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[Mantonio]

What happens when you type otherkin into google image search?

Among other things:

http://www.nls.net/mp/syd/pox/otherkin.jpg

http://www.runningwolfpack.com/

http://www.weyr.org/~hespa/ausgather/

No worries - quite safe for work.

[Bozack]

Dude, my work doesn't like it when I use the box-cutter to open a vein in my forearm up.

[Mantonio]

Dude, my work doesn't like it when I use the box-cutter to open a vein in my forearm up.

So if you do that and die, what are they gonna do? Fire you?

[Doc]

So if you do that and die, what are they gonna do? Fire you?

Maybe Bozack's just a considerate kind of guy? Doesn't like to make a big job for people who clean the carpets or some such?

This conversation reminds me of someone on a forum I remember reading... somewhere, totally convinced that he was married to a character in an Anime and was verbally abusing a chick who liked him for trying to come between them.
If you get off on a fantasy all the more power to you, sure you're never going to get with that humanoid unicorn but lets face it I'm not getting near Neve Cambell any time soon so I'm willing to let it go, so long as we all agree its not real.

[pmcd9]

Zart, I gotta ask, since I praised your writing the other day, are you trying extra hard because you think you're being read more carefully now?  All I can say is good job and bravo.  That is a very fine piece of writing.  Not only is it dead on the mark, but written in such a highly entertaining manner I had to re-read it twice.
~Paul

I actually followed the link in Zart's profile and read all about his life as a librarian and found it all amazingly interesting/high-larious. However, this brings up a frightening point- am I stalking him? Given how easy it is to monitor people online, are you stalking someone if you, say, read all of their blog entries? What if they themselves didn't give you the blog address? What if you found it in a profile?

If reading someone's blog is equivalent to stalking, I guess commenting on the quality of the writing is tantamount to rape.

I'm an internet rapist.

~Paul

[arkabee]

the other day, an old friend of mine who i use to work with started telling
me all about the personality test thing and how he was convinced i was
an INTJ and how he waves his hands in the air, now, when he talks and
other habits he apparently either picked up from me or developed naturally as a defense mechanism against All Those Things That Drive Technicians Insane.

so he convinced me i was this INTJ thing, and then i took some of the online tests.  Now, ordinarily i wouldn't ascribe any level of profoundness to determining my entire worldview through 45 questions, and given that i am genetically Irish-Catholic and the son of a Psychologist (Signifigant practice in Substance Abuse and Teenage Bullshit...) i am somewhat (as a crystal meth abusing elephant in the elevator with you is "somewhat" something to be concerned with) leary of Science's Simple FlowCharts of How To Live,
but,
given that it was on the Internet i figured it must be spot on.

So i took the test, and every time i am consistently not an INTJ.  So at least i have consistency.

That being said, there's a bit that he had spoke to me about, and that the Internet whispered into my ear as i lay sleeping that night:

"Does it work?" as a mantra for that personality type.

Morality is important.  But arguing morality as a reason to do something with someone who is, to you, immoral is stupid because: It Will Not Work.

So, i like to break things down into simple "so, how's that working out for you?" moments, because i'm arrogant that way.

You like to wear Fur Coats and have your girlfriend meow?
She meows?
OK, that works for both ya'll.

You like to eat custard pudding until it starts to backflow up your throat while sitting in your diaper and screaming at people online that your, imaginary, girlfriend is an ocelet who devotes 90% of her waking moments to finding worms for you to eat?
really?
So, uh, how's that working out for you chief?

There seems to be a not so subtle difference between telling me that i'm judgemental about you and your wife who love each other and are happy, and telling me i'm judgemental when you are miserable and alone and slowly commiting pudding-cide.

[Mantonio]

If you get off on a fantasy all the more power to you, sure you're never going to get with that humanoid unicorn but lets face it I'm not getting near Neve Cambell any time soon so I'm willing to let it go, so long as we all agree its not real.

Sig!

[Bobby Isosceles]

If you get off on a fantasy all the more power to you, sure you're never going to get with that humanoid unicorn but lets face it I'm not getting near Neve Cambell any time soon so I'm willing to let it go, so long as we all agree its not real.

Sig!

Wait, Neve Campbell is a unicorn? That explains her prissy attitude.

