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Yeah, I decided to redesign and this time it looks like I spent time. I mean look over to the left. GRAPHICAL HEADERS. OH SNAP.
So how do you get in the special section you ask? Well those will be memories from the internet I never wish to forget, for example, I will be adding my Quests I put on here not too long ago, as well as links to websites taht made me laugh long and hard.
Long.
and hard.
Friday needs to get here faster.
Oh I got you all good, this new design will be sweet.
I don't know what it is. Just latley I have felt... out of place everywhere. Maybe because I have been so lazy latley but, sheesh. Today on the phone with mousegirl I felt distanced, I don't know why. Partly why I wasn't talking is my mouth - today it hurts a good deal. Bowling last night I felt distanced from Cail and Carlos, at work I feel distanced.
Hopefully I will get over all of this but latley I have just been feeling really far from everyone, and for some reason I feel I want it like this for now.
Redesign
Don't worry, this redesign won't be completley encompassing like the last one. I will just hopefully make this one a tad more complicated, I want to add in more stuff.
Sheesh, I can't even pretend things are ok. I don't know why I feel so distanced.
I made $14 an hour tonite, when I added in my tips. This is pretty good figuring I am only 17 years old.
...
I probably should update this for real but I can't think of what really to say.
Other than Pepsi is really, really, really nice. (Not the drink btw)
:D
So I posted this picture of me:
And offored a title ($5) to the best photoshopped image. So this is what [M] handed back to me.
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heh.jpg (Not Safe for Work)
19.jpg (REALLY Not Safe for Work)
Woo! She's finally 18!
... wait. That means she can't touch me until my birthday...
....
well this blows.
Woo statatoury rape!
I'm not sure how many of you remember this, so here it goes.
Looks like this
Omg omgomg! I got a package today from the ever so lucious Sin. ^..^!
Heeeee! This flame keychain rocks serious ass. I plan on watching the movie sometime this weekend.
Oh, it was addressed to that funny sounding name because that would be my pirate name. When Sin found out she said she would adress it to that, but I didn't think she was serious. My dad thought it was a bomb at first :P
Hugs and luff to Sin. ^..^!
It's finally over. Yesterday my entire family went over to the house Anthony was staying at and managed to find him. Actually, I found him and chased after him a bit with my cousin, only to fall and slam my head against a fence. When I came too agian, (maybe like 20 seconds later if that) I pointed where Anthony ran off and I guess Travis (my cousin) caught him.
We didn't go there to drag him back, we led him to my dad and mom and we just talked. I saw my dad break down in tears and after all the talk about us wanting to break him in half, he hugged him and walked away, it was up to him to decide. My mom talked to him for a bit as I sat across the street crying... hard.
My mom led him back over to me and... we talked for a long, long while. I never really talked to Anthony. Never. After we both cried I hugged him and that made me realize. Never in my life to I remember hugging him. This may have been possibly the 3rd time I have ever hugged him, its been so long. I don't want to take credit for it but after I hugged him and just said, "I want you back home," then he replied, "Let's just go home."
It's amazing how much siblings can affect eachother. So right now he is home with my dad, they need to spend some time together. I'm just glad all this is over. I'm not sure what will happen to him now, its just a shock to have him back home.
That hug... most painful and beautiful hug I have ever experienced
I really am. I had a shitty day at work tonite so excuse the angst. Someone messaged me today. Livy. I don't even know who she is, but she says she was from EEFactor. That got me to think how alone I am. I removed myself from the only kind of internet family I had that day, then came back and attacked them. I moved away from blogger years ago and now host this little place. Its an island though, no network of friends, no nothing.
My prized #liveyiff chatroom I have made is now fading. Tonite there is 10 people, 5 active.
I post at Gen[M]ay, but other than stapler, and VanFanel, nobody knows who I am - I don't blame them there are way too many people to become noticed. I miss being part of a family like that. My other sites' forums are dying... I now partly run the AGNPH, and I just get flak for that.
