The Internet is Gay!

That's all I have to say. I know I'm not in any position to wax elitist, or maybe I am, but regardless, the internet sure is full of a lot of crap. I'm happy that when I was fourteen I possessed a level of naivete below the average of kids my age. Even now I still am less naive than the majority of people my age on this global shitfest we call the internet. But, I was most definitely a victim of thinking people actually care about what I think. It wasn't helped that people apparently did, not to stroke my ego or anything.

Blah blah blah. This is a post I should just delete and not publish but I'm going to anyway. I think my real point is... anacharism is stupid, and please God do us all a favor and stop posting crap about it on your website. Sure, I don't have to read it, and believe me, I don't, but it just bothers me that people do it as if it's important. People don't fucking read! (SUCK IT DANO!) Why even bother!? Just stop will you!

I'm going to start up a text archive on EB that will contain the writings of Charles Hoy Fort and all sorts of other useless crap so I can jump on the band wagon of who could care less.

</Pointless Internet Stupidity Rant>

In other news, Photoshop CS has finally been cracked! Gonna download and spooge, I think! It's only 151 megabytes. That is funny.

Dano's incarnation of Brad:

This is it. Yes, I do hate him a bit. Although, I have to say, he has gotten a lot better since his first version of me. I would have preferred a Zombified version of myself, but I guess since it was free I shouldn't complain!

Short People Suck: Proven.

The study was controlled for gender, weight and age, and found that each inch in height added about $789 a year in pay. "If you take this over the course of a 30-year career and compound it, we're talking about literally hundreds of thousands of dollars of earnings advantage that a tall person enjoys," Judge said.

Haha, I own all you short people. Here's the proof.

I've seen some retarded shit

in my day, but these people take the cake: Association of Drivers Against Daytime Running Lights. Why would anyone want to be against any form of safety measure, no matterh how 'questionable' the safety of it is. Sure it may cost you up to $10 a year to do so, (If you're in a hybrid, make that $0 since the daytime running lights run off freely generated electricity), but then again if that gasoline you're "wasting" on DRLs is so important, I surely hope you don't use your air conditioner or your stereo.

These people are just retarded. Completely retarded. Read their reasons on why DRLs are wrong and should be outlawed. "They're insulting our intelligence!" "ITS ALL ABOUT MONEY MONEY MONEY!!!" "They cause more accidents and are an annoyance!" I don't know about these guys but I have yet to find my DRLs, or anyone elses, annoying in any way. In fact, I sort of like them, it makes it easier for me to identify cars on the road in gloomy weather and just over all it's a good thing as far as I'm concerned.

Yes, drivers are stupid. Sure, GM is doing it so they can make the moneys off light bulb replacements and help the oil companies make more money off gasoline. Regardless of any of that, I think DRL are helpful. I wouldn't say they've saved my ass at all, but I think they're useful to some extent. I would like to have a DRL override button that way I can turn them off while I'm driving so I can plunge into total darkness.

If the tiny bit of light coming out of most people's DRLs is enough to blind you or cast a glare in your windshield, then maybe you shouldn't be driving at all.

Britney Spears

makes me want to cry. All these new articles about her where the writers are not quite sure if they should cheer for her or weep just break my heart into pieces.

The most unrehearsed moments are slightly sad--revealing a strangely cloistered kid who seems to have spent way too much time performing and not enough time living. When Spears talks about the South Asian musical influences on "In the Zone," she says she's "been into a lot of Indian spiritual religions." When asked if one of them is Hinduism, she says, "What's that? Is it like kabbalah?"

Fallout Tactics

is a pretty cool game, so far. I'm not sure why so many fans raise a stink about it, since it's sticking to the Fallout 1 & 2 canon mostly by staying away from it. Admittedly, I'm only two missions in so far so they could do all sorts of horrible things to it, but unlike the in production Fallout: Brotherhood of Steel, it is not shitting all over the canon in any way.

The graphics are massively improved over the original Fallout games. Everything has been pre-rendered in 3D or at least hand drawn to immaculate detail. The character models are amazing and everything is fully anti-aliased. Alpha blending is very smooth and well done. Only downside is that the game can run sluggishly even after using a utility made to optimize the file swap system used in the game. Aside from that, the game is gorgeous.

The game play is sort of like a more tactical (cough) version of the battles in Fallout, although gone are the tiles and the turns. Action Points are the same, but it's all in real time, so they're just more like a pause before each attack. It is very much like Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic's battle system in which you can move around while still waiting for your turn to attack, etc. Overall, I like it a lot. Add this to the graphics and you have an impressive looking battle system.

Maps are very large and well detailed, with many enemies in each one in separate little battle zones. The enemy AI does not seem to like to run into a room if it knows you're in there which can be a sign of intelligence or stupidity. Either they're avoiding the ambush you set up, or they're too stupid to follow you in, I'm not sure which.

