The Discordant Mind of Reverend Fox

.. S FOR READING! THANKS FOR READING! THANK .. Well, guys... I did it. I successfully completed my first Thing-a-Day in over a decade! I don't know what drove me to actually  do it, but damn, I'm glad I did for a few reasons: It shows me that I still have the ability to complete tasks that I set my mind to. It shows that I still have the skill to keep writing. It broke the shit out of my writer's block! I began Sash  and wrote an interesting short story about goblins. It showed me, in no uncertain terms, why I absolutely hate  BlogSpot and the Blogger service. Consequently, I'm done with BlogSpot and am leaving it with a middle finger held high. Wikidot is where I belong... and to prove it, I've already created my new blogsite! I used bits and pieces from my other project sites, made some massive overhauls, and am still kinda working on figuring out how to get rid of the fucking sidebar... but hey, it's //home//. On top of that, it's much less resource-heavy...

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 ...

I took a photo of myself today while waiting to get my ass X-ray'd. It didn't happen, by the way, they touched my butt a bunch of times and determined [rather painfully for me] that I'd fractured my coccyx, nothing more. The photo was supposed to be for Kristi to see my new haircut /and/ to show her how absolutely thrilled  I was to be shuffled around from waiting room to waiting room. Here's that photo: Fuckin' thrilled... I hadn't realized until now just how old  I'm starting to look! Not last year, I was thinking about how it would be awesome to get some grey in my ghotee... now look at it. Grey. Fantastic. As a comparison, here are some photos of me from 2012: This was going to be the cover of my poetry book. The greenish hue was the light reflecting off the grass just beyond that wall. Someone's gonna recognize that shirt, though, and I want to thank you for all the years of use and abuse that shirt gave. Look how old  I looked then, too! It must ha...

Here are some categorized lists about me in no particular ranking or order. 1. Some things I don't believe in: numerology homeopathic medicine the supernatural the spiritual deities eternity flat-earth pink Legos 2. Some things I do  believe in: chaos theory human nature psychology the will to survive the will to power the mind's ability to perceive patterns fight-or-flight nurture over nature nature over nurture extraterrestrial and inter-dimensional beings beans, fiber, and a healthy diet cause horrid flatulence the power of delusion on a large scale the ability of some to manipulate that delusion the wealth gained by shitty so-called 'leaders' 3. Some of my favorite bands: Celldweller Circle of Dust Blue Stahli Slipknot Nine Inch Nails Steam Powered Giraffe Abney Park Gontier-era Three Days' Grace Filter 4. Some of my favorite foods: Pepperoni, sausage, and olive pizza with garlic sauce Cajun food Sushi Ramen White, steamed rice with a little dab of soy sauce Tof...

There's not much to say. I kept an eye on the developing story regarding the shootings in Los Angeles, CA today. Which ones, you ask? HA! That's a good point! That part actually doesn't matter to the context of my rant. What does , is the fact that the politicians went on politicing during the press conference about the shooting! Shut the fuck up about teachers, transit funding, and diversity when lives have been lost in such a tragic manner! Your politics has nothing to do with the shooter, the victims, or the fact that the victims were celebrating Chinese Lunar New Year!  But, this just goes to prove an old belief of mine -- politicians don't care.  However, when I was discussing this issue with some friends of mine, they  brought politics into it as well! My liberal friend said, "That's what happens when white supremacists are bolstered by - bla bla bla." When I told him that the shooter was a 70-something year old Asian man, he said, "Yeah, well y...