Other than Nimbus... I really am alone on the internet. I know I have friends in the real world, and I have a love in the real world, but this cyberspace world is a huge part of my life - and I'm painfully alone.
God I sound so angsty there, painfully alone? I guess its the easiest way. I lost Pelican and Scythe as friends, Sin has a love in real life so she doesn't talk to me much any more. Happywuff wants me to go see him but I don't know him very well and I feel odd doing so. Lando just messages me to get something done, same with Psyco. Cecro and I just create small talk that never seems to get anywhere.
I'm not part of a community anymore.
I'm an outcast of my own doings.
What have I done?
My cousin, Amber. She has been in Iraq since early November. (She's the one on the right, heh)
Such a gloriously sunny day it was.
"Hrm. Geology class does not seem to be the best idea as of now," thought Doc. "If I leave now, I can make it in time to meet with mine fair lady."
Overhearing the conversation one VanFanel spoke, "Then it shall be. I will join you in your most noble of quests. TO THE PARK AND RIDE!"
Quickly they departed, past the rows of computers. In no time we were in danger for to our left was a beast of a man, hunched over and from the looks of it, touching himself in unclean ways.
(sorry about blur, moving too fast)
Fanel stopped at ye old counter, to retrive his card.
CARD GET! Fanel now possesed the fame Card of Identification, with a +2 against orcs.
They bolted out of the computer lab, and around the corner. With a rock steady will power Doc was not swayed by the temptation of free manseachs... this time.
"We must hurry!" Doc proclaimed.
"Time is not on our side, me lady shall be departing her school soon!"
Upon exiting the student center dungeon, we were confronted with a floating spherical item of sorts. "Best not to touch, it may be a trap," warned the cautious Fanel.
Taking heed his words they continued out onto the walk of mana.
Suddenly they were attacked! "Onoes! Ricers to yonder right! Quickly Fanel! Flee!" We were no match for the leaders hat and bandana combo.
Just as we believed we were out of harms way, another random battle occoured. "Haha! Poorly transitioned hippy!" Doc pulled out his +8 ballpoint pen of destruction and stabbed ye fucker in the neck.
"Enough battling," VanFanel declared as I cleaned my weapon and continued on, passing a somewhat shady character to our right. For some odd reason this person felt the need to wear a heavy jacket, while clearly the tempurature called for otherwise.
"I can see it! The fountain of mana is near!" Fanel's sighting raised the groups attention, anticipation following.
Bathing in its clean refreshing power Doc cleansed my hands of hippy blood, rasing thy charisma and hp back to normal levels.
"Now starts the long walk of flatitude," Fanel spoke, looking out onto the ever stretching horizon of SJSUland.
"Chins up, backs straight," Doc muttered as ye olde serviceman walked by. As soon as he passed they resumed normal positions, "The service be crooked upon our days, one can never be too carefull."
Then, when things started to seem all to bleak, a sign of exposed female flesh caught the party's eye. "Gasp, yonder females be somewhat exposed!" Fanel proclaimed, gaining +2 pants of tightening.
Quite a site indeed as our pace slowed, vitality rising slowly within their presence.
"Lookout!" Doc shouted, as a wild beast quickly tore their interest from lust to saving thier own lives. "Fanel! Chase and subdue!"
"At least he tried," Doc muttered.
Sights of more beings of the female persuasion kept us going through the rough times, now half way to our destination.
"Ah, the forest of the dead." Fanel stated.
"Quickly! Dart left!" I dove away, pushing Fanel from harm's way. "Thy cart moves with silent speed and deadly attack we are no match for its +2 groundskeeper of doom."
Just as all seemed clear the mighty fabled isajeep thundered by. "Stand. Perfectly. Still." Fanel replied, both of us frozen with trepidation. Fortunate he was already feeding on the soul of some poor unfotunate package one could only assume be lower freshmen.
"We must not let such a sigh tear us from continuing!" Doc shouted with envigorating passion. Quickly! I spot ye ally ahead." Indeed, the party came upon a powerful ally, The Dark Angel of Luck, who offered us much luck and good will on our path ahead.
