Droughtbringer

JUST STARTED LISTENING TO HAMILTON

OMG THIS IS GOOD

WOWWWWWW

So, guys.

You know, as I drove through my city, my town, my home, on the way to a 10:30 candlelight service at my church, I found myself noticing things I had never taken the time to look around and really see.

All the lights were of, from the post office to the tire place to the (multiple) taphouses. The only bits of luminance I saw were strings on trees, and lampposts, and little twinkle lights someone had put up on the awning of Chef's Pizza ("Home of the Big Chef!"). 

No one walked the rain-drenched sidewalks, no annoyingly loud pickup trucks revved their way past the library. The locally-infamous locally-owned drive-thru fast-food chain had its big red lettering lights turned off for the night, and everything seemed asleep. Not at peace, per se, but definitely asleep.

No "silent night", but pretty damnation quiet, if you ask me. 

It's amazing to me, to think that such a long time away, two-thousand-something years away, regardless of your religious convictions, a baby was born. It didn't matter at that moment what deity you worshipped and why. It didn't matter if that child would grow to be a historical figure, a prophet, or the Godsent Messiah. It just mattered that he was alive. Breathing. Born. 

Now, whether he was born to a holy virgin and a lowly carpenter or a poor Nazarene girl and a woodcarving liar is up for debate, but what isn't is that that baby, that infant, that tiny bundle of joy, of love, of life, changed the world. To some, he would grow up to die for our sins. To some, he foretold even greater things. But to all, he taught people that love is what matters.

I could go on and on. I could spout out the whole schtick about being "slow to anger and quick to forgive", but that's not my style.

Just... try to love, okay?

That's all. Try to love. Everyone.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Yule, Sol Invictus, or whatever you observe.

And hey, you know what the best gift is?

You are alive.

Savor that. Relish in it. You are alive.

Say it aloud. "I am alive." Breathe in, and out again. 

You are alive.

I love you. Good night.

http://onthemarcmedia.com/the-secret-language-of-teens/

*laughing*

http://www.aol.com/article/2016/05/11/parents-beware-kids-are-using-this-secret-emoji-language/21375400/#

*continued laughing*

https://www.verywell.com/the-secret-language-of-teens-100-social-media-acronyms-2609651

*infinite laughing*

I am now going to go pretend to sleep while mysterious lights pass overhead.

Good night, 17th Shard. Good night.

You know, I've been thinking...

This website is truly something special. 

We are total strangers, who would not recognize each other on the street, or in the grocery line.

People who would not spare a passing glance at each other out in the "real world."

We get together on this one little corner of the internet, and we talk. We don't know each other's real names, friends' names, pets' names (except Bruce, all hail the mighty puglord, et c. et c.). All we have to go on are usernames and tiny, 49kb images. 

And on this little website in one little corner of the internet, we have formed a family. And it is the best family on the web. 

Where else can you find a Jewish Aussie anime-obsessed Hamilfan making conversation with a ginger cosplayer from Kansas City who reveres the old Norse Gods about their individual problems? Where else on the net can the queer teen musician from East Tennessee and the pug worshipping loving gay librarian from Louisiana make up stories about evil people with superpowers? 

Nowhere. 

This site is special because you all are special.

Now, it's getting late where I am, so I'll make this short and sweet, then I'm signing off for the night.

Thank you all. For everything. I love you guys, and hope to keep being a part of this site for as long as I can.

That is all.

Good night, 17th Shard. Good night.

When you have more followers now then you did pre-glitch...

just finished SFSITFOH and holy mackerel I loved it

gon draw some threnodites you bet

Leaving for Church Retreat; will be back Sunday. Be safe, guys.

Should I make this my new profile image? Or keep it as weird colorful abstract art?

VACA LOG #1: 

I am currently posting from a low-rate motel in Commerce, Georgia. I feel safe with disclosing this on the internet as, 1. I trust you people and 2. there are about twenty low-rate motels in Commerce, Georgia. 

I am exhausted from the drive. I will talk to you all tomorrow. 

All my love, 

bleeder.

Hey, changed the Ultramarine to Zaffre. Same color, better name.