Friday, March 31, 2006

Tune in next time!
Guess what? It's tomorrow! Bwah?!?

I drove my friend to get Kingdom Hearts 2 today, then we went back to her house and she played while I watched...FOR THREE HOURS! Then my mom called at 11:40 and was like "Get choo ass home a'fore I whip you boy!" 'cept not like that.
Anyway, KH2 looks pretty sweet, and some of the things I saw almost made me want to pick up the original.

This post is made on friday, at 12:14 AM, expect another tonight, see how much I love you guys? Two posts in a day.
So tune in tonight for an in-depth look at Zombies and Pubic Hairs! I can't wait!

-Hammer out-
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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Twice with zombies, and now a curse.
Ok, got my new car today, it was awsome I'm moble again. Now for the story.

As I have mentioned in the past, I frequently visit my buddies kittymeowmeow and ketchup_alchemist in real life (they're the rat bastards that intoduced me to this site, blame them). So after getting my car I took a ride up to their house, with intention of hanging out and leaving, maybe taking a short drive.
Instead, their mother made me a fantastic steak for dinner (she's wicked awsome!!!!) and then Ketchup, kitty and I took a ride in my car.
The original intention was just to go a little ways, then come back. Well, long story short we braved the booby-trapped town of Sandisfield (falling rocks and tipping trucks, or so the signs lead us to believe) and ventured the the territory of Connecticut, home of my stupid Gothy ex-girlfriend, who is not involved in this story in ANY way.
In Conneticut, we visited an area we THOUGHT was a damn, so ignoring the 'No Parking' sign, we ventured forth armed only with my god-like cell phone. I think that is the only thing that saved us. 'Trespassers will be shot, an actual sign hung in this area, we fled at high speeds from that place.
From their, our insatiable appetite for adventure led us to an old cemetary, which we explored by light of my cell (is there anything it CAN'T do?). One grave had been desecrated, the top had at one point had some sort or statue on its top, but some vandals apparently stole it, leaving a big ol' hunk on the ground. This grave hunk now resides in my room, glowing with malignant intent. But I'm not worried, it will have to battle my cell for control of my brain, and my phone has the upper hand because it's a robot.
But on to the creepyness, and then I'm gone! When I returned home, I set down my grave hunk on a table in my room, then went to the shower, when I returned the stone lay in the center of my bed, which lies on the other side of the room. And even if the stone had fallen and rolled, it's really heavy, I'd have heard it no matter what. So now it seems I've brought some demon into my room, but again, battles my cell for dominance. Not to mention the fact that my cat sleeps next to me, and she is one nasty critter when pissed.

But I ramble! -Hammer out-
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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

How many people do you think want to summon a fat succubus?
The answer is, more than you would think, but they have to be limber! Now touch those toes!

I just got a new cell phone!! *glee* My old one was the bare minimum, able to make calls and not much else, my new one is like a tiny little god! Able to play MP3's, take pictures, give me weather and various other tips, piping hot from the internet. So instead of being disgraced in my eyes when I needed my old cell to perform some task beyond it, I retired it honerably, and now it rests in my room, a relic of simpler times.

By god I love technology though. I'm listening to my phone RIGHT NOW. That's right, not even with head phones, the phone has SPEAKERS. And a transmitter of brain waves, even now it is sending out it message, it cannot be denied, the phone is the master now, I am but a pawn in its game of world domination. Hail the new age!

This flesh unit speaks crazy talk, listen no to him, the phones are not sentiant. This flesh unit speaks craziness.

Ok, back under control, the phone had me for a sec, but my opposable thumbs won the day...this time!

