Hahahahaha
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October 30, 2003
Sharks
Woo! Go Sharks go!
Yea! Go USA!
http://www.digiserve.com/eescape/closet/silly/2-at-Taco-Bell.html
Link generously sent to me by Nitr0sity.
I NEED A MAC
Ok. I don't game, so shut up and listen.
I am posting from school, and I am on a macintosh using Mac OS X.2. Holy shit I love this more than i realized. This screen, the feel, the look, iTunes, iChat, everything makes me want to just... lose it all over the keyboard.
So I am going to start saving up for a G5. Right now I have 200 bux. Only... 2000 more dollars to raise... ;..;
October 28, 2003
Hockey
Go anahiem!
October 27, 2003
Music.
Back to my "music is deep as fuck" ramblings.
A few minutes ago I felt really alone and quiet.
Then I turned on my music, and I felt like I always do. What does this mean? Am I a lot more lonley then I let on? Or do I just need music to survive?
It was an odd feeling... very odd, and I bet I sound crazy trying to explain it all for you.
Ahh! CUTE!
Thank Dwaggie for this one, and while you're at it, go read his blog. I'm sure he will love you for it.
Where'd it go?
10/6 Initial Deposit: +$260 ($260)
10/7 "Plus Package" Service Charge: -$5 ($255)
10/14 PayPal Certification: +$.44 ($255.55)
10/14 ATM Withdraw, Forgot why...: -$41.50 ($213.94)
10/16 ATM Withdraw, Gas: -$20 ($193.94)
10/20 Bought VanFanel title on Gen[M]ay: -$5 ($188.94)
10/20 Donation to Closet-Coon Comic: -$5 ($183.94)
10/20 Farhad's Premium Xanga Gift: -$25 ($158.94)
10/20 Buying more... present type stuff: -$23.78 ($135.16)
10/20 The Matrix: Revolutions, Tickets(2): -$25 ($110.16)
10/24 eBay (Animal Crossing, GCN): -$43.29 ($66.87)
10/24 ATM Withdraw @ School: -$16.50 ($50.37)
10/27 ATM Deposit: +$30 ($80.37)
Those are what is showing up, but I know of two things not in there yet.
10/28 One more Matrix Ticket: -$11.50 ($68.87)
10/28 Paycheck #1: +$285.87 ($354.74)
As you can see, I had some impulse online shit, like with the donations, and farhad's present... and ebay. God I got raped on eBay.
The Savage Nation
I just saw a commercial with this guy, and he is in a small group of people, as well with the host on Hardball and Bill O'Rilley that... really annoy me. I guess if I was into politics that would make me, against them? Not sure. All I know is I think they are freaking idiots. Not those normal kind of idiots who don't know where the bathrooms are, twice in a row, but that special kind of idiot that really makes you tingle deep down below.
Amber
I ask that all of you give your hopes, prayers, wishes, voodoo luck charms, or whatever you do for blessings to my cousin Amber. She gets shipped off into Iraq soon, and will be running the convoy lines for the Striker brigade. Yeeesh. My cousin... in the fuggin Army. Thats crazy. Good and bad crazy.
Busser
Well I trained to be a busser about two days ago. So now I can make tips. I have gone from sitting people, to cleaning up thier mess, boy am I moving up the ladder :P. My left arm is killing me, and I can see my CTS is going to be a little bitch about this new job. Opening is about an HOUR of vacuming, litterally, an hour. Closing is even worse though. You have have mop and sweep EVERYTHING, and you can't imagine the kitchen area... Ugh. Now thats some disgusting crap on the floor after a long night.
Speaking of a long night, tonite I worked as a Host and for some odd, ODD, reason it was busier than I have seen it in a long time. When we opned the door at 3, we had a banquet party of 30, then a party of 8, twenty minutes later we had a party of 8 and 10, and then a party of 15 later on, then 2 tops like mad, and servers weren't coming on, and then, and then, @..o
I'm just glad to be home, typing away and hoping my left arm pain would shut up. :P
School
Man, school is really cramping my 'sit around on my ass' time.
Fun for you!
Want to have some fun with me? Well, if you happen to find out when I work as a host (I will be on Friday, or Halloween if you must) then call in and make a reservation for 2 under some online name I know you as. If I am taking the reservation I will laugh, and if someone else is, I will be laughing about it when I read the entry, and probably blog about it when I get home.
510.794.8222
2 Days
I haven't been online in like, 2 days. This may seem trivial, but for me thats pretty extreme, I had email to check, my forums were behind the time, and I had to update you all on my life, because I know you all love my life. Its so interesting! I mean, from the computers to... the furriness... to the... songs... and... more furriness...
