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| 07:58pm 10/06/2008 |
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mood:  tired music: Big Wreck - The Oaf [My Luck Is Wasted]
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Found an odd meme today over at my favorite cranky, ex-Army journal site, Skippy's List, and it involved using your MP3 player and the random skip selection.
Instructions:
1. Open your MP3 player
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every section list whichever song comes up
5. Repeat to get the full soundtrack
Here?s my soundtrack:
Opening Credits: Big Wreck - The Oaf [My Luck is Wasted]
Waking up: Beatles - Yellow Submarine
Falling in love: They Might Be Giants - The Statue Got Me High
Fight song: Yoko Kanno - What Planet is This? (from Cowboy Bebop: the Movie)
Break up song: Prodigy - Fuel My Fire
Making Up: Marilyn Manson - Sweet Dreams
Life's Okay: Stone Temple Pilots - Wicked Garden
Mental Breakdown: Cardigans - My Favorite Game
Driving: Saliva - Your Disease
Flashbacks: Chevelle - Send the Pain Below
Happy Dance: Disturbed - Stupify
Regret: Calontir Singers - The Steel Shod Dance (from the songs of my local
kingdom in the SCA)
Final Battle: Collective Soul - Why, pt 2
Death Scene: Tool - Sober
Final Credits: Beatles - Long, Long, Long
I know, really depressing, most of these songs, especially when you listen to them with what mood they're trying to convey. The Beatles' "Long, Long, Long" is the closing credits song? Of course, "Yellow Submarine" as the Waking Up theme is funny if you picture the protoganist hopping out of bed just as Ringo starts in on "In the town... where I was born..." at the beginning. And I'm not going to comment on "The Statue Got Me High" as the love theme.
The plan is to attend Lilies this coming weekend/next week, which I've taken a full week of leave from work to accomplish said plan, but I'm already dreading just going out there and setting crap up. First off, it's going to suck 'cause I don't have my armour fully together, and no matter how much I've tried to convince myself that I'll be perfectly all right working on said projects on the side of the field, I won't be. I won't bring everything I need, or I'll get bored of the whole thing, or a couple other hundred real or imagined calamities... blah blah blah. It just boils down to I don't feel like going out, that I want a freaking week of not having to do anything if I don't want to. I really haven't had much time off from work lately, and what time I have had off, has been spent running hither and yon. So I will be at Lilies this year, just not the whole time. Call my cell if you desperately need anything. |
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| too weird not to post about it |
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| 10:30am 27/04/2008 |
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mood: tired music: Saving Abel - Addicted
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As I usually don't remember what I dreamt about upon waking, this morning's dream and its vivid aftermath are post-worthy. Let me sum it up real quick - if someone hadn't already written it (and hundreds of others hadn't made videos about it), I could have written an instruction manual on How to Survive the Coming Zombie Apocalypse.
It all starts out with the usual spunky cast of various everyperson characters hemmed in on all sides by voracious, flesh-eating undead. Quite like all the zombie movies ever made, our cast of retards (including moi... it is a First Person Dream, after all) succumbs in the first night to the zombie hordes because we made all the wrong moves. Unlike most zombie movies, at this point, whilst the zombie horde is merrily munching on my body, I got to do the out-of-body announcer voice-over bit where that worthy says "Alright, let's back up and see where things went wrong." Everything stopped, everything rewound to the beginning, and we went back over the last day in detail, fast-forwarding thru the boring bits, and slow-mo'ing thru the parts we, the cast of loveable misfits, fucked up and I, as all-seeing narrator, got to explain what we did wrong and how we should have done it. Then, after I explained it all, we got to go back to the beginning once again, and relive the zombie invasion, this time doing everything right and surviving to slaughter zombies another day. It's really bad, considering I've only recently begun watching zombie flicks, and had, in dream, a debate with myself of which techniques work with the classic Romero slow, shambling zombies, but don't work with the more recent quick zombies of "28 Days Later" and that ilk, and vice versa.
Oh, and if you haven't discovered it yet, check out the very entertaining game reviews at Zero Punctuation, you'll get a kick out of 'em. |
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| I love "Best of Craig's List" |
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| 08:01am 19/04/2008 |
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I love "Best of Craig's List" as much as the next guy. Sadly, the person this one is aimed at is far too dense to recognize the sarcasm and pure, burning hatred inherent in the post. This is part of the reason why I don't work in sales or the service industry anymore. |
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| 09:34pm 22/02/2008 |
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Recently, my main tower's video card shot craps - Problem #1. Understadable, I don't dust my case as often as I should, and I work the little beastie pretty hard. My plans for this particular tower, seeing as I built it WWWAAAYYYY back in early '04, was to eventually replace it with a far newer system, but only after I had upgraded the system and turned it into a housewide PVR/server setup.
So the video card is bad, and since the mobo is old technology (AGP 8x video slot... yeah, I'm just glad they still offer brand new cards for that bus format), it's time to start on the upgrade path before the industry stops offering new parts. Start looking around at Tom's Hardware Guide and other reviews on the 'net, and come up with a video card that is a) getting the good reviews, b) within my admittedly limited budget, and c) still being offered brand new on NewEgg - the HIS Radeon 2600XT. Lots of good reviews, should handle HD output for its eventual PVR usage, and fairly inexpensive. Problem #2 - no D-SUB outputs. I'm still running a 19" CRT with DVI only input, which adds a new LCD monitor onto the bill, but this is not horribly bad, since they're getting more and more inexpensive as the days go by, and I've been wanting one for a while now to clear desk space from the monster CRT.
Now, while those parts are being ordered, we're mainly existing for the 'net off the wife's laptop, which I originally bought when I visited the Sandbox back in '05. Yeah, it's starting to show it's age as well - overheating, memory lapses, random shutdowns, and the battery won't hold a charge for an appreciable amount of time. Of course, the power supply decides that this is the week to go to the Great Recycling Center in the Sky. $50 later, a replacement has been ordered, but has yet to be received before the old one totally dies. Problem #3 - two computers I can't use while waiting for parts (typing this at work... it's Friday, and been one of those months this week, sue me), which is frustrating as hell.
