Chicken Catcher

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I wish I had the time to say more about life right now, but unfortunately I don’t have much to say. I’m still saving for that MacBook Pro, and all’s going well - payday is going to be Thursday as opposed to Friday because the office has that off for 4th of July. Another unpaid holiday because I’m not beyond the “new employee 90 day window” for getting paid holidays. :( Oh well.

I need more time in the day. *sigh*

But, as filler and as a promise to write more soon, I wanted to share this clip:

I normally do not like contemporary/modern country, but this was amazing. His name is Kevin Skinner, a chicken catcher from Kentucky, and this is his first audition on America’s Got Talent (my father loves the show). What a voice, and what a performance. As the judges put it… it was emotional. Just watch it - I certainly enjoyed it.

-Fish

Adventures in Trishland

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Moving. It seems like the strangest thing in the world to me, although I’ve done it plenty of times before. Four times for college, each to a different place (once to Bend, OR, then three different rooms on the University of Oregon campus).

Those times, I brought minimal things (increasingly so each time as I decided that I really didn’t need much, and even if I had before…I certainly hadn’t the time for extracurricular reading material and the such now) with the expectation that I could always go back home to the rest. Now I’m trying to move for good, but not to bring everything I’ve ever had with me. Trust me, I’m a pack rat. I only recently threw away a ton of my school papers and reports from when I was in elementary school. I hardly plan on bringing my dolls from back when, or most of my books (my poor, poor books) to save on room and general expenses from shipping all that across the nation.

But still. When you find yourself starting your new life by wrapping up your good dishes in your baby blanket (some things I can’t get rid of), you just..think.

Sorry, Fish, but the big ‘ol rice cooker has GOT to come with. Me without perfectly steamed rice would be a sad thing indeed.

I’m heading into eight days straight of working at 4:30 in the morning at the deli, a shift I’m hardly used to and therefore terribly slow at, overall. Especially when greeted first thing by customers who order specialized sandwiches only to be told at the checkstand the obvious that they have known for years (and trust me, judging from these women they had been pulling from the government for a good long time) — you can’t buy hot food with food stamps. I was cranky enough before the very items that put me behind in my opening schedule were brought back to me to be thrown out. Don’t get me wrong, I think that the food stamp program like other forms of government assistance are great for people who just need an extra boost. But I also work at the only real grocery store in this little town, so I can see on a regular basis which people don’t have the will to help themselves and get full enjoyment out of handouts. Makes life harder for the people who are genuinely trying and get less assistance because money’s spread so thin. I’m grateful every day that I have a full-time job, even if it’s minimum wage and hard work. I have plenty of college loans to pay off, not to mention the cost of moving and getting settled into a new city. Scary as that is.

Alright, for anyone who’s not heard of it: Eureka. All of the first season and some of the third (they’re working on trying to get the rest) are available on Hulu, so give it a look see if you want some nerdy comedy. About an ordinary, good-hearted, fight-first-ask-questions-later U.S. Marshal who goes off a back road somewhere in the Pacific Northwest (hints indicate it’s actually supposed to be Oregon-ish) and finds himself in a podunk town where everyone knows each other, there’s only one diner, the town sheriff makes house calls to just about everyone on a first name basis, and the local mechanic also doubles as a coroner, priest, forensic analyst, radio show host (etc. etc. etc.) and inventor of memory manipulation devices and hovercraft. Oh, wait– I didn’t mention that little Eureka is home to the most brilliant thinkers and inventors in the world, all of whom work in a secret government testing center developed at the beginning of the Cold War? Or that this poor unfortunate man regularly finds himself battling (often after the populace themselves accidentally created them) atomic weapons, ghosts, alien menaces, superhumans, and the frustration of being a single parent to a delinquent teenager in a town where fitting in usually means opening your eyes to the impossible, each and every day? I mostly get a kick out of the little things, like the “Cafe Diem” where their chef can fix literally any meal you’d want on the planet, even if that means cheeseburgers with wild mushrooms and blowfish in ten minutes or less.

