salivating

age of empires 3

age of empires 3

age of empires 3

age of empires 3

age of empires 3

age of empires 3

fuck it needs to be saturday faster

boredom is the spice of life

OK, so as any sane people in the world now, my little title there is entirely false, unless you consider it in the fashion of trying to avoid boredom and thereby making things interesting. Ah, another philosophical back alley that we have wandered into. Well, enough of such nonesense for the time being. There are several things worthy of note:

1. My GPA is currently riding safely at a 4.0--Harvard here I come!

2. As of yesterday my room has been both painted and, more impressively, cleaned--took me no less than three 39 gallon plastic garbage bags to get everything out of there, good god!--I quite like the paint, which is blue, and the new furniture arrangement.

3. I have no homework tonight, but unfortunately my dad is not working on the cadaver (sp?) tonight so the one time that I would actually be able to attend it will again not be possible, oh well.

4. HiTN v5 is coming along splendidly as I have decided to work exclusively on the Kami-Zalena story line for the time being. After that I will proceed to Crion-Ria, I should think, and save Ki'ara for last, but I must think on that matter; I have plenty of time as I am only ~30 pages into this story line which promises to be a good 600 pages or so when I am done with it--reading All Quiet on the Western Front in English is making this much easier for me, but I would have likely referred to it anyway.

5. And, most importantly of all, my birthday is on Saturday, but that is only really of interest to me because a) it means that I will only be 1 year away from being able to drive and having something of a social life, and most importantly, b) it means that in 4 days I WILL BE GETTING AGE OF EMPIRES III!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alright, enough nonesense for the time being. There is little else of not worthy of reporting, I don't think, other than I have been so desperate to distract myself that I have nearly beaten Sly 3--god, I don't know what ever drove me to pick it up--and now that I have nearly beaten it and at the same time tired of it, I am working on beating the living daylights out of Age of Mythology, which I am finding to be a much more appealing game now that I realize that the graphics really are nowhere near as dismal as my initial impressions of it were, or my memories of it, I should say. I much prefer to play as the Norse and build a large army of wolves to slaughter everyone with their insane speed and high attack. The Atlanteans hold the most favor with me when I choose to play primarily with human soldiers and siege engines, though in actuality I think that the Greeks really are stronger--Hypaspists tend to make mincemeat of all enemy infantry and Toxotes are especially nice in large numbers.

Oh, and the High School Ski Team is actually a letter sport, which means we will actually be racing, and I find that to be quite enticing as I might actually manage to get a varsity letter this year; we shall have to see just what the requirements for it are. I suppose I am not particularly good, but then I don't think that there ought to be that many people from school who are any better. The new skis should help; I wish it would snow for I desperately wish to try them out sometime soon.

Well, I have yet to defeat the Norse part of the AOM campaigne (yes, I enjoy spelling 'campaign' incorrectly as it seems more... pompous) so to that I shall dedicate myself for the rest of the evening, unless I prove to be exceeding in skill and manage to complete it--well, in actuallity I am about half complete with it already, but I have not touched the Egyptian one as of yet, nor the Atlantean one, so there will be those to attend to.

catch up

dang cc is over and now i don't know what to do w/ myself. got my pr at stoughton: 20:27 which kicked ass, as did finally beating alex, and i beat luke too, but he did have a busted arm. So, that's over and done with.

next bit of noteworthy news was that i somehow fucked the hell out of my english test and got a fricken B on it so now i'm pissed and am determined to pass everything this year with an A and that means i'm actually gonna work now. yes, this means i will actually study for tests for more than 5 minutes from now on.

joke listing (mostly from latin class):

ralph: define easy
boyd: your sister!

blinson: so, think of a preposition as anything a plane can do to a cloud
boyd: or a priest can do to a school boy
blinson: what?
boyd: nothing
blinson: remember, this is catholic school
boyd: yeah, that's why it's funny

lorenz: so we have 10 party sets and 5 casual sets
class: sex?!? What???
sam: party sex is the best
adam: casual sex is fun too
lorenz: i said "sets" not "sex"
adam: that's not what i heard

taylor: knock knock, etc. little boy blue/blew
andy: taylor
taylor: no! that's not what it is!
sam: yeah, it's more like little boy blew michael jackson

bitch fight

Ok, so the title's a little misleading. It wasn't really a bitch fight, per se, but the point is really the same, sorta. I got in a nasty little argument w/ our science substitute. Yeah, so I lost it a little, but she was taking swings at me in front of the class and it's not like I really did anything particularly over-the-top to her. I just made her look like an idiot and she got wicked pissed. Whatever.

So my parents railed against me a little, but that's fine. I sorta deserved it. SORTA. Anyway, I figured out the problem with the world is, as my parents so eloquently put it, that being nice and a kiss-ass gets you farther than being smart. What the hell have things come to?

Taylor had my listen to Panic! at the Disco and it was really good, I must say. So now I'm poking around and looking at some other stuff. Working on rewrite of the ending of HotC for the third time. Liking it very much. Nearly done.

oxford 'n' stuff

Yeah, I was bored so I was checking out the Oxford University website. I have to say it was rather interesting, and for some bizarre reason I have gotten it into my head that I ought to go there for college. Well, I suppose this is rather like that whole "I think I'm gonna write a fantasy trilogy" sort of thing... Of course, that has yet to prove whether or not it was a good idea in the long run, but it was certainly satisfying.

And in story news, I have to say I'm having a nasty little bitch-fight with HotC, but that's okay, cause it's nothing compared to what's going on between HiTN and the possibility of starting the Collision Wars series. I'm leaning towards HiTN just cause I've been putting so much into it and now this little psuedo-obsession with fantasy stuff is trying to siderail me. I finished the Crion vs. Seroth fight in HotC and I rather like how it all turned out, but now I'm having a rather difficult time dealing with just how I'm going to end the Phenix/Vanesthix thing, the main problem bieng that I don't know whether or not I want Belaethos to have killed Vanesthix, and then have him andPhenix have a little showdown, or if I want to go with the original line of thought... Ah well, we'll see what happens, won't we now?

In other news, we had a CC meet at Mount Hored today and, unlike the others, this one was rather fun. Not just the whole hanging out and talking with people line, cause that happened at the other ones and it was fun too, but because the racing part of it was fun cause I didn't feel like I was going to die when it was all over. Anyway, it was an absolutely tiny meet with all of about 8 teams there, the largest being from Stoughton. The course was quite nice, but not as nice as Monroe, though considerably easier. There were more hills than in Monroe, but for the most part they were smallerexcept for one monster that was forty or fifty feet high, but we only had to go up it once and coming down was one of the most frighteningly amusing things I've done in a long time. We started very strong with about 10 JV people leading for the first 200 yards or so, but that was because we were beasting it. Of course we slowed down, but we were in a strong position and held it all the way through, ending up with about 8 or so of the top 13 being Edgewood people. Needless to say, we won the thing by quite a bit, and I got 12th place, 5th for all of the Edgewood JV runners (I think) so I thought that was pretty cool. It got even better when I got a medal cause they gave them to top 15 instead of 10 (it was 30 for Varsity and sitting there in the sun while they handed them out was hell). I've been looking at the roster and people's times and I was rather surprised to see that a) there were a great many more seniors on the team than I thought (7, and 4 of them are Varsity) and b) I'm now running better (PR, again dropped [for the 4th time in a row :p]and is now 20:56). So, perhaps Hately wasn't so crazy in thinking I'm gonna run Varsity next year. I still don't know about that, but... Yeah, well, it's getting fun now, though I still can't beat Alex...