Finally, the monitor and video card arrive, and last night was spent taking my tower apart, emptying one can of canned air into removing as much dust as I could (better late than never, I guess), and getting ready for new monitor and vid card. The monitor was no problem, only one dead pixel ('cause you can never get an LCD screen without at least one dead pixel, or so it seems), and a lot smaller footprint on an already crowded desk. The vid card, however, kicks me right in the teeth by announcing on the box, and nowhere on NewEgg or in the reviews, that a 500W PSU is required. Which I don't have, because when I built the tower, the 350W that came with the LanBoy case was more than enough - bringing us to Problem #4.
The PSU was ordered this morning (as well as some nice roundy IDE cables, make my rig a little bit swoopier and get a bit more airflow), and just hoping their distributor for this particular piece is close enough to get it to me tomorrow. But I'm not holding my breath. I am holding my breath that the laptop, once we get the replacement power supply, lasts long enough for us to save up and replace it. Or until I have enough time to give it a good cleaning as well, and make it limp out another year for us. |
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| 2007 in review |
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| 09:21pm 07/01/2008 |
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mood:  busy music: Three Days Grace - Riot
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I've come to realize that I post on this journal less and less as the years go on. It's not that I don't have a thing to talk about, far from it; I have more now to bitch about, share with friends, and just store away for posterity than ever. No, my biggest problem is having enough time to sit down and knock out a really good post on a regular basis. Of course, the vicious circle of this is that the longer I let lapse between posts, the longer those posts need to nominally be to constitue a good post. I guess if I had a good, solid 'net connection at work (and less actual work I should be doing instead), I could slip out smaller posts much more often. *sigh* Conundrums.
Anyway, so my year 2007 in review. The first half of the year was fairly good, with a decent amount of SCA participation, and lots of quality time with the wife. We got to go to Gulf Wars, and while our side got pasted the WHOLE war, we did have lots of fun. SCA time started slacking off towards Lillies (I got to go for a day and a half, and I live like 45 minutes from site) and disappeared damn near entirely around Vertigo and afterwards. I did something I promised myself at one point I would never do again: I became an officer for the local group, namely fighter marshall. It's amazing how quickly turning your hobby into a responsibility takes all the fun of it, which is why I made the promise the first time, but having no one else to take over and being about the only one who even cares if a practice happens or not, it pretty much fell in my lap without my say so. I did run across and read a really good book entitled The Knights Next Door that I strongly suggest you read, whether you're in the SCA or not. It's got an interesting viewpoint on the SCA from both the outside and eventually the inside, as well as comparisons with other medieval recreationist groups. And of course everyone got informed of my absolute shitty luck when my armour got stolen, but I've gotten helm, body, and gorget taken care of since then, so it's slowly coming together. That was during the second half of the year, so it still kept the first half on a general up note.
So the first half of 2007 was generally pleasant and then the second half hit. My father calls me, sometime mid-June, and informs me that he and my mother (married, lo these 36 years) are separating as he, my dad the minister, had been caught in a compromising situation with a young lady from his congregation. Not only are my parents separating, but dad is leaving the ministry after 40 some odd years of service, and they have to start looking for new places for both of them (as they were living in the parsonage) and dad has to start looking for a new job. I spend roughly a week and a half (not all at once, which sucked) rushing down to Oklahoma to help pack and move each of them, and then rushing back to Missouri to get back to work. Spend a month on the road for the Army, classes and what not, and then another whirlwind tour of Oklahoma finishing up last minute details with the folks. A month goes by, everything is still really fragile concerning my parents and their relationship, and then my grandfather, my last living grandparent who has been really struggling with Alzheimer's this past year, passes away after a short fight with pneumonia. I go back down, attend funeral and graveside, and spend a day with mom and her sister sorting thru their father's belongings while trying to smooth over the very troubled waters between mom and dad (who was their to read the eulogy, seeing as he knew grandpa for the last 40+ years and had some experience writing and giving eulogies). We knew it was coming, as the man was 94 years old this year, but the very, utterly sharp downturn his health and mental faculties took this past year were very shocking. A year before his death, he was living on his own, and knew most of us by name. Sudden as the first drop of a really tall rollercoaster.
Thanksgiving, a month later, and in the past, one of my favorite holidays. Not really enjoyable this past year, as we tried to make too many family members happy at the same time, and made almost none of them pleased in the process. Next year, one family at a time. Christmas was far more enjoyable: we went nowhere, and no one came to bug us. New Year's - stayed home and didn't even wait up for midnight. Didn't even really imbibe all that much alcohol, played it pretty low key. Was just glad to be over and done with the year 2007. |
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| I had to post this one |
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| 09:56pm 08/11/2007 |
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mood:  excited music: Linkin Park - Bleed It Out
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Those of you who have talked to me in person in the last year or so know how much I absolutely abhor the term "blog". Yes, I understand where it comes from - an internet based log, or weblog, shortened down to just "blog". However, to me, it is the stupidest sounding piece of slang the American version of English has managed to spit out in the past decade. Okay, I'm skipping right over everything contributed by the rap community, but as there are the largest segment of anti-education propagandists in the society that I pretty much ignore whatever they're doing.
Yeah, you scoff at education in your lyrics, but it's hard to figure out the compound interest payments on your Escalade without algebra or even basic fucking math, isn't it? Let's try this one: your stable of crackho's owes you half of their nightly takes for giving $20 blowjobs along Prospect. Bitch #1 gives 5 Johns head. Bitch #B sells 10, 'cause she is a such a hard working ho. Bitch #free only sells 2, that lazy ass bitch, but knocked a gold toof out of your grill when you confronted her about it, and that'll cost you $25 for your cousin Afernee to replace it for you. How much did you make tonight?
Anyway, back to the downright idiocy that has become one of the most widespread slang words in the language today. How stupid can you sound by trying to sound cool? Hell, even Jerry Seinfeld agrees with me, check it out here, right around minute 7.
And no, I don't have a better term to replace it folks. It just makes my skin crawl to hear it. Oh, and the answer to earlier's quiz: 245. Or, to be more specific 2 .45's from his rival/neighbor/cousin Anfernee, who then jacked his wad and ho's. |
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| 10:19pm 15/10/2007 |
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mood:  pissed off music: Henry Rollins - Your Number Is One
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And now for something completely unexpectd.