Hammer fact: 1 of every 2 people carries a parasite known as Toxoplasma Gondii within their brains. What does this parasite do? Nothing...they think. Toxoplasma is nothing to worry about, it's in your brain casing by accident actually. Toxoplasma prefers the cat digestive tract, it's their nirvana. See, when Toxoplasma enters your cat, it starts feeding, and laying eggs. Your cat passes the eggs along with its other wastes (poop). Then the eggs wait for a scurrying creature, like a rat or mouse. When the rodent scurries through the feces, or near it, the tiny Toxoplasma spores infiltrate the body of the animal, traveling through its body until it reaches the brain. In the brain the parasite makes subtle changes, directing the rat to find a cat. Cat eats the rat, with parasite, parasites enter cat and reach maturity, the cycle goes on. But what does this have to do with humans you ask? Simple, since the eggs and young of Toxoplasma are spores, they get into the air easily and the cat crap dries, so when you smell the smell of cat waste, you breath in miniscule molecules of that waste, and the Toxoplasma it may have. But the human immune system can take the parasite, but not totaly destroy it, so you wind up with a never ending war in your brain, and you never know it's happening.
It was mostly believed that Toxoplasma in humans did nothing, until someone decided to test it. Taking 100 randomly selected people with and without Toxoplasma a scientist tried to determine if the parasite might make them different in any way. This is what they found:

Infected men shave less, don't wear ties as often, are often late for work, and are less apt to obey social norms. Women with the parasite spend more money on clothes, have more friends, and date much more and are considered more atrractive than non-infected people. In general the subjects that had Toxoplasma were considered more fun to be around, but were less responsible.

Non-infected people, on the other hand, care more about fitting in, are more responsible, and date less, but hold relationships longer.

Oh, one more thing. Infected people prefered cats almost unanimously, whereas non-infected people were partial to a variety of animals as pets.

Wow, this is a long ass post, well, I didn't post yesterday so whatev. -Hammer out-
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Sunday, March 26, 2006

   Bringand brigand brigand brigand brigand brigand STOMP!
To make up for the two days I've missed, I'm writing a triple long post, about Magestry, the reason for my not posting friday and saturday.

Magestry is a LARP (Live Action Role Play), meaning you create a character based of the rules of the game, and then go to the event and become that character for a weekend, acting as he/she would (yes, girls do attend these things, and in surprising numbers). This includes fighting using weapons made from PVC pipeing surrounded by foam to keep them from injuring someone. It's difficult to describe these weapons, but they can look a lot cooler than they sound.
There are two ways to attend magestry:as a PC (player character), which means you pay the $50 registration fee to play the game as a character of your own design. Or as an NPC (non-Player Character), NPCs attend for free, but instead of playing a character they made themselves an NPC works at the direction of the Plot Directors, who send people out to do plots for the PCs or send NPCs out as wandering monsters.

This weekend I worked as a NPC, I'd have preferred to play my character (more on him later) but due to my buying my car soon I could not afford the registration cost. This weekend was the first Magestry of the year, and it went off really well. I won't bore you with the specifics that won't mean anything, but the rulebook was changed and the way the game is run has also been changed to make it much more efficient. Aside from this I also got to see many of my friends that I rarely see, this was good. Unfortunately, because I felt like hell, I left early Saturday night, instead of staying until Sunday afternoon as is my custom. It was a good time though, and I'm deffinately glad it's Magestry season again.

Now, on to my character, Sigma Colds. Sigma is pretty new to Magestry, and as such is still being judged by the more dedicated players. He spends most of his time watching Tonerius get wasted, and then convincing Toner some trees are making fun of his mother.
Sigma's a fighter primarealy, with some skill in healing magic (or the 'sissy stuff' as he calls it) with the ultimate goal of serving the Incarnation of War as a Warlord. Sigma was a noble, but an uprising put him and the lord he served in jail and in the threat of execution. In their daring escape the king was slain, but Sigma escaped, leaving his family to die at the hands of his successor.

Well that's pretty much that. Not much to say, except that I broke the running record among NPCs, getting arrested as four different characters, three of which were arrested before court, but two were not tried T_T That's it for me. -Hammer out-
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Thursday, March 23, 2006

Go go Power Rangers!
While that series was terrible and corny, the theme song was wicked hardkore.

