Today

Today I totally made a war machine out of red legos.
It was pretty devastating. All my lego pirate guys were like, "WAAH!" when it was like, "BLAM BLAM, SKI-DOOSH!" "BWONNNNNG"

a year...

time changes nearly everything... but some things still make me smile

Let's remember Pearl Harbor.

From a thread on the SA forums:

My grandfather used to speak to us about this day when he was deep in his cups. I don't know what ship he was on, he was Army who was on board drinking with some friends.

He spoke of running a machinegun till it jammed on him, then switching to another one where the operator had jumped overboard. (He'd curse that man, calling him a coward) He spoke of the bravery of a black deckhand, who hauled ammunition for this crazy man, and mourned the man's death later in the war.

He told us that the Japanese planes were everywhere, ships were on fire, people on fire were leaping from the decks into the water, officers had no clue what to do and were constantly shouting conflicting orders.

His hands were twisted and gnarled, with the shiney skin of old burn scars, he looked like he was made of barbed wire and tanned leather. His eyes would be bright, and he would be animated, his words slurred at first, then coming out crisp and clear.

I remember feeling chills when he spoke, leaping to his feet and miming firing one of those big hogs. He'd tell us: "I ran through the belt, but it didn't seem to do no good, the damn Japs were everywhere. I turned, and saw a negro sailor standing there, trying to put out a man who was on fire, and I yelled at him: 'GET ME AMMO, YOU GODDAMN NAVY PUKE!' and he ran over to another gun and drug back the box." He'd talk about shooting and yelling "FEED THE GODDAMN GUN!" (Shit, I can still hear his voice through the decades, and it gives me chills)

He told us how the ship heaved like a beast, and he was knocked silly, and the black soldier was firing the gun, blood streaming from his head, and my grandfather climbed to his feet and got ammunition for the man. "SHOOT IN FRONT OF THEM, YOU GODDAMN NAVY PUSSY!" he'd holler, and the sound of his voice would raise goose pimples on our arms.

He spoke of leaping into the water, and dragging his gunner's mate with him, pulling the man by his uniform as he didn't know how to swim. All around him was burning fuel, debris, dead men, men screaming, men shouting. He saw one of the ships heel over with a groan that he'd imitate and make the younger kids cry.

He would fall back into his chair, and tell us that "What I saw, when we climbed on the dying ships bellies with crowbars, torches, and prayers, I never want you to know." and begin drinking again.

Grandma would shoo us out, and more than once, I looked back to see her holding him, and him clutching onto her like a drowning man.



That's why I remember Pearl Harbor, and visited the Arizona Memorial.

Final Fantasy XII is going to be a great game.

And do you know why?
It's guaranteed, because the soundtrack is phenomenal.
As I was browsing torrents last night in vain search of a Suikoden V OST, I came across the torrent for the leaked FF XII OST. Downloaded it, and first thing this morning put it on my ipod.
I listened to the first portion of the album this morning on the way to run a work errand, and it blew me away. I instantly knew why.
The style was familiar, in a very non Nobuo Uematsu way. As I had learned, he had decided to turn down the offer to do the music for this game. But I was unsure who it was that stepped up in his stead. Upon listening though, I recognized the familiar style that had made my favorite game soundtrack.
Hitoshi Sakimoto, composer of the very memorable Final Fantasy Tactics soundtrack.
I've continued to listen eagerly all morning. Every track is awesome, many are mindblowing.

Now I know this game is going to be gold.

snap

oh

The Thong Song

Ooh that dress so scandalous
And you know another nigga can't handle it
So you shakin that thang like who's the ish
With a look in yer eyes so devilish
Uh

You like to dance on the hip hop spots
And you cruise to grooves to connect the dots
Not just urban she like the pop
'Cause she was Livin' La Vida Loca

She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby move your butt, butt, butt
I think i'll sing it again

She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
All night long
Let me see that thong

I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you wanna show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong

I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you wanna show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong

That girl so scandalous
And I know another nigga can't handle it
And she shakin' that thing like who's the ish
With a look in her eyes so devilish