*ahem*
SOME MOTHERFUCKER STOLE MY GODDAMNED ARMOUR!
Our local fighter practice is every Sunday afternoon when we have enough people show up to make putting on armour worthwhile. Last Sunday, after I flung paint, I went straight to practice, and only one guy showed up. So, not having used any of my medieval gear and too lazy to drag it all out of my Envoy, I left it all in there as I knew I'd be using it again this weekend. Yesterday, again not enough people showed up, but I was showing off my gear to my fellow troops as this was drill weekend, and I noticed my armour bag was missing. My 60lbs of metal, leather, and chainmail duffel bag of medieval-esque sport armour was fucking missing!
Now this is just frustrating. All told, I've put in less than $500 in my current rig - I'm working on a new set (which wasn't in the bag, thank god) that between the helmet and the body armour is already over $500 - so it's not really even going to be that financially difficult to replace what was in the bag. What kills me is that the armour is utterly useless to anyone who isn't me. As mentioned before, it's modern made, medieval-esque sport armour. It's not worth anything to a collector, and it's poorly enough made (and treated) that it's not a really great show piece. So it's worthless to anyone who doesn't do SCA medieval combat, and as it's medieval armour, you have to be pretty much my sized to use any or all of it. And as the SCA is not that big of a community, if you walk out onto a field wearing any of my stolen gear, me or one of my many friends is going to see it. The pain that would then follow is beyond the pale of imagination. No, the whole set is only worth anything to me, and only because I've been fighting in some of the pieces since I got into the sport about a decade ago.
Not only that, it was sitting right next to my main paintball gear bag and SCUBA tank, both of which weigh less than my armour bag, and both would draw far more resale value than the armour ever will. I haven't looked in the gear bag yet (a full inventory of my vehicle is scheduled for tonight), but a cursory inspection has shown everything is still there. Thank god for that.
I'm going down to the police station tomorrow to file a report, just so I can have an official record of what I've lost. Fortunately, I have lots of pictures of myself in that exact armour, so I've got plenty of proof. In fact, now that I think of it, I have more pictures of me in armour than I do of me NOT in armour. I'll also check with the insurance company, but I doubt I'll get anything for what's gone. My highest hope is that the fucktard pawns it locally (and the pawn shop keeps a record of who they bought it off of), and I can get it back that way, 'cause otherwise they'll either throw it in the trash or keep it to, I don't know, make drunken red-neck videos to put on YouTube. I'm just utterly fucking frustrated right now, and if I happened to find out who stole it, I'm not terribly sure I wouldn't beat them 'til they were physically disabled for the rest of their lives, even though I know I'd spend quite a stretch in prison for doing so. |
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| been a while |
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| 10:19pm 03/10/2007 |
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mood: tired music: Finger Eleven - Paralyzer
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Been a busy little boy, I have I have. Spent a month on the road for the Army going to no less than three separate functions - two schools and one week of Annual Training, specifically. Aside from that, went out of state twice for events, even up to South Dakota for one of them, and one weekend of RenFest demo. Oh, and I even managed to, in the space of 24 hours, drive to Oklahoma, move my mom 20 miles in three trailers and a box truck, and then drive back to Missouri. Between the weekends of fun, work has devoured my days (as is to be expected of one's place of employ), and more than a few of my evenings. However, I have managed to view some popular media recently, and it is upon those items I would like to comment now.
I finally saw Transformers the other day, as it has FINALLY reached the dollar-fifty theater here in St Joe. And being about the billionth person with an internet connection to say something about it, I have to say I found it rather amusing. Why? While I had more than a few Transformers toys as a child, I never really watched the cartoon series much as they didn't air in Carlsbad. And having really only seen the cartoon Transformers the Movie a few times (the last about 5 years, when I realized it is probably better to leave that kind of stuff to the kids, 'cause it sucked bad), I really had no fond attachment for the prior media works covering the series. Ultimately, I went in to see how cool they showed the robots, and not expecting much in the way of plot or character development and was well pleased with what I got. Low expectations equals high returns in the entertainment field, apparently. Overall, a very enjoyable eye candy flick with lots of action and explosions, I suggest you go see it if you've got a spare moment and a buck fifty.
The other bit of video offering is a recent new show on FSN, Xtreme Paintball: Beyond the Paint, and let me tell ya: disappointed. It's a reality show that plays more like 10 minutes of MTV Cribs for unknown paintball goobs, and 20 minutes of still just as boring (and confusing) as ever paintball game footage. Paintball games do not lend themselves well to video for a LARGE list of reasons put down all over the internet. I postulated a while back (not sure if I put it on here or not) that a reality TV type format would probably be the best bet for paintball to become a mainstream TV entity/sport/genre, as it would at least put a human face to the game many view as violent and warlike (it kinda is, more so for some people than a lot that play it, but very little violence is seen from the people who play it), as well as focusing on parts of the game that aren't going by too fast for the cameras to catch (like the paintballs themselves, which, traveling at nearly 200mph, are WAY too fast for video cameras to pick up). Unfortunately, they got it all wrong, as the parts that are supposed to be "real" are more fake than a stripper's breasts after she's finally landed herself a sugar daddy - scripted and rehearsed speeches to the camera and no real dialogue between the subject and anyone else. Plus, the whole mood of the show was off for a reality show, as it was way too excited, chipper, and high strung. Kind of like a 30-minute car ad. Or an infomercial. Not really the right tone for something that's supposed to be showing what lies behind the flashy, noisy game of paintball.
Okay, that's all I've got. Yeah, I know, haven't written in a long while, but it's been one of those years. |
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| I miss TechTV... |
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| 01:17pm 07/07/2007 |
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...don't you? My parents years ago got themselves a Dish Network as they lived in the outback of Missouri and the cable TV options were laughable, and the coolest channel possible was showing at that time: TechTV. If you have never heard of it, I feel for you, because as I'm obviously talking about it in the third person, it is long freaking gone. There is a Wiki on the subject (d'uh), so go learn up a little on it. I'll wait here.