Yeah...
So...
...
How 'bout them Marlins?
Random Shoutout
I will be taking every other name I see online, and giving a shoutout. First starting in my channel. Annnndd... go!
Dmitri - A better guy than I thought he was, keep rockin'.
Eevee - I thought you left... @..o
CrisDragon - Who are you, and how did you find my site?
krado - See above
LunarDragon - You have a very sophisticated vernacular, yet you lack the mental intuition to back most of these statements up.
Nikashi - I think I should know you, right?
Spheric - Well, for someone written into one of my stories you sure still don't talk a whole lot...
Zerkonia - Fangst
Coyoteisking - How did such a cult legend just fade away so quick... is this going to happen to me? ;..;
pokepheonix88 - You're weird and have ugly fonts.
TheSlickestTheif - I don't really understand why you ever started to talk to me, we never talked in school, but oh well, we do.
DefectChild - So.. how's my fellow 13k?
Photoduck - Temp blog. Very... catchy name?
SeanPatch - Umm... you have a nice car. Probably would be nicer if I cared / knew anything about cars.
VanFanel - You take like 4 hours showers 2am in the morning. Thats weird
October 24, 2003
Cause I'd Miss You.
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
I'm just in one of those moods again where I am realizng the power of love, and any other human created bond between two people. Its amazing what we do for eachother. Two strangers with no need for eachother outside of procreation have created a bond that nothing can break. It defied logic, reason, common sense, and there isn't a thing you can do to measure it. You can't determine if you are in love or not, you can't stop it from happening, and you can't control what it happens with. You will love what you want, and nothing that happens will ever make you think differently.
Love is made by humans, to stop us from going insane, it serves no real purpose, and yet love is the sole reason I love being human. I love knowing I will spend a good portion of my life on something universally pointless, only because "it feels good."
Philosophical
See, this is what happens to me when I am up late and hear the right songs. Music. Now that is a powerful tool. I'm not talking about angsty depressing music, the kind of shit teenagers listen to and then go to dress up in all black and call themselves depressed. I mean the songs that mean something to you. In my example is "Hotel California" because it unlocks so many memories, and they all centralize around a key point - freedom.
If I ever escape from something, this will be the song playing through my car stereo. I would be driving off from all of life's problems, joys, and sadnesses. I will be alone, and I will just drive towards the sun.
The only problem with that? You can't chase the sun, for it is already running from something itself - time. And we all know you cannot escape the grip of time.
Third Grade
Well, this girl came into my work a few days ago, with a large group. She walked out, looked at me weird and carried on. 20 seconds later she comes back in, and this is what transcribed:
Her> Hi, this may sound really weird, but what grade school did you go to?
Doc> *thinks* Niles Elementary
Her> Oh...
Doc> What?
Her> It's just that there was a Gordon who went to Treeview with red hair.
Doc> Oh snap... I went there for like, 2 or 3 years.
Her> Ms.Korea, 3rd grade
Doc> Wow... yeah, I had her...
Her> Hah, I was in your class!
Doc> *stupid grin* No way
Her> It's kind of hard to forget you, red hair and Gordon, both not very common.
Doc> Wow.. I wish I could remember you, but I hardly remember anything from then, let alone names.
Her> Oh don't worry, I just wanted to say hi, or something, hehe.
Doc> Yeah.. heh, wow. Well, thanks for making my night better, bye.
Her> *walks out*
It was kind of a trip... to think even back then people remember me. This is why I believe I will become something in this world. Not all powerful, not a supreme ruler, not even statewide known but I will become something great. Already I have matured into someone people love, people can trust.
I am no leader, but I am always ahead of the game.
Sin
So, Sin mentioned me in her blog. Felt kind of nice, brought back a lot of old feelings. She is added onto my blogroll now.
The Matrix: Revolutions
Well, I recruited Cail into my Matrix army, now we are up to 3.
October 23, 2003
No Class!
Class is cancelled tomorrow! Woo! Now I am free from 7:35 to 12.
n..n
Hugs for all! Except that one guy. He's wierd.
October 22, 2003
Good 'ol planet.
spheric_fox: I need a Delorian
xdrgamezx: Who doesn't?
spheric_fox: captain planet
spheric_fox: he can do anything
xdrgamezx: Hrm.
xdrgamezx: True.
spheric_fox: ANYthing
Handwriten
October 21, 2003
What Movie?
Fight Club!
What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
brought to you by Quizilla
Awrh... I don't think I should be in Fight Club.
October 20, 2003
Reno911!
Ahh! They ended the season finale with a "To Be Continued"!!! Ahh!! You can't do that! ;..; Now I'm going to forget to watch it, and be all sad. And enraged. Shit.
