Sunday, June 28, 2009
It’s been a while. Let’s do this.
There was a mini-que before I left, and it was so good. I don’t know how we did it, but we handled business. The chicken cooked so perfectly. It was so good, we Re-mini-que the next day (heating up the leftover food), and it was also delicious. I’m sure I gained 103 pounds that day. Yes, that’s another person. While we laid about the living room with our guts full, we watched this show called “
Stag: A Test of Love“. Basically, they take a couple that’s getting married in a couple of weeks. They tape the groom’s (groom is a weird word) bachelor party and show it to the bride the next day. She usually gets upset and often physically attacking the groom. I’m not fond of this “You never hit a woman” business, but that’s a story for another day. There were a couple of things that bothered me about this. A) What happened during her bachelorette party? They never show that. There’s no way of knowing if she’s a huge hypocrite or not. B) The bride should understand that it’s the groomsmen’s job to get the groom absolutely obliterated. If the groom can walk with ease, then the groomsmen have failed. C) The bride probably shouldn’t know what goes on during the bachelor party, and vice-versa. The bridesmaids and groomsmen should be sworn to secrecy. If I’m ever a groomsman again (not likely), and I actually go to the bachelor party (even less likely), all I will tell anybody about the bachelor party is that it was lame (most parties are).
I traveled back to my apartment in Kansas City, and on the way, I ate food with the original smash crew - Eric + Amanda. Longhorn Steakhouse has horrible bread, they don’t even cut it all the way. Communists. But they gave me a ridiculous amount of chicken fingers. My head almost exploded. They gave me an extra plate of fries too, and I was excited. However, the waitress made a mistake; those fries belonged to Kyle and he promptly received the plate. He didn’t even finish them all, probably to spite me (well played Kyle, well played). Then Ianda and I saw a
movie about what happens when you don’t punch attacking gypsies in their attacking gypsy face. Seriously, the movie would have been about 20 minutes long if I was in it. Regardless, the movie was quite awesome, and I recommend it to everyone.
Why is it so much easier to get a credit card when I was in college? No one wants to give me a credit card now, which saddens me. Now my apartment is lacking an epic TV, which is lame. I have to wait until Thursday to get my first paycheck! Weak? Yes. I also refuse to hook up my XBox 360 or any of my old systems to my old TV. At least I have my internets. What will I do with this 18 Mbps pipe? Download torrents. I also have this digital cable, which is pretty nice. I can actually find out if there’s any Law and Order easy-like. Awesome. But my living room is missing its pièce de résistance! I can’t really buy stuff for my living room yet, since everything is dependent on the epic TV. I also can’t buy stuff because I don’t have the money. But I can buy new shoes, which I have. Have I mentioned how much I hate shopping for shoes?
I made an observation when driving about Olathe: I believe all relationships (romantic, platonic, professional, etc.) will completely fail if people are completely honest and open with each other. I’m sure people would like me less if I was completely honest and open with people. For example, if someone calls to tell me about some stupid story about something that happened to them recently, I would tell them exactly how little I care and hang up. Actually, being more honest and open people would result in me telling a lot of people how little I care about things. Since I don’t think you can tell someone you don’t care about what they’re saying in a nice way, I’d be as rude as possible. In for a penny, in for a pound.
I feel like pulling an Ariel (I haven’t spoken to her in ages) and starting the blog over. I don’t know why. Delete all posts (after backing them up to my hard drive), make a new template, and give the blog a new name.
I start working tomorrow. I feel old. At least I’ll have free time.
“There is this place inside where all the good things die”
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
There was a tasty BBQ held because I am a masterful master. I love tasty BBQs, but that doesn’t mean I want to go to your BBQ. Pictionary is a big deal in my family. These old chumps in my family thought they could handle Veronica and I, but I don’t even know why they played us. We didn’t just beat them, we crushed their will to play. We left that BBQ with not only BBQ, we also left with pride and honor. They were both very heavy. I left with a 6-string bass too. Being a master is pretty awesome, and so is my bass. I still need to buy a new guitar.
I don’t really get what’s so special about Pixar movies. I really don’t care for any of the movies they’ve made. People praise them as if they make the best movies ever; however, I couldn’t feel any more indifferent about them. I feel the same way about (many) Miyazaki films. It’s not that I hate the movies, I just think there’s a large gap between how good people say they are and how good I think they are. Not trying to rain on anyone’s parade, just voicing my opinion. I do that from time to time on el blog.
I nearly flipped out when given the ability to give my XBox 360 avatar a top hat and monocle. I’m so fancy! Look at this:
Top hat. Monocle. A winning combination.
Resident Evil 5 is pretty awesome. Sure, I only have 9 slots for anything in my inventory, but you learn to work around that. Sure, your partner’s AI is not the smartest thing in the world, but that’s why I have my brother. Sure, there’s only one save file per profile, and it always asks me if I want to use my hard drive as a storage device (even though I only have ONE usable storage device), but…that’s just stupid. I can’t start a new file for veteran and professional mode, so I guess I’ll have to use my pimped out weapons on those modes instead of starting from scratch. They leave me with NO choice. You know what else is stupid? There’s no easy way to do co-op. Instead of a “single player/co-op” option, you have to start playing the game, hit start on the second controller, hope that the person on the second controller logged into their profile so it doesn’t take you back to the title screen, pick a storage device, go through the inventory screen (again), then start the game with two players. That’s too many steps. Don’t get me wrong, the game is quite awesome, there are just small annoyances that really shouldn’t exist.
My passport has been sent to my apartment, from what I’ve heard. I now need to book a flight and a hotel for Montreal. I really don’t have much desire to be at GECCO (especially considering that I’d rather not shell out $440 until after my bonus), but I really want to be published. Thus, I must go to Montreal and present my poster. Sigh.
“Render your heart to me”
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Monday, June 8, 2009
There exists headphones with subwoofers.
SUBWOOFERS. Do want. You know what else I want? To sell
deluxe hugs. Free hugs? Forget that mess. My deluxe hugs are better, and smell better than those hippie hugs. I’d charge Ian double.
I heart me some Code Geass. I have just finished the series (both seasons), and I realized that everyone should watch it. Everyone. Are you watching it? Why not? It’s on
YouTube! Don’t search on YouTube for Code Geass, you’ll get the most brutal of spoilers. Search for Bandai, no spoilers there. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I recommend watching the English dub and avoid downloading a fansub, because it makes more sense. Why would the British speak Japanese? They wouldn’t.
I’m officially done with school. All graduation requirements have been completed. My thesis has been sent to the printers to be bound and pretty. Everyone is happy that needs to be made happy. I’m a master now, and it feels good. All that’s left is to retrieve my theses in August. I’m sure if I got my PhD, I’d receive the power of The Glow, but forget that.
I’m at my Mom’s house, and I still miss my apartment. My sister is in Connecticut, which means there is more room and less Lifetime. It’s like she’s 80. So it’s my brother and I, and we will be killing zombies in Africa and watching Prince of Tennis become absurd. The OVAs? Absurd. Prince of Tennis has always been a bit corny, that’s why it was awesome; however, there’s a thin line between awesomely corny and stupid.
I got a missed call yesterday from someone who isn’t in my phone, and they didn’t leave a message. I thought about calling back, but they didn’t leave a message, so it wasn’t important. I need to get a new cellphone, although that might require me to get a new number. I’ve had my number for 6 years; I’ll be sad to see it go. However, a new number has benefits. This means certain people will not have my new number; thus, they won’t be able to call me. I really should go through my cell phone and delete numbers. I really shouldn’t have more than 5 or 6 non-family members in my phone.
I got a XBox 360 Elite, and it came with Fable 2 and Halo 3. It’s also matte black, and matte is awesome. I really don’t know why people buy games for the XBox 360; I get all the free demos I want! I downloaded so many demos, including the Resident Evil 5 demo. I wish I got a Wiimote for RE5, for the headshots were instantaneous and numerous with a Wiimote. People said Fable 2 is short, and it is a bit on the short side. But there’s so much you can do, like kill rude gold Skulltulas! Play the game and you’ll know why I said that. You get a dog, and I’ve aptly named mine “Interceptor”. I love Interceptor. Combat can be a bit clunky at times: switching targets can be annoying at times. They really should have ripped off Zelda’s targeting system; no one would be mad at them for it. Once I’ve gotten back to Kansas, I shall play the game again on my HDTV and do incredibly evil things. I’m slaughtering so many children, it will be absurd.
“Pepperoni and green peppers, mushrooms, olive, chives”
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Friday, May 29, 2009
Team Fortress 2 was free last weekend, and I decided to give it a try. Let me tell you something about TF2: it’s as awesome as people say it is. At first, I was all “eh”. Then I realized that I’ve been playing for two hours. It grows on you quickly. The class I found myself playing all the time was the Medic; you’re always “credit to team” because you’re keeping people healthy. As a Medic, I realized
my BFF was the Heavy. We go everywhere together, until some jerk spy stabs my spine. Spies are jerks. What bothered me was some people didn’t understand the TEAM part of Team Fortress 2. I understand that the Sniper update just got released, but still! Having 4 snipers running around when we’re trying keep these BLU jerks off our last capture point isn’t very helpful.
I tried to do something nice and donate my bed to the Salvation Army. They did their best to not pick it up. They really, really tried to ignore my calls. Every time I’d call, they told me that the delivery guy was out and they would call me when he got back. I guess he never came back, because they never called. And I’ve called every day this week. See what happens when I try to do something nice? I get screwed. So I trashed my bed. It should be sitting next to my dumpster. Pricks.
I was going to see Terminator: Salvation with Ianda, but Amanda wasn’t feeling well. This was unfortunate, because this left me with Ian and no adult supervision: a dangerous situation. The movie was enjoyable, and I recommend it to all. There were issues I had with it from a logical and from a “I know how computers work!” point of view (robots don’t need an UI), but it was still enjoyable. Mr. Bale was awesome, as always, and the lighting was amazing. Unfortunately for that movie, it no longer exists in my mind. I’ve just seen Star Trek, and wow. Just wow. That movie was surprisingly awesome. I’m not a huge Star Trek fan, but I’m a huge fan of the movie. This movie only increases my faith in J. J. Abrams, and makes me want to start watching Lost. I’ll get right on that once I get my awesome TV.
You know what sucks? Moving. I’m trying to decide on quality internet and TV for my apartment, and it seems I only have two choices: Comcast and AT&T. AT&T seems to be the better value, but I’m not so sure about the quality of the service. I’d rather take my chances with AT&T than with Comcast. I’d really rather go with SureWest and their 10Mbps down AND up internets. That’s absurd and awesome. I don’t even know what I’d do with 10 Mbps up, but I’m sure it will involve awesomeness. Speaking of moving, I’ve moved out of my office in the CS building. I had my advisor write “So long and thanks for the fish” in my copy of his dissertation. He’s happy with my thesis (thus making it essentially done), but the STUPID graduate office has a problem with the formatting of my thesis. They should just release a LaTeX template file if they want the formatting to be perfect. Jerks. Once they’re happy with the formatting, I’ll print out copies of my thesis, get the library to bind it, and I will have finished all my degree requirements. I’ll be officially done with my master’s, and I’ll have all the time in the world for dating. Yes, school and being in Rolla are the excuses I’m currently using for being single. I’ll need to think of a new excuse to tell relatives who ask about my love life. They will probably give me lip if I told them that all women in a 200 mile radius find me completely undesirable, regardless of how right I am.
When logging into my Woot account to change my address, there was a server error. There was also a very
appropriate video on the error page.
I shall read Amanda’s blog, or at least I would if it was updated. Sigh.
“How much can you take from me?
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Friday, May 22, 2009
I love my new apartment. Once I moved the boxes I brought with me to Kansas City, I realized that the new apartment is so much bigger than my old one. It was like I was living in a box. There’s an actual kitchen instead of there just being a stove and sink in my living room. I can even walk in my closet. I don’t know what I’m going to do with all that extra space in my closet. I might store a hobo in there. Everyone needs an emergency hobo. I’m going to move the rest of my stuff over Memorial Day. You say it’s a holiday, I say it’s Monday. It would be nice if stores were open; I might be able to buy a bed on Monday.