Oh, and by the way, the greatest combo of music for running is "No Life" and "Diluted", just 'cause I say so.

"What the hell-did I-do to deserve-all of this?!?!"

PS: Joe A randomly has decided he hates my guts, I really don't know why, and I sure as hell don't care cause now I don't have to feel bad about talking shit about him.

PPS: The new Chris Paolini book is quite good, and I'm glad to say it's not a total rip-off of the plotline of Star Wars. There's still something about his writing style that I can't say I like, but that's alright, for the most part, anyway.

PPPS: Gotta find someone to got to homecoming with. Hey, I just figured out it was on Oct. 8, so that in and of itself is an accomplishment.

PPPPS: Think I've got enough of these post-scripts? Hahahahahahahahahahaha.

PPPPPS: Oh, and here's the begining of the little poem I'm working on for HiTN (I'm thinking of renaming it GLASS DOLLS AND PAPER SOLDIERS):

GLASS DOLLS AND PAPER SOLDIERS

it's cheap to you, but not to me
more blood than you own
drowning in a sea of light
wondering when the end's gonna come

it's nothing to you
but it's everything to them
'cause they're more than you know...
but to you they're nothing
just smoke and mirrors
dust and sound

it's nothing to you
but everything to them
they're all glass dolls and paper soldiers...

(not so much) praise for eragon

Okay, first off, to be fair I have not actually read Eldest yet, but I have it in my possession and am currently trying to decide whether to read that or Dead Zone, which is the first Stephen King book that I have read and which, 30 pages in, is already incredibly good. See, I really want to read something good, cause the Da Vinci Code didn't really live up to my expectations and the Otherland books were so fucking good. I don't know, maybe some people were actually able to believe all that shit about the holy grail, but I was unable to be fooled like that. Oh well.

Anyway, I just have to say that the first eragon book was a total rip off on Star Wars and no matter how that paolini dick tries to defend himself, I can poke holes in his arguements. Sure, I've borrowed tidbits from here and there, but the only really noticeable thing (i think, i can't really remember any more) is that I borrowed "shadowslayer" from a poem in one of the newer Redwall books (I think it was Loamhedge, but I can't remember). So, I suppose that there really isn't any reason to point out every example from the damn book cause that would take too long, so I'll just leave it as it is, though I will say I am going to go into Eldest completely unbiased, sorta. Let's see if he redeems himself. And if not, well there's no way that after 2 books I won't be able to read the 3rd.

all shot to hell

Yeah, I tried to post two days ago, but something went wrong, I'm not precisely sure what, but that's okay. Anyway, things are crazy as all hell, but that's fine cause I've got great friends (andy, martha, katie, fiona [don't leave! you're the only sane person here! hahahaha] ) and school's fun and I'm doing much better in cross country now. HiTN has been hitting some major road bumps, the main one bieng that I haven't had any time to write ever, but that's just peachy. I finally, FINALLY beat the crap out of the story line and have it all done, but I'm not sharing what that all is cause it'll spoil things : ) The new cover sketch turned out nicely though Ki'ara's head could use work except I'm afraid to because I've messed with it so much that the paper's getting worn through. Dad's yelling at me to go to bed, so I'll just say that everything's fun but crazy as all fucking hell.

fun...?

Yes, you're damn fucking right it's fun. But enough of that.

Wow, a week and a couple days flies by when you're having fun, though I would never go so far as to say that it did anything even remotely resembling flying. It was fun though. Anyway, the first week was crazy as all hell cause they screwed up our schedules and all that stuff, but it's fixed now and everything's fine, though I did manage to forget which studyhall i was in yesterday, but the lady at the office was crazy nice and even wrote me a pass so I wasn't late and it was awesome. So, yes, er, school... Hmm, well, most of the teachers are nice, though two are total air heads (cough, cough, lorenz, cough...) but that's okay cause they all actually know how to teach, though I must say it would be nice if Chew (yes, her name is Ms. Chew) didn't know how to teach cause then I could halfass my way through religion. Oh well, I think I'll survive, maybe. Still gotta figure out how to get rid of that bible sitting around in my room without actually touching it though...

Yeah, so things are cool now, though cross country has been making my feet hurt like all freaking hell. Ah, well, I can deal with that, and icing it helps so incredibly much it's not even funny. To think it too me this long to figure out that that would help, wow...

In terms of writing, well, it's just not happening, honestly. I've had all of about two days since school started (not counting the weekend, mind you) where I've had any free time whatsoever, and that was all given over to socializing (me, socialize, ha!). The weekend was a different story and I actually managed something clsoe to ten pages, which made me very happy. So, HiTN is going to take an eternity to even get off the ground, and I might just suspend it indefinately until things settle down some more, ergo, this winter, when I won't have cc practice every stinking day of the week. Nonetheless, I have been taking the time to think about the story, and I'm pretty sure that that is definately going to help things a LOT. There are still a lot of kinks, and I want to get them all worked out before I actually get to them, god knows I make more than enough of them on my own as it is :p

I finally got something resembling a half-decent cover picture for HiTN, the only accomplishment that I can really claim as far as the story goes. Of course, being me, I fucked Ki'ara's head all up to hell repeatedly so on the paper draft it looks like shit (Kami's ended up pretty bad, and I think I could have avoided all of this if I had had a decent eraser handy :p) but once I scanned it and cleaned everything up the only complaint that I could make about anything was that Ki'ara's head, though proportionally accurate, seemed to small because the heads of everyone else are really too big, though it's hard to really tell and I think that it looks fine. As it is, I'm NOT going to go back and fix that, because the paper's starting to get rubbed away and any more erasing is going to do some serious damage.

Gotta sleep, frisbee tomorrow.

t-minus 1 day

Ah!!!!!!!!!!!! School starts tomorrow! HFS! This is nuts! I have less than a day left before I start school! Somebody save me!

Hahahahaha. No, it's not that bad. In fact, it's just not bad at all, really. I'm kinda excited, and I 'spose I have little bit of an edge on everyone else in so far as I know where my homeroom is and who my homeroom teacher is. Yes, another year with Smohler (somehow I don't think I spelled that right), fun stuff :D So, yes, all hell is certainly going to break loose tomorrow, but the long and short of it is that I'm rather looking forward to it. A little hell is good for you, sometimes.