Back? Edu-muh-cated? Awesome. So, a channel for geeks/technically-oriented people by nerds/technically-masterful folks. Died after the scum of the earth bought them out (still called to this day as G4TV - the gamer's network that had, last time I looked, about 2 whole shows worth watching... if you were bored... and it was midnight... and the remote had gone missing into the VOD - Vortex of Doom - right at the moment you landed on the channel... and you hadn't trained your pets to change channels for you on command) and disappeared into the realms of legend by all geeks and webizens everywhere. I was very much saddened, as TechTV was very non-technology-political (ie: they loved everything good despite of brand name, and hated everything that didn't work as advertised) and just chock-full of good knowledge.
So, enough of the pining for the past, let's be praising the present and future of the legacy of TechTV. First off, the most advertised is Chris Pirillo's (one of the TechTV hosts/forces of nature) UndoTV which I have yet to really look at, as when I first found the site, it only had a mission statement, and I stopped looking at it. It has since started posting tech-centric episodes. I'd say go look at it, but I really can't tell you how well it truly is.
The second offering I have is the more name-centric TechTV Forever, which itself doesn't produce any shows, but collects them from all the corners of the net into one easily browseable website. Many of the shows are by ex-TechTV hosts (just watched Patrick Norton on episode 180 of DL.TV... man, that's a lot of backlog to go thru) and others have no TechTV personalities to speak of, but many of the shows look to contain lots of interesting topics for us technicall-inclined folks.
The truly neat thing about all of these shows is that while most are video, some are audio only, and we all know how expensive bandwidth is, these are all free to watch! Free, I tell you! Apparently they all live thru extensive use of advertising moneys during the shows and scattered throughout the sites. There is a decided Windows Vista advertising presence, sadly, but I still my goodies for free, so I'll put up with the evil empire. For now.
Speaking of the evil empire, those of you who know me know that my favorite magazine for computer video games was Computer Gaming World. Well, if you were paying attention, several months ago they changed their name to Games for Windows: The Official Magazine (Ultimate PC Gaming Authority), complete with the Evil Empire's Flying Window of Doomy-Doom RIGHT ON THE FREAKING COVER!! *feh* So, as I'd already paid for most of the remaining year of subscription, I decided to give my favored reviewers a chance to prove they weren't merely lick-spittles of the Satan-Gates. (Sorry, been reading Weber & White's "Crusade" and the Satan-Khan comes up a lot.) This past month's issue, July 2007 ('cause they put it out early to us subscribers), is well worth a look just for the editor's column on the last page of the magazine as Jeff Green, Editor-in-Chief, rips Microsoft a new poop chute for their recent announcements of Anywhere Live (only for Vista) at a whopping $50/year, and Halo 2 for PC (also only for Vista). First off, Vista while it has gone Gold, still is having lots of problems, namely that you have to have far, FAR more hardware than you currently find to be just peachy on XP to run Vista at all, much less well. Second off, Halo 2 came out on the original XBox, not the 360. So, riddle me this Batman, why do we suddenly need all that Vista/DirectX 10 goodness to run something that ran well on the freaking XBox?! The first Halo looks old on my XP box, and it also ran on the XBox, I am not bowing to MS's "trap them into buying something from us just to play Halo goodness" (their entire advertising campaign when the XBox came out), and why do I want to buy Vista? XP has made me perfectly happy (the first MS OS I've paid for) ever since I got it just before SP 2 came out. But let's go back to Anywhere Live for a quick rant: *hmm* you want me to pay for a service that includes a bunch of stuff that I already get for free and have for the last decade? Okay, so if I wanted to play one of the three games currently available (the aforementioned Halo 2, the new Shadowrun which is pretty much just mediocre, and Uno... yep, freaking UNO!) against the XBox crowd, I can't do that anywhere but in Anywhere Live. *twirls finger* Whoop-te-freakin'-do. Let's play a FPS on a keyboard and mouse against a joystick-holding XBox gamer. Why? 'Cause I like shooting fish in a barrel.
Anyway, Jeff Green's rant pretty much mirrored my own rant above, which has restored my faith that while they have the Evil Empire's symbol on their cover, they are by no means lick-spittles. Go check out the rag, it's worth reading the rant, even if you just do it right there at the newsstand and put the mag back on the rack afterward.
Speaking of the Evil Empire, in another vein, my sister has been making lots of noise lately that her next desktop will not be a PC, but a Mac. Mostly due to the annoying problems she is having with spyware and virii on her current PC (though mostly I think it's where she hangs out online as I'm running XP and the same anti-virus/spyware programs she is and not having any problems on either of my 'puters, at all), and also the fact she really only needs a PC to surf the 'net, read/send emails, basic wordprocessing, and to manipulate photo images. I really can't blame her wanting a simpler machine that is friendlier (Apple does tend to focus more on making stuff really simple to use rather than MS's practice of just letting you stumble around and learning how to do stuff on your own) and less prone to online nastiness. I will probably never pick one up. Why? Gaming. Even Mac lovers admit that gaming and OS X go together like coffee and sweaty hippo nutsack - not at freaking all. Plus, how can you ever play an FPS without a right mouse button? Impossible, I tell you, impossible! And I've gone to the trouble of learning most of the ins and outs of Windows PCs, I'm not throwing that all away, along with a shitload of money, just to feel like a noob on a computer that doesn't do what I want it to. No, I'm happy on a PC, folks, thanks. But hey, just think, that's more Macs for you to enjoy.
Speaking of Apple, the new iPhone is out. It looks pretty nifty and combines a lot of things that I'd like to see in a phone. Am I buying one? Hell no, do you think I'm made of money? But it is almost exactly what I'd be willing to plunk serious money on a phone for, I'm just not going for Apple's restrictive environment. What, you think just because Apple is in direct competition with MS they're all tree-hugging, give away everything happiness? Think again, idiot, their iPod is the most restrictive, non-open media device ever, and so is their AT&T phone service. That's right: great phone with all of a handful of crappy plans on one cell service to choose from. Don't like AT&T's service? Tough, if you want an iPhone, that's who you're using. Just waiting for someone to hack their firmware so you can at least use that expensive little toy like you want to. Or, even better, waiting for the rest of the world to start coming out with competing hardware/software packages (the HTC Wizard comes pretty darn close, and it's been out a while) to drive the prices down and open up competition again. Oh well, until then I think I'm going to pick up a SanDisk Sansa for my portable music needs as well as Rockbox the firmware to get document support so I can haul my book, movie, and games list around easily while out shopping for deals.