Sash Part 3: Dark February 16th, 1847. Clancy had returned to the Lucky Mine with Dr. Parrish and Elliot Lee Sash in tow. Harold Crimson, however, was nowhere to be found, but the hole that Clancy punched into the soft, pale stone had crumbled open due to the pressure from the air rushing through it. "Roses, indeed," Dr. Parrish commented. "I thought you may have spoken metaphorically, but it seems that I'm smelling  roses.  How utterly odd!" "Smell's foul," Elliot Sash interjected curtly. "Like the scent rising from a dry well three weeks after a coyote has fallen in." Ignoring this banter, Clancy examined the opening more closely. It was about large enough to shimmy through, but not much more, and there was a small scrap of blue denim hanging limply from a jagged point in the rock. He must have gone in , Clancy thought, and without a second thought, Clancy dropped his all of his gear except for the Sash candlestick and three of the acco...

 Okay, so I didn't have time to write the second part of the Goblins story today... again. Here's why. I decided to go get my tailbone looked at by a doctor. He poked and prodded then recommended I come back on Tuesday when the imaging tech will be back. You'd think a clinic like that would make sure to schedule their people a little better. Yeah, I'm bitter. After that, I decided to call my dentist and ask for more antibiotics due to the newly-acquired infection in my facehole. "Sorry, we can't do anything but recommend that you continue to take your regular dosage of ibuprofen and swish with salt at least four times daily, but  we did find a cancellation! Will you be available Monday morning to see your dental surgeon?" With the face-pain and swelling, I didn't feel like being sarcastic to the nice lady. After that , more work shit. At least date night was fun! We went to Steamboat Hot Springs. I got my second-favorite room, the Blue room! My favorit...

 Good gods , today was worse than yesterday! Late to work - I was supposed to arrive at 7AM, rolled in at 7:10. However, it was for a conference call, and I have the software on my phone, so I had it covered! Bad news at work - When life hoofs you in the crotch, it uses the sharp side of the hoof. My job is secure, but damn , things are going a little sideways right now. Can't talk about the details, though. More pain in more places - Teeth, butt, and lower back. Now, right knee is locking up. Lovely. Immediately jumped on other projects when off the clock - Things have to get done. Previously scheduled engagements and all. Just life in general - Fuck me, I wish I was still a smoker. Things would be a little easier.

 Today was simply a day from hell. From the tailbone pain increasing to the tooth infection returning. From waking up tired [constantly lately] to running my ass off at work trying to finalize these upcoming projects. Yeah, it definitely was a day , so I'm going to just cheap out and copy the reasoning behind nuking my old blog: ----- BLOG TERMINATED Honestly, this project started out with the best of intentions, being a real-world experiment for students in an Ethics class that I was the Teacher's Aide for. My role as TA lasted several years, far beyond the expiration date of this blog, but I persisted in the interest of having a place I could write in an intentionally and hyperbolically inflammatory manner. It was fun in the beginning, but damn, was it fucking toxic. Worse still, the toxicity of this project followed me around and kinda kicked me in the ass in multiple ways. What I've learned since killing this project is simple. Authenticity provides better catharsis tha...

What is the oddest form of entertainment you enjoy? What an odd-ass question, but alright. I appreciate your question, [REDACTED]! ----- I enjoy slam poetry, beat poetry, and artistic spoken word. Not... like a person simply standing there reciting  poetry with perfect rhythms and rhyming doublets. I mean the kind of poetry that slaps you in the face with jarringly precise beats. The rising and falling cadence and speed, the mood it invokes, and the difficult topics presented. Now, do I discount milquetoast beatnik poetry? Hells no! In fact, there's an old video floating around of me doing a bit of beatnik. Here, I'll show you! Thanks, me... I hate it! Anyway, the kind of shit I enjoy flows like Slipknot's lyrics and goes as smooth as sandpaper. Henry Rollins is a good example: Does it rhyme? Know. Does it have a beat? Yes. You won't notice it until you feel  it.

