday, then Wednesday. Thursday rolls around and pissed I send him this message "you know, all the times you're on nwns, you could actually be talking to me... instead of feeling guilty. but i guess you don't really want to all that much, huh."
A few hours later he logs on. Then logs back off again immediately with the message "Too fucking pissed to talk -.-".
It's now Friday night and nothing. Eh. Someone remind me again why I was so devastated over him??? >.>
In the meantime I've struck up (stricken up?) quite a few new acquaintances and am having a heap of fun. While I still kinda wish I had someone and am fact am actively looking I'm not feeling quite so desperate because I know that even if I don't have someone I'm still worthwhile, and can still have fun. And yes, I've had a few glasses of wine right now =P And had my fun for the evening ;)
*sighs* Am wistful though... maybe one day the fairy tale will work for me...
Finally, I made it into teh intarwebs dramas!!! Oh, my joy is now complete!!!
http://www.somethingawful.com/d/weekend-web/vampire-rave.php?page=6
(link opens in a new window)
You know what I wanna know is who trolled the site to get all this stuff, coz damn, there's some good hours worth there. They coulda made a decent level in no time =P
Yesterday he sent me the following email:
Hey Juile, I'm sry I havn't been emailing you or logging on msn to talk to you at night. I've been thinking about what we talked about over the phone. Thinking about you! About how much you ment to me, how much I love you, more inportantly How much you and your world means to me. I wanna say yes, please give me one more chance, but I don't know if i'll be on everday. Its not that I don't want to its my new time scheduel lol >.> See i've been sleeping till like 4-7 o'clock in the afternoon then staying up till 10 in the am hour, then sleeping, I guess while we havn't been talking i've been doing what i'd do -sighs- guess being a kid. I feel a little scared :P i mean one of my last school 'summers' i'll have >.> Soon i'll get a job hehe but that don't bother me, I love money :P hehe who don't? I'm still thinking about you baby. If you don't wanna be with me I understand, I took one to many times breaking your heart :( -hugs you tight- I love you baby. I'll talk to you soon.
So I'm not as thrilled as what I thought I would be. Actually I'm not feeling very much of anything at all. Don't know whether I want it or not. I allowed him back on my msn so we could talk but we ended up... not talking. So we never sorted anything out.
*sighs*
I wish I knew what I wanted. Who I wanted. Or maybe it's just that I don't want to have the possibility of putting myself through it all over again...
This is good:
Surrealist Compliment Generator
I got:
A kitten's growl would not come near the plights of your spoken voice. (rowr, schmexy)
So charmingly heathen, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. (sounds sticky, I'd lick it)
The spark of intelligence in your blinking eyes is not unlike the glow from the teeth of an electrocuted axe-murderess. (...lol?)
Have a play, it's fun =)
Some days are fine, some days you want to slit the collective throat of mankind, get drenched in its blood, and stand outside in the cold rain letting the chill dissolve you to nothing.
Today is one of those days.
My eyes hurt =( I'm sick of crying.
I went on a date today.
With a guy.
My first ever.
I'm 33 years old, and this was my first date.
Shameful.
Nothing happened though. He was very nice, but too old and normal for me.
He's 34. Successful. Works hard. Well travelled. Intelligent. Everything someone like me should want. Yet, too boring for me. My kinkydar didn't go off at all with him. It's exceedingly accurate. You could be the most normal looking person in the room, and I will gravitate to you if my kinkydar pings me the least little bit.
All I could imagine was, kissing you would be boring. There'd be no teeth in amongst the lips and tongue. Fucking you would be boring. There'd be no ropes, no leather, no blindfolds, no blood, no ecstatic orgasmic release. Boring.
Ah well.
Back to the hunt ;)
Aaaaaah I'm going to LA for Christmas!!!!!
*jumps around* wooo!!! So excited!!!
I did a stupid thing and opened up my email archives tonight. Found the one(s) where he asked me to marry him. Found myself in tears.
*sigh*
Maybe different, but remember
Winters warm there you and I,
Kissing whiskey by the fire
With the snow outside
And when the summer comes
The river swims at midnight
Shiver cold
Touch the bottom, you and I
with muddy toes
Stay or leave
I want you not to go
But you should
It was good, as good goes
Stay or leave
I want you not to go
But you did
Wake up naked drinking coffee,
Making plans to change the world
While the world is changing us...
It was good good love.
You used to laugh under the covers
Maybe not so often now
But the way I used to laugh with you
Was loud and hard
Stay or leave
I want you not to go
But you should
It was good as good goes
Stay or leave
I want you not to go
But you did
So what to do
With the rest of today's afternoons, hey
Isn't it strange how we change
Everything we did
Did I do all that I should
That I could'a done
Remember we used to dance
And everyone wanted to be
You and me
I want to be too
What day is this
Besides the day you left me?
What day is this
Besides the day you went?
So what to do
With the rest of the day's afternoons, hey
Well isn't it strange how we change
Everything we did
Did I do all that I could?
Remember we used to dance
And everyone wanted to be you and me
I want to be too
What day is this
Besides the day you went babe BESIDES THE DAY YOU LEFT
What day is this?
Besides the day you left me
What day is this?
So I joined an online dating site the other day. I'm moving on I guess. Chatting with guys over the internet is fun and all, but it's not getting me what I want. Especially when they're on the other side of the world. I've travelled halfway across the globe for a guy before and look where that left me.
So the site. It's one for "normals" because let's face it I'm no darke chylde of the nyght any more. The thing I'm finding though, is it's too normal for me. And the guys are boring. I put in an age range of 25 to 40, but I'm gravitating for the younger ones.
*sighs*
What have I done to myself? Young guys aren't interested in what I'm interested in, I've already learnt that the hard way. Just because they're young, and cute, and have no baggage, and a full head of hair, and I like to teach.... lol.
Well, it's early days yet, so we'll see. Hopefully I'll have at least a little bit of fun out of it.
D&D last night was good, am as tired as all fuck now though. And, it sucks being a first level character. I think we're all feeling it. Our other games are level 10's or level 16's. Going from superhuman abilities down to being able to do absolutely nothing... well... yeh. Point in case. We were ambushed by a group of kobolds. Easy pickings you might say. Not when the most effective party member is a pregnant level 1 warlock. And me? I'm an adolescent halfling level 1 rogue. I can't do shit. *sighs* The only thing holding me in there is when I gain some levels and cross class into barbarian... hehehehe...
So tired... and have to go to work... =(
It's mornings like this when I miss having someone the most. The feeling you have when you wake up next to someone you love, knowing you're sheltered and protected, loving them despite their bed hair and morning breath, and resting secure in the knowledge that they love you despite all this too. Waking up encircled in their arms, being gently kissed awake, or being watched while you sleep. It's one of the best feelings ever, and it's when I miss having him the most =(
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