Runcible Blog

sick mind

I thought it was pretty funny that someone found my blog while doing a search for naked pictures of Gimli. That's right folks, naked pictures of this guy: Think about that for a moment...... I'm sorry, dear visitor, but I have no naked pictures of that hot dwarf. You might want to try this disgusting site though. I don't know if Gimli is there -- I didn't do a thorough search. For embarrassment's sake, the IP address,, points to an Inktomi Traffic Server (a proxy server) in the Oxford, England area. I can imagine someone sitting at their job in Oxford, sipping earl grey, and searching the Internet for naked pictures of a dwarf named Gimli. What is the world coming to?


I can feel my pulse when I grab the skin on my belly. It's so clear, it vibrates my fingertips. Sometimes I think there's a murmur, but I suppose it's nothing. 68 beats per minute. That seems average, normal, medium. I was thinking about medium. I'm a medium kind of guy. I order a medium lemonade and medium fries to go with my plain cheeseburger. I eat medium ham and cheese submarine sandwiches and would choose a medium pizza if such a thing existed. I wear medium pants around my medium waist, and my medium sized shirts compliment my size 10 shoes. I'm wearing black and gray fleece right now -- simple, average, medium. My hair used to be blonde, now it's brown, not black, red, or yellow. In high school, I wasn't "cool" enough for the "cool kids", I wasn't nerdy enough for the nerds, athletic enough for the jocks, introverted enough for the quiet types, extroverted enough for the loud-mouths, unhip enough for the squares, trendy enough for the trendites, conforming enough for the conformists, or radical enough for the extremists. On the track I wasn't fast enough to run with the greyhounds nor was I slow enough to lag behind with the clydesdales. More often than not I occupied some void by myself, watching both groups recede from my vision in opposing directions. And not just on the track. In the past, I would try to conform to one group or another, which would lead only to frustration. I don't belong with those other groups. I belong in this void. Afterall, someone has to cover this space. Someone has to finish 5th out of 10. Someone has to order medium french fries or they'll stop making the cartons. Someone has to stay far enough from the nerds, jocks, and the rest to attempt to explain the whole mess. I may be medium, but I'm not average. Average is something else -- some other group. If you had to stick me on the bell curve, I'd be sitting in that big empty space underneath the hump. There's more room to breathe under here.


I called Jessika earlier today but she didn't answer. She called right back and asked for someone named sean. She thought that someone else had called her....must've been disappointed that it was me... I give up pursuing her. It seems the signs said DO NOT ENTER afterall. *sigh* What now, I ask?

the night isn't even over

I've learned quite a bit about myself and others today. I don't think I can summarize it though. The thing that sticks out is the observation by a few people that I seem uncomfortable in my body. I think I understand, and I know it's gradually becoming less of a problem. Nothing is permanent.

they didn't get it

Adaptation is a pretty good movie. I can't really describe the movie at this hour, but it's very "clever". Some reviewers at IMDB, however, apparently didn't get the irony or anything else. I shouldn't be surprised though. They didn't understand that the final third of the movie was when "Donald" came in to help his brother finish the script, and Charlie picked up the ideas of that writing teacher or whatever he was. It was actually kind of funny. Even the music changed during the ridiculous swamp chase to some typical chase music. It was well done. But apparently it was subtle enough for a lot of the audience to miss the point and think it was just a badly written hollywood ending. Well, that was the point. It's called irony -- look it up. It's too bad that so many people seemed to completely miss the point of the movie. I hope it gets the credit it deserves. Although I would say that it did seem a bit long -- I was expecting the ending to come sooner, but it wasn't an unbearable wait. All in all, I give it a rating of two thumbs up the sphincter!