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Jul. 13th, 2006 @ 01:47 am
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Doom. In my mind, one of the strangest sub-genres of metal ever. Its roots branch all the way to Black Sabbath, the origins of metal and doom metal, concentrating on ultra slow riffing and general despondency. Doom takes this to an extreme, whereas the term 'heavy' in metal refers to how harsh the sound is, 'heavy' in doom refers to how ponderously slow and monolithic the aural experience. It wears on you, each pause between drum strokes an eternity.
I was on a doom metal site earlier, reading bios and documentation of certain bands and came across one I recognized, Draconian. They play a type of romantic doom/gothic metal, having a sort of majestic and melancholy feel to them. I found it quite funny for the site to refer to them as a rather 'mellow' band. True, they don't have such a crushing and oppressive feel to them, however they're not exactly a happy type of band.
Currently listening to a band called Thergothon, apparently cult doom metal legends in their own right. Song's called Everlasting, and it seems quite true, they're played well below 30 beats per minute. But its not just mindless drudge either, it's carefully arranged, articulate, and very, very sad.
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So, I haven't used my camera in forever. Part of it was because I haven't done much to warrant taking pictures, and the fact that my camera is not advanced enough for me to do the stuff I want to do with it. It's a decent camera for a point and shoot, manual modes and a very cool 10x zoom. But, autofocus and only being 3.2 megapixels is killing me. Goodbye action photos. Landscapes are great, but with moving people or single objects in front of a far background I simply cannot shoot. Considering saving up to buy a nice digital slr, something along the lines of a Cannon rebel or something. At least 500 bones, not including lenses most probably. But, being able to take uncompressed pictures instead of jpegs is paramount. And also the fact that I've stumbled upon something thats right up my alley.
HDR photography is quite simple actually. It means that each picture has multiple exposures in the same photo. Most cameras use only one exposure, so you can see the limited contrast in it. So stuff like reflections are quite diminished, and dark details turned to black. HDR compensates for that, emulating how your eye sees the image as it adjusts to different light levels. Examples are here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/charlesbodi/
The photos are genuine, just multiple exposures spliced into one image. And, the best part is, I could do this with a tripod and a decent camera. But, thats 500 bucks in the future. |
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May. 2nd, 2006 @ 02:41 pm
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Apr. 27th, 2006 @ 05:30 am
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I'm the biggest idiot in the world. About 10 hours ago, I get the bright idea to tote my computer downstairs to do some gaming on our widescreen lcd tv. Looks fucking amazing, hd quality, blah blah blah. After I finish, I decide to do some maintenance on my baby, cleaning out dust, installing a new fan for improved airflow, cleaning up cables, etc... I connect everything back together and take it back to it's normal resting place, my room. Hit the power button. "Hard drive not found." Que a few hours of me fucking around trying to figure out what the hell is wrong. Que me tearing my hair out as I think I've broken my hard drive. For being nice to my computer and babying it, I'm treated to an error screen. Fuck.
I get home after hanging out with Timo and Pope, and try to start it up again. Nothing. Try to go to sleep. Except I'm pissed at the thought of having to buy another hard drive, losing all my fucking data, music etc... Angry thoughts going through my head, I think the unthinkable. What if, and just what if, I forgot to connect power to the hard drive. One furious moment spent cracking open the box, and voila, power unconnected. *bangs head on wall*
At fucking 5:30 am I figure out what's stumped me for the last 10 hours, and it was a fucking unconnected cable. Christ.
Note to self: when confronted with a problem in the future, first assume the most simple solution. Occam's razor in action.
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Apr. 16th, 2006 @ 07:58 pm
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As a gamer, I've eagerly awaited a movie adaption of a game series that didn't suck utter balls.
I still haven't found one.
There's a man called Uwe Boll. A man with a passion for video games. A man dedicated to making movies out of them. A man with drive, with vision.
Unfortunately, he's done nothing but rubbish.
His creations include BloodRayne and House of the Dead. Both tanked, and are not memorable films. House of the Dead starred Tara Reid for god's sake.
BloodRayne wasn't a terribly deep game series either. It stars a Nazi killing half vampire readhead chick. http://www.clubic.com/photo/00124745.jpg
Seriously. The movie version might have somewhat redeemed it'self by starring Christina Loken, but I still can't bear to watch it.
Now Boll is working on a new batch. The Dungeon Siege movie is in post production. Big name actors, and lots of ariel shots of hundreds of horses galloping around. But if Boll thinks he's making the next Lord of the Rings, he's kidding himself.
He's also working on Far Cry. As for the game, some people loved it, I didn't. But regardless, the game lacked quite a bit on story, no matter how revolutionary it was with graphics. I simiply don't see where a movie is going to go with it.
And finally, he is making Postal. That's right. Postal and Postal 2 were possibly the most offensive games ever produced. Let me give you an example. Say your character meanders into a Church. You see lots of robed figures milling about, until a gunshot breaks the silence. Oh look! Muslim terrorists firing on the church! But wait, the priests take up arms, and do battle in the churchyard.
You can urinate on bodies.
You can set fire to a school marching parade.
You can shoot Gary Coleman. Though that might be a good thing.
These games have been ammunition for media to tag games as columbine killer creators.
And Boll is making a movie out of it.
Oh, and Coleman is starring as himself in the movie.
http://www.eurogamer.net/assets/articles/a62899/ss_preview_2.jpg
Looks like good watchin'
Now Boll thinks that all the negative reaction towards his films is a giant conspiracy. He belives that a few thousand people on the internet have taken it upon themselves to badmouth him.
http://www.eurogamer.net/article.php?article_id=62899
I'm just going to throw out an idea, and you can throw it right back. But, what if his movies just blow? The man just cannot comprehend how much of a hack he is.
Christ.
However, I am looking forward to the Silent Hill movie. The games were possibly the fucking scarriest experiences ever, and the movie trailer looks promising. Perhaps it'll break the precident that all licensed game movies have followed thus far. God I fucking hope so.
Apr. 10th, 2006 @ 12:37 am
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I am so fucking pumped. One of my favorite bands, Epica along with Kamelot are coming to fucking Chicago! I thought I'd never see them. But they're actually coming to this fucking country, and to Chicago of all places! For the last 5 minutes I've been freaking out and almost hyperventilating. Oh dear christ, that'll be a good day... asdiofjioafn Still can't fucking believe it.
Mar. 9th, 2006 @ 05:08 pm
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Things that drive me nuts:
Being at the computer in a cold room, and your mouse hand freezing because it's spread out, more surface area to lose body heat.
People keeping the protective plastic film over their cellphones or other electronics. Especially worse if the plastic gets all fouled so one can't see through it.
Other people changing settings on my computer. Also people who check my internet history to spy what I've been reading.
People who drive too close to either side of the road. Or even worse, people who do not stay inside their lane...
MP3s with incorrect titles or tags.
Anyone talking more than 2 sentances in a volume louder than a whisper during a movie I've never seen before.
My cellphone ringing during class.
Fleishman's vodka.
People discussing firearms or firefights when they have no idea what they're talking about.
Fem nazis who hide behind the label of "feminism" to hide their contempt and distrust for males.
That kid in class who is entirely clueless, but speaks constantly to the professor/instructor during class about their idiotic viewpoint. Especially when their argument has already been logically disproved.
Anyone who is unwilling to question their own religion, or lack of one.
That filmy sticky spit you get when you're really dehydrated.
What are your things that you can't stand?
Feb. 21st, 2006 @ 04:13 pm
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Went to Eau Claire with Ashish, Pope and Tim. The weekend can be described in the picture below.
We ate well the entire weekend.
Tom's looking goofy because he's devouring some beef brisket.
Fucker ate most of it. Didn't get a bite.
Weekend was good. At times, it did seem a bit crowded. The F.A.T. crew plus Pope, and whoever else in a single dorm room, things got a bit claustrophobic.