As I was walking from my car to Shnucks, some guy spotted me, ran towards me, and clearly wanted to talk to me about things. I should have kept walking and completely ignored his existence, but I don’t think that would have gotten rid of him easily. Once he reached me, he asked me about cologne. I told him I don’t wear cologne. He obviously thought I was lying; why else would he then ask me “What kind of cologne do you normally wear?” He just wouldn’t stop trying to pimp his wares. He asked me to smell the cologne he had in some bottle, and I responded with “I don’t wear cologne.” He had the gall to tell me that the cologne he had would change that. “No, it won’t.” I told him. That made him finally go away. He only harassed me for a couple of minutes, but I’ll never get those minutes back. Ever. I could have used those minutes for something useful. Do my dreads make me look friendly? Does it make people think I party? I’ve been asked by some random people if I knew where “the party” was, or if I knew where to get weed. Okay, the weed is a bit understandable, but the party? The guy was convinced that I knew where the party was, but I don’t like parties. In retrospect, I should have lied to him. I should have lied to him good. But then he might try and become chummy with me; I can’t have that.
You want to know why I hate American Idol? It gets in the way of me enjoying Fringe. I thought there would be Fringe, so I felt it necessary to watch it in lovely HD at Ianda’s house. However, I didn’t check to see if Fringe was on, and Amanda knew it wouldn’t be one. She didn’t tell me, because she wanted me to come over. She is wise, because I definitely wouldn’t have come over if I knew Fringe wasn’t on. I rocked Ian’s drums, and by “rocked”, I mean “kinda made an attempt at playing”. I’m infinitely jealous of Ian’s musical set up, and I’m usually not jealous of things. He has a mic stand and a mic; I should invest in a mic stand and a decent mic for recording (I can’t sing and I won’t be singing). I was gifted a mic, but it’s a bit on the cheap side.
In a couple of weeks, I’ll go buy an XBox 360 1337 with Halo 3 and Fable 2. Why? Because I want to kill zombies with my brother. What better way is there to bond? There is none. I really wish Garmin would give me my bonus now instead of later. You know how much stuff I want/have to buy? A lot. My new compy I’m going to build: $1450 (including the two 21.5 inch widescreen LCDs). The new
TV I’m going to buy: $934 (excluding tax and the 10% coupon for Best Buy). Speaking of the TV, I need a stand for it. Why do all the nice stands (I don’t really want one made of wood) have glass shelves? I know it’s tempered glass and it’s stronger than normal glass. I’m still unsure about putting my $934 TV on top of glass. Maybe I can find one that has a non-glass top shelf. That would work for me.
“Thursday night, I think I’m pregnant again”
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Saturday, May 16, 2009 - "DEFENSE CLEAR!"
BAM! Me 1, defense 0. I have successfully defended my thesis. I’m basically done with school. Let me tell you something about defending; it sucks. Making the slides sucked. It really, really sucked. OpenOffice works pretty well for word processing and spreadsheets, but it gave me such a big headache when it came to making slides. I had to yarg Office 2007 and install PowerPoint. I will say this, PowerPoint 2007 is pretty nice; I hope I never have to use it for non-work related purposes again. The best part of the defense was that some of the changes to the slides I made before my defense weren’t there during the defense. That sucked really bad. It took me an hour to get through all my work. I remember thinking “I’m not at all use to talking for an hour” when I realized I had been talking for almost an hour, but then I realized that talk for 50 minutes 3 times a week. I suck at presentations (but teaching isn’t such a big deal), and I really sucked during this one. I remember leaving the room ready to commit seppuku, but there was a student awaiting me. He wanted to argue for points on his final. A few minutes later, I was told I passed, and nearly passed out. I was so happy, and I still am happy. I haven’t been this happy in years.
A successful defense means that it was reward time. That night, I had the ultimate sausage and egg biscuit. What is the ultimate sausage and egg biscuit? Take a roll of biscuits. Grab two biscuits from that roll, place one on top of the other, and cook the Voltron biscuit. Now you have the ultimate biscuit. The next thing you do is take 1/4 pounds of sausage, form a patty, and cook that. How you have the ultimate sausage patty. Now all that’s left is to scramble some eggs. The eggs aren’t ultimate, but putting them inside the ultimate biscuit makes them the ultimate eggs. As you can imagine, this could kill a lesser man, but not I. Not only did I not die, I ate two that night. They were heavenly. I recommend you try it now.