So, Sims 3 looks awfully fun, at least as far as the clothing designer and interior decorator in me is concerned. Don’t have the game myself, but that’s what stealing usage of your friends’ computers is for. Loving that you can change the colors and patterns of anything you wear or buy in the game, and choosing your Sim’s likes and dislikes has never been more precise. What their favorite food is, whether they’re a good kisser or afraid of water…hehe. Unfortunately, that makes killing them off through drowning in the backyard pool a little unavailable. Oh well, I’m sure they’ve created bigger and better ways of letting us be morbid cyber-gods.

One of my favorite pastimes when visiting restaurants or shops is slowly becoming photography– not of the food or goods themselves, but as a setting for my always-hungry and endlessly-curious toy naked mole rat to express his views of the world. I got the toy years ago when visiting the Oregon Zoo, mostly spiteful at the time that they did NOT have a toy lemming instead. This was long before Kim Possible aired with their mole rat Rufus, so don’t get the idea that I have some Disney cartoon pet fetish going on. I also tend to find it troublesome to bring a digital camera around in my already burdensome purse, plus turning it on, focusing it, making sure the picture’s perfect…blech. I’ll save that for more serious pictures, but my handy dandy iPhone does the trick for the mole rat adventures.

That, and I just have an impromptu thirst for showing the truth of the world through beady little eyes.

For instance:

Whether he’s eating Swedish meatballs…

Swedish meatballs with mashed potatoes and lingonberry sauce at Ikea

Or Thai curry…

Chicken yellow curry with white rice and Thai iced tea at Blue Ocean in Astoria.

Or just good old crab cakes, Mole Rat has a diverse palate and a love to try new foods.

With garlic bread and sweet potato fries at Doogers in Seaside.

…Just so long as they don’t look too much like someone put his relatives in the blender.

Soylent pinks is mole rat!

Mole Rat is always trying to stand out in the rat race…

Get me out of here!

And moonlights as a crusader, saving his kin from being tied to railroad tracks and other evil hijinks.

Why do you guys have comfy napkin beds, anyway?

In short, he’s a well-rounded, hip young rodent who plans to go places in life. But only if they’re a warm climate or he’s got a sweater on, cause being furless can only take you so far.

And that’s my update for the day!

Cuccos

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So. I’ve returned the camcorder. I know, I know, very unusual for someone like me, right? I just couldn’t afford to have that right now. It’s not something I need, nor particularly want. My camera does video just fine, after all. Got my money back sans the 15% restocking fee, and back in the bank it goes.

WWDC’s Keynote Presentation was Monday, and boy was that exciting! Announcements about new Macbook revisions, new iPhone 3GS, and details, sweet details on Mac OS 10.6 Snow Leopard and iPhone OS 3.0 WITH release dates. :3 A week from tomorrow and I get a new iPhone OS… and I’m now saving to, somehow, amidst all the other hubbub, getting the (now branded) 13″ Macbook Pro! It comes with a free iPod Touch, which I’m selling to a friend, Emily, who picked me up a copy of Sims 3 Collector’s Edition dirt cheap as she’s interning at EA… And Cam wants to buy this current Macbook off me for $500 or so. I’m excited as HELL. :D

Other than that, I have no real news at the moment. My main intent in writing this, however, was to show off what I did today. I had a lot of fun doing it:

So, here’s a video that was posted on Fark.com, and it’s nothing special - fun, but nothing special:

So being the avid The Legend of Zelda fan that I am… I only thought of one thing: Cuccos. And I had to make a video based on that. Here’s the finished result - please comment and tell me what you think!

Regarding my girlfriend’s Facebook account

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(Note: I’ve updated this. - Fish)

To whom it may concern:

My name is Clint, and I’m emailing regarding my girlfriend’s account. Before you immediate write this email off as “We cannot correspond with you because this is not the email of the disabled account”, continue reading.

Her account was disabled April 17th, 2009.

For the mathematically challenged, that’s 52 days ago.

Here’s the kicker - you didn’t even tell her why. Not a word, not even a hint, or a -wink wink nudge nudge-.

Instead, when she emailed that same day regarding the matter she was merely greeted with a stale, carbon copy response from a anonymous entity “The Facebook Team”, offering an empty-handed promise of “We should get back to you soon.” Ha. Ha ha.

