Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
It is April 2.

Kindly remove whatever sadistic deathtraps you might have left lying around thinking they were "funny" because no, actually they weren't.

In unrelated news,I have a twisted ankle because someone taped an air horn to the door jam so it went off when I opened a door.
At this point, I'm honestly surprised that one of you hasn't done this already.



Oct. 11th, 2016 11:06 am
xp_artie: (bauble)

Interconnection - visionary projection mapping - the winner of iMapp 2016 from Limelight 3d Projection Mapping on Vimeo.

Bucharest: Still not my favorite city, still not anything other than a shitshow for most of the year but if you have to go spend a month on the other side of the former iron curtain, at least you can get away for a bit, right?

(See also, the three days on the Croatian coast drinking little drinks with umbrellas in Dubrovnik pretending it was summer and also, pretending to be an extra in Game of Thrones.)

Go to Portrugul, they said.

You'll enjoy it, they said.

Take a week off after work and see the sights, they said.

Yeah. They say a lot of things. Assholes.

I haven't been more than five feet from my toilet in days. I think I shat out my liver two days ago.

Send assassains. I need a mercy killing.

xp_artie: (SUITS)

Because I was off doing interesting things.

I'd like to say that I felt like like this about you all, but I'd be lying.

But I did miss some of you.
xp_artie: (SUITS)
Can we all please agree that  frozen yoghurt is evil, where 'evil' means awesome?

I am also increasingly certain that Peppa Pig is actually a carefully designed to tool for brainwashing people. I am in no way influenced by this.
xp_artie: (you are dead to me)
As some of you may have gathered last night, the nice folk at Snow Valley and Ms Walters have tracked down my birth parents.

It turns out that my mother is dead, my father once went by the name of Carl Maddocks. He is abroad and, by all accounts, not a very nice man at all. I'm going to be charitable, I'll say that Annalee really wasn't very good at counting. (It's better than that the crazy psycho's mother complex came out more strongly around younger kids than older ones. Don't think that I haven't considered that as part of the reason she left me here in 2002.)

I can't believe that it's been eleven years. I'm taking some time to clear my head and leaving in the morning. I'll be in touch, or not, as the case may be.
xp_artie: (standing at laptop)
staying on Marie-Ange's couch tonight if I'm missed in the Xavier's Mutantarium census this evening. Had some interesting news.

unlikely to get stabbed in the head again. hoorah.
xp_artie: (Default)
This is kind of cool but let's face it - there's three projectors and the camera means that it's feeding into a single POV so they don't have to really think about the perspective and angles and you can still see the corners of the room and the light patterns on the guy's body.

So, pretty cool but face it, I could do better.

Fuck concerts. Fuck the Purifiers. Fuck those assholes who ruin everything for us over and over again.

Sometimes it seems like the best damn option would be to just give up on doing the right thing by humans and just take them for everything they're worth instead, since it's less than they'd do to us if they got a chance.

Thanks for saving us again, Fred. 'preciate it.
xp_artie: (Default)
We're on the roof.

Rocks are gonna fall. Should be cool. Come join us. I've got peanut butter m&ms and kettle chips.
xp_artie: (Default)
Going out for a few hours. Have phone. Won't do anything stupid. Don't worry.


Apr. 4th, 2012 11:38 pm
xp_artie: (weep)
So, how do you stop people from thinking you're flirting with them when you're really not?

Enquiring minds that are currently hiding from and angry tourist from like, South Dakota would really like to know.

Posted via m.livejournal.com.

xp_artie: (moping in grey)
So. 18.

I don't know if I wish you could have been there to see it, Annalee, or glad you weren't, you crazy sewer dwelling psycho.


Nov. 27th, 2011 01:19 pm
xp_artie: (Default)
Is there any of that deep fried turkey Wade was going on about left? Or pie? I like pie and you know, since I was all busy on Thanksgiving proper...
xp_artie: (unbearded brooding)
(Because, let's face it. It's faster and easier to ask here than it is to ask anyone around here in person except for Doug and maaaaybe Mr Haller.)

Say I wanted to find someone from, I don't know, sixteen and a half or seventeen years ago? I don't know their name. I don't know what they looked like or anything else, other than that they were female and weren't a Morlock.

So, how do I find them? Check and see if anyone thought about lodging a missing person's report or birth certificate about a mutant baby with a fucked up tongue? (How the hell do you get at those, anyway? Do you need, like, a warrant from the police?) Or would social services know? Hell, can I get at social services to find out? I mean, the records are less than 18 years old and that suggests that they'd be locked up on account of probably belonging to a minor.

Will have to use my powers to disguise myself as a freaking New York City social worker lady to get in and use their computers and shit to find out about this stuff? Because I don't really want to disguise myself as a New York City social worker lady.

And, for those of you wondering, Annalee's had her hearing. She's in a mental hospital now on account of being too crazy for a trial and they're hoping she won't remember to brainwash people into letting her go right now. Some of the old Morlocks who are around from ...before, they're real shook up about it but they're too scared of upworlders coming back down the tunnels to try and do anything about it, either.
xp_artie: (unbearded brooding)
i hate you. i hate all of you right now. especially you, kurt and mr garrison since you arrested my mother, you bastards.

and, yes, i already knew she was crazy. i was just trying to look after her. make sure she was safe and not eating dumpster food (because, ugh, that got old when i was like five) and maybe even seeing someone about that damn cough.

and i hate you, too, kyle the dog boy. you could have let me go. not like i'd ever get hurt down there or anything. i know my way around the tunnels better than you do. i'll fucking bite you even harder next time you jump on me like that.

you've made it all clear that i'm not allowed to make my own choices. fine. whatever. you're all assholes. i'm out of here the day i turn 18. and you won't be able to stop me.

screw you all.


Jun. 11th, 2011 08:27 am
xp_artie: (yeah and?)
Phone to journals

Almost slept through the bus call for the New Mutants to go into town and help out on Angels' Clinic working bee.

Need coffee IV stat. nrgh.
xp_artie: (Default)
Oh my god.

Some people need to understand that you tell them to shut up, you mean shut up, go away and play with the live rail on a train line or hopscotch on a freaking freeway or something.



xp_artie: (Default)
Artie Maddicks

April 2017



RSS Atom

Style Credit

Page generated Sep. 22nd, 2017 02:25 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios