Friday, January 28, 2005

Fiddlededee.

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Shin- Regular football is better. By a lot.

James- You do it through Photoshop, or another image editing program. The Sims 2 website has a tutorial on it.. It can be found here. There's no easy way to do anything that involves 3D things, such as hair or stuff sticking out of the clothing, though.

Tony- Yeah, I watched it on Apple. The story didn't seem that appealing, but it looks great (visually), and it's Tim Burton.

Mal- I know I am.

Shin- Let's see you operate five sets of keyboards and a hell of a lot of pedals and see how you like it after that.

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I had a lot to talk about, but it's all a blur right now. I guess I'll go like I always do: Recalling what I can, and breaking off into tangents.

After I reached my AR goal, the shackles of that atrocious system were torn from my bookshelf, if just for a short while. I'm going to take this oppurtunity to read non-AR books that I want to read for enjoyment. I started with The Andromeda Strain, which I decided to put off until I can use its AR points (I need to ration these things, you see), and I switched it out for 2010: Odyssey Two. I haven't gotten very far yet. After all, I have no reason to rush it.

Looking back, there are a lot of well-forecasted predictions in these books. In the book, they were talking about a devestating earthquake / tsunami that occured in the year 2005. Sure, it may be a couple months off, but that made me applaud coincidence.

I forgot that book at home today, though, so I had to pick something up out of the crappy "class book box." Most of the books are from the teacher's college days, which is fine, but they're all sort of yellowed and torn and have notes all over them.

For a laugh, I decided to pick out the Malcolm X autobiography. What else could make me howl like a lunatic? It's Malcolm X.

Moving on..

This has been dubbed "Substitute week," because all of the teachers had to go to this conference somewhere about new teaching techniques. Nobody really used it, except my science teacher, and when she used it.. Dear God, it was madness.

The school board seems to have decided that students learn things best by repeating them, and by hearing the fact twisted around in various sentence forms.

"Today, class, we will learn about the three forms of matter."

"..Okay?"

"Repeat after me. We will learn about the three forms of matter."

"*some people repeat*"

"Good. Again."

"*more repeating*"

"Now, how many forms of matter are there, [random student]?"

"..Three?"

"Very good. Now, let's repeat again."

"..."

As this is going on, we are all looking at each other with the typical "wtf?" expression. I mean, seriously, this deserves a real wtf. We covered a 25% of what we normally could have completed if we did our regular note-taking dealie. This is an advanced eighth grade science class, not remedial third grade science. I really hope we don't have to do that again.. It was messed up. It made for a lot of good jokes, for the rest of the day, though.

Our Constitution note-taking is finally over. We only took notes on four of the seven articles (we summarized the last three), so I guess it's back to regular work now. Boo. I could get away with doodling and reading I Feel Sick during that.

Now we're doing the Bill of Rights. Whoop-de-doo. All this does is remind me of that recent episode of The Simpsons where they got sent to federal prison for being unpatriotic. They had to watch an educational video about how great the Constitution is and how bad the Bill of Rights is.

Silly Federalists, eh?

Math's easy right now. Either my teacher's toned down her.. Enthusiasm, so to speak, or we've been numbed by her craziness and can't tell her from any regular teacher anymore. I think it's the latter- I noticed how she graphed lines on the overhead with the enthusiasm of a varsity football coach.

I've been doing a lot of surreal, symbolic sketches in art. My personal favorite at the moment is four mini-drawings that basically symbolize telephones and why I dislike them. I think it would be a lot better as photography, though. That would be one photography project I would actually want to do.

We smashed this team of seventh graders into the ground in frisbee football today. Our team only consisted of four people, but they're people of worth. One is tall, one is athletic, one (me) is relatively good at catching, and then there's one who doesn't do jack shit (you know who you are). It was probably forty to six at the end. There was no point in counting- it was obvious who was winning, you know?

