2023

I'm late to the party, but 2023 is here. I've come to realize a few things about myself and other unfortunate hairless apes...

'Murica and za worldo

We are in the middle of a fucking war. Every generation goes through its wars every now and then or someshit, but fucking all fucking hell. We're on the near-brink of another World War. And eyes on the US are wary side glances at best. And for the umpteenth time, I don't blame anyone.

Politics. I hate talking about it, mainly because I can eagerly admit I'm rather ignorant about it all. I really only have a few things to say about it today, namely that...for fuck's sake. I don't care about the Left or the Right. Y'all are all fucked, fucked-up, and disgusting in one way or another.

Politics are like parrots. Everyone mimics and mocks each other, and, at the end of the day, Polly just wants them good ol' cracker$.

As I said, I don't care about either political side in America. Am I an individual? An indie? A who-gives-a-shitting-hell? Probably the latter since I refuse to vote for anyone and never have. As if my vote makes a difference, and all my voting options are dreadful at the end of the day.

Don't start with me on that. Just don't. 

The only one I ever liked was Obama in my entire life, and not because he was black, as awesome, world-shaking, and historical as that is...

COVID-19

ONCE AGAIN, it's coming back, at least here in CT. And, as usual, I blame y'all. Because who the fuck said it was a good idea to take off your masks and lessen your cares about it? This thing kills, you COVIdiots, and there's this very real thing called "long COVID" too. 

...Maybe that thing about dog-eat-dog and selective breeding is on to something...

Not much to say about this year. I've a few more entries to make, so I'll get on those...

31-23-20

A new year, a new introduction.

I am quite aware I'm behind on this introduction, but shit, have I been feeling like a rock hit my bare heart lately.

Huzzah. A new Blackboxx Texts—well, more like the return of the BBTxx, as I had it offline for about two years there. I don't quite remember when I did that, but it seems like it came at a good time since I went to the hospital this and last year. Go figure. Life is good.

I'm adding a few miscellaneous things to the BBTxx's topics of focus aside from just...things that piss me off. 

I shall explain.

'Lo. My name is Mar. I am a transmasculine man in the process of going through a medical transition. I am currently 31 years old, severely neurotic, clinically depressed and diagnosed with major depressive disorder and suicidal ideation—did I mention I went to the hospital this year for my suicidal desires?

Be happy I'm alive. Or something. Whatever.

I call myself a weaver of words and worlds, a weird wonderer looking at the world in black-tinted glasses, and a devious soul to the near-exact definition of the word by social standards. I am also an absolute pile of stinking, ripe shite but we'll see where that gets me now that I'm in my 30s...

Brief FAQ

• What's with the new name?

O'Quine is a shortened version of my previous moniker, Mareoquine. As I once said in my last introduction, the -quine suffix, commonly seen at the end of drug names, is from my acceptance that my attachment and interest in "dark stuff" is kinda addictive. It is also sinful, according to what I've been raised to believe. However, it is also a nod to my love of Halloween. If you know, you know, y'know?

• What new topics are you going to cover?

I'm glad you asked. It means you're paying attention. 

Aside from things that piss me off in this...wonderful...21st Century, I'll also cover some fandom-related things that I really need to get off my chest. Starting with...the new One Piece live-action TV series. 

Hoo, boy...Y'all are doing an amazing job at being stupid.

You got this far, eh? Nice.

For the third time, just a bit before a decade's time...welcome to Blackboxx Texts, humans.

You've been warned~♥