The Grax Domain

30 Mar 2006 Tuberculosis - A being of pure evil

I guess you could say that this was more of a nightmare rather than a dream, but I wasn't really that scared in it. Also I'm writing this from the notes I wrote when I woke up, so some of the details might be a little hazy.

In this dream I had there was a lady in it, she was a particularly large lady. She also had Tuberculosis (TB). But in my dream Tuberculosis is not a lung infection; Tuberculosis is this sinister foetus/baby thing that was growing inside of her womb. It was ugly, kinda like that foetus-thing in the movie Total Recall or that baby-thing in one of the Nightmare on Elm Street movies. And it was evil. Not just any old evil.

It was pure evil. It was Evil Incarnate.

I cannot stress that point enough.

Such an evil thing could not be allowed to be born and live so me and a friend (whom I can't remember) knew we had to travel to the one place where the evil baby could be destroyed. So we set off to this place. However we came up against resistance from people, probably people who were under control of the evil TB. In one instance I can remember I was in this large field, there was some sort of festival going on. At this festival there was an attractive woman. This woman and I decided that it would be a good idea and fun if we both did a strip tease in front of everyone, so we did. The attractive woman was getting money and tips, whilst I was getting stoned. The unimpressed ruely mob threw stones at me! The stones being thrown at me grew larger and larger until they were big rocks that I was dodging. I knew that the attractive woman would get hurt by the stoning, so I grabbed her and we made our escape.

At this time a new character made herself known in this little story. She was real thin, dark long hair, glasses; basically she was attractive but geeky looking. She was send by the evil TB to kill the people trying to stop TB from being born, namely me. Her weapon of choice was a bow and arrow that, initially, she fired the arrows back to front (i.e the pointy bit was on the string as she pulled back and fired) then fired normally. It was a bit of a Cat and Mouse game with her chasing after us, but eventually I managed to snap her bow and arrow, and then beat the living crap out of her and defeated her. Myself and my friend then continued on our quest to destroy the Evil TB.

We were about a day away from reaching the only place that could destroy the Evil TB foetus and we camped out for the night. During the night I got into contact with the foetus whilst everyone was sleeping. It taunted me and revealed that in fact it wanted us to reach the destination and it would become more powerful (or something like that). At this point I realised that what we were about to do was the wrong way of destroying the Evil Entity and I had to stop us somehow.

Meanwhile the Evil TB was making plans for its arrival into the world. It has essentially taken over the body functions of the fat woman it was growing in and it also had a male servant with it, much like the nanny/servant in the movie The Omen. It was in a hospital and it was going to be released through a caesarean. None of the doctors or nurses knew the Evil that was growing within the large lady.

In a slight change of scenery I am now at work, in a dimly lit room and a round table in the center of it, littered with posters, brochures and whatnot. All the main departments were around this table, including my department. The focus of the meeting was about this new advertising campaign we're about to launch, which featured a somewhat saucy picture of Louise Griffin from the Family Guy wearing nothing but a kitchen apron. I was strongly arguing that we can possibly launch this campaign because it was what the Evil TB wanted. If it was launched then its evil would spread throughout the land. One of my co-workers agreed with me and backed me up, although I could see an element of doubt in his face. Everyone else was shouting at me saying that it was a stupid claim and the big boss said that the campaign was going to go ahead no matter what.

Then something happen but I can't remember any of the details at this point. Basically we somehow managed to defeat the Evil TB and trapped its essence in a single A5 sheet of paper. It was a brochure for something and it had a blue design to it. I looked at it, then threw it in a recycle bin. But then I realised the mistake I made; the Evil TB would be able to spread if it got recycled. So I had to fish out the A5 paper I threw away.

It was at this point we returned to the fat lady. She has woken up from surgery and a doctor and nurse are surrounding her. "Congratulations" they said, "the delivery was a complete success". The fat lady starts to get a little distressed. "What are you talking about? I don't remember anything for the past week." It was then she realises what's happened. The Evil TB foetus that was growing inside her was now gone and was loose in the world. At this point the fat lady goes ballistic and the doctor and nurse had to restrain her as 'she had gone crazy'.

Yes the Evil TB baby was now born and it was now in a bluer, more powerful form. We had no choice but to hunt it down a kill it. Somehow I had the idea that the baby could be killed by squirting household bleach on it. The really strong kind. So armed with a bottle of bleach me and a few others managed to track the Evil Tb into a dark old house in the basement. It was all dark and dirty, like in Silent Hill. Suddenly my account manager from work barged in with a weapon and attempted to kill us. It was clear that he was under the influence of the Evil TB. In self-defence I squirted him with the bleach and he was blinded. But still he attacked with a raging fury, but missed as he was blinded.

Then I woke up in real life and got ready for work.

I haven't bothered to analyse this dream because I think I can boil it down to stress at work. If you want I can come up with some sort of interpretation of the dream.

17 Mar 2006 When Christians go mad

I was looking through the web and I happen to come across this video footage from Trading Spouse. I was stunned:

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5464505634137914176

I find it amazing and disturbing that there are these kinds of people out there that call themselves 'Christians'. She's so narrow minded and angry and she has a massive gap in her teeth.

Now I know for a fact that not all Christians are like this woman, they're all friendly guys and gals who are willing to listen to what others say without going ape-shit. But this woman...*shakes head*

Man, I hate to be all those people that are dork-sided.

12 Mar 2006 The day I stop biting my nails

... Or at least try and stop biting my nails.