I hung out at my friend's house after school, as usual. It wasn't just a dull game-playing marathon, though- somebody else had rented Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on DVD from Blockbuster, and let this person borrow it.

Later on, I found out that this person had fallen into the trap of the "No more late fees" commercials. The late fees aren't there, if you sign up for a prepaid monthly plan, not if you just randomly dish out five bucks for a movie. She didn't know that. She's had this VHS tape for three weeks now. I laughed at her.

Anyway, the movie itself was amazing. It's a hundred times better than Garden State and Napoleon Dynamite combined. It's one of those thought-provoking movies, where I was actually spending time trying to figure out what the hell was going on. We rewinded a hundred times to notice subtle little messages that were put into various shots.

And that is a good thing.

(It had Kirsten Dunst and Kate Winslet, too. ~_^)

I'd like to write a little mini-essay on the movie, if I ever get the chance to do a school assignment where I can actually choose what the hell I'm going to write about. Oh, and I need the DVD. My circulatory system will fail if I don't have it.

It was refreshing to see Jim Carrey do a "different" role. He's always essentially the same character in every movie he does. In this movie, his character is pratically the opposite of his typical role- quiet and introspective (He's still crazy, though. *nods wisely*). The great thing, though, is that he's not pitiful or laying on the angst by the pound (liter, maybe? I think angst should be measured as a liquid). We sort of realized how this Joel fellow is really a mixture of our two personalities. With each little thing he did, we could relate that to either my friend or me. It's fun to laugh at how much we suck.

One of my gripes about Garden State was that it wasn't funny. It was just a story with twinges of brilliant comedy shining through. Eternal Sunshine basically follows that formula, but the story is so much more entertaining. I highly recommend it.

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I just realized something.

Eternal Sunshine.

Eternal Darkness.

Like, omfg!!1 I wonder if they were based off the same quote.

..God, I really need to work on my closing sentences. There should be something witty here, but there isn't. I need good blog lessons, or something..

EDIT: I always find these things after I do my updates, for some reason.

EDIT 2: Conspiracy websites are some of my favorites, simply because of how outrageous most of their claims are. This is a prime example, compiling in a very long and rambly article about the thousand reasons Walt Disney was an evil man. There was something about Satanism, a black Shirley Temple, and aliens, too. You can tell the people who wrote this have worn their tin foil hats for a little too long.
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Wednesday, January 26, 2005

I'm just a has-been that never was.

New project:

Shin Megami Tensei skin in The Sims 2. The main character's tattoos, basically. I've done the back of the females so far.. It's going smoothly. Very smoothly. I'm very excited.

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James- The thing is, I suck at building houses. No matter how hard I try every architectural endeavor I take goes horribly wrong. I'm much more into doing character skins, myself. I'd definitely have a thing or two to say in a thread about that. ^_^

I'll make a note about the all-day steamy Sim sex spree, too.

Shin- That's because of all of those newfangled games you played! Damn kids.

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My friend and I discovered a delicious treat the other day: Fundip powder over ice cream. At first it is unbelievably delicious, but after a few bites a deep, throbbing headache sets in and you want to kill yourself.

But it's TASTY.

I think my piano teacher has given up all hope with me. Today she said that she came to the conclusion that I do piano for my own personal enjoyment, rather than for a future career or competitive playing, so she's not going to be as much of a stickler with me. While that casual playing part may be true it made me feel sort of inferior. Oh well.

We played frisbee football today (o_O) against a bunch of short, scrawny/obese seventh graders. We had a lot of people on our team, and so some of us had to play on their team.

There was this one kid who was also switched that turned out to be pretty good. We joined forces and dominated for a while, but the opposing team- my own countrymen- decided to go bossy and ghetto and shit and take over. As long as the eighth grade team wins, I suppose.. In retrospect, I should have sabotaged it.

I'm too tired to say anything else. Later on, dudes, dudettes and Azure.

