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[02 Nov 2008|01:09am] |
I should be asleep. But I ain't.
Anyway, I could update you about my life, school, and all that jazz, or I could link you to information on how my fellow americans can get free motherfucking Dr. Pepper.
http://www.dpcountdown.com/
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[20 Jul 2008|11:23am] |
This is a nothing post, telling everybody in a position to care that they should check out Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog before all three episodes are no longer free to the internet at midnight tonight. Neil Patrick Harris, Nathan Fillion and Felicia Day all star in a musical about a supervillain as written by Joss Whedon. It is perhaps the most spectacular thing I've ever seen, and really Joss Whedon is one of those rare guys that can get you to care about characters in 45 minutes.
Plus the whole thing was made during the writer's strike as a way of showing the potential success a show could have on an internet format. So, watch it. It's definitely worth seeing. Hell, I'd even say it's worth the four bucks to download on ITunes, if it wasn't for the fact I don't have an Ipod video and I'd want to take it with me.
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| Writing is for postponing. |
[09 May 2008|02:40am] |
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Just looking at Speed Racer, how can anybody justify calling it a "Live Action" Movie?
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[15 Apr 2008|08:02pm] |
My Personality
| | Neuroticism | | Extraversion | | Openness to Experience | | Agreeableness | | Conscientiousness | |
| You do not feel nervous in social situations, and have a good impression of what others think of you, however you feel strong cravings and urges that you have difficulty resisting. You tend to prefer short-term pleasures and rewards over long-term consequences. You tend not to talk much and prefer to let others control the activities of groups. You prefer familiar routines and for things to stay the same. You can tend to feel uncomfortable with change. You will help others if they are in need. If people ask for too much of your time you feel that they are imposing on you, however you believe that a certain amount of deception in social relationships is necessary. You are guarded in new relationships and less willing to openly reveal the whole truth about yourself. In general you tend to be disorganized and scattered.
| Take a Personality Test now or view the full Personality Report.
The best Buying Pet Gifts. |
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| Roaring Thunder Punch |
[18 Jul 2007|10:06am] |
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It has, apparently, been a week since I gave you that ultimatum with a week's flex time, Phil. Your options for returning my DVDs to me are now reduced to handing them off to Lori to hand to me, which I want to happen in this NEXT week's time. If that doesn't happen, I'll see what it is I can do to get Police involved.
It seems that, somehow, you couldn't immediately grasp why I was pissed off, so as long as I'm here, I may as well spell it out.
You call me to hang out on Monday. I set the entire day aside for spending with you. You call at 9:00pm to reschedule for Saturday.
I set the entire day of Saturday aside for spending with you. You call me at 7:50pm wanting to catch an 8:20(pm)ish movie, and I decline because of the hour. You then reschedule for the following Friday.
SUNDAY, I learn from my wonderful girlfriend that you have described my behavior as antisocial, and made the claim that you had told me what time you wanted to hang out. Both of which are bullshit statements, for a couple of reasons. If you had mentioned what time you had in mind I would've been able to tell you IMMEDIATELY that it wouldn't work, because I've ALWAYS liked to be home within that timeframe. For the one, a daily chat with Lori, and for the two, because I can be dead tired anywhere from that hour on.
But the real punch to the crotch is your use of the term "antisocial" to describe me, because I didn't meet your schedule. That statement wasn't for any other reason, Phil. After having set aside two whole daylight periods specifically for hanging out with you only to have you pull out or call at the last minute, you call me antisocial. It's my own damn personal preference to not go out at those hours. Much like, oh, I don't know, it's your preference to not go drinking. Which, as I recall, Scatena called you antisocial about, which we both agreed was crap.
I'm not going to put up with your pissing and moaning when people are themselves outside of your expectations and demands. I see no reason to stand for being insulted after having set aside as much time for you as I did. In the words of one of the more prominent voices of our time, "Up yours, chump."
P.S.
The E3 Sony Media Summit was important to me. You have your Pombo, I have my Games, and I like to stay up-to-date on them. I didn't like hearing how you were moaning about me choosing my press conference over talking to you, especially considering that it was the day after I had told you I was pissed. I'm not going to change my priorities for you, Phil, stop expecting it from people.
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| First Youtubing. |
[14 Jun 2007|01:39am] |
For those of you who weren't aware, the Church of England is suing Sony over the inclusion of the Manchester Cathedral in their game, several MONTHS after the game's release. For those of you who don't know me that well, this is the kind of thing I get all uppity about, so I've been tracking the story, mostly on Kotaku. Now the people there were up in arms against the Church for making violent claims that weren't true about the game, namely the encouragement to kill fellow human beings within the Cathedral's walls, and the fact that the Manchester area has struggled in the past with gun control. All fantastically boring stuff. However, I brought up that the Cathedral was a multiplayer stage, and everybody told me I was mistaken. Naturally this ticked me off, something that again would be known to you if I was someone you knew well.
So, I posted my first ever youtube video in response. Horrendous, I know, in time I will be forgiven. But because you're all friends, and this story of law and religion and cheesed-offness interests you all so much, here's a link to said video, so you too can care along with me.
I should probably be asleep.
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[25 Apr 2007|07:43am] |
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Seems Laura banned me from her journal for having a pet peeve. Kudos for the mature decision in cutting off all contact, much better than using words. Or you know, listening. Oh, and if you ever DO feel like listening, give it a try.
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| My Day ((Late)) |
[20 Mar 2007|04:04pm] |
In which our hero decides that if he is to become a writer, he should probably write something writerly every day, then fails to commit it to completion for a week. *EDIT* And learns that indentation does not exist in livejournal.
