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SexyBlindfold posted:just chimin' in to say those gaia threads are amazing. sure beats lurking conceptArt forums waiting for a meltdown!! Turns out the self righteous meltdowns come to you, on Gaia!
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What makes it worse, for me, is these people apparently can't spell or write or communicate. I get it's probably due to being self-righteous shut-ins. But I find it difficult to take people who can't respond to criticism like, well, people seriously. I think I missed the point.
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KSAF Staff Report posted:What makes it worse, for me, is these people apparently can't spell or write or communicate. I get it's probably due to being self-righteous shut-ins. But I find it difficult to take people who can't respond to criticism like, well, people seriously. e: she's married, has two kids and works full time.
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I'm just going to leave a big ol'  here for all you guys who have crazygonuts stories to tell.Mine aren't terribly interesting. Just one girl who had some strange ideas about life and made some very risky decisions and another girl who made all of her decisions from the Abusive Relationship Playbook without us actually being in a relationship. But more on those when my advanced non-fiction class is done.
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The realization that Gaia was full of sad women twice my age was what drove me to flee, lest I end up exactly like them. Seeing that chick's awful spelling reminds me of the time a girl blew up and called someone a "vial hoar". I still chuckle about that one. The weirdest girl I never met on Gaia deserves mentioning here. She goes by Bilious, and though we initially bonded over a mutual love of Discworld, combing through her deviantart gallery revealed some incredibly disturbing things mixed in with all the harmless stuff. She's not really a bad artist, though it looks like her art is stagnated over the years. The thing is she likes to draw her Original Characters turning into anthropomorphic newts and other such weird poo poo. Said Newt (who's an anti-sue with no good qualities whatsoever) then got pregnant. By another guy. Which led to him laying eggs. Did I mention this all took place in her magnum opus fanfic wherein her OCs go to Hogwarts? She was so loving proud when she linked me that travesty I didn't have the heart to tell her it made me throw up in my mouth. She also once got an interview at Dreamworks... Or maybe it was Pixar? Some studio like that. When I say "interview", I mean she went on the standard studio tour, slipped away from the group, and shoved her portfolio into the hands of some unsuspecting big name guy there. He kindly refrained from calling security, went through her artwork, and said it looked nice. This was probably out of fear she would stab him because, as you can see from her picture, Bilious has very... intense eyes. Afterwards she wrote a glowing blog about the whole experience. In it she even clearly said she snuck away from a tour after calling it an interview. Bilious also was, and might still be, a moderator on Gaia. There were quite a lot of accusations of her abusing her power (which she did), so I'm hoping that's not still the case. I will say that most mods there aren't crazy, though dealing with the average Gaia user daily is bound to erode anyone's sanity. Edit: Probably shouldn't post from my phone. Anoia fucked around with this message at 21:31 on Jan 24, 2012 |
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My favorite thing to do when someone has a lot of homophone confusion (words that sound the same but are spelled differently) is pretend they meant exactly what they wrote. Vial hoar would be a particular type of ice crystal that forms inside laboratory glass. Did I mention every special snowflake in my undergraduate poetry writing class hated me?
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DeepFriedKitten posted:Bilious also was, and might still be, a moderator on Gaia. There were quite a lot of accusations of her abusing her power (which she did), so I'm hoping that's not still the case. I will say that most mods there aren't crazy, though dealing with the average Gaia user daily is bound to erode anyone's sanity. Also I have managed to dig up the diaper fetish weeaboo with the terrible grammar and the worst case of Dunning-Kruger that I mentioned earlier. Be warned, this is Peak Weaboo and it is not for the faint of heart. Keep reading, the whole thread loving explodes after a while. Notice that his avatar is in fact wearing diapers. And don't miss his profile. Yes, he's also a Sonic fan. e: if the link doesn't take you to the right post, ctrl+f "hoshioni" e2:   I had forgotten how amazing this thread was. the kawaiiest fucked around with this message at 21:47 on Jan 24, 2012 |
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I did some googling and found another thread by that Hoshioni fellow. Holy crap this is terrifying, how do people like this happen?
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Heresiarch posted:I did some googling and found another thread by that Hoshioni fellow. Holy crap this is terrifying, how do people like this happen?