She like to dance on the hip hop spots
And she cruise to the grooves to connect the dots
Not just urban she like the pop
Cause she was Livin La Vida Loca

She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby move your butt, butt, butt
I think i'll sing it again

She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
All night long
Let me see that thong

I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you wanna show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you wanna show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you wanna show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you wanna show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong

That dress so scandalous
I swear another nigga couldn't handle it
When you shakin' that thing like whose the ish
With a look in your eyes do devilish
Uh

You like to dance on the hip hop spots
Then you cruise to the grooves to connect the dots
Not just urban you like the pop
Cause she was Livin La Vida Loca

She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby move your butt, butt, butt, uh
I think i'll sing it again

'Cause she had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby move your butt, butt, butt, uh
I think i'll sing it again

C'mon
C'mon
C'mon
C'mon

I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you wanna show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you wanna show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you wanna show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you wanna show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you wanna show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong

Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Thong, thong, thong, thong, thong

Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Thong, thong, thong, thong, thong

I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you wanna show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you wanna show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you wanna show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong

Somebody post some pics of Brooks' marital vow celebration already! I'm sick of looking @ Nate's goofy mug.

I went to NYC

I hung out with some people I know.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to us, Happy Birthday to us, Happy BIrthday to uuuus... Happy Birthay to us!

Here's to LB-- celebrating his 25th today (wherever he is), and cheers to yours truly as well, turning the big 2-4. Woot-woot!!

I am alive

News in my world, Stephen Mayer and I replaced my radiator yesterday.
Upon inspection of oil seeping into the cooling system, I thought I was going to have to drop $1200 on a new head gasket. Coworker recommended a ghetto rigging of removing the radiator cap and just using water in the cooling system instead of an antifreeze mixture, effectively relieving pressure on the system and thus hopefully avoiding ruining the new radiator. Time will tell whether this is going to pay off. In any case, I am preparing for a future without car, for if I do have to drop a fat repair bill on the gasket assembly, I theorize an engine replacement isn't too far in the future.

Sweet Jehosaphat--- someone please post something! Anybody alive out there...?

Something

Everyone needs to come to Kildoo and Mark's joint birthday party ish Saturday the 21st. Ish. Is that right? I think so.
It'll be at Mikey's, maybe he'll give details.

Mark is turning 21 soon and Kildoo will be 25. Landmark occasions in The Brotherhood.

John Makes Me Giggle

Tee hee....classified information...tee hee.

Google.

I have recently realized that among other things, Google owns Blogger.
I am amazed that a company like Google can make so much money in ad revenue. It is their single major means of income. The fact that they have so many free services astounds me. It also frightens me. They are going to take over the world, I am convinced, and then suddenly we will be paying them for our gas, food, and entertainment. Then they will use the Mammon machine to blow us all up and we'll have to travel back in time to set the course toward the path of good.

So, I was thinking I needed to post something but I have lost the impulse. I hope John will post to give us details of Mission: Iraqi Pwnage soon.

Something for your "other" pages.

Oh yeah, hey I made a banner. Post it on your myspaces or something.

The Brotherhood Does a Power Metal Album

Being that I am listening to Dragonforce at the moment, and moments ago I told Mikey that I was going to post, I decided I should post on this humorous scenario:

"What if The Brotherhood was a power metal band?"

Well.

I really can't think of much, but I think it would be funny. I didn't come up with a handsome awesome killer photoshopped album cover, but I did find a couple random images and photoshopped a little something together in what one might call a "brainstorming session".

So, all I was really thinking as far as crucial elements are a picture of some ruins, and a big explosion or sunspot or sunrise or something crazy.

The other things that would be great on said album cover would be maybe a dragon battling a wizard's puppeteered golems, while the wizard stands on high looking menacing casting a lightning bolt out of his magical staff made of beans.

Also, what would be truly crucial is having "The Brotherhood" in Dragonlance book font, and below it, the words for the album name "Brainstorm", because 'storm' is a word that is included on every single power metal album since the beginning of time, so we might as well put it in the title for effect, and, well, I said 'brainstorming' earlier. Plus it'll be our debut album so it'll be a catchy little trick.