Parched and needing refreshment VanFanel decided to stop at thy automatic soda giver, passing by a wild asian female, apparently in the throws of gouging on more chocolate.
"Onos, I forgot my jewallet with +$infinity at home!" And so the party continued onwards with no refreshment, Fanel's hp wavering dangerously low.
"Perhaps we could steal such a steed, to continue our journey," The dillusional Fanel pondered. "Nonsence, we shall continue our journey like men!" Doc fired back.
Doc looked down at his watch, "We must make haste, time is not slowing for our pitfalls!"
"What is that I hear?" Doc proclaimed, as they picked up thy pace.
"Alas!" Fanel shouted, "Thy cart of transportation is about to leave! We must take flight!"
With a painstaking sprint we used most of our stamina points. Luckily thy driver saw our plight, and did not pull away.
We stepped into the cool air conditioned transporting vessel, shuffling abord with the rest of the current adventurers.
"We have finished a large leg of our journey, let us rest."
The company upon our vessel were not interested in us, as yonder asian was staring off into space, wondering things beyond the grasp of life.
Quickly Fanel prepared his music player, ready at a moments notice to intergrate with his own steed and be off.
Thy ride was long, but the party felt fortunate, as they watched two men figure out how to open yonder bottle.
"Such a world we live in," Doc proclaimed, "Lies running free, and in such bold print. What would thy king feel if he saw such a sight."
"Doc, I believe I see our destination!" Fanel pointed forward, as we entered thy holding grounds.
Upon stopping everyone rose. "Stay calm Fanel!" Doc shouted, losing him in the pressing onslaught of people, "We shall not lose to fate so close to victory." Whipping out thy +8 ballpoint once again Doc slashed through the crowds, taking heavy damage.
Upon exiting Doc froze, staring outwords. "Its..." He was inturrupted by Fanel, who's hands were bloodied, by the use of his own legendary key of Doom. "It's amazing," the tired Fanel finally spoke. "Mighty steeds of steel as far as the eye could see."
"It has been a great honor joining you in thy quest Doc, but now I must say my goodbye." Fanel reached into his pocket and withdrew the legendary key once again. My destiny awaits.
I nodded with silent agreement, reaching down to grab my own key.
Pushing it into the car I stopped for a moment, knowing my quest was complete.
It all started calm enough, I felt the urge for a nice ice cream, perhaps an ice cream sandwich. So I strolled over to my freezer and took a look.
SHOCK AND AWE shot through my body, "There is no ice cream up in hizzur!"
"Quick!" I proclaimed, "To the Honda!"
With lightning speed I grabbed a twenty from my pocket and was out. Upon my way my quest was almost cut brutally short by a large orange beast I have named, "Max"
Quickly I threw open my door, excitement of my quest now corsing through my viens.
I sit in the car, quickly turning it on as the engine of my powerfull beast roars.
"ONWARDS MY TRUSTFULL STEED!" I bellowed.
In no time I was at the end of my street, waiting to make the dreded left hand turn of DOOM.
I floored it, getting across one side.
"Faster! We must have haste!" I yelled at the mechanical transporter as its life force bolted onwards into the night.
"What we need is music to soothe our ears." Quickly I jabbed at the tuning device, finding home at 92.3FM.
Then, tragedy. "Oh curse you light of red pigmentations!" I sat in worry, hoping my quest would not end in such a tragic place.
But nevertheless I moved on, soon arriving at ye old seven eleven, where my prize shall be obtained.
To the icecream I went, quickly diving in to grab thy holy grail of frozen goods.
With lightning quick speed I paid the man, who seemed to be conserned more with his phonecall than with his businuess.
The signs confused me however, as I was lead to believe my most holy of items was going to cost over $100. As I looked at the one connected to the machine however, my nerves were calmed.
I ran out the door, hurrying to get home now with time and melting heat against me.
I had left the door unlocked, so as to speed along my re-entry.