Reverend Mode - Activate WARNING - Stream of consciousness at the end, just typed out as it came. Want to know how my negative thoughts work? Here's your chance to O B S E R V E. Think about a splinter in the heel of a lumberjack. That splinter, goes mostly unnoticed at first and slowly infects the flesh around it. Pretty soon, the splinter will create a small abscess and make itself known by the pain of the localized infection. It has to be realized and extracted before the infection spreads, otherwise the results could, sadly, be fatal. Yes, I've seen a splinter kill a man in this exact way. Uncertainty spreads in a similar fashion. Small and unnoticed at first - an inkling of indecisiveness here, a speck of self-doubt there, a cloud of confusion every so often. These are things that we deal with constantly! There's no way  this is a big issue, right? There couldn't be a splinter in my thought processes, nooo no. The sliver of uncertainty gets hidden under the delusio...

Honestly, I just don't have the energy to rant about anything in the news today, so I'll just rant. Things haven't been going so well for me lately, but I've been keeping my 2023 plan on-track! I've been religiously taking my vitamins, eating less [and healthier], drinking fewer Rockstars, using less nicotine, figuring out what hobbies I can excise, and obviously getting back into writing! These are great steps forward, and we're only fifteen days into the year, but damn , if 2023 hasn't been fighting me tooth and nail to get back into my rut! Just before the turn of the year, I get the tooth infection. Thankfully, I go see the surgeon in ten days for a consultation. Last week, I fell flat out of my truck so hard it may have fractured my tailbone. Jury's still out on whether it's a fracture or just a really bad bone bruise, and I refuse to see a doc for it because they'll just tell me to sit on a donut and eat ibuprofen. Thanks, doc... I got it. ...

Sash Part 2: Lucky February 15th, 1847. The sun was high, the sky was clear, and the light was reflecting brightly off the snow covering the walls of the canyon. It had been a week since Clancy Noyes was contracted to work on this new claim being prospected by Mr. Harold Crimson. Seven days of back-breaking work digging into the frozen Nevada dirt. Clancy didn't mind it one bit. He'd been raised to do exactly this kind of work! The only thing that bothered him was a sinking feeling that this prospect might not yield any results. The noon-time bell of the large church rang out, and everyone but Clancy broke for a meal. See, Clancy had proven to be the hardest worker of them all, and this was noticed by Mr. Crimson and Dr. Parrish as indicated by him already receiving a raise of thirty cents on his daily wage. While the other nine miners relaxed in the bright, cold Nevada air, Clancy was swinging his pick to break the ground up for the rest. With each swing of the pick, the groun...

~*!! HYPERBOLE INCOMING !!*~ THE FOLLOWING IS AN INTENTIONALLY HYPERBOLIC REPRESENTATION OF MY FEELINGS TOWARD PEOPLE WHO HAVE TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF THE OPTION TO WORK FROM HOME. TAKE IT WITH A GRAIN OF SALT. Working from home has been both a blessing and a curse. Trust me when I tell you that some people can handle it without issue [a few can even be more productive ], but most people will simply take advantage of the fact that they can work at their own pace in the comfort of their own homes. Personally, I fall in the former category! When working from home, I realized I can make more phone calls because I don't have to wait for anyone else in the office to finish their  phone calls, check e-mails and do other online functions faster due to our superior internet at home, and be able to concentrate more easily because I can put my own music on and not have to worry about it bothering anyone else. The latter category are just lazy fucking people who think they don't have to work a...

Phew, today was so damned busy, I almost didn't make it! Honestly, I'm going to share a video [and its associated song] from one of my biggest influences, ScaryDAve of the ChurchOfDAve. It's pretty self-explanatory. Enjoy!

Generated Prompt: The Goblins were behind the curse. ----- PART 1. Mnok, Tromd, Nat, and Rez, Goblins of the Rose Hill, are seated around a fire in the main cavern of the Rose Hill Grotto. Nearby, a stick-and-twine cage holds five giant rats. Far in one corner of this cavern, there is a Goblin Alchemist hard at work creating potions of fire-breathing. Mnok Stonearse the Enlightened:  "The Goblins were behind the curse." That's a rich headline coming from them damned Humans! Tromd Boneshade the Unusual:  Uh, what is 'curse', Mnok? Nat Dreadbasher the Drunk:  It when Human put Dwarven cheese in Elven wine, ha ha! Rez Madbasher the Scholar:  Tromd, a 'curse' is when one who has extra-natural powers makes something happen according to some [ Nat Dreadbasher lets out a cavern-shaking belch which causes the caged rats to panic and squeak loudly ] sort of circumstance. Tromd:  Oh! So when Nat drink blue drink, he fart blue cloud. When Nat drink green drink, he be...

