Ninjas Never Say Uncle

I Would Like To Take This Time to Thank the Academy of Arts and Gaming

2011-11-01T09:21:00.000-07:00

Hello person. I see you've stumbled across my private blog. It's magnificent, I know. But, if you'd like to see more of me, why don't you check out my Youtube channel. My NEW Youtube channel. From four months ago. Starting Now.

http://www.youtube.com/aloysisk

I play video games.

Way up there is a dog in a cup.

I hope you'll enjoy it.

I will. Do. Forever. Always.

Also, this blog is dead because I don't have interesting life things.

Miscommunication: The American Sport!

2009-08-30T17:44:00.000-07:00

Before we start... if you're wondering where the previous post went... well, I deleted it. I was quite arrogant in it and felt ashamed of it. So now it's gone. I apologize to all who were offended. Sorry.

I've had an interesting few days. Lots of awkwardness, miscommunication, arrogance (my bad), and a bit of anger. But I think most of it is cleared up (more or less). But, just in case, let me give an update to the situation.

I understand now that much of what I have said has offended and hurt. Again, my words were arrogant. I was stating things that I couldn't possibly verify as truth. Not good...

I'm not a Christian. I stand by my decision. I just wanted to make sure no one was confused, not because I hate Christianity, but because I don't want to be hypocritical. Because, in my eyes, if I were to know that someone thought I were a Christian even though I'm not, it would be hypocritical to let them continue to think that. I want to be up front with people.

(I wrote this previous paragraph because I want to make sure no one misunderstands that just because I am rescinding most of what I said about the church, I'm not rescinding absolutely everything. Just the parts that were exaggerated/arrogant/untrue. Which was mostly everything except my decision, to be honest.)

I really do love my parents. They are kind, generous, and loving. I was angry at my father when I wrote the note, and I should have thought about the repercussions of posting such a thing for all to see.

Also, I don't hate everyone, I'm not really emo, and I'm not actually a ninja or a rocket scientist. Those were all jokes. Really. (Except the part about me being a Ninja-Rocket Scientist.)

Though I really do have blonde hair.

So, I think I've covered it all. I may have missed something, which simply means that I don't care about it. Obviously. (This is the part where a bunch of people miss the sarcasm and take it personally.)

I didn't work on the story. I've had enough on my mind that I haven't quite felt like it. Well, I also had an awesome night with Super Smash Bros. Melee and three friends. Last night. Oh, and we had the Mountain Dew Gamer Fuel. Yeah. We were wired.

So yeah. I have excus- REASONS I didn't work on it.

So... I'm just going to end this post now. No, wait.

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Ok now.

The post without a name. Oh wait...

2009-08-27T20:27:00.000-07:00

Ehh...

I need to start planning ahead for this.

No, I didn't work on the story. At all. I was doing other things like... digging another hole. And... watching children... and messing around on the internets... and watching completely random videos on Youtube. Basically anything BUT the story. I'm sorry.

It's really hard coming up with stuff on a day to day basis for this. Or, at least coming up with as much as all my other posts. I'd almost have to, like, write an entire story everyday. I mean, it wouldn't be so hard to do that if I did pretty much the same type of story everytime, but I'm getting tired of being completely random in my writing. I want there to be some depth to it. I mean, just a little depth would make me happy...

I promise, promise, PROMISE to work on the story tomorrow. Unless I forget or don't feel like it.

Update about my life:

My shoulder is feeling much better, but now my back is acting weird. It's annoying.

I filmed another video for Youtube. It's me singing "They'll Need a Crane" by They Might Be Giants, and I think it's my best yet. I'll get it up sooner or later (prolly later).

I'm no longer considering DeVry, or even Game Programming, for that matter. I just can't see myself going to work every day and writing code. I don't think I would be able to handle it. I'm now looking for a good (maybe technical) college for Creative Writing. Basically, I want to improve my writing skills and pursue a career as an author. Of fiction. A fiction author. (Not to be confused with "fictional author." Because then I wouldn't be real.)