Damn, a lot of invective today. *shrug* Oh well, back to drooling over 12ga shotguns. *hmmmm* Mossberg 500A 9 round 12ga pump. |
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| so that's what all the kids are talking about... |
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| 07:13pm 10/06/2007 |
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So after last um, week's (?) post I got just a little bit hooked on WoW and downloaded the 10-day free demo and gave it a test-drive. Let me just say that, while the X million people who grace Blizzard's servers daily do so because it's enjoyable, I'm just not sure I could enjoy a) buying the game in the first place just to, b) pay a monthly fee on top of it, and c) level grinding just so I could go to the next place a couple of million people have beat me to already. Though, if you do want to get into WoW is down to $20 brand new at WalMart, and eBay is chock full of unused copies for less. I have to admit, WoW looks BEAUTIFUL! I can't believe how good it looks, and the variety of stuff you get to do just blew me away (different talents AND skills AND trades AND the list just goes on...). I'm just too much of an ADD game player (funny, huh? OCD with the chainmail, ADD with video games) to enjoy level grinding on yet another Blizzard property when I've already got both Diablo's (and all the Warcrafts, minus the first one... *hmmm* what's it going for on eBay, I wonder?) as well as a slew of other fantasy RPGs (I've got all the first edition of NWN and expansions, and have played it for like 5 minutes... be damned but I've got a lot of PC games!) and just don't really need another time waster that also costs a monthly fee that I'm probably going to lose interest in 3 months down the line. But, if I do find myself in need of a time waster for both me and the lovely wife (along with the implied extra time and $$$ in our accounts), WoW would be an entertaining distraction. Overall my less than 10 days (one day was spent downloading and installing the behemoth, and several others were consumed by updates and real life) in Dun Morogh were rather pleasant. To all the players that helped me out and that I helped out, thanks folks! You made it pleasant! To all the idiots who begged me for money and constantly offered to duel me on a non-PvP server without even bothering to talk to me first, you're the reason those stereotypes about MMORPGs exist. Go fuck a roll of concertina wire and die.
Speaking of time/$$$ wasters, a good friend of mine tried to get me back into tabletop wargaming. And I must admit, I have some fond memories of tabletop wargaming, namely the playing of it, and no good memories of any of the other parts of it, namely the parts that have to do with the models used in the games. So, after a month and a half trying to put an army together for WH40K, and no playing whatsoever, I remember what got me out of it the first time around the block: I hate modelling, I will never be good at painting, GW's rule about if you spend points on it you have to model it is just their way of saying "open your bank accounts and wire transfer us all the money, now" and frustrating when you realize they don't offer pieces for half the stuff in their rulebooks, and speaking of the rules: you're a tabletop wargame; if you can't get the points balanced out by the 4th iteration of your overarching rules, you need to pull your R&D department out of the models area and get them on providing some fucking balance. *feh*
So, two hobbies that consume entire towns worth of geeks have passed thru my life in an amazingly short amount of time. Maybe I'll actually be able to afford the time and cash to go out and fling some paint! Yeah, right, hope springs eternal and all that, but let me tell ya: Lillies is going on right now, and I'm not there. I'm going for the last Saturday (mostly to spank some unsuspecting yabo in the Fyrd tourney that morning, 'cause other people's pain is funny) as work is consuming all of my weeks. In fact, just found out this last week, I won't be able to attend next year's Lillies either, as we'll be in the field that weekend for AT. Oh well, maybe next year will be when I finally get to attend a Pennsic, 'cause it ain't happening this year, either.
Anyway, back to levelling my Barbarian in Diablo II. Crazy monkey, he just can't stop bashing the undead and demons into smoking flinders! |
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| 06:14pm 27/05/2007 |
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Yeah, World of Warcraft. No, not playing but for some damn reason I've been thinking of giving it a try, just to see what the 500 Trillion people that are playing it think is so hot about it.
And then I run across these two videos over on YouTube: Leeeeroy Jenkins and bombing of an online funeral. There is nothing in this world that is found to be enjoyable that can't be fucked up by the idiocy of the population at large.
What can I say about the first one? The hard work and planning of so many can be fucked up by one freaking dolt. When he screamed "LEEEEROY JENKINS!" (after I crapped myself by laughing so hard and falling out of my chair), I'd have closed the door behind him and let him deal with all those monsters by his damn lonesome. Not that I know anything about what they were saying before he crapped on anyone's parade, but you can just tell how serious this planning was. And if you're really paying attention, you realize the only reason they were even going into that area was because battle-cry boy needed something from in there. They were doing it for him! "Goddamn it, Leroy, you moron!" "It's not my fault!" Not only does he suck, he also whines like a little bitch.
