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Thursday, December 16, 2004


It feels good not to have to use tags every time I post a subject anymore.
Looks cluttered doesn't it? Well, I can't figure out what other colors to use, so if anyone can suggest anything, that'd be cool.

Oh, and the background. Isn't that the absolute worst copy-paste you've ever seen? lol

I'm not going to worry too much about it, though, and instead I'm maybe going to see what I can do to calm the site down some. Not now, though. Now I'm going to go cook something. Then I plan to eat it. Yum.

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Saturday, December 11, 2004


"Stay, ye imperrrfect macspeaker! Mactell me macmore!

lol. The Reduced Shakespeare Company rocks.

So I got this guestbook signing yesterday:

"SOOOO... you hate Kansas do you?! Nice to know... cause this Kansan right here has many many weapons... and is highly trained in how to use them.

Before you go biasing the integrity and intelligence of all people in Kansas... take a look at yourself first k? If all Kansans are idiots, then that makes you full-blooded, right? Stereotyping people by where they live is idiotic... sorry. I don't seem to care what you think on this. I don't even know you and you've already offended me... KANSAN... later... *flips the bird*"


Thank you, my friend! Now I will go through this signing piece by piece and tell you why you are wrong/misguided/stupid.


"SOOOO... you hate Kansas do you?!"

SOOOO, you're 21 and you still capitalize entire words completely unnecessarily are you?!

"Nice to know... cause this Kansan right here has many many weapons... and is highly trained in how to use them."

Oh, lawdy! I gots me a reeeal gangsta afta me!

You posers and your hollow threats are one of the main reasons I hate Kansas so much in the first place.

"Before you go biasing the integrity and intelligence of all people in Kansas... take a look at yourself first k?"

*does so* My, who's that handsome devil there?

Ok, now what?

"If all Kansans are idiots, then that makes you full-blooded, right?"

Wrong, buckaroo. I was born and raised in Louisiana. It was only by unavoidable circumstances that I moved to this hellhole.

"Stereotyping people by where they live is idiotic... sorry."

What stereotyping? I'm basing my knowledge off of everything I've seen since I've moved here. And if you had paid attention to the petition, you would see that I had actually said that there was an exception of "maybe less than a dozen" people here who aren't total morons. Had I been stereotyping in any way, these people would've been considered just as bad as everyone else.

"I don't seem to care what you think on this."

Then don't whine about it, and just blow it off. I'm not forcing anyone to listen to me.

"I don't even know you and you've already offended me... KANSAN..."

I live in ... Kansas? *gasp!* Say it ain't so!

And is it just me, or did the way you typed that make it look like you're trying to insult me by calling me a Kansan? Is that not the opposite of what you're trying to convey?

"later... *flips the bird*"

See what I mean, people? No communication skills whatsoever.


Need I say more? If you're not convinced to go sign the petition (link in my intro) yet, well, I don't know how much more I can do. (note: this person actually signed it himself. Go look.)

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Friday, December 10, 2004


I should be shot.

I couldn't help myself. I had no control over it. Click and moan.

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Wednesday, December 8, 2004


Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he still won't have any equipment to fish with and he'll die of starvation. And it'll be your fault for not just giving him a fish, you selfish bastard.

I was going to make a post a few days ago, but it was on the computer at the university, and I had to get off because people had to do that "work" thing. I've got what I had written thus far saved in a text file, but I may have lost the initiative to finish it. I'll have to read it again and find out.

Oh, and I can't post it on my home computer because it's been down for about two weeks now. Surprise!

I talked to a friend of the family on the phone, and he says it sounds like a problem with either the hard drive or not getting enough power. He says I need to get a disk I can boot from and try it out so we can knock out one of the options. I hope to hell it's not anything with the hard drive, because I've just now started to rebuild all the things I had on our old computer. I've got a lot of songs and stuff on there, you know? It'd be a real bummer to have it all gone. Again.

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Thursday, December 2, 2004


Things I would do if I made a website

Ok, first let me start this off (<--not repetitive. Trust me.) by beating your hopes into a fleshy mass with the This-Whole-Posting-Every-Day-Thing-Isn't-Going-To-Become-Routine baseball bat. Whoops! Too late.

