Wednesday December 24, 2003
Who's The Man? Yeah, Baby... I Am!!!
Hoooly sheeeeeyat!!! I checked my grades a few nights back, and I found out that I had C's for all my classes except one... it hadn't been turned in yet. I checked again the next day, and I got a C for my final class. Okay, so C's really aren't anything to be excited about... but considering the tiny amount of work I did this past semester, it's a goddamn miracle I got these. One final exam I know I bombed... another I didn't even turn in! Maybe it's because of grade curving... maybe because I have some guys on the inside fixing my grade for me... but I think it's all because of my merciful professors... bless them all..................... except Tseng... stupid 8AM lectures...
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I got this email from Jasmin... one of those stupid "Fill this out, and send to 10 friends". What utter shit... who the fuck is the asshole that started this crap? I'd like to find him, stick a lit firecracker up his ass, and laugh when it explodes. Anyways, I don't send out these kind of emails... it's clutter I know my friends would not appreciate. So, I'll just post it here.
1. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR KITCHEN PLATES? - Half are white... the other half... well, that's another story.
2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? - Ruling the World for Dummies
4. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE BOARD GAME? - Monopoly
5. FAVORITE MAGAZINE? - Electronic Gamers Monthly... not sure if it's still around.
6. FAVORITE SMELL? - The pine smell of christmas trees, and the lemony scent from the calamansi tree.
7. LEAST FAVORITE SMELL? - Poo
8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? - "Crap, how many chars do I have to quest today?" (Dragon Court... long story)
9. FAVORITE COLOR? - Black
10. LEAST FAVORITE COLOR? - Purple
11. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE? - At least two
12. CURRENT or FUTURE CHILD'S NAME? - I shall name my first child Nakazato... Nakazita if it's a girl.
13. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE? - Happiness.... and money... mostly happiness...
14. FAVORITE SOUND? - The sound of the wind through the trees.
15. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? - Vanilla rawks!!!
16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST? - Fuck yeah... proud to say I've been stopped by police, but never ticketed.
17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? - Ummmm.... no.... *kicks Mr. Fluffikins under his bed*
18. STORMS COOL OR SCARY? - Storms are cool... especially when you're outside holding a plywood board to your sliding glass door.
19. WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? - 1985 Nissan Sentra... God, I miss that car.
20. IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON DEAD OR ALIVE? - I'd meet Jesus... ask him how cool heaven is... then beat him down in Marvel vs Capcom 2.
21. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? - I drink beer occasionally, so no favorites.
22. WHAT IS YOUR SIGN & YOUR BIRTHDAY? - Aquarius, February 8, 1979
23. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI? - Oh yeah, with cheese or in beef and broccoli? Nummy.
24. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB WHAT WOULD IT BE? - Play testing games for a living... holy crap, that would be heaven.
25. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY COLOR HAIR, WHAT WOULD IT BE? - Either dark blue, or a very bright yellow.
26. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? - Online? Yes. Real Life? No.
27. IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY? - THERE IS NO GLASS!!!
28. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE? - Busty Space Invaders From Planet Sexulon 3... err... I mean, Army of Darkness.
29. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS? - Heh, I wish.
30. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? - Dust bunnies... lots of them.
31. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? - 69, baby! Yeah! *pelvic thrust* Uh!
32. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH? - Basketball
33. WHAT IS YOUR SINGLE BIGGEST FEAR? - Death
34. SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? - You bought me a hamburger for breakfast... I will forever love you for that.
35. PERSON YOU SENT THIS TO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? - I sent this to noone, so this question is irrelevant.
36. PERSON YOU SENT THIS TO WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? - Read above statement.
37. FAVORITE CD? - Oh, so hard to choose, but I have to say Initial D: Battle Stage OST.
38. FAVORITE TV SHOWS? - Spongebob Squarepants and WWE Smackdown.
39. KETCHUP OR MUSTARD? - Mustard.
40. HAMBURGERS OR HOT DOGS? - Hamburgers... especially with lots of patties... *drools*
41. FAVORITE SOFT DRINK? - Vanilla Pepsi
42. THE BEST PLACE YOU HAVE EVER BEEN? - Chuck E. Cheese's in Oregon... ahhh... I loved that place as a kid.
43. WHAT SCREEN SAVER IS ON YOUR COMPUTER RIGHT NOW? - Matrix 3D Screensaver... trying to get my Geiss screensaver back.Ugh, count this as the first and LAST time I do this.
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I had a call from the insurance adjuster a day ago. He told me that he was on his way over, and was going to take pictures of the damage to my truck. The bastards had been avoiding me all this time, and now they wanted to take pictures of my truck... out of the blue? It made no sense. I said, fine, come on over. About thirty minutes later, he arrives in this big-ass Ford F-150, and comes out with his digital camera asking where my car was. I pointed to the blue wreck behind him, and he began to take pictures of it. He took shots of just about every angle of my truck, got every bit of damage noted down, and then asked me some questions about my truck... mileage, air conditioning, and such. As soon as he was done, he talked to me a bit, saying how this was an odd circumstance, but the insurance company WOULD compensate me if the guy didn't show up. I asked how long it would take, and he said to give them until the end of the month. If he didn't show by then, the insurance company will cover the repairs to my truck. I just felt like jumping up and down at that point... I was so damn happy. If the guy would just stay away for another week... I could get my money. One more week... here's hoping for the best...
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I made a few wallpapers a while back. One was supposed to be the Initial D commercial transition screen. I tried to make it look smooth, but it turned out pretty crappy. The area with the Initial D logo was just a white spot when I did the Gauss blur, so I added a lens flare, and that's my first wallpaper. The second one is the women of King of Fighters 2001. It has Angel, Mai, Blue Mary, and May Lee. I just took screenshots, filtered out all the crap, and layered them on one-by-one. It looked pretty bad by itself, so I then put my first wallpaper in the background. It looks okay, but it could be better. Anyways, that's about it. You can get them here:
(Edit: Links Removed... no worries, the wallpapers sucked.)
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Congratulations go out to my friend Tony, for being the first in our group to have his name in the credits of a video game.... lucky son-of-a-bitch. *laughs* Nah, he deserves every bit of where he's at. Busted his ass in college, and even up to now, he's still paying off loans. Now, he's the lead designer for a few upcoming games.... damn, it's just too awesome for words.
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That's pretty much all for now. My next update should come on, or a little after Christmas. Till then, Merry Christmas!
-Joe
Saturday December 20, 2003
Free At Last... Oh, Thank God... Free At Last...
Sorry for the lack of updates... been hella busy the past few weeks with finals (don't ask about the results... unless you want to see a grown man cry). Now that I'm done with the semester, I expect to be updating more regularly......... now where have I heard THAT line before? Anyways, on to the updating.
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I did have an update for the 8th of this month, but it was cancelled due to studying. Besides, it was pretty stupid... I was going to talk about my dream of Paris Hilton and that one dream where I fell in love with a blind girl (don't ask about these either.... I have no idea of this Paris chick except she's the rich daughter of that hotel guy, and that she's a stupid... stupid.... stupid whore.... watch The Simple Life on FOX to get an idea on how stupid. As for the blind girl dream.... I think I was just stressed that day).
Also for that update, I was going to talk about how excited I was to finally hear Rene's voice. If you haven't heard it yet, check it out in my voice page here: http://www.1asphost.com/nakazato . She has the greatest English accent I have ever heard in my life... rather, it's one of the only times I've heard that accent outside of television. I was just so happy to hear her voice.
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Okay, now for today's update...
Weird thing happened yesterday afternoon. I had been up all morning on the boards, reading posts and such... doing some downloading on the side... pretty much my normal day. Anyways, I take a break, and rest for a bit. A few hours later, I try to login, but I'm blocked out. I'll be honest... this isn't my account, it's my uncle's. When one of us logs on, the other can't use it. I usually go online in the early morning, and he'll go on early to late evening. At this time, it was around 1pm, so I figured maybe he went to check email or something.
I then go to play some games and listen to music for a while. About three hours pass when I try it again... nothing, I still can't connect. Okay, maybe he's just downloading something, and it's taking him a while. I turn off my PC, and go watch TV for a bit.
10pm at night, I get on my PC once again, and try to go online.... but I'm still blocked. Hooooooly shiiiiiiit.... he must be downloading LOTS of stuff to be on THAT long. No matter, he's usually not on in the early morning, so I set my computer to hibernate, and I take a small nap.
Three o'clock in the AM... still can't get on...
Six AM.... nope, nothing...
10 AM..... WHAT THE FUCK?! He can't be taking THIS long.... not even I could go that long!
I'm thinking to myself, what could be going on here? One of three things were possible. A) He's downloading something huge, and just hasn't finished yet. B) He changed the password. Or C) He cancelled his account.
Scenario A is highly unlikely, as I know he does not have the patience to download anything over 10 megs. Scenario B would make him a total asshole. Yes, it IS his account, but he could have told me that he was changing it.... even if it's to get me to stop using it. Scenario C is pretty much Scenario B.
Shitty....... Rene was going on vacation this coming Tuesday, so I wanted to spend as much time with her as I could. Now, I was totally stranded, as I had no backup accounts to use for a while. Then, I did the unthinkable...
I bought my own internet account...