InsaneJ
Well, in his quest to have a better website, J0hnny is going to install a MT blog, using the same system I use. Finally someone who I /know/ will use this, so I can trackback and whatnot.
Some Pics
I'm not too egotistical... am I?
Dumbass
*sigh*
Yeah, angst alert run. One of the few posts like this.
I wont say much except... it may not be normal to society... but it feels normal to me. I think it hurt more coming from someone that seemed so open.
I need to cuddle...
October 19, 2003
Kids Play
Kids Play
Would today's tykes tolerate the classic games you grew up with? Kids do say the darndest things in this uncut version of an EGM article—now with a bonus game not included in the original story!
This is kind of sad, to listen to some of the responses of the kids. I can understand when they bash pong, but when they start making fun of Tetris, you know kids today aren't in touch with thier "roots"
John: I just lined up six of the same color. Why didn't they blow up?
EGM: Nothing blows up.
That makes me cry.
Something Freaky, and a story.
Well, first off the freaky thing. You all know my number, 68, the number of the gods, etc etc. Well if you go back and look at my 68th entry since I moved to this blog system, something will kind of scare you. It scared me.
Now onto the story.
To understand the story you first have to understand I wrote this using my furry persona. To quickly wrap it up, just take my personality and put it into this body minus the cig. And put clothes on that. Anyways, enjoy. Most of it will be posted in the extended entry, so read more if you want to read it all.
Its The Doc
The street? Busy. The building? Starting to look its age. The hallway? Musty. The door number? Missing the six. The room? Small, quaint. The atmosphere? Unlike any you have ever imagined. As you slowly walk around the apartment the world seems to move at such a slow pace, you grow anxious to live the rest. Normal things just as dripping faucet now become one of the most amazing things — for now it feels you have enough time to stare and wonder every thought you have wanted to think. Watching the water drip slowly, each drop making a small satisfying ‘piff’ sound as it hits the metal sink you start to feel a growing thirst. You turn to go find a glass, only to see one filled with water on the counter waiting for you. Without so much as a second thought you pick it up and feel that its plenty cool enough to be refreshing. In a smooth movement you drink it all down, the glass now making a very hollow sound as it is placed against the tile. Something seems to bother your nose a split second, causing you to close your eyes and rub it away. Upon opening them again you see the glass of water… a bit pass full.
Carefully you bend over and lean against the counter to stare at it. You know you drank it all but there it was, water clear as ever. With a bit more caution you pick up the glass and turn to the sink to pour it out, listening to the same hollow sound it makes as you set it back down. Without blinking you stare into the crystal workings of the glass, watching to see if such a weird event would happen more than once. Just as you think nothing is going to happen you blink, and in that fraction of a second, the glass was back to its form once again — a little bit more than half full. Now with the curiosity of a small child you pour out the water and blink, only to watch it refill once again. In amazement you hold the cup upside down and blink as fast as you can, watching the endless stream of water flow from thin air.
Just as you grow tired of such an odd glass you hear a sharp pop and a scratch, startling you. The glass falls from your hand and towards the floor as you shield your eyes from what will be shards of glass. To yet another one of your surprises you hear the sound of a plastic cup bouncing harmlessly off the ground. You take a glance down to see instead of the thick crystal glass, the cup was now red, and very much plastic. You pick it up and examine it, seeing a small inscription "Unbreakable" on the bottom of the cup, most likely the well chosen brand name. The quiet scratching soon turned into a soothing music, as you recognized a record player in the background. Placing the cup on the counter while looking for the source of the sound you hear an empty crystal glass being put down against tile. You freeze and look in your hand, seeing the glass once again restored, water and all.
With enough of the glass you walk around the apartment, which seems much larger than you first realized it being. The source of the music seemed to come from everywhere, and yet you were drawn to a certain area, where it may be controller perhaps. Turning a sharp corner you see an empty room, with nothing more than an old fashion record player. You walk up to it and examine, seeing that this was where the sound was coming from. What seemed to puzzle you however is while the needles was dropped, the record was not spinning, in fact — nothing was moving. You picked the needle up off the record, instantly hearing the song stop. With a very delicate hold you pick up the record, spinning it slowly around to read the title, which has been hand written.
"Only He Can Hear," you mumble, seeing as it was the only thing written. You place the music ‘only he can hear’ back down on the pin and place the needle back into place, hearing the soothing music pick back up.
"You interrupted my favorite song," you hear from behind you, in a solid voice.
Quickly you turn your head to see a casually dressed red dragon looking being. "How…"
"Don’t bother asking me, I put it on, and it works. Something are best no knowing answers too," the dragon smiled.