I digress.
The important points, if The Brotherhood is going to be a successful power metal band, here is how it has to break down:

Mikey - hot chugga chugga rhythm guitars, insane high pitched screamaballadeering

John - grand summoner type narrations and orc voices for our hit song "Orcs in Paradise"

Stemo - obligatory prog-solos, but he chooses to only come out for one song, one show, per year.

Me - ripping up shredding nasty wicked hot skinpeeling Castlevania solos

Jess - her job is simply titled "stern disapproval". and also running the merch table since she wouldn't want to embarass herself onstage with our nerdly antics

Brooks - saxophone, of course. have you ever heard sax in power metal? well you're gonna.

Kildoo - bass and voice of the Berserker Gorillas throughout the epic album "The Brotherhood Battles the Berserker Gorillas Through Time and Space"

Mark - drums, what else?

Nate Beard - keyboards. because you need a keyboard player, and what else is Nate gonna be doing these days? rocking in a power metal band is what he's gonna be doing!

And some of our song titles have to be titled things like:

"Power of the Eternal Spirit"

"The Hammer of Justice"

"Ancients of War"

"Wars of Ancient"

Then there are the obligatory 3-7 part epics which are titled something like:

"Part the First: Natrafacles Pulls the Sword Excaligladius from the Rock of Feynor and Battles the Forest Trolls"

"Part the Second: Herald of the Golden Dawn and Keeper of the Crystal Spheres"

all the way up to Part Seven which is something along the lines of "The Prophecy Fulfilled".


I don't really know, but I need sleep. Maybe I'll actually make a fakey photoshopped album cover sometime so I can laugh. At least one person will.
For now, love me and my use of graphics in my posts, even if it's not even a decent picture!

So, all I was really thinking as far as crucial elements are a picture of some ruins, and a big explosion or sunspot or sunrise or something crazy.

The other things that would be great on said album cover would be maybe a dragon battling a wizard's puppeteered golems, while the wizard stands on high looking menacing casting a lightning bolt out of his magical staff made of beans.

Also, what would be truly crucial is in "The Brotherhood" in Dragonlance book font, and below it, the words "Brainstorm", because 'storm' is a word that is included on every single power metal album since the beginning of time, so we might as well put it in the title for effect, and, well, I said 'brainstorming' earlier.

I digress.
The important points, if The Brotherhood is going to be a successful power metal band, here is how it has to break down.

Ode to Posting

The Brotherhood will make ya "Jump - Jump!"

With that said... i would like to point out the realization john and i came to on the phone the other day; that is, that, while in his posession, things are probably at their best. whether it be trucks, vaccum cleaners, or even girlfriends, john makes everything better -- he's kinda like whipped cream (think about it...). point in fact "the red dragon". john never had a problem with this truck, but as soon as generosity lands it in my wife's hands, i can hardly use the word reliable... cute, but not reliable. in no way do i blame john for his "touch" of awesome - it's just his gift to the world. i mean, he's got it -- just like rodimous prime... cept john isn't gay (cept if you're mexican). anyways, my point PROgresses to that of women...

women out there -- if you want to be the best, coolest, smartest, most creative, sexiest you could be, and have the best healthcare availible, you need to be with john. something about his "gift" flows into all he posseses...

so, in summation... don't you want to be john's posession...?
no?
c'mon, he'll give you a free baby!


as always, keepin it married... REAL married...

Titles are for Sissies

Oh now Brooks, see what you went and made me do!!?


I hacked Hollywood just for you!


Oh by the way folks, subject at hand...
It seems that Cobra was fast at work with their latest plot to take over the world, via blog spam. I quickly resolved that problem using my patented spam microwave ray, turning that processed meat into processed fun.

And then I had myself a big sandwich in celebration.

Take that, terrorists!