In other news: ordered all of those shirts and stuff. Had a massive fight with megagear.com, but then I figured out that it was my fault and not the site, and I got my shirt, so I really don't care now. Oh, and I figured out that "baka" means "idiot" in Japanese which I find to be rather amusing--especially since I learned that from the History Chanel.

I've been drawing today, and playing Kingdom Hearts. Did a nice little picture of Kami in his "second phase"clothes. Damn, it's so much fun throwing in random buckles and belts all over the place that serve no purpose but to entertain the artist and perhaps make the character more interesting to look at. As far as Kingdom Hearts goes, I go to Traverse Town and beat the shit out of Leon, which I must say was rather fun. Now I've gotta go and find Donald and Goofy and kill the Heartless Boss (Guard Armor was its name, if I recall correctly).

Now I'm gonna go draw some more, I think, cause I just don't feel like writing right now. Wonder if I ever will again? Ah, what the hell do I care? It's the last day of summer, I'm not gonna get stressed about anything until tomorrow.

um... my clock is haunted!

It has just struck me that I have never ranted about how my clock is haunted. At least I don't think that I have, but I'm too lazy to go back through the archives and find out just right now. Anyway, it's pretty simple, really. First off, it's not actually my clock, but close enough. It's one of those Bose clock radios and it's in our kitchen and it is upon said clock that sits the bottle containing my doxycycline (formerly minocycline, but then my dermatologist decided this new stuff would work better even though it doesn't). So every time I go over there at night to take the stuff before I go to be, the numbers and stuff dim. My dad claims that it's just because it's light-sensitive, but I still think that it's haunted. Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure I've said something about this before, but I don't really care.

In other news there were several tornados that paid us a visit though none of them were particularly close to our house; one was really close to Max's, however, and that was rather worrying, though nothing ended up happening to them.

Ah yes, now I remember what else I was going to say! After 2 1/2 faithful years of service, our PS2 finally crapped out on us. No, it's more accurate to say that we finally got the motivation to get a new one, that motivation being him crying because he couldn't play his new game because it wouldn't read the disk properly. So now we have a new PS2, and it's about 1/4 the size of the old thing which I find to be absolutely mind-boggling. My brother got Lego Starwars. Not regular Starwars, but lego starwars. Personally I find that absolutely disgusting, though I must say that the drop-in drop-out cooperative play really is rather nice. That and being able to run around as just about anybody from the 1st three movies in the diner place and get in random brawls with everyone. Okay, so I played it a little and it's mildly entertaining, if not disgustingly easy. No game-overs, no punishment at all for dying except you lose a little money. What are video games coming to?

I did a new sketch of Ki'ara. Yeah, so it's really better than a sketch and I'm quite happy with the way that it turned about, especially cause now she doesn't have massive shoulders. I did the arms better and the whole figure just turned out more realistically. I should have made her hair a little more prominant, cause right now her face could easily be mistaken for that of a boy. I blame it on the manga style as the failing point for thatl, but hey, it's so much easier to just give everyone a round, glossy face, so what the hell. Her hands suck as do her feet, but I'm working on the latter at least. On of the feet actually turned out ok, and the other would have looked fine if I hadn't decided to giver her sandals.

Working on HiTN has turned out to be a real pain in the ass, though a lot of that is thanks to the fact that I haven't had much time to write because of cross country, orientation, and the code-of-bullshit-conduct meeting, so I'm not taking all the blame. Part of the matter is that I was dumb enough to play Kingdom Hearts to burn off steam yesterday. It is without a doubt the most fun hack-and-slash game ever, and the storyline is absolutely awesome as well. But anyway, now I want some fantastical but subtly menacing stuff in it as well. Not quite like Kingdom Hearts or the FF games, but sort of intensely colorful but dangerous and evil at the same time. Twisted. So, that's getting worked in. My thoughts are that after the whole escape sequence in pseudo-RL and a boatload of trench fighting, both Ki'ara and Kami are going to find themselves in this fucked up world in weird clothes, etc, etc... It's gonna be this virutal playground/battlefield hoasted jointly by Clandestine I & II so they can slug it out with each other. Of course Clandestine I will at the same time be trying to annihilate the actual housing of Clandestine II, but Clandestine II has little knowledge of RL and won't have any idea that it's vulnerable outside of it's own domain. You poor, stupid bastard, Clandestine II, well, you both--wait, shit, giving stuff away! Ah! 'Kay, I'm done for now : )

"now i'm in over my head, with something i said, completely misread, i'm better off dead"

3 miles XD

First cross counrty practice. Oi, never thought I'd run more than a mile and a half or so in one day, and yet we jogged for ten minutes, stretched, then ran three bloody miles. Ay, that's nuts, though it's a bit of a stretch to say I was running--but don't get me wrong, I wasn't walking... much :p Hopefully I'll actually be able to, you know, survive this.

In lighter and rather delayed news, I have now, finally, decided to rant about the Wisconsin Writes convention or whatever you call it at the art museum in Milwaukee. Already I'm getting bored, so I'll make this quick: the actual writing part of it was incredibly boring and I personally didn't find that it really helped all that much, though it's likely others might have, I don't know; what really made it fun was all of the people that were there :)

Oi, I'm tired. Gonna go, idk, do something that doesn't involve moving.

PS: I have started collecting pop tabs and am keeping them on a black shoe string. I am now Mr. Jingle--watch out Felix Jongleur ; oh, wait, the Other killed him already, whoops.

ID=shit

Note: the whole thing with the title is a takeoff on the title for the Slipknot song, "People=Shit", with ID being an abbreviation of "Intelligent Design", and of course expresses my feelings on such bullshit :)

So, as I am certain you may have figured out from the title and following explanation, I have quite a bone to pick with ID and all of the morons who think that it ought to be taught in schools. Right, so this all came up cause, and many of you nonexistant readers probably know this, of the article on ID in the newest issue of Time Magazine. Now, I do not really know exactly what brought all of this up recently, but I would not be surprised if the History Channel's "Ape to Man" show had something to do with it all, maybe.

Right off I'm just gonna say that ID is a bunch of shit made up by people who are too faith-blinded to accept anything other than the literal interpretation of the Bible and who are also too stupid to connect the dots and think "Hmm, maybe it took a little more than 6 days, and oh look, this evolution stuff makes a lot of sense". Our country is full of a lot of very stupid people, I'm afraid, and that means that a lot of them are going to try and press their bullshit beliefs on everyone else. Sound familiar? Slavery? Racism? Anti-homosexuality? Anti-abortion? Need I go further? Oh, and if you're dumb: CONSERVATIVE FUCKING REPUBLICANS!