We all stayed up Saturday night until 7 am. I listened to the guys having a lively discussion of possibly the most rancid things I've ever had the misfortune to hear. Ryan Thome caliber stuff. At the end of the night, my chest hurt from laughing so hard.
UCB, it will be the end of us all...
Feb. 21st, 2006 @ 02:31 am
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I actually forgot that valentine's was coming up until the day before. Much like my ignorance with the superbowl, which I found out the day before as well.
This is the first valentine's day I can remember where I wasn't bothered terribly by the fact I was single. Taken the total amount of time I did have someone there, the chances of that coinciding with that particular day were pretty slim.
I could go into a rant about how commercialized the day is, how you shouldn't feel obligated to show your affection through material gifts, and blah blah blah.
But this time I didn't really care. I had a shallow thing going on a few weeks before the 14th. Ended about a week and a half ago, I'm not really sure, I haven't counted. Thankfully it ended before the 14, and not during an akward mutual feeling of losing interest in the other person.
But, that's gone and finished. And I've decided being single is sooo much simpler. Sure, things get lonely, and boobs are great, and having someone there that genuinely cares about how your day went is nice.
But that requires work. And the right person. And a lot of time, energy, money etc... And I'm not willing to put up with that now. No secret that I'm a pretty fucking weird guy, and finding someone is a bit harder than it is for my friends.
But whatev.
Been working through a lot of shit lately. Mental, emotional. Or lack of emotion. Or feeling nothing but complete depression numbing my senses. It's a bad thing when you feel so bad for so long that you simply become used to it.
But, things are looking up. I've made some changes, am seeking some help, now taking anti-depressants (which take a month to kick in, hasn't affected my mood yet), and am taking steps to try to enrich my life again.
I've wasted a lot of time feeling sorry for myself. Or hating myself. Still working on that part.
I'm still a work in progress. As far as I'm concerned, real life doesn't start for me until I get to MSOE. Thinking of possibly getting an apartment, looking for jobs, getting worried about the deterioration of my car...
So I don't know. Chances are I'll spend most if not all my time at the tech living at home. Then off to Milwaukee, whenever.
It was and still is a hard thing for me to comprehend. The new school seems such a distant thing. Something so far away, while I stay at home for another ungodly length of time.
By the time I leave, I will have spent three years living at home out of high school.
My brother moves out to Minnesota in a few months. This fall. That's going to be weird.
I mean, my 21 month younger brother moving out before I do. A full year before I do. That's hard to swollow.
And going to Minnesota to visit him, seeing his dorm, seeing the people he's hanging out with, seeing his friends.
I've met one new person in the past one and a half years. The girl I was rambling about earlier. And I probably wont see her again.
Lonliness is a strange thing. People are incredibly social creatures. Think about the last time you didn't see anyone for a length of time. I mean anyone. Parents leaving you at home for a few days, friends leaving town, roomies elswhere, whatever. After about a day, it starts to sink in. You need social interaction. And not just "Hello, how was your day" shit. If you don't have people you don't respect and care about around, you start to lose it.
My record so far is 2 weeks. Of not leaving the house, of not seeing anyone aside from the parents and brother. For two weeks I spoke hardly a word. Self imposed punishment or absolute dispair, I'm not sure which.
But that's something I never wish to encounter again.
It's still somewhat the same. It's been a few days since I've hung out with someone. And in turn I spend my time glued to my computer, checking up on what everyone else is up to. Staying up far too late, sleeping too much and causing me to have one hour of sleep last night.
But I'm handling it. I'm good. I haven't felt like this in a while. And I wonder if this is what I normally felt like in high school.
I feel as if I'm going all over the place, I'm not sure if anything I've written has made sense.
I'm not sure exactly what I meant to write. I hope this thing seems positive. I'm not so sure if I'm a good judge of that.
Feb. 16th, 2006 @ 12:15 am
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I'm going to rant about computer games in this long belated post. So most of you probably wont understand this post, or appreciate nearly as much as I.
