| Feelgood post of the year |
[Feb. 28th, 2007|03:46 pm] |
So I checked out Sloane's livejournal entry where she told everybody on her friends list a few things she admired about them. I got to thinking and decided that this is one bandwagon I'd gladly hop onto. So here it goes:
1_2_3_acoustic: For such a smart guy, you are very down to earth. Keep making the music that I like so much.
_____lame: In spite of what sometimes seem like very bad circumstances, you remain very upbeat and friendly.
anch0rless_: I admire your conviction to ideals and your compulsion to work towards those ideals. Your sometimes existential presence has helped more times than could be mentioned here.
burnyourxwings: EMO SCREENAME! Refer to lokumi.
carcarcarly: You seem to have a very significant inner peace that conveys itself through almost everything I've seen you do. I admire that.
deckchairsonnet: Too few people think about matters the way you do. Too many people obsessed with image hate on you.
formycaptain: Though you might be going through something really bad from time to time, you can easily manage to have a good night. You improve the nights of others, too. Whether or not you'd like to publicly admit it.
gladsadmad: Though I do not know you too well, I admire your patience.
its_brilliant: I can think of very few times when I didn't feel better after talking to you about something.
le_skank: From what I've read in your livejournal, you enjoy life a lot. I'd be pressed to find a better way to spend my youth.
lokumi: I admire that you put up with my drunken antics, the fact that you're in a band, and your willingness to deal with tyrannical parents.
marshaa_lovely: I like that nothing is taboo between us. To speak frankly and honestly with someone is an indescribable pleasure.
moneyyy: Your 'would you rather... or's are really good, as is most of the shit you call out in english. Also, you rode a bike to the fucking bonfires. That's pretty badass.
playdoh_is_cool: Damn, when was the last time we talked? If you're still like how I remember you, you're extremely kind and fun to be around.
zazzyzulu: You take a lot of shit, greg. Sometimes life just fucking doles it out to you, but even when that happens you still manage to go out and do things. Also the art you post on your livejournal is really good. Loved the 'zine, too. |
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| Books |
[Oct. 30th, 2006|10:03 pm] |
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If anyone has a copy of The Brothers Karamazov by Dostoevsky they'd be willing to part with, I'd be willing to pay for it. |
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| Adresses |
[Jul. 3rd, 2006|08:26 pm] |
Ryan:
Please post those addresses we talked about here. Thanks a lot.
Everyone else post the addresses here too, please.
Europe rocks.
This entry, however, does not. |
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| New club. |
[Feb. 8th, 2006|10:52 pm] |
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| | Love- Andmoreagain | ] |
I think I'm going to start a new club: Self-Injury Support Club, or something along those lines. Basically it would offer an absolutely supportive and entirely unjudgmental community for those who use self-harm as a coping mechanism.
Reply here with questions/comments/name suggestions for the club/support. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 28th, 2005|11:42 pm] |
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With Frank so left any reason I would want to be at this house. |
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| Awful CS |
[Aug. 20th, 2004|12:52 am] |
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| | Bright Eyes- Make War | ] |
There are a few words that come to mind when I hear "Counter-Strike". Team-stacking. Hypocrites. AWP. Shield. Idiots sitting in LAN centers playing aim maps in hope that they will get good enough to become cal-whores. That wasn't a word.
On the other hand, when I hear "Something Awful", I think a whole new series of words. Vomiting with laughter. Geniuses. Hentai. Review. Obscene screenshots.
Recently I have been playing a lot of Counter-Stike. That is something that I simply would not normally do. However, when played on a Something Awful server, Counter-Strike becomes less of a lamer-fest and more of an all out tk-ing, custom map glitching, J-pop fueled fantasy. Apparently, the CS players of Something Awful have a masterfull understanding of the code, enough so to create a very special mod.