I've spent an average of an hour or two on the missions I've played, and according to other reviews, they'll only get longer. Personally I have yet to approach being bored during either of the two I've played and they've been pretty generic and simple, so I'm impressed. It's not easy to get immersed in this type of game but I'm enjoying it.

I haven't nearly played enough to pass final judgment on the game yet, so who knows, but so far I dig it and I think you should try to check it out if you like the Fallout games. If Fallout 3 looks like this it will be amazing.

California Fire Wallpapers

I made up some high resolution wallpapers of the satellite photos of the fires here in California that Nasa has blessed us with. There's a right side up version and a rotated one so you can see more of the california coast line down into Mexico. Check them out, yo!

Hurray for the Flame!

OK, so it's selfish of me to be thankful that our house didn't burn down and that school for me has been canceled for tomorrow as well... But I can't help it! Hurray for no school tomorrow! HURRAY I SAY HURRAY! There are still fires burning on the hill, and I'd go out and take pictures but I think the cops would punk me. It was hard enough pulling onto our street. Check this chat out with a cop who was guarding his impressive wall of cones to keep me from getting home:

"Yeah I live up there." "You live where?" "Uhm, [insert street address here]." "Wheres that?" "Up the street and the first right." "This street? *points*" "Yeah." "Yeah you can go up there just put your right turn signal on."

He was really pissy, I wanted to bitch slap him.

Evacuations Suck. Fire, too.

I live in Escondido which, from the news reports most of the day, you would never have thought there was a fire anywhere near it. Regardless of the news, there was, and it was right on the edge of Escondido where I happen to live with my sister and her husband and baby daughter.

The fire came over this hill and was apparently headed straight for us when the police started driving up and down the street telling us to evacuate. Most of us had an idea, I think, when it started to sound like it was raining due to the large chunks of ash showering down onto the area.

Luckily, I don't have too many really valuable possessions, so I grabbed my computer tower, some of my more precious DVDs, and mostly my entire wardrobe. Then I helped Heather pack up Karley's clothes and few other things and we were out of there.

It was a lot more hectic than it sounds, mostly because ten to fifteen mintues prior the evacation calls, Jeff and I were pretty sure the fire was far enough off to not come near us. We should have known it was bad when we watched this tiny patch of fire engulf the entire side of this hill within minutes. It was obviously coming towards us, but it didn't look that close.

Sadly, I didn't take any pictures, because I didn't think it was going to be a big deal. It's been many hours now since we left, and the house is fine. From what we've heard it seems like they're using the main street leading up into the developments as their last stand against the fire to keep it from spreading.

The worst part of all of this is due to the fires going on in richer parts of San Diego, they weren't covering any news on Escondido or Center Valley (where our fire started) at all in the news. Not one bit. We saw the smoke in the morning, but we figured it was far off. It wasn't until about thirty minutes before evacuating that we had any idea there was any fire anywhere near us.

Even after the fire was rapidly approaching the homes, no news on Escondido at all. The few people who called it had absolutely no idea that there were any building developments over in our area at all. I'd hear things like, "Oh I'm in the middle of Escondido and I see the fire coming in over the hills, but I don't think there are really any houses over there, maybe one or two spotted around," and I'd just cringe since they were painting a mental picture akin to the fire already having swept all over the houses already and coming down towards the middle of Escondido.

I did enjoy one last caller that I heard before my radio cut out of San Diego stations, he was complaining about how awful the news coverage is. He'd hear statistics about how maybe ten or twenty houses in his area were burned down, while he was looking at his house on fire and the fifty to hundred or so houses around him that were just burned completely to the ground. He was very irate and it was pleasing to me.

Anyway, the house is probably fine, and will probably still be fine, so I'm not as worried as I was for a while there. Everything should be fine.

Bit the bullet,

added comments. I figure since I'm attracting new people to the site who wont spend their time insulting me continually, it may be a good idea. Probably not, though, but it wouldn't be the first time I've done something stupid. Who here thinks this means I should ditch the chatbox over there? Or at least shorten it a lot?

P.S. This saving or losing time thing is going to suck ass. I woke up too bloody early. I'm going to be out by five tonight. How will I ever watch those new hip MTV shows!?

After fudging around

with various CSS websites telling me all sorts of nifty CSS things, I've determined for the eighth time in my life that I would never want to be a webdesigner. You have all this nifty CSS stuff that you totally geek out on, but in the end no one really cares. Eight thousand ways to make a border change color on a boxy menu that looks like the same menu on eight thousand other big bad web designers websites!

I'm going to get me a boxy menu soon enough as I hack out a way to do vertical scaling tabs. Also loading things in a side bar without using an iframe or frames. I think I'm dreaming. It'll never get done. Deal!

Pictures from Baghdad.

A shacker who is Baghdad finally managed to upload some pictures to his shackspace. Take a look. Warning, towards the R side of the alphabet inside the "Day of UN Bombing" pictures there are some rather graphic photos of someone they carried out of the building dead. Sort of horrifying, IMHO.