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Antivehicular posted:Oh, man, she even uses the Picasso excuse. Picasso is to bad artists as e. e. cummings is to bad writers: a disciplined artist who mastered the standard forms of his craft before using non-standard forms in a way that actually had merit, thus ensuring that his name would be used as an excuse for the untalented amateur not even trying to master standard forms. Hell, even I know that Picasso could smoke a standard representational drawing, and I'm no artist. Ugh, Picasso was such a hack. Check out his lovely drawing technique right here:  Where's the dynamic background? Where are the sweatdrops and other emotes that we need in order to understand her emotions? Where are the thought or speech balloons to let us know what she's saying/thinking? Oh and nice pose, it just looks like she's sitting there with her hands folder. Pfft, real classy.  As for all you nitpicking naysayers who are cruelly dismissing the superior artform of manga, I can only quote this visionary over and over: quote:all of you why limit your selfs by other peoples words and failures???? I think that says it all. Really, why limit yourself by other people's words and failures when you can fail utterly all on your own.  PS: ahahahah those threads are amazing.
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DeepFriedKitten posted:The weirdest girl I never met on Gaia deserves mentioning here. She goes by Bilious, and though we initially bonded over a mutual love of Discworld, combing through her deviantart gallery revealed some incredibly disturbing things mixed in with all the harmless stuff. She's gotten better - I used to troll the poo poo out of her when I was younger and a huge poo poo head. She whines about her art being lovely, does nothing to improve it, then sics her groups of fangirls on anyone who says otherwise. She does costume props now which is pretty cool since her father is a big name in the industry so she's learnt how to do it all from him, but her and her group of friends are still assholes. Right now I'm trying to deal with one of her friends stealing my art/characters and trying to pass it off as her own. Eugh.
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the kawaiiest posted:Be warned, this is Peak Weaboo and it is not for the faint of heart. this is pretty glorious. my favourite quote so far: quote:I draw what I like not what ever EVERONE else wants me to draw......other wise id have leeched another mangaka's style by now or use one of those godawefull "how to draw manga books"....but im OTAKU so naturally id have to import mine from Japan. if i ever get a namechange it will definitely be "....but im OTAKU" i'm starting to feel a bit queasy about reading about all these trainwecks, though. it reminds me a bit of that thread about a god-awful horror story "author" with severe mental health issues that goons kept baiting and baiting because he'd always, without fail, respond in the same arm-flailing, irrational, violent way. i mean, he was an absolutely abhorrent person, but there is such a thing as taking too much enjoyment from folks with obvious developmental disabilities. don't get me wrong, everybody who's taken their time to share their stories is totally ace, but this thread as a whole eventually wears on you.
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I like that Uglynoodles and later on la_fausse posted some very detailed and curious stories about Denise, and has turned into a hub of crazy rear end stories. And I think except for Saddest Rhino, all of these stories all trace to one titular thing. ~Anime.* *=well, D&D, and I guess fairies too. Fargin Icehole fucked around with this message at 00:44 on Jan 25, 2012 |
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DeepFriedKitten posted:She's not really a bad artist, though it looks like her art is stagnated over the years. The thing is she likes to draw her Original Characters turning into anthropomorphic newts and other such weird poo poo. Said Newt (who's an anti-sue with no good qualities whatsoever) then got pregnant. By another guy. Which led to him laying eggs. This part reminded me of the worst episode of Star Trek in existence. I never wanted to be reminded of that. It was shockingly bad. How could anyone think people turning into anthropomorphic newts was a good idea after that? Come to think of it, how could Rick Berman think that it was a good idea?
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CuddleChunks posted:Ugh, Picasso was such a hack. Check out his lovely drawing technique right here: I can hear it now: "Her face is totaly off to and she has one sdie biger than the other and its like manga only notas good as japaneese Im an OTAKU so I kniow what I',m doing and I'm even better than this cause I can fail on my own" ANIME
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It looks like the kids who don't want criticism ever have become enough of a problem for someone to give them advice here: http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/comic-creators/been-given-negative-criticism/t.58696461/ It starts off pretty well, and everyone's being pretty respectful and giving genuinely good advice to people who don't take criticism well, but only a few posts in a Hetalia fan shows up and posts this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sj91JGssIQc. It's about a Little Artist who just wants to be appreciated and realises the whole world of art is actually at war and is overwhelmed by it! There's a nice little Godwin in there too.
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I'm trying to read these gaia online threads in full. Jesus, my eyes hurt, and the spelling from that Hoshioni guy is so atrocious. Not even getting into his "my poo poo don't stink" mentality. I probably shouldn't say that due to his fetish, now that I think about it.
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I love that Hoshioni's Photobucket account is "otakuabdl." It sums up... well, it sums up everything, really. Well, maybe that and GRADIENTS!! in 64-point flashing rainbow font. Dude loves him some gradients.
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So...like others here, I've been inspired to tell my own story about a delusional person. Only there's not really anime involved unless the subject of the story based his lifestyle off of one I'm not familiar with. The story is a bit long, but I got really into writing the whole thing off in one go to get it off my chest. IT IS ZANDAR WITH A Z. NOT AN X. BECAUSE THE LETTER X IS LAME. Almost ten years ago, I began my collegiate career at an overpriced art school. This was my first real experience being away from home and I had somehow ended up in a “traditional visual media” themed dorm floor. “Traditional visual media” somehow translated into “the anime zone” and while there were some odd times with the residents there, this story is not about them. Oh, How I wish it was. Art schools attract all kinds of people. I ended up there because I liked theatre tech and wanted to study set design. Zandar ended up there because he designed ugly jewelry and wanted to rule the world. It was late September. I was in the dorm’s dining hall, studying for the most basic of art history classes. Because it was the lull period between lunch and dinner, there weren’t too many people there. I had been staring at one page introducing mosaic art for about five minutes, trying to make sense of the words, when a dark shadow fell over my table. My first reaction was irritation –I was studying, there were plenty of other spaces to sit or stand, so who was bothering me? In a place where every single student strove to stand out as a unique and special individual via their clothing choices, from neon colored hoodies with bunny ears on them to dressing in drag for the 8 AM lecture on French Impressionism, this shadow managed to stand out –for all the wrong reasons. The city of this story’s setting is pretty much warm all year round. It miiiight briefly dip into the 50s for one week during February. The person standing in front of me was, for lack of a better description, a gothic pimp. He wore a cheap black trench-coat, black baggy pants, a black shirt, and a freaking black fedora with a freaking black feather in it. He had awkwardly propped himself up with a long black umbrella, leaning on it as though it was a cane. His hair fell down to his shoulders in greasy tangles. I recognized him, because any person who dressed in long sleeves and solid black in this city was marked as an idiot with a death wish. I also think he had a class next to one of mine in the same building. I acknowledged his presence with a quick half-smile and turned my attention back to mosaic tiles. He cleared his throat. I turned the page, grateful for the appearance of pretty pictures to pretend to be engrossed in studying. “Hey. Uh…haven’t I seen you at the Gamer’s Guild on Thursdays?” He sounded like someone attempting to do a bad imitation of Rhett Butler going through puberty. I didn’t reply. He continued. “…because I mean, I can’t forget a face like yours. I’ve definitely seen you at the Gamer’s Guild.” It was then I realized with a chill of dread in my gut he was trying to…flirt? I was momentarily overwhelmed with a vision of me throwing the art history book at his weasel-esque face before making a hasty exit. I had to reply, because if I didn’t, he was not going to leave me alone. Also, I had been raised to be polite. Book-throwing is one thing, ignoring people is another. “Nope. Didn’t even know there was such a thing.” Justkeeplookingatthebookmaybehe’llgoaway…“Are you suuu~uuuure?” He drew out the last word in a particularly appalling fashion, that started out in an attempt to be low-pitched and cajoling, but ended up cracking and sneaking out through his nose. “Positive.” He sat down in the chair opposite to mine. Great. I started circling random words and underling things in the book in an effort to show this guy how very involved I was with my studies and had no time for idle chit-chat. “Soooo…aren’t you supposed to tell me your name now?” Was he serious? He was serious. He hooked the umbrella on the back of the chair. It slid off. He fumbled for it, gripping onto the edge of the table with one hand and leaning to the side as far as he could to grab it. He tried to hook it back onto the chair, rinse and repeat. I started laughing, which unfortunately encouraged him. “C’mooooon.” He was going to whine me into submission, come hell or highwater. “Cruxxed.” “Ah.” He steepled his index fingers together, under his nose, and smiled. You know, like Mr. Burns on “the Simpsons.” I was so confused. “And I am Zandar.” “What?” “Zandar.” “I’m not—“ “ZANDAR.” “Oh! Like the guy on Buffy?” “UGH NO. That’s a shortened name of Alexander, with an X. My name is spelled with a Z.” “…gotcha.” His name brought to mind images of a wizard in purple robes with a pointy purple hat with a goofy voice trying to educate children about the letter Z. And that was enough. I left then, quickly, mumbling some excuse about having to get ready for class. He propped an elbow on the back of the chair and knocked the umbrella off once again. Then he saluted me with his index and middle fingers pressed together as I walked past. My next encounter with him was not until Halloween. In the meantime, I was suddenly seeing him everywhere. Where before his black-clad and wheezing figure had only been a background figure of unconscious derision, it was now suddenly front and center almost everyday. He had not one, but two classes in the same building at the same time as I did, twice a week. The other days, he was unexpectedly in my dorm’s dining room during lunch and dinner–even though by this point I had found out he lived in a completely different building. This disturbed me. He made no attempts at contacting me, but he was still there, a painfully obvious black lump trying to be discrete but failing miserably. I told my roommate and my friends about him, just in case he got…too weird. They thought the entire situation was hilarious. One guy mentioned that he knew Zandar’s roommate, who had filled him on the Horror of Living with Zandar. “Yeah, Zandar. He’s in this...Dungeons and Dragons acting group. He thinks he’s a wizard or something. His coat makes him gives him more sex appeal and his hat makes him smarter? Who the hell knows. And his umbrella can shoot fireballs.” “Wait, what.” “I mean, he drags the metal tip on the sidewalk and it makes sparks. Fireballs.” Magic wavey hands ensued and my roommate sympathetically patted my head. “Wow, Cruxxed. You sure know how to pick them.” The Boy with the Magic Umbrella. As I said before, I didn’t speak with Zandar again until Halloween. Because this was an art school, Halloween was a big deal. There was a costume competition, people went all out, and wore everything from their 18th century French textile gown reproductions from Advanced Fashion History to amazing reproductions of the Ghostbusters outfits and gear, complete with lasers and blinking lights and sound effects. (Ghostbusters naturally won.) I was poor and not in the fashion program and wasn’t “in” enough with the theatre department to borrow an outfit, so I went as your standard drug store costumed witch. Black hat, frizzy wig, black dress, etc. My roomie smeared silver glitter over my face and then had to have help getting her costume ready. She was going as Sailor Moon. (That’s a different story.) At the party, my group of friends and I hung out by the punch bowl. Despite the great costumes and the decent DJ, the entire affair reminded me of a middle school dance, with groups of kids awkwardly clustering around in their little cliques and shouting over the music while nobody danced except for the drunk chaperones. During one song all the lights went out except for those stupid flashing “rave” ones and the bass was thumping and everybody still stood around and shouted over the music and looked awkward. When the lights went back up, oh my god there was Zandar RIGHT THERE outside our little circle and it was terrible. My “friends” promptly started laughing and ran off. I was penned in by a wall, the punch table, and Zandar. I could have crawled under the table and made my escape that way, but I didn’t think about that at the time. I was stuck. Zandar was talking to me, and I couldn’t hear him because of the music. I cupped a hand around my ear, shook my head. He leaned in closer, I scrunched back against the wall. “WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?” he shouted. “A WITCH.” “A WHAT?” “A WITCH!” He did an odd thing then. He stepped away from me and smiled and it was gross. He spoke again, of course I couldn’t hear him, so I rolled my eyes and made shooing motions with my hands to get him to move out of the way. I hurried out of the party room, determined to find my friends before the midnight RHPS screening. Zandar followed me. I stopped in the hallway and turned around. “What?” “You’re a witch, right?” “Yes.” He was trying to replay the scene in the party room as he smiled again in his gross way and steepled his hands together ala Mr. Burns. “Ahhhhhhhh so you have a bit of the evil in you then?” “I…what?” How do you respond to that? “It’s a Halloween costume.” Of course, Zandar hadn’t dressed up. He was wearing his same outfit as he always did and I think the only thing that had changed about him was that his hair was greasier. I’m not sure what he said next, but it might have been something about Halloween being appropriated by the candy companies and commercialized because for some reason I spent the next half hour talking with him about religious issues and holidays and thinking maybe he was just a lonely nerd who wasn’t so bad. And then he explained his own “religious” views. He crossed his arms, leaned back against the wall, and dropped his head down. The fedora almost slid off