*cue flashback effects*
I am not shitting you in the least when I say I have NEVER owned an internet account. Well, I did have that shell account, but it's not the same. For the past five years or so, I have been leeching off of somebody's internet account. My first leeched one was when I got my Presario. I talked to my old bud Pat, and he hooked me up with this account he got from his friend. Unlimited, and 56k... mighty shit back then. I think I used that for about half a year when the password was suddenly changed. My next one came from my friend Kevin. I think it was his aunt's account, and she had one cause she was an employee at one of the ISPs on island... not too sure, though... can't remember. Anyways, that lasted for another half a year. Since I was in college, I had myself a free shell account (not exactly free... I paid for it in the basic student fees). At the time, I was MUDding day and night, and I was able to connect to my MUD through Hyper Terminal. That lasted for the duration of the semester, and then some... I think someone at the computer center forgot to disable the accounts for a while. And then that summer, my aunt had got a PC from her work... one of the oldies that they were just giving away for free. She took one, and had me fix it up for her (about a year and a half worth of playing with my PC, and everyone here thinks I can do anything and everything on one). Anyways, once I'm done repairing and setting it up, she buys herself an internet account, which I then leech off of for about two years, since I do all the maintenance on her computer. She leaves to the states (long story, won't go into it), and I'm without an account again. Fortunately, my uncle, who also was leeching off her account, got his own, and allowed me to use it as long as I helped him with his PC. Oh, all the work I did on that thing... it was a sweet PC... but it was put together by the monkeys at PC Outlet... most of them don't know SHIT! I replaced RAM, updated their operating system, did the occasional cleaning, and even grabbed some good software for my four year-old cousin. Yeah, that kid was playing Grand Theft Auto 3, and he LOVED it. *laughs* I swear, if he grows to become a serial killer, they are going to put all the blame on me...
*cut flashback effects*
Well, since it seems that I have lost my usefulness to them, they deem it unnecessary to share their internet account with me. Fine... let them keep their stupid account... I don't need it. I'll buy my own, dammit!
So that's what I did this afternoon. I checked the phonebook to see who was open on a Saturday, and who had the lowest rates of them all. Turns out, I called one, and was satisfied with what they told me. $11.95 per month, no additional fees. So I drove up to Agana, and signed up. I came home, and set it all up. Now, I have internet once again..... and it feels soooooo good...
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Oh, while I was there, I met up with my friend Juan. Turns out that he's a tech for the ISP, and was hired about a few weeks back. Lucky son-of-a-bitch. He told me if I ever need a hook up into a position there, I can give him a call. Heh... a few weeks in, and he thinks he has stroke in that company. Hah! I'll probably take him up on that offer in a week... I just wanna rest up... the semester was hell... 17 credits worth of classes is enough to break any man.
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Okay, just a few messages to my friends:
Kev: Fuck man... getting bribed to go back to school?! What the hell?! I... I just won't comment on it....... oh wait, yes I will... TAKE THE BRIBES!!! Oh, and that chick with the pierced nipples... do you think she would mind if you took a picure, and then sent it to me? ;) *laughs*
Chuck: Holy crap, man... you are totally pimpin. Jen, Paula, and now this girl you met online. Damn... that's just... well.... damn.... *speechless*
Jeff: Your boss is offering you a loan so you can fly to Guam? Umm... have you thought, perhaps, that she has the hots for you, and wants you to pay interest with hot animal sex? *looks at Jeff* ....................nah.
Jon: Sorry to hear about this whole work strike shit. Hopefully it'll all get resolved, or you'll find a better job elsewhere. That, or you can beat some sense into those Safeway execs with a blunt katana...... or a sharp one... makes no difference...
Jas: Serpent Night Dragon, foil, 1st Edition... special price just for you, 15 bucks. Plus, I'll throw in the rest of the cards, with a rare still in there too. Whaddya say? ^_^;; (Why the fuck do I still use this smiley?!)
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That's it for me this week. Hope you all have a safe and happy holidays.
-Joe
Friday November 28, 2003
Things Are Looking A Bit Brighter... (Shit... Spoke Too Soon...)
This had originally been planned to be an update for last week, but for some reason, I never uploaded it. Damn, I'm one lazy-ass bastard. Just keep in mind that these things happened last week... I don't want to rewrite anything... a lot of stuff is already blurry.
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Okay, let's start with my past weekend... I woke up, ate, went on the PC, ate again, went on the PC again, ate once more, showered, went on the PC, fell asleep. Repeat. It doesn't need saying, but I'm saying it anyways... I lead a dull, dull life.
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Okay, Monday comes around, and it's a pretty normal school day. Went to physics in the morning, but missed out on Linear Algebra, and PE. I have no idea why I skip classes now... I usually find them enlightening and entertaining... NOT!!!