As for the second one, this is what I've gleamed from searching Google: a WoW clan was holding a funeral, inside the game in a PvP area, for one of theirs that had died in real life. A rival clan, got hold of the location, snuck in agents and spies into the proceedings, and fell on their gathered foes like so much wrath from heaven. First off, stupid decision to hold the funeral in a PvP area; let's just tempt fate while we're at it, huh? But still, poor fucking taste for what the rival clan did to them. The production values on the video though are really good. Watching the hunters come rushing down that underground trail with the Misfits's "Where Eagles Dare" playing and then going into "Scatman" for the attack and all hell breaking loose? Awesome stuff, there. Just wish I knew what was going on (it's too small to read anything), but just watching all the eldritch artillery land on the groups of players while the one (I'm guessing here) assassin runs pell mell through the crowd killing right and left. Still, what poor fucking taste, to do that at someone's funeral. *feh*
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| 08:07pm 09/02/2007 |
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...but a crosspost from my favorite paintball board is all you're getting from me. *feh*
Of the many projects I've got going on, Project Tippmann is one of the larger ones. Essentially what I'm trying to do is gather one of every model of Tippmann paint marker up to the A5 and C3. Yeah, I'm not going for any of the ACT, X7, or Triumph line that the new Tippmann LLC has brought out, as to me they're just not above the salt. Anyway, so I've got quite a collection so far - Model 98 Custom (my first marker ever, and still playing with it), Model 98, SL-68 I (two of these, one with the metal pump handle), SL-68 II, Pro-Lites (two of these as well), Carbine, and a .68 Special that used to be a SMG-60. Still missing a few here and there (Mini-lite, Pro-Carbine, both SMG's, and the newer A5 and C3), and working on the ones I do have to make 'em more playable. The SL-68 II is getting a 12-gram quick changer and a feed port for 10-round tubes to turn it into a stock classer. One of the Pro-Lites has become my Old Skool setup for when I just want something a little different that works - ceramic barrel, gas-thru stock, remote, and 4+1 harness carrying a CO2 tank. It draws looks like a Tribal, especially when I'm smoking people out left and right with it.
The ones I've been working on lately, though, are the two Model 98's. My M98C has lovingly earned the name Anvil for drop-dead reliability, as I've played with her for going on 3/4's of a decade now. The Model 98 is a recent purchase, a good deal found and snatched with extreme prejudice. Now I already had my M98C semi-flinger all tuned in right where I wanted her, so I really didn't need another semi-auto of roughly the same shape and performance, but I did want to grab an original Model 98 for completeness. So I decided to do something different with it and went for the ASP pump conversion kit. The best part about this (other than the "you have a Model 98... pump?" reaction I'm expecting to get) is that since the conversion kit comes with its own modified valve, I get a brand new CVX valve for the Anvil. And boy, does she need it! I think I've cycled her close to half a million times in all the years I've been flinging paint, not to mention the valve retention hole I've stripped of all threads, so she's due for a new valve. Plus, as I haven't had much time in the last couple of years to give her a good cleaning, it's a great excuse to pop her open and check everything.
So last night, that is just what I did - popped open both the beauties (the Model 98 I got is in pristine condition, doubt it's ever been played with) to start swapping parts. I had a nasty surprise when I opened up the Anvil, sad to say, as I apparently had neglected her for far longer than any sane person really should: there was mold growing in just about every crevice on that marker. I was startled at first, but then I remembered exactly when the last three times I had played with her (hell, played paintball at all) before now. February 2005, June 2005, and April 2006, and none of those times did I clean her very well before just tossing her into my paintball bag at the end of the day. Needless to say, everything was very gunky in that poor marker body. Oh well, nothing some Simple Green won't fix. And as part of this project is to strip off my nasty rattlecan job and give her a good professional powdercoating, it was going that way anyway. |
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| 09:38pm 29/01/2007 |
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| 09:00pm 24/10/2006 |
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If you haven't figured it out by now, I'm back in the States. Been back most of two months now, just been so bloody busy with everything that I haven't had much time to write in my journal. Sorry guys, haven't had much time to read your journals either, so if I missed something earth shattering in your life, I apologize. I'll get caught up on them eventually. So let's see, everything that's been going on of late: rented and moved into a house 10 blocks away from my job at the armory, bought another vehicle, getting everything ready for the wedding at the end of next month (if you didn't get an invite, it's most likely because I don't have your mailing address, send it along), and just everything else involved with moving into a new domicile, buying a new vehicle, and life in general. Planning on going to Blood of Heroes this weekend and beating mass amounts of people with sticks. Other than that, it's been so damned busy I have yet to even get air and paint into a marker and fling it even at a target. *feh*
But I'm back, alive and well, and running loose about the countryside. *muah-hahahahaha* |
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| 08:06am 10/09/2006 |
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It's official: I'M HOME!!!! =P
Let's see:
Iraq - blows goats, not a nice place to even visit, and filled with some of the laziest motherfuckers on the planet. My opinion: let's get out of Iraq, tomorrow, and let 'em rot.
Middle East - see the thoughts on Iraq. In fact, let's pull all of our troops from every foreign country for the next decade and let everyone deal with their problems by themselves. Yes, it will probably mean cutting back on the armed forces' manpower requirements, but seeing all the useless schlubs cluttering up the Army's ranks this past year, we could do with some concentrated fat trimming.
What can I say, I'm opinionated and I have a public forum to air my grievances in. Freedom of Speech, bitches.
But I'm back. More details to follow as they become available. |
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| 09:37pm 06/08/2006 |
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...but not for a whole lot longer. You have no idea how ready I am to be out of this hellhole. No idea.
Anyway, had a couple of things to share that I thought were cool. First off, I just got back from fighter practice... in Iraq. That's right, I attended a fighter practice in the middle of the Abyss of Allah's Asscrack. We only had the two rattan swords I brought back with me from leave, and some really crappy wooden practice shields and did slow work the whole time, but it was some of the most awesome fun I've had since coming over here. I'm hot, sweaty, damn near dehydrated ('cause I also had tower duty today from noon to 4pm: 116+ degree weather, 60lbs of gear, you figure it out), and I'm doing it all again next Sunday. *big happy grin*
*snort* That shit just ain't right.
Anyway, pictures of the practice are forthcoming. Hey, 5 years down the road when you just happen to stop by my house and they flash by on my screensave counts as forthcoming.
The other cool thing I've found is KeepVid. Ever watched a streamed video online that you wanted to keep, say from YouTube or Google Video? KeepVid is the answer. You may need to go to Download.com and get the FLV Player (version 1.3.3 right now, soon to be 2.0) to play the flash videos that YouTube especially is fond of. I already have one of my favorite paintball videos featuring pump guns and the Cardigans and looking to acquire some more goodness.
Which leads me to an odd question: why did I ever want to see paintball on TV? The paintball I'v seen over the last decade or so on TV has been, well, boring. Or poorly freaking done. You know, I've only wondered a little bit how the fighting in the SCA would look on TV, but the paintball on TV has obsessed more than a little bit of my time over the past few years, hasn't it? I've pretty much given up on it, though. The majority of paint flingers I don't want the public at large to see - namely, the current generation of "professionals" who are anything but - and give the rest of us a bad name are pretty much the ones we see now. Oh well, always got Web Dog Radio to fill that need. Good stuff, go check it out.
