frankmask

This place isn't nearly as much fun as it used to be, and the boards are about as lively as a lobotomized puppy. The sets don't really seem new anymore, either. There are fewer and fewer interesting concepts and a lot more of... well... the same. I can't really tell the new SGs apart anymore, and there are so damned many that I just ignore...
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I went up the mountain. I came down the mountain. Some shit happened. It was good and bad together. And now I'm unhappy again. Wah. Jedi.

Seagulls V. Frank

For the last few days I've been in a running altercation with the sea gulls that are nesting in the large vacant lot behind my place of business. Sea gulls are very territorial critters, and during nesting season they're even more obnoxious than usual. Lately they've taken to dive bombing me at regular intervals, though they have yet to actually hit me.

I'm a very mature, capable, secure person.

Except when I am isolated from my friends, stuck in the fucking boondocks for six months, constantly reminded of all the weird little ways that I bother or frighten or just unnerve normal people, dealing with my precocious and volatile siblings, working a fairly dead end job, without any confidant to whom I can vent, without love or...
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Apparently I'm really awkward. I don't really know what to do with that except hate on humanity for being difficult and incomprehensible.

Since last night I've read several dozen wiki articles on Gnosticism, the early Christian church, demons, Roman Catholic excorcism, Djinn, monsters from various cultures, the history and cultures of the writings of JRR Tolkien, Catharism, and various other topics.

It's a lot to think about.

I just made the ugliest arrow ever. The fletchings are so mangled it hurts to look at. ugh.

But it's my first arrow ever. Hopefully the next one will turn out a touch better.

I also made a bowstring. I don't even know what the twine I made it out of is, but It hasn't snapped on me yet. This is for the fiberglass recurve...
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I bought a bow and some throwing spikes, and I might be buying an anvil. Rock.

Dudes. Olivia is gone. And not just her nipples. I can't find her anymore. She's not on the site in any form that I can locate.

Man... : (

I'm go do something... I dunno what. It may involve hygiene.

I've decided that although I love my brothers, I would love them even more if they would either

A. Move to Nicarauga or,

B. Stop fighting all the damned time over stupid, meaningless little shit like a bunch of grouchy monkeys trying to establish a dominance structure.

I just want to hit them all and tell them to play nice. But then I realize that...
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For once I have a substantial criticism of the new format. It takes bloody forever to load.

And what the duck is this?

"Frank is a captivating, intoxicating individual. Around Frank, birds suddenly appear, and choruses of angels sing hymns to Frank's bonny face. Sadly, unless Frank tells you more about Frank, this is all you'll ever know about Frank."

???

Change is bad. If...
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Boo.