EDIT: Has anyone else seen the trailer for that new Tim Burton movie with the Nightmare Before Christmas-style visuals? I think I mentioned this yesterday, too. I suppose memory really is the first thing to go as you get older. ~_^
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Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Haul it back.

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Shin- I don't blame you. This was a three-episode 99-cent compilation thing from some third party that you'll never hear about. We also got a Beverly Hillbillies one.. They couldn't get rights to the main theme song, and they had to overdub it.

Solo- We made elaborate snow-doodles with our fingers on the backs of cars, though. I did the Mona Lisa on some random Civic in the mall parking lot.

Azure- If I had a lot of time on my hands, I would either Photoshop or draw an image where the camera looks as if it's planted in the guy's face, replacing his eyes and stuff. But that's just my hopeless creative drive talking.

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I haven't been in a very good mood today, for a few reasons. I'll be brief, because we all hate people who whine and moan about how much their lives suck on blogs.

REASON ONE: Grades? What the hell? I'm Nick, I haven't gotten under a 4.0 GPA in under four years. LOOK AT THE SIDEBAR. Oh well, these things happen. My main problem right now is in English- I forgot to finish this big workbook assignment a week or two back. I did not know it was worth so many points. Bad grade for Nick. Also, I forgot this grammar booklet last week, and when I finally recovered it and turned it in, she decides to not count it, because it's over a week old.

This rounds out to about a 69.7% in that class. Go, me.

I'm managing low A's in science and math (Again, because of botched / forgotten work), and I'm doing fine in Phys Ed, History and Art.

"And they all care.. Why?"

REASON TWO: Social life. Hah, like I even have much of one. It's been more of the same problems for the past few weeks, and I'm not about to repeat them again, but I'm hoping this all shows some sort of resolution soon. I'm tired of it.

REASON THREE: Fatigue. I never get enough sleep. I think, on average, I get about.. Five hours a night, at most. At night my mind gets too filled up with ideas for drawings, stories, and stuff like that, and I find it hard to calm myself down and just pass out. This makes the first two periods of the day my fight-the-nappy-time time.

REASON FOUR: Death in the family. I think I've only met this person once, but I've heard a lot about this person, and the rest of my family is devistated by her death. Like so many people on my dad's side of the family, it was because of breast cancer. My parents were going to fly out to Kentucky (or wherever these people live) for a couple days, spontaneously, but I guess that's not happening. Oh well, she's better off.

REASON FIVE: People. [/angst] People can be such stupid assholes sometimes. The primal urges to hurt those who offend me are showing up more and more often recently, but I write or draw to suppress them. How horribly Jhonen of me.

REASON SIX: My mom seems to think I do drugs at my friend's house every day after school. She has this idea that I have thi weird smell on me every time I come from his house. The truth is, that guy's house just smells funny. Get over it.

REASON SEVEN: Uh.. Actually, I'm out. I had a more organized list earlier, released to one specific person, but that period of time was a blur. I'm pretty sure this wasn't interesting to read, anyway.

Things will get better. The grades will even out, assuming I don't slack off, I'll gather my fragments of a social life and sort them out, and so on and so forth.

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I finished 2001: A Space Odyssey over the weekend, and I took the AR test today. I finally reached my required number of points, so that's one less thing to worry about, I guess. As for the book itself, the ending was definitely the best part, and it made me want to see the movie. I also recognized five or so different references from other forms of entertainment (Futurama), so that's cool.

I haven't had much time for games the past couple days. I haven't made any progress in Resident Evil 4, or any other game with goals, for that matter. The Sims 2 has been my way of zoning out. In that, however, I have made substantial progress, though my Sims are sterile or something. They've tried for a baby three times, but nothing's happened. I've considered adopting, but I want to see the mixing of the genes.

I leave you now with this image, an immortal monument to my dry sense of racial humor.

Keep in mind that not all of my town looks like this. o_O

EDIT: This is.. One of those things.
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Monday, January 24, 2005

That poor man's spine..