You stand for a moment longer, somewhat surprised at yourself that you don’t seem frightened by a talking dragon looking human person. Yet after the whole water glass episode earlier, you aren’t overly surprised. "What is this place? Who are you?"
He, from what you are guessing — you haven’t seen very many dragon people to even know if they have genders or not; smiled back at you, "You can call me Doc, I pretty much run this place."
You slowly nod as if you understood what he was talking about, which was a blatant lie at the time. After a brief silence you try asking again, "Soo… where is this place?"
The quiet dragon just turned his head and walked off, "You came here, so you should know where you are." With a gentle smile he walked off, "Let me show you around the place."
You tried to remember how exactly you got here, finding it odd that the first thing you remember is staring at the door number, room 68, missing the six… or was it the eight? Shaking away your own loss of information you followed close, looking down to see the dragon’s tail slowly swishing back and forth. "Erm… excuse me… sir? I believe your… tail… is on fire."
Without breaking stride he talked back, laughing, "Don’t worry about that, its when it goes out you should tell me; and call me Doc."
Nodding you follow suit, wondering how such a small apartment seem to have grown into such a large house now. You notice a few rooms, most of them completely empty — giving the impression they were even void of all color, not even white or black.
"These rooms are yet to be filled."
"By who?" You ask.
"Intelligence, wisdom, experience, whatever life decides to toss this way at the time." The quiet dragon man continued walking, pointing out some of the different rooms, each description not making any sense at all. He passed a room where the door, besides being all black unlike the others; was shut tight.
"Wait, what’s in this room? Why is it black?"
Doc stopped and walked back next to you, almost making you uncomfortable. He reached forward and placed his claw on the door, feeling it. As you watch you feel a bit uneased at the 4 massive nails, but at the same time feel silly for he seemed gentle as a lamb. "This door holds… things that nobody knows."
"Like what?"
He chuckled, "Nobody but me knows. I will tell you this, while people come here to get help with their own problems, behind this door lies problems not even this place can solve. Problems so large they are to be locked away — pushed aside so as not to distract from helping others."
You stare at the door, getting a really gloomy vibe from standing so close to it now. "Why… can’t they be fixed?"
Doc glanced over, taking his claw off the door, "Because by erasing your problems, you erase part of yourself sometimes." He stops and looks right into your eyes, making you feel petrified and relaxed as the gaze seemed to see though every lie you told, and couldn’t care less. Breaking the silence he bowed his head and held a claw up to point at a small horn like protrusion near the back of it. "See that ring around my horn there?"
You nod, noting a thick black band running around the horn, "Yes."
He lifted his head back up, "That’s a mark given to me, it is what links me to that dark room. A reminder that I must do everything to my best, that I must win at everything I try."
"Why?"
"Because if I do not win at one thing, I lose."
"What do you mean? What do you lose?" You ask, getting tired of such mindgames.
Doc walked off again, "I lose everything I have. Now follow — there is more to see." The dragon walked off again, turning down a hall and stopping at two large wooden doors. "Here is one of my favorite rooms." He placed his claws on the door handles, turned them and gave a hefty push, hearing the creaking echo through the room. Taking a few steps in the lights kicked on, revealing a huge room, seemingly bigger than the entire house so far. Along the walls were huge cases of books.
"What… are all these books?"
"Common sense mostly, but there is some philosophy, psychology, and other books of the sort. It’s where I come when I need to fix a problem, or help someone out."
"Help them with what?" You ask idly, walking towards a wall and browsing the book titles.
"Life."
You hardly notice the answer as you pick up a book at random and open it. While the words all appeared to be in English, no matter how hard you tried to read it, the sentence never made sense. You struggle again and again, each word pronounced and executed perfectly, yet the sentence making no sense. Doc looked over to see your strugglings.
"Don’t bother trying to read those. Only I understand them for some odd reason." You put the book back a bit miffed.
"Well what's the point of having books around if you are the only one to read them?"
"Usually I’m the only one here." Smiling he walked towards a large desk in the middle of the room. In front of the desk was a large pedestal, adorned with intricate fire like designs running up the sides. On the wooden platform was a single solitary piece of paper. Catching up with the dragon you look at it, running into the same problem you had with the earlier books; only this time you were smart enough not to make a fool of yourself.
"What's this one say?" You hear Doc sigh deeply and look over, seeing him now struggling to read it. "Wait, I thought you could read these."
Doc turned and motioned toward the walls of books, "Those — yes. Those I can understand for they have been experienced and worked out. But this… this paper. It is the only thing I cannot understand."
"Do you know what it is about."