With that off my chest, I think I shall proceed and give all the information that a rational person would need to come to the conclusion that evolution is not some great pile of crap. First off, there is the whole detail of there not being any other theory out there. Oh, and the fact that it is a THEORY which means that it's as close to a fact as you can get without having a time machine and being able to watch every damn minute of the history of the planet. Furthermore, if you think that it's just downright impossible for something like an eye to develope, then why not think of it this way: it is possible that a cell could get zapped, mutate, and become photosensitve, yes? And that would certainly give the organism a major advantage over all of the others, right? So, it's therefore quite likely to pass on the traight to its offspring, and even if it doesn't, that's not to say it won't happen with something else. Then, it's just a matter of the eye mutating properly over the course of millions of years before you finally get a recognizable eye. Rember, this takes a very long time.

Then there's the whole "but there's holes in the fossil record!" argument. Unfortunately, not everything fossilizes, as I am sure that you all know, making it incredibly unlikely that there would be a fossil of every single step in the evolutionary process. So, barring a having a time machine to go back and look with, we have to make inferences, just like murder investigators who don't have vdeo footage of what goes on. Now, all you conservatives sure don't have much of a problem with tossing people in jail and often times even killed them without having concrete, indisputable evidence as to their guilt, yet when it comes to something that clashes with your beliefs, you're more than happy to reverse your strategy. Furthermore, the conditions on earth are and have been such that it is more than possible that organisms that are important to the evolution of life have never been found as fossils. The fact is that it takes a rather incredible set of circumstances to make a fossil, so to have that happen with every link in the chain is just downright absurd, and expecting it to is even more foolhardy.

I would also like to say that I believe that the people who are making these anti-evolution arguments are closeminded fools who do not like to accept what is reality. Show me substantial proof that evolution is wrong, like a T-rex in the pre-cambrean era, and I'll be more than happy to acknowledge that evolution is wrong. However, to cling to fading beliefs that arose from a brutal, ignorant time like they are the only thing holding you together is pretty damn sad. Now, I'm not gonna give you all an anti-religion lecture today, but you can sure as hell bet that you're gonna get one sooner or later.

Furthermore, to try and teach ID in schools is un-Constitutional, but of course, Mr. Jackass-Bush has done his very best to try and change all of that with his nice little supreme court nominations and such forth. Well, if you think that teaching kids that life formed when some big mysterious "engineer" tinkered around with stuff, then you are not only evangelizing them, if subtly, but you are breaking straight through that whole separation of church and state thing that is quite clearly spelled out in the Constitution. And if you are going to try and tell me that you're not forcing god on these kids, then I suppose you must be supporting the existance of aliens or some other bullshit. Pick your poison on that count, then get back to me and I'll rip you apart some more.

So, here are just a few reasons why ID is absolutely bullsiht. But for the most part, it's really just depressing because it's another example of stupid people being unable to see reality and accept it and therefore they try desperately to come up with some bullshit excuse for their beliefs that never stands the test of time so long as there are those who don't share the same views controlling 1/2 of the country. Now, I desperately hope that the next generation is going to be able to go to school and not get evangelized, and I am confident that people like me are going to continue to make our voices heard, but there is a very troubling rise in conservative-ism in the country lately, and it may just be that this is the intro phase to a western version of Iran or Saudi Arabia, or worse. Well, if that's the case, then I'm gonna fight it, and hope that I either win, or die/leave the country before things get too bad.

In short, I just want to say that this all saddens me greatly, and I wish that you conservative people could understand what you're doing.

PS: on a lighter, more annyoing note, I've had "Surfacing" stuck in my head for the last couple hours and it's starting to piss me off. So here it is:

"Fuck it all, fuck this world, fuck everything that you stand for; don't belong, don't exist, don't give a shit, don't ever judge me!"

DONE!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, Heart of the Coldis FINALLY finished, as is my series. Well, the end Telnar and Crion fight sequences went off more or less perfectly, though the one with Phenix got a little rushed because the Crion one went over its limit. Oh well. I might have to operate on it, but for now I'm just gonna let it gel for a little while. In fact, I'm now almost certain that I'm gonna have to perform surgery, but not today. I've gotta bask in my victory at least for a little while. Holy is Thy Namew will commence once school starts, and not a moment before then. I need a break from writing, and yes, 2 weeks is an incrediblely long break by my standards.

PS: greatest song in the world is Waiting (Green Day; Warning, Track 10)
PPS: words I learned from listening to Slipknot: filial, catatonic, thalidomide, and bucolic. Either somebody there knows how ot use a dictionary or they are more than just bucolic sociopaths :)

kami says hi

Note: most of this is going to be dedicated to something other than crap about Kami, but I think that you can all deal with that, right?

Well, first off, I'm happy with myself for being ahead of my "10 pages a day or bust!" schedule, for I have typed 27 pages in 2 days. Geez, I'm nearly a day ahead of schedule (or as they say in Britain, sheddle) which makes me happy :) Yeah, so I'm at page 185 and things are starting to come to a head, well, sorta. Phenix & co. are about to meet up with Crion and running into Tasria and have all sorts of fun discussions. I 'spose I ought to think of a name for "the businessman" whos teamed up with Tasria, but I'm too lazy at present. So I've gotta get back to the siege of Kirek-Felhar and all that fun stuff eventually, too. Strangely, there is going to be no monstrous end siege/battle, and the main reason is because a) I say so and b) the story is just too short for anything even 50 pages long, cause then that'd be about 1/5 of the story, and I'm sorry, but that's just excessive (1/6 is just fine though :p).

So, anyway, that little distraction aside, I can get on to more (ha!) important things, like Kami. Kami is your friend and he likes things that go bang. He is also an old friend too, who has gone by Taeris, Black, and Alsarin/Black, respectively. Yeah, so I felt like changing his name and at first I was gonna go for something like Blue/Blu, but I figured anyone who watches Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends (best show ever!) or has played the GBC generation of pokemon games will think I'm borrowing from that. So, I was using Kami as a screen name (i was gonna do "kamikazi" or, if I had space, "kamikazi clock" but there wasnt room for either) and I though, "well, hell, Taeris needs a new name, even though he really doesnt cause now we have..."--shit, forgot her name; wait, did she ever have one??--"whatsername for RL, but I liked Kami better". I think Kami seems almost more... innocent, almost, which is in some regards what I'm shooting for. So, Kami says hi and you better say hi back damn you!

On a somewhat less amusing note, I must say the people at www.loveinaction.org are absolute morons. That, and they are ignorant, bible-blinded fools who have a too romanticized view of the world to realize that there's no point to it all and you just have to do the best you can with the time you've got. They are just sick, twisted morons who think that people chose to be homosexual. Oi, I don't even understand them. Yes, I'm certain people choose to go through all the ridicule, bullying, and discrimination that it all entails because they like it. Oh, and verbally/physically assault someone enough and you can get someone to do whatever the hell you want. The new Tomoyo42's Room makes a good point of this (http://manga.clone-army.org/t42r.php). I'd do something like that if my art skills didn't suck ass. Well, hey, I'm getting better, slowly.

