I've ignored this blog so horribly. Might as well post.

[Random]

So dudes, that misleadingly titled book, Eragon, which is not about a dragon, but a guy named Eragon, was written by a 19 year old kid... and it became a bestseller! Crazy! I picked up Eldest, the sequel.... but I realized I have to pick up that old copy of Eragon I never read first. Oh well, I'll get on that.

So working out has taken up a lot of my time lately. As well as Mortal Kombat: Shaolin Monks. I finally beat it!! It wasn't hard except for the ending, in which you must fight like 8 bosses in a row without healing... and at the end Shao Khan has this attack that takes away 2/3rds of your health... ugh. The only way to beat the game is to just run around and shoot weak attacks at the guys, conserving energy for later and so on. Trying to fight head on will get you killed by the 2nd fight. Now I unlocked Scorpion, who is a lot more my prefered fighting style than Lui Kang. He's a lot more powerful hand to hand, and less so on his projectiles. And no one cares! yay!

WTF? This milk expired on Friday! *spits out* Curse you to the 6th layer of hell foul cow drippings! And you Corn Pops, for making it so decievingly delicious.

lol @ The Enternal Battle
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[Stuff]

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Having photoshop again... such a good feeling. *shudder* Even though these aren't up to par for me, its better than not having anything. A lot better.

One of my friends who works at a company that makes DVD menus sent me a disc with all the adobe CS2 products, in a package called Creative Suite 2. Ugh, so generous. It's got everything.

The weekend gave me a chance to relax for a change, which was alright I guess. But I couldn't help but go to the parks around here, especially today. Such fresh air! And that cool breeze...I love the fall.

Ugh, as usual, the people here suck. Shame on them. I mean, OC parties? Why not have parties themed around more kick ass shows at least... like House M.D. or Lost. At a House MD party, everyone would have to act like a jackass to one another for no apparent reason while taking pain killers. And at a Lost party, you basically stay away from the one guy who is deemed "The Monster" who, if he catches you, will stick random thick objects up your urethra. Good stuff. Oh yeah, and the OC sucks.

[Story] (not near done, just started)

Synopsis: A detective and a young woman try to figure out the meaning behind the death of her boyfriend. Mystery! Death! Explosions! Hillbillies!

 It didn't seem quite obvious at the time, however Michael J. Caster was on the road to his doom the second he laid his thin spidery hands on the pile of cash.
 The burly man in the shadows behind the desk let out a cloud of smoke and a grizzled voice, "Bring it back to me, tenfold."
 Michael could only continue to flip through the wad in disbelief. Given an oppritunity like this, to prove himself once and forall.
 "Tenfold. Say it Mikie."
 "Tenfold... I got it. No worries Mr. Lat. My plan is foolproof."
 Mr. Lat was just letting the tree trunk of a cigar out of his lips once again as he replied, "For your sake boy..."
 He lurched foreward inches before Micheal's scrawny and pointed face, letting out the last few words with a power that pushed back the hairs on the boy's head, "...it had better be."

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 "Was it enough?" she wondered.
 Driving along the treaded dusty path seemed automatic at the moment, her head was somewhere else. Thinking about him.
 “Enough, just roaming the countryside with no real clues, other than a faded photograph?”
 The sky quickly parted, revealing its true flowing aqua hue from behind the musky clouds. The light that now hit her curved and rosy cheeks through the opening in the car window seemed to snap her into thinking again.
 She stopped the rickety station wagon at once, and stepped out onto the still dew-drenched grass, leaving the engine running.
 "I have no idea where he went."
 She stopped in place a few yards ahead and looked from side to side hastily, her once white tennis shoes now marked and brown at the edges. Nothing but endless green plains for miles.
 She was going to throw a tantrum, she could feel it. Whenever she felt frustrated, overwhelmed and helpless, she would feel this way... as if the steam building within would burst through her nostrils, then he would always show up, somehow.
 ...
 "He's not here now..."
 She sighed and plopped to the ground in exhaustion, the dew wetting her nearly white jeans. The wind kissed her cheek gently, flapping about her short brown hair that ended promptly at her neck. She closed her eyes and took it in with a full breath, satisfied.
 Dusting off the wet soil from her denim pants, she raised herself upright once again more determined than ever.
 "I have to tell him," May thought, heading for the car. "I have to tell him... he's a complete jerk." 

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 All right, so maybe he did act like an idiot; that was obvious now. 
 This wasn't the time for self-pity however. Now, all Mike needed to concentrate on was the matter of the 7 foot tall man chasing him down this slippery alley. The newly fallen snow had left the concrete below him mushy and undeniably, hazardous. Yet each carefully plotted step had a certain swiftness that echoed his current internal panic.
 The man, no, the thing behind him, used its gorilla arms in a twisted grace to propel itself further down its path. Mike turned his head quickly to see how far he had gotten. It seemed closer... No, he could outrun it... he just needed to get to open ground.
 The fire growing in his lungs was suddenly joined with a powerful scorching blast to his back. Mike was forced down face first into the mush of snow. He realized what it was when he managed to painfully turn to his side. The alleyway was on fire. It was a grenade.
 His attacker stepped through the flames, which were slowly being doused by the sheer cold draft and newly falling snowflakes adorning the alley.  
 A gun clicked heavily in the darkness as a robust thumb held back the hammer. An equally robust voice murmured beyond the barrel, "Probably the stupidest thing you done yet, Mikie."
 Mike chuckled slightly, grazing the shrapnel inside his chest against his still inflated lungs. "I guess, it was... heh heh..."
 The previously dark alley illuminated momentarily accompanied with a deafening wisp and a faint whimper. The snow quickly covered him.

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 “Just beyond that shed your gonna find a purple barn... now if you... if you see that barn you gone too far... you gotta make a left right after the shed. Cause its confusin for people not from these parts... the turns right after the shed. So if you see the purple barn ya gotta turn back... turn back and make a left at the shed. Or... wait a right? It’s a right if your turnin around... a right. A left if you didn' miss it...”
 She blinked her glazed over eyes, face propped up by one of her twiggy arms. Could this guy be any more slow? Michael couldn’t be THAT far from Indianapolis... Chicago perhaps? Still a good 200 miles...
 “And thats when I tell him, VERN... heh, Vern why you got that damn pitchfork in the outhouse for?!”
 “Ugh.”
 She drove off in the busted car, surging dust throughout the air behind her. The man in the faded overalls continued however in the waning sunlight, “Heh, cause ya see a pitchfork’s got no use in an outhouse! Unless you're doin that thing witht the marmoset again!”

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 He strained his eyes open once again, trying to pay attention to the CSI investigator to his right. A brilliantly red and plump sausage of a finger jutted out before his eyes, pointing towards the shadows  to his left..
 “Just down that alley, cleanin crews found’m under a good foot of snow. You know, the blizzard 3 days ago. No smell considering his body was frozen in seconds post-mortem. Skin’s a little destroyed from the sheer cold. It bursts open the cells like a bottle in the freezer.”
 “Mhmm.”
 Kenner took a long sip of his sweetened and creamed coffee. He couldn’t see how others could possibly like it pure black, unless they were trying too hard to seem badass. He didn’t really care, as long as it tasted damn good and woke him up.
 Indeed it did, as he found it easier to listen to the investigator in this freezingly blustery morning. He checked his watch, 4:17 AM to be exact.
 "Body had a few leftovers of shrapnel in the back, in the alley too. If this wasn’t the industrial area I guess someone would of heard it. Everyone was home during the blizzard if they had sense."
 The body wheeled in behind Kenner with a certain nostalgically rusty squeak. He pushed aside a few loose strands of hair from his eyes to get a better look. Even under the bag, he could tell the head was caved in.
 He nodded to the investigator, who went on his way with the body. Jack Kenner took a certain grace in order to keep his coffee from spilling while walking towards the police tape blocking off the alley. The wind cut at his face with another freezing gust, but he decided it must be better than having it blow off his head.
 “.44 Magnum did that to him.”
 This woke the detective up faster than the coffee, as he turned to view the familiar voice.
 He let out a simple, “Damn!” to his partner, who had managed to sneak up on him once again. Although both in their early 30s, Gutierrez was the younger at a lively 32. Jack still took a childlike pride in being the handsomer of the two, at least in his opinion.
 “At least that’s what the investigators who got here earlier told me. Could tell just by a glance...it’s real easy to pick .44s out from a crowd.”
 “...could stop a Rhino with that thing.”
 “Culprit was sloppy, left a casing in the snow... doesn’t that strike you as odd Jack?”
 “Yeah...”
 “I don’t think they tried to cover this up at all. Like they wouldn’t need to bother with it. Something high end of the spectrum, know what I mean?”
 “Syndicate.”
 
 ...
 
 Jack took another sip to warm his cheeks from the continually annoying breeze, “Gotta love this town.”
 “Heh...no place like home.”

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Michael Moore is in an anime!
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So one of my co-workers, his daughter was turning One Year old on Sunday, and since I’m such a nice guy, I turn up at his church at the crack of dawn. Now… I haven’t been to church in… *shudder*. I suppose it helps, just in case I’m so totally wrong with my atheist beliefs and somehow God exists in a Kingdom of clouds and Manna above in the sky. Yeah, it helps to get a little blessing, just to cover all your grounds. Anyway, it’s a small sorta place, when it comes to the circle of people. Everyone knows each other, etc. So this priest is like: “See how Richard met his wife here in church? Now they have a beautiful baby daughter and they’re happy and blah blah blah. Now if you begin married life in a church, or course you will continue to live a righteous one. See all these people meeting at bars and dance clubs? How do you think they will end up? So I suggest all you young ones look around you! This is the best place to find your partner in life!”

*shuffle shuffle* eyes on me *shudder* me mumbling “help”

God, my sister was trying to contain her laughter… yeah she came along too… how embarrassing.

What a load of BS from that priest too eh? I mean, statistically people who find their partners at church end up BORING. Although, of course, there are plenty of exceptions. Richard is a little boring sometimes, but he’s pretty cool.

So two hours later I’m just wanting to get home and change into some proper clothes… something in the shorts and t-shirt variety. But no, my party insists we go to visit our cousins wince we’re already out and about, so we do. When we got there they were having a ball with themselves mostly, the four kid cousins that is. Cap gun fun… I want a cap gun again.

Corn Pops

Then we go to visit our OTHER cousins, who were having a party or something… so I get in this card game with my aunts/cousins/uncles.  Spades to be exact. Since I’m the king of games, I won 6 games in a row (really) until we got tired of me winning. Aw yeah, awesome. *wa-shing*

Anyway, after all the shenanigans I got home at about 10 or 9… 14 hours or so after I left. XD Aw man… my stomach hurts now… come to think of it I didn’t eat until I came home…

Sometimes I just want to reach out an hug a kitten, don't you? *tear* but don't get me started on dogs, they just hate me. Cats seem to like me but dogs... yeah... woof woof woof!!! warf! ... wark!

New Video Games need to come out! I’ve got 500 bucks saved up just for games this fall! I’m not sure what to spend it on though… I need to come up with a plan… There are the deffinates, like KH2 and LoZ: Twilight Princess… but what else is there, and when are they coming out? X-Box 360 is coming, but I don’t think I want to buy that until next year. Oh! MK: Shaloin Monks comes out soon! I’ma get that too.

Ack, wtf, this is really hurting now. I’ll just be off.

Alright, so yesterday it was the usual deal. Up. Work. Chat. Work. Gym. Home. Internets. Bed.

This summer schedule is really killing me. I hardly have time for anything! The weekends remain free... but still... there usually some kind of family responsibility that goes along with it. Ah well. I shouldn't be complaining really. Things could be worse. =P

Actually before I went home I went to visit my niece and nephew, who are really like siblings to me. They had some relatives from out of state staying with them, so they were kind of tired. Oh yeah, they had gone to the arcade/mall and got this rubix cube thing, only it was in the form of a cylinder. They were complaining how everyone in the house tried, but couldn't solve it! *5 minutes later* I solved it! Take that everyone else!

So I had a klondike bar and left later... I wanted to go to Barnes & Noble on the way home, but it was already late. =P YEAH, I like to go to Barnes and Noble. Sue me.

So my older sister (shes like... what, almost 30 now?) sent me an e-mail about how great the generations before 'generation y" were. (Gen Y, thats all of you... born from 1980-1999) I tried to stop... I tried walking away... I tried forgetting about it! BUT NO! I had to get off on a rant!

Here's what she sent me... remember this was written by someone else on the net, and spread around by Gen X'ers... because I've seen it before.

"TO ALL THE  KIDS WHO SURVIVED the
1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or  drank while they
carried us.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a  can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with  bright colored
lead-based paints.
We  had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we  
rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we  took
hitchhiking
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air  bags.
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a  special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.  
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle  and NO ONE
actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soda  pop with sugar in it, but
we weren't overweight because  
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long  as we were back
when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.  
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and  then ride down
the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running  into the
bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.  
We  did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no  
99  channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell  
phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat  
rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found  them!
We  fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no  
lawsuits from these accidents.
We  ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us  forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays,
made up games with sticks and tennis  balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many  eyes.  
We rode bikes or walked to a  friend's house and knocked on the door or rang
the bell, or just walked in and  talked to them!
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those  who didn't
had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!  
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was  unheard of. They
actually sided with the law!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers,  problem solvers
and inventors ever!
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new  ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we  learned
HOW TO
DEAL WITH IT ALL!
And YOU are one of them! CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with others who have had the  luck to grow up as
kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our  lives for our own good
and while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they  will know how brave their parents were.
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors,  doesn't it?!"

Ok, now this is what I sent back...

"This isn't aimed at you o_o but this just got my on a rant. Too much George Carlin and Dennis Miller.

I apologize in advance for my rant, but I've seen this circulated around the net way too many times among generation X'ers. Spread this around to whoever sent it to you.

Concerning the 'attacks' on Generation Y and Z.
To the parents or 'relatives of young children' who ever said "hell yeah!" or "that’s right!" to this message... Shut up. Right now. Go get a glass of water, pull your ignorant self-righteous head out of your ass, and douse it with said water so you can hear and see properly. If you were a child of the 70s or below, your own children are the ones you are whining about right here. They are therefore, your responsibility. If you don't like what they're eating, don't like the fact that they don't go outside, don't like that they know more about technology than you do, THEN MAKE AN EFFORT TO MAKE THE OPPOSITE HAPPEN. You are the same people who will not let your children go outside by themselves. You are the same people who are overly concerned about what your kids eat, drink, watch, breathe, and sleep in! The children of this age aren't different by birth! You are bringing them up this way! Oh my, little league is doesn't make cuts anymore. Your generation is the one complaining and making this happen! Lawsuits? Sueing? Child protection seats up to the age of 15? (yes, 15) I'm sure its all the 20 somethings who practice those ones nowadays... So quit reminiscing in vain and give your child a proper upbringing as you see fit! And for God sakes take some responsibility to raise your children the way you find proper before you blame television, the Internet, video games, and Canada. (Perhaps not Canada, but who cares? It's Canada) Oh my! Grand Theft Auto, a game with the equivilant of an R rating and can only be sold to members of society with proof of age above 17 years, is being played by children who obtained it via some complex scheme of Dick Dastardly proportions! What ever shall we do?! If they got their hands on it, if you see them playing, PULL THEM AWAY. Why the hell are you blaming the people who made it? It is intended for a mature audience. Ever heard of a porno? It's not intended for children, yet people make them. So yes, it is in fact, possible to govern what your kids do. I plan to expose my radical find in this week's Science Weekly. Perhaps this utter lack of modesty and responsibility on part of Generation X is just a side effect from all said pregnant mothers participating in the simultaneous act of: drinking, smoking, hopping up and down repeatedly on their bellies into flaming balls of lead paint at the bottom of a set of stairs while shoving a pot of blue-cheese-doused raw tuna up their urethra. Pop quiz hotshot; name a song by Michael Jackson. To easy? What's your kid’s favorite song? That’s right, stop trying to think about it and shut the fuck up. It's ten PM; do you have any idea who your kids are?"

pwned. Thats it for today.

Aside from my extremely interesting job of inputting/editing information on the net and company database, I went to the office gym yesterday. ^_^

Ok, so the entire building is divided into a North and a South wing. So We're located in the North wing, and take up most of the space on the top floor. The South wing however is fecking huge, although its mostly hallways, and less offices.

So to get down to the gym you have to cross this bridge suspended in mid air like 40 feet, then make your way down the zombie-like South Wing. XD I swear I hardly see anyone around there. Then the staircases are like... mass bunker type staircases like in a zombie movie! =D Its so cool.

Anyway, the gym itself just has like one multipurpose machine, 3 bikes, 2 treadmills a set of weights, chin up bar, 911 phone XD, a mirror, umm... oh yeah, a scale too. Its enough I say =D No one's ever in there.

Anyway, I did a little too much, and two hours later I'm feeling kind of zonky heading for the parking lot. LOL my legs felt weird walking. XD I should try the more reps, less weight method next time. They say thats better for toning.

So since I was still kind of wtfpwned when I got home, as I go around the dining room my balance just slips for some reason, and I drag my shoulder into this metal stub sticking out of the huge cabinet dealie. A couple of curses later... XD hurt like a bitch. Didn't pierce the skin much, like a gouge or anything.

Tomorrow is cardio! I suck at cardio! Awesome! Wait, no it isn't awesome. *head tilt down*

Oh man, I nearly died laughing at all these YTMND's yesterday. XD I'm just easily amused like that I guess. Some people I shoed them too were all "thats petarded" (well, he said retarded, but Petarded sounds so much better) and I'm all like "nuh uh!" Guess he wasn't in a good mood. =| There was this one that I just rofl'd at for some reason... I don't know why... it really wasn't that funny now that I think about it... I guess its all in the delivery.

I've got to come up with ideas for this new movie! Oh yeah, and work too! Later!