Elegantly Wasted?

This is just something I need to get off my chest, so bare with me. I keep spotting girls at my school walking around wearing these tank tops with "Elegantly Wasted" printed across their breasts. What the fuck is up with that? I've seen some retarded shit in my day, but declaring you're wasted, muchless elegantly so, is just stupid. It'd only be ironically funny if the chicks wearing it looked really wasted, and most definitely not elegant in doing so.

I don't know, it bugs me, it's just trashy. It's like wearing shirts that say, "Hooker With A Heart of Gold" or "Successfully Failing" or "Winning at Losing" or "Voted Most Likely To Succeed In Life By Blowing Rich Older Men" or "Stupid, but Beautiful" or "My Boyfriend is my Husband's Dad" or "Dumb as a Brick, Cute as a Button" or "Ugly Inside, Gorgeous Outside" or "Daddy's Little Slut"

$20 For Correct Answer:

Suppose you make a horrible mistake one day and open a science book. Before you can help yourself, you start reading. The book says that if you make a pendulum (a weight on a string swinging back and forth) that T^2 = (cL/g). Where T= the period of the pendulum, T^2 = the period of the pendulum multiplied by itself, c = constant, L = length of the string of the Pendulum, and g = the Earth's gravity.

If you double the weight of the object hanging from the string, what happens to the period of the pendulum?

a) It doubles
b) it is cut in half
c) it quadruples
d) nothing, it doesn't change

Update: Greg already got it. Sorry, none of you get any money! Greg is getting a nice shiny copy of Fallout Tactics on CDR. Sure, it's not $20, but it is at least worth a good amount of fun!

New Novelty Items For You!

The AIM Files is now host to, uh, The WAV Files. These are all wavs of voicemails I recieved at least over two years or three years ago. Maybe not really amusing but perhaps interesting. There's even one from from me that I did back in 2000 and sent to Dan Crum. I'm also in Fairvue's Voice Mail Megamix No. 2, I think I say two things, something at 00:02 and 00:32... I might be other places in there but I don't know. Personally, I'm ashamed.

Like Jailbait?

This is pure comedy gold. The line he says for Brittany Murphy is hilarious if you get her right. Jesus, that is good stuff.

Jesus, does that suck.

Stayed up too late to be waking up at eight. Worse, didn't even need to. Sigh, can't go back to bed now.

No Ideas == Disease.

I may explode soon! Anyway, I managed to make something! I actually quick feeling like I was being torn apart from the inside and created this cemetery advertisement. It looks better in the full print resolution. I am a little worried that the text will look like absolute crap when it prints, but considering I have no plans to print, I'm not too concerned.

Along with an advertisement, we have to construct a second one as advertising some sort of event in relation to our "product." My idea is especially morbid and comical... A mass burial! What would be a better way to celebrate the grand opening of a newly refurbished part of the cemetery than to have a mass burial of bodies that have been on the waiting list for some time? I'm thinking about offering 10% off burial plots if you reserve your own plot while at the mass burials. There will be free food and the works! Jesus will even be present!

I can see it now. "Special Guest to the Sherwood Cemetery Mass Burial... Jesus!"

God damn, I am genius.

Retarded Women Can't Jump.

This is pretty classic, IMHO. Important part: Toni Lynn Lycan initially yelled at her downstairs neighbor - Allen M. Haines, 27 - to turn the music down. Haines, in response, grabbed a broom and banged the handle on his ceiling.

That infuriated Lycan, so she jumped up in the air and slammed both feet on the floor, hard enough to break both her legs about 4 inches below the kneecap, Hall said.

Asbestos Gallery!

Yes, you're reading right, since you haven't read yet, thanks to 1&1's Free Hosting, there is a new, improved, and multi-user version of Asbestos Gallery for me, and you, to use. That's right, if you need space or a place to put your photos, you can sign up for an account and get your own personal user gallery. This is not a place to upload porn, though, I will ban you if you're a tool about it or are sucking too much bandwidth.

Regardless, check it out.

ALife Stuff.

I've always been interested in Artificial Life (not to be confused with Artificial Intelligence) ever since I discovered a program called "ALife Tank HAKONIWA" done by a long gone company named ALife Garden. (Which is sad since I lost the key for the program years ago and now they're gone, no public key left behind). Anyway, I decided to look around today for programs like it, and I found Gene Pool.

Gene Pool simulates a tank full of physics-based organisms evolve swimming capabilities over time. ("Swimbots") You get to influence the mating habits of the Swimbots by deciding what the swimbots will consider as "attractive" in potential mates. Through this limited amount of manipulation, you can control how the Swimbots will evolve.

There are a number of view options, you can look up who the best lover, the most loved, biggest eater, or even look for mutual love and love triangles. There is also a detailed explanation of exactly what is going on from inside the program which is helpful in understanding exactly how these little guys work. It's great stuff.