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Ken- These blocks are big, mind you, and after a day of running around a convention center your feet tend to hurt. Badly.

Alex- As far as I'm concerned, Eminem is already dead. His new album was a predictable joke.

Mimmi- Too bad they're penciled sketches, not paintings, eh?

Shin- Wow, a little late to comment, are we? ~_^

GhostHero- Airsofts aren't paintballs. Note the lack of paint.

Azure- No, Azure, I'm not Man-Faye.

Stacie- I'd rather not participate in the madness. o_O

Mal- What, did they shoot you?

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Ken- You should draw and scan something anyway. It would end up hilarious, one way or another.

Azure- God, Azure, get some new material. You're as predictable as Resident Evil 2 AI.

*rimshot*

Shin- DRAMATIC REVERB..

Wait, TheOtaku articles? What of?

DDG- Nor have I.

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I take back everything I said about Resident Evil 4 not being that scary. The shock value with the dual chainsaw girlies and the cult leader mutant dude is so immense.. As Leon would say, muy bien.

Or some other corny phrase that Capcom would use. And there can't be any commas, either.

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Nothing else to say, but I took pictures. Bwee.

Keep in mind that some of them are from December in Pittsburgh- I hadn't gotten around to transferring them. Sue me.

The new computer. Note that this is not near anything I wanted in the case. It's totally different, though the temperature readout is handy.

The front. There's the temperature readout, and that odd sound card add-on thinger. Thankfully, it has a firewire port on it. *gazes at the iPod lovingly*

Alien fan..? This is where I got the inspiration for that jab at imitation Alienware in that Pimp My Comp comic a while back. It's so unclassy to use aliens.. If it's not genuine Alienware.

Eew, insides! Initially, I didn't want a side window. The glow is kickin', though, and it's fun to look at the inner workings when I'm waiting for things to load.

Look at that. So innocent-looking. But I don't trust him. There's just something about those ears..

It hurts my eyes. Keep in mind that we have no affiliation with the people who live here. This was just insane enough to justify picture-taking.

It's like some sort of holly jolly regime.. I wonder what these people do for Halloween.

Aww.. Now that's a nice house. It looked a lot better without the.. Uh.. Blur. That's what I get for hanging out the window of a moving car and trying to take pictures of things, as if I was Ghost from Enter The Matrix.

Pretty painting. Ignore that guy there.. God, he just wouldn't get out of the shot.

God must hate me. This White Stripes CD case was broken before I even opened the thing. I have a history with destroying CD cases.. Though most of the time it's not my fault. It's the packaging companies, for putting on all those retarded stickers.

Sick jokes? My parents think I'm way too dark, so they got me an Andy Griffith DVD. It cost them 99 cents. I exchanged it for gum. Also, note the cool keychain. If anybody can identify what it's from, they get a special cookie with a secret ingredient.

OMFG SNOW. This was the extent of the snow we got.. Pretty lame, no?

A little better. This reminds me of seeing all of these kids waiting on the corner in the frigid cold for the bus. Hah, losers.

There he is again. He's just plotting something, can't you tell? It must be dinnertime or something, judging by where he's standing.

Fine art, dang it. I made this on my two-year-old cousin's magnadoodle. That is the coolest thing ever.

From Pittsburgh, we now move on to my room back in good old California. These pictures are from yesterday.

Serenity. It's my cat! Sleeping on my bed! With that unbelievably lame fish pillow! I disrupted her nap for this picture, and now I feel bad.

Holy mother of Bart! Yes, I have a real, authentic Radioactive Man comic book. Worship me.

Decoration. Note the cool LOTR bookends. One of them has a knack for being abused, and has lost a head and a hand. My excuse is that it's from the fourth age, not the third, and that it's something you'll just have to come to accept. I also have a dead bonsai plant that I've given up on.

Fear! My closet holds many deep, dark secrets of my past. And clothing, too.