[side_show]

Thank you Onstad for opening the portal to the gaping maw of the internet.

To be honest, I really thought that the employee I referred to was part of a very small group of people, so I'm really disturbed.  

Honestly, if it gets you off, your partner is willing, and it doesn't kill anyone, have at it.  But if your life is so off kilter that you somehow think it's apropriate to tell me (your boss) that you are actually infact a griffen, in a serious and unjoking tone, then you are way, way off the map, as far as I'm concerned.  She had actually revealed this belief to me when I confronted her about the fact she was wearing inapropriate attire - the regular appearance of a T-shirt with a picture of some dragons on it.  (which she corrected me, were not dragons, but some other creatures)  It's an art gallery, we hosted two to three weddings a week.  In this situation, you don't wear a t-shirt, no matter what's on it.  And her defense is that she's actually a griffen?  WTF, People?

She was an all round failure as an employee, she refused to learn the cash register until I forced her to, she followed gallery visitors around less than a foot behind them, butting into their conversations and otherwise annoying people, and her mother would arrive to pick her up over an hour before her shift ended and try to force me to let her leave early.  The manager of the gallery refused to fire her, because she was hired under some government program, and we couldn't replace her, and would lose a large amount of funding.  Since it was a summer job, all the manager (who was at the gallerey for an hour a week tops) would agree to was that she would not be rehired the following year.  

It shortly came to light to one of the other employees that the "friends" she regularly referred to were also not people, but other griffens, giant birds, dragons, etc.    I always wondered if these were all figments of her imagination, or other human partici##### in this strange world.  I really wanted to belive that her friends were all made up, but from what I've seen here, I'm starting to believe that they actually could have been real people.  I'm not sure if this is more, or less disturbing.

[pmcd9]

You were being played.  She obviously knew she couldn't be fired.

~Paul

[side_show]

You were being played.  She obviously knew she couldn't be fired.

~Paul

No, Paul, she wasn't playing me - she was from outerspace.  It's really not possible to explain to you the total lack of social awareness that this girl had without you seeing the blank, non-reactive expression on her face.  She had been home schooled her entire life, this was her first time doing anything outside the home apart from volunteering at a marsh.  She honestly didn't know it wasn't apropriate to wear a T-shirt, just like she didn't know it was inapropriate to tell other people she believed herself to not be humna.  Or her failure to pick up on the fact that you had to give gallery patrons their space.  In fact she didn't understand the concept of personal space at all.  She didn't understand sarcasm or even basic humour.  I would make playful jokes and the other staff would laugh and she would just stare blankly.  She generally lacked all interpersonal skills.  It was sort of scary.

[St_Zartan]

...this was her first time doing anything outside the home apart from volunteering at a marsh.

Perfect. That is a million-dollar detail.

[side_show]

...this was her first time doing anything outside the home apart from volunteering at a marsh.

Perfect. That is a million-dollar detail.

Dude, she was all about the marsh.  Apart from griffens and her allergies to everything edible, this was her main topic of discussion.  And she would correct all the other employees when they talked about animals - they're not animals they're "critters."   Aparently the term animals is demeaning to animals.  Also she would start any sentence off with "My job at the marsh..." which always deeply annoyed me because it wasn't a job, it was volunteering which is so totally not the same thing.   When it comes to the difference between workers and volunteers, I always fall back on the wisdom of my friend and small business owner, who from past experiences, no longer takes on volunteers - he says "you can fire employees, you can't fire volunteers."   So it was "critters" this and "griffens" that, and "I'm allergic to celery" this and "My job at the marsh" that.  

I need to let this anger go, don't I?

[robot_roll_call]

And she would correct all the other employees when they talked about animals - they're not animals they're "critters." Aparently the term animals is demeaning to animals.

Really? It sounds to me like "critters" would be a slur. Angry people at the marsh all holding signs saying "Critters go home!"

But I guess she would know, being a Griffin and all.

[V-Adore]

Dare I ask what precisely she did at the marsh? Did she work with animals critters or what? If so, n'gah.

(Also, are people thinking this should be split? My mod-sense is vaguely buzzing about this being pretty far off-topic, but if nobody has any objections to it staying here, I will likely leave it.)