Final Fantasy Advent Children

The new Final Fantasy movie is out in Japan. My finagling internet resource skills landed me a handy pirated DVD iso for it, so I burnt it onto a little DVD with the $12 burner that Mikey oh so skillfully managed to aid me in acquiring. The movie has engrish subtitles to help me understand what is, in my limited understanding, terrific Japanese voice acting, so I can giggle at the poor translation until the US version comes out with what I am predicting will be cheesy voice acting. But I dunno, maybe they will redeem it and cast Samuel L. Jackson as Barret.

"THIS IS THE WAY I TALK! HAVEN'T YOU EVER SEEN ANY OF MY MOVIES!?"

In other news I went to Raleigh this weekend and had many surprise encounters. What is weird is when you run into people who left your social radar years ago and they still revere you as some sort of golden age superhero. It sort of gives you tingles inside and makes you want to get to reacquaint with those folks.
Yep. I'm feeling that sleep ish coming.

Something to say about recent history.

Alright, so as some of you have probably noticed, things are kind of nuts in the US right now. We have an uncoordinated helter skelter disaster rescue going on in New Orleans.
We are probably seeing the single worst disaster in United States history, due to the severity of damages, the loss of lives, the lag of a timely rescue and response, and the economic repercussions which are more visible and often, shamefully, more of a priority to most of us Americans.
At times like these it is important to remember first off, we need to be praying
for these folks down in the gulf, and remember that despite this being an incredibly
terrifying and unfathomable situation, that God is in control, and there is only so much we can do. It is one of those times when the best effort sadly seems to be the most predictable:
Stay home, pray, send your donations, and watch the drama continue to unfold.

At this point it seems things have more or less gotten to a decided plan, and as relief has arrived, evacuations are underway, and security is in place, we need to accomodate for the road ahead. No doubt it's going to be tough.

We're dealing with a change in things. I am finding it important to think positively about it, but nonetheless, gas has gone up, and few have realized what that means. Oil permeates every facet of our lives, we have become so reliant on it, we don't even realize it's there. Petroleum accounts for processing the majority of our household items, consumables, our medicines, our roads, paints, and of course our fuel. When our availability of oil comes to a sudden drop, we recognize that immediate cost at the pump. The more dramatic implication is that costs rise
for everything. Our economy, our livelihood as the most powerful nation on earth is based on a steady supply of that black gold.
We're realizing what a significant place New Orleans was, we're recognizing the implications of natural and civil disaster, we must also remember that there is a subtle irony in the fact that a city with so many poor and powerless people is a significant staging ground for bringing in the resources that make our country so affluent and so powerful. We've been minded of the seeming worst of human sin and vile behavior, we've had the most squalid conditions illustrated to us by words and pictures.
There are too many lessons to count that we will probably soon forget, once our gas prices go down and the media goes back to following around presidential sex affairs and celebrity court trials. But Hurricane Katrina, in all its mess an all its glory, is the single most important lesson of our times. It is perhaps more significant than September 11th or the war in Iraq. It is a culimination of all the division and all the unity in our nation.
It is a reminder that we are strong, but weak. We have failed each other, and our government has failed us. We know that the world is dismal, cold, and scowling, but we also know that there are people that are willing to help, to sacrifice, and to go beyond expectations.
We are fallen and imperfect people, and we are all just as in need of rescue as every one of those people stranded in shack homes and huddled together along ruined
interstates. We are just as vile and damnable as those armed gangs, rapists, copkillers.

I'm pointing the finger at myself again tonight. I am every American. I have failed every American. And yet somehow, I will sleep tonight, because I still have my bed, and I still have a sense that maybe I will do something worth being
put on this earth for.


In conclusion, I have rambled and typed for too long. But I would like to stress that my personal opinion is that this crisis is a blessing for us all, as, the fact is, a lot of us are only affected by the fuel scarcity issue, and maybe this is God waking us up and telling us to appreciate what we have and how blessed we've been.
We're still blessed. And to anyone who is in, from, or knows folks who have been directly affected by the hurricane, my condolences, you've been in my prayers all week. Despite my close attention to unfolding events, I cannot fathom the tragedy that has occurred, but I do know it has been more affecting to me than any other newsbite in my entire life, and I suspect that at least a few other people probably feel the same way. We're learning what true suffering means. We're learning what true hardship is and we're trying to learn from it. There have been great and terrible things to come from this.