Fast forward to a week ago, when she, again, emailed from the same (correct) address (for records sake, the date on the email is May 31st, 2009), offering yet another appeal for information and a bid at having her erroneously disabled (but I’ll get to that in a moment) account revived. Perhaps, one might assume, that 6 weeks might constitute as ’soon’ in whatever fictional Mickey Mouse world Facebook seems to be operating within. Mind you, as Facebook has been around for 5 years, 6 weeks is roughly 1/50th of that time-span. Likewise, when I think of ’soon’, I too think of 1/50th of my lifespan - which is 5 months. This ratio tends to serve me well in life - for instance, that term paper due ’soon’? 5 months from now. You see where I’m headed here.

You can only guess what response her second email garnered. If you guessed “stale, carbon copy response from an anonymous entity offering an empty-handed promise (again) of ‘We should get back to you soon’”, well, you get a cookie.

After all, a cookie is more than my girlfriend has got. You know, as opposed to an explanation for the defamation of her character you’ve caused in revoking everything to do with her and her account in the blink of an eye over 6 weeks ago, leaving family, friends, and co-workers to merely question the same thing my girlfriend has every day for 6 weeks - “what did I do wrong?” At this point, one can only ascertain that Facebook’s ideal outward appearance of customer service and satisfaction consists of sticking one’s index fingers in their ears and saying “Lalala, I can’t hear you!”

Let’s see. As per the website directed to her upon a fruitless login, we have the following potential pitfalls for why her account was disabled:

1: Registration with fake names or impersonation: I think I would know if this were the case.
2: Unsolicited messages or harassing messages to people they don’t know, or posts advertising a product or service: Again, I think I would know if this were the case. After all, I’ve only been seeing her for upwards of 3 years.
3: Code of Conduct breach concerning graphic or otherwise sexual posts: I think I would DEFINITELY know about this, thank you very much.

My noticeable omission here is the “violation of Facebook’s Terms of Service”, which is quite vast and itemizations of each potential infraction is, frankly, a waste of my time as as well as yours, whoever ends up reading this email.

If it ends up being read at all.

I’m willing to bet I’ll simply receive an email stating that I’m not emailing this from the correct address, and her account will further slip into the abyss of “Facebook’s victims of draconian law stating we can do whatever we want as we have no public shareholders to appeal to”.

So prove me wrong, Facebook. Send her, or I, an email regarding why, specifically, her account was disabled, and when, specifically, her account can and WILL be reactivated. Hope to see that stale, carbon copy email soon (i.e. See you in 6 weeks).

Begrudgingly,
-Clint

**Author’s note: Yes, I did email this to Facebook, with the exception that the title of the entry is the title of the email, yet the email listed her email address instead of “my girlfriend”.

EDIT WITH UPDATES: I got back two emails:

Hi,

The Facebook Team has received your inquiry. We should get back to you soon. In the meantime, we encourage you to review our Terms of Use (http://www.facebook.com/terms.php) for more information.

Thanks for contacting Facebook,

The Facebook Team

And:

Hi,

The email address from which are writing is not associated with a Facebook account. We will not be able to assist you with your request until you respond from the email address that you use to log in to your account.

When you respond, be sure to write your login email address in the subject line and include all of our previous correspondence so that we can refer to your original inquiry.

If you are unable to access your login email address, please visit http://www.facebook.com/help.php?page=746

Thanks,

The Facebook Team

Then, today, Tricia got a response from Facebook stating that, yes, her account had indeed been disabled in error and apologized and restored her profile.

I’m the FUCKIN’ man. :D My email did the trick, and I’m QUITE happy.

Tra la la la la. Spring is in the air. And I am a flower, with nothing interesting to say.

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First off, I’d like to thank River for commenting recently. Having at least one comment makes me happy and far more inclined to write more, and she’s been pretty awesome in that regard. I appreciate the input. :3 It means a lot to me.

