Krav Maga

Jan. 17th, 2013 11:55 pm
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So today i roped paramour into going to Krav maga with me. I really like it, but I was worried that he might freak out over people trying to hit me. Turns out I had it backwards. I spent the entire time working hard not to be physically sick, because people were trying to hit him. We tried sparring together but I literally could not throw a punch. Kicked the fight out of me for the entire session.

Brr, never again.
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This is one of those: Wow, there are other people out there who have this? moments. A friend linked me to the wikipedia page, and my reaction was a resounding 'fuck you' because there's a photo. That's like heading an article on archnaphobia with a big close up of a spider. Seriously, fuck those guys.

(if anyone can edit that out of wikipedia that would be great because seriously, I don't want to go near that page)

Anyway, apparently this is pretty common so some of you reading this might, like me, be suffering from this. Trypophobia is a violent fear and revulsion of holes. Dried lotus pods are the main offender, but there's also this kind of toad that carries eggs on it's back, and let us never forget (I never will) The Worst Photo on Earth.

No, I am not providing a link, look it up for yourself. I've seen it once and it makes me want to put my eyes out. I can look in a Majdanek gas chamber but one second of shitty photoshop and I want to die.

Basically, look at the photo on the wiki page, if you're a bit unnerved, that's fine. If you're OMG MAKE IT STOP TAKE IT AWAY! join the club and take a badge, you're Trypophobic.

I've had this reaction to weathered rocks, crumpets, and this particularly level of Half-Life 2 where there's these honeycomb things (the main reason I have never played that game, seriously). Hell, even thinking about it has me sipping a glass of Bach's rescue remedy.

Anyone linking photos without appropriate warnings will be banned. I'm not shitting around on this.
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There's a wonderful green belt where I live, an area by the river, all marsh, it's a wonderful place, I walk there just about every day in summer. Now, thanks to the Olympic, those dogfuckers are closing the place off and building a three story basketball court (to be used only by athletes) over about half of it.

Olympics: officially the worst thing to hit the East End since V2s.
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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] obstinatrix at To UK Flisties
Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] de_nugis at To UK Flisties
(Taken most recently from [livejournal.com profile] amber1960, slightly adapted.)

If you're from the UK and you believe in freedom of speech and an uncensored interenet, you really need to sign this petition. There are others floating about, but that particular one is the best way to ensure that your voice gets heard. It's hosted on the directgov website and addresses parliament directly. If it gets more than 100,000 signatures, it becomes eligible for discussion in the House of Commons.

Everyone's been getting so worked up over SOPA -- and rightly so -- that ACTA seems to have slipped under the radar. This is hugely problematic, because ACTA is a similar bill, but it has the potential to be far more damaging than SOPA ever could be.

Some people seem to have this misconception that ACTA is the 'European SOPA', but that simply isn't true. It's a global treaty, and it's already been signed by eight countries, including the US, Japan, New Zealand and Singapore. Europe votes on Thursday. If they vote 'no', the bill will have to be taken back to the drawing board and reformulated, which should buy us some time at the very least.

If you think this doesn't affect you, you're wrong. If ACTA passes, it could well signal the end of the internet as we know it, and that isn't an exaggeration. It's not just about watching movies and television online. If ACTA passes, sites like YouTube, Livejournal, Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and even Google and Wikipedia could become impossible to maintain. ACTA would allow ISPs to monitor your net activity and cut off internet access for your entire household if one person is suspected of breaching copyright. Think Big Brother is Watching. I don't think I need to emphasise just how damaging it can be to be without internet access in this day and age, when we rely so heavily on technology.

It's not only bloggers and fandom that would be affected, either. Small businesses, independent film-makers and unsigned musicians who have previously found their niche online would also suffer hugely, and would be at risk of being bullied into submission by Hollywood and multinational corporations under accusations of copyright infringement. All those artists who found fame by uploading covers of songs to YouTube would never have had the opportunity to do so under ACTA, as those cover versions would be prohibited.