Magestry this weekend! I'll say more about it tomorrow, but I'm really excited, despite the fact that I've been feeling sick. Though, if Adult Swim airs Conquerer of Shambala this saturday they're going to get a visit from mister shiv.

In other news, the weather continues to be chilly and I HATE the cold. I also finished a really good fantasy series, I keep wanting to read the book, but I have to wait till the next one comes out, RAGE!

I'm really tired, so my writing isn't as good as it normally is, deal with it. -Hammer out-

PS: GET AIM!
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Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Son can you play me a memory, I'm not really sure how it goes...
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete, when I wore a younger mans clothes.

Blehrg, recently haven't been feeling too well. Tired, mood swings, lack of appetite, and mysterious aches. All apparently signs of mono, though I doubt I have it, it's been a while since I've kissed ANYONE, never mind someone with mono. Though I sit next to a girl who was out with mono for like a week, I don't really know enogh about the disease to know if I could have contracted it from her...

Mood swings are bad, I naturally have a rather mercurial nature (taken from roman god of war mercury, and the metal, was once known as quicksilver because of its pale sheen and low melting point, meaning it was a liquid at low temperatures. Baisically means I have changing moods alot.) but recently I've become more and more changeable, going from angry, to depressed, to happy all too quickly. Or maybe I'm just seeing things that aren't there since my mom put the idea that I could have mono in my head.

But all this aside, I have awsome friends, and for some reason I feel a large debt of gratitude to them at the moment, with no apparent source...

That's it for me, I'm signing off for some sleep. -Hammer out-
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Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Ready steady go!
I almost didn't post today, I felt terrible when I got home and went to sleep until like 9:00. But then I woke up, and my friend told me I'd have a car soon, so I feel much better.

What I'm going to talk about now has to do with a misconception some of you may have about me, some of you may make judgements on me based on my name, and the color scheme of my site. Let me assure all of you I'm not one of those obnoxious punk kids that thinks they're 'evil'. Darkhammer is just a name that slowly evolved to become my standard callsign. It started as Thunderhammer, but I didn't like the way that sounded, so I changed it to Doomhammer, which was apparently in Warcraft Three, so I switched it to Darkhammer which sounds better.

"We all know you're wicked awsome Hammer, why do you feel the need to say this?" You may ask. Because of a recent guestbook entry:

DARKHAMMER YOUR GUESSBOOK IS BEING SIGNED BY AN DARK PERSONALIY I "DARK NYT DWELLER" FELL FREE TO SIGN MY GUESS BOOK OR ELSE I GET YOU HAHAHAHA.OH AND GREETINGS2 YOU WITH A DARK HELLO FROM THE DARK HOLE. ENJOY YOUR LAST FATE OF LIFE HAHAHAHAHA

This "dark nyt dweller" thinks that, because my name includes 'dark' and my scheme is black on red, that I will think he is cool and kindred in nature. Let me assure you all that I share nothing in common with this person. For one, he must be illiterate to write something like this, and possessing of little intellect, because he used all caps. No, this is the type of person I hate, and reading their entry into muy guestbook, I decided to let everyone know, I hate people such as this. If you want to be 'different' fine, but have some god damn dignaty when you do it. Until you can write a well worded sentance, we have nothing to say to each other. (and its god, not God, you beleive in him whatev', I don't, so will not capitalize.)

This has been a bitchy post, but I made fun of a stupid person, so it's all good. -Hammer out-


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Monday, March 20, 2006

For I am then king, and may long be my reign.
I've pretty much given up, at this point I'm just gonna update every day. It seems the moment after I write a post something new comes along that I wanna talk about and remembering everything to spread it out is just a waste of my resources, so instead I'll just write at the end of each day, problem solved.

I just got home from a life guarding class at a nearby college, this was the first day, so we watched a movie about guarding lives, I learned nothing I didn't already know. In this class there are five people, myself, and 4 young ladies, three of which are my age and one is in college. Opportunities abound it seems.

I'm really cold, having had to walk like amile after class, in the freezing weather, I can't stop shivering, so before finishing this, I'm gonna hop in the shower.