"Yes, I know it concerns me, I can make out that much. And I know once I figure it out, anyone who I help will benefit more than they can imagine. This piece of paper explains why I am the way I am. Why I think, how I feel, and what I do, is all explained in one small paragraph. And… I don’t know the answer to it yet." You stare in an almost solemn silence at the paper, desperately trying to read it as well — feeling sorry for your host. "But enough of this, it’s time to show you one last thing." Doc turned and walked out, letting you exit before closing the heavy doors with a thud.
"Once quick question," you ask.
"Shoot."
"When I walked in here… it was no bigger than 2 rooms at max, how… is it so big now?"
"There are levels in this place, not even I know of yet," Doc chuckled and walked back to the main room, where a small TV was playing some movie. You weren’t paying much attention, but apparently it included some sort of disc being flung back and forth. Walking by Doc flipped off the TV and took a seat in the chair. "Please, sit down on the couch." You walked by the coffee table and took a seat, finding the old worn out looking couch to be quite comfortable. "So, is there anything you would like to know about this place?"
A million questions flooded your mind, but for some reason none of them came to a heard. "Um… How… long has this place been here?"
"Oh… almost twenty years now, its amazing how much it has grown in the past couple of years though."
Something didn’t quite feel right through all of this experience. Almost as if… you were pulled here without really knowing it. Then your next question came to mind, feeling a bit bold, "Why was I brought here."
Doc stayed silent for quite some time, taking a slow breath, "You shouldn’t so much ask why you are here, but rather, thank whatever brought you here."
Confused and once again annoyed you snapped back, "Thank it for what?"
"It’s not often you get to see my mind."
Completely confused and annoyed you sit forward and bury your face in your hands, "None of this makes sense! What are you talking about!" With a humph you look back up, only to see the scene has completely changed. No longer were you in the small quaint room, but now looking a windshield. "What the hell?" Looking around you quickly notice you are in your car. "How in the…" You jump out of your car, and look around, taking note you are outside of the building you were just in. "What just happened?" You run into the building, and up the first flight of stairs, reading the room numbers. "Thirty four… Thirty nine…" Up three more flights of stairs and you reach room 66. Slowing down to a walk you reach room 68, both numbers now on the door. "Sixty eight… this was the room." You turn the knob and push it open, only to see the room was in a complete state of degradation. Not believing what you are seeing you walk in, noting the small TV, chair and couch. You quickly walk to the kitchen, surprised to see a glass of water sitting on the counter — undisturbed. Without a double take you pick it up and drop it over the floor. This time however, the glass shatters into small pieces. "No…" Staring for what seemed ten minutes you dropped to your knees to pick up a large piece off the glass, finding it odd it didn’t shatter like the rest. It was a part of the bottom and you saw something written into the glass, most likely the manufacturer. "It’s the Doc." You read out loud, that statement catching you by surprise, making you drop the piece, only to watch it bounce harmlessly off the ground. You didn’t need to test the unbreakable quality of it again. Standing up slowly you smiled, seeing there was no hallway to the large house you were in earlier. "Yeah… the Doc…"
As you walk out you note the TV, couch, and chair once more. You go to close the door behind you, stopping to look over your shoulder. Just as it was about to close you hear a familiar voice.
"Adios."
You smile and keep closing it, As soon as it shuts, music inside of the room kicks on, playing a quiet piano and guitar duet. The same familiar voice inside gave out a few hearty laughs as you turn to stare at the door, before smiling once again and walking off trying to remember where you were going.
* DrGamez dances to the music only hear can hear.
Samuri
Mark one up to the MJKarweb.
October 18, 2003
Kekeke?
X DrGamez X (11:39:48 PM): Did I already mentally spooge on you about the matrix tickets?
MaverickFFS (11:39:52 PM): even the irc minions who can outcynic me are gibbering
MaverickFFS (11:39:56 PM): yeah
X DrGamez X (11:39:59 PM): ohk
MaverickFFS (11:40:09 PM): you did your mental bukakke
X DrGamez X (11:40:18 PM): Oh
X DrGamez X (11:40:22 PM): I went stylish
X DrGamez X (11:40:28 PM): ANd created pixel buttons for my site.
MaverickFFS (11:40:29 PM): bu-ka-ke?
MaverickFFS (11:40:40 PM): bukakkekekekekeke
X DrGamez X (11:40:43 PM): onos.
MaverickFFS (11:40:44 PM): ;D
Linkage
Found this kind of cool, ripped it off somefoolwitha.com, so go read his site, it rawks.
No seriously, go read it.
Silly Commie.