I have a scar on the center of my left butt cheek. How's that for a zinger of an opening line? ----- In second grade, I was a bit of a quiet spaz. As mentioned, I didn't get along with alot of the little bastards at my elementary school, but every once in a great while, I'd do something to get their attention... just to let them know, "Hahaaa, I'm still here, and you can't win!" The first-through-fifth grade teacher was a kind soul [who looked the other way when a different  kid was being harassed and bullied, but what-fuckin'-ever , am I right], and I don't blame her for her shortcomings at all. However, in second grade, I thought that I had  to get her attention so she'd take my claims of being bullied seriously... so I sat on her book bag. As soon as I did, I remember feeling like something poked me, like I sat on an upturned marker or something... boy was I wrong!  I stood up, and one of the kids in the front row yelled, "Chris, you ha...

Yep, I'm calling an audible today . Believe me, I have no end  of work shit I could rant about, and I have five Mondays this month to air some of that. So today, let me tell you about the strange dream I had last night. For anyone whose known me for a long time, you'll know that I started writing a story called The Blue Door  back in my late teen-aged years. I have a feeling this dream might be connected to it somehow. ----- It's a warm, overcast summer's night in Whatevertown, USA [oddly, not a Fallon dream], and I'm part of the renovation crew hired to update the local Michael's Craft Store. We were already on our second week by this point. The building this particular store was in was technically a duplex -- it shared its north wall with the south wall of something like a Macy's. On my crew, there were thirteen of us. Most were labor contractors, two were inventory specialists, and I was the tech guy. The labor team had three shelving units left to tear d...

Eugh, I hate looking at the news. It's so divisive on both sides that the narrative has run itself completely sideways. One story in particular that's been making its rounds is that the VA of Canada recommended MAID to a veteran who needs a chairlift installed in her home. The American news media is running with this ball and representing everything  but the godsdamned truth of the matter. The conservative news outlets are condemning Canada's leftist socialist policy of death  instead of actually caring for people. The liberal news outlets are praising Canada's willingness and progressivism in fully engaging in End-of-Life assistance. Both are fucking stupid. Truth of the matter is that yes , a representative for the Veterans' Affairs of Canada recommended assisted suicide to this disabled veteran. However, this representative was going rogue and going against the actual policies and procedures of the VA of Canada. The rep has been reprimanded and subsequently shit-...

Sash Part 1: The Candlestick February 8th, 1847. It was a bleak, grey winter's morning in Virginia City, Nevada. Antique Miner's Candlestick made from forged wrought iron. Clancy Noyes laid awake all night. He was giddy with excitement over the opportunity to work with one of the few men he looked up to, Mr. Harold Crimson -- one of the most renowned prospectors to ever set a claim in the Comstock! He was so excited, in fact, that he spent the last of his wages from the previous month on a new candlestick! What struck Clancy as odd about the candlestick is that the blacksmith who forged this item said that only the cobalt blue Sash Candles would be able to light the way. With a little extra jingle in his pockets, he purchased seventeen Sash Candles at eleven cents a piece, a steep  price, but for a candlestick that cost about four dollars, might as well, right? See, Clancy's wages had been higher since the previous claim he worked was producing higher quantities of gold tha...