I know the internet has its problems, but to my mind it's the single greatest invention to come out of modern times, and it would be an absolute travesty if we were to lose that now. From a personal point of view, I can't even put into words how important this is to me. I've met some of my closest friends through the internet and online fandom, people whom I would likely never have met without it, and it's given me this amazing social support system. I don't want that to end here, and I want to preserve it for future generations so that they can have the same experience and opportunities I've been given through my online interactions.

I know that opinions on the seriousness of copyright infringement and online piracy vary wildly, but that isn't really the point. Internet giants such as Google are opposed to this bill, and it's pretty safe to say that they're not in favour of copyright infringment, as anyone who's ever had a fanvid taken down from YouTube will be painfully aware. Whatever your stance on copyright, this isn't the way to go about dealing with it. This is dangerous legislation that impeaches on some of our most basic human rights, such as the right to privacy and freedom of speech.

So if you're from the UK, please, please sign the petition. If you hail from elsewhere in the world, there may well be similar movements in your own country, but I think the most effective thing anybody can do right now is to keep talking about this. Talk about it on Livejournal, on Twitter, on Tumblr, on Facebook, and anywhere else you can think of. Make sure this issue is never far from people's minds. The internet is an amazingly powerful tool: let's utilise it while we still have the chance.

Please repost and spread the word :)

SAY NO TO ACTA!

Please consider reposting this, especially if you have a large proportion of UK flisties. And please consider spreading the word via other platforms: Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, your own personal network.

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I don't mean something bad, but something that is so unbearable, so horrific, so unspeakable that it takes you quite some time to be able to coherently articulate the sheer WRONG of it. The thing in question took me a year, and 'coherent' would not be the word I'd use.

Now firstly, you have to know that I hate the very concept of talking food. Anything that personifies food to the point where you can identify with it is sheer unbearable horror to me. I literally cannot stand it, so please don't send me any links. At all. Or get friendsbanned. Seriously, I cannot stand this. I don't know why, but it made me cry as a kid, and makes me crawl against Paramour when I see it now.

The worst thing I ever saw was the murals in the camp kitchens of Sachenhausen concentration camp, which were pretty much exactly that. Verious kinds of personified foods all looking very happy about being eaten, like, carrots smiling while they were being grated, that sort of thing.
Now, beside the fact that this was the very fucking last thing I was expecting to see, and I had slept very badly the night before, this was a concentration camp kitchen and probably had been painted by people starving to death, which added so many now layers of just plain wrong that I all but ran screaming from the room. I've been to about ten concentration camps, but that one? My own personal nightmare moment.

So, what about you friendlist? Any personal nightmare moments you want to share?
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I don't mean something bad, but something that is so unbearable, so horrific, so unspeakable that it takes you quite some time to be able to coherently articulate the sheer WRONG of it. The thing in question took me a year, and 'coherent' would not be the word I'd use.

Now firstly, you have to know that I hate the very concept of talking food. Anything that personifies food to the point where you can identify with it is sheer unbearable horror to me. I literally cannot stand it, so please don't send me any links. At all. Or get friendsbanned. Seriously, I cannot stand this. I don't know why, but it made me cry as a kid, and makes me crawl against Paramour when I see it now.

The worst thing I ever saw was the murals in the camp kitchens of Sachenhausen concentration camp, which were pretty much exactly that. Verious kinds of personified foods all looking very happy about being eaten, like, carrots smiling while they were being grated, that sort of thing.
Now, beside the fact that this was the very fucking last thing I was expecting to see, and I had slept very badly the night before, this was a concentration camp kitchen and probably had been painted by people starving to death, which added so many now layers of just plain wrong that I all but ran screaming from the room. I've been to about ten concentration camps, but that one? My own personal nightmare moment.

