An Evil Plan

A friend from the Pod (which,incidentally, is NOT shutting down) gave this link on the forums, and I loved it so I thought I'd post it too. You all go make an evil plan of your own, ok...

BECAUSE I SAID SO!

Here is mine:

Congratulations on being the creator of a new Evil Plan (tm)!
Your objective is simple: World Domination
Your motive is a little bit more complex: Power

Stage One:

To begin your plan, you must first Seduce a Military General. This will cause the world to sit up and take notice, stunned by your arrival. Who is this Evil Genius? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in Classic Black?

Stage Two:

Next, you will Desecrate the White House. This will cause countless hordes of the Undead to flock to you, begging to do your every bidding. Your name will become synonymous with Fear, as lesser men whisper your name in terror.

Stage Three:

Finally, you will Unleash your Great Supernatural Forces, bringing about Rivers that Run Red with Blood. This will all be done from a Dark Side of the Moon, an excellent choice if we might say. These three deeds will herald the end, and the citizens of this planet will have no choice but to elect you their new god.

Trust us, it'll all come together in the end.

Brutal Honesty

At the risk of stepping on toes and so forth, I'm about to lay out some brutal honesty that hurts me to even write about. This thing has been eating at me for a while, and I need to vent it. And hey, this is supposed to be my space to do just that, right?

So here it is. I feel like I'm in a wasteland of buried hopes here, and I feel like I'm living in that wasteland virtually alone. Granted, there are some people (who I have never even MET in real life) who are consistently around and talk to me) that I am not referring to when I vent this. I've got a wonderful job, I feel like I do something that means something...

...but when I go home at night, there are no phone calls for me. Aside from probably two people, again who I have never really met, I rarely receive IMs. I'm so tired of the fair weather variety, those who are my friend when they haven't anyone else's shoulder to cry on, but who seem to forget me when everything is ok. I mean, sheesh, I think I'm a fairly nice person to know. I might not be the most interesting person, but I'm not an axe murderer last time I checked. I don't have totally bizarre tendencies, I don't bite, and I don't stalk people. So why doesn't anyone talk to me? Am I just that forgettable?

I suppose so. And really, who is going to be around to even read this particular vent? There will be a few of you, I know. But then there are those who have forgotten me enough that they won't even read this. Makes me feel really meaningful. And it hurts, you know? It really, down deep, hurts like hell.

I'm not a social character, and after all this maybe everyone can figure out why. I constantly feel that, if I fell of the face of the earth that, yeah, some people would miss me...

...but not the people I really expected to at one point in my life. I've had enough of loneliness, and I really should do something about that. But first I'd love an answer to my ultimate question:

What is it about me that is so forgettable, that the people that I love and care about seem to not remember me?

The Escape Pod

I am very sad; too sad to really put the accurate words of how I feel right now down. The Escape Pod is slated to close in two weeks, and I'm not ready for it. Granted, I write roleplay there, and to some, you are perhaps thinking that I could just do so elsewhere.

But it's not the same. It could never be the same. You see, in between the posting came some online, but truly geniuine friendships. I wouldn't give up a second of the hours I've spent chatting with you guys: PGhst, Graysith, and all the others who have come and gone, and who are still there.

I'm really hoping that this isn't going to happen. Life has been crappy the past couple of weeks, and I hate to see anything further added to it. The Pod is a valued escape (not a play on words) mechanism.

And I guess I hope my friendship means something to everyone there as well. I hope you all know that I will be IMing to check up on how you are doing regardless of whether the website stays or goes, and I hope you'll do the same. You've kept me sane and listened to my troubles. You've given me a shoulder to cry on and vise versa.

This sort of thing just doesn't happen twice. It's end would leave a definite black hole on the internet.

And now I'm crying. I hope this isn't the end...