Today, I’ve not done much. I was up pretty late, unfortunately, but it works out considering Wednesdays and Thursdays are my 11AM-8PM shifts, so I can sleep in a little bit. Work today was just astronomically boring. I would have taken the obligatory crazy person yelling and cursing at me for his own financial failures than the monotony of “PSL Zero Two: The mobile number you are trying to call is not reachable.” or “I’m sorry, but the person you are trying to call has a voicemail box that has not been set up yet.” That, interspersed with my occasional voicemail successes, where I leave my signature “I have an important message for you concerning you Orlando Utilities Commission account. My name is Clint. Please contact me at [if you think I'm putting my work number here, you're crazy], extension [not a chance]. Thank you.”

The only bit worth mentioning is that my supervisor, Beau, can get away with QUITE a bit on the phone with particularly unruly/stupid debtors. Today I overheard him say something to the extent of “Well, if you know you have to pay this bill then why do I hear the TV in the background when you COULD be out looking for a job? Speaking of the TV, you’re the kind of person who put this economy into the situation it’s in - the sort who expects their utilities with some regard of entitlement and without pay, right? The balance in full is due, ma’am. Today.” Bravo, Beau. XD

But, as I said, today I’ve not done much. It seems to be this ongoing mantra I have with my days in Augusta, and boy does it suck. I got home and fiddled with the camcorder (yeah, I bought it!). I hope to have videos on YouTube sometime. Of what, I have no clue. XD Unfortunately I need to go buy a better carrying bag for it - the one I initially bought (and will be returning) just won’t cut it. The camcorder itself is so tiny and yet so versatile. I’m excited, and I look forward to doing some filming (as I said: of what, I have no clue).

I then decided to look at the Playstation Store on my PS3 to go get some more LittleBigPlanet stuff, as I’m a gigantic whore for that wonderful game. And I noticed Final Fantasy 7 as a “PSOne Classic Title” on the Store for $9.99. So… I bought it. Having never played it, this is as good an excuse as any to play it, yknow? I must suck, though - game over’d on the first boss twice. :S

More to come later of that. And this, actually. I’m beginning to pass out, so a half-assed entry is better than no entry. Well, I can hardly call it half-assed if I got out everything I wanted to say, which I did… Ok. Full assed it is. Mmmm.

Also, because I can - here’s a random video of The Hoff:

i fucked up my password like 6 times

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It’s not like I forgot it, I just can’t type for shit it seems. Making 200+ calls per day is a bit mind-numbing, but I got paid Friday and it kinda makes it worth it. I’ll be getting around $600 every two weeks, but man, I could really use another way to make money on the side, because I have plans for all of this money (needed and a few luxuries, yes), but I’d like to have money to save and invest and… well, start my adult life with. XD

Damn that’s a scary though. o.o

Anyway.

Maybe I drive like a bat-out-of-hell, but I really can’t stand this (what I’ve dubbed) “mosey mentality” of Augusta. It’s ridiculous - if the light is green, you DRIVE, you don’t crawl! If the speed limit is 55, do NOT go 35 and brake every few tens of feet! It irks me.

—-

A lot of that was written a few days ago. I have this tendency to begin writing something and then have my writing time fail miserably, walk away and say “no, I WON’T BE YOUR FRIEND TODAY” and then I’m left with what Wikipedia would say:

“This article about fish, his life, or his doings is a stub. You can help Wikipedia and him by expanding it.”

And unfortunately, I feel like what I’d write anyway is a stub. Lately, I’ve done little worth noting. I downloaded and beat my favorite Legend of Zelda game ever this past week - Majora’s Mask. What a beautiful game - not in graphics, but in gameplay and writing. The sheer emotion packed into these characters is frightening.

Those two videos really hit it home. And there’s a lot of that in the game. Like I said, it’s beautiful. For some reason I love this haunting song played on the night of the Third Day past midnight in Majora’s Mask. It really signifies that this is the end.

I also bought the music for Braid off of iTunes recently. That’s some powerful Celtic music. Again, I urge anyone who reads this or will read this to play Braid. It’s another fantastic, beautiful game with some fantastic (in every sense of the word, as it IS a fantasy) writing. It’s deep and emotional… Not to mention just a bindmending game. I have beaten this game up and down and even transcribed the entire plot that I could unlock a few pages back on my blog. This is what games should be.