X DrGamez X (2:30:37 AM): I'm with stupid *points at the name above his in your buddy list*
NovaWarrior23 (2:31:19 AM): so your calling vanfanel89 stupid then
NovaWarrior23 (2:31:28 AM): that poor commie
Kazja
Yeah... Kaze being a... ninja... apparently. Silly coon. Ninja. Ninja coon. @..@
October 16, 2003
Paycheck
I got paid! My first job ever, my first paycheck ever, and I get 285 bux, after taxes. I will scan it in tomorrow, but apparently I get paid 8 bux an hour.
n..n
EEEEeeee impulse buys goo!
Inuyasha
Hello, It's Late
Hey, its late, so I will randomly send a shoutout to everyone in the #LiveYiff right now.
Alexandra - ... Actually I don't know you... at all. So... Yeah, go you.
Boomer - Hey there. You border on the edge of an MC and seem to try and annoy me a lot. Stop trying to converse with the bot!
Catboy-Pandeh - You are Zerkonia's mate... wow. Just.. yeah.
Cerco - "Just because you are a nice person, doesn't mean you're gay." :P
Dmitri - I can never tell when you are anthro and when you arent... Oh well, you have grown on me, despite my first impressions.
Hizashi - I think I should know you, but I don't, so yeah...
Kalaco - kal kal, doc doc, mac mac @..@ Lots of repeated words. Oh well, your a macboy, so that makes you cool beyond belief.
LeoNerd - You seem cool, but you are asleep right now, so... I'm going to draw on your face with a marker.
Mewwie - Too cute for your own good it seems n..n Nice to meet you.
Orion - ... Umm... the stars? (Who is this guy/girl?)
PsycoCharmander - You. Fucking. Rock. Keep sending me money!
Psyroid - Hemeroid? (Straight to hell for that one, I know X..x)
SQuoll - You realize the first two letters of your name have been capitalized... for a while now.
Turrent - You're asleep, and I don't know you.
Yomi - Jeez. How long have you been in this damn chanell? Hasn't it driven you insane yet?!
Zarel - SJ Fur, wee ^..^ I will make it down for chicken or pizza one night, I promise that!
October 15, 2003
Robot Sumo!
http://www.hellblazer.com/archives/002135.html
This guy posted a blip about martial arts robots. I mean.. come on. MARTIAL ARTS ROBOTS! How awesome is that?
Holy Jesus thats fast
A supercomputer built by a US university from desktop Apple G5 computers could be the second fastest machine on the planet...
Read More...
Mm... Studied
All studied up. I will go over it once more before I go to sleep, then once again when I wake up, just to make sure. I know how the mind processes light photons to the location of the temporal lobe and its function (Apparently it has nothing to do with time). So, wish me luck tomorrow, 30% of my grade depends on this one test, and its not even a midterm.
Another Name to the List
Sorry if this offends anyone, but I believe and have circumstansial evidence to support my idea that the name Ashley, is a cursed name for a woman to have. First it was my ex, named Ashley. Things were fine until near 7months, then she got wierdly possesive, and crazy. We broke up with much hate for eachother after a year. Then my cousin Travis' ex, named Ashley. She was the same, became crazy with possesiveness, and drove him insane. Then there was this girlfriend to a friend of Navleen's. She is already talking about baby names... at 2 months going out, if that. And now there is Jason's Ashley. She is just crazy possesive. I wont even begin to list all her flaws, I can't summerize them before my CTS sits in.
Genral [M]ayhem
Well, I'm finally signing up for these forums, I am in the moderation queue right now. I will be up against a lot of hate at first. 1, because I am a newbie, and 2 because I am a furry. So if they see this blog unfortunatley my life there is screwed. Which leads me to my next topic.
Keyboard
Damn this keyboard is filty. I don't even know how some of the keys got diry. Like the F12 key... or the "]" sign. Hrm. I guess I will go unplug it tomorrow or something and clean it all up.
October 14, 2003
Just. Wow. Again.
teenboy94536 (10:56:25 PM): is that an actual ride?
Send money?
I now have a little PayPal donate graphic on the right hand side now.
Send... you... money? Why the hell should I do that?
I am sincerly asking for any donations from anyone who feels kind enough. Just think about it and hear me out. For years now I have helped you. I have always tried my best to make you laugh, smile, or feel better. I have always said what you were thinking in class.
On the work side I have done countless. COUNTLESS pieces of work for people, all for free. Flash intros, websites, you name it, I've done it. All I ask is that you look into yourself, and see if you can scrounge up a couple of bucks to return all the work I have done.
Thanks, heh.
Matrix.
BUY. IT. NOW. BITCHES.
October 13, 2003
Lets Catch You Up
Here, we go, time for a super condensed bloggin'.
The Topics:
New Design
Psych Test
Busy Work
Halloween
AX
Ryan
5th Mix
Sounds
Pictures
Here we go!