Well, since no one else is going to post, post-Mikey and Laura's "shin-dig", I will. And there we all are. For those not on the know, L-R: Danny, Mikey, Mark, Kildoo, Beamon, Nathan, Brooks, and John. Rock on Brotherhood.

Almost a month and no entries?

Dang, you'd think we were Brooks or something.

Well, Mikey's getting married in a week to some chick named Laura, we can assume that only insanity can come from this, and whether it's the good or bad kind of insanity has yet to be quantified.

Well tonight is Julie's birthday party, so everyone that sees her should wish her a happy 21st. It's an epic milestone in birthdays, because, as I say to everyone on their 21st..."Welcome to your last memorable year."

Not to say that it all gets worse from that point on, it's just that, well, my last 3 years have kind of all blurred together, and I'm sure I am not alone in that. Let's just say, to any readers that might be coming up in age, learn to enjoy the twenty-one-ness.

I would say that I have work to do, but it's Friday and I already ran about a million and a half maps off this morning for the customers I had. I will in fact be wrapping up a database correcting project I have spent the last 5 weeks...correcting. Off and on. So I'm rather happy with the fact that some other things which can wait until Monday will most assuredly wait till Monday. I take a concerted effort to space out the challenging work so as not to overstress myself, because, as I've found out, it will make a person crazy, which will make them want to seek medical/professional help. And I hate being prescribed meds. The doc put me on Xanax yesterday, and I have no clue as to why. I don't even think I'm going to take them because so far all it's done is make me incredibly tired, and that's one problem I already have in spades.

Well golly, take it easy folks.

So I should post something

Yay for John posting twice recently.
I thought I would pop in a short note while I´m here rocking the third world. Or, consequently, letting the third world rock me. Yeah, I told most people I would be on vacation in Peru for a week with Jen. So far it´s been great. Uh. Yeah.

Well, I don´t have too much to say, except that there have been lots of funny things that happened. Like, well, our plane to Cuzco being cancelled...then uncancelled, then cancelled, and our alternate flight losing our luggage. And how a lot of people here seem to know good english, but that never prepares me for the moments my translator wanders off somewhere and someone else needs me to understand their fast-talking Español.

Also, the keyboards on these computers are really funny, and I can´t really fully utilize the default Windows interface, as it´s all in Spanish.
There´were plenty of National Geographic moments today, we went horseback riding (not as cool as you´d like to think) around some ruins and our trail went through all these small villages. There´d definitely be donkeys and llamas standing around not knowing what the heck. And my horse kept wanting to wander off, or bury its head in another horse´s hind end.
Overall, I guess it was alright, but the altitude in Cuzco (10,000 ft above sea level) kind of makes my head hurt. It makes it worth it though when you meet the kinds of people here that you do, and then see some crazy mountains and ruins and stuff that make you think of The Lord of the Rings...if it had taken place in South America.

So really, it´s just weird and funny being here, but I suspect I should survive and maybe learn some new spanish and have some tacky souvenirs for a few folks.

Later.

Girlfriend stole funny

I think I've been at times saddled with the burden of providing a continuous stream of conciousness to this blog, though lately, my lesser contributions have been fewer and farther between. Thank goodness for Gregory, John Martin whose subtle form of utilitarian humor packs a solid "OH SNAP" to it.
Sometimes I think girlfriend might work the opposite way of a muse. This is because girlfriend doesn't inspire me to write songs with lyrics about volcanic eruptions and bird extinctions, and girlfriend certainly doesn't inspire me to write funny blog entries consisting of "WORD(e)" and "Did I do this right?"