(Be sure to watch in HD.) You have no excuse not to play this game. XD It’s $15 on Xbox Live, PC, or Mac. And there are free demos for each, so at least try it. :P

I also picked up, for nostalgia’s sake, “a bug’s life”, “Sleeping Beauty”, and “Pinocchio” all on blu-ray recently. The latter two make me feel really like a kid again. The restoration jobs really do them justice, and it’s phenomenal to see them alive and lush. And the bonus content on each is really amazing - old Disney Silly Symphonies and the sort.

My brother and I have been working with me learning the bass guitar more now that I have the evenings to practice when I’m not at work. I can play a few riffs to songs like “Rock You Like A Hurricane”, “Stand By Me”, “Sunshine of Your Love”, “Dazed and Confused”, and “Seven Nation Army”. My fingertips hurt. But I’m learning. I plan on getting this beautiful deep red Ibanez SR300M bass and a small but loud 25W Fender Rumble amp. I’m looking forward to practicing more and becoming a better bassist.

…As you can tell, I don’t get much human interaction aside from getting yelled at on the phone at work this summer.

It’s not even June and I kinda want it to end. u.u But… I shouldn’t complain. I’m lucky to have a job in this economy. Maybe soon I’ll have something more interesting to say.

Yeah, it’s a stub. Help me expand it.

Pruitt-Igoe

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It’s a sad story, but the complex just fascinates me in sheer scope. More on that later.

I apologise for not having written sooner - I was just getting back into the groove of it, too. :P But what with finals, immediately having to move out, and then immediately having to start work? It’s almost a surprise I haven’t dropped dead yet.

Almost.

So I’m all moved out of my fraternity. It’s a weird feeling, but altogether I’m so entirely glad I got to live there, and at the same time I’m so entirely glad I’m getting my very own apartment. However, the reality is sinking in of all the preparation I need to undergo for this immense move (after the home move in the coming month, which is even MORE immense). I need to have a kitchen table+chairs set, hopefully donated by my mother when she gets a new set for our new home. I hope to inherit a full-size bed from my grandmother for Tricia and I to sleep on in our apartment as well. The mattress is apparently so new it’s practically never-been-used, so I’ll probably get some sheets and a pillowtop for it and we’ll be set. :) Then I can use my futon for a sofa, and I won’t need to spend my money on toooo much else for the apartment.

I have other plans for my money. :)

For instance, I want to get myself a cheap $299 camcorder for dicking around and youtubing… and while I’m at it, a larger external HDD to store the raw video on! And my brother Cody has been teaching me bass guitar, and I’d love to get my own bass. I’m proud of myself; I’m actually improving. Though, my fingers hurt. I have the bass and camcorder picked out, so click the links for pics and such. I even have the bass guitar case picked out, and be sure to look at the sexy red interior in the next picture one you open the link. :P

So, my job. To earn the money for this stuff, I’ve been working a LOT. All at Contract Callers Inc. Yep, I’m a debt collector this summer. Well, sorta. Where I work there are two kinds of debt collectors: 1st and 3rd party collectors. 3rd party collectors introduce themselves as debt collectors with Contract Callers Inc, and are the hardball guys. 1st party collectors introduce themselves as part of the clientele company (in my case, Orlando Utilities Commission) and I forward delinquent accounts to the 3rd party types. I basically just ask for money; the other guys DEMAND the money. I like my job, but I’m new and still nervous with it. My supervisor, Beau, is a really great guy for reassuring me though. :P And it helps that I’ve known the head honcho boss for about a decade through TaeKwonDo. ;D

So, Pruitt-Igoe. I looked into this recently after noticing one of the films I watched in Ozge’s film course at Tech was put, in its entirety, on youtube: Koyaanisqatsi. Click the damn link, I think this movie is haunting and yet beautiful. It has no plot, no dialogue, just images. Powerful images. And the music…. however, most people will probably recognize it now as WATCHMEN used it for Dr. Manhattan. :P Kinda makes sense, though. XD

But the scenes with Pruitt-Igoe show just… the scope of this public housing project and how badly it ended up being. How we, as a species, build and build and build… sometimes without thinking, and it’s all for nought. Makes you think, y’know.

Give the movie a glance, at least.

I need to call Tricia back. :P Until next time!

Come on down to the other side

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Still addicted to Pendulum. XD I’m so late.