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| 10:51pm 15/07/2006 |
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Think I've used that title before, but that's where I'm at: another fucking week done and over with, another week closer to getting home, and another week of this bullshit I ain't gotta put up with anymore.
What can I say? We're in the Abyss of Allah's Asscrack out here, and I'm burnt out and ready to be done with it all. And I'm so tired of running across people who are all for the War on Terror, all hot and bothered that we aren't using enough force against this, enough threat against that, enough nukes against t'other... and yet I find a very small percentage of them are so strong in their convictions, that they've actually joined the military. Such belief you hold, my friend, it outshines the sun! *feh* Fucking armchair quarterbacks, the maximum recruiting age for the Army is now 42... WHAT'S YOUR EXCUSE?? What? Nothing? Thought so, you mealy-mouthed wastes of protoplasm.
Not that I'm bitter.
I seem to remember the country clamoring to make English the official language of America. So I'm a little behind the times... and? This old brain ain't ticking like it used to, okay? Anyway, I think this is a good idea, I think we really should have an official language. Hell, we have an official bird, why not pick an official language? Especially with language being so important to us humans, you'd think we would have gotten one sooner. But, after all that, I think we're doing it for all the wrong reasons. Let's look at some of these:
"I hates it when I has to tell that dern ATM machine that I speaks the English!" Um, okay, if you can call that English, then, yes, I guess you do speak it. However, whether or not an ATM has to ask you whether you wish to be served in English or Spanish is - pay attention to this one, kids - NOT THE GOVERNMENT'S PROBLEM!! Less government, you idiots, more laws and rules make it less free of a country. And if you're that bent out of shape because an ATM asked what language you speak, take it up with your bank. You are their customer, idiot, threaten to take your business elsewhere, and they'll fix the system. How hard do you really think it would be to have the ATM network record your personal language desire, and display it, automatically, when you slide your card into an ATM? Not that fucking hard, you knuckle-dragging, inbred hillbilly.
"I hates all them dern ferriners taking up all the jobs!" First off, how long has your family not been a "dern ferriner"? My family's been in the US for over 300 years, but I don't delude myself that I'm any better than someone who just got off the boat yesterday for that mere fact of longevity. The Melting Pot has made us great. It has made us who we are. We dare not stop that flow, or we risk becoming too stagnant, too complacent. And the jobs you're so desperate for them not to have? Seriously, bud, McDonald's is always hiring, and they don't care who flips their burgers, as they pay them all the same anyway.
Look folks, here we have a golden opportunity to help our future out: it's becoming a global economy out there. Spanish is one of the most widespread languages of our newly global society, and since the US's largest minority is Hispanic, why not go ahead and make Spanish our official second language? We're going to have to deal with the world outside of our borders better than we're doing now, and talking at least one language beyond English is definitely going to help our children do that. Why yes, I am suggesting we make it mandatory for our children to learn Spanish in grade school, kinda goes hand in hand with the whole "official second language" bit.
I could go on and on. How our country's thirst for high returns on investments is driving the lower class deeper into poverty and drawing in more and more migrant workers and illegals. However, I'm freaking tired, and need some sleep. Later.
(ps: woke up singing Come Together... yes, the Beatles' version and not Aerosmith's... had to post it) |
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First, always thought highly of Glenn Palmer but think even more highly of him thanks to this article. I'm about 5 seconds from taking a little trip to Topeka and talking to Fred Phelps about his little protests. I think he'll see it my way after I deliver him, naked, to one of these Iraqi farmers I see outside the wire every time I sit atop a tower. They seem to like their sheep and goats just a little bit more than is truly necessary, if you catch my drift, and I think a good anal rape by a smelly dirt farmer from a third-world country would be especially good for Mr Phelps outlook on life.
Not that I'm bitter.
Okay, chatting to two folks on IM, updating myself on Applegeeks, and looking at Rob Rubin's ears and tails page for ideas for some Steel Rabbit paintball decorations. Too much for my little brain. Cutting this short, love all. Go watch Robot Chicken. Thought it was stupid, but it does have glimmers of true hilarity in it. Kill Bunny - effing hilarious!! |
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| 10:39pm 27/06/2006 |
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So I called home and talked to my lovely lady, and that was very nice. Then I called over to my old unit, chatted with a variety of my old sergeants, and had an even nice surprise: they're working on getting an AGR position into my old unit, and they wanna tap me to fill it. This excites me, as I'm still looking at drawing unemployment when I'm done with this little vacation to Paradise because I'll be, well, um, unemployed. *feh* It sticks in my craw no end to know I'm coming home with a lovely lady to support, a new rental property to move us into, vehicle needs to take care of, and schooling to pay for, and I got nothing in the way of bringing in the dough at this very moment. I've applied for several (11 at last count) technician jobs in the KC area with the MONG, and that wouldn't be too bad, but technician jobs aren't known to last long and definitely don't have the bennies a full-on AGR position comes with. Caveat to all of this, of course, is the bureaucratic-minded chuckleheads up at state who haven't given the go-ahead yet for the position to me ole' unit. Of course, the rumors are flowing about that they're waiting for my current unit to get home and all our AGR-holding folks to get back into their open positions. So, knowing how slowly all this works, I'm suddenly seeing my life, post-deployment, looking like this: get home, get a technician position, drop that for an AGR slot, go quietly insane from all the shifting and moving. *feh* Pay the bills, though? Yeah, should do that, hopefully in spades. Got people depending on me. Amazing how fast that makes you grow up, don't it?