Kay, that's enough for now. Kami says hi.

koolaid!

Um, so yeah, weird titles and such forth aside I have generally good news. No, I have not found my sanity out there somewhere, but thanks to all of you out there who are concerned (not that there are any, but the longer I fool myself the better). Woo, went on a 40 minute bike ride and I not dead, but I'm not feeling chipper either. So there go my aspirations for ever riding in the Tour de France. Oh boo, like I care, I'll settle for getting published. That would be much nicer. Only question is which pays better? Probly writting unless you're Lance Armstrong/Jan Ulrich/Ivan Basso/George Hincape.
Righteo, so, all of that nonesense aside, I've found yet another webcomic that I like and unless the artist is a complete liar (and I doubt it [even if she is it still doesn't matter]) it ought to be update reguarly as well. As reguarly as MegaTokyo, and I've never found anyone else who even tries to do that, let alone succeed. So, we'll see about that one. Anyway, the webcomic is called Red String and it's good if you don't mind reading romance stuff. Yeah, I started reading Kanami, and it looks rather strange, no, repharase that, very strange, but it's Dan Kim, so what they hell do you expect. Oh, the address for Red String is http://redstring.strawberrycomics.com/ just in case you're interested.
You, hahahaha. Wow, I really do have myself covinced that someone is actually gonna read this all, so much the better, I suppose. And it's not like I really care all that much either.
I've been ironing out the problems with Holy is Thy Name while I've been working on Heart of the Cold. I reverted to the original draft on HotC, in case I haven't mentioned that before, mostly because I liked the long approach to Kirek-Felhar and I didn't like the whole underwater sequence with Felnohk, and that would've been an incredible pain in the ass to unwork, since it was most of the story. So, yes, it was far, far easier to just go back to the original draft and I've made about 60 pages of progress over my sporadic writing stints, which I suppose isn't bad for ~2 weeks of writing, especially since I now only have ~118 pages to go before I hit the 258 page finsih line. Don't ask me why it has to be 258 pages, it just must and if something must, well then there's just no damn way of changing it.
Okay, so back to HiTN. Anyway, I've been ironing some stuff out and have decided to make "rea world" Taeris into a girl and since I'm too lazy to make up a knew name and I like Ki'ara that's what it's gonna be. The whole blue hair thing is gonna be retained, but unlike Taeris in draft whatever-it-was (3 or 4, I don't remember) she's gonna have completely blue hair, not the streaky deal. So, she's gonna be something of rebel-girl, but not really. Okay, so here comes the first story with a definitively female character (inwardly thinking: shit, i'm gonna screw this one). Now, the challenge is just to keep her that way, and given my tendancies to smear everyone and make them all cookie-cutter-characters, well, jee, this is gonna be tricky. Ah, hell, I've got Jenny to pepper with questions (PS: karma [or is it kharma?] sucks and the bitch is dead [but she's not a bitch and she's not dead]).
I'm liking how this new idea is shaping up and now that I've given it some thinking and planning time I think that I might actaully (gasp) be able to finish this one. Okay, fine, so the 3rd time wasn't the charm, hell, it wasn't even the 4th, but I'll settle for 5th. It took a while, and the lesson from all of this is that I cannot just rush headlong into stories and expect it all to turn out nice and friendly. Another good example would be Takunarei, which sucked absolute ass, but then I did just sort swipe the main story idea for Code Lyoko because I was a pathetic loser who couldn't come up with an original story idea. Not that that's all that different from now, the only difference being I take a bit form here, a bit from there, throw some of my own ingredients in, cobble it all together, bake it with some love, blood, and naughty words, and ta da! Absolute shit! :)
The whole WWIesque part of the story, which has been the only real constant other than the character's name (and that's been shaky at best: Taeris, Black, Alsarin, and Novacaine, they all made appearnces and were the same character) is going to remain, though I'm almost questioning the rational to that, cause the whole little obsession that fueled it is long dead. No, wait, I need it, never mind. Church keeping Dual Minds (hey, cut me some slack with the shitty names, I just made that up off the top of my head; i've got time to work on it :p) seperate in VR with big company tech that they're paying for and which the companies want... why...? Okay, okay, so I've got some stuff to work out. Hey, at least I'm trying to put an honest effort into all of this.
Later...

PS i love koolaid! and milkduds! and fritos!
PPS seriously, read Red String, it's good, and the whole moms' getting drunk and having their daughters carrying them home thing was funny as hell.
PPPS "perfection is my direction, even if that's all i had..." lalalalalalala

Later...

melancholy

The title speaks for itself, I think. Well, main reason is cause of the goddamn new Haryy Potter book, but at the same time it was very good and was worth it entirely. Besides, I've got my writing groove back, just like I did after I read PXI and got in a similarly bad-yet-not-quite mood. Funny how incredibly good things can make you all sad, but happy at the same time. Okay, so PXI didn't make me happy, that was something else (kinda hard to have something so depressing like that make you happy).

Well, yes, I read the Half-Blood Prince in less than 24 hours--it took ~23 hrs and 30 minutes, in case you wanted to know. Yes, it was incredibly good, and the fact that it's more centered around the characters' personal lives rather than the "Voldemort's out to get us, let's go kill the bastard, but oh wait, no one belives us" theme that has heavily laced the other ones. Well, Harry still thinks someone's up to no good, and of course no one belvies him, but that's about it, and nothing comes of it until later on. No, what's really actually strange is that its not (CAUTION: spoilers coming; read at your own peril) Dumbledore getting whacked or anything that made me all moody, it was Harry going all noble and breakting up with Ginny and then deciding to skip his last year of school to hunt down Voldemort and having Ron and Hermione decide to stick with him. It was just sad, but almost heartening at the same time, sort of. Well, for a while I'm gonna be desperately waiting for the next book to come out, but once I get thoroughly absorbed by writing and the Otherland books, I think I'll be okay. Only problem is I think that Mountain of Black Glass is gonna have an at least semi-depressing ending, so I might be in this mood for a while.

Well, hell if I actually give a shit. Besides, I think a little video game immersion'll be good for me, make me feel better, ya know? That's all for now folks.

PS: "Thr truth serum is in your veins, saying things I can't explain..."

Outside (is it over?)