So as you have noticed there is a new design, tell me what you think about it. Just note however, its supposed to have only three colors in it, so shut up if you don't like my art style.
I have a psych test on Thursday, which I have studied very little for. It's hard to recall the lecture when you fall asleep in the class...
This week through the holiday will be crazy go busy. Black Angus just released a new coupon, which is the ONLY reason people eat at this overpriced place, and that means it will be crazy busy for a loooong time.
I recorded some more sounds, go ahead and browse my stuff/ folder for some funny goodies.
Sexy.
October 8, 2003
Buitime!
X DrGamez X (1:07:15 PM): I can play all my games on it
X DrGamez X (1:07:23 PM): Makes my penis mucho hardo.
qTiP b0y (1:07:52 PM): zesty
Wow
My internet was really messed up yesterday and today I decided I should try to reset my modem. Usualy this is what tech support tells you to do, knowing it never works and just makes the user feel better. It actually worked this time though. Out of the million of problems I have had, this is the first time resetting the damn thing actually worked. Go me.
October 7, 2003
The View
I am typing this out at CSUH right now, behind Warren Hall. Its a huge building on top of a larger hill. I am at the base of the buildling now, in front of me the building, and behind me one of the most amazing views of human suburban life I have ever witnessed. Standing on the edge of the small dropoff you can see for miles. 300 degrees of life around you. From the mountain tops to the left, all the way to the freaking bay bridge. Yes. I can see the entrance to San Fransisco from up here. Thats like... a 45 minute drive and I can see the San Mateo bridge with no problem. I see houses shaded in trees, and roads, and cars. It sounds really corny but it almost made me tear up. Yes, very corny, but I get emotional over powerful things like this. I mean... look what we, as humans have created. We were given a brain, hands, and rational thought. What we made was society. What we created is what I can see before me now. Endless rows of houses, and inside each house are people. People who have joy and sadness. People who have a million different things goin on at once, and still manage to live in a society. God damn. I don't know what I would do without rational thought. Actually, I wouldn't notice if I didn't have it, because... it takes it to realize it. Confusing? Well yeah.
Damn... I wish you all could be standing here next to me to see this. Thats what I want for christmas. I just want some of my online friends to stand up here on this damned hill and waste time talking about nothing. I want Nimbus, Pelican, Riiko, Hulex, Cail, Yomi, AX, Nanpitomo, Cybil; just up here. Not doing anything, not being anyone but ourselves. I want that because, its a site to see, and it would make it better if for just once, I could share something with all of them on a more personal level then monochrome text.
Navleen
I swear, we get worse at this every day. We decided we needed to concentrate more on school than eachother for right now, figuring we have to be really sneaky and it would just drive us insane. So we planned to cut down on the number of meeting we had during the school week. Yeah... that worked for a whole half a week. I went down and saw her yesterday. I hadn't shaved, was weraing baggy pants, and had on the only long sleeve shirt I own, and she still thought I looked cute. Thats love for you, heh. It feels really nice to just hold her, really nice indeed. It also feels nice to... wait... you don't need to know. ^..^; *innocent look*
Webcam
So I should be getting paid next monday, or the monday after... or something. Anyways, I want to spend my first paycheck on about a million things, the latest of which being a webcam. Everyone seems to have one except me. This suprises me, becuase everyone who has one is all like, "Nah, I don't look that good." Or some sort of modest stuff. I am the most vain and (healthy) egotistical person I know, and I don't have one. I need one, to keep on whenver my computer is on. There are many Doc-isms that you need to see to understand. Like on the phone. You should see me talk on the phone. I am moving my hands in gestures like the person is actually right there in front of me. Without sound I look like I have tourrets or something, heh.
You didn't know?
Apparently not everyone from my school realizes I am bisexual yet. Two people found out last night. I told one right out, because he is cool, but the other one... I hope he is smart enough to realize and put the pieces together. I'm glad my friends are open though, so far nobody seems to care. It's not like it changes me in any way, if anything it makes me more random, because I feel comfortable in my own body around them.Hrm, could you feel comfortable in someone else's body?
***English Class Starting 12:00pm***
***Home at 4:15pm***
New Look
I found out yesterday, from Navleen, that I can pull off that kind of 'uncut' look. Yesterday I had on my baggy pants, long sleeve shirt and hadn't shaved, and I looked good she says. I know that look doesn't work for all guys, but I have that kind of face that will make it work. Speaking of my face, I like it. Despite the few problems everyone has with thier face, I truley like how I look. I have that strong jawbone, which can be accented by my soft eyes and whatnot. My eyes seem to change colors from brown (Normal) to green (Happy or... "happy").
