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Friday, January 28, 2005
winter-een-mas poll...
You may have seen this on G4's Filter but I want to know what YOU think.
Who looks better in armor?
Samus Aran - Metriod Prime
-or-
Master Chief - Halo 2
Let me know.
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is it just me...
OK, this is strange. Every once in a while when I go to leave a comment, or I want to log out to update CrewDrama, I get this "FORBIDDEN! You do not have access" message. Now, am I the only one this is happening to, or is it happening to you guys, too?
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winter-een-mas, day four...
Not much time to post. Too busy gaming. Signs of getting tired, getting worse. My eyes hurt. My thumbs are bleeding. This Winter-een-mas ROCKS!
Comic strip 2: completed...
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Thursday, January 27, 2005
winter-een-mas, day three...
Here're some things to ponder, or just a bunch of senceless stuff.
I'm starting to laugh at some of the weirdest things. Like, things I wouldn't normally laugh at. And say things I wouldn't nomally say. Like, I said "Viva la Vivi". I laughed at that for, like, 30 minutes. I think the insanity is finally starting to catch up. ...It's about time.
New song! (wish it was a little longer, though)
I think I broke my toe yesterday. I was running through my backyard at around 2 in the morning and I kicked a well hidden stump at full speed with my right big toe. It hurts.
The sleeplessness is going OK, I guess. I'm surviving off of left-over coffee and warm cream soda at the moment. I am now entering hour 39 at 12:15 am. I don't think I'll make it this time through.
I've noticed something about my posts. Every title of every one of my posts ends in dot dot dot. Even on CrewDrama. Interesting...
When you get the chance, read the quizzes at the bottom. They describe me rather well, I think.
Y'no, staying awake this long definitly gives you time to think about things. I'm glad I've shared these things with all of you.
*chuckle* viva la vivi *bursts laughing, keels over*
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Wednesday, January 26, 2005
reminder...
Don't forget to check up on CrewDrama. XP
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winter-een-mas, day two...
I have decided to stick with my fairly new tradition and go on a sleeplessness binge. Two years ago, I went 104 hours without sleep. Last year, I went 120 hours (5 days) without sleep. This year, I want to try to beat 120 hours and what's a better time not to sleep than during Winter-een-mas. Game on. The clock started at 9:00 AM yesterday morning. Let's see how that goes. Oh, yeah. Did you know that if you stay awake for more than 96 hours on your own free will (insomnia doesn't count), you're considered clinically insane? But, I'm not insane. *looks over at empty space* I told you they wouldn't believe me.
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Tuesday, January 25, 2005
www.ctrlaltdel-online.com...
Don't get the wrong idea, this isn't mine.
Twas the the night before Winter-een-mas, in one darkened arcade,
From the back came a glow, of a game being played;
The power-ups were mighty, the top score was near,
The gamer grinned wide, for Winter-een-mas was here.
As gamers 'round the world waited with anticipation,
Huddled in groups by their favorite game station;
The lone arcade gamer, with his eyes lit up brite,
Beat the high score at the stroke of midnight.
Then from the other machines, there arose such a noise,
The gamer startled and spun, clutching his coins;
As the arcade lit up, the gamer swallowed his fear
And watched as the spirits of Winter-een-mas began to appear...
Surrounded by light, they hovered in mid-air,
Such breathtaking beauty, he could not help but stare;
He knew them of course, all gamers did
And one by one, recognition sit in.
The spirit of action and adveture, the platformer great
A hero by name, and an alpha by fate;
With a whip or a gun or whatever may be,
Nothing stands in his way, with a princess in need.
Along side him he saw, a rather peculiar lad
Quiet by nature, with a desire to frag;
First person shooters are his field, his sole expertise
And no one is better, at bringing n00bs to their knees.
And he couldn't mistake, with his many bruises and scrapes
The one who beats his opponents into interesting shapes;
It's the spirit of fighting games, and that's the reason he drools,
Too many blows to the head, and kicks to the jewels.
Be it a surprise zergling rush, or skilled micro-management,
Through the fog of war, he saw the spirit that could handle it;
Empires had risen and had fallen, under his sole command,
There was just no disguising the real-time stratagy fan.
There was the spirit of the racing genre, looking ready to start,
With his goggles and racing gloves, and speed in his heart;
In a plane, or a boat, or just a fast automobile,
He's always at home when behind some sort of wheel
And as everyone does, when the vixen of roleplay he saw,
The arcade gamer had to kneel down, to pick up his jaw;
With her mana and hit points, and ten-sided die,
Many fall under her RPG spell, and never know why
And last but not least, the patron of sports games
Ailed by an old football injury, or that's what he claims;
Yard by yard and inning by inning, year after year,
They say he loves winning... almost as much as beer
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their labors
Moving quickly and quietly, without waking the neighbors;
They spread Winter-een-mas joy, and when they were done,
These spirits flew off, for seven days of fun
They took to the sky, with a whole world to travel,
And gaming spirit to celebrate, to reach the last level;
But as they departed, the lone gamer heard them exclaim...
HAPPY WINTER-EEN-MAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD GAME!
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Monday, January 24, 2005
comic relief...
Well, on a lighter note, we have a target for the first strip of the comic to FINALLY be posted. Hopefully by next Monday. The reason it's been pushed back so far is that... I'm lazy. I've been a little too caught up in nite skool and video games. But I finally have it going again. Like I typed, next Monday. One week from today. Hopefully. By the way, ONE MORE DAY UNTIL WINTER-EEN-MAS!!
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oh, for crap's sake...
I just found out that one of my best friends here at MyO is hanging up her site. Yep. She's leaving. Willow is actually leaving. Don't believe me? Check it out for yourself. If you are a good friend of Willow's, I would suggest you go and say your good-bye's. Who knows if and when we will ever here from her again. ...*sigh* damnit.
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Thursday, January 20, 2005
and the countdown begins...
5 MORE DAYS UNTIL WINTER-EEN-MAS!
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