Although nowhere near the level of complexity of control that HAKONIWA had, Gene Pool is a good substitute. There is another program called Darwin Pond that was going to be a pay product, but I haven't tried it out yet since I'm having so much fun with Gene Pool.

Keep in mind though, this isn't really a game as much as it is a novelty toy you can watch, so if you're not interested in watching little simplistic alien life forms develop, you probably wont be interested. Me, I find it oddly entertaining watching two swimbots struggle toward each other to mate, only to find out that one hasn't discovered how to turn around yet so it ends up franticly kicking itself in the opposite direction. I can't help at that point but grab it and move it toward its mate. I'm just that kind of guy, I guess.

This is pretty bad,

but I can't help laughing at this shot from a 9/11 UT2003 mod. Classic stuff.

Just because it annoyed me,

here's a page with rules for Clue. There's more, but it doesn't matter. Interesting things in these rules include the fact that if you move players or pieces for a Suggestion, the pieces stay there until the player controling the piece moves them or someone makes another suggestion involving them. Also, moving through doorways do not count as a space, so if you roll and eight and land in front of a door, you can move through it without penalty.

One last thing I noticed in all the rules I found online, it doesn't specify anywhere that if a door is illustrated as "closed" it is most obviously permanently sealed and never to be opened or moved through ever again in the history of the game.

I suppose, though, if doors illustrated as closed being un-possible to move through, it would make this Simpsons version of Clue impossibly difficult to play since all the doors are illustrated as being closed. No, not just closed, but permanently sealed forever and never to be opened or moved through ever again in the entire history of the game until the end of time! The Scooby-Doo Clue is also illustrated with closed doors, as is this reproduction of the very first Clue board ever made. (You have to click on the box image to see the board). This version doesn't even have doors! But, that does show you precisely where all the openings are, so if you're playing a version with closed doors you can guess fairly accurately at where the openings that you CAN pass through might be!

Sorry, I'm an ass. This site has lots of info, on Clue, not me being an ass.

This Is So Retarded.

EGM has an article over at their site where they round up a bunch of obviously completely retarded normal every day kids and present them with old school games like Pong and Donkey Kong to see what their reactions are. Some might say it's funny, but personally whiny brats saying Space Invaders sucks because you can't get an AK-47 and schoot people isn't really funny to me. More like sad and pathetic.

Whine Whine Whine.

God, Greg, does it ever end?

Jesus.

Working is far too hard for a lazy, unmotivated, lazy, unambitious person like myself. What I'd really like to do is be in charge of a Mrs. Fields store, so I wouldn't have to do much but bake cookies all day long. Better than checking to see if the 7 some odd trash cans are full every 15 goddamn minutes. Christ.

iTunes Impressions.

I'm pretty disappointed. I should have known this from my brief stint of playing around with iTunes for a few on the Macintosh, but iTunes is not made with me in mind. I rely pretty heavily on Winamp's Media Library. I like how it divides up all of my 4138 mp3s into their respective 349 albums by their 122 different artists. I like how it presents them to me, so I can click on an artist, see all their albums, and then pick an album I'd like to listen to. I do not have any random mp3s. Not a single one.

iTunes seems to be geared for the random mp3 listener in mind. You might have a few full albums, but the most of your music is all just random crap you downloaded. This isn't me. iTunes does not contain any sort of specific album listing at all. If any of you Windows users have tried Foobar2000, it's mostly like that. You get a big long playlist view of everything you have in your collection, and then you can make playlists based off search criteria. If you want to be able to click on an album title and play it, you'd have to make a playlist for every single album you have. This, my friends, is retarded.

I was completely wrong in that paragraph, above. If you click the Eye icon above the "Browse" text, it will display a menu set up similar to Winamp's Media Library. Regardless, the points about the resources it hogs and overall slowness I make below are still valid.

Aside from that, iTunes is very sluggish, it's about a twenty megabyte download, and takes about forty megabytes of memory while running. This wont be a problem for some of you on uber systems, but for those of us who barely get by on running Winamp Classic, it will be awful.

Good features are, though, a built in volume equalizer, so you don't have to reach for the volume knob once a louder album comes on. iTunes will keep track of how many times you play each track in your collection, and allow you rate them on a scale of one to five so you can see which songs are your all time favorites. It will also rip and burn CDs, but I didn't test out these features. I'm sure they're as excellently crafted as the rest of the program, regardless.

Overall iTunes is a solid media player. But it's too slow for my computer.

Hell froze over!!!

iTunes for Windows!!! Score! I'll update this post to tell you whether it sucks or not. Personally, if it's as slick as I hope and runs better than the POS they call Quicktime for Windows, I may have a Winamp replacement on my hands.

She is pretty hot.

The HOT or NOT hottest chick. I think she's pretty hot. I'm sure she knows nothing about astrophysics or imaginary numbers, but I guess if I had to I could bring myself to have sex with her. But only if I absolutely had to. (Disclaimer so Cynthia doesn't tear my balls off: This is if I didn't have a girlfriend).