So I went to see my sister in Mahattan the other day. She seemed bored. =P We didn't do much actually. She went to her office computer (although no one was there, and it was reminiscent of a tactical espionage adventure) to search for movie times and showings. She tried to pull me to see 'Hustle and Flow' and 'Crash, and I tried to pull her to see 'Howl's Moving Castle' and 'Fantastic Four'. It ended in a stalemate, and we saw nothing.

Eventually we just went to a Barnes and Noble and picked up some things. (because aside from being uber hip and sexy, we have to be nerds and read our fucking books, ok?) I pulled a copy of 'Half Blood Prince' and showed her page 606. XD Hahaha. I think A few other people listened in and got pissed. Awesome.

I got 'The Art of War', 'Tales of Mystery and Imagination', 'Heart of Darkness', and a magazine. =P Don't ask me when 'The Art of War' will come in handy, it already has. I was tempted to get 'Hellboy' or 'Cowboy Bebop' comics/mangas... but I prefer to just read those in the stores instead of actually buying them.

I wanted to get the Divine Comedy too, but all they had was The Inferno... and as much as I love it, I've already read it... and I won't pay money for it unless it comes with the rest.

So that day I was wearing my Cowboy Bebop shirt, and on the train ride home there were some people across from us who were talking about the music from the show. I doubt those people saw my shirt, but my sister pointed out a lot of people were looking at it the whole day. She points these things out because I'm totally oblivious to these sort of things. XD Well that just means it's going mainstream; awesome.

I got a hair cut, which I find MEH. I feel like my mane's been chopped off. T-T It should grow back pretty kewl, but for now... a resounding MEH. I hate it this way.

So I'm going to Cali the week after my birthday ^_^ Hollywood to be exact. You know, just look around, site see, etc. Just myself, no one else. It should be fun if I find some things to do. God, I need some time to myself... I'm so glad I saved up for this. =D

So I came up with a bunch of stuff for my next movie! Now there are a lot of teens who are into making movies. Some of the ones I know... 

There's that one kid who looks like Peter Jackson without the beard, who is kind of a control freak when he ran the Film Club from what I hear. He wouldn't let others put in their ideas. I never joined in the first place though. XD

Then theres that REALLY white black guy, (hes cool and all, just really white and rich) who managed to get some cool editing, but his stories turned out like a Disney direct to video tween movie. Not my thing, thank you.

And theres that other black guy who practically sucks Zack Braffs balls all day, and I'm like stfu! Hes not the greatest thing to hit the fuckin screen! Spielberg? Tarantino? Brando? No.. Zach Braff... listen people, quirky does not always = GOOD. He was a pretty cool guy and all, but he just kind of spazzed after Garden State. XD

Then theres me, I don't know what my faults are yet, or else I would fix them! XD I dunno, being an asshat er somethin? You tell me! Really! I think my ideas just seems weird to many people, and they just don't get it. Like in that DragonBall parody we did...

It was about a kid who was a pron fiend and had this uber pron tape called Backdoor Sluts 9. (yeah, South Park reference! In an ep, it is referred to as the nastiest, proniest pron ever) So some kids from the school steal it from him because hes a real douche first off, and plus they want to see it. One of them takes it on his own and watches it. When the others find him in his room (after some screaming) they find him retarded/stupified! Now they figure the pron was too much for him... but they can't resort to the hospital! Think of all the trouble! So they go on an adventure to find the 7 Hairy Monkey Balls to wish their friend back to normal. We did some skits for the 7 balls, finishing with a grand battle against this really evil guy who is evil for no reason, and wants the balls for himself. There was also a troup of gay mercs in spandex who tried to stop the kids on behalf of said evil dude. In the end, they get a wish, and they waste it on Waffles. So they decide to watch the tape themselves, only to go into a stupid state themselves! Why? The video is revealed NOT to be Backdoor Sluts 9, but a copy of 'Shazam'! *ba dum ching* There was some stuff about a fisherman in a Jason hockey mask, a boy who gets run over by a truck and is reconstructed by scientists like the bionic man, (only with a cardboard box for a head) and R2-D2 for some reason. Also the kid who became retarded first would be in the background a lot of the time, causing havoc and whatnot. We filmed it all, but never got to edit it. =P

ANYWAY, the next movie is a Cowboy Bebop tribute; I guess its from having all this Bebop on the brain lately. I want to shoot it in all black and white too. =D Grainy and gruff, yeah. I made up a few scenes in my head while in a dream state induced by stabbing my dick repeatedly with 16 rusty nails. (or listening to my ipod... I forget) It should really be cool! I've got the Noir stuff down to a pat, and now that everyone's got a car and getting from one place to another should be easy... well filming should be hella easier too.

Thats it for today! - Chop Chop Master Onion

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