The (stream of conscious?) venting thread for INTPs

If I read one more manga or comic, watch one more anime, TV show, or movie, where one of the very few women on the cast does the "Slap of Sense Into My Love Interest", I'm going to buy a gun, and I am going to shoot every man in the crotch.

NO MORE. NO MORE OF THIS. FUCK'S SAKE, WOMAN, IS A SLAP ALL YOU'VE GOT?

It's probably no big deal, but I hate it. Every time I see the Sense Slap, I get a sick feeling in my stomach, and fierce need to break things. Am I supposed to take it as, "Look! These men are insanely powerful, but she made him think just by slapping him omgwtfbbq wimmenz is so powerful derp."
I realize, women are not as strong as men IRL, and blah blah blah, but if you have a comic where people are flying around, or they're fighting with darkness and light themselves, &c, I think it's safe to bend the rules a bit more.


Some days, I just want to see a lady punch a whole in the wall and have it be 'No Big D'. I'd like to see her do something epic, and have it be epic because IT IS EPIC, and not because she is a wimmenz in a gaiz wurld. Is that so bad?


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I love your signature, Zombie Jesus.

I found a way to not let my überfeminazism ruin a game; it's the same method I use to enjoy a Harry Potter movie.

"Remember that this is a MOVIE, not a book. This is not the book as you imagined it but on the big screen. These are SEPERATE entities. There will be differences."

I applied it while watching some Bayonetta gameplay.

"Remember that that is VIDEO GAME character. These are not actual women as you see them but on the screen. These are SEPARATE entities. There will be differences."

The only downside is that suddenly there are very, very few females in games at all.
But! Look at the way that boobèd thing moves! Double pistols are awesome.



















<< Surprisingly useful.

I just had the best dream in a while. (Upon reread, it sounds very stupid. xD But it was like watching Waiting or one of those This Took Place In A Few Hours movies.)

Of two people standing on a huge wall. It's in the desert, and it extends over to some mountains.
They spend the first half of the dream shooting zombies with bows and arrows and going on about how they can shoot an arrow several miles, and whether they should switch to a sniper rifle or not. They spend the second half shooting zombies and also talking about the wall and how unrealistic the whole place is.

Quote unquote "This is stupid." and one of them shoots a zombie.

Quote unquote
"Jesus, man. Look at that. How can a wall be this tall and thin and not just fall over." Shoot a zombie.
"I don't feel safe up here." Shoot a zombie.
"This is pretty unrealistic." Zombie=shot.

Cue five minutes of them deciding how the wall could be better, and ignoring dream-reality and constructing some walls of their own to test their theories out... whether or not a wall can have just a thick base, or if the width should be the same up-and-down, or if it can be built up the the sky and attached [lolwut] to provide more support... how the hell the first wall is standing anyways, and then the best way to knock it over. (TNT, a decision clearly influenced by Minecraft.)

So, I'm studying Japanese at 2 am. Nothing unusual, right? Where does the time go. Seriously.

I start reading this practice sentence, 私は明日美術館へ行きます.

My mind starts glossing it as "I (topic) today..." mixing up 明日 (ashita tomorrow), with 今日 (kyou today), a word that had shown up earlier.

BUT. BUT. OH HO HO HO. My mouth started saying Watashi wa ashita... "I (topic) tomorrow..."


My mouth totally overrode my mind. I simultaneously fucked up and got right this sentence.


This is incredibly unimportant. But very exciting, especially at 2 am.

I keep getting split-second flashes of things I can't remember, probably two or three times a day.

I'll remember the sun, a certain glow from a light, or a soft sun on a field, or the sun behind some trees, a memory of a character from a dream, an atmosphere in a room, in a city, in an alley, a vague something from a wonderful dream, another person from a dream.
All these tiny bursts of things I can't even grasp clearly, and then this force of nostalgia-like want.

Like, I'll pick up a piece of paper and suddenly picture, very blurrily and indistinctly, a girl sitting on a chair on a porch, with the sun setting behind her (no fancy romantic purples; just a soft warm sun), and I'll freeze up and think "I want that."

or, "I want that back." "I want to remember this." or "I want to know more." or something like that.

But I can't. It lasts for a second or two, and it evaporates. Then all I have is this memory of a memory, and this huge feeling of want.
It's like having a tiny heart broken every few hours. It really hurts when the memory fades. Like when a crush rejects you, or you lose a friend or something. That stupid sharp pang in the heart.



It fucking sucks and it better stop.