Quickly I threw my steed into reverse, to pull away from the cursed place, for it had an evil aura to it now that I have disturbed its most precious items.
"Curses!" I proclaimed, stopped by yet another light of the red persuasion. The driver across the way stared me down with unerving potency. I gripped my steering device and waited for the sweet release which was green.
And there it was!
Lunging forward at not-quite breakneck speeds I shot through the mess of construction, now worried my red light had cost me my victory.
Just when I was home free I was cut off! "Accursed rent-a-cop! Why must thou slow me to a crawling 70?"
No worries, for in no time I was back on my home lane, traveling down well aware of the theviery that may strike at the final moment of freedom.
I arrived at my humble abode once again. Quickly I grabbed my treats and bolted off.
I could feel it now, the cool ice cream starting to soften under my firey passion, but please - hold on just a bit longer!
Dropping one off into the freezer I continued back, now hearing the spin of my case fans.
Alas, my goal was now complete! I have journed far and for such, I will reward myself with the sweet temptation that is my goal.
I wont post the pictures, because they would take WAY to much space up here, so I will just post some links.
This is the finished version:
Finished
This is the version with secret messages pointed out:
Messages here
1. It's The Doc (From my blog, www.ItsTheDoc.net this was a mandatory add in.
2. [M] (Doesn't need explination)
3. Where's Waldo (My first suggestion, thats why it stick outs a bit too much.)
4. yhelothar (First add in from genmay)
5. [bottom to top] r u serios? u cannot be serios (Yeah, I don't understand what the fuck this was about, I missed it here, but it had to go in.)
6. give me an A (Which I'm pretty sure this one will grant on sheer overwhelming time needed)
7. Step 3 (Girlfriend suggestion. Step 3 in our little code is equivilant to home base.)
8. Half-Life (I MUST HAVE MAD CRAZY MANSEX WITH GORDON FREEMAN)
9. Fanel Lubs U (He does. True story)
10. <3 stapler (:heart:)
And this is jsut to give you a sence on how BIG this thing was.
Welcome to the Internet.
No one here likes you.
We're going to offend, insult, abuse, and belittle the living hell out of you. And when you rail against us with "FUCK YOU YOU GEEK WIMP SKATER GOTH LOSER PUNK FAG BITCH!1!!", we smile to ourselves. We laugh at you because you don't get it. Then we turn up the heat, hoping to draw more entertainment from your irrational fuming.
We will judge you, and we will find you unworthy. It is a trial by fire, and we won't even think about turning down the flames until you finally understand.
Some of you are smart enough to realize that, when you go online, it's like entering a foreign country ... and you know better than to ignorantly fuck with the locals. You take the time to listen and think before speaking. You learn, and by learning are gladly welcomed.
For some of you, it takes a while, then one day it all dawns on you - you get it, and are welcomed into the fold.
Some of you give up, and we breathe a sigh of relief - we didn't want you here anyway. And some of you just never get it. The offensively clueless have a special place in our hearts - as objects of ridicule. We don't like you, but we do love you.
You will get mad. You will tell us to go to hell, and call us "nerds" and "geeks". Don't bother ... we already know exactly what we are. And, much like the way hardcore rap has co-opted the word "", turning an insult around on itself to become a semiserious badge of honor, so have we done.
"How dare you! I used to beat the crap out of punks like you in high school/college!" You may have owned the playing field because you were an athlete. You may have owned the student council because you were more popular. You may have owned the hallways and sidewalks because you were big and intimidating. Well, welcome to our world.
Things like athleticism, popularity, and physical prowess mean nothing here. We place no value on them ... or what car you drive, the size of your bank account, what you do for a living or where you went to school.
Allow us to introduce you to the concept of a "meritocracy" - the closest thing to a form of self-government we have. In The United Meritocratic nation-states of the Internet, those who can do, rule. Those who wish to rule, learn. Everyone else watches from the stands.