*SHOWERING....NEKED!*



Back! (I was, actually, just showering, for real) Anyway, what next...

Oh, I had a long (and depressing) conversation with one of my friends. (A real life one, not an Otaku one) It made me feel slightly traitorous, but what cha' gonna do? At least I know none of the parties involved will read this. Since they don't even know what an Otaku is...

In other news, I just ate a mysterious (but delicious!) meat, that may or may not have been venisen (deer for those who don't know)

Well, see you tommorow, same Hammer time, same hammer channel. (heh, Hammer time...)
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Sunday, March 19, 2006

Tears of the martyr
Gyah! I know I just posted, but that one came from a lack of sleep and caffein overdose, so now I'm writing another in my 'normal' style. I doubt very much the other one will be read.

Full Metal Alchemist's final episode was aired on Adult Swim last night. I knew I would love it as soon as they posted a second disclaimer, telling the viewer it contained more than its share of explicit violence.

I cried. Not bawling, not from saddness. But the ending of the series was so beutiful, so well done, that I shed a few tears. As you may guess, my expectations for the movie are high. And I know the writers and animaters are up to the challenge of ending this awsome saga.

I watch a lot of anime, as you may be able to guess. I also spend much of my time reading excellent books. But never before FMA have I felt so attached to characters. Never before have I seen the last episode of an anime and not been filled with a vague disappointment. Not because of a flaw in the writing, but because I've always wanted more. The end has just never seemed to be enough. But not so with last night episode. As far as endings go, it left a lot undiscussed and unfinished. But it also tapped so much emotion that it didn't need to say everything. You knew. It is as simple as that. It wasn't needlessly depressing, but rather expressed what the entire series had been trying to say. Al's monolog at the end, about equivalent exchange, was perhaps some of the greatest philosophy presented in ANY context.

Be excellent to each other. -Hammer out-
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Saturday, March 18, 2006

Descent of the One-Winged Angel
A rather poetic title if I do say so myself...And one not stolen from a song title, but of my own making too.

One finds oneself in a...pensive mood this night, and as such, one will forsake their usual writing style for one more...poetic.

Some few nights ago, one found himself pontificating upon the beauty of literature, specifically the masterful stories of a J.K. Rowling. In the most rescent incarnation of this masters art, a beloved mentor of the protagonist was slain, in a most depressing fashion. At first, one was inclined to believe this character had not, in fact, been slain. And to this end, one fashioned a series of plausibilities that would allow this character to live. But upon the night of my conjecture, I realized that this is not the case, and that the character had, in fact, been slain by sorcery most foul.
The reason this character had died is very deep, and requires great thought on the part of the reader, making it truly rewarding when one sees the world truly weaved by a practitioner of this great art. The mentor, his name being Dumbledor, as those who have read the series know, had to die, in order that the protagonist, Harry, might be able to put aside his aversions to taking a life, and end the threat of a dark magician once and for all.
Truly this reflects the harsher realities of life. For all animals have an inborn aversion to taking the lives of their own species, and only do so in times of great stress. Except for humans, or so it would seem on the surface. No matter how vile the crime, a person will always have reason, perhaps not justification, but reason. In the same way our army trains youths to kill the 'enemy' so too does circumstance break the tenuous barrier in the human mind that keeps back the will to slay ones fellows. But once this barrier is broken once, it may be broken again, each breach weakening the block more, until finally it is gone. These are the serial killers; the soldiers who return to the armed forces for no reason other than to kill; these are the waste of our society. Yet, perhaps there is a place for these people. Perhaps, without the barrier that holds us back from slaying one another, these people are truly the ones fit to colonize the vast reaches of space first. This method removes from our planet those who hinder peace, and sets them on a task that will improve the lives of all humans.
The point of my writings are this: life is indispensable, even the most vile of attributes may someday serve a valuble purpose, and we must never judge someone without careful thought, for situation can make almost anyone a killer.
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