So the past few days have been pretty badass, to be honest. Been trying to wind down for just a bit before ramping eeeeverything back up for finals *shudder*. So Monday consisted of a big nap, and then movies with Thackston, Quills, and Frendahl. We watched The Emperor’s New Groove, We’re Back! A Dinosaur’s Story, and The Brave Little Toaster. After that, I went to bed, and they continued with Hercules. XD Halfway through The Brave Little Toaster, we tried to go to Taco Bell and they were closed (gasp!) so we went to Krystal’s - my first time going there. It wasn’t as bad as I had thought it would be, to be honest.

Also, The Brave Little Toaster has great facial expression, but also animation hiccups - what the FUCK happened here:

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And We’re Back! A Dinosaur’s Story had an awkward moment:

Sooo yeah… XD

Moving on, last night as almost a continuation of the previous night, with us watching The Pagemaster and then Small Soldiers. Meanwhile, I downloaded The Phantom Tollbooth and Song of the South (which is a hard movie to come by, so I’m proud). We made our Taco Bell run, and watched all of the G.I. Joe PSA’s and some of the offensive Charlie Brown videos… :P

But before all that, I purchased the most wickedly badass bottle of vodka ever.

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I mean really. How can you get much more badass than THAT. The vodka is called Crystal Head Vodka, and I’d click that link - the videos on there are fascinating - all about the lore of the Crystal Skulls, which just makes the beverage that much more COOL. AND…! That’s Dan Aykroyd, of Ghostbuster’s fame. How. Freakin’. COOL!

I have yet to try the drink, but I looked up a review, and reviews about alcohol make me laugh, so take a read:

“So let’s move on to the vodka itself. Crystal Head is familiar-tasting, 80 proof, and hardly earth-shattering in its composition, but overall very good. There’s an immediate vanilla punch that reminded me of the recently-reviewed 2 Rooz vodka. A bit chalky on the palate, it goes down extremely smoothly, with some sweetness and candy-like flavors on the tongue that immediately make one think of both dessert and ghosts. The finish is clean and crisp. There’s no medicinal flavor here at all. Really impressive.” - Drinkhacker.com

So there you have it - it’s a solid drink to boot! XD

Finally, to wrap things up: a new meme I’ve been introduced to that made me laugh - hard:

“Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?”

IT MAKES NO SENSE. Yet.. someone answered on Yahoo Answers:

“I already answered this before but I’ll say it again, you’ve got to be kidding me. I’ve been further even more decided to use even go need to do look more as anyone can. Can you really be far even as decided half as much to use go wish for that? My guess is that when one really been far even as decided once to use even go want, it is then that he has really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like. It’s just common sense.

I decided to use even go want to do look more like before it was cool to use even go want to do look more like. I have even really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like, that I stopped doing look more like a long time ago, and now I just use even go want to do look more like with scissors, a box set of Kenan & Kel on DVD, a 4 gigabyte SD card, and a frayed ethernet cable.

I hope this is really been far to do more answers for you to even go want.”

need sleep, not grammar, count sheep, no glamour

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I’m sorry for my irate post the other day. I wasn’t in a good place. I don’t know if I am now, but I will mention that whatever place I’m in is lacking in the sleep department by about 6+ hours. I was up all night doing a fun fun paper. Now I’m sitting in the class it’s due in, partially checked-out. I have a job this summer working for Ladonna, a personal friend through TKD, alongside Stan, my brother, and Stan’s brother. This summer will be good.

After I turn this paper in, it’ll be lunchtime. Then Smalltalk time, then I’m going home, doing laundry, and fuckin’ sleeping. I have to do some CS1050 homework too, so I’ll hopefully enlist some help around the fraternity for that.

I have some massive heartburn right now. Ugh. :( I’m also really reaaaally sore. No clue why, maybe it goes back to that whole “lack of sleep” ordeal.

Before I continue, have two very highly entertaining Youtube videos. The first is a Mega Man 2 rap, and it’s accurate and utterly badass. And catchy. :)

This one is a mashup of epic proportions. Just click and laugh your ass off. XD

Eh, why not a bonus video for the hell of it. This one is a mashup from clips of Disney’s Alice in Wonderland - it creates a very surreal sound and I love it. Kudos to the artist “Pogo” for this catchy, colorful beat.