You may posses everything in the off-line world. We don't care. You come to the Internet penniless, lacking the only thing of real value here: knowledge.
"Who cares? The Internet isn't real anyway!" This attitude is universally unacceptable. The Internet is real. Real people live behind those handles and screen names. Real machines allow it to exist. It's real enough to change government policy, real enough to feed the world's hungry, and even, for some of us, real enough to earn us a paycheck. Using your own definition, how "real" is your job? Your stock portfolio? Your political party? What is the meaning of "real", anyway?
Do I sound arrogant? Sure ... to you. Because you probably don't get it yet.
If you insist on staying, then, at the very least, follow this advice:
1. No one, ESPECIALLY YOU, will make any law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.
2. Use your brain before ever putting fingers to keys.
3. Do you want a picture of you getting anally raped by Bill Clinton while you're performing oral sex on a cow saved to hundreds of thousands of people's hard drives? No? Then don't put your fucking picture on the Internet. We can, will, and probably already HAVE altered it in awful ways. Expect it to show up on an equally offensive website.
4. Realize that you are never, EVER going to get that, or any other, offensive web page taken down. Those of us who run those sites LIVE to piss off people like you. Those of us who don't run those sites sometimes visit them just to read the hatemail from fools like you.
5. Oh, you say you're going to a lawyer? Be prepared for us to giggle with girlish delight, and for your lawyer to laugh in your face after he explains current copyright and parody law.
6. The Web is not the Internet. Stop referring to it that way.
7. We have already received the e-mail you are about to forward to us. Shut up.
8. Don't reply to spam. You are not going to be "unsubscribed".
9. Don't ever use the term "cyberspace" (only William Gibson gets to say that, and even he hasn't really used it for two or three books now). Likewise, you prove yourself a marketing-hype victim if you ever use the term "surfing".
10. With one or two notable exceptions, chat rooms will not get you laid.
11. It's a hoax, not a virus warning.
12. The internet is made up of thousands of computers, all connected but owned by different people. Learn how to use *your* computer before attempting to connect it to someone else's.
13. The first person who offers to help you is really just trying to fuck with you for entertainment. So is the second. And the third. And me.
14. Never insult someone who's been active in any group longer than you have. You may as well paint a damn target on your back.
15. Never get comfortable and arrogant behind your supposed mask of anonymity. Don't be surprised when your name, address, and home phone number get thrown back in your smug face. Hell, some of us will snail-mail you a printed satellite photograph of your house to drive the point home. Realize that you are powerless if this happens ... it's all public information, and information is our stock and trade.
16. No one thinks you are as cool as you think you are.
17. You aren't going to win any argument that you start.
18. If you're on AOL, don't worry about anything I've said here. You're already a fucking laughing stock, and there's no hope for you.
19. If you can't take a joke, immediately sell your computer to someone who can. RIGHT NOW.
Pissed off? It's the TRUTH, not these words, that hurts your feelings. Don't ever even pretend like I've gone and hurt them.
We don't like you. We don't want you here. We never will. Save us all the trouble and go away.
Just some pictures I took during today
Someone put some soap or something... I thought it was funny looking. All the people thought I did it though, because I was the one taking a picture of it.
I wrote [M]ayhem on Wednesday, and I come back Monday and someone wrote that. Hrm. Didn't know genmay had a rock band.
I wish I could say this was a photoshop edit.
Not much to say, other than this sign is so old.
The competition was fierce:
But I crushed them with unruling powar!!!!!! (K = Cail. C = Carlos. D = Doc)
Except for round 4. We wont speak of round 4.
Click to see full size (Sorry, no PS = no resize)
Sorry, I dont have photoshop, so I can't point out any of the other secret messages. I embedded "Where's Waldo" "[M]" and "yhelothar"
Well I'm sitting here doing an art project on pattern, and have this really cool design in my head. The early stage of it looked like this:
Closeup, and current position:
I got a bit bored an embedded a message into it:
So then I got to thinking, if you want to have your message inside my art project, just list it here before Tuesday, if I think it is good enough, I'll embed it in.