his head. “But I don’t believe in any of that other crap. I’m a Hedonist.” “Like…Oscar Wilde?” “Huh? No. I’m all about me. I’m Egotistical. This world was created for me and I alone shall decide it’s fate. And I have decided this world is corrupt and it needs to be destroyed.” “Haha well gee maybe we’ll do that to ourselves because of the way politics are going—“ “NO IT WILL BE ME. I need to die a very violent death.” He looked up then, eyes narrowed behind his greasy wisps of bangs. “I need to die a very violent death so I can be reborn as a god. And then I will destroy the world and from those ruins I will create a utopia.” “O…kay. Oh hey, look at the time. I have to get going now, but it was great talking with you. Bye!” I took my hurried leave, glanced over my shoulder and…he was following me. and... Of course, he was following me. And I, being a stupid person back then, ran to my room in search of the roomie, so he then ended up knowing where I lived and he then managed to lock me out and I had to call the security guard to let me back in and I was curtly reminded to have my boyfriend off the girl’s floor in an hour.  Mr.Creepy came a'courtin'... A lot more happened after that with him and it eventually escalated into what was essentially stalking. Only he called it “courting.” Every evening he was at my room, asking me to join him dinner. I couldn’t go to the main dining room anymore after a certain time because he would literally camp out there from the time he invited me down to the time the kitchen closed. He became more stealthy and eventually found out my morning schedule so he could “run into” me while I walked the couple of blocks from the dorms to my first class of the day. The very one-sided conversation entailed a rant about the “idiots” in our city and how I should totally be an ice mage to balance out his fire one. So I recruited (bribed with art supplies) a girl from my floor to walk with me to class. She was a black-belt in karate and I was paranoid. It worked out, because that first morning of company he did his “usual” routine of catching up and then looked at the other girl, and she didn’t even say anything or do anything other than blink at him, yet he promptly ran off in the other direction, trenchcoat flapping in the breeze behind him. I thought he was finally getting the point, but he showed up at my room a few weeks later (way after the 10PM weekday curfew) and was banging on the door. What especially sucked about these dorms is that they had no peepholes in the doors. In theory you could try and peer out the side window, but it didn’t really work if the person was standing right in front of the door. As Zandar was that night. My roomie opened the door, and there he was. “Hey…Cruxxed. I apologize for intruding at this late hour, but I found out my floor’s RA is out of town so I was wondering if you wanted to come over and…” My immediate and sharp negative response must have gotten the point across, because he gave me the two-finger salute and intoned, “Until next time.” At this point, I was getting sufficiently weirded out. Well, more than I had been before. There was a point I should have reported him, but I was a stupid 18 year old kid away from home for the first time from a too-safe suburb and my only real experience with “weirdos” was with the goth kids back in high school that sat at their own lunch table and wore Marilyn Manson t-shirts. And I guess most of the people around me thought the situation was funny/not worth getting worried over, so help from them was limited. But having to deal with Xandar, in addition to the ridiculous price tag of the school and the supplies and learning that I wouldn’t be able to take any classes relevant to my career interests until practically junior year? I decided a transfer was in order and managed to squeak in an acceptance at a university on the other side of the state in time for the next semester. I left and never looked back. The End A few years ago, I managed to get back in touch with my roommate from that time. She had stayed in the same room after I left and told me about what happened once the new semester after I left began. I'm paraphrasing her story to me. “A few weeks after classes started, someone knocks on the door around 6 o’clock. I open it, and wow. There’s Zandar, stupid hat, stupid coat, stupid umbrella and all. He asks for you. I tell him you’re gone. He looks shocked. ‘She died?’ ‘Um, no. She left the school.’ ‘Oh. Ohhhhhh. Well, uhhhh…do you know where she went?’ You had done a good job of not telling anyone anything about your plans, so of course I had no idea. And even if I did know, of course I wouldn’t tell him. And I told him as much. He frowned, nodded, and gave me that stupid little salute before walking away. I found out from Bob (friend of ours who was friends with Zandar’s roommate) that the next day, Zandar cut his hair off, shaved his head, broke his umbrella, and started sleeping in the closet. You really broke his creepy little heart, you know that? 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Cruxxed Up posted:Hhahahahaha holy god. I'm not even sure how to respond to all that but good on you for getting out.