I recently procured FEAR, one of the best games I've played in quite some time. Blending tactical sim with action and shooter genres quite well, it contains some of the greatest firefights in any game I've played period. Sure, the technology helps. The graphics are arguably the best I've ever experienced, and the enemy AI is simply devious. Imagine hearing several bad guys chattering on the radio around a dark corner. Peeking your head around said corner, you level your assault rifle and spot three guys. You carefully place a burst into one guys head, and the rest react immediately. One spots your muzzle flash and starts spraying your position, providing covering fire while the other one moves on your position to gain cover, and then tosses a grenade around the corner. Dust flies everywhere, the grenade explosion narrowly misses you, blurring your vision and sending the ceiling light to flicker and wobble, casting odd shadows around all over. As you wait for the dust to clear, you see the faint sillouhettes of the enemy moving to better cover before you can fire on them. A crash to the right, you turn to see that you've been flanked by an unforseen foe in all the commotion, he levels a shotgun at close range and you're dead.
The teamwork that the enemy uses in this game is the greatest I've played against since fighting marines in the original Half Life. Every fight takes the utmost concentration, and one bad choice, one bad movement, one misplaced shot means injury or death. The enemy can use the surroundings just as well as you can, if not better. Shoving a couch sideways and using it as cover, flushing your position with grenades, flanking, covering fire, calls for backup, reinforcements, rushing your position when you're busy reloading... absolutely insane.
Take these features alone, and this is my dream game. However, there's more. The horror element of the game shines through. Most of the envornment is dark, creepy ambient music adds to the tension of firefights, first person hallucinations interupting glimpses of a girl from The Ring crawling through the dark. All of this happening from the first person perspective. Not once is the camera not showing what your character is seeing. It all adds to the depth and realism the game provides. Several times I've jumped at my own shadow, freaked out at noises around the corner, and sprayed the room with half a magazine because I thought I saw something in the corner. No cheap gags like monsters popping out of closets, I was genuinely afraid when playing parts of this game.
The shortfall of FEAR is gameplay length. I beat it in a series of three days of fairly heavy gaming. 20 hours sounds about right, give or take. I find that more emphasis is being placed on graphics and other tech, and as a result games are getting shorter. The original Half Life took me near 60 hours to beat, but then again I was a much less experienced gamer.
I started gaming fairly early, but in a very unconventional sense. I never owned a console system as a kid. My first was an xbox, only last year. The first real game I played was on the computer, Dark Forces. Back in 94, first person shooter themed in the Star Wars universe. No starting with Mario on the nintendo, no game boy, I cut my gaming teeth on Dark Forces. Then Descent. Then Dark Forces 2. Then Rainbow Six.
All very difficult and in-depth games. Rainbow Six was a tactical shooter for god's sake, one shot kill. Enemies that could nail a headshot in half a second with a pistol at 200 feet, instantly killing you if you stepped out a door wrong.
Ever since, I never felt that console games held the same satisfaction to play. Most seemed very juvenile, not nearly as deep as computer games. I mean, sure, super smash is fun, but it could never compare to the moments in Rainbow Six, loading my squad up with specialized submachine guns, planning out my point of entry, coordinating 3 squads to move in the same time, putting on night vision as I rounded a corner to place three round bursts into tango's backs, extracting hostages... I look at games like Halo and kind of laugh. Frankly gameplay sucks in Halo. Half Life was a better single player game, and it came out in 98. The only reason why Halo is as popular as it is, is because of multiplayer. It's shallow, it's easy to learn, and a great way to get some friends together. But to a fairly hardcore gamer, I find it beneath me. Not because I suck at it, I'm fairly decent and would become good if I practiced. But I've simply played more fun games elsewhere. But not everyone has the patience to sit alone at their computer, honing their skills in a very strategic and tactical game that is very unforgiving. However, moments like when Tom and I would talk over the phone, playing as a 2 person squad in Hidden and Dangerous, absolutely dominating the server, moments like that I love. When Tom and I would play in the same server against each other, it was a giant battle against me and him. Everyone else was cannon fodder in between, distractions from my true opponent, Tom.
I'll never forget running side by side with him, providing sniper cover while he climbed a ladder to get a better firing position, him popping guys with his M1 carbine while I would nail headshots with my Enfield...
I recently bought Painkiller, a modern shooter in the vein of the classic Doom. For 6 bucks, I couldn't pass it up. It was event the "special edition" which must have been a plus, right?
Wrong. There was a reason why it was so cheap. It only had half the original game. Half of the regular version. 12 out of 24 levels. I paid money, not much, but money nontheless for half a game. Essentially a demo. I would have to pay 20 dollars more for the rest of the game, half of which I already owned.
I am a supporter of good games. I don't pirate games I really like, because programmers have to eat too. But cheap marketing schemes piss me off, especially when I can pirate the entire game for free, and I willfully chose not to. Alienating customers pisses them off, and they tend to have a long memory.
Feb. 1st, 2006 @ 01:45 pm
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So, I feel much better than I did yesterday. That's not saying much as I thought I was going to die yesterday; extreme dizzyness, weakness etc... Almost passed out in the shower, almost didn't make it down the stairs, throat grieving me with coarse pain every time I swallowed. Good times.
Hopefully I'll be close to normal in a few days. I'm still pretty out of it, but I may be able to actually do something tomorrow. I haven't done anything socially in 9 days. Haven't yet hung out with my friends. Sucky.
Was looking forward to having a few drinks tonight, however this infection convinced me otherwise. And the combination of alcohol, nyquil and painkillers would probably be the end of me.
Doubt any of you will read this before going off to various new years celebrations, however I wish you a happy new year, and hope you're feeling much better than me.
Sounds a lot like my last post.
Dec. 31st, 2005 @ 08:35 pm
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I woke at some obscene hour this morning, feverish, dehydrated and mumbling something about wearing pants. Not kidding. Fortunately I'm feeling better today, enough to actually move around, hold down some food and cruise the internets.
Merry christmas, happy kwanza, hanukkah, saturnalia and/or whatever you're celebrating. Hope you're in better health than I am, and that you're getting all kinds of cool shit for gifts.
Dec. 24th, 2005 @ 09:40 pm
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Couldn't sleep last night. Was tired, but couldn't. Felt either too hot or too cold, and my sheets and blankets felt uncomfortable on my skin.
Finally got my ass up, and felt just agony. You know that fatigue feeling coupled with nausea when sick? Definately me. Grabbed a shower, and just sat down letting the water run down me. Awful. The towel felt abrasive against my skin, it's like all my nerves are on hyperalert.
Not happy that my first day of vacation is going to be spent being sick, but whatever. Ashish left for India today and will be back around the 17th. Tom got home today, though I haven't seen or talked to him yet.
Sorry about the crappy post Kate.
After my disasterous attempt at relationships a year or so ago, I mandated that I will not write about girls in my lj. However, I will spare this information. Saturday night was crazy. In a good way. Fairly pg-13 though, don't get any ideas. And today I think I had my first real "date." That hasn't happened in a while. Not that I'm counting or anything.
Fine, it was May of senior year since I've been kissed.
Enough of that.
Perhaps I'll write something when I'm not feeling like death.
Dec. 22nd, 2005 @ 09:29 pm
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I could have electrocuted myself today. Sitting at my computer, I absent-mindedly reached for my glass of water, knocking it over, right over my computer tower and surge protector with many electrical plugs.
"Shit! My baby!" I thought, in terror of the thought that I had destroyed my computer.
I first pulled my computer away from the water, and grabed a towel. Noticing that the water had just missed the surge protector, I decide to wipe it up. "Should I power off the surge protector before wiping it?" I asked myself. "Nah, I don't want to have to turn off my computer too."
I risked possibly killing myself, because I didn't want to power off my music and websites I was surfing.
I've got my priorities straight.
Dec. 7th, 2005 @ 11:39 pm
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6:18 am, why am I still up you ask?
Because I'm an idiot.
And I can't sleep, naturally.
I would love to say that a lot has happened since I've last updated, but I really don't have that much to post about. Thanksgiving break was nice and relaxing, saw Tom, Ashish and Kate. And um... yeah. That be it really. Since thanksgiving, not a lot has transpired. It's strange really, one day seems to meld into another, absolutely nothing setting one apart from the previous one.
I wonder exactly how much I would be missing out on, had I chosen a different school a year and a half ago. What would I be doing now? Probably asleep, looking forward to a day off, trying not to play power-metal too loud less I disturb the roommate.
But, instead I'm here. 60 degrees in my room, freezing my ass off, sitting in front of my commputer filled with hundreds of dollars worth of pirated software and music.
Life's not bad. But its quite dull at the moment.
You know what's strange? I haven't made a single new friend since leaving high school. Not a single interesting aquaintance. In fact, my closest friends have gone to different schools, and it's a lucky weekend or break when I can be in their presence again. Strange how my life seems to be only lived when they're here.
Trying to fix that. Can't be healthy waiting for them all the time.
But it's not like I can fix things just like that. One cannot merely replace 5 years of friendship, especially when most of the interesting people have moved elsewhere. Nor can I try to attach myself with the high school crowd. 19 year old townie going to the local tech school, trying to re-live his high school social life.
I'm not angry about this. Nor am I overly saddened. One must simply deal with it. Through reading, problem solving, giving one's self little distractions. Like playing with and tweaking recently procured computer hardware, photoshoping old pictures, wasting time reading online comics...
I've noticed that I have become even worse at the whole socializing dealio in the past year or so. I don't get a whole lot of practice, and I never was that much of a conversationalist. When I'm not talking to people my age that I don't already know, I feel quite lost.
I never fit in at either school I've been to. I suppose there were people like me there, actually smart kids going to a small-time school. But it's not like I would be very good at finding them. I certainly didn't make myself terribly available.
I think I stopped trying to socialize about halfway through first semester, last year. Got talking to this kid, Mike I think. Only things we had in common was that we haded the idiocy of the bullshit multicultural english course we were in. He told me he was going to a friend's party the upcoming weekend, I fully expected some drunkenly debouched story upon monday.
Me: "So, how was the weekend?"
Mike: "I don't know man, it was crazy. I think I took opium, but I'm not really sure."
And so I stopped socializing. It didn't help that I could dance intellectual circles around everyone else I did meet, or were tired of their complaining of unfaithful significan others, or terrible drunken exploits, or... or everything else that made them boring and entirely under my level. Not that I'm some sort of genius, far from it. But I'm confident enough in my abilites to know that I'm a resonably intelligent individual, and that going to the same school as some of these people was an insult to myself. And my abilities.
Lonliness is a strange and terrible thing. I'm not the most social of people, but we are not ment to go through prolonged periods of time without wholesome human contact.
I didn't think I'd write this much.
I better get to bed before the sun rises. Heh, been playing too much Vampire lately, developing nocturnal habits.
I... I think I feel lost. Except I've felt this way for so long, I've fogotten its not supposed to be like this all the time.
And then during summer vacation, things seem right again. And I forget again what emptiness is.
Tom more or less tells me that I need a girl.
I wouldn't know where to begin. The small talk, the witty comments, discussions of whatever...
I feel like it's some great and terrible game, a game whose rules I've long fogotten. Or never knew.
That's an interesting though.
6:48, its really been 30 minutes since I've started? Funny how time passes.
Sleep. In which dreams I wont remember, like always.
Oh, and by the way, Salma Hyek is fucking hot. Just watched After the Sunset and she's the stuff worth killing for. Whatever Forrest, go to sleep.
Dec. 3rd, 2005 @ 06:18 am
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the Cutting Edge
(66% dark, 42% spontaneous, 21% vulgar) | your humor style:
CLEAN | SPONTANEOUS | DARK
Your humor's mostly innocent and off-the-cuff, but somehow there's
something slightly menacing about you. Part of your humor is making
people a little uncomfortable, even if the things you say aren't
themselves confrontational. You probably have a very dry delivery, or
are seriously over-the-top.
Your type is the most likely to appreciate a good insult and/or broken bone and/or very very fat person dancing.
PEOPLE LIKE YOU: David Letterman - John Belushi
The 3-Variable Funny Test!
- it rules -
If you're interested, try my latest:
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Personally didn't think I was that dark... but pretty damn accurate.
Nov. 16th, 2005 @ 11:09 pm
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Children of Bodom concert last night. Amon Amarth (viking metal), Trivium (nu metal/metalcore/whatever) with Bodom (melodic death metal) headlining. Josh and I were both planning on going, so we went out to eat and hung out at his apartment for a while before we left. Burned the Bodom setlist to listen to in the car, and embarked.
We got there to hear a band already playing, we rush in to see Amon Amarth finishing their last song of their set. That kind of sucked, as we missed one of our few chances to see them, and now we had to sit through a 45 minute set of Trivium, which neither of us really cared for. The shirtless, leather clad band thanked the crowd, drank some mead from a drinking horn, and left the stage. Defintely viking metal.
So we waited, saw Trivium play, and was generally bored. Good drummer though.
Finally it was time for Children of Bodom. Unfortunately they were playing a lot of their new material which I don't like very much, and also some of their best songs they weren't going to play. They opened with a kind of downer song I didn't care for, however the rest was absolutely kick ass.
The moshpit was relatively tame compared to some shows I've been to, I took a few hits, and gave a few good ones for once.
Overall, a very fun show. Not the best, but very solid.
After everything was over, neck sore from headbanging and tired as hell, Josh and I make it towards the merchandise booth to see Amon Amarth's gear. We see Amon Amarth over there, just standing around. Josh and I get their autographs and shook their hands, which is fucking amazing. These guys look the part they play. If born a few centuries earlier, they would be swinging steel in the field of battle.
*edit* by the way, this is one of the worst written entries i've done. take it easy on my, i'm sore and tired
Nov. 15th, 2005 @ 06:02 pm
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20 hours. That is the amount of time I was gone from home, leaving at 7:00 am, coming back at 3:00 am. I left with Pope on a quest to pick up his racing sail boat he had procured, our destination: St. Louis. Distance from starting point: 460 miles. We fully intended on making the trip in one day. And so we did.
The night before we stupidly spent at Perkins with Tim, ranting about plans how to terrorize the hometown, rocket building and other such nonesense. Pope and I would get 2 hours of sleep that morning before embarking on an epic journey.
The ride was pleasant and uneventful until we drove to Madison to pick up Kate, which made the rest of the journey much more entertaining. Stopped here and there to gas up, eat and urinate. Everything went according to plan, no getting lost. We finally arrived at the Wal-mart at 4:00 pm where the previous boat owner was waiting for us, exchanged money for goods, and left for home.
Storms grew as we headed back, the wind being particularly strong, strong currents up to 40 miles an hour, enough to make the Jeep and trailer feel the push. But luckly the wind was with us most of the way.
I took over the driver's seat on the way back from Madison. It was kind of surreal, as I had been awake for so long and had consumed 48 oz of Mountain Dew over the day, not to mention the energy drink I was drinking as I was driving. My co-ordination and driving skill was fine, however my capacity for abstract thought was absolutely shot. Leaves that hit the windshield I tried to block with my arm, seeming uncannily like vampire bats. And when I got to my home town, I hardly could navigate around. However I did hold a very intense and in-depth conversation about global problems, politics and religion with Pope.
Almost 1000 miles driven in a single day, with only breaks for the bathroom, and fuel for both bodies and vehicle. Approximately 18 hours straight driving. I feel pretty good about that.
( pictures of the quest herein )
Nov. 13th, 2005 @ 03:49 pm
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Write-up of some of the bands I listen to. Almost everything in here is metal in some form. A work in progress, I intend to list and describe all the bands I really enjoy, metal or otherwise.
( music herein )
Nov. 9th, 2005 @ 11:46 pm
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