Okay, enough videos. For now, at least. I hope to revive the shit out of my blog with fun things I tend to run across… and since I’ve finally begun to make use of the silly “Favorite” button on Youtube, I won’t be losing them nearly as easily, heh.

So I’m a few years late, but I ended up (on a whim) purchasing both Cars and Ratatouille on Blu-ray. And, on a whim, I found out both are PHENOMENAL films. My goodness, what I’ve been missing! And having each on Blu-ray is a wonderful feeling. Cars was a fast paced film with some wonderful voice acting and boy did I enjoy the roar of the engines. Ratatouille (I type that word so slowly, afraid I’m going to fuck up) was so colorful and the music, gosh, the music. I almost felt like I was there, and I certainly enjoyed the critic by the end of the film. :D

While I’m running terribly late on bandwagons here, I might as well mention that I’ve acquired (through entirely legal means, mind you!) both of the Pendulum albums. What I’ve been missing here, man. @_@ Good stuff - I think my favs are how Prelude and Slam come together so nicely on the Hold Your Colours album. :)

So a fun factoid I’ve been researching. It’s become a bit of a hobby for me, really, but I’ve been looking into the Wilhelm Scream quite a bit. The Wilhelm Scream started as a stock sound for a 1950’s movie, wherein a man is eaten by an alligator and the sound is applied. The sound hid for about 20 years and was uncovered by the sound director for Star Wars, and, well, just watch this for some perspective since then. Let me tell you, this sound is in EVERYTHING. Spaceballs, as I noticed last night, and every Pixar film, Kung Fu Panda, Monsters Vs Aliens, just… really. And not just animated films either! Keep an ear out for it next time you watch a movie and you might be surprised. :P

I can’t figure out anything else to say right now, but allow me to mention that I love getting comments, guys. Thank you. :)

I’m. Angry.

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I’m pissed off. You have no idea how pissed off I am. Hell, I’m inches from walking outside and starting a fistfight with the next idiotic football shithead that walks by my house.

This morning I woke because I told Nick I’d give him a ride to Publix for supplies for this morning’s alumni breakfast. We left, and I was generally having a good time, joking around with Nick and buying lots of food.

Then I had to go park when we got back.

Oh, parking. Parking parking parking. Fuck. GT. Parking.

Today is, apparently, a “skirmish” football game, because God only knows that having about a DOZEN FUCKING FOOTBALL GAMES IN THE FALL TO FUCK WITH MY CAMPUS WASN’T FUCKING ENOUGH, no, NO, NOW we get to have a fucking football game in the Spring too! IT’S NOT EVEN A REAL GAME - it’s our team against ITSELF.

Regardless though, all these fat ten-assed shit-stomping dick-shelves come out of their redneck hovels to come and masturbate in the football stadium over what is probably the most homoerotic “sport” in the mainstream. Ordinarily? I couldn’t care less!

BUT. Instead of just leaving me the fuck alone, they’ve taken my parking.

All of it.

There is literally no legal place to park on campus. THIS is what pisses me off. Now I’ve got these fucksticks parking WHEREVER the fuck they want, whereas I HAD TO PAY $500 FUCKING DOLLARS TO PARK HERE ON THIS CAMPUS. I GET A FUCKING TICKET IF I PARK ILLEGALLY HERE BUT THEY GET OFF SCOTT-FUCKING-FREE. And now what? What about me, what about that I had to pay (and they didn’t) and now I, THE PAYING CUSTOMER, has NO PLACE TO PARK!!!

*sighs* And so now my car sits in the front lawn of the fraternity, killing what semblance of grass we had there. If I see a single football go-ers car there, I will not hesitate to call a tow truck.

This isn’t mentioning how rabidly pissed off I am that Facebook fucking DELETED my girlfriend’s account for no reason whatsoever, without so much as a warning or explanation. I just found out after she said to go look and realized that everything she’d ever interacted with on my profile had been deleted, erased from existence. AND THEIR TERMS OF SERVICE ALLOWS THIS WITHOUT ANY REASON OR EXPLANATION. I hate this shit.

I’m pissed.