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I wanna make it out to Halo tonight, currently it could go either way. I haven't been in a couple months and next week probably won't happen, so I'd like to tonight. I'unno.
Right now I'm about to head out to Walmart to get more costume supplies, then to wrap up a BloodBowl game w/ Josh. Still no wins in my gaming career, but so long as I don't lose stats and players to some bull I'll still feel like a winner. Players still get experience and if I'm really let down after a game I have a few turn-based tactics games that I can play 'n' pwn.
After Blood Bowl I need to get back to the costume, really REALLY not trying to do work on this the night before the con. =\ I'd ask for help but the only costumes of mine I've ever worked on were Celtic Gaurdian and Naraku, even then I only did 50% of them. I'm not beating myself up about it, but at the same time I never completely praised myself for those costumes (rightfully so). I'm not doing this alone because I want all the glory (I'm not even counting on glory), I just want to know its true when I tell people I make/made costumes and took them to anime cons for show.
Advice -on the other hand- is welcome. Very welcome. If I knew how to ask for it. XD Anywho... I'm out and I will see you all later. ^^
PS- I meant to bitch about this the other night: SOME COP RAN A RED LIGHT FOR NO APPARENT REASON AND NEARLY HIT ME!!! No lights, no siren, no looking, just gas. I was making a left turn onto Eastern Avenue, knew I had a green light (I checked after the fact anyway), and looking off to my left I see a white car not speeding, but also not slowing down at all for the stop light, so I floor it (hitting the brakes would've left me in their path) and just barely get by. The cruiser keeps going like they never saw me and I ask the ceiling of the truck, "Mad Vlad of the Skewers, man, what the fuck was that!?" Blessing luck and signing off: Me.
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[09 Jul 2009|08:38pm] |
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I was working on more of my costume today and at some point decided I'd try nuts, bolts, and washers to hold some of the parts together. I wasn't gone for a whole cigarette (thats like 5 minutes, trust me) and by the time I got back both shoulder peices were scratching posts... "THERE WAS A FIRE-FIGHT!" *rants and fires a pistol into the sky* "Who the fuck are they!?"
Aside form that not much else is new except the pool is closer to being done, the basements closer to being done, and I can actually see some results from when I started working out again. Word. Oop! And my hands have been injury free for 5 days now! =D
Thats about it, I gotta run. Take it easy, y'all. ^^
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[03 Jul 2009|03:22pm] |
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I've had my feelings hurt and my plans re-arranged on me within 20 minutes of waking up today. Fuck crying about it, gimme whatcha got! =>.<=
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| And a metaphor shall lead him... |
[01 Jul 2009|02:00pm] |
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Y'know how these past couple of posts I've said, "Can't stop me!" here n there? Thats directed at nature. And remember how I said I blistered my thumbs? Well, the moon's gravitational pull sent one brain cell smashing into another in my head and had me reflect on how I've stopped myself. Saftey first, then team work. Yeah.
Saftey is not a concern when making the Knight costume, though. Last time I touched it I was poking holes in the armor and ran the blade thru to quick and caught my middle finger with the serrated edges. It is not a real day until I give myself a hand injury... =e.e=
Been having trouble wanting to get out of bed again these past few days. At first I thought it was because I'd drank the night before, so I just felt like shit and needed water or something. But it was the same the next day, and today, too. I have to force myself to get up and start doing anything, even playing video games. Kinda depressing. On the other paw I'm fighting back.
Since my VG collection is boring me I'll 'ride that wave back to shore and see whats happenin on the beach'. Pick up some litter here, toss a frisbee there. Eat a hot dog on the boardwalk and look for a stall to work at. See some nice butts and cheer, then kick sand when a dude with washboard abs walks by. All while getting first and second degree burns like everybody else! *finishes with the illusion* =D
Back in the world of certain things: I can't see it when I'm sitting down, but when I stand up and either look down or in a mirror I can see a flatter stomach. I still look like a pear from the waist up, but a pear that's lost weight. It sucks, its hard, its no fun getting sweaty and covered in pet hair and trying to breath normally on top of all that, but its 15-25 minutes of work I can be proud to put behind me. When thats outta the way I know for a fact I can get anything else done on my list so long as I give half of a shit, and if I put more than half effort into it...
All that being said I'm gonna go, things to do. If it rains go play in it! Meetcha there!