I think I have a great handle on English, and I am more than capable in the other areas required by a Liberal Arts school. That's why I'm seriously considering a technical school. That is, if they even exist or are any good for Creative Writing. Also, it'd be cool if it were an online college, but that would impede my moving out of my parents house as quickly as possible. I guess I'll look around and see my options.

In other news, I fell in one of the holes I dug today. It didn't hurt anything but my pride and my butt.

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's... a blog. Oh. I was way off base there.

2009-08-26T20:24:00.000-07:00

Today's work was rather boring and menial. Yes, more so than the past few days'. I had to dig a hole you see. Three feet deep and maybe a foot to a foot and a half diameter. Sadly, there was no *HIGH-IMPACT PLASTIC* involved in any way.

This work would have been almost enjoyable had it not been for the fact that I pulled a muscle yesterday. A shoulder muscle, in fact. Yeah.

For tonight's blog, I wanted to lay out my ideas for my little story while trying not to spoil it. I was going to write chapter one, but I figured writing a story when you're about to fall asleep was a bad idea. So!

The story follows the framework of Little Red Riding Hood, more or less. More less, than more, actually.

In the story, the character Red's name is Stacy. She is an average small town girl who ends up with a delivery job for a nearby business. She is assigned a delivery to a elderly lady's cottage out in a nearby forest. The only way to this cottage is down a small trail, thus requiring her to walk. ((Chapter 2 starts here)) She is going happily down the path, but runs into a mysterious creature. It is a wolf that speaks, walks, and acts much like a human. After a small discussion, the wolf persuades Stacy that he means her no harm, and they walk together down the path. Suddenly, Stacy spots smoke from the direction of the cottage. The wolf takes off ahead to inspect it, running much faster than the girl thanks to his wolf-like agility and speed. The rest, will be revealed in the story, for I don't know how I could discuss it without ruining key parts.

So there. I'll be working on chapter one tomorrow and the day after if necessary. I'll throw it up on here that night. I'll also put both parts up on DeviantArt, if you want to... you know... favorite it there. And comment on it. And show it to all your friends.

So that's all for tonight. I apologize for not making a particularly funny or interesting post tonight. I try harder tomorrow. Until then... STAY FROSTY.

((It's from Call of Duty 4))

I'm like Marco Polo, only instead of adventuring, I blog.

2009-08-25T21:39:00.000-07:00

Check this out. Now check this out. And then check this out. Oh. And please look at this.

Are you done? Great!

Which do you like best? I personally prefer the first one. Why do I ask? WELL...

I want to put up a logo-type deal thingy, but I wanted to see which you like best before completely ignoring your opinions and going with the one I like. That's how I roll. So drop me a comment and let me know! I can't ignore you if I don't hear you speak! But read the rest of the blog first. I mean, it's a pretty good blog. I don't want you to miss out.

And now for the story of my life. Or at least, a story that has to do with my life. And by story, I mean non-fiction. Sorry.

Today was an OK day. Not excellent, but not so bad that I want to slice things (people) with a katana. I worked a little. Then I went inside. Then I went outside. Then I went inside. Then I didn't work when I was supposed to. Then I worked when I wasn't supposed to (well, sort of). Then I worked again. Then I stopped. Then I thought about stuff. Like college and game design and kittens and music and writing.

I don't know if Game Programming is something I would really want to do for the rest of my life. In the past I really enjoyed programming, but more and more I find myself wanting to write comedy, not code. I really enjoy writing. And as it turns out, I can be pretty productive when I simply sit down and force myself to write regardless of my mood.

Writing is enticing to me. It allows me to express my ideas more clearly and vividly than when I speak. I love knowing that with each word I write, I can craft something entirely new and beautiful. Granted, I could also destroy. I could ruin careers and reputations, and in a way that's entirely more permanent. I would never do that, of course (unless the person really, really, REALLY had it coming to them...). But basically my point is that there's so much power to be held, so many worlds to explore, and so many people to entertain with literature that I can't help but be drawn to it. I love it!