Tres Musique! This was the only way I could listen to my MP3s (aside from my computer) for quite some time. It's the only CD-R compatible CD player in this godforsaken house.

. This is my desk, where I kill myself over math homework every night. You can kind of see my school ID, and my cool, modernistic five-bulb bendy lamp.

You call that organization? I do. This is how I keep track of my drawings, from the two-second sketches to the elaborate five-day projects. I used to write little self-criticizing comments on the sketches, so I could see what I had to work on more. I go through these drawings every once in a while, just to see how far I've come.

The manga/graphic novel shelf. The sad thing is that this shelf used to be filled with good literature. That was before I discovered manga. My Gary Larson compilation book is on the shelf below this.

Why brag? Those are my blue ribbon medals from the regional Science Olympiad tournaments of fifth and sixth grade. It's this huge sciencey thing held at CSUN every year, and both years I was there our school got the gold. There's my AX 04 ID, hung just as proudly.

Anonymity. Why, who is that devilishly handsome young man with the camera?

My gear. These are really cheap IKEA shelves, hung right about the computer. They suck because I forget they are there and I hit my head on them a lot.

My workspace, now. The wires down there used to be a LOT worse. Then we got cable organizers, which toned it down a bit.

GODS. Every last one of them.

And that's it. Now that I have discovered how amazingly easy it is to transfer pictures with XP, you can expect to see a lot more images. Most of the time I don't do it because it takes FOREVER on Kodak "Easyshare." What a red-faced lie of a program name.

EDIT: Hm, this- looks like a movie I'm going to end up seeing, regardless of reviews, just so I can do a rant about claymation versus CGI. Plus, it's Tim Burton.
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Saturday, January 22, 2005

What is up with all of the lame fanart recently? I remember, back when myOtaku was young, a ton of really awesome art showing up in the fanart section. I would spend hours rating things.. But I look at it today and I see a wasteland of crappy Yugioh sketches.

Wtf, mates?
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Friday, January 21, 2005

But all the M's on the M&Ms are so similar.

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Shin- This makes me want to play Silent Hill. I bought this game so I could shit my pants out of horror.

Mimmi- Oh, you are too kind. Or understating. Whichever comes first. ~_^

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Azure- I think I'll take that as a compliment.. o_O

Ken- We hates the conservatives, yesss..

Oh God, this is a Gollum reference, huh? It's become a part of my daily vocabulary (in private, anyway). I hardly notice it anymore.

Shin- If only our society was based upon who could make people look most. Then I would be the king of Yorkshire.

DDG- I was up all night planning this, you see. Hard work pays off.

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This is.. Interesting.

(See how I avoided offending anybody?)

The Beastie Boys doing the credits theme for NBA Street? Oh God, I can just imagine them as unlockable characters. All the old-school trash talk and silly moves. Oh God, I would buy the game just to see one of them go "POW!", or something like that, and bust out some break dance moves.

..Yeah, that was a pretty sad way to cover up my lack of stuff to say, huh? I Love The 90's has been throwing off my schedule, and when I watch that I forget about what happened about what happened in the past twenty-four hours, and remember everything that happened in the past ten years.

"Heh heh.. Thighmaster."

"Heh heh.. Camp Fear."

"Heh heh.. The death of Tupac."

"Heh heh.. Unabomber."

That pretty much sums up my response to the show. I was sort of surprised that they started cracking jokes about Tupac, because.. Well, the dude got killed. They had a nice little dedication for Kurt Cobain, though. I suppose nothing is sacred.

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My brother bought an airsoft. It's basically a (comparatively) painless paint ball gun, for you people with better things to do with your lives. The point of the thing is to have little shootouts with other people, but my dad is being excruciatingly.. Firm on this subject.

Shooting standing targets is not as fun. I get more kicks running back and forth in my room making cool poses with the gun.