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[29 Jun 2009|08:11pm] |
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The skin on the inside of my thumbs where I hold the mower handle blistered and tore. Now I have the "can't hold a damn thing" blues. =\
But the last thing I did hold was a fork so I could eat an amazing crispy chicken salad, so its okay. =D
Did ya see it? See it again!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRuNxHqwazs
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[28 Jun 2009|06:03pm] |
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Okee, what a week its been...
Real fast: Everybody knows Farrah Fawcett got Micheal Jackson killed, but if you watch the tv news stations covering his death (like flies on crap) and ignore the screen text and what the people are saying you can pretend he's still alive and they're just covering another sex scandal. I noticed that yesterday afternoon, hurry and try it while its still airing!
The little free village I started the other week is doing good, and I STILL haven't made a single soldier. I have it set up so the only way people can get any resources from me right now is if they destroy my crannies (they hide resources), which I know for a fact only a hand full of players outta the 15,000 can do right now. Nobody's coming after me to do that, they have bigger fish to fry, and even if they did take a big time out to go after my crannies so they can steal some on the side later, they risk destroying the fields that produce these resources in the process since a catapult attack must be set to 'random targets' in order to strike at a cranny. This prevents larger players from bitch slapping small players into submission, and forces them to just bitch slap and hope it counts for what they want. If they fail not only do they have that to deal with, but they look like dicks for it since the smaller player has no choice but to deal with the damage or delete the account. All in all its whatever, its a game, but they still look like dicks and it means I'm even safer for a while.
In addition to that the worst attack I've seen was 10 cheap units and a cheap hero. And nobody has come back yet. They roll in, see 3 buildings standing, and leave. No troops, no resources, no angry letter promising vengence or seeking refuge for seeing an attack report. While all of that happens I really can just log on, build the main building up another lvl (it increases other building times by half at max, constructing things way faster). Most maintenance free account I've ever owned (for free), fuck 'em all.
Since I've started a quick work-out routine again 210 is non-existant on the scale. Thats after eating 'til I'm full and before turds... Ahem... And I feel the difference. The joy n hurt of it, every day seven days a week. Wee! =e.e=
The Dragon Quest 'Knight' costume is coming along slow but steady. I've become a yogi master getting in and out of the finished chest plate, and the shoulder plates get attached tonight or tomorrow. Then the belt, codpiece, boots, gloves, and then the arm n leg plates. After that is the helmet. God I can't wait to work on that thing! When it's done I can add some black clothes and throw myself at the mercy of Baltimore's tempurature in July with alot of other sweaty geeks. I can already smell it...
Thats all I have time for, I need to go out in public and act like I don't wanna be there. Later! =^.^=
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| Kicking my own ass at Blood Bowl |
[20 Jun 2009|02:46pm] |
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Played Ryan last night. Very close, depressing, but fun!
My Team
2 werewolves (ball runners, frenzied attackers, regenerative skill (50% harder to kill))
1 wight (ballmover, regen)
1 ghoul (ball mover, kick receiver, no regen-skills (easiest to kill))
2 flesh crafted golems (Frankenstein in football gear, team's muscle, regen)
5 zombies (linemen set forth to haphazardly tangle up the oppositions more dangerous players)
Ryan
10 Dwarves (a few move the ball, most hurt you at the line (they're not bad at it either))
1 Death Roller (this mofo has a spiked steam roller or something... He uses both hands to operate it so you know he isn't getting the ball ever. His job is to put the opposition in the land of the dead (for good in my case) with a gleaming grin in his beard.
I received the 1st half, so Ryan set up his team on the field for me. The only thing that matters is he put the Death Roller front and center, everybody else was set up where you'd expect them (4 runners split up on either side of his 6 linemen and the DR).
I set up my favorite way with all cheap zombies in front, FCGs right outside them, werwolves in the widezone and the ghoul and wight waiting in the back center of the field to catch the kick.
This is where it gets juicy: I get the ball, move it up field some, then my turn ends. Ryan's DR mows over the 3 zombies in front of him, immeadiately putting two out of the game and FUCKING up my zombie fence idea for at least this game and the next. Other monsters on my team get crunched some, one of us scores first, then the other. By half time one zombie is out for the next game on injury, one is knocked the fugout, and a werewolf had to get a drink...
Now that the 1st half is over Ryan's DR is taken off the field, as rules dictate, and I learned that undead teams CAN give thanks to God. The werewolf, now refreshed, pees on the KO'd zombie without noticing and wakes him up. Both come back from the sideline and things look much better without a sharp steam roller on the turf.
So a Dwarf gets the ball after the kick off, he's surrounded by his team mates, and they're surrounded by undead creatures. A dust cloud happend, then over time. I get to receive one more time, so Ryan kicks off and one wolf gets the ball (exactly who I wanted to get the ball, Ryan isn't happy, I'm on top of the world). My turn ends and Ryan moves to defend, getting a Dwarf or two right in the path of my wolf going for the winning point. They get knocked down by the wight and a FCG, desperately supporting the ball holding wolf's current responsibilities, and the wolf passes by with almost no trouble.
He dodges left, runs, he's at the 30, the 20, the 10, he's gonna go for it! But no! He stumbles, falls, and drops the ball into the crowd who throws back in to land at the feet of 4 dwarves! Ryan takes the ball and starts moving it back down the field, my slowest players in pursuit. One wolf snaps his own neck trying to hit a Dwarf, the other is still laying down in the endzone wondering how he made it this far in life... The ghoul gets mugged and killed by two Dwarves, and Ryan scores.
I'unno if you read all that, I'm sure there are holes in the story, but game jargon, boring details, and dead players aside that was an excellent game.
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| Dear Journal, |
[19 Jun 2009|08:10am] |
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Today I'm starting a new (and free) Travian account, and my nephew is going to help me set up to raid people...
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| Can't stop me! =>.<= |
[16 Jun 2009|03:38pm] |
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Finally dragged the liner outta the poo...l... Before we get 5 days of moisture, water, and rain. Ready for it...
Also, I went back to Pulaski Vet Clinic and filled out another application and this time they sounded alot more enthused about having a new kennel assistant, so word. I called 'em when I got home and asked if I could e-mail my resume n shit (printer is still broken) and the lady didn't know where I could send it, but I could fax it. So I'll fax it. *shrug*
Did that, plus I filled an online app for Petco to be an ass. animal groomer. Groomin' butts. E'erday. In front of a mirror...... In ze nude... No!
Just an assistant groomer, so it's
"Scissors!" "Scissors..."
"Shampoo!" "Shampoo..."
"Coffee!" "*slurp* Eh?"
"Fuckin'... Dab my forehead!" "*dab* Dab..."
Really what it'll be is me pre-bathing and grooming animals so Zohan can finish 'em off, and then finish 'em off in the back. I hear it's gotten popular...
Thats all. Go wash my text from the folds in your brains. Sorry. =^.^'=
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[14 Jun 2009|01:06am] |
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Dear Mother Nature,
It wasn't enough raising the tempurature before Summer, was it? To cool me off you flooded my basement. And refilled my pool while I bailed it...... When I mow my lawn the grass grows back three steps behind me! And don't think I haven't met the little assassin hornet you had waiting for me on my game controller. I hit him with a right hook, hit him with a left, hit him with an upper cut, kicked him in his ass. Then I swatted him one more time, left the swatter on top of him, and put a boot on top of that! He's not coming home, none of them will... Can't stop me! =>.<=
Signed,
Sunburnt...
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"Thanks for holding, we're really busy here."-Eastern Animal Hospital on Monday.
"We have the most staff we can already, but call send in another resume after 90 days."-Eastern Animal Hospital on Friday.
So I sent out more applications and took more personality tests after that call. Something'll turn up.
Then, since the weather was still nice, I stepped out back and started work on the pool. I need to clean and remove the liner, but first I need to bail water out from the other night's storm. So fifteen or twenty minutes into it my neighbor stops me and complains about water getting into her drive way. I guess that'd annoy me, too, but the sun is out plus it isn't some thing they'd have to walk on. I gave up. If anybody needs me I'll be on Pulaski n Rossville with a sign readin 'WILL WRK 4 WRK'. Thats all I wanted to do today... =\
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q4eYjAP2Pts
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Fuck a cover up: I wanna be the Axe Knight from Dragon Quest One! So I'm a do it for Otakon. Thank you Rob and especially Chris for nudging me to the idea of using yoga mats for armor, that sounds perfect, though hot. But I bet the real axe knight was just as hot standing around in Haukness all day and night waiting for Erdrick's decendent, so I'll be right in character. Plus he could cast sleep, so if I stanmd around and talk to people long enough I could send them into a coma from all the inane crap I have to say and it'll be like the real deal! =e.e=
And I could get this guy to be the green dragon guarding the princess! (GTA3's RISE.fm goes great with this video, btw)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qv7Gcqedezo
Thats it for now. I'm gonna go chop a hole in the lawn mower and cut grass now. Fuckin' amazing. =\
XD
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I just got back from seeing Terminator, and lo, it was good. Lo, did I use that correctly? =>.>'= *shrug*
I heard on the radio that Beastie Boys were doing a sold out show, so I'm trying to win tickets, wouldn't that be the shit?
Thats about my time... Umm. Remember folks: When life gives you lemons make hay while the... Sun... Gives you two scoops of... Beggin'... Strips. Stay in school kids! =D
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| Because MySpace wasn't enough. |
[03 Jun 2009|05:02pm] |
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What was that smell? Some thing was burning and I had no clue what it could be. I sniff the air some more and sure enough it smells like some thing. Some thing burning!
I smell the computer. No.
The power bar. Uh uh.
The cat. Isn't him...
I look up, left, right: Nothing.
Shit, man, I smelled my arm pits and that wasn't it!
In defeat I droop my head, and in greeting the cigarette cherry that dived away from the rest of the Newport and started burning into my balls sends up a plume of smoke as if to say, "Hi!"
Not wanting to burn my thumb and index finger I do the next best thing: Let it continue to burn, palm my ears, and stamp my feet while mouthing obscenities at the atmosphere (it was 3 in the morning, mind you), and HEY! It went out. =D
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| Bulluzzlementianentatednesses... |
[01 Jun 2009|10:43pm] |
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I'm out with Sam and Ron, they're in the other room playing Blood Bowl, which puts me here and posting. =D A few posts ago I was saying I'll probably not like the game but I'd give it a shot, and for this post I'll say I like it. When I post after horridly losing a game I'll tell you I hate it, but for now it's good shit. *nod* Yes.
Not much else to say right now. I'm just bored... Here, watch this if you're not offended by jokes on Catholic schools or weiner goblin popes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9e-pR9-zbAI&feature=related
Wholesome.
They're out there yelling about some thing cool that just happend so I need to go see what the miniatures did. Later y'all. =^.^=
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[31 May 2009|12:27pm] |
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Every time I get online I feel like the world has done passed me by and moved on to more... Pointless stuff...
"Get the next generation of Smileys!"
"Free skins and music!"
"Who's hang nail is this? A)Brad Pitt, B)Tom Cruise, or C)Marlon Brando?"
"Crush the piss ants to claim your prize!"
"Single? Hook up with people in your area! Who knows what... er, who you'll catch?"
"Download cat ringtones here!"
Today I'll be working on the yard, mostly the pool. What I really want to do soon, though, is chop a fucking hole in the side of my lawn mower so the excess grass has somewhere to spit out to rather than stay inside the blade chamber area type thingy (where it clogs the blade). If you own a golf course buy a mower with a bag on the back. If you own a yard just get something with a chute on the side, its so much less hassle than finding a spot for compost (if you don't have one already) or pulling grass out to free the blade up...
Spent an awesome yesterday evening on a boat with friends for a nice birthday party. And crabs. Yummy crabs. We all agreed that everybody should have a boat, which is to say we all had a great time, and speaking of time it flew by, dammit! It felt like an hour or so but it was like, three? Two and a half? I'unno. Still fun though.
To close out, folks, I'll offer some advice: When the man slaps braclets on you and starts taking you away you protest with FALSE ARREST!... Over, and over, and over again.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdkX8WqAYk8
"In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, this-is-a-false-arrest..."
I say 'false arrest' every time I think it after watching this on tv. This guy reminds me of a dog locked in a cage that won't shut up, they just bark with their maw pressed against the wires. They really should turn that into a dance mix! I was playing the 300 techno remix and that is THE PERFECT song for that guy screaming false arrest. I know because I tried it. =D
There was also a video of a clown doing a fire trick at a children's birthday party. The clown caught (just a lil, nothing deadly) and started screaming and flailing around the room. The best part is that she (I think it was a she) couldn't help but smile because it was painted on and the kids don't know what to think! Now when they see fire they think clowns, when they see clowns they think fire. =^___^= Poor clown. =v.v= Maybe next time they won't start a fire trick and wiggle their poofy, gloved fingers over the flames as if they won't burn... Silly.
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