It just annoys me how the people who craft masterpieces (Tolkien, Lewis, etc.) have to share the same words as the people who have no business writing. I'm looking at YOU, half the people on DeviantArt! Seriously, do you even think that crap is funny. Well, obviously. You DID put it in the humor section...

Anyway, there's my thoughts and a little rant.

Um... I guess I'll toss in some *TRADEMARK HUMOR*

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Bob the Sandwich was walking down the sidewalk when a fork appeared out of thin air. It cried, "I will end you, Bob the Sandwich!"

Bob walked right past the fork. The fork yelled, "WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME, YOU FOOL?"

Bob then used sign language to stop a nearby taxi.

"Oh."

THE END!

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Yeah. Sorry if that's not as funny as the other ones. I didn't feel like putting a lot into this one. I'm really tired, and I will probably go to bed as soon as I finish typing this sentence, if not soodhy7ul bhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

This is the sixth consecutive night I've posted. I am on a ROLL. YEAH.

2009-08-24T19:22:00.000-07:00

Today I trimmed with our trimmer some more. You know, with the *HIGH-IMPACT PLASTIC*? Well, FUNNY STORY.

It broke, sort of. But not how you would think. I was just happily trimming along, killing the weeds like no one's business, when it started to vibrate violently. I looked down and noticed that a one of the *HIGH-IMPACT PLASTIC* blades was missing. I assumed that it broke, but upon further inspection... I found that the *metal* bolt was to blame. I actually found the blade lying on the ground intact. I suppose the bolt vibrated loose or something. But still... I'll have to rethink my stance on this plastic...

In other news, I'm not feeling particularly inspired tonight, so I guess I'll post part of a story I'm writing. It's serious. Serious Business, if you will. About Little Red Riding Hood. Yeah.

I have a lot of ideas for this, but it's going to unfold much like a horror novel, I guess. Or maybe an action-thriller novel. Or maybe action-thriller-comedy. If that's even a genre for books...

((This is just a random excerpt, mind you. Red's name in this excerpt is Stacy. It'll be explained in the book, but if you *really* want to know why, just ask. This part is after Red has been assigned for her delivery. She is travelling down the path on her way to the Granny character. I haven't decided what to do with her yet. Also, this isn't the final version, obviously. I'd much appreciate any advice on it. KTHXHEREWEGO))

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Chapter Two? Or Three Maybe? I Really Have No Idea. Let's Just Say Two. That'll Work.

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Stacy continued walking down the muddy path. She marveled at the beauty of the forest that surrounded her. The birds were chirping happily above her, and she watched as squirrels darted from tree to tree. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

She smiled and started humming to herself. It certainly was peaceful out here. And even though the path wasn't so well-kept, walking down it was still manageable. A bit of mud never hurt anyone (although her friends seemed to think otherwise). Maybe she would learn to enjoy her job after all. Taking a short break from her observations, she glanced up and noticed a fork in the path.

Wait, a fork? She didn't remember seeing one on the map. She unzipped and reached in the side of her bag. She pulled out the map and promptly dropped it in the mud. Quite frustrated, she quickly snatched it up and wiped it off on her sleeve. She unfolded the now soiled slip of paper and found the fork. Beside is there was a sloppily-written annotation:

"Robert Frost. ;) "

She stared at it, confused. Did Eric write that? As out of of character as it seemed for him, it certainly looked like his hand writing. She slowly began to fold the map up but stopped when she realized that she already forgot which direction to go. She unfolded it and found her position once again. Now sure of herself, she folded the map up and stuffed back into its pocket. She looked at the trees once more, and smiling, moved on. And as she did so, she became aware of a faint ringing. Quickly recognizing the noise, she hurriedly opened her bag and pulled out the phone.