So, what about you friendlist? Any personal nightmare moments you want to share?
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THIS )


Definitely turning out to be my song at the moment. Stop beating down my dreams! Stop fucking laughing at my ambitions in the certainty I'll never attain them! Stop mocking me for doing things that have no material reward! And for god's sake uni, get me out of that fuckign class which masquerades as novel writing but should really be titled 'How to Prostitute your Abilities for Money'. I came here to fucking write, not sell. And the constant reminder than I have to work my arse off to sell- WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO SELL YOU DOGFUCKERS! IS IT SO INCOMPREHESIBLE THAT I WANT TO DO THIS FOR NO OTHER REASON THAT I FUCKING WANT TO?

Gods, please, please make it so my characters have physical form, then Mengele and I could go to uni with ten canisters of Zyklon B, two machineguns and a flamethrower and sort this out once and for all. And nothing of value will be lost. I spent an hour and as half today critiquing two girl's efforts at tabliod journalism.
This is how high-school massacres get started I swear. They make you feel that you're useless, you see everyone else bending over for buggery and cannot maintain the least respect for them and finally it just seems like a mercy to put them out of their misery.
Thank the gods for poetry, that's all I can say. No pressure, no pain, just sit down and write me four haikus about the seasons. This is how you do a haiku, now try.

A Year in Water

In spring the snow melts
And our January footprints
Will turn to water.

The Vilinus summer
Flows the water of our steps
Under the high bridge.

The red leaves drift down
To the wine flowing river
Their hands touch like ours.

If it grows colder
And the seas freeze over
I could walk to you.

Peace, goddamn PEACE and fucking quiet for once in this place. No plans, no deadlines, no reminders that you'll probably fail in getting published as a poet because HELLO that's not why people write poetry. Plus, zen poetry is a great way to calm down when confronted by the utter idiocy of everyone around me. It's impossible to be pissed off while writing zen poetry. I tried, this was my result:

Pen cuts the paper
With my killing rage leaving
Torn words on the page

And:

I Ching
Coins flash in the light
I turn to the page and find
That fools run the world.

I'm still very fond of the second, but when I read it to my teacher she thought it was very funny. So much for rage. But it maddens me that all this year the more I've attended this novel writing class the more I've lost interest in AIoM. The fucking class that's meant to help me write is killing any desire for me to do so. It's not the critique (although having my work looked over by people with swiss cheese for brains is more useless than insulting) it's the assumption that it's really all a waste of time. IN THE FUCKING CLASS. BY THE FUCKING TEACHERS. IN THE FUCKING WORKBOOK WHICH I DON'T WANT TO TOUCH OR EVEN GO NEAR.

There are showers for such people.
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THIS )


Definitely turning out to be my song at the moment. Stop beating down my dreams! Stop fucking laughing at my ambitions in the certainty I'll never attain them! Stop mocking me for doing things that have no material reward! And for god's sake uni, get me out of that fuckign class which masquerades as novel writing but should really be titled 'How to Prostitute your Abilities for Money'. I came here to fucking write, not sell. And the constant reminder than I have to work my arse off to sell- WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO SELL YOU DOGFUCKERS! IS IT SO INCOMPREHESIBLE THAT I WANT TO DO THIS FOR NO OTHER REASON THAT I FUCKING WANT TO?

Gods, please, please make it so my characters have physical form, then Mengele and I could go to uni with ten canisters of Zyklon B, two machineguns and a flamethrower and sort this out once and for all. And nothing of value will be lost. I spent an hour and as half today critiquing two girl's efforts at tabliod journalism.
This is how high-school massacres get started I swear. They make you feel that you're useless, you see everyone else bending over for buggery and cannot maintain the least respect for them and finally it just seems like a mercy to put them out of their misery.
Thank the gods for poetry, that's all I can say. No pressure, no pain, just sit down and write me four haikus about the seasons. This is how you do a haiku, now try.

A Year in Water

In spring the snow melts
And our January footprints
Will turn to water.

The Vilinus summer
Flows the water of our steps
Under the high bridge.

The red leaves drift down
To the wine flowing river
Their hands touch like ours.

If it grows colder
And the seas freeze over
I could walk to you.