Okay, first off: this is gonna be long, and probly not that interesting either. I'm just gonna be ranting and raving and making very little sense (as usual). So here goes(oh, and by the by, my CDs got here and All Killer No Filler, Does This Look Infected?, Dishwalla, and And You Think You Know What Life's About are all great; haven't listened to many of the others yet):

So, I was typing earlier this morning (well, I 'spose its more like noon right now, but whatever) and my brother and his friend were bugging me to make them lunch. Being the wonderful brother (hahahahahahahaha) that I am, I made some hotdogs for them and all that stuff and they were sated and left me alone. I was going back to the playroom to keep working on my story (2nd draft of Heart of the Cold aka Iron Sky coming at ya!) and I was listening to one of my new Dishwalla CDs. The front door was open a little and I looked outside and realized how damn bright and nice it looked outside, especially compared to inside. Now, most of this was just because the lights were off inside, for the most part, so it was pretty damn gloomy.

Then it hit me, like a big, fat, heavy, sharp, angry rock that has been chasing me around trying to hit me in the head and I finally got slowed down enough for it to catch up with me and smack up square in the brow. So, big-monster literary metaphors aside (wait, no, its a simile not a metaphor) this is what I figured out:

Ever since about 4th grade I've had a little video game infatuation going on, and for a while it was fine cause everyone else was into video games 24-7 to and we'd all go and play Super Smash Bros and Pokemon at Dan's house and it was fun and stuff. But after 5th grade I went to Edgewood and got into the little problem of having the same interests as my friends there, but we lived ~50 minutes away from each other so the whole going to someone's house and playing didn't really happen. And at the same time I started to lose touch with my friends, to the point that we hardlyt really had the same interest or anything like that any more. So I ended up--at home, mind you--slipping into my own little world of video games and writing and very little socializing, which, in retrospect, was not a very good thing, I suppose.

So, I have figured out that living in my own little dark computer world is not a great thing, and anyone whos reading this (ha, yeah, like that's gonna happen!) is probably thinking "Yeah, no shit you fucking retard!" but you'll have to forgive me, cause when the beast has you in its claws, its kinda hard to sometimes tell just what's going on. So now I am faced with a bit of a dilema and it's ALL MY FAULT, but thats ok. No one really cares other than me so I can take my sweet little time :p

Right, so knowing you have a problem is a great sign, right? Ha, I'd like to slug the fucker that made up that bullshit. Nah, doesn't really help too much, take my word for it. All it really does is get you all obsessed with solving the problem, and that can drive you fuckin nuts, but don't worry, non-existant reader, I'm not mad... yet.... hahahahahahaha!

So I'm stuck with the little problem of not wanting to be some loser who sits inside all day, but at the same time I don't really know what to do... Idk, I guess the main problem is that the only people I could hang with are from Fort and at the same time it's still gonna seem to people at Edgewood like I'm disconnected and stuff. Oh well. Damn I wish I could drive. So I guess I'm kinda screw-sideways by this whole thing. Why couldn't I just stay ignorant? Cause damn, Ignorance is fucking bliss!

Wait, no, I got it! I'll hang with Hans, Maz, Terisa, and other Fort people for now and just say "fuck you" to all the Edgewood queerdos who don't like it. There, problem not really solved. Cool.

long time, no see

Well, damn, it's been a hell of a long time. Ah, who cares, not like anyone is out there actually reading this (god i hope not! [damn stalkers!]). So, nothing has really happened, though I must say that Joe Arida is aMOTHER FUCKING COCKUSCKING WHOREFACED SON OF A BITCH SLUT-RAPING BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, now that I have gotten that out of my system I can say that I feel somewhat better, but when he moves on to someone else (and im guessing thatll take, oh, a week, if it hasnt happened already) and then I can just laugh freely. Nothing to say really. He's a manwhore, but I think that everyone knew that already so it's not like that's some sort of revelation or something

I'm working on a drawing of Crion and I can say already that it's gonna suck major ass, but that's fine, I don't really care, it's turning out much better than any other drawings more than out 4 inches high I've ever done, so just that is cause for celebration (goes away and gets drunk, comes back a day later). Maybe I'll post it or something once it's done... if it's not too bad.

Well, I started on Holy is Thy Name (V 3.0) a few days ago--yes, 3rd try! This one is gonna be it! Well, I've been typing for less than a week and have been averaging about 20 pages a day, though between today and yesterday that's probably, no, definately, gone down. Oh well, that's just a real shame. Yeah, I like the story: a school kid and his friend (Taeris and Ki'ara), a soldier in a war he doesn't understand who is at the same time trying to find out who he is along with the help of his friends (Black, Zalena, and Grael), and a hitgirl (yes, you got that right, though she's more like a contract terrorist) and her friends who get themselves tangled up in more than the personal disputes they're used to dealing with and discover much more than they ever wanted to about the realities of the corporations of the world and that business truly is war (Novacaine [dammit, it should be novacaine, not novocain, just like it should be irrate, not irate], Oiua [think the Vaio logo upside down], and Grennich [hey, I was watching a show about Britain or something and it's basically an Americanized version of the spelling of Greenwich {did i spell that right?}]). So, yes, parenthesis, brackets, and braces aside, it's coming along well, though Works is flipping out on me and forgetting all of the words that I added to the dictionary, but that's only a small problem and I think I know why, though I seriously doubt that that is the reason, so you could say with quite a bit of certainty that I do not in fact know why that is, but rest assured, I will figure it out if I have to torture Bill Gates and steal all his money (not that I'd need an excuse to do the latter).

Damn I can start ranting about nothing in particular at all for no good reason and with no chance of stopping before it turns into a train wreck. Hahahahahahahaha.

Fuck you Joe!

And remember that if you're too open minded your brain will fall out!

hey, i get it now!

What is that I have discovered? Is it the secret of life? Or perhaps how to turn trash into gold? Or, the greatest question of time: how the fuck did the French lose at Agincourt? (hahaha, no, we figured that one out [stupid French bastards don't know how to fight]) Nope, it's none of those, though I imagine that with enough thought you could figure them out and it's just stupid people who can't and therefore go around spreading this great myth that there is no answer. Damn rednecks!

No, what I have figured out is... wait for it... Oh, nothing. Hahahaha. Actually, I did think of something, but it's really a boatload of shit so I won't bother sharing. Nah, I will. My little theory is this: for who knows how long people have been trying to figure out why teens are rebelious and stuff. Well, my theory is that there is one group of people at fault with all of the stress and carp that comes of it: parents. And so fitting as well, for often times they are the ones to be suffering the most. Serves them right. So, basically, yeah, that was a bunch of shit.