"Hello- I mean, uh..." She tried to remember what Eric told her to say.

"Stacy." It was Eric. He spoke with an almost demeaning tone. "You are supposed to say, 'Triune Deliveries', okay? Now is everything going smoothly?"

Stacy kicked herself. She certainly wasn't getting on Eric's good side. "Yeah, everything is o-"

Eric cut her off. "Good, good. Call when you get there or if anything happens." And with that, he hung up.

Stacy frowned. He was certainly not one to be polite. She shook her head and tucked the phone back in the bag. Taking a deep breath, she turned and found herself face-to-face with something decidedly not human.

Well, to be fair, it did have human features. It was standing upright like a human. However, it was covered in grey fur, a characteristic most humans don't happen to possess. It's face was that of a wolf's, complete with wolf ears, a snout, and fangs. Oh. Fangs. She looked at its hands and found them to be more like paws. With sharp, sharp claws. Huh.

She decided that the best course of action would be to back away as slowly as her body would allow. And, having found that she was perhaps too successful at this, turned to run. Or at least, in her mind she did. In her mind she was already a good fifty feet back down the path; however, her body seemed to be a bit rebellious that day and remained firmly in place. So she went back to staring at the creature. It... it smiled.

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End of Chapter Two. Or Three.

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Drop me a line and let me know what you think. DUUUUUUUDE.

I'm like a Jack-of-all-trades except I don't work.

2009-08-23T19:54:00.000-07:00

Today, I went to church. Not of my own volition. It was pretty awkward. Oh well.

I also hung out with some friends. It was cool.

And... I fought off an entire army of ninjas. With my teeth, $1.59, and a permanent marker. It was pretty epic, if I do say so myself.

AS OF RIGHT NOW IT IS 11:11 PM !!!! I WILL WISH FOR CUPCAKES.

Now it's 11:12 PM.

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Where's my cupcakes? Aw man...

Erm... I'll just consider this a transition and move on.

So... DeVry University. So far my experience with them has not been so good. I sent in for more information a while ago, and they just recently contacted me. They told me we were on the DO NOT CALL list and that they sent me an email. I never got that email.

So then they called anyway me right as I was about to go do something (can't remember what right now). I didn't mind that, I mean, how could they know? But then they put me on hold. For about ten minutes. The lady came back and apologized. Then she put me on hold for another five minutes. THEN she came back and told me that I wasn't even going to be able to talk to an advisor. Noooo, that call was just to set up a meeting.

So after all that, I thought, "Ok, now everything is worked out. We can go meet." I was to go to Dayton... "campus" and meet. WELL GUESS WHAT? The advisor I was set up with has never even worked at the Dayton campus. He works at the Columbus campus. Oh, and the Dayton campus is actually only a center. It's not even a full campus, but two floors of classrooms and a lab.

I found this out after the advisor called and left a message. I responded, but couldn't get an answer. So we didn't even talk until the next day. So now we're going to the Columbus campus to meet. But I won't even know if I can get into DeVry at all after the meeting. Also, my major isn't even at the Columbus campus. It's at the Chicago one (which is where I'm planning on going). The advisor recommended that we go to that campus as well. OH OK. I GUESS WE ARE MADE OF MONEY.

Ok. I'm done with my DeVry rant. Anyway, it's not all bad. At least the advisor apologized for the whole situation. And he seems pretty nice.

I really hope I can get in. I suppose if I do it'll be pretty much just be from my ACT and the interview that I'll go through at the meeting. But if I do get in, GAME AND SIMULATION PROGRAMMING HERE I COME. LOOK OUT GAMING WORLD.

Trademark Humor:

Potato rocketship; don't eat the Legos.

Peace, yo. For rizzle. I am so black.

Holy crap! A ham sandwich!

2009-08-22T21:17:00.000-07:00

Wait, no. That's just a roast beef sandwich.

Today, I did some trimming. It was fun. The blades were made of *HIGH-IMPACT PLASTIC* which is just like regular plastic but for *HIGH IMPACTS* and such. Is cool.