It's spring-loaded, which means that you have to cock it every time you pull the trigger. It's quite the pain in the ass.. I've been recommending CO2 ones for a long time, but nobody listens to me when it comes to potentially letahl firearms. Go figure.

I used to have a friend that was a big airsoft junkie. He was the one that actually introduced us to it.. From what I hear from other people, he has a freaking armory of those guns. Glocks, shotguns (twelve AND nine-guage), grenades.. Rumor has it that he dished out $150 or so on a sniper rifle.

I really hope my brother doesn't get that into it. He has a knack for wasting money and, quite frankly, I'd rather manipulate him into buying video games I want with that cash.

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My art teacher's been pressing us to turn in work for the past two days. I turned in this one I did in about twenty minutes (a doodle of some anime dude brooding over a painting he can't finish), and another one (more surreal, semi-abstract) I did in one and a half periods. I was sort of proud of the first one, and I wanted to scan it, but now he's submitting them all to some "literature-and-arts" magazine the journalism class is putting together. I don't have a chance to scan anything.

Speaking of scans, though.. I did finish that Stella Deus one. The head is malformed, when compared to the original drawing, but other than that it's spot-on. Expect to see it tomorrow.

But don't expect anything interesting to be on here. There's never anything good on here. You should know that by now.

EDIT: The first Anime Expo observation of the new year. Woot.

The official AX website recently updated their website with a hotels page. I had no idea the Marriott was so expensive. I'm thinking about going with Coast Anaheim instead.. It's cheaper, and they have some pretty sweet room features.

Not that I ever spend much time in the hotel room. All the action's down on the first floor, biznatch.

At the same time, though, this trades off accessibility, somewhat. Half of the action takes place in the Marriott, and the Coast Anaheim is an entire block away.

OHHH, MY LIFE IS SO HORRIBLE. MARRIOTT OR COAST ANAHEIM!? SOMEONE PLEASE END MY SUFFERING!!11
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Thursday, January 20, 2005

Hahaha.

Made you look.
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Wednesday, January 19, 2005

All I want is what you need.

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Mimmi- Um.. Eventually. The stuff I learned will probably show up in my next myOtaku theme.

Patience, Mimmi, patience.

Alex- Ew, I don't like omelets.

..Food ones, anyway. I'll play HL2 or Perfect Dark anyway.

Mal- Hm.. Nah. :P

Tony- Well, it wasn't that great compared to the best Simpsons episodes of all time.. I just saw it as a step back in the right direction.

Or maybe I'm just desperate for the series to redeem itself.

Karmi- See? We older siblings need to stick together.

Shin- He was also the ringmaster of my ancient and decrepit MP3 gallery, remember?

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Hm, that's the first time I forgot to update in a while. I don't think I forgot as much as I had nothing to say. I know that almost every single day I say that, but yesterday there was literally nothing.

And that is because I was playing Resident Evil 4.

Yes, I finally gave into the temptation and pressure that had been forced upon me from all sides- friends, media, voices in my head.. They all screamed "RESIDENT EVIL 4" in unison, and I obliged.

I had a gift card for Gamestop anyway, no?

As I had hoped, the game rocks, but I can't quite rate it in the same way that a lot of people can. Resident Evil is a well-known, long-established franchise, and while many of the people who have been looking forward to this game have been fans for a while, I have never touched a RE game- or any game labeled simply "survival horror," for that matter. Sure, I've had my fair share of scary moments in games (Half-Life 1 still scares the shit out of me sometimes), but I've never actually played something like Eternal Darkness or Silent Hill or Resident Evil.

Considering how the fourth installment is hardly related to the rest of the series, I can't compare and say which improvements I like most. All I can say is that it is fun.

Surprisingly enough.. It's not all that scary. The initial feeling that you get as you first enter the bleak, gray climate was great, and seeing.. A couple of things I'm not going to describe (for the sake of spoilers), were creepy at first, but again, I was more scared by single headcrabs in Half-Life 1.