Anyway, on some far less serious notes, got some movie reviews to relate, but first, a nifty linkage for your DIY'ers in the audience. Want your own home theater? Build it yourself, and find out how over at LumenLab. The idea behind LumenLab is simple: most professionally made projectors use a proprietary (read: very expensive, 'cause it's a captive audience kinda thing) lamp that burns out way too soon. So, these folks came up with lamp that performs just as well but at the cost of being larger than the professional lamps, yet lasts about 10x as long and costs 5x less than the professional lamp. Only thing is, you gotta build your own projector. Well, not really, they've started offering their own model for $500 - still a bargain compared to most others. Anyway, check it out, lots of fun things to look at, and ideas to ponder. Sadly, my original idea of taking an acre of property in my future homestead and turning it into a personal drive-in won't work with even these large viewing areas (almost 20', in some cases) is just not enough for more than a couple of couches not very far from the screen. Still might be a possibility, though: couple of junked car frames for ambience with some nice bench seats inside, the remains of the dashboards turned into something more useable for setting drinks onto while watching a movie, and maybe hook 'em up individually for surround-sound. *sigh* So many ideas, so little time and money.
Anyway, quick reviews:
Cars - Good.
Lucky Number Slevin - Love it! Go see it!
The Break Up - Skip it.
Ice Age 2 - Buy it for the kids, but don't go beyond that.
Deeper reviews, for those who give a damn.
Cars - Pixar does it again. Their CGI gets better all the time, and their stories are still good for children as well as adults to enjoy. Is it really deep? No. Predictable? Yes. Still enjoyable? Yeah, especially if you like automobiles. Just watching and identifying all the vehicles is loads of fun.
Lucky Number Slevin - In the spirit of Usual Suspects and FIght Club, this action-packed, plot twist is good for what ails you. And what the hell is up with the wallpaper in this thing? It's straight outta the worst part of the '60's and '70's and even drove my color-blind eyes to distraction. Go watch it, you'll like it.
The Break Up - The ending was flat, all the good lines are in the commercials, and seriously, we watch movies to escape reality. I've lived thru that story a couple of times personally, don't need to watch it on the big screen, free MWR showing or not.
Ice Age 2 - Not that bad. The series isn't as good as what Pixar is doing with CGI, but pretty good for the kiddies. Not that most of you reading this is the parental type, except you, Ox. You freak.
Thought for the night: go watch Paint Your Wagon. Two of the toughest men in movies in a stage musical adapted for the big screen. Seriously. Clint Eastwood singing to the trees and nature, and Lee Marvin singing about how much he likes gold. Of course, it does have some awesome lines, like asking after the corrupted youth who spends all his ill-gotten gains at the bordello as the "future father of our country". Enjoy! |
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| 11:15pm 17/06/2006 |
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Okay, so the last post wherein I gave some quick synopsis... synopses... synopsi? fuck it, a quick run-down on the movies I've seen lately, I left out Ultraviolet. Let me give you the really short review of this movie: even though I'm trapped in Iraq with not a lot to keep my attention, I walked out of this movie 45 minutes into it. 'Cause I couldn't stand it anymore, that's why.
Okay, now the long version. First off, you've seen this movie, five times over. And not that sticking with a good thing is bad, but when the good thing is run into the ground and done without any really good storytelling or plot or character development or even special effects, your movie is crap. Movies that were ripped off by Ultraviolet: 5th Element, Aeon Flux, Resident Evil, Kill Bill, Blade, Underworld, and, last but far from least, Matrix. I'm surprised they didn't rip off the zombie genre, it's been so popular of late, but yeah, you guessed it - lots of vampires, lots of swords, lots of gunplay, and lots of special effects. Don't get me wrong, I've liked all of those things in other movies (mostly in the ones I just rattled off), but not when they're done this badly. Seriously, if you're going to watch this movie, do so to take notes, budding filmmaker, on what not to do.
Yeah yeah, some of you (*cough*most*cough*) have heard that one before, still had to share with my adoring fans, though. =P
Some days I feel like the oldest person on all of the paintball forums, because I use the classic smileys and asterisk specials (*evil grin*) instead of the cute little animated gif's all the boards have available.
And I've added a few comics to the lineup, thought you might wanna see 'em. First off, for all the Star Wars loving, Joss Whedon worshipping, George RR Martin reading geeks out there who wish they could score as easily as they pop the Eggo's into the toaster, Least I Could Do is where you want to point your browser to. Is it a great comic? No. Do I agree with everything the main character says and does? Hell no, dude needs to tone it down some and go for some quality over his very large quantity. Is it worth a look every day? Yeah. It's consistant, the art is fantastic now that their third artist has taken over, and the characters are really developed. Plus, the amazing amount of half-naked women will bring anyone who likes the femmes back day after day. And as they've kept pretty on schedule (6 days a week!) for several years, how can you pass that up?
The other new comic, which I'm still moving thru the archives, is on a subject most people tend to ignore. None of those people read my LJ, apparently, so you guys should find this familiar ground. Venus Envy (love that play on words... suck it, Freud!) is about a 16 year old MTF transsexual. Yep, all the teenage drama piled onto all of the usual problems TS's face in today's "understanding and accepting" American society. Of course, one TS ain't enough, the cast includes a FTM tranny, a crossdresser, and more lesbians and bisexuals than you can shake a big stick at. Still a good read, and the art, while very anime, ain't all bad. Definitely not safe for work (Least I Could Do skates the edge between PG13 and R ratings at all times and stays just this side of PG13, so be careful there if your boss is a prude), don't read it at the office or someone is going to be asking you about the porn you're surfing. Seriously, it's downright soft-core porn worthy at times.
Two new shirts for the fans:
save the drama for your mama
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suck it
The second one ain't original by any means, nor very witty, but having picked up "suck it, whoever!" from the lowbrow humor of Red vs Blue, what can I say? I'm hooked, and wanted a shirt that said it without defining who exactly should suck it. Or what they should suck, maybe I'm inviting them to hydrate themselves on a hot day by downing a refreshing liter of purified water. Maybe I'm laying it on with a trowel right about now, and have not an original bone in my body. Admitted, the first one ain't original, either, but I only heard it once during my 10 weeks of Basic training. Still one of my faves though, and it works outside as well as inside of the military. Yeah, you tell someone to "say Hooah and drive on" or "let's pop smoke and step" or "move out and draw fire" or "cut sling load" or "pull your head outta your 4th point of contact" and most people look at you like you just started choosing your words randomly by lottery.
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