Now that I’ve defended, I shall acquire the new guitar I not only earned, but deserve. I need to go guitar shopping, or take Ian up on his offer to forge one for me. Yes, forge. All I know is I must have 24 frets. It kills me to only have 22. There have been many times where I wanted to go two notes higher, but couldn’t. One I have my guitar with 24 frets, I shall get my amp that goes to 11; it’s one more than 10. I’m also getting an XBox 360 and I shall kill African “zombies” with Gabe. Then there’s the matter of the new TV. I’m looking at this
Samsung; Samsungs have served me well. Speaking of which, I also require two monitors for my computer. I was thinking about getting a pair for 23″ monitors, then I realized how large 23″ monitors were. It might be just a bit absurd to have monitors that big. Apparently, I’m going to completely spoil myself. Now all that’s left for me to do is move to Kansas City, go to St. Louis, finish moving to Kansas City, go to Huntsville for the BBQ I deserve, then go back to Kansas City to start working for the man.
“Dad caught a hundred pound sturgeon on twenty-pound test”
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Sunday, May 10, 2009
Last week was lovely, with the not sleeping and constant writing. I nearly killed myself, but I sent a draft of my thesis to my committee. Now all I have to do is successfully defend, and I’m basically done! If I successfully defend, I’ll need someone to high five me. I’m not talking about your typical high five. I’ll need someone at one end of the hall and me at the other end. Defending successfully is a feat; a run-up will be needed for this high five. I’ll also make an ridiculous-sized sausage and egg biscuit. Think a thick burger, but in sausage and egg biscuit form. I’ve found out that I can’t really write coherently when sleep deprived. I mean, wow. I typed “peanlty” for an entire page instead of “penalty”. That was impressive. I didn’t go to Eric’s wedding because I was too busy not sleeping and writing my thesis, but I’m sure it was beautiful. Everybody is all sorts of not alone. Ian’s and Amanda are married, Eric’s married, Erica’s getting married (so I’ve heard), and Kyle and Ian have a bromance, but can’t get married in Missouri. And here I am, alone with my clone.
Ping Pong was surprisingly enjoyable, although it was nothing like Prince of Tennis. Prince of Tennis is a bit corny, which only makes it so much better. It didn’t influence me like Ong-Bak did; I felt no need to play ping pong. I was told to watch
The Good, the Bad, the Weird. I did, and you should probably do the same. It’s a South Korean western film…yeah. When I think of the wild west, I think Asia.
Moving will suck. I was going to give my mom my TV, but she already bought a new one for her room. Can you believe that? I can’t. So now I either sell it, or bring it with me so I can have two TVs. I still need to sell my bed and desk, although I don’t know what I’ll do if they don’t sell. Should I just leave them and let Investment deal with it (and probably charge me for it)? I’ll end up making two trips to Kansas City by the end of the month. Sigh. When I get settled in, party at my place! Really.
I have so much new stuff I want to buy. My thesis defense guitar, my very flat, wide, and large LCD TV, an XBox 360, parts to build two new computers (yes, two), a new bed, a new computer desk, and a whole bunch of other stuff. It will be awesome and expensive, but I’ll have the money. I’m already looking at TVs, but I’ll also need a new stand for my TV. Something that supports the wideness of the TV and all the electronic that will be connected to it. I kinda want a Roomba too (without a mercy chip installed, of course). He can clean while I’m at work, so I don’t have to!
Clanlib 2.0 is out, which is great to know. Soon, I’ll actually have time to use it to do something awesome, like actually finish Tank Tank the Tank Game. He’s a tank. There’s also a new version of
Desktop Tower Defense. What were you going to with your free time? Something productive? Screw that. Speaking of no productivity, I’m gonna buy World of Goo in a week. It’s a good game and there’s a Linux version, I must support such good things that run on Linux.
“Quit finishing my sentences”
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Monday, April 27, 2009
My laptop allows me to get work done in the library, which seems to be easier to do than trying to get stuff done in my office. However, there is one thing I hate about the library: other people. Imagine this: I’m sitting in one of the study rooms, handling business like a business handling man. I hear a knock at the door; it some dude that I don’t know! For some reason, he thinks that I could possibly help him with some sort of computer issue he’s having. Can I help him? Of course I can. The question, of course, is why should I? And it’s always a foreign student from Africa who’s bugging me. Yes, it’s always a dude, although a lovely lady would get the same response (but variety would be nice). I don’t get the whole “I’m black, he’s black, why wouldn’t he help me?!” thing that causes people to knock on the door of the study room I inhabit. Maybe I’m just weird, but I don’t feel comradery with people because we’re similarly shaded. That’s just skin, and underneath that skin is flesh, blood, and a complete stranger that is foolishly trying to get me to help them when there is clearly nothing in it for me. Am I being selfish? Probably, and I have to be; no one else is going to look out of my interest.