Not to detract from RE4 at all- I've only played for four hours or so (just after the Tolkien-ish troll thing), and scarier things are bound to come up, but for now it's no different from most games I play these days in that sense.

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The new season of I Love The 90's is up and running, but I'm not that thrilled with it. Maybe it's because it's still in the early years of the decade, back when I knew jack shit about pop culture, or the fact that it's the second time around for this decade, giving them less to run with, but so far it's not that amazing.

Michael Ian Black, Hal Sparks and Mo Rocca are still funny on a level that our feeble human brains are incapable of fully understanding, though. Those guys are insane.

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Know what's the only thing worse than being forced to play frisbee football with a bunch of unenthusiastic, uncaring ghetto people who do nothing but use the frisbee as a weapon?

Being forced to play frisbee football with a bunch of unenthusiastic, uncaring ghetto people who do nothing but use the frisbee as a weapon after running for ten minutes in the blazing sun.

That's all I have to say about school. Go, me.

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My subscription for Electronic Gamer finally got through, it seems. I got my first issue today, and it was entertaining enough. As with most magazines, it only held my interest for about fifteen minutes, and I'm probably not going to pick it up again, but whatever. My Entertainment Weekly subscription died anyway, so I need something else to keep me mindlessly entertained for brief periods of time.

[tangent leap]

Speaking of the Postal Service, my copy of Excel Saga volume five should be here tomorrow, if it gets here on time. That should be pleasant. At this point, I'm not in it for the jokes as much as I am for the art. There's something about Rikdo Koshi's character designs that strikes a creative chord with me- it inspires me to draw more than most manga.

[tangent leap]

Speaking of drawing, I had to do this huge drawing for art tonight. I was supposed to do some big art project I wasn't even informed about, and the teacher sprung the fact that it was due today. I got an "extension," though, and it's done now.

Thing is, while my heart was in the right place, the drawing itself blows. I might just use that De Stijl drawing instead. Shows what kind of dedicated artist I am.
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Monday, January 17, 2005

I'm coo-coo for contraband!

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Shin- It's okay now. Two of the sixes are sevens. :P

Mal- I know numbers. Yay.

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Is it sad that I have more to talk about on school days than on the weekend? After all, the only thing I really ramble on about Monday through Friday is school, and I'm sure that is not very interesting. On the weekend you're supposed to do things. You're supposed to have fun. You're supposed to do something memorable.

Yesterday was an exception, but today I am out of it. I spent my day moping, playing games and going on Photoshop tutorial sites.

And oh, what tutorials there were. I learned a hell of a lot of things that I've been trying to get Syk and Azure to teach me for ages (grr), and they're all such simple things. I blame them for my max levels of suckage.

See? Azure FABRICATED this just for the sake of mocking me. It's all part of my conspiracy theory, which, when printed out, totals to about 50 pages.

With font size ten.

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In other news:

HAH. Ha ha. Hell yeah. Suck on that, Bungie. Halo 2 didn't even get honorable mention.

It's odd how I treat that game, isn't it? I have no problem with most crappy games (though some are worth beating repeatedly with a stick), but I think I hold most of my beefs with overhyped titles. I realize that most of the time I root for the underdog (Azure, if you mention Eva I will stab you), and whenever an average title is rocketed to immense levels of acclaim be it because of corporate backup or a couple biased reviews, the said title becomes my prey.

Unfortunately, I'm not good with these things, so a lot of it is just light prodding with non-harmful objects.

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The new episode of The Simpsons tonight was so much better than the rest of these new episodes. It felt fresh, and unique, in the way that it blended political satire with genuine Simpsons-esque character humor.

For those of you who didn't see it (see: Everyone), the companies of Springfield all decided to pull their workers' medication coverage, and Homer and Abe became local heroes for smuggling drugs in from Canada.

It was quite good. The way it was executed reminded me of Futurama.

