#boxs rambles

[bigbox141]

Tumblr After a Week: How I came here, and what it's been like.

Hello everyone! This post will basically just be me kinda gettin' my thoughts out on the site and my experience so far, so no photoshops and less quips this time about. Nothing too serious, though, I don't think (not like my vents).

So, I suppose I'll rewind with a bit of context:

I've never been much of a social media user, I don't believe. Never really been fond of other platforms for one reason or another. Twitter I felt tried too hard to put things in my face, Facebook are shady and Reddit felt a bit too in-the-dark at times due to its very upvote-based culture.

Though, at one point I felt so buckled down to my chair that I never really got a chance to write out my thoughts without filling a Discord server, or nagging for voice chats when other lads' timezones are off. I saw to blogger, but in spite of working with it for a project in high school, felt a bit alienated by how big an undertaking it'd be. A couple nudges from my buddies led me back to Tumblr, a site I'd used years ago but never really got too in to using.

Back then, I had blogs with ambitions that either didn't get fulfilled, or blogs for the sake of keeping in touch with friends who happened to have a Tumblr. Unfortunately, at the time I was quite young and very impressionable, and those awful alt-right YouTubers of the time threw out a bunch of political, awful stereotypes that I was gullible enough to believe and Tumblr became a place I was deterred from under this, uneducated view of "errgh liberullss!" (same rhetoric all the idiots online spewing out had to say. Going with this, gullible mass hysteria).

All that crap was just awful, honestly. Fascism, caked in "facts and logic," ironically built on stereotypes and disinformation, in an attempt to suppress individual thought and social connections. "Urgh! only two gendrs!" Well no, gender is social, sex is not. You're taught this in school. "Hnngh! tumblr ful of sjws!" What's wrong with that? The idea is to fight for equality. You're just cherry-picking people you don't like and stereotyping massive communities for it. By that same logic, I could make whatever communities you identify with just as tainted, there's billions of people on this planet. "Global warmn g not rel!!" Okay just shut up.

Years went on and I became disillusioned as I came to realise that all the stupid screaming that the funni yuotuobers onlein were putting out were genuinely hurtful and suppressed communities for no discernible reason. Needless to say, I've matured since, and that shit's over with.

With a new, adult Box, looking at Tumblr, I saw precisely what I view today: art, personality and CHAOS. God do I love my the latter of that trinity right there. Personal expression, be it in text, through visual or audio mediums, whatever it may be, are some of the most raw, human ways to put yourself out there. You'll often see my dislike for objectivism and capitalism in this corporate landscape bleed into my blog posts, as I've found that the two things are highly prevalent online and fundamentally destroy the human need to express in favour of materialistic possession or hard knowledge, no matter how depressing. When I get onto Tumblr, I see the precise antithesis to this: people sharing comedy, art, whatever, getting their personality out. Embracing the chaos of disrupting the standard objectivist view with absurdity, personal views and visual mediums.

It's this community, on top of the innately freely built platform without character limit and little restriction on content that really makes me feel like I can actually put out what I want to. Not to hang onto trends the same way Reddit or Twitter do. If or if I don't have an audience, so be it, at least I'm free.

All of this, conceptually, made me feel at home. Started with silly posts with silly imagery and weirdly out of character text every so often captioning interspersed imagery, writing in wild unique ways each time in a formula that allowed me to creatively exercise in a daily routine with photoshops, video editing and what is essentially a journal. Every so often, I'd vent about something I'd rather not disrupt a Discord with. Most of the time, I wrote rollercoasters of oddities and adventure. Hell, my most recent post is about me dying to a horde of gnomes, and not long before that, I was visiting a Garfield themed restaurant (by the way, Scooby-Doo EATS no longer exists so that idea is cancelled :(). There were a few times I hit a wall, but that's because I succeeded in my goal: making a routine of getting stuff out. I finally feel fleshed out, and it's awesome.

10/10. Loving the site... but a word of advice to you, Tumblr? If yer reading this? When I say "this post isn't for me," I best not be seein' that post in my dashboard again the next time I look through it. C'mon now...