Actually I didn't have much else to say other than that bit, so... yeah. Rock on.
October 5, 2003
MAME = LIFE
Recently I ordered 3 DVD of MAME games, known as ROMs. Mame is a program that allows you to play arcade games on your PC. I had a bunch of them about two years back, because I got myself a two player arcade stick setup from X-Arcade. Somehow I lost them, and I really don't know where, but now I have them back. So I have been locked away with my 3500+ mame roms, drooling and jiggling that joystick. (Pun intended)
So now I am stuck on my favorite fighter. "X-Men Vs. Street Fighter" I need to get training agin, cause they have that machine at my shcool. Must... own... weaklings... mwhaha.
Ahh... So /this/ is a weekend
So today I don't have to work or go to school. I never knew this is how a weekend should feel. Sure its Sunday and I only have one day to relax, but at least I got to procrastinate on my homework, and wash my car. The poor thing was dirty, really dirty.
Overslept
Well Friday I got a nice restfull sleep. I also missed class. Apparently I was so tired the night before I didn't turn my alarm on before passing out. So when I woke up around 11:30, I realized I was an hour late to my class. I enjoyed the rest of the day, but now I am missing a homework assignment. Hopefully that wont matter.
Lazy
To tired to write more.
My X-Arcade Stick
October 2, 2003
Still in Class
This is how bored I am. I had time to draw this in class.
http://www27.brinkster.com/drgamez/toaster.jpg
And when I get home I have a lot of things to scan. Doodles and whatnot.
School Post #1
First thing, this school is a communist.
Second thing, I am running out on energy slowly and steadily.
Ok, that should outline the jist of what is about to start.
Oh yeah, Thirdly, if you want a post about my life, you will have to wait a moment longer, even though now I have a lot of stuff to do.
Well today my GS class is meeting in the computer lab, so I started to head down there around 9:30ish, so I could get 30 minutes of free computer time before I have to do some rudamentary work. Yesterday I came down here and I needed my ID. Not having one at the time I went up two floors, stood around for about 20 minutes, and got a temporary ID. Also yesterday I managed to get a real ID, afterwords, and put it in my wallet.
I found earlier this morning, in my half insomnatic haze that, I forgot my wallet. Shit. Oh well, I can just go get another temp ID, nothing big. Well after standing around for a while again I see the temp ID and then they say "can I see some picture ID?" I told them I don't have any on me... but I was the guy who came in yesterday for a temp ID.
...she didn't give it to me. I just wasted 30 minutes of my life.
In the end though it didn't matter, because it was my GS class I was to be supervised (which I use that term loosley) and didn't need one. So here I am.
Slowly Drained, but rich
I really don't think I will be able to work 6 days a week and keep up school. I'm just too nice. My fifth or sixth day of work today and already I have taken two people's shifts, beause they asked. Oh well - I am strong, and I will end up being paid more. I think I know how to run everything as a host now. I can seat, run the board, make the lineups, take to-go orders, and do gift cards. I rock. Scott seems to like me, because I pay attention and actually stay up at the front desk, unlike a lot of other hosts who have been working longer. I don't blame them though, I am going to start bringing my psychology homework there to read or something. It gets dead.
My respect goes out to Nimbus though, he has to work longer than me and do basically the same thing, stand around for a looong time.
(These keyboards are stiff, sticky, and dirty. I feel at home ^..^. In all honesty, they suck)
iPod
For some reason my iPod decided to work again. Some time ago it just turned off and never turned back on, nobody knew why. It wasn't the hold switch because after we fixed that little problem, we still got no respsonse. My brother being curious plugged it into the wall one day and shazam; iPod comes back to life. So now I have to dump all the music that I have been missing onto it, and enjoy my tunes in class.
What else to say.. what esle to say... hrm... Oh yeah, my schedule
Class Schedule
Monday
Nature of Math 1110 - 10:40-11:50
Tuesday
Psychology 1001 - 7:35-9:50
English 1001 - 12-1:50
Wednesday
Nature of Math 1110 - 10:40-11:50
Thursday
Psychology 1001 - 7:35-9:50
General Studies 1011 - 10-11:50
English 1001 - 12-1:50
Library - 2-2:50
Friday
Nature of Math 1110 - 10:40-11:50
So yeah, I'm taking 5 classes, and Thursdays suck, thats about all you need to know for basic info. I still dont' know if I will get into this Library or English class though, it will be a close call. (I really don't care though, because I don't want to be at this college. I planned to start at SJSU next semester, buuuut my dad had a fun idea of stepping in when I least wanted him to. Oh well. Time to kick some asses, and take some names.