More Group Hugs.

I like this one for obvious reasons: "Sometimes i feel im better than everyone, but then i stop kidding myself - i know i am."

Need a Group Hug?

Confess your sins, or whatever, anonymously on this great website. My all time favorite so far is this one, "I know a girl online who is hideous in person but is quite adept at taking good looking pics with her webcam. Everyone she's started up flirtations with online stopped talking to her immediately after meeting in person. She'll be moving to my area soon, and everyone is eager to meet her. I smile thinking about how many of them will reject her after she arrives."

I think we all know someone like that.

Video of Kid Pelted with Paint Balls.

Title says it all. You need sound to hear his shrieks.

Posting This For Memory

Stock Xchange. Free stock photos. Sign up Brad and get some.

I rule!

I had about two weeks to write this paper analyzing a children's cartoon for my Communications class, and I waited until the night before to write it. It took me about half an hour to write seven pages, didn't proof read it or anything, and I got a 48 out of 50, along with a lot of kudos and parts of my paper read in class by the teacher for extra mad props. Man, I kick ass. I don't even remember what I wrote!

*head swells so large that it explodes*

So, who wants to build me one?

A Death Star Theater, that is! Man, that is nice. Needs larger picture, though.

My Weekend! (Kill Bill, School of Rock Reviews).

So what'd I do weekend? Not a damn thing I was supposed to, and was really destined to do, I'll tell you that much. Study for mid-terms! Bah! That's for people terribly concerned about failing in life... which is me... and... well, sometimes I don't make sense, so lets forget about all of this.

What I did do, though, on Friday, was clean up around here a bit before picking Cynthia up at the train station. I took her back here and we had dinner and played a fetching game of the Ouija Oracle Card Game which really has nothing to do with the real Ouija Board in any way, shape, or form. It is a lot more fun when playing with four people than it was trying to play with Greg when we were bored as all hell at two in the morning.

Saturday, Cynthia and I went and saw Kill Bill... I was going to say I'll review it later, but I'll review it here just because I have no reason not to! But, I'll wait till I finish the day. After we saw Kill Bill, we came home and took a nap together since my head hurt a bit after the exceptionally loud sound system they had in the theater knocked most of my brain matter out of my ears. Then we had dinner. Then we watched Grosse Pointe Blank since Cynthia has never seen that. Good movie! Then, Then, Then. Obviously I never learned anything in elementary school about writing effectively.

Now... Kill Bill... I'll come right out and say it, I think Quentin Tarantino and all of his previous 3.25 movies have been pretty... overblown. I wont make the mistake of saying Pulp Fiction sucks, because it doesn't, but as far as being the be all end all of cinema... Yeah, no.

Reservoir Dogs, after I finally saw it, was probably the first time I ever felt like I wasted some perfectly good time in which I could have been doing something more exciting than watching such a horrendously overblown piece of shit movie. OK, so I'm maybe being a bit harsh, and I'll admit as much as the next guy that I'm sure Reservoir Dogs was an amazingly ground breaking film when it came out... But not now. Now it's just boring pointless fluff with a lot of shooting things and swearing. I'll give it points for disgusting me, but for much else... I'll pass.

Jackie Brown, I never saw, so I wont judge.

For those of you unaware for some reason of the quarter of the movie he made, direct your attention to Four Rooms. This is where I will give Tarantino mad props, because if it wasn't for the fourth and final segment of Four Rooms that he directed, it would have been another wasted time moment. Tarantino's quarter of that movie saved the entire movie for me, because it was so quick paced and comical in every way. The rest of the movie blows complete ass, but Tarantino's segment wont be as satisfying if you skip it all. Tim Roth is classic.

Anyway, that little synopsis is to give you people a glimpse of how I might have felt going into Kill Bill. You might ask why I even bothered to go see it in theaters... Well, the word of mouth about the reviews I didn't read was very good, I had been hearing about the movie for probably the last five years of my life because of Aint It Cool News, and I could go for some serious ass kicking action right now. That's about it. I expected a high probability of Tarantino fucking it all up and pissing me off, but I knew the action would probably be better than that of Bullet Proof Monk.

Was I wrong, and right? Yeah. Kill Bill is great. It is slow at points, and maybe even annoyingly so, but it pays you for it. I kept hearing this sound byte of Tarantino going, "I love jerking you around!" on the radio and it pissed the hell out of me, but I'll rip it completely out of context, I'm sure, and say he probably did it just perfectly. Right when you start saying, "Oh god please make it end," it keeps going, but right when you're beginning to think, "Maybe I should get up and leave..." it starts to kick serious ass, and then it ends.