[bigbox141]

Creatures in My Garden

I hate gnomes.

I wanna blow this gnome up.

I wanna smash this gnome against a wall for how much pain it's caused me.

... and this particular gnome is a real pisser.

I know nothing about the origins of garden gnomes, but at a surface level, these guys are weird. You're sittin' about the garden, planting flowers, watering your garden, maybe harvesting a couple tomatoes, and-

You turn around and see this dude staring through your soul. An intruder. A vile FIEND. WHY IS THIS MAN MADE OF CLAY AND WHAT IS HE DOING IN MY GARDEN. Why doesn't he move but in the sliding tides of rainy mud? How does he remain, so stiff. GET OFF, OF MY PROPERTY.

These gnomes are especially weird to me, considering the fact that not only are they so surreal to see commonly amongst vast gardens, but that they're so openly odd that they're often times taken advantage of in the form of crude designs. Lots of butts, and lots of bir-

... how DARE you. How VULGAR. This iS MY LAND, GET OUT. Put that DAMN cigar out and put that FINGER away you rude, rude man.

I will TAKE ACTION if you do not VACATE the premises. Please, for the love of Go-

*Gasp!*

YOU DISGUST ME YOU VILE, VILE CREATURES, ALL OF YOU, GET OUT OF MY GARDEN BEFORE I SMASH EACH ONE OF YOU IN THE MOST VIOLENT WAYS I COULD POSSIBLY IMAGIN-

Oh dear... oh no... there are more... they're COMING. OH GOD THEY'RE COMI-

... no, PLEASE NO, SPARE ME, SPARE MY LIFE, NOOOOOOOOO-

So hey guys, I'm in the afterlife now, pardon that incident earlier. Point is, gnomes are a really weird phenomenon to me and I refuse to research anything about them, since I think they're absolutely absurd without context. Anyways, I gotta figure out how to return to the land of the living...

Here's a thing btw

[bigbox141]

Eggies Freak Me Out

You know what I love eating? Meat. I like protein. I like milk... but seriously, what the heck are eggs in all this?

I love eating eggs dude, they can be prepared in like a bazillion ways and they're still awesome. A nice hearty egg in the morning helps me with getting my protein's daily value up, and that I think is great, especially for dietary reasons. But like, what are eggs?

They come out of the butts of birdies, and they're supposed to be like, the shell of their nurturing children, so like, what freak decided to grab a kid and just kinda eat its membrane?

It's kinda like the whole "who on Earth decided it would be a good idea to invent drinking cow's milk" thing, y'know? "Ah yeah I wanna yank those cow tubes." In spite of all this, are eggs even dairy? They have like, calcium, and they're strongly related to feeding/birthing young lil' animals, but I don't often hear much about their connection to dairy. Again, like the Secret Dorito blog, there's prolly a solid reason why, but I wanna throw objective truth out the window again as to present an uneducated Box talking about eggs. They're not dairy because they TOOK AWAY THEIR KIDS. NOBODY LEFT FOR HYPOTHETICAL MILK (not to imply that birds have milk. Birds don't have milk. Birds DON'T have milk. I REALLY HOPE THEY DON'T HAVE MILK).

So I have this one friend who raises these quails right? Cutest things, love 'em. When I asked him if they somehow reproduce, he responded that the eggs they produce can't possibly hatch into new quails, though he has bought fertilised eggs before.

Oh my GOD I have no idea how this works and I'm probably really stupid but like IMAGINE HAVING YOUR NUTS FULLY INTACT BUT THEY JUST KINDA DON'T WORK. What have we done to these poor birds, man...

Humanity has given us the egg. Stolen from birds, put into cartons, and sold at grocery stores. Husks of what could've been...

That egg you ate this morning could've been this fella right here... could have, couldn't it... but they stole it. They STOLE THIS LIL DUDE. And now? We eat the yolky wet slime that their hypothetical mother produced.