Peace, goddamn PEACE and fucking quiet for once in this place. No plans, no deadlines, no reminders that you'll probably fail in getting published as a poet because HELLO that's not why people write poetry. Plus, zen poetry is a great way to calm down when confronted by the utter idiocy of everyone around me. It's impossible to be pissed off while writing zen poetry. I tried, this was my result:

Pen cuts the paper
With my killing rage leaving
Torn words on the page

And:

I Ching
Coins flash in the light
I turn to the page and find
That fools run the world.

I'm still very fond of the second, but when I read it to my teacher she thought it was very funny. So much for rage. But it maddens me that all this year the more I've attended this novel writing class the more I've lost interest in AIoM. The fucking class that's meant to help me write is killing any desire for me to do so. It's not the critique (although having my work looked over by people with swiss cheese for brains is more useless than insulting) it's the assumption that it's really all a waste of time. IN THE FUCKING CLASS. BY THE FUCKING TEACHERS. IN THE FUCKING WORKBOOK WHICH I DON'T WANT TO TOUCH OR EVEN GO NEAR.

There are showers for such people.
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If someone asks, I will never again be able to say I have no personal or familial ties to the Holocaust. And not in a remotely good way.

I currently hate the world, everyone in it, and my father most of all for knowing and not telling me.
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If someone asks, I will never again be able to say I have no personal or familial ties to the Holocaust. And not in a remotely good way.

I currently hate the world, everyone in it, and my father most of all for knowing and not telling me.
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 http://ipower.ning.com/netneutrality

Please, please someone please tell me this isn't real. Please. I don't care what it take to prove it wrong, you can have it. I don't want it. Please. Oh God. No. Never. Not going to happen. I don't care if I have to walk into Google with a hundred-pound of explosives strapped to my body. I'd do it. Oh God. Oh God.

The end of the world is indeed coming.

*edit* From My Cold Dead Hands

Wow, I haven't freaked like that since I read the first five pages of Farenheit 451 and ran home to make sure my books were okay. Mind you, this easily a thousand, thousand times worse. Although there is a light on the horizon. If they do this without legal backing, they'll drown in lawsuits and a thousand new, free ISPs will spring up and become overnight trillionaires. If they do try for legal backing, this will be public and the noise will be deafening.
The worst would be if they manage to sneak both through, but if Obama wins and makes good of his promise for net neutrality, that will be very hard. Even then, thousands of pirate ISPs would spring up.

It migth be a hoax, a lot of people believe this, and I hope desperately they're right. If nothing else, it's taught me how highly I value the net: above absolutely anything. I had an hour-long panic attack, literally having to stuff my fist into my mouth to keep from screaming.

Favourite Digg quote: Guys, relax. The internet isn't a dump truck, it's a series of tubes. Everything will be fine.

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 http://ipower.ning.com/netneutrality

Please, please someone please tell me this isn't real. Please. I don't care what it take to prove it wrong, you can have it. I don't want it. Please. Oh God. No. Never. Not going to happen. I don't care if I have to walk into Google with a hundred-pound of explosives strapped to my body. I'd do it. Oh God. Oh God.

The end of the world is indeed coming.

*edit* From My Cold Dead Hands

Wow, I haven't freaked like that since I read the first five pages of Farenheit 451 and ran home to make sure my books were okay. Mind you, this easily a thousand, thousand times worse. Although there is a light on the horizon. If they do this without legal backing, they'll drown in lawsuits and a thousand new, free ISPs will spring up and become overnight trillionaires. If they do try for legal backing, this will be public and the noise will be deafening.
The worst would be if they manage to sneak both through, but if Obama wins and makes good of his promise for net neutrality, that will be very hard. Even then, thousands of pirate ISPs would spring up.

It migth be a hoax, a lot of people believe this, and I hope desperately they're right. If nothing else, it's taught me how highly I value the net: above absolutely anything. I had an hour-long panic attack, literally having to stuff my fist into my mouth to keep from screaming.

Favourite Digg quote: Guys, relax. The internet isn't a dump truck, it's a series of tubes. Everything will be fine.

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