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SexyBlindfold posted:"....but im OTAKU" Apologies if this has already been covered, but are any of these people aware that "otaku" is NOT A COMPLIMENT? I did the JET thing for a couple of years and the otaku kids in my school were universally shunned. And not without reason - a couple of them were goons so goony you'd think someone had dug a goon mine so deep they'd struck the molten goon at the centre of the Earth, and left me wondering whether they had legitimate psychological problems. I mean, there are probably nuances I'm missing, and maybe these people are trying to 'take back the word' or something, but still - if they actually went to Japan and introduced themselves with "OTAKU DEEEEEESU!!!" I'm not sure they'd get the reaction they'd expect.
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Good Lord, Cruxxed. I am sincerely, sincerely glad you transferred away from him -- Zandar sounds not just hosed-up but actively dangerous, and it actually made me a little angry that everyone thought it was funny that he was stalking you. His undergoing some sort of bizarre ego breakdown and breaking his umbrella in rage-sadness is a pretty amazing way to end it, though. We had a dude who wore a feathered hat at my university (one of those green hats you associate with mustachioed Bavarian dudes), and he was also a weird guy, but thankfully he was a pretty fun, harmless weird. The only story I have about him involved his sophomore-year experiment with brewing his own mead, which involved borrowing a friend's trash can as a fermentation container (I sure hope there was a liner involved), drinking the eventual product out of a horn, and then being massively sick the rest of the night.
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Cruxxed Up posted:the next day, Zandar cut his hair off, shaved his head, broke his umbrella, and started sleeping in the closet. Holy poo poo! I'm glad that you had plenty of other reasons to move on other than this scumbag but drat that's a chilling story. Here's hoping that he eventually dropped out, reevaluated his scummy life and turned over a new, non-greasy leaf.
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Cruxxed Up posted:You really broke his creepy little heart, Hahaha Zandar is the most horrifying thing in the recent pages of this thread. I'm glad you managed to get away from him. It doesn't help I imagine him as an even less-dignified version of this guy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWA4BVW1KRQ This is an official video for a song sung in a Silent Hill game
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Cruxxed Up posted:ZANDAR but I just can't. There are no words. Holy poo poo.
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the kawaiiest posted:Speaking of the Gaia threads, remember this girl? Oh Gaia, you never changed. I almost want to go back. Almost. quote:IT IS ZANDAR WITH A Z. NOT AN X. BECAUSE THE LETTER X IS LAME.
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God that Zander story is horrifying. There are people in my classes who have autism in the way that they honestly don't understand human interactions and sometimes mistake people joking around as insulting them...but holy gently caress. that's just a hundred different kinds of creepy.
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CuddleChunks posted:Here's hoping that he eventually dropped out, reevaluated his scummy life and turned over a new, non-greasy leaf. At high school we had Patrick who due to being bipolar and portly was quickly ostracized. He latched onto anime as a massive form of escapism fueled by being an only son to wealthy parents who were more than happy to cash out for his whims. His taste in anime was naturally terrible and disturbing. He redefined pathetic by attempting to commit suicide by leaping off a meter high fence - only to be foiled by being unable to physically get up there. He sort of hinted at times that he was frustrated that his meds kept him in check as he seemed to have a romantic notion that a mental illness equated creativity and I guess he fancied himself a writer. if his blog was still going I'd give examples of his writing - a thesaurus shoved through a grinder and peppered with fantasy. After school he tried to "find himself" and did so by dressing all in black with the additional greasy locks of hair and carrying a well constructed "aristocratic" personality that generally came off as snobbish. He also was "bi" for attention and liked to boast about his forward sexuality when in reality he was rooted in fear with self awareness. I think he has succeeded with relations, but they seem far and few. He had no real sense of attachment to anything and would throw out stacks of perfectly good DnD books, stereos and so on. "Grab what you can find" he told my friend, who spent some time scurrying around the filth of his floor to claim a prize of a massive Magic deck. Later during Uni he managed to get kicked out of the student accommodations - these room were insanely small; think bare minimum motel room - and eventually complaints came fast and thick about the smell emanating from there - so he got kicked while his mates raided the place to save whatever wasn't going to be chucked, again mini fridges, TVs books and so on. Nowadays his life is the DnD group. He's still amply supported by his parents and now has an unexpected little sister that he dotes on in an unsettling manner. Along with the usual horrors of fanfiction, MMOs and ponies and trying to get a job in a game store.
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Horrible Smutbeast posted:God that Zander story is horrifying. There are people in my classes who have autism in the way that they honestly don't understand human interactions and sometimes mistake people joking around as insulting them...but holy gently caress. that's just a hundred different kinds of creepy. Yeah, that's the sort of thing that absolutely merits police involvement. Seriously, I worked as a campus police officer, and if Cruxxed Up were to come to me with that story it would lead to some very serious repercussions. "Zander" would probably be expelled and/or arrested if he didn't stop right away.
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Jan 25, 2012 05:30
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Konstantin posted:Yeah, that's the sort of thing that absolutely merits police involvement. Seriously, I worked as a campus police officer, and if Cruxxed Up were to come to me with that story it would lead to some very serious repercussions. "Zander" would probably be expelled and/or arrested if he didn't stop right away. It's entirely possible that that campus simply didn't give a poo poo. After all, the doors in the dorms didn't have peepholes in them...
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Jan 25, 2012 05:41
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So I just remembered my own horrible nerd story, yet another one in the "ostracizing is evil and wrong" category. When I was in my late teens I had a very nerdy friend who, in and of himself, wasn't a bad guy. Jake was your standard angsty dork and being an angsty dork myself we hung around a lot complaining about basically everything. Besides that he was pretty down to earth and funny so I found myself hanging around him a lot, and through him got introduced to his friends circle. They were the kind of people who took pride in completely lacking social boundaries, and I quickly realized I was horribly uncomfortable being seen with them in public. The thing that made me drop from the group as a whole was when this girl he knew plopped herself in my lap, flipped open her cell phone, and showed me a picture of her crusty purple dildo. That really didn't go over very well. I told Jake that I just wanted to hang out with him, alone, and he told me that while I could totally avoid dildo girl and her posse, to keep his friendship I had to hang out with him and his childhood best friend as a pair. That wasn't a big deal at first--his friend, Chris, was kind of quiet and didn't seem horribly offensive at a glance. That was quickly proven wrong. Within a matter of weeks, I was hanging out at the mall with the two of them and Chris pointed out a girl he thought was really hot. I looked around and didn't see who he was talking about, so I asked. Chris pointed out a girl who couldn't have been older than nine. I remember making up an excuse to leave, I really didn't know how to handle it. It freaked me the gently caress out but I was terrified of conflict at the time, and figured I'd just bring it up with Jake later. I told Jake that I really, really didn't want to hang out with Chris ever again. Jake assured me that Chris was harmless, wouldn't ever actually touch a kid, and it was really okay. I said it wasn't. Jake said that if I wanted to stay his friend, I had to be friends with Chris, pedophilia and all. That really wasn't going to fly and from then on Jake never spoke to me again. In hindsight I really wish I'd told an adult about it, I don't think I could have gone to the cops on that alone, but I just didn't know how to handle it I know this isn't a very funny story, but it's in line with the whole "accept whatever horrible poo poo your fellow nerds do" trend that keeps popping up here.
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The campus police were actually awesome people, you could call for an escort anytime of the day/night and they'd be there within 20ish minutes or so (usually). And per the no peepholes in the door, that was because the school had purchased a historic building to convert to dorms and in keeping with some code they weren't allowed to physically alter the doors. Students were also forbidden to tape anything to them or the window as that also interfered with their "integrity." Anyway,I didn't really realize just how bad things could have gotten until after my transfer and I still get the willies from time to whenever I see someone dressed like he did. I couldn't even really look at The Saddest Rhino's video without shuddering. I'm forever biased against all guys under the age of 70 in fedoras, nevermind trenchcoat-wearers. Looking back, I guess it was maybe some sort of terrible, ironic karma? I mentioned I went to this school for theatre tech -in high school I was a major drama nerd and with that territory came a major obsession with the "Phantom of the Opera" musical. That fandom in of itself is often one big bag of crazy. The majority of the "phans" are all female and too often you hear "Ohh, poor Erik/Phantom! He was so misunderstood! Raoul was such a jerk and ohhhh if only I had a tragic, misunderstood whatever following me around and worshiping the ground I walk on! I would totally love him because obsession=true love." (And this was years before Twilight.) I wasn't quite at that level, but yeah, sure. I'll admit from time to time I wished Christine went off with the Phantom. (Let's not mention the sequel.) I guess it's a "thing" for teenage girls to want mystery and tragic villains to heal with the power of true wuv, and sometimes they never grow out of that. But then a Zandar pops up and you learn that no. No, you do not want the creepy, black-draped "misunderstood" loner to follow you around and "court" you. The other stories only really work because there's a golden-haired hero, jerk or not, to play off of. There's usually no hero in real life and there is a damned good reason that the girl never goes with the So I really want to slap silly all the twits who go on about whatever new tragic stalker is popular, from stupid vampires to stupid deformed guys to anime villains and so on. Real life is nothing like the movies/books/etc.