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Tuesday was quite the day. Since I hadn't heard anything from the police about the accident report, I decided I would just go down to records, and see if it was there. I was so anxious to get my day started, since it was a rainy day. I can't tell you how much I LOVE the rain. Anyways, I drive down to records, and end up waiting in line for about 15 minutes. Luckily for me, there was a hot clerk chick that was making copies of stuff the whole time... and she was wearing the tightest pants ever... I was like... DAMN! Yup, I was there leaning against the wall, staring at her ass (yes, I admit that I'm a perv). They finally call me up, and I tell them that I hadn't gotten a phone call from the police officer. She gets a bunch of info, and goes out back. More ass staring. She finally comes back, and has some papers for me. The report had been waiting for me all that time... stupid fucking pigs... should have given me my call instead of eating damn donuts. I pay for the report, and go outside to read it. Looks like everything that happened was shown, but also stated that the case was still open... which means they still haven't found the bastard that hit me. I then looked at the guy's insurance agency. I prayed that he had insurance, and luckily for me, he did. I don't know where it is, but I go to my sister's workplace, and find out from her. Turns out, they were located in the Julale Shopping Center, which was a short walk from her work. I drive there, and find it, but the banners say health and life insurance. I ask the people there for help, and they point me out to the office directly across from them. I go there, and ask for assistance. They then point me to the claims office, which was around the corner... thank God it was all in the same building... I would have given up if I had to drive. I walk over to the claims office, and woman helps me out. I hand her my police report, and she said:
"Oh, this guy again..."
I was thinking to myself "AGAIN?!?! WTF?!?!". Turns out that she didn't mean the guy was accident-prone, but rather I was the second guy in the week to claim from that guy's insurance... the Rav4 guy claimed before I did. She also told me that they've been trying to call him, but haven't been able to get him. For all they know, he could be dead in some ditch from internal injuries suffered three weeks ago... serves the bitch right for running after the accident. Anyways, I fill out the paperwork, and they say they'll call me sometime on Monday to tell me what's going on. Satisfied that everything will go well, I leave, and head straight for school.
~ ~ ~ INTERMISSION ~ ~ ~
(Get your snacks and drinks now... hurry, the post is about to start up again!!!)
Once at the university, I go straight to the computer lab, and just chat around with Rene and a few others. My 4 o'clock Philosophy class comes around, so I go to lecture. It was an okay class, but I found myself nodding off at a few points. Anyways, the class ends, and I go straight to my programming languages class. You have no idea how slowly that class moves. I swear that we were near the end of lecture, but then I look at my PDA, and I find out that only 20 minutes had passed. Horrible, horrible, time-defying class... but at least it ended. I run home, and sleep.
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Wednesday, I go to class in the morning, and end up in the lab again. Since the Compsci club was having the meeting today, I was supposed to print out a set of fonts for use in the club website that I'm creating. I do my search, and print out two full lists of fonts that would be nice to use. Finally done, I look at the time, and realize that I am an hour late for Linear Algebra... and to top it all off... today was the day of the EXAM!!! AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Ugh... hopefully when Monday comes around, I can go and explain everything to him, and he'll allow me to do a make-up. Compsci club meeting comes around, and I submit my font list to the prez. She hands it out, and lets everybody vote on their favorite. Nothing special announced, so when the club lets out, I run straight over to PE. I find out then that there will be a test at our next class, and it will cover everything from the past few sessions. Just great... of those previous 4 class sessions, I had only been to one. I was so seriously behind in my notes, that I knew I was in deep shit unless I studied real hard given the outline of the test.
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Thursday comes by, and I finally go in to physics lab after a long absence. Nothing special happened, just a little experiment, and that was it. Right after, I go to the computer lab and just hang around for the next five hours. During that time, my friend Pat comes by, and drops off my shiny new SoundBlaster Live! card. Sure, it's nothing new, but it blows my integrated sound away. I go to my Philosophy and Programming Languages classes... again, nothing special. I go home, and install my new sound card. Not wanting to install the default drivers in WinXP, I go to the Creative site, and download the drivers. It had been raining all that day, so my internet connection was running real slow. 23 megs.... and I was grabbing it at 1k a second. I started the download at midnight, and since noone was on IM that I could talk to at the time, I just slept.
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Early Friday morning, and I wake up at 2am. I looked at the download progress, and it says that the connection was broken. *sigh* I start it up again, and go to sleep. I then wake up sometime at 5... the download was still going... just barely past 75%. I also see that Rene had IMed me. She said hi and stuff, but then when she didn't get a response, she thought that I was mad at her. I sent her a message, and explain that I had been downloading drivers, and just dozed off afterwards. Since I didn't have the sound drivers, I wasn't able to receive an audio cue of her incoming message. Everything is fine, and we just talk for a bit while I was still downloading. Finally finished, I go offline, and install the drivers... or at least... tried to. Turns out, the driver installation package didn't detect the card, and wouldn't give me the files I needed. All that download time... wasted. What a way to start the day.
