Be quiet. It's 2:30 in the afternoon and people are trying to sleep.
If you've found my blog, odds are you are either a fan of the Slenderverse (Marble Hornets, TribeTwelve, EverymanHYBRID, etc.), a fan of punk rock music, or a fan of Rooster Teeth / Achievement Hunter. If you're all 3, congratulations, you win. Please enjoy your stay and don't touch my things.
"[They were] two weirdly displaced people perpetually at-odds, constantly sniping at one another, more or less thrown together out of abnormal circumstance than anything else. There’s no way to articulate what they’d been to one another, in no small part because Tim is entirely unsure if he was ever a significant “anything” to Jay besides a convenient potential fountain of ambiguous, uncomfortable, oft second-guessed answers.
Certainly, by the end, their strained and uncertain association had gone off the rocks, if mainly by virtue of an impromptu personality-brainwashing courtesy of Tim’s preternaturally elongated childhood nightmare. Yet even before that, there’d been too impenetrable a wall of (admittedly well-placed) mistrust, fear, frustration, for anything deeper than a wavering, hesitant, on-again-off-again alliance to be achieved." (x)
It’s been brought up before, but HABIT really is like a child. Not much gets him legitimately angry. He’s laid back, everything is all fun and games. That is until you do not take one of his verbal cues. Then he turns completely serious and is near furious. To him, you are still alive because you are entertaining him. As soon as you stop entertaining him in one way or another you are of no use to him and he’ll throw you away like an old toy.
All that said, my favorite HABIT is ticked off HABIT.