Not even, we don't just eat it... no, we SCRAMBLE IT. WE FRY IT. WE FOLD THEIR GUTS AROUND. WE DRINK IT. WE SLATHER THEIR UNBORN GUTS IN TO BOWLS AND THROW THEM INTO PANS. We are mangling these un-beings in the name of the Ancient Dark Chicken gods in the form of a sacrifice of flesh... dear God...

As if we haven't disgraced the Chicken gods enough, we even put our own DNA into these eggs and make disgusting egg creatures. Have you guys seen that? The internet hoax of the Russian dude who injected his man-milk into an egg and kept it warm for a few days, then cracked it and some alien-looking thing came out? I just remember the bit where the homonculus thing spat at him, proceeded by "BLYAT" as the dude smashes the thing with a bible.

Who the hell does that dude? We steal the eggs from the birds, then we INJECT OUR OWN DNA?!

But man I love me some bacon n' eggies though

Here's a thing btw

[bigbox141]

Tables, Violence and Love

Does anyone ever think of violently whipping people into or whipping tables at people as a form of affection? No? Well I don’t, but my body... MAH BODDYYYY, IS TELLIN ME YEEEESSS.

i effing love you bro take this desk

Okay, so I’m going to tell a rather odd story. A story about games, characters I find interesting, and how my brain randomly decides that it wants to imagine these people being somehow violently attacked by myself... with the aid of a table, desk, or window.

Once upon a time, I was sat at my computer thinking: “Hmm... I wanna see what all these visual novels are about, y’know?” So, amidst a Steam sale, I bought one. From what I saw, it was just an ordinary sappy romance VN, and I was curious to see how it’d pan out. When playing it, I immediately thought, “man, these characters are annoying.” The protagonist’s family are jerks, her workplace bullies her, and she’s also a bit of a brat. Bit of an unstable start, y’know? Then, this one character comes along (who so happens to be the love interest) that isn’t any of these things and I find them lovable enough as a result. Hey, I suppose they got the whole love interest thing down right in that regard. Anyhoot, this character soon became a personal favourite, and when they moved into the protagonist’s place and had a dinner with the family, I had a random... peculiar thought.

So we’re all chilling at this table, right? Little sister is cussing off the main protagonist in sign language, the dad is being all favouring over one and the other making the protag jealous... and that just leaves this love interest character. Suddenly, my mind just kinda races, and when I see this love interest sat at the table, my brain generates this vivid, incredibly detailed daydream about just kinda grabbing the character by the head and slamming them into the table with one clean boom. I then laughed my ass off at how utterly random that thought was and why on Earth I’d ever think such a thing.

When that happened, it was funny. I laughed. I had a chuckle. But I thought nothing more... for about a half a year.

So I was hearing good things about Cyberpunk way post-launch and decided to give it a try. To be honest, I love the game. Didn’t think I would, but something just clicked quite well with me. At one point, I meet this Night City detective by the name of River Ward. He’s a bit of a cool dude. I like the guy, very approachable, well-performed by Robbie Daymond, and looks cool too. So when I meet him in a diner to discuss a murder investigation, naturally, I have another daydream... a familiar daydream... but with a twist!

 yeah there was a window right next to him mate i couldnt help it

At this point, I’m thinking that I’ve lost my bloody mind now. This isn’t the first time anymore. What the hell is going on, all these characters I like are getting pummelled moments after meeting them! So, I tell myself NO. NO MORE TABLES. NO MORE WINDOWS! And I go to sleep.

... then I have a dream. I’m sat a table in front of two dudes playing Russian Roulette with an empty gun. Like, just kinda passing it back and forth infinitely, and I’m watching intently. Suddenly, I see a character in the corner that I vaguely think that I like (it looked vaguely as though it resembled a character from a webcomic I’ve been following). So, naturally, I grabbed the table from underneath the two dudes, and hammer tossed the whole thing at this person in the corner. They don’t even flinch. The table just bounces off of their head, and the two dudes just leave casually. I’d wake up shortly after.

Is this normal, guys? Like, whipping tables at people? Slamming people’s heads into tables as a sign of affection? Oh dear... my oh my, how my mind has turned... tables... something. Cry me a table.

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