Verbose, I used to be, my mental extractions only rivaled by the Yin to my Nate Yang, the incredulicious Nate Beard aka New Jersey Brother™. I'm lately plagued by the unceremonious curse of brain death that usually results in coma or vegetative state. For me it means I am just functioning off my will to survive. Eye of the tiger.
Office time is slow time, particularly on the days I'm forced to do counter-watch on my lunch hour. This is the time when I do a receptionists job, but since it's Friday, during lunch hour, that really constitutes a rare citizen complaint call, which I promptly hand over to someone else.
Time for me to sit, it leaves me to ponder my existence and the meaning of life within the confines of two cubicle walls and a vast assortment of printing and copying hardware which is all broken on this particular week.

It's high time for a vacation, since the literal meaning of that seems to be "a vacating". In my place will be an empty, uncomfortable chair, replete with crumbs from this week's granola high. My fix, nestled in a plastic cup.
I think girlfriend said on our trip we have internet that we can use at one of the hotels. I don't really want to but my addiction will probably force me to send at least an e-mail or a post while I am there. Nefarious.

Granola is starting to stare at me again, boring into my skull, begging me to finish the box. With 3 ways to go natural, it's really hard to resist.

the Top of the Top10

and coming in ahead of all those... the wit and class of:

0. "Ok, maybe you aren't fat... but either you're fat or I'm crosseyed..." - John "The Ladies Man" Gregory

keepin it real since 1981...

Keyboard Headbanging

A funny tale concerning work, this is a lesson to anyone new in the adventures of 'getting your job on':
Be careful about volunteering your level of aptitude concerning anything, even if it's something you think you might want to do. The more people know about your abilities, the more they will try to exploit them to decrease their own work load. And of course, at any opportunity they will try to take credit for the things you accomplish.
Today I revealed to two other folks in the Business & Technology Division (my little wing of the Engineering Dept) that I had discovered the means to correct a problem in one of our humongous databases. It just happens to be a database for which I am already responsible for updating new entries. However, many of the already archived documents have errors that need to be fixed and the lead images need to be assigned new indexes. Further complicating this is that we are just extrapolating from a couple thousand already done just how many we need to fix. I can safely say that I will probably be taking over the quality control portion of this task as well. So, simply put, I get to sort through this database, containing at this point roughly 50,000 images tied to roughly 10,000 document indexes, find all the retarded errors the contracted imaging company made, and fix some dandy numbered sequences through Access. Now that I discovered a 'relatively' easy means to take care of the problems, I won't be resting until this is all done.
I guess I could be more flustered, and I should look at it as job security, but it certainly doesn't soften the blow of the other 10+ large ongoing projects I have to keep up with. Plus, you know, I'm supposed to be fooling around with maps and stuff, not making document management my consuming damnation of life.

So I've got a funny new story...

Go see Batman Begins.



Phew, bet you didn't think I was going to have a funny story. Well, you were wrong.

Seth Messaged Me Tonight

Here's what he had to say:


carminasupplicii: hey pardner
carminasupplicii: I know what you're thinking: Classic! The guy's a real bard! Wunderkind fo' sho! I mean he's amazing, really. (Who'm I talking about? Louis Armstrong)
THEwayofthesWORD: woah
carminasupplicii: Olive Garden I was stereotypically Italian: libidinous, a talker, independently wealthy. And I ate @ Olive Garden after my sister's Ph.D. graduation (Ph.D. in criminal justice: she's now doing the sample wagon for A1 'Bold and Spicy' at the Harris Teeter, for f***'s sake.
carminasupplicii: lol
THEwayofthesWORD: i'm just gonna let you keep entertaining me, how bout it?
carminasupplicii: Wait! Ooh drat the 'lol' is out of style -- so 1998 -- and I haven't been clued in. Sorry bro
carminasupplicii: 10-4, 10-4. There's a problem with the band DC Talk. I can't put my finger on it. I think the bassist is on a par with some of the best out there, though.
carminasupplicii: 'DC Talk'
carminasupplicii: so, to break the ice: "Such a pretty vase!," 1723, the Amish Sports Bar Your Son Always Talks About, ... etc.
carminasupplicii: Oh, and J.S. Bach! Someone recently discovered some long-forgotten scores he'd composed ("scores" is such a quaint word, ain't it?). Among them was the smash hit, Concerto No.1 for Tambourine and Piano
carminasupplicii: Tambourines Wow, brother, you and I were classmates at UNC-Greensboro!
carminasupplicii: I mean, heh ...
THEwayofthesWORD: :-)
carminasupplicii: I'm going to leave you with a request -- take a really indulgent bass solo at the next gig. And throw some J.S. Bach phrases in there.