And now something completely different:
I started working on the first book in the Collision Wars series I have been fooling around with for a while. Haven't gotten very far and I think that I'm going to end up deleting it. No, rephrase that: I am going to delete it. But anyway, for now 'm working on it and it's all coming along smoothly except that, ya know, it sucks major ass, but that's beside the point. But the real problem with this is that I'm not working on Dream Soldier (formerly Holy is Thy Name v 2.0) and the whole point of that was to rekindle my interest in more fantasy stuff, and it was working too. Now my desire to work on fantasy stuff is slowly ebbing and pretty soon I'm gonna end up dropping the Collision Wars story and going back to the monotonous and bloody WWI style fighting. You can even tell I had a little fantasy nostalgia when working on Dream Soldier, in a way, because there is an entrance of pikes and mail. I have no idea how that's gonna work into this, but I think it, if nthoing else, gives it a nice sort of flare, the sense of being caught between the middle ages and modern warfare; that with the whole being caught between warring factions, different power interests, and the church, makes the characters feel their own insignificance more acutely than they normally would, well Taeris does anyway, because he has a fair idea of how things are going to turn out whereas the others do not.

Okay, that's enough psychoanalyzing my story for now.

what the hell is going on?

Oi, what more can I say? I need something to do for a while. I don't know about sports... Maybe I'll take up karate again until I remember why I got so fucking bored with it all. That might work, but I'm not so sure... Perhaps there's something else I could do, but the problem is that I have no idea what that might be. I used to have so much homework that I didn't really have to worry about this kind of thing, but 8th grade has been disgustingly easy, and as a result I have killed my interest in any of the video games I have and there are no other ones that I want to get that are out yet/that my parents will let me get.

Perhaps I could just try and block out some stuff and focus on writing, but I'm not so sure that would really work all that well, because I have found that there are some things that you just can't block out not matter how hard you try. That's okay, I suppose; after 1.6 or so years of almost constant writing perhaps I need/deserve a break from all of it, just maybe, ya know. I could go back and edit Inheritance of Flames and Darkness Storm, but I really want to finish Holy is Thy Name v. 2.0 so I don't think I will do that.

I mean, damn, it's not like I don't know what I'm doing or anything like that--hell, I have a much better sense of where this story is going than any other, so I don't even really need to wing it at all, though that definitely works some times--it's simply that I CANNOT WRITE TO SAVE MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This all stems back to going out with Jenny. Perhaps it's karma (did I spell that right?) or something and this is my punishment for going out with a seventh grader or something like that, but personally I think that all of that sort of thing is complete bullshit. However, I do know that my writing troubles started when I was going out with her. At the time I didn't give a damn that I couldn't write and I didn't try to either, so it was all good. Then I got the idea for my new story and things were good and I blazed ahead at light speed. Of course my pace slackened after a while but even now I've still managed to keep it up, but it's not really what I want to be doing, it's like having to tear your arm open just to get the words to come out, excuse my odd metaphor.

perhaps my drive to write is starting to fade, and I hope that it isn't, but if it is then there is really nothing I can do about it but sit and wait and hope that it will come back eventually; and deep down I know that it will never go away because my ideas are never going to go away because they are what I am. There is simply no way to separate me from them. Even now I've got ideas for both Heart of the Cold and Holy is Thy Name v. 2.0 bouncing around in my head.

Yet at the same time I have started to become more and more social, due, I believe, in most part to that going out with Jenny stint. I actually talk to people who aren't my close friends anymore and I don't really hold any grudges or anything against people except for Yeager, who is A STUPID MOTHERFUCKING REDNECK PRICK, but that's a completely different story and completely and utterly irrelevant. Well, anyway, the long and short of it is that things are changing, I guess, and, as is my way, I'm gonna ride the wave and see where that all takes me.

Is Bethany ever around? Well, I'll sit and wait, since I have nothing better to do.

had a good thought but it's gone now...

Hmm, as perhpas you have figured out if you have bothered to read the title you would know that I had a great idea to write about, but I have, unfortunately, completely forgotten all about it. This is of course not exaclty all that important, especially considering that I am going to remember it sooner or later, the problem is that it's probably going to be after I'm done writing all of this.

I know that it had something to do with me and other people but I'm really not all that sure; agh! Dammit! Well, I have to say that now I like Limp Bizkit more, and Slipknot as well, though I still think that they're both horrible messed up, not that you really care, I should think; do you care? if you do that's nice, thank you, and stuff... I don't know...

Screw it! This idea was good too! It was something philosophical and all sorts of stuff so you must all find it terribly amusing to read; not that there is anyone reading this, but that's okay because I like to pretend there is at some times. Argh, Bethany get on already! I want to fucking talk to you dammit, not that I really have anything to say or anything like that, but whatever...

Well this isn't what I was thinking of at first, but here's something for you to chew on, if you like this sort of crap: Is it okay for you to still like someone even when you know you screwed your chance and you aren't gonna get another chance? I think you can, as long as you're not being a prick about it or something like that.

Dammit, my memory sucks too, but that's another story; maybe I'll share later. Ah, what the hell, I'll share now. See it's like this: there are some people whos faces just stick in my mind in an instant and stuff, and yet there are others, and they tend to be the important ones, that are almost out of my mind after about 15 minutes. Obviously this is a problem and it's annoying as all hell and I'm trying to get some pictures and stuff, but of course I'm not gonna get this, so ya, I'm being subtle and stuff, and I guess I should for how bold and blatant I'm being in regards to other things.

Oh, and one more thing for you to chew on. I it okay to drop hints, hopping that some--no, screw it, that's enough for tonite. G'night folks (and yes, that's how I say it! G'bye, G'day, an' G'night!)

everybody party!/monoaware (did i spell that right?)/show's over folks/death metal experience/dammit, give me my brain back!

hmm, yeah, well this is what i get for leaving this all alone for so long, but who really gives a fuck? nobody, cause i'd be fucking shocked if anyone ever bothered to read this!
Well, first order of business: the 'welcome to EHS dance' on friday was really fun, once the dance actually got started, that is. I have finally found out that knowing people from my high school classes can actually be somewhat useful at times and that if you go to a dance it's usually a good idea to, ya know, dance! So that, plus the whole finding some hot chicks to slow dance with made the whole thing pretty damn fun.
Monoaware: I know I'm definately not spelling that right, but that's not the point. What is the point? The point is that it's a japanese word about enjoying the sadness in life; interesting concept, i suppose, though rather melancholy. Oh well, it's cool.
The play is finally over. It was fun and all, but it was stressful and tiring and stuff at the same time, so idk, it's both bad and good. The mic cut out on my during the first half of my DJ bit, but that's okay, i really dont care all that much. But its all over now and that's that.
I was bored yesterday so i downloaded some slipknot and limp bizkit stuff. Well, that was ah... interesting... maybe... Truth is its fucked up shit that makes eminem look like a good citizen, so that's my take on heavy/death metal.
Finally, I have finally figured out that there are certain things that, when i get involved in them, tend to make it absolutely impossible for me to write. The only upside is that when i finally get back into the writing grove i just can't stop. You see, i think writing is sort of like bleeding--and before you try to get me to see a shrink, understand this is just a metaphor and is based on very little of my own experience--when you havent been bleeding and you get cut it bleeds a lot, just like writing for me; when you need it to bleed but it wont you have to cut or pick at it and that can hurt like hell, just like writing; and when its all over theres a huge relief that rushes through you.
Oh, one last thing, i just love this, its like talking to a fucking brick wall! but its fucking fun so i dont fucking care! fuck!

