Posted by brilokuloj on Apr 21, 2024
On April 3, at 8:45 PM, with nothing else to do except suffer, I began the task of cleaning out my more than 400 open Firefox tabs.
This isn’t all of them because that would be insane. But here’s a look into my life. I hope you enjoy it.
Also, clean out your tabs. It’s good for you.
Posted by starsystemerror on Apr 21, 2024
After the nightmare that was last evening of The Hunt, I figured I’d go with as safe a bet as possible.
Posted by brilokuloj on Apr 14, 2024
As a new Furcadia player circa 2001-ish, Sippy’s journey would begin thusly:
Wow. That’s a bleak way to introduce your virtual world, isn’t it?
I mean, what does this imply? The descent downward is hallowed across our storytelling canon as a symbol of descent into madness, from Dante’s Inferno to, uh, all those scenes that gave me nightmares from All Dogs Go to Heaven.
There’s only one place to go.
Posted by starsystemerror on Apr 12, 2024
I took a day off of The Hunt, but am back into it full force this evening, starting with a game I thought would be a pretty simple generic hangout game.
Posted by starsystemerror on Apr 5, 2024
Another day of The Hunt has passed. I had dreams about the Tsunami Game last night. After my daily required running around as a creature in Sonaria to restore my sanity after work, I resumed my quest for badges.
Posted by brilokuloj on Apr 2, 2024
Yesterday, after 5 years of suffering with increasingly chipping and cracked wisdom teeth, I finally got accepted (after a 1 year waiting period!) by an oral surgeon covered by my insurance that agreed to remove my teeth.
For the past few days before this, my anxiety had grown exponentially, and I began to imagine worse and worse scenarios. And that was before I was asked to go off of my anti-anxiety medication in preparation for the operation!
On the drive to the hospital, I finally had enough, and I decided that instead of letting these terrible thoughts swell up in my brain forever – every single time I had a thought, I would write it down. Like casting it into a wishing well that, instead of making the wishes come true, it rather whisks them away to a place that I don’t have to think about them anymore.
And so, I decided that this would be my tooth poem.
Here it is.