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Jan 25, 2012 06:15
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Cruxxed, was this at SCAD?
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Cruxxed Up posted:Looking back, I guess it was maybe some sort of terrible, ironic karma? I mentioned I went to this school for theatre tech -in high school I was a major drama nerd and with that territory came a major obsession with the "Phantom of the Opera" musical. That fandom in of itself is often one big bag of crazy. The majority of the "phans" are all female and too often you hear "Ohh, poor Erik/Phantom! He was so misunderstood! Raoul was such a jerk and ohhhh if only I had a tragic, misunderstood whatever following me around and worshiping the ground I walk on! I would totally love him because obsession=true love." (And this was years before Twilight.) As a fan of the original novel, I find this behavior utterly annoying. Erik was a psychopath, a master of torture and an utter sadist. Also the musical removes my favorite character, The Persian. But anyway. The worst example of the love-of-the-misunderstood-villain I've run across, however, was a post on the IMDB some years ago about how terribly misunderstood the main character of "Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer" was. (The post appears to have been rolled off the bottom of the board---the earliest posts up are from `08 and this was before that.) Bleah.
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Jan 25, 2012 07:46
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SexyBlindfold posted:this is pretty glorious. my favourite quote so far: http://encyclopediadramatica.ch/Nickolaus
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Jan 25, 2012 08:27
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So, completely forgot about this guy until reading the Zandar story. It didn't happen to me, but to my friend. I witnessed most of it and holy gently caress was this guy creepy. We're gonna call this guy Robert. I don't remember what his name actually was, but hey, blah blah names changed to protect the innocent. Either way, Robert was this rotund, waddling greaseball of an art major. He was of course an anime fan, but he was pretty hardcore about all kinds of animation as well. We had screenings of movies at my school on a weekly basis and oh drat, if it was animated, Robert would be there in the front loving row loudly spouting every factoid he knew about whatever the gently caress we were watching. Robert kept trying to nudge his way into my circle our friends. I mean, we were pretty drat nerdy. We'd play magic, yu-gi-oh, talk anime and video games, but our big thing was that we'd all play DDR together in the student union arcade. Robert was fascinated. He wasn't fascinated by us, or how good we were. No no no. He was fascinated by Gaby. Every time she played he'd stand uncomfortably close to the machine and just stare. Weeks this would go on before he finally got the nerve to start talking to her. Gaby was nice to everyone, so she indulged and carried conversation with him. You know, to be nice. Well then he started following her around like a puppy, talking to her all the time. Finally, Robert was brave enough to take that magical step of asking Gaby out on a date. I forget the lead-up to the suavest, most lady-killing line ever, but here it is, in all it's panty-moistening glory. "So...you know...Del Taco has this Taco Tuesday where it's 3 tacos for 99 cents. I was wondering if I could treat you to dinner." Well, I don't know how Gaby could turn down such a tantalizing offer, but she did. And we hardly saw Robert again. Taco Tuesday has lived on in infamy since.
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schunoko posted:
Gaby you idiot, you totally chumped on a total dream boat. This thread reminds me of friends of my nerdy friends who are only there because they tolerate their poo poo just so that they're not alone or feel like they don't have 'a lot of' friends.
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Antivehicular posted:I forget the lead-up to the suavest, most lady-killing line ever, but here it is, in all it's panty-moistening glory. I remember when I was a little girl, I used to daydream about being a fairy princess in a tower, and being greeted by a handsome prince in shining armour on a white horse, who would invite me to dinner at a fast-food weekly dollar special.
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