when the writing gods smile good things happen

In case the title hasn't tipped you off I've finally been able to get writing again which I am really glad about, though I sorta wish I could be working on Heart of the Cold. Ah, screw it, what am I talking about? No way in hell do I want to get back to that any time soon, simply because I'm getting sick of the story and the same old butchery and fighting and stuff all the time. Ugh... Yeah, well this nice little story idea just sort of dropped into my lap, I think it was a combination of reading Alpha Shade and All Quite on the Western Front, but who knows? Well, anyway, this neat little story is about a dude named Taeris who's 14 and gets warped or teleported--don't ask, please, it's the one weak point in the story so please just damn well let it be--to this world that's being torn apart by a three way war between (and yes I know these names suck ass) the Union, the Federation (the side Taeris fights for), and the Confederacy.
The technology on the world is about that of the Great War--I absoluutely loathe the way wars have been fought since WWII--with the major differences being the soldiers have magazine-fed rifles (wait, did they have those in WWI? I should find out... Not that it matters as far as my story is concerned, but I hate not knowing things) and there are helicopters and aeropters--like helicopters w/ 2 sets of blades. So you can find bits and pieces of historical stuff lodged in this, at least as far as tactics and stuff (oh, right, I know nothing about WWI tactis, well, that's ok, I'll just make them up :) go.
Well, this story has completely and utterly hijacked my mind so that I have reached a point where there is little else that I can do other than think about it, formulate the plot and so on, or write, and boy have I been writing! Woah, 53 pages in 5 days! Thats fucking insane! This is going to be a long story, but that's just fine, I am absolutely in love with it so it's all good, and it helps me forget other stuff too...

scratch the itch

I have noticed over the many years that I have spent playing video games that every now and then I get this I-have-to-play-this-game feeling and nothing will satisfy it except several days if not weeks of playing whatever the game may be. Well, my little itch struck yesterday and I have consequently spent the last two days playing a game that I thought I left back in 4th grade--and a game that I probably should have left back in the 4th grade. Not like there's a whole lot I can, because I have learned--the hard way--that ignoring this itch is a very stupid thing to do and can often result in insomnia/maniacal behavior that will not abate until I have played the game.
So my time has been utterly consumed though I think that by the time I beat the game--which shouldn't take much more than 2 more days--I'll be cured and maybe then I'll finally be able to get back to working on Heart of the Cold, but who knows; I've been procrastinating so long it looks like I'll never really get around to that... (sigh)

fuck you internet explorer!

Well, I have decided that Internet Explorer is absolute crap and should be burned with great burning and pain. Why do I loath Internet Explorer with such great hatred? Just because I feel like it, and because Mozilla Firefox is a lot better too. Seriously, Firefox is a lot better, mostly because you can download things with considerably greater ease; other than that the two really are more or less the same. I just feel like bitching about Internet Explorer, so, yeah.

TOPIC #2:
Since I can't really say a whole lot more about how I hate Internet Explorer, I'll talk about something completey different. Now what should that be... Oh, I know, wait, no I don't... Hmm... Ok, well, since I have nothing else to talk about, I'll just stop. That sounds like a pretty good idea.

webcomics--yay!

I've been looking around for new webcomics, following some sort of strange, convoluted paper trail from one to another. So far the ones that I have found have all been rather good, though I've already completely read two of them and it doesn't seem like the authors keep themselves forced to such a tight schedule as Fred from Megatokyo does.
My whole little interest in webcomics goes back 2 years to 6th grade when my friend got me started on Megatokyo. He has since come to hate it because it's not funny any more--which is true, though now there is actually some plot to it, which I like. Strange to think that for 2 years I never really bothered to find anything else to read.
Here's a little list of good webcomics I've found:

Megatokyo

2214

Star Cross'd Destiny

Brimstone Zero

Post-Nuke

Oh, wait, I remeber why I started hunting around for stuff... Yeah... Well, anyway... Let's not re-open that little issue any time soon...

PEACE

which-way sign

Where to go to now? Does it matter? I don't think that it really does. Heart of the Cold--my latest story--is stuck in the mud, once again. I seem to have been having more issues with this one than the previous two, which I managed to blaze ahead with quite easily until they were done. Perhaps it's just because I haven't gotten back into the routine of writing, but I think that there's more to it than that. So, I have a ssembled a hodge-podge of theories that I will be making up right now:

THEORY 1:
It seems more likely than not that the reason I have not been able to write consistently or easily over the last few weeks has been that I have not been trying to write very often, which, in the past, I have found to be anti-condusive to getting anywhere with a story. Seems to me that if I would write more consistently I would be able to actually get something done; I don't know, but this seems fairly logical.

THEORY 2:
This also seems to make some sense, well at least to me, anyway. With the other two stories, especially the first, which I rewrote several times, I had a fairly clear idea of where things were going with the whole endeavor. With Heart of the Cold I have very little idea of how things are going to go except for where they will end, which is something that doesnt really help that much... Perhpas if I got some idea of just what I was doing I might be able to get something done.

THEORY 3:
Psyche! There is no THEORY 3!

Okay, well, I have decided that if I'm ever going to get anything done, then I ought to start a) typing consistently and b) get some idea of what I am going to do. I'll figure sometihng out eventually, I guess, maybe... Well, if you read this then you're probably thinking you wasted your time, and guess what? YOU DID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hmm bored--how does this thing work?

Well, i have no idea what I'm doing, but thats just fine and dandy. If you're reading this, you're probably bored, which makes at least two of us, and if there are more than two people reaing this, then that is indeed terribly strange and somewhat frightening, i guess. I'm not really sure. Well, whatever.
Who's gonna win the basketball national title? Who gives a fuck? I definately don't. I like hockey--the Gophers, to be specific--and that's it. They're in the Frozen Four this year, along with three other WCHA teams, which is a first, but they'll probably get butchered by UND. If not then theywill probably lose to CC and if CC loses to Denver and the Gophers somehow manage to beat North Dakota, then I think its reasonable to figure the Gophers will win, considering they beat Maine and Cornell, basically the two best defensive teams in the country.
I like writing shit, in case you didn't know. I've finished two stories so far and together they are over 1,000 pages long. Personally I think that that takes commitment, condsidering it took me two years to write them, all in all, though there was a four month period where I worked on other stuff. I think that they were pretty good, but I'll let other people decide for themselves. Once I'm done with the last one in my little trilogy I'll edit them all and see if someone will publish them. I hope someone does, but I'm not getting my hopes up or anything.
Yeah, well, I'm pretty much out of stuff to rant about. So, yeah, um, okay. That's all folks!