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My brother's all pissy because he wanted to play The Sims 2 today but I was a horrible person because I was learning kickass Photoshop techniques. He decided to drag my parents into it, and they sanctioned tomorrow as his "day to spend all of his time on the computer and not you" day. So don't expect me to be online much tomorrow. I'll probably spend my day drawing and reading 2001.

Until next time, boys and girls, this is Uncle Sennen telling you to brush your teeth, respect your parents and bow to the corporate figureheads.

..Bow, dammit.
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Sunday, January 16, 2005

Bittersweetacity

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Mimmi- Interpretation.. Right. <_<;

Shin- I was thinking about using The Air Near My Fingers, too.. That one's a close second for me.

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What the hell is up with all of these weird made-up word titles I've been making? I guess that I just haven't been enthusiastic enough to spend more than five seconds coming up with a decent title.

What a moot point. Hell, that's all blogs are.

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I woke up to the sound of a friend on the phone asking me if I wanted to go to this surprise party for another friend.. I gladly said yes (I figured I wasn't invited), got on some clothes, ran over to the mall to find a gift (A bunch of tasty-looking chocolate), came back home, and played Half-Life 2 for a bit..

Barney's lines are my favorite in the game by far. He's rather smarmy, and he's got a lovable sense of humor, but his voice actor is sort of hokey at times. It's almost as funky as Alex's dad- he sounds like a soul singer or something.

But back to today.

After switching jackets (I need more of them, I think- these three are incredibly predictable), I got dropped off, bringing good tidings of chocolate. I was the first one there, but soon enough people came flooding in.

It was, as I said before, a surprise party, so everybody pretty much had to arrive on time. The plan was that everybody would show up as the two birthday people (I barely know the other one) were off at driving school, then we would migrate over nextdoor, where the whole party thing was set up.

Either they came early or we started late. As we were heading nextdoor they turned the corner, and a couple of us couldn't make it inside in time. We hid long enough for the other party to shout "surprise", but I don't know if it had quite the impact that was anticipated. Seeing an arm or two jutting out from the wall nextdoor sort of messes things up, no?

After that, things were fun. I met a lot of people that I have only heard about through the grapevine. Some were cool, some were assholes.

There was a lot of migrating back and forth between the two houses. Personally, I preferred the house where none of the party stuff was going on. I get really antsy / skittish / awkward when I'm in big social settings like that and I don't know half the people there. I went over to the other house frequently, just to get away from it.

But there was good stir-fry at the party house. ;_;

They broke out the Karaoke Revolution, and fortunately I didn't have to play.

Karaoke's so much more fun when you have to stand up in front of everybody and humiliate yourself. Here, it was basically everybody sitting around and whispering into the microphone.

One guy got up and started dancing around, though, and that was the highlight.

As people started leaving, we migrated over to the non-party house. The Xbox Live was running the entire time, though I didn't play much. I was more interested in my brand new, belated Christmas present, Homer Simpson slippers.

They're great, and comfortable, and beyond cool, but I still can't help but feel a little strange shoving part of my body into Homer's open mouth. :X

Oh, and we ran around in the desert in the darkness. That was cool, and we didn't get anally raped by hobo-drifter-winos.

So yeah, it was cool. I got picked up around 9:30, and here I am now.

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I watched Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy last night. It was a lot better than I had expected- and I expected a lot. This was the Unrated Version, which didn't seem to mean much. They cut out maybe one or two scenes, if my guess is right. There really wasn't that much raunchy material in it.

But omfg dey sed "fuck"! !1

I liked Baxter, and I liked the deleted scenes related to Baxter. I want a dog like that.. So cool-looking. Ooh, and I'd have to buy the pajamas.

I wish I had more to say, but I don't. Oh well.

EDIT: Oh, here's something.

I realized recently that the number six tends to follow me. So many numbers that are associated with me in one way or another end up with sixes. Perfect example:

Just look at that. And 3 is a factor of six! Like, ohmygawd!!

:P
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