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He came forward briskly and pulled out a chair, sitting down next to me with the authority a friend carries when they have something of importance to tell. A black man in a blacker suit with a hole at the right knee, he sat in stark contrast to my horrendously pale white skin. He looked over at me and I could tell that my initial impression of his arrival wasn’t off the mark.
I shifted in my seat to face him, glancing quickly at my computer to ensure that my character wasn’t going to die while I diverted my attention. I removed my headphones and turned down the volume, grimacing slightly at the slight annoyance that comes when I’m interrupted in the middle of a song I enjoy. I worked to hide it as best I could – truth be told, the idea of giving the impression that I was burdened with his presence didn’t sit right with me.
“Yo. What’s up?” I inquired casually, trying to not give away that I already expected it was something.
“I think God hates me,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“Well it’s not like you’ve done anything lately to make him angry, have you?”
He shrugged broadly, smallest hint of a smile at the edge of his mouth. “Nothing too exceptional.”
“So then, what happened?” I urged him on.
“Well!” he exclaimed, almost gleefully at his chance to share. “To start with, I got hit by a car.”
My pandering turned into genuine interest. “To start with, you say?”
“Well you see, I was late for my bus so I was running, you know? So I came to the crosswalk, saw people walking across, and I didn’t think to actually look at the crossing light. Anyway, I ran across.”
He used his left index and middle fingers at this to indicate the motion, all the while his right hand approaching his unsuspecting left in a clenched fist. “And right before I could get to the curb, I get hit.” He smashed his right hand into his fingers, which fell down limp in the middle of the air.
“So that’s how you got that hole in your pants.”
“No!” he exclaimed excitedly, slightest hint of anger in his tone. “No, that comes later.”
I raised my eyebrow and at the same time glanced back at the screen to ensure I still wasn’t dead. “So,” I returned my gaze his direction, “did the guy just speed off or something?”
“No, he got out of his car and everything, but like I said - I was late for my bus. I could see it already waiting at the stop, so as he got out I told him that I was okay and that I had to hurry to catch the bus. He didn’t argue and he took off, and I started limping my way towards the bus.”
“Quickly,” I offered.
“As quickly as one can limp after being hit by a car, yeah. So I keep going after the bus and it starts moving away!” I winced in understanding. “But I know the driver. He’s a cool enough guy; if he saw me, he’d stop and wait. You know how it is.”
Having acquired a casual knowledge of public transit to know that it was always the same driver driving a route on the same time period, I nodded.
“Right. So, as I chased, limping, he stopped the bus in the middle of the road. No reason for it really, other than that he saw me. So I got excited and started limp running at the bus, figuring I’d get there and he’d open the door and everything would be happy. But while I’m limping after the bus, my knee gave way and I skidded…”
At this, he got up from his chair and knelt down the floor, beginning to drag his bad knee, the one that had been hit by the car and – judging by the new information and his reenactment, across the concrete – along the floor. As his face contorted in pain and my mouth twisted into a sadistic smile, he grabbed his knee and massaged it gently.
“OW! Ow! Oh sweet God, why did I DO that!?” he exclaimed, grimacing at having made his pain worse.
I let out a chuckle as I helped him back into his chair. “You’re retarded, mostly.”
He winced and rocked back and forth for a while. “Ow. Anyway. Knee gave out, skidded on the concrete. I try to push myself up but what ends up happening is my face slams into the sidewalk. Start to get up, pushing past the pain of it all, just in time to watch the bus start moving again, thus stranding me here for the next hour.”
I sat back further in my chair, taking in what he said. “I can see where you’d get the whole God… hating you thing then, I suppose.”
“Oh! Oh no, it’s still not over,” he said, bringing his hands up to his face, framing it with his index fingers on the left and right to tell me to hush. “Right as I get up, these really cute nerd girls – you know the kind?”
Gesturing around the room with my right hand, I responded, “Like, not these.”
“Exactly. These really cute nerd girls who show up at Target while I’m working walk by, and one of them looked down at me and said, ‘Pwned.’”
I laughed. “She seriously said pwned?”
“Yes. Yes she did," he said, adding distance between words to give them more time to sink in. "So – Hit by a car, missed my bus, skidded on the knee the car hit, and embarrassed in front of cute nerd girls. And to top it all off, this hole in my work uniform that I have to get fixed. The conclusion?”
“God hates you.”
“Yes.” He sat back in his chair and remained silent for a little while. “And he owes me a hot girl with a pizza.”
“Yeah, I can see that. Girl walks in here with a pizza, hands it to you, says ‘God owes you this,’ walks out. I’d feel better.”
“Yeah.”
We looked expectantly at the doors, waiting for the next person to walk in. We waited and watched together, humoring the idea that karma could react that quickly. We waited in vain, as the next person to walk through the door carried neither pizza nor two X chromosomes, and to add insult to injury the final criteria of attractiveness was clearly violated.
“God hates you,” I said to him, turning back to my computer and beginning to play with minimal attention.
“There… might be a pizza in there somewhere.”
“You wouldn’t want it.”
He sat thoughtfully for a second, jokingly giving it consideration. “No, suppose I wouldn’t.”
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[17 Mar 2007|09:11pm] |
Ikkaku and Yumichika's voices are better picked than those of most of the captains. I'd call them very well-suited, in fact.
*waves to the world to indicate not being dead*
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[13 Jan 2007|03:37am] |
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