The Discordant Mind of Reverend Fox

Alrighty. As it stands, my blogging schedule is as follows: Having survived [ in one more post after this ] another Thing-a-Day, I've found myself quite dissatisfied with the schedule for many reasons. [ Random gripe in real-time: Fuck, I'm cold! Been this way since I quit drinking Rockstars. ] Let me break it down by bullet points. Afterward, I have a little bit to say about Wikidot. Shit Sunday was fine because it opened me up to discussing alternative viewpoints. I'm likely going to keep Shit Sundays. Work Rant Monday was the day I called an audible on the most [4/5, this post included] because I really don't  have a lot to complain about at my job that can't be easily resolved. As I mentioned previously, if an issue comes up, I resolve it. I'm not going to keep WRM. Things About Me Tuesday are fine because it helps me open up and experiment with this new-to-me concept of willingly sharing. As uncomfortable as it is, I'm keeping TAMT for cathartic and the...

Man... if I wasn't already on some government watch list for the books I read, movies I watch, and music I listen to, my internet search history would definitely  get me there. Over the last month, I've searched up a lot of unsavory terms. Those terms include: Clinical terminology for: Cause of death related to: Gunshot wound to the head Multiple repeated sharp force trauma to the neck Autocremation Forced extrusion Bodily inversion Asphyxiation due to gelatinous creature who just wanted a hug Injury related to: Falling from a great height Penetrative blunt force trauma to the abdomen Blunt force amputation of the leg Drug-induced coma with intermittent seizures Explosive decompression from sea floor to mesosphere in 1.25 seconds Retinal burn due to sudden overexposure to primary-source radiation Croppy Flopping Illness related to: Inhaling aerosolized parasitic organism Ingesting large quantities of raw brain matter Overdosing on mnestic and amnestic medications Man, writing f...

Sash Part 4: Light February 18th, 1847. It was a bitter, cold morning at the entrance to the Lucky Mine. Clancy, Harold, and Elliot stood on the boulder just inside the hastily-reinforced hole in the hill. The other miners had been granted the day off with pay, and Clancy was offered triple  his daily wage to be present for the initial exploration. He had fully equipped himself before heading to the Delta for a quick meal. "I still don'know why it smells like roses  in here." Elliot mentioned. "Could be somethin' fell in through a natural openin' an' plummeted into the dark below." "I don't know, Elliot. The scent is sweet, but it doesn't carry a bitter note like flesh-rot does." Harold said. "No, this smells like something living." While the two men were discussing the strange scent, Clancy was beginning his descent into this unknown void. Their conversation carried on and was quickly muffled into echoes by the distance. ...

 It's funny. I don't have much to angrily rant about anymore. Like... I used to be able to write pages on things that pissed me off. Now, though... I don't feel like I have the energy any more. Maybe it's age. Maybe it's the fact that I'm learning to let shit go. Maybe I just don't care any more. Either way, I like it this way. I like the fact that I don't have to hold on to anger. Does this mean things don't get under my skin and stay  for a while? Nope. Things constantly do that still. However, I'm able to resolve these things quickly once they surface. My co-worker says something stupid? * shrug * I guess he had a moment of dumb. Someone cuts me off in traffic? * flip bird * What a dick. Oh well. I fall out of my truck and bust my fuckin' tailbone on the blacktop? * confused tirade of expletives * I guess I gotta be more careful and plan on visiting the doc. Dude on YouTube made video #243 about one of my older channels? * happy for him * ...

 Today was mostly boring, so here's a breakdown of how days like this usually go: I woke up a little later than I'd have liked. Missed three of my four alarms which are all set to music that would normally wake me up. Shit, one of which is barely music at all... whatever. Grabbed a 12oz Rockstar out of the fridge and drank about half of it while getting clothes together for my shower. Took shower, warmed up car, grabbed leftovers [homemade coconut Thai shredded chicken on croissants], grabbed my butt-pad [broken coccyx], and off I went. Got to work at around 7:30am which is an hour later than I want to show up, but  I don't actually need to be there until 8am. I just like getting in early to begin processing requests and run reports. Work was stressful the whole way through, so I stopped every so often to walk around. During those little breaks, I read back through an SCP Article draft that I'm in the process of critiquing. This draft is way  out of my word-coun...

Generated Prompt: He will be screaming. ----- PART 2. At the mouth of the Rose Hill Grotto, home of the Goblins of the Rose Hill, stands Mnok, Rez, and Hulfgrath the Human messenger. Rain is falling heavily from the dark, grey sky. Hulfgrath is adorned in simple leather armor but holds no weapons and looks exhausted from the long trek from the Human city of Hintergrimm. Mnok:  Greetings, Human messenger! I am Mnok Stonearse the Enlightened, Chief of the Goblins of the Rose Hill, and this is my advisor and mage, Rez Madbasher the Scholar. What is your name and what business do you have with our clan? Hulfgrath:  My name is Hulfgrath, and I come seeking answers for my home of Hintergrimm. Word has spread that you have laid a curse [ thunder roars from a lightning strike overhead ] upon our land whereby all of our silverware is disappearing slowly. Many families are now reduced to eating with twigs foraged from the local gardens and woodlands, and many more are reduced to eating ...