Sometimes, you just gotta know when to do what is necessary.

Tomorrow John, I run a 5k.

Tomorrow John, I will be a man.



Speaking of men, uhm, I guess we should play World of Warcraft soon. The new instances sound fun, cause you know...all out brawlings just can't compete with a little CTF.

Summoned by Teh Gregory to Post

Sometimes comedic spoof is appropriate. Like when going on a longwinded rant on the ins and outs, perils and evils of the music industry, it's appropriate to throw in quotes from Wayne's World or Empire Records. Or even Airheads.

Sometimes I get in the mood to listen to blatantly crappy music. The Pixies are one good example of a band which has a single great song, and that song's greatness is largely because of its presence on the Fight Club soundtrack. And when you listen to it without the Fight Club visuals, it lacks in its real impact and flair.

Today I went riding today. I usually wear a helmet to prevent my brains from splashing out, should my bike collide with a rock, and I fly off, my head colliding with a second rock. One of my political science professors flew off his bike one time. His helmet broke in 3 pieces, but he was still alive. Do not mess with the rocks or the potholes my friend. They will eat you alive.

Speaking of being eaten alive, it's mosquito season. My childhood plague of bite infection will not return, because I became immune to the entreaties of mosquitos once I hit puberty. It's unfortunate that I now have a deathly phobia of camel crickets. While seemingly unrelated, I think this was the price I paid. I just do.

Do not a ever buy an nVidia video card. Stick to the ATI Radeons despite what people say about their chipsets or their flair for ceasing to work after a year and a day, i.e. a day after their warranty has expired. I'd rather purchase a new Radeon every year than deal with the hassle my nVidia has caused me. Several hours off and on of tweaking my desktop controls and Warcraft video settings just so I can see a dwarf named after a vegetable hit things with a big hammer.

My girlfriend is pretty awesome. I think she has superpowers, but I'm not entirely sure. One thing is sure, her ability to be patient beyond the normal human limits is handy for her, since I happen to be one of the most retarded and annoying people on the planet. I am not taking my chances by testing her limits further, but she might be able to fly or move objects with her mind.

One thing's for sure, I can still teleport, and she can't.

She seems to have a lot of nice friends who may or may not be into red blooded manly manly men, so with your approval, we may find someone to feed the fires of John, John. John Gregory.

Poot.

The answer to your question is yes, John.

Use the regular html img src tag :)

But it has to be linked from another site.

I suggest using imageshack.us, it's the greatest picture hosting site ever.

Oh

Yes, I forgot to mention, everyone should go see my band play tomorrow.
At UNCG, in the EUC, Multicultural Center, 9 P, Thursday, 4-14-05.

With that being said, my thanks to Kildoo for outfitting my level 49 Paladin with rockin' plate armor.

Engaged BISHES!!!

so yeah... i post...

i basically stopped posting when i acquired a girlfriend -- much to my joy (the girlfriend, not the ceasing of posts). but now i am back, since i am now engaged and i basically have it in the bag, i don't have to worry about doing anything sweet or spending time with her anymore :) lies... laura ellen wright is the most wonderful person in my life - and i wouldn't be keepin' it real if i said otherwise. with that out...

i play WoW (World of Warcraft) a lot... my character's are the shizznit. i am probably one of the best and most effective priests in my little gaming world. i also love cheese... and john... still... which reminds me...

i am getting married on august 13th of this year. if you can read this you are probably already verbally invited, and now it's in writing. this past year has been full of interesting events and new churches and lost friends and a gained fiance, so, eventful to say the least...

i end this with an ode to john:

fart poop kill chicken dork lavatory eraser purple plate lamp stink cat donkus



as for me... always keepin it real