Now then, let's get started.


1. It wouldn't be entirely a personal page where I talk about my crappy life and talking about such exciting things as going to Chili's with some friend named Rob or Leena. It also wouldn't be a page focused around anything else, since I'm not clever enough to come up with cool things to do or write about on a routine basis. Instead, it'd be something of a mixture of the two. Sort of like this page, but less focus on my personal life. Hopefully, It would be really fun to visit, and have sort of a grab bag of features and facets.

2. Now, this is still very tentative (not sure why, though. This site'll probably never happen anyway, lol), but if I could do it right - and I would hope that I could - the site wouldn't flow downward like most sites, but sideways. Oh, yes. When you think about it, the scroll left/right feature in web surfing is really only something to help out with annoyances, such as viewing obnoxiously huge pictures, or when people with absolutely no madd h@XX0r skillz try to make pages that end up splashing off too far to the right. In essence, this idea could be thought not to change with my site, but instead, being used to such a huge degree, would be symbolic of the incredible agitation that just visiting the site would incur. And if not that, then it would at least be a huge break away from the ordinary, which is something that most all web designers seem to strain for most of all.

3. I would name it Fuzz Incognito. I don't know when I thought of this name, it may go even as far back as two years ago. I do know that when I thought of it, it was supposed to be what I still think is a pretty good way to represent my brain. I've got a great logo drawn, too. If only I had a way to scan it, I would definitely post it up here.

4. My site would be hosted by Velegant Web Hosting! The most convenient, reliable hosting option on the 'Net! Velegant: always there for you.

5. I wouldn't sell out to anybody.

I can't remember anything else right now. What else would be cool?

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Tuesday, November 30, 2004


It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Superman!!

Have you ever thought about how stupid that quote is? I mean, seriously -- the people of that city (amazingly, its name escapes me) must be pretty dense. How could one possibly confuse the three? They're totally different objects. The only - and I mean only - thing they have in common is that they fly. A notable quality, maybe, but certainly not a rare one. And certainly not one that would cause you to confuse a flying man in a cape with a giant hunk of metal in the sky. I'll bet the brainteasers in the Daily Planet look a lot like this:





And even if it were a bird or a plane, who gives a damn? Seriously, imagine how the conversation would go if those idiots were right.


IDIOT 1: It's a bird!

IDIOT 2: It's a plane!

IDIOT 1: Oh, is it? No! No, wait, it flapped its wings! It is a bird!

IDIOT 3: Oh, wow, a bird!

IDIOT 4: A bird? Where? I wanna see!


See what I mean? That'd be one of the problems with being able to fly. Of course, I guess if you had super speed people might mistake you for a roadrunner, or if you could shoot fireballs out of your hands people might think you were Mario or something or ask you to light their stove for them. "Great power comes with great responsibility", indeed.

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Monday, November 29, 2004



GRAAAAWWR!!








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*crunch*






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Tuesday, November 23, 2004


I'm out of cheese.

I guess that's the first thing I wanted to say. My house has been out of cheese for forever, and every time we go to Wal-Mart (that's right, the "W" word) we never remember to pick up cheese. It's actually a horribly painful situation, not having cheese. Nothing to put on my microwaveable burritos, nothing to accompany my summer sausage and crackers when I'm watching a movie; it sucks.

Now I need to finally make an update about my real life in the real world. Really.

One. The debate season has pretty much ended. For my first year, it has very well fulfilled all my expectations. You see, my brother was a debater in Louisiana, and a damn good one at that. In fact, probably the only reason he didn't go to nationals is because it costs $1500 or so. (Luckily, though, this school actually pays our way to nationals if we make it. So if I can qualify next year... oh yeah.) And when some friends of mine joined debate two years later and went crazy about it, I had some high hopes.

If I do want to get a better record next year, though, I'm going to have to find a new partner. Of all the partners I've been with this year (four) only one was any good. Now, don't get me wrong - I'm not what you would call a debate god, either. Often times, I'll go too fast and stumble over words. Other times I'll just be a total ass to the other team. But when it comes to the debate part of the round, and not the speech part, I am pretty good debater. Oh well, there's still next year, which means more experienced people in my class and new freshmen, some of whom may have a knack for the thing.