In this mod, the entire map goes very dark. It becomes obscenely hard to see, you need to use a flashlight. Thus you're left with blind stealth, or dangerous vision. Night Vision Goggles are not an option. The game begins with both teams spawning normally, able to buy equipment and weapons. A random amount of time into the game, one player becomes a zombie. Zombies are limited to near-walking speed, and anyone the zombie hits becomes a zombie, capable of inflicting zombie status upon others. Zombies have well over a thousand health, and only shots to the head will do any kind of damage to them. The less humans remain, the harder the game becomes. I was the last remaining human. Armed with a Desert Eagle, and anything I could find, I set out on my quest. That being: eliminate 15 zombies capable of working together, boxing me in, and eliminating me with one hit. The first weapon I found on the marketplace in Italy was an AWP. Powerful but slow, I would need to make sure that no zombies were near me when I attempted to use this gun. Then I went to the CT spawn and waited.
About thirty seconds I saw a zombie, and did what any red-blooded American would do. Shoot him in the face with a high-powered sniper rifle. Unfortunately, this drew what is called "aggro", as zombies don't particularly like being shot in the face at distance. He called his posse of 3 others, and the hunt was on. I killed about one zombie by the time they were too close (keep in mind an AWP to the head deals above 400 damage). I raced towards the marketplace, up the crates, and to my second sniping roost.
The ledge above the crates was a dangerous spot, as I would be unable to see any zombies that may come behind me, and one hit would be my death. I only stayed for three shots; only two of which connected.
"Crap", I thought. "Surely they have already told their zombie brethren my position, surely they will be here to devour me in moments!"
Acting quickly, knowing zombies were incapable of jumping from the crates to the window to reach me, I drew my Desert Eagle and proceded with caution through the Halls. I have probably run through these halls a thousand times on a thousand different servers. It's never really meant anything to me. But this time, somewhere between the Resident Evil music being played on HLSS, the legions of zombies out to kill me, and the darkness, it was scary. Counter-Strike had become something to me, something that did more than inspire anger and pride. It had become a novel, myself being the main character!
I knew that if I stayed to appreciate this too long, the zombies would come, and I would meet a fate similar to most of those in Racoon city have met (However I wouldn't have to meet it 3 times like they have had to). I rushed through the hall, pistol brandished, prepared to shoot and retreat if the situation called. By some divine miracle, I made it through the halls of fear and into the cold, unforgiving danger of the night.
However, I knew of a balcony that zombies would never be able to reach, right above my own head! Hopping from a barrel to a door to a ledge, I made it into the safety of this balcony!
What I saw there would shake me to the very core. Another survivor! I couldn't believe it! Zombies weren't considered "dead" on the tab-log, so I was wrong about the 15 zombies! turns out there were only 13 left to go! When I walked up to him though, I discovered he was merely painting on the wall. Probably some other doomed survivor trying to keep a record of the human race beyond his death. However, if someone had sprayed that up here, where had they gone? With this question fresh in my mind, I turned around.
Only to be face-to-face with a zombie. I ducked his initial swing, and ran to the other side of the balcony. Taking aim, I realized that he was far to fast for a zombie, he was moving with nearly as much haste as I was! I saw that the only chance I had was to run and shoot. I immediately jumped off the balcony, only to see around 7 zombies waiting for me on the ground!
It was then a Something Awful paying subscriber logged into the server kicking me out of the game. I was playing on a slot reserved for another player. I really need a subscription to Something Awful... |
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| Annie Junior |
[May. 7th, 2004|09:19 pm] |
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| | Corey Hart- Sunglasses At Night | ] |
Tonight I viewed Annie Junior, and must write a report on it for drama. However, the report on this page will be written by my alter-ego who rarely leaves the internet, Red. The kids did a good job, and my real report will reflect that, but this one will most certainly not. Enjoy my cutting, cruel review.
After going the few blocks it takes to reach the school, I had a very deep and meaningfull epiphany: I had to take a piss. After searching two bathrooms at MBMS, I realized that the administration had locked the bathrooms as to prevent non-existant pedophile rapists from preying on non-existant stupid children. With a few minutes left untill the show started and no one I relly wanted to converse with, I went to the bathroom at polliwog park. I won't even get into how depressing and dangerous those bathrooms were compared to the ones at MBMS, but I assure you they were a dark and smelly travesty.
Slightly satisfied, I went back to the school and remenisced about teachers I was indifferent to and others who weren't so lucky untill the show started. As though filing into the multi-use room with dozens of soccer moms at speeds reaching up to and including one mile per hour wasn't exciting enough, I had the rollercoaster ride ahead of me called, "finding a seat and telling anyone who asks for the extra chair next to me that I wasn't ever going to use to go to hell". With all of this build-up, I was about ready to explode in what could only be called "an orgasm of anticipation". Amazingly, the show would not live up to my unbelevably high expectations.
The play opened up with a shameless attempt to make us feel sorry for the orphans in the play. Though I was caught off guard, I remembered that there were kids in the world that would kill for the cold gruel those stuck-up orphans so grudgingly ate. Next was probably the only part of the play that stirred mixed emotions in me: Annie being beaten by the orphan mistress. On one hand, there was a friggen red headed orphan being beaten, which could only be described as jawsome. However on the other hand, the orphan mistress was picking on someone weaker than her. After a few moments of considering the situation and solving for the value of pi, I decided that I there was really only one thing I could do. I planned to walk up to the orphan mistress after the show, congratulate her on a realistic performance, and then deck her in the face as hard as I was able. It really was the only way to express what I was thinking at that moment. In retrospect, it may not have been the best course of action.
The next scene involved Annie running away from the orphanarium to a life inevitably full of prostitution and drugs. Fortunately, she ran into the best actor in the show, the dog named Sandy. Of course, "the man" had to ruin her fun, but he was an insult to the force. Instead of immediataly euthanising the dog right on the spot like any good cop would have done, he put it up to some mindless and stupid task. I won't go into details on it, so let me just say this: If someone had asked me that question, not only would I get a compliment on my obedience, but a dog biscut too! Some dogs have all the luck...
After the dog scene, a confusing thing happened that made me think I was on some kind of bad acid trip. People dressed in black came out and removed all the furniture, only to replace it with different furniture and different scenery. Naturally paranoid, I reached for my knife knowing that when the men in black were done with the furniture, they would inevitably take me away and replace me with some kind of doppleganger and nobody would know the difference. I breathed a sigh of releif when they went back stage, and knew I was safe, but for how long...
The new scenery was that of the orphinarium, and the orphan mistress was taking swigs from her canteen undoubtedly full of Wild Turkey. Drunk and defeated, she sang some kind of song about being dripping with little girls. I thought it a little odd for her to bring up a sexuall reference at an all ages show , but let it go because I was predicting the next move from the men in black. Anyway, Annie came back, was beaten by the orphan mistress, and then taken away by some lady claiming to be the lawyer for some pedophile named Warbucks.
Upon arriving at the mansion, Annie was greeted in not surprisingly, song. The volume was so horrible I had to steal the hearing aid from the old man a few seats over, and even then I could barely hear anything. Eventually I have up, threw the useless hearing aid away, and began to replace the words the kids sang with the words in, "We only live to kiss your ass" performed in Family Guy. If those indeed were the words in that scene, it was the best scene ever.
Later, the orphan mistress, jealous that she couldn't be Warbuck's sex toy, plotted her revenge on the one orphan that got away. Her brother, aptly named rooster, plotted to impersonate her father, and then make her "dissapear" by making slitting motions on his own throat. His plan was probably to take her out into the cold, slit his own throat, and then hope the surprise would send her into shock so that she would freeze. I'm not a proffesionall murderer, but that doesn't seem to be the best way to kill someone.
The plot goes on to a predictable ending, the only surprise being that the president was in a wheelchair! I know for a fact that Roosevelt could walk and stand, why else would he be leaning on something in every one of the pictures. Anyway, after seeing this musical, I realize that my time would be better spent blasting aliens back to their wretched spawn or blasting my head against the wall at speeds reaching 50 miles an hour. It's a close competition between the musicall and the latter though.... |
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