I worked with a tracker a bit today. I'm trying to figure out how I can make some music without having to actually learn to play an instrument well. I mean, I can kind of play the keyboard, but I have a long way to go. But this program allows me to put in patterns using different audio samples and make music. People usually use this type of thing to make Trance and Techno and stuff, but I'm not into that. I'm using various free guitar samples to make my stuff. It's going well, I guess.

Um, what else happened today? Ah, we lit a big pile of junk on fire. I got a bunch of pictures and a video of it. It was cool.

I guess now I'll talk about my being a furry.

I'm a furry (the link is to the Wikipedia article.). Read it plox. kthx.

Are you done? Why are you back here? Finish up! Seriously!

Role-playing:

I like to role-play a bit now and then. I love the feeling of knowing that you are collaborating with another person to make something (sometimes) beautiful. My fursona (my furry representation of myself... Yes, like in the Matrix.) is a yellow fox with maroon eartips and paws. He stands upright like PEOPLE!!! His name? Aloysis Korbaut. I have a picture, but it's not a accurate depiction of him, so you can't see it HA!

Fur-suiting:

I do want to try it sometime. Even though I would feel like a total moron in a costume, I can't help but be drawn to it. It's pulling me. Puullllliiiiing me iiiiiiin. Like a tractor beeeeeeeaaaam. Plus I'd get a chance to act like the total hyperactive idiot that I really am with impunity. And I could make small children laugh. EVERYONE WINS!

Conventions:

I wanna go! Waaaaah. No, really. You has no idea.

Ok, now I'm sure you are wondering:

"Why do you need to talk about a hobby like this? I don't start a blog and post in excruciating detail the reasons I like cars. I don't say, 'Cars are wonderful pieces of machinery. There are conventions full of cars that people go to. I like to role-play like I'm a car and have people ride on my back. I dress up in car parts and make driving noises. My carsona is a yellow Ford Mustang with maroon side-mirrors and rims. Here. "

Um... ok.

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Well, there are multiple reasons.

1. The internets hate furries.

Because of a loud-mouthed, creepy 10% in the fandom, the Internets at large usually associate furries with A) Drama and B) Weird, messed-up stuff you DO NOT WANT. So this explanation here, in a way, is almost like painting a big target on myself. Not that I'm saying I'm so important that just by posting this on my blog, angry internet tards will come and harass me. I would be giving myself too much credit. Still, I can't help but be a little nervous. So yeah.

2. This is really important to me.

I consider this to be a large part of who I am. I want you all to know. In detail. Excruciating detail. I mean, when someone loves something, they tend to talk about it. So I'm talking. LISTEN TO MEEEEE!

3. I hope that this will (perhaps magically) attract other furries to this blog.

Yeah, I'm naive. Whatever.

4. I couldn't think of anything else to write for today's blog.

Of course, I did stop trying to think of other things after coming up with this idea...

5. The cake.

It's a lie.

So there. Now you know more about me and my furry-ness. *Rawr* Crap, foxes bark. Erm, *Bark*

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I'm just gonna... go... and... LOOK BEHIND YOU! A THREE-HEADED MONKEY!

No, today was NOT exactly like yesterday but more boring.

2009-08-21T17:43:00.000-07:00

Today I... did things. Outside. And... um... then came inside. Yeah.

So I started working on a song today. I got it all in my head, but I'm having a really difficult time getting it to sound how I want. Which is how it works. Always.

Always.

Ok, this is going nowhere. So instead I'll write a story using my...

TRADEMARK HUMOR.

Yeah. It's all shiny and stuff. Just how I like it.

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Once upon a time, there was a boat. It was a boat full of... ah... ninjas. We'll go with that. And the ninjas all liked to wear Hawaiian shirts and drink cappuccino all the time. Well, except one. His name was Charlie. Charlie the Ninja (His last name WAS Jones, but he changed it to "the Ninja" because no one would hire him. I mean, come on! What kind of surname is that for a ninja?)