Feeling a bit peeved, I decide to bring my computer with me to class. Afterwards, I can connect at the lab, and use the faster network connection there. So I go to physics, lugging around my huge RAID box... and my arm was hella sore afterwards. Anyways, nothing special happened at Physics... just exercise problems. Once done, I hook up my PC after I grab some info from my audio card. Even though I had everything, model number, serial number, and all that, I still wasn't able to get drivers installed. I give up, and revert back to the default WinXP drivers until I found a solution... no biggie... the card worked, and sounded craploads better than what I had before.
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Another weekend comes by, and again, nothing special. I did, however, make a brand new page with a host that gave a hundred megs, and unlimited bandwidth. Elissa had sent over some wav files of her and her sister the previous night, and I just busted out in laughter. They were so funny. Somehow, I ended up making a site for wav files so that everyone could hear what we sounded like. I posted the link at the SR forum, and people just loved it... well, I think they just loved the Elissa and LuvBug (her sister) wavs. *laughs* You can find the page here:
http://web.1asphost.com/Nakazato
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Okay, that's your update for last week. Hopefully I'll get this week's update done by tomorrow. Till then, later!
-Joe
Friday November 14, 2003
All Work and No Play Makes Joe an Angry Boy... Grrrrrr...
Well, it's been over two weeks since my last update. I bet you guys all thought I was dead... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... SUCKERS! Actually, though, it's not too far from the truth. Last week, I had 3 days of Physics exams. This past Monday, I had a Linear Algebra quiz. It's a wonder to me as to how I'm still breathing...
Anyways, on with the update.
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Over two weeks have passed, and still no call from the police about the accident report. Getting kinda nervous now, and I'm hoping that I get some word about what's going on. My truck is still fine... well... except for the door. I drove it around just last weekend, and it still runs perfectly. I'd take it to school, but there's a major problem with that. In order to get out of my truck, I need to exit through the passenger-side door. Right now, I'm not all that graceful leaving the car that way. Imagine if you will, a cow, or horse, or other such animal giving birth. The baby? That would be me... leaving the truck upper body first. After it's all done, I'm laying on the road, disoriented, and afraid... afraid that someone may have seen me. It would be rather humiliating to get out that way. Until I can get out of my truck using acrobatics or a pyrotechnics display, the truck stays home.
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A few nights back, I had just returned from school. It was pretty dark out at around 7pm, and it had been raining the whole day. Anyways, I shower, and then get ready to feed my dog. I go outside, and find his bowl. I reached out for it, when all of a sudden, I saw something.
A damn brown tree snake was there... its head up, ready to strike.
I pulled back my arm, and just looked at it. It was fucking HUGE! As soon as I stepped away, it turned its attention back to the dog bowl, where it was eating my dog's leftover food. Not wanting to let it escape, I got an old broom handle nearby, and faced it. I moved closer, and swung at its head. I hit it, but then it just started to slither away. So I whack it again with the handle, pinning it down to the ground. Unfortunately, I pinned it on the middle of it's body, and it was making its way over my direction. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! I let it go, and run away from it. It then turned, trying to slither the other way again. This time, I slammed the stick down, whacking it on the head. I kept the stick there, and moved closer. Then, I catch it near the jaw, preventing it from biting me. Oh, that damn thing was pissed off. It opened its mouth, and just stared at me. I looked back at it, and just taunted it... I don't remember exactly what I said, but it must have went something like this:
What?! You gonna bite me, bitch?! Try it, you little fucker! C'mon... you ain't got shit!!!
Right then, I flicked it on the head. My dog, who had been cowering earlier, now was next to me, nipping at the tail end of the snake. To tease that wussy dog of mine, I bent down to let it see the face of the snake. Before I was even close to doing that, the stupid dog ran away.... the coward. Anyways, I was there, holding up this big-ass snake. Just throwing it back out into the jungle would have been a bad idea... it'll just find its way back. Instead, I get a machete, cut off its head, and toss the remains in the jungle. I felt like a ninja at the time, but really, I came nowhere close.
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Recently, I've been finding myself getting into what seems to be a normal sleep pattern. I'm asleep by 10 pm now, and then wake sometime around 5 or 6 am. Unfortunately, that means I get to spend less time with my RP honey, Rene (cursed time zones... when I'm up, she's gone, and when she's on, I'm already asleep). I do try, though, to make every single minute with her worthwhile. Recently, she applied to become a full member of ShadowRaven... and she was accepted. This is great, in that we're both members of ShadowRaven and Crimson Dragons... I joined her clan, and she joined mine. That's like, true love right there. *laughs* She's really fun to be with, and I really can't wait for Christmas vacation to come by... means I have more time to spend with her.
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I've been messing around with Photoshop, and I love it. Holy crap, the damn thing pretty much has me looking all over for pictures to modify. I'm looking at the signature files of some people, and I'm thinking to myself: Shit... I could do a job ten times better than that. I've even gone as far as making backup sigs for myself... it's that crazy.
Anyways, I'm online, and messing around. All of a sudden, my friend Elissa IMs me, and asks if I can help her out in making a sig. Teaching has never been my thing, but I decide I should at least help her out and show her what I know. About an hour or so goes by, and she finally has her first sig done. She sends it over to me, and it looked pretty good... she even added a few effects that I hadn't shown her how to use. Satisfied with her work, she then displays it at the ShadowRaven forum for everyone to see. I was pretty proud when the guys there were complimenting her work. Yup... that's me... Great Teacher Joe...
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I started watching Hellsing, and it's pretty badass. The problem is... I haven't gotten around to finishing it just yet. I have all the episodes here, but for some reason, I went to episode seven.... and just stopped. I'd watch it today, but I'm working on this page. Tomorrow and Sunday are no good, since I have some work to do. Need to get a design started for the UOG Compsci Club webpage, and that could take a while. I'm not worried about content, since that's not my job. Hee hee... maybe I should make myself a little web design company here, or maybe apply for a job at KUAM (our local news station) to become webmaster. Yeah... making money to just sit in front of a computer all day... my idea of heaven.
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Oooh, oooh... I just got the Guilty Gear XX soundtrack, and it RAWKS!!! Holy crap, I knew what to look forward to, but I never knew it would be this good. Anyways, I picked up the soundtrack when I heard Feel a Fear (Zato) and Fuuga (Anji) on some game radio station while at the computer lab. The moment those songs came up, I was ready to do an air guitar performance... but that would have been hella embarassing. The songs were a different arrangement from Guilty Gear X: Heavy Rock Tracks, so I assumed that they were on the GGXX soundtrack. Turns out, all the songs on GGXX were originals. I found out that there were 3 Guilty Gear X soundtracks made after GGX: HRT... and they were Guilty Gear X: Rising Force of Gear Vocal Tracks Side 1, 2, and 3... Rock You, Slash, and Destroy...... weird, huh? *insert sound of wind blowing and crickets*
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If you haven't noticed the change in page design by now, you're either:
a) New to this page, in which I wish you welcome...
or
b) Really really really reeeeeeeeeeaaaaallllyyyy slow...
If any of you tell me that the title in my banner is off-center, then I will personally shoot you. I know it's a bit off to the left. I would fix it, but I never saved the original layered photoshop file. *sobs* On top of that, I no longer have a links page, since I forgot to make a 'links' button, and the layered file for that was never saved. Shit, shit, shitty shit shit. Whatever... I guess that means the page will look slightly different for the next update... you lucky bastards.
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A mini State of the Union address... since Kev has been rather slack in making a proper one recently...
Kevin: Your kung-fu is mighty... but you do not know the Way of the Drunken Fist (Hidden meaning: Need to cut the alcohol just a tad, bro. I think we've seen two drunk posts already... and in one, you said you loved me . Ugh... say that again, and I will stab you in the neck with a stick... a really blunt stick).
Jon: You must really miss Mel... *Punches him in the face three times* What the fuck are you thinking?! Do you remember the all the shit she put you through?! Dude, you are totally better off without her. Remember... she didn't let you go to Blue Night... *gasps*
Jeff: You're playing Final Fantasy XI.................. screw you.....
Chuck: Of all the guys, you're probably having the best luck with women. That Jen chick sounds like a real keeper. Paula on the other hand... well... if she's making all the empty promises, then you're better off without her. Not saying that you should totally abandon her, just don't expect too much from her by way of any kind of relationship. (When the fuck did I become an expert on dating and relationships?! Just more proof that I'm retarded...)
Ernest: Thinking of joining the military, eh? ......... HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ahhh... *wipes a tear from his eye* Sorry bout that... I say, you wanna join the military, go for it.
Jashon: Update your journal, fucker. Damn, and I thought I was bad with my updates. Jeez...
New Addition: Jasmin: You need a boyfriend.......... I need a girlfriend.......... Point? No point... just stating the obvious, that's all.
Tony/Eric/Dan/Aristo/Chris/Noel/Heath: If you assholes are reading this, you seriously need to get a journal up.
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Calling this an update... if any of you have a problem with that... I'll cry... and then I'll try to improve...
Who the hell am I kidding... if you have a problem with my update, you can suck my big toe, cause I'm Big Joe... and I like to mow... just something I thought you'd like to know........ whatever...
-Joe (IQ dropping at an exponential rate)
Monday October 27, 2003
I Am Joe! I Defy Death!!!
What a way to start off the day than to have a car accident. Ugh... and this was one hell of an accident too...
I had just finished my update last night, and uploaded it. I talked to Rene over IM for a bit, but I had to go soon afterwards cause I was nodding off. So I said good night to her, and went off to sleep, hoping to catch her in the morning before I left for school.
I wake up at 7:45am today, and immediately go online to see if I would find anyone there. Rene was offline, and so was Elissa. Val was still on, but she left before I could get an IM to her. Ah well, I thought to myself... I'd probably catch one of them when I got to school today. I shut off everything, and get ready for class.
All packed up, I leave the house at 9am, and go straight to a gas station, since I was running on fumes. Made my way to a self-service pump, but I'm greeted by an attendant who just told me to pay inside, and he would pump the gas for me. Hey, if he's willing to help cut my workload, who am I to argue? So I go in, and pay 15 bucks for gas... get a scratch card for some prize, but get nothing. Bah, no matter. I go out to my car, and the guy just finishes. I say my thanks, and drive out for school again.
I made my turn into Macheche road, and drove for a bit, going past KFC, Bank of Guam, and my friend's old store. All of a sudden, out in front, I see an oncoming truck swerve into me, slamming against my door.
Fuck... everything just seemed to go so damn fast, but I remember the sound of it all... the sound of metal on metal... and shattering glass. The asshole must have been going somewhere around 45 mph. I was jerked to the side, but I maintain control of my car, keeping it in my lane. I stop... and look around, realizing that all hell had broke loose on my truck. Glass was everywhere, and I was pissed. I wait for oncoming traffic to clear so I can turn around and find the bitch. I park out on the side, and try to get out. My door was crushed, and I couldn't open it. I crawled out of my tiny truck through the other door, and I'm outside now. I walk to the side of my car, and look at it... it looked like shit... totally fucked. I looked around, and found a few people around. Some had stuck around a Rav4 that seemed to be damaged also. Some guy came up to me, and asked if I was okay. I was like: "yeah, who the fuck crashed into me?" He then pointed down the road, where some guy was running away. The fucker hit me, and was running away. Shit... I was about to run after him, but I decided against it, and would let the police deal with it. Besides, if I got my hands on him, I probably would have killed him... and killing is bad... mmmkay?
Okay, so there I was... looking at my poor truck when the police came around. I'm asked if I was okay, to which I reply: "Oh yeah, fine". No sarcasm... I felt perfect, like nothing had happened. Just a bit shaken was all. Okay, license and registration. Easy, I go to my truck, and grab it all. He gets it, and starts asking me questions... what happened, and all. I explain my story, and it matches what everyone else there was saying... he swerved into me... slamming me. But then I found out something else.... he had deflected off of me, and slammed into the Rav4 that was behind me. I was there, and I looked at the guy still inside his car... his head down on his steering wheel. I looked at the rear end of his car, and it was pretty bad... but nowhere as bad as my truck. I looked at the truck that slammed into me, and it was halfway into a jungle.
In the end, when the police had gotten all the information from everyone there, they determined that the guy that slammed into me was at fault. They then wanted to check on my health, so the fire paramedics came over to check on me. I didn't mind being checked on the spot, but I sure as hell wasn't going to leave on an ambulance. I don't have health insurance, so if I went and got a full checkup, it would probably run me upwards of 500 bucks... money I don't have. I declined the ride to the hospital, as well as a tow for my truck. I'm trying to reduce costs to myself... so I tell them that I'll just drive my truck back home. It was messed up on the side, but my tires still looked okay, so I figured it could take me home. They checked on me, asked if I was hurting anywhere. Nope... I was perfectly fine except for a small cut on my forehead... even then, it was more like a scratch. I was cleared to go, so I was about to leave for my truck when the guy in the Rav4 called for me. I went there, and he was in a neck brace, and his arm was in a sling. We talked a bit, mostly about the accident, but also about our losses. He had just bought his car, and now it was damaged. Heh, he's lucky his car is still new... mine is old, and I don't think replacement parts are available. On top of that... if the guy that hit us doesn't have insurance... we are sooooooo screwed. Well, he was a bit unhappy, but whatever, least he was still alive... should be happy for that.
I got to my truck, crawled through the passenger side, and sat down in front of the wheel. I drove off towards home, and it seemed like it was okay. When I would turn the wheel, I could hear the sound of my tire rubbing against metal. Ugh... I prayed that nothing would happen until I made it home. Finally inside my neighborhood, I drove for a distance when I heard a whoosh of air. I knew immediately... my tire had just flattened. Bullshit... I wasn't going to stop for a flat tire... especially since I had just a short distance left. I drove slowly on that flat, and finally made it home.