 Oh, boy... here we go. Welcome to Fuckit Fridays! These posts are where I rant, completely uncensored in my old RevRant style, about things that I maybe... shouldn't ? Essentially, these topics may land me in some hot water. However, BE WARNED!  These topics are presented hyperbolically . They may represent my opinions in one form or another, but never to the absolute extent you'll read in these entries. Let me repeat myself for absolute transparency -- These rants are meant to be hyperbolic! With that said, let's do this. ----- <- I'm using a 5-dash to separate sections from here on because the horizontal line function on this theme is completely un customizable and just disappears into the red background. ----- Here's the thing, I don't feel particularly ranty today, so there's nothing really on-deck for this. I apologize for the lack of a rant here. Just not feeling 100% today, it's weird.

Welcome to Throwback Thursdays! In these entries, you can expect to read bits of old blogs and journals or even old YouTube [or MySpace] videos that I've done throughout the years!  Here's a snippet from my personal blog back in 2010... Be warned, though, it's a little cringey, but the message is a positive one. Situations. There comes a time in a person’s life where a completely positive and uplifting thing (be it a situation, thought, person, material item, or whatnot) comes with some sort of negative connotation. Something that is as beautiful as a rose, pardon the cliché example, has thorns that ache for blood. When these times come, or these things happen, you’re so wrapped up in the beauty of the situation that you’re taken completely off-guard by it. The question is not how to avoid these things. These situations may rarely be avoidable. No, my friend, the question is indeed how to manage them. Coping with these times, if you’re not prepared, can be devastating. On t...

Welcome to Writer's Wednesday. In these entries, I generate a writing prompt from Seventh Sanctum , quickly write a short story based on that prompt, and post it without critique or going back for revisions [other than to correct SPaG]. These will likely feel  rushed and a little cheesy, but... whatever! GENERATED PROMPT: I've got my evil statues - now I'm ready. And here we go: "I've got my evil statues," he said to himself in the mirror while adjusting his red, silken tie. "Now I'm ready." Jim smoothed out his tie and put his glasses on. They were fake glasses that only looked  like prescription glasses, but they boosted his confidence. Today, however, the usual boost he received from the glasses paled in comparison as he turned to look at his newest acquisition -- two large, marble statues which very closely resembled the  Antikythera Youth , but he had them dressed in blue Easter Bunny costumes. Jim grinned maniacally as he attempted to predi...

 I've never been all that open about myself to others, especially people I don't know, and this is something that's been a thing in my life for a very long time. At some point during my adult life, however, this started breaking down, and certain people found out certain things about me. At this point, so many people know a few things about me that I've completely lost track of who knows what. With the fact that I'm on this newly-set path of self-actualization, I'm throwing that to the wind and throwing myself full-send into opening myself up!

I've had a lot of interesting jobs since I was 17. From hospitality and food-service to being an executive's driver and bodyguard. I've worked in hotels, banks, slaughterhouses, fulfillment centers, casinos, brothels, and state offices. At one time, I had a job that saw me commuting all over  Nevada from Fallon [home at the time], to places like Lone Pine, Jackpot, Rachel, Elko, Las Vegas, and even Bishop, CA! I'd have to say, though, that my most interesting job  had  to be when I was a security guard. One night, I was on-site patrol for a construction site in West Reno, and the next, I was in Hawthorne as a Gate Guard for a music festival! There was one post that I'll never forget, though. It was central Reno at the public transportation hub. Nice little place on 4th and Lake if you're interested in looking it up or going there! However, I was posted there in the middle of winter, and the local homeless population at the time were a lot more aggressive than th...

 Hey, screw it. New Year, New Fox. I'll start the year by doing a Thing-a-Day! TaDs aren't exactly my strong suit, but I have a feeling that this year might be the right time to try again! So, this is #1! Starting out on Shit Sunday! Lately, the news has been an irritating mishmash of political duality that I just find... unnerving. Shit, I can't even say that it surprises me how divisive the whole of news media has become, and I am starting to wonder if I can even trust the independent and "direct-wire" sources that I tend to go to for unbiased reporting. It's like biases are running as rampant as rabbits in a meadow. It is what it is, though.