I went out to a birthday bash shin-dig thingy at a nightclub the other night. It was all fun and the birthday girl got a giant rubber duck for a present. Anyway we all ended up in a friends night and I had the pleasure of talking to this girl all night whilst everyone else had passed out. Well she did nearly all the talking whilst I sat and listened. She was fascinating because she seemed to have experienced and done so much in her life and yet she's only as old as I am.

Anyway we got to chatting and I started to bite my nails out of habit. She lightly slapped my wrist and told me not to do it. Then she told me three reasons why not to do it:

1. Biting your nails is a sign of nerves and lack of confidence, which is unattractive to women.
2. Biting your nails is a sign of you not caring about your health. And what woman will want to let you put those fingers inside her?
3. There's all sorts of bacteria under your fingernails. Imagine putting that into your body.

It was at this point it clicked into place. I hear this kind of advice a lot and ignore it as most people do. But it was one of those moments where the right person says the right thing in the right way at the right time. It meant something and it stuck. (I like those kinds of moments, it's what makes people better themselves). It would greatly benefit me if I stop biting my nails.

So I promise to stop biting my nails from now on and have them trimmed in other ways. If I'm caught biting my nails I give permission for people around me to give me a little slap to stop me doing it.

I wonder how well I'm going to keep this promise now that I've written it down.

12 Mar 2006 Depressing thought #1

I think that a person reaches a low in his life when he's desperate enough to pay for cuddles and affection. That is to say, he longs for affection so much, the kind that can only really be provided by somebody that you truly deeply love, that he is willing to pay somebody to provide it. This is not the same as paying for sex. I'm talking about paying someone just so that you can hug them and they will stay with you for the night and allow you to hold them in your arms. That kind of raw feeling. The trouble is, this kind of show of affection is fake, the other person doesn't actually feel the same way as our person in desperation. So it's not the same.

It is a sad day if a person doesn't experience that kind of love. But it's even worse for someone who has and loses it. And is so desperate to get it back.

One reason that makes this depressing is that this is a really selfish thought.

7 Mar 2006 Those damn web robots!

What the fudge?? Ah crap. Those damn automated spammer are getting my sites all gunked up! It's affecting the comments, the Art of Grax, even the 8 Ball's been affected! I was hoping it would only be the Guestbook that would be affected. Bah, I'm gonna have to stick on that image security code thingy on each of the forms. I'm sorry, but it the only immediate solution that I can think of that will allow me to filter out all the crap with the minimal of effort. I'm lazy, I can't be arse to delete stuff every day.

1 Mar 2006 Been slacking...

Whoops. Is that the time already? I got a little distracted, what with it being Valentines month and me without a person to seduce and spoil and pamper and such (I'm available weeknights and weekends by the way) and being caught in a game I recently got; Second Life (I'll tell you about it later). And I forgot it was the Grax Domain's birthday again! I'll do something for this for you little site, I promise! But I had an interesting experience over the weekend. Lots of swear words. I've written it out as a seperate entry.

1 Mar 2006 The night of the mini-chavs

It was a Saturday night in the city of Portsmouth and I was invited to a
house party by an acquaintance that I hadn't seen in a long while, called D. He and I, along with a couple other guys and gals, were walking along the street heading to a guys house to pick him up for the house party. Across the street there were two drunk chavs heading towards us, fully kitted out in fake ADIDAS-style tracksuit clothes and 'designer' caps. They couldn't have been more than 15 years old. One was a fatty with a pubic-stained, crappy excuse for a moustache and the other was a skinny little runt.

The fat kid went up to D and said with a slur "'ave ya got a fag??" (He was asking for a cigarette, not a homosexual) D said that he didn't, he was smoking the last of his cigarettes. "C'mon, all I wont iz one fag" the fatty whined. We said no and kept walking. The chav kids decided to shout some abuse as us as we walked, including "Why doncha go and fuck ya mum??!". Me and another guy in the group mutter to ourselves jokingly, "Yeah, after we fuck your mum" and had a little chuckle.

One of the girls in the group thought this was funny too and decided to say it out loud to the chav kids.

Oddly enough they didn't like this comment.

So they decided to follow us. And shout at us. And even throw something at us (and miss).

This carried on for a few minutes and we basically ignored them. After all we didn't want any trouble, as adult are not really allowed to beat up kids. People would confuse it with assault for some bizarre reason. Anyway the chav kids followed us all the way to the guys house. Then we saw in the corner of our eyes the chav kids running at us and were going to hit D with something. Instinctively D grabbed the nearest heavy rock he could find and was going to smack them across the face. The kids stopped in their tracks and the runt waved a flimsy pipe at D. He said "It's only a bit of rubber!" and gave an annoying machine-gun laugh, thinking he was all big and clever.

Then Chunky decided to have a go at us for insulting his mother. He streamed off a lot of shit from his mouth including:

• I know where ya live, so yooz betta watch yerself
• My house is over there, I'll get me machete and gunz and fuck yoo up
• My mum's seriously ill, don't 'preciate your talk
• I'll get me fuckin' step-dad on ya, and he's black!
• Tell dem bitches behind ya to stop laughing, we'll fuckin' rape 'em we will.
• I know the drug lords of Portsmouth

And so on.

Me and the other guys were just staring at these little punks unimpressed, thinking "What? Just shut up and go already". We were trying really hard not to slap them about like they deserved. I was even thinking "Please, give me a reason. They'd believe that it was in self-defence wouldn't they?" Soon the chav kids got bored and decided to leave us alone, but after the lunchbox said "Y'know wot? Ya ain't worth it!" and gave us a threatening stare.

So there you go. At least it gave us something to talk and joke about during the party.