I crawled out of my truck, took my stuff, and went inside. I rinsed myself off, and changed clothes. I grabbed my camera, and took some pictures. I just went through a major accident, and lived. You can guarandamntee that I will write about this. So, the pictures are available in my picture section... you'll agree... my truck looks like shit. I took the pics, and then went to cover my open window with a thin plastic sheet. The glass was shattered, so I had nothing to protect the inside of my truck from the rain. Finally done, I came back in, uploaded my pics, and now I'm writing this. It sure was one hell of a day...
Shit... now I'm going to miss classes today.... wait... that's not a bad thing... that's a GOOD thing. Woo! Yeah, and I can go back to class, and be like: "Damn, I just went through a catastrophic accident, but I walked out like it was nothing". Oh yeah, I can see the impressed women now... they'd be like: "I wanna have your baby"... or... something like that... *shrugs*. Can ya blame em? ^_^ (Ack! I HATE that smiley... why the hell do I still use it?!?!?!?!)
I promised Rene that I was going to do something for her... but I can't now. I only have dial-up, and I'm expecting a call from the police about this all, so I can't do what I said I would do. I'm sorry, hon... I never expected this to happen. I promise I'll get it done as soon as I can get back online.
I have come to a conclusion... it's bad luck to start out the day without chatting. If I die tomorrow, it's because I never got a 'good morning' IM... and if I die... I will haunt each and every one of you for the rest of your lives. Muahahahahahahahahaha!
Ugh... now the moment of truth... does that guy have insurance so I can make a claim and get my truck fixed? I sure as hell hope so.
I'll be sure to update you guys on what happens. Until then, check out my pictures section to see it all.
Sh00tz!
-Joe the Invincible, Badass Son-of-a-Bitch
Sunday October 26, 2003
Random Thoughts
Damn, talk about shitty... that was a bitch of a week. Midterms suck, plain and simple... and I KNOW I'm not the only one that feels this way. Fortunately, I have finished all of them, with the exception of Physics. Ugh, not only that, but I have my physics notebook to do, 3 philosophy reaction papers, various computer programs, and other stuff to turn in. I hate school...... so very much.
Okay, so that's my excuse for not updating... be happy with it. Let's get on with the updating.
Since a lot of shit has happened between my last update and now, a lot of those things are pretty blurry. On top of that, I've got some Linkin Park playing in the background, so my mind may not be thinking straight during this update. So this will be a kinda random thing, where I just write about stuff that comes to mind. Good luck keeping up. (>^.^)> (I don't even know what that's supposed to be... I just saw it on UDom, and it looked pretty cool... *shrugs* Reminds me of Nintendo's Kirby.)
A lot of the guys have been talking about women in their posts. Chuck and Paula/Jen, Jon and the Baskin Robbins chick, Kev and... someone... I forgot... and Jeff and... and... dammit, I don't know. Well, anyways, it got me to thinking about the closest I've ever been to a real woman, and a moment came into my mind.
It was the end of spring in my sophomore year in high school. At around this time, it gets real hot here... I mean, damn, you could cook stuff on the roads here. I wasn't capable of driving to a beach, but, we did have the next best thing. Nearby was a group of condominiums, and it had a pool for the tenants. Well, my friend Matt lived in one of those condos, so he'd hook us up with a full day's worth of swimming. W00t! The pool wasn't huge, but it would cool us off during those hellish summer days.
One hot summer day, I went up there to Matt's house to get permission to swim. Unfortunately, he wasn't there, but his sister Liz was. Liz attended the same school I did, and she was just a year younger than I... kinda nice lookin. I know her since we'd always catch the bus to and from school, and we talked on occasion during our waits at the bus stop. Well, it was a hot day, and I sure as hell wasn't going back home without a swim. So, I asked if she would swim with me, since the only ones that can swim are tenants, and their guests. She agreed, had me wait a bit while she changed, and then we went over to the pool, which was just across her place.
Finally past the gates, I just kicked off my slippers, and jumped into the pool. I came back up, and told her to come on in. She took off her shirt, and was only wearing a sheer white sports bra beneath. I then noticed... she had huge breasts... I mean... holy shit, I can die now huge. I never noticed before, since she was always wearing loose shirts. Now... I had just stared like it was my first time ever to see boobs. She noticed, but didn't seem to care... she just ran, and jumped into the pool right next to me. She came up, and her sheer sports bra didn't even look like it was there... it was nearly invisible... and I saw EVERYTHING. As I stared, I felt my heart race, and... well... you know..... I'm a fuckin guy for crying out loud! She laughed, and splashed my face with water. I swam to the wall of the pool, watching her while she did different dives. A few minutes passed, and she came over to me, wondering why I was doing nothing. I said nothing... I was still staring. She punched my arm, and swam away laughing. She stopped in the middle of the pool, and challenged me to a wrestle. Heh, just my kinda thing, since I was a big wrestling fan then. So I swam