Charlie never wore Hawaiian shirts. He thought they looked silly. He would always decorate himself from head to toe in black. All the other ninjas would laugh at poor Charlie for it. They would yell, "Shut up, you emo kid!" Charlie tried to tell them that Goths are the ones who wear black, but they would just yell, "Shut up, you emo kid!" So then Charlie would try to tell them that Goths are the ones who wear black, but they would yell, "Shut up, you emo kid!" If they weren't careful this could go on for hours.

And Charlie didn't like the taste of cappuccino. He preferred his coffee the way he preferred his clothing: completely black and full of kittens. Er, wait no. Just black. My bad.

Every night Charlie would go to sleep and dream of how one day he would be the greatest ninja of them all. He would show everyone how to ninja in the night! They would see. Then he would dream about how once he became the Master Ninja, he would use his new-found immunity to kill anyone who had ever made fun of him or wore a Hawaiian shirt or drank cappuccino or put kittens in their coffee. Oh yes. He would sneak into their rooms at night, and slit their throats, feeling the wet crimson blood splatter on his face as his victim choked out their final breath. He would cut their bodies into bite-sized pieces and feed them to his hamster. He would- at this point his alarm clock would never fail to wake him. And every day he would get up and do his morning ninja exercises to keep himself sharp. Usually Tae Bo.

But one day, Charlie woke up and noticed something different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he got out of bed. That way he could reach farther. Sure enough, he could now put his finger on it. He quickly moved his finger however, as the Different Thing was really, really, really hot. He stared at it for a few minutes. Where did it come from? Where did it go? Where did it come from?

"Cotton-eye Joe" was written on the side, just beside an inscription that read, "Wassup, brah?" Oddly enough, Charlie was thoroughly confused. He walked around the Different Thing a few times. It sat there. He jumped over it. It sat there. He kicked it. It moved slightly.

Charlie started to become frustrated. It was taking up the space that he usually used for his Tae Bo routine. How could he be at peak performance without his Tae Bo exercises? I mean, Tae Bo was the ultimate form of exercise. Anything other than Tae Bo was inferior and could be safely disregarded. Only with the moves featured in Tae Bo could Charlie ever hope to remain an effective assassin. Tae Bo was absolutely necessary! Tae Bo!

Charlie began to grow tired of the Different Thing. He stared at it in an attempt to make it uncomfortable and leave, but nothing happened. He tried giving it cookies and sending it on its way, but it wouldn't take the cookies. The same thing happened when he tried cupcakes, muffins, banana bread, calzones, popcorn, Hot Tamale candies, toffee, peanut brittle, a nice soufflé... How could it not like his soufflé? Now Charlie's feelings were hurt. Charlie went into his bathroom to cry.

He took a bar of soap and wrote this on the mirror: "I thought you and I loved each other DT. I don't know how you could do this to me. I'm running away. Away from our love, away from our house, away from our kids, and... away from you. I don't love you anymore DT. I'm sorry. Goodbye."

With this, Charlie ran to the kitchen and turned the gas on. He rigged the door so that the minute anyone tried to leave, it would blow the entire place up. Then he crawled out the kitchen window and moved on in his life.

Now Charlie is a swash-buckling buccaneer. He wears Hawaiian shirts all the time and drinks cappuccino. All the other pirates who all wear black only and drink their coffee black with kittens make fun of him and yell, "Yarr, shut yer trap Goth kid." Charlie tries to tell them that Goths wear all black, but they just yell, "Yarr, shut yer trap Goth kid." Charlie tries to tell them that Goths wear all black, but they just yell, "Yarr shut yer trap Goth kid." If they're not careful, this goes on for hours.

The Different Thing didn't move for a very long time. Not until the day the Landlord came and tried to inspect the house.

THE END

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There. I just made that up. Tell me if you like it. It's full of TRADEMARK HUMOR and such.