Dos. My sister left for a visit back to Ruston last Wednesday (I told you I needed to make an update about my life). She absolutely loathes living here, and I don't really blame her either. Heck, you've seen me rant about how crappy it is here. (And you've seen my petition, which you desperately need to sign. Now.) But she was missing her old friends and her old town unbearably, and franky, it was getting incredibly agitating. So dad let her fly down there with a ticket that they both payed for, and she spent a little under a week there and is coming back up right now. Which leads me to...

7hr33. So my brother and oldest sister are coming back up to Kansas with the aforementioned sister. First, though, they're stopping in Arkansas to visit my granpa. After that, they're meeting up with my grandma and aunt (on the other side of the family and also residing in Arkansas), who will be traveling up here with my brother and sisters. We totally do not have enough freaking room in a three-bedroom house for seven people. It's going to be crazy.


Now you'd better go eat something. I'll bet you're hungry.

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Friday, November 19, 2004


I guess HTML can't process my 1337ness.

I downloaded a crapload of music recently, and for the first time in a long time. Some of my regular stuff, with a few new artists that I just wanted to try out. Got some Gorillaz, Everlast, AC/DC, Guns N' Roses, Live, and Creed. The new stuff included Modest Mouse, Moby, Rob Dougan (has some tracks you've probably heard from The Matrix), Muse, Cake, Sonic Youth, and I'm working on getting some Pixies songs. (and some Deftones and Cat Empire, if I can remember.)

As you can see, several of these are bands that seem to circulate the Otaku crowd a good bit. In fact, I may start paying more attention to the bands people mention on here more often.

Now I've got to go help my dad with something involving tools and possibly microwaves. If I don't post again, give all my things to charity organizations.

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Monday, November 15, 2004


Avast!

This is a true story. All of it. I am totally not joking.




I had a nice conversation with Education today. Naturally, I spend most of my days with him, him doing his best to help me with succeeding in life -- by cramming any random knowledge he can down my throat in hopes that I will turn out only to be a teacher, a scientist, a mathematician, or a historian. "Anything else", he says, "and you're on your own."

But anyway, that's not what we talked about today. Today was the day for him to make some confessions to me. He needed to let it all out.

"John, I've been -- I've been doing some terrible things to other kids, you know."

"How so?" I knew whatever he had to say would've happened sooner or later, but I was still quite taken aback. You can't just live a daily life wondering if such-and-such dam will burst today or tomorrow or next week. Sometimes it's simplest to let things take you off guard.

"I've been ... losing my focus. I don't think I'm even trying to help kids anymore. I spend so much time nowadays trying to reach out to and appeal to kids like you that I'm not giving them any footing to go places and have careers. And what's worst is, they have to learn what I want -- no, what I think they want to learn. Sure, they get the option to choose their classes as they see fit, but I only have the resources to provide them with so many classes; and every class that isn't focused on hearing what I have to say is a class that could've been used to give someone inspiration for a career."

"And are we talking about anything in particular?"

Education sighed. He opened his mouth to say something, but hesitated. Finally, he drew close and whispered in my ear, "Well, at some universities, I've been teaching ... Lil' Kim classes."

My heart froze. Was this a joke? How could you even teach a class on Lil' Kim, even if you thought it was beneficial to the students? What is there to learn? That is what it's about, isn't it?

"Oh, hell no." I said, and briskly started to walk off. This was some crap I wasn't going to deal with.

"No, wait, John! You don't understand! This is what the kids can relate to! They like me for it!"

I turned around in a huff.

"They don't like you for it because it's not you! You're bullshitting society into thinking that you're something you're not! You're not about nine-month trends and industry whoring. You're about making humanity a place where intelligence not only exists, but progresses. And from the looks of it, you're sure as hell not doing your job."

"Hey, it was one incident, ok? It happened one time at one school."

"So you mean that's the only time you've pulled something like this? You want me to believe that?"

He started to say something, but I cut him off, and pointed a firm finger at him.

"You've got four years to get your shit together. Four years, and then I'm going to hit college. You'd better have your act straightened out."

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