Going back to more minimalistic roots, I have decided to (add a splash page and) redesign my blog again. This is a rough skeleton of what will be to come, I might add some nice picture or something to the right, just to give a sence of depth.
Jsut a side note, my brother ran away early yesterday morning. After crying for a bit the family realized we aren't sad so much as we are just pissed he is fuckign with us again. Me and my dad both want to break his nose.
... the bastard.
Your Energy is Pink. You have achieved a perfect
balance between spiritual awareness and
material existence. You are usually
affectionate and warm, showing compassion and
love for others. Others find you genuine,
cooperative and friendly. You are a
humanitarian and you possess a deep
understanding of life. You may aspire to
philanthropy, or you may find yourself heading
or volunteering for agencies that create change
for the good of the whole. You are a leader
and are willing to take on much responsibility.
Your A Dragon! Whether your the fire, electric, or
ice dragon, you are very powerful and wise.
Fire Dragons usually live in caves, elctric
dragons live in valleys, and ice dragons live
in mountain tops. A dragon represents wisdom,
magic, love, grace, power, intelligence,
determinotion, hounesty, and freedom. You tend
to be a little explosive when your angry, so aa
dragon can cuase lightning storms, blizzards,
or heatwaves. Dragons are solitorey creatures,
or lay live together, just not near humans.
Whichever dragon you are, you certaintly are a
rare mythical creature.
You are a normal angel. Innocent and pure. Full of
light and hope. You love to be around others,
and really know how to have a good time. Youenjoy hanging around with mortals. You like to sing, which you are great at, and like to have others near you. People are naturally attracted to your bubbly personaliy, and love to be
around you. Normal angels are always popular,and have lots of fans. You are happy go lucky, with an interesting out look on the world.
Though you have experienced pain, that is all behind you now. You see the bright side to things, and are always there to help a person in need. You are quite pretty, with a childish air, though you know more than others think.
You are a really friendly person. But can be a tad selfish at times.
You are bright and full of energy.
Better get my shades!
Your an electric Dragon! Well, Well, Well, Speedy!
Electic dragons are just do darn quick, which
means you must be quick at something. Whether
its running, swimming, or answering questions,
you are super speed. But of course, you have a
craze for video games or computers. You can
play amazingly at any game or at least try to.
Go you!
You are guided by the earth itself. People like you
are very rare. You are in tune with everything
around you. While you try to bring peace to the
world, you can sometimes create pain to those
around you. You generally don't take risks.
You are a gash to the head. You cause the brain to
die. And you turn people to vegetables. Darn
you! *shakes fist*
Lonliness dominates you. You can hide it well, but
its there, and your friends can see it. You
constantly feel alone, and need to do things to
fill your time. Your afraid to tell people
this, but sooner or later it gets out in a bad
way, and you think you screwed up everything.
And when you are in love is when you are sad
the most.
Wtf? That last one is a bunch of shit.
Ah, you are one of the most common yaoi stereotypes. You're hot and you know it, as does most of the population. With such good looks and mad skillz, who are you to deny any percentage of humanity from being able to have you? This is why your kind tend to swing both ways, if you know what I mean *wink*. Also, while you prefer to be seme, you've been known to be uke when the situation calls for it. Just as long as everyone's having fun and enjoying themselves. Protean Players are also amongst the friendliest of the yaoi stereotypes, and the most outgoing. You aren't afraid to speak your mind or jump right into things. Be careful, though, because your rep may come back to bite you on the ass if you ever settle down with a steady lover. It'll be hard for you to even LOOK at another person without making your significant other think youre foolin' around behind their back. Is it your fault you're so damn sexy?
Likeliness of being seme: 80%
Likeliness of being uke: 20%
Some fellow Protean Players: Yohji and Schuldig (Weiss Kreuz), Gojyo (Saiyuki), Sano (Rurouni Kenshin), Touga (Shoujo Kakumei Utena), Duo and Zechs (Gundam Wing)