Goodbye now. I must go eat chocolate.

Video Games and Video... Movies.

2009-08-20T18:15:00.000-07:00

Today, I was adventurous. Today, I showed my courage. Today... I put egg in my ramen.

I actually did find something new today. There's this old PSX game that was only released in Japan called LSD: Dream Emulator. And it's amazing.

In this game, there are no goals. There is no objective. There is no reason or rhyme. Crap, when you start you don't even know if you'll even be playing a game. You could simply end up watching a video. About pigeons or the inside of a VCR... or something else. If you do end up playing, you won't even know where you'll start. You could start in an old Japanese town, you could start in an urban area, you could start in a cave.

To interact, you simply run into whatever and are magically transported to another area. Or not. Sometimes you stay in the same area, but it looks different. Seriously, every time you go to a previously visited area, it will likely be different than the last time. For better or for worse. Often for worse.

Which brings me to my next point: this game is CREEEEEEPY. And I was just watching someone else play. On Youtube. You'll go through an area and random pictures will flash around you. Things will appear in front of you. You'll hear things. Things will swoop down from above, float up from below, and rush out of the fog.

These dreams last for a limited time. You can "kill" yourself, but the dream ends, and the game gives you a chart and shows what it thinks the dream was like. Static/Dynamic and Upper/Downer or whatever. And then you move on into the next in-game day. The more you play, the more messed up things get. This game seems amazing. Especially for an old PSX game.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.

I created a couple of videos and threw 'em up on Youtube. One is me singing and the other features A NINJA HEADBAND AWWWWW YEAH. I make a fool of myself, not because I can, but because I must. Because I can. I also attempt an action William Shatner pose.

Erm... I need trademark humor. Let me think.

Grapes.

There. There you go. Trademark humor/Comedy Gold. Take it with you. Cherish it. Plant it. Give it Miracle-Gro and steroids and create a mutant army of bad-joke Raisins. Then eat them and gain their powers, like in Bioshock, only tastier and without needles and little girls. So nothing like Bioshock at all.

I should go now.

I guess I has some 'splainin to d- OH I'M SO WITTY

2009-08-19T21:06:00.000-07:00

Yo, hello, and welcome. To this blog. That's mine. Yeah.

With the things that have been going on in my life recently, I figure now would be a good time to try out the blogging again. It seems like everything in my life is changing. You know. The usual blah blah blah I'm emo, blah blah blah I don't like my parents, blah blah blah.

But you see, the difference is that it's MY life. So you should care. If it were some other completely random person's life, you'd have no reason to. But it's me. I mean, really.

So, now let's take an inventory of what's happened (relatively) recently.

-I gave up Christianity and am now a simple Theist.

-I told (enough) people at my church about said decision. Also, I told my parents, who are devout Christians themselves.

-I discovered my love for a girl who has long since moved on.

-I discovered that I can, in fact, look attractive.

-I found that I can actually sing moderately well.

-I have decided that from now on, I would make the decisions in my life and not allow my mind to be made up for me.

-I gave up being a Republican. I'm Independent now. (Democrats and Republicans. Ew.)

-I became a furry. (And this is where I'll lose most people. Prolly.)

And I'm sure there's something or other I've forgotten. This isn't the list-to-end-all-lists. So. The blog. FAQ TIEM:

Why do you have an FAQ when no one has ever even been to your website?

I wanted one.

It just seems rather silly, you know?

I suppose...

Why this name for a blog? It's not witty, or cool, or catchy, or memorable, or...

That's what she said. Haha. But really.

This FAQ isn't going to go anywhere, is it?

No, I guess not.

What number am I thinking of?

Sixteen.

Wow. You're good. How'd you know?

Because I am the one who is both asking and answering the questions.

Can we be done now?

Yes.

Let's see... FAQ? Check. List of changes? Check. Oh snap, I almost forgot!

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Wait no. I did forget. Never mind.