Basically, if you need some very very solid action work, and we're talking about the best samurai sword fighting I have ever seen, (but I've never watched any older kung fu movies, so), a pretty solid story, and a dash, but not too much, of Tarantino like crass disgusting humor, then you're in for a treat with Kill Bill. But, it's not perfect, sometimes you'll feel like pulling your hair out... But then it kicks ass. That's it for my Kill Bill review.

Today, also known as Sunday, Cynthia and I woke up, chilled out for a bit, watched The Breakfast Club, and headed back to Whittier. We caught a showing of The School of Rock, which I'll review below, ate dinner, and then I dropped her off so I could go say hello to Greg and see my parents. Then, I stopped back by and we said our good byes.

Before I get to my review, I'll relive a scary moment of pure fear for me. On the way back home, the I-5 South curves towards the ocean and there's a little off ramp that will take you to a little parking lot where you can observe the beauty of the ocean. I decided to get off at about nine to call Cynthia and chill for a few before I get all the way home. I call Cynthia and I'm standing there over looking the beach, wary of a strange guy standing by his car making his way around to the other side of my via the sidewalk.

I'm not too concerned because the phone in my ear will probably keep anyone from jumping me... Oh yeah, that and my huge muscular build. Hrm. So, anyway... Creepy old guy walks up to me and asks me how's it going. I say, it alright, and try hard to restrain the fear in my voice. He's got his head shaved into an military style buzz. He drops that he's from the Naval base (I think) up the way, asks me my name, and says, "Meet a lot of interesting people out here." After that comment I just sort of ignore him and assure Cynthia that I really don't think he's going to ass rape me.

Only after getting into my car and speeding away from there at about eighty, I piece together his final line and the confused lonely look in the old man's eyes and realize that dark, unlit, windy, and cold parking lot is the meeting place for mid-20s men hard up for cash to meet lonely mid-50s military men for fondles and blow jobs for money. I am relieved that I was on the phone and did not utter whatever possible assortment of words that would have been deciphered into "Hey, would you like to lick my ass?" in the mind of that lonely old man.

I am so relieved.

Anyway, The School of Rock rocked hard. It rocked true. It rocked with passion unknown to wee rockers like myself. Jack Black is the King Of Rock, and he will forever Rock as if none have Rocked before him. Jack Black knows how to Rock and he will Rock hard as long as he has a breath in his body that can carry the power necessary to Rock as hard as he Rocks.

That's all I have to say about that.

Hahahaha.

Well that really sucked.

Apparently today was supposed to be my first day of work, and yet everyone neglected to inform me about it. I got home at 3 this afternoon only to find a message left on my machine saying "Uh, it's 11:05, you should be working from 11-3 today if you didn't know. Bye."

God, people are really stupid.

The worst part about

getting a cold is not the symptoms of the cold itself, but the wicked nose chafing that occurs after blowing your nose for the 120th time today.

Had a pretty crazy day, which ended with me and my two bandmates riding around in the back of a pickup truck equipped with 2 12" subwoofers blasting "Angel of Death" by Slayer at 2 in the morning. Super-paranoid mode kicked in and I left very quickly to avoid the cops that probably weren't going to show up. I sadly cannot escape my incredible fear of "being caught". Oh well, life goes on.

Oh, my nasty ingrown toenail wound is healing nicely. I don't wake up wearing a bloodied sock anymore!

Kill Kill Kill!

Many people on the shack can't believe this article might be for real, but I have mass amounts of faith in the stupidity of the common tool, so I believe someone can be this retarded. For a summary of what I linked to: A man who hasn't used Windows in five or six years starts using Windows XP and bitches about it as much as he possibly can.

Some highlights so far include: "OMG What is up with Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V! Too many keystrokes to copy/paste!" "Windows update is so evil that it makes me update or else it threatens me with death!" or even, "mIRC is the most popular IRC client for windows but OMG you have to pay for it! how lame! how can windows users pay for software! that is so stupid!"

A Few Thoughts, And Stuff!

God, I made the mistake of venturing on to someone else's blog, then further fucked myself by clicking on one of their many clique banners, and even then, not realizing how stupid I'm acting by venturing out into the teeny-web unprotected, (with some sort of stupidity shielding device as of yet uncreated?) I clicked further on until I became so disgusted I had that sharp urge to write something disparaging on their site and then link it here... But I didn't. I've gone soft. I'm sorry.

They were really really stupid, though! But I think when you read the words "I'm 14 y.o." on a blog you really needn't bring attention to it. Hey! I was 14 when I registered this domain! Oh my god, I'm so kewliez! Oh shit! I used to say kewliez and mean it! Fuck, I still do!

For those into images of distant galaxies so large they will choke your computer, I've got this page at the Hubble site that has a two hundred megabyte tiff of the Sombrero galaxy. Bandwidth on that site seems limited and I'm grabbing it at a measly, but consistent, thirty-five kilobytes a second, so it might take a while for anyone to grab it. There's also a hundred megabyte broadcast quality (that means higher res than you or I need it) Quicktime video zooming in and panning across the image for about a minute way over here.

Now, I wasn't sure if I was going to link to this, but I have to for those of you curious like me... But before anyone clicks on this, be warned that material contained within is severely pornographic, so do not click on this link unless you want to be treated to graphic images of breasts, vaginas, asses, and fingers used in various ways. But, regardless of that, it's an... interesting use of Macromedia's Flash. If you're scared of porn, you can check these things out which are basically glorified physics tech demos using Shockwave. My system isn't very fond of them.

If you'd like a high resolution (I use that term very lightly here) version of the Britney Spears Esquire cover with all the text removed, you can find one right over here. I linked to a shitty quality version a while ago which is why I'm putting this here, now.

I'll push this way down to the bottom and take this moment to say I have become addicted to SubSpace/Continuum for the millionth time in the nearly ten year span the game has been existence. I recommend it to anyone needing a fresh, very community driven, free, and enjoyable massively multiplayer online killing stuff experience. If you're wondering what SubSpace is, this has some answers, but you should really head straight over to this guide to the game which will explain much more to you. If you'd just like to download it and jump in, grab Continuum38.exe from this site and I recommend jumping into Extreme Games if you'd like to get completely schooled. Look for me on there, I go by "Afext" and I have a tiny little 69 next to my name, of course.

Just to show off,

one of three eyes that I did for my Photoshop class. No, I didn't color the veins in the eye, oh well! I'll get to that next class. (For those curious, the eye is from a black and white photo I found in the stock art sections on Deviant Art).

OMG! A logo!

Yes, there is now a logo up there at the top of the page. You know that nifty cool way I figured out how to make the visibility change work in Mozilla for the menus? It was bullshit! Didn't work, not one bit. Sure, it would change the visibility alright, but it wouldn't work in the nifty way it currently works in IE, so screw it. People who use Moz don't want flashy features, anyway, they use Moz after all!

God dammit,

Why is it that I always wait until the very last minute to do everything? I'm going to have to skip class because I can't find the inspiration I need to write an outline for an essay in one hour. Oh well. Not like I needed those 20 points or anything.

Good News,

I found a way to get the hiding of tabs to work in Mozilla. Can't implement it yet, because I'm at school and have a paper to write. Bad news is, though, I'm yanking my hair out trying to find a way to give you all the option of justifying the text inside the posts. I'm not sure why I'm doing this, (except for the suggestion of Greg), but I really want to do it now, but I can't figure it out. I'll probably just give up and cry. Oh well.

I can't fucking believe people.

Sitting just a few minutes ago in the parking lot, I got to witness this tiny mousy (and dumb as a brick looking) blonde chick trying to manuver a raised Ford truck, we're talking five foot tall tires here, into a parking space. She backed up and turned her wheels the wrong way, and then pulled forward until she ran over the front of this Geo Metro in the space in front of her. I thought it was pretty comical until she pulled back out of the space and started to drive off, at which point I became pissed off.

I pulled out my notebook and wrote down her liscense plate number, and I wrote a note telling the Geo Metro owner what happened, what she looked like, the plate number, and my name and phone number if they want to contact me about it. The entire hood of the Geo Metro was rippled with the impression of the bumper of the Ford.

That really fucking pisses me off. The bitch obviously didn't know shit on how to manuver a truck that big, not to mention that there is absolutely no fucking need to have a truck with tires that huge, raised that high off the ground. NO NEED PEOPLE. Retarded bastards.

Arrrrggh!

I am so sore it is amazing. My trainer worked me out so hard yesterday that about forty minutes in I felt sick to my stomach. Wasn't cool at all, but luckily I am invincible and kept going, I didn't even puke anywhere! But, I am sore. Being sore sucks. My arms are going to fall off.

All Hail the Governator!

Yeah, that should be interesting. Wonder how long it will take for Gray Davis to spearhead a recall attempt?

To Clarify,

my stupidity was the fact that right before going to sleep from being absolutely exhausted, I knocked over a glass of Mountain Dew that decided to spread itself evenly over my computer and keyboard and speakers and just about everything else. I'm not very happy with myself.

Oh, and Greg, you're stupid. He looks about as much like David Bowie as I look like Janet Jackson.

Staying up too late is

a vicious circle. I don't think I've gotten up before 10:00 in over a month, and I need to today. I can't figure out whether to try and rough it out by staying up or trying to rough it out with 4 hours of sleep. Anyways, I have to ask, what the hell is up with these guys and their pseudo-blasphemy? "666" This and "666" that. Their music is alright and all, but I mean, jesus, the singer looks about as threatening as a castrated chihuahua. I wouldn't be suprised if their next single describes a lovesick boy throwing empty Snapple bottles at the crucified Jesus. Leave blasphemy to the black metal bands. And the fact that the singer bears a striking resemblence to David Bowie on the Razorblade Romance cover just frightens me. (Brad will probably disagree with me on that but I stand my ground!)

I'm sorry. That just really bothers me.

In my stupidity,

I have become my own worst enemy.

New Design!

w00t w00t! This one is done entirely in CSS, and it validates as XHTML 1.0 if it wasn't for the stupid listen-to and active topic things. I don't know if it validates as CSS, it probably would if it wasn't for the visibility tricks that aren't valid. Oh well! I also invited Greg back to write. You used to know him as Alfred Turner. (Or, Alfred Turdner as we affectionately called him underground). I don't know why I did it, really.

First off,

I would like to apologize for all of my previous posts. That being said, Brad's been gracious enough to let me post on here again so you can expect to see my crap periodically. Praise Jesus, hallelujah, chunky peanut butter.

My HTML Instructor Is My Idol.

Few good things he's said already today... "Bustamante could be the nicest taco vendor out here, but if he's for raising taxes, I'm not gonna vote for him," and he told us how he emailed about twenty people at the L.A. Times for publishing all that unsubstantiated groping crap about Arnold. And I quote, "Yes, your instructor got pushed to the edge by all that crap." Ahh, he is the man, despite missing most of his brain.

Little Note.

I was browsing the super extensive archives the other day, and I randomly clicked on one of the Chemfet text archive weeks, and I found a post of mine saying, simply, "Only bicycle houses fall completely flat." I was completely confused. I had no idea what I was talking about. So I googled it thinking I obviously didn't write it, but it appears I did.

I couldn't figure out what the hell I meant, and it was obvious that I wrote it with that in mind, just because although I have changed I know I would write something like that with the goal of someone immensely intelligent figuring it out and praising me for being so smart. It took me a few seconds until I remembered the brand of playing cards called bicycle.

All Hallows Eve Cheer For You!

Here's four variations of a pumpkin wallpaper for you, so you can spruce up your desktop as you see fit. For those interested, of course I'm using the one with the axe and the face drawn in blood! Important Note! I did not make these, I just don't remember who did.

What Have I Been Doing?

Besides absolutely nothing? Well... Uh... Nothing, I guess. Sorry, can't be exciting! Look at my listen to if you'd like to see some of the stuff I'm aquiring recently. Shower time for me!

OBJECTIVE: 4 Kidz

Oh man this stuff is so classic I could die.

What should you do if you find an Atheist? If you find an Atheist in your neighborhood, TELL A PARENT OR PASTOR RIGHT AWAY! You may be moved to try and witness to these poor lost souls yourself, however AVOID TALKING TO THEM! Atheists are often very grumpy and bitter and will lash out at children or they may even try to trick you into neglecting God's Word. Very advanced witnessing techniques are needed for these grouches. Let the adults handle them.

Oh shit.

This is funny.

I don't understand this at all.

The first case of homosexual necrophilia in the mallard Anas platyrhynchos. On 5 June 1995 an adult male mallard (Anas platyrhynchos) collided with the glass façade of the Natuurmuseum Rotterdam and died. An other drake mallard raped the corpse almost continuously for 75 minutes. Then the author disturbed the scene and secured the dead duck. Dissection showed that the rape-victim indeed was of the male sex. It is concluded that the mallards were engaged in an ‘Attempted Rape Flight’ that resulted in the first described case of homosexual necrophilia in the mallard.

Whisky Tango Foxtrot?

This Video

will probably be the funniest thing you'll see until I post another video that will be the funniest thing you'll ever see until I post another video that will be the funniest thing you'll ever see until I...

Angel was a fucking cop out.

I watched it to see Spike. You wanna know what happened? Entire mildly entertaining episode so in the last TWENTY SECONDS Spike can show up and they can roll the credits. I am more pissed than words can describe, but whatever. What can I do? Punch Joss Whedon in the face? MAYBE I WILL, BITCH!

(Space Filler) So, What is Brad Downloading Acquiring?

I'll tell ya, because I'm just that kinda guy! I asked the shack for suggestions and this is what I'm grabbing as far as music goes, artist in bold, album in italics as usual...

Blonde Redhead - Melodie Citronique; Built to Spill - Ancient Melodies; David Bowie - Hours...; Death Cab For Cutie - Transatlanticism, and We Have The Facts And We're Voting Yes; Dredg - El Cielo; Elbow - Asleep In The Back; Fuel - Natural Selection; Wilco - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot.

I'm also grabbing SHOGO: Mobile Armor Divison and Sacrifice, which are both games, and a Type O Negative DVD.

A Few Things For You Today:

This is sort of erotic in a not really erotic freaky sort of way. This chick has something really funny in her profile on the shack. Very cute chick. Britney Spears has turned into JLo apparently, if you can tell the difference between them without already knowing who it is, you're lying. A picture of the ass of former EB writer Julia Smith, responsible for the classic, "The sprinklers just came on," which even made it on to Uber. Peta is Supremely Retarded, but we already knew that. This is not work, or parent, safe. Someone found this interesting and creative, but I just think it's badly done and pointless. That's it for now.