I watched The Godfather Part II, and you know what? That movie just as amazing as everyone says it is. It’s 3 and half hours long, and it needs to be. There was not a single scene in that movie that feels like it doesn’t need to be there. Cutting anything out of that movie would just be criminal (unintentional joke!). I’m not use to seeing Al Pacino and Robert DeNiro looking so young. It’s just odd. But don’t let that stop you. The film was just awesome, and so much better than Ong Bak 2. That’s right, Ong Bak 2 sucked. Hear that Tony Jaa!? I’m sorry, don’t hurt me.
I think I’ve made a breakthrough with my research, and I might be able to graduate now. I just need to finish my thesis, and I’m 60% done. I need to have a decent draft in two weeks for my committee to read, and defend by the end of finals week in order to avoid paying some fee. Awesome. You know how many computers I have running my experiments? All of them.
Geocities will soon be gone. I remember my Geocities page, and like most things from my past, it brings me a great deal of shame. It wasn’t bad (i.e., blinking background, animated gifs, horrible color schemes, music playing on page load), but it’s still embarrassing. I’m looking at it again (I keep things like this on my hard drive), and I’m glad no one else can look at my shame.
If all goes well, then I’ve found an apartment in Kansas City. I’m saddened that I can’t have a grill on my patio (it’s a frickin’ county ordinance!), but I shall persevere. I’ll just hijack someone’s house when I want to cue-it-up. I, of course, won’t share any of the bbq. I’ll have access to two swimming pools I won’t swim in, a 24 hour fitness center I won’t get fit in, a tennis court I won’t tennis-it-up in, a basketball court I won’t dunk in, a whirlpool spa I will never sit in, and a playground I will beat children in. It is pretty swanky.
Amanda updated her blog, I shall read.
“I might be the furthest from your mind”
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Thursday, April 23, 2009
Let me tell you a story about Ong Bak 2. I loved Ong Bak, I loved its face off. It made me want to end the first person I saw with a flurry of elbow strikes. So when I found out that Ong Bak 2 existed, I had to see it, and that’s what I did. I was so disappointed; it was like X-Men 3 all over again. Tony Jaa has let me down, and I have a few problems with the movie. First and foremost, Ong Bak 2 seems to have nothing to do with Ong Bak. Supposedly, the connection will be made in Ong Bak 3, but that’s not out yet, so I don’t care. Onk Bak takes place in the 20th century, Ong Bak 2 takes place in the 15th century. Secondly, the movie has a story, and it expects you to care about it. Yes, this is a problem! This is not Fearless (which was awesome)! Not only did they spend a lot of time not fighting, the story was so…blah. I was so bored at certain parts of the movie; I wanted to take a nap. I couldn’t bring myself to care about any of the characters. All you need is to spend 5 minutes giving Tony Jaa a reason to hurt people. He might want his statue back, or his elephant back, or his baby back, baby back, baby back… Finally, the fight scenes weren’t even that great. This is nothing like Ong Bak or Tom Yum Goong, where the fight scenes could bring a manly man to tears. They were often too short and not nearly as cool as fight scenes in his other movies. I just don’t know how you could go from pure awesomeness to failure.
Completely saddened by Ong Bak 2, I went to Waynesville to see Crank: High Voltage. The writers/directors of the film are geniuses. Crank is probably as pure of an action movie as you can get, and it was beautiful. They realized that making a sequel to Crank is absurd, so they ran with it. Crank: High Voltage is completely absurd, and it knows it. When watching it, you might wonder if the movie could get any more absurd. That is a foolish thing to wonder, because it can and does. And unlike some movies that feature Tony Jaa sucking, this will not put you to sleep. At the end of the movie, people clapped, and so did I. It was just so well done. If they make a sequel to this movie, I will be the first in line for a ticket.
I traveled to Kansas City to look for apartments and interview with the company who wanted to steal me away from Garmin. I could use one of those GPS-thingies for my car, because I got lost so many times. The interview was at noon, which didn’t leave me much time to hunt for apartments and get back to the hotel with enough time to put on my fancy suit and get my interview on. I only got to look at a few apartments, but I think I found a place to live. I only have one problem: they don’t have any dumpster, they have a single trash compactor. There’s like 500 units, and one trash compactor. You could possibly end up living far away from the trash compactor. Weak. But I get a carport, so I won’t be worrying so much about hail. There is one thing that I love about Kansas City: Backyard Burger! I went there twice, and it was so good. The interview was long, and like most interviews, I unintentionally convinced them that they didn’t want to hire me. Oh well. I still have a job, and I still have to move next month. I don’t even know how that’s going to work out.
Sometimes, I think about starting over with the blog. I’ve had a blog longer than I’ve been in college, and I’ve been in college for a long time.
I have a wedding to go to next week, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not breaking out with the suit. Maybe I might put on a shirt with a collar, maybe not. Like with the last wedding I was at, I fear the bride ripping off my thumbs. How will I hit the space bar without a thumb? I won’t. How will I enjoy my video games? I won’t. How will I slap my bass? I won’t. I’ve come to the conclusion that Eric and Meghan (is there an H?) will get anime. I don’t know what Meghan would like, so I’m only going to worry about what Eric (the filthy traitor) would like. I’m never going to get married, but I want free crap.
It’s almost 9 AM, and I can hear a squeaking bed from the apartment above me. It got faster, then it stopped. Now I hear it again. I hope I don’t hear such things in my next apartment.
“Darling, how would it feel?”
SFX//8:51 am//No one ever leaves comments
Monday, April 13, 2009
After becoming really annoyed with
DD-WRT and it’s crap QoS, I decided to give
Tomato a try. Life is now 80 times better than it was, because Tomato is superior to all. I can play S4 League and let my torrents go at full blast. Tomato is so awesome. If it were a lady, that lady would be completely out of my league (more so than usual).
Amanda has a blog (look to the left), and I now I can replace the very broken link to Hiro’s Blog.
My blog is ranked
24,941,466 on the internets. That means I’m a pretty cool guy.
I discovered the
Starcraft reddit, and I suddenly feel the urge to get my Starcraft on again after not playing since high school. I also feel the need to never play online, for fear of getting destroyed by a Korean. I’d be happy not getting utterly destoryed by the AI when offline.
Price in incapacitated, so I have to teach his section until he can move again. This means waking up an hour earlier, and so far, it sucks. I went to bed an hour earlier, and I still woke up really, really tired. I just wanted to hop back in bed. I would have killed someone to be able to go back to bed for an hour.
So, Eric (the filthy traitor) is getting married, and I might go to the wedding…or see Cake in Kansas City. If I go to the wedding, I’d have to buy a gift, but what would I buy that costs less than $20?
Sometimes, I want to punch several of my students. In the face, repeatedly. I want to tell people something like
this.
I enjoyed the 4th Futurama movie (Into the Wild Green Yonder), but I think Futurama works better in smaller chunks. Not many things work well when stretched out, although the Aqua Teen movie was painfully hilarious when made 7+ times longer than normal.
I have serious issues with a couple of ads that are currently on Reddit. This ad has a ridiculously gorgeous, PhD student hocking Reddit shirts. They remind me that a) I can never have someone that gorgeous, and b) how very alone I am. Thanks Reddit, you made me sad.
It’s a new season of anime in Japan, and I have a new weekly:
Eden of the East. Listen for the English used in the first episode, and wonder why there couldn’t be any English in
Beck.
I love how Cartoon Network is becoming a misnomer like MTV. They seem to be all about not making cartoons. Cartoon Network use to play not just cartoons, but good cartoons. Samurai Jack? Awesome. Powerpuff Girls? Awesome. Dexter’s Lab? Awesome (until the voices and animation change-eded). Adult Swim is even worse; that Tim and Eric show is probably the worst thing ever created. I remember a day where I could sit around and watch TV. Now, not so much, but that’s because nothing is on. I almost pity children today, they know nothing of Saturday Morning Cartoons (capitalized, for they are proper nouns). I remember being in front of the TV from 6 AM (sometimes earlier) to 11 AM, getting my TV on. Now, it’s not even worth downloading what comes on Saturday morning.
Right Stuf has a sale. I HATE you, Right Stuf.
“Take you psycho little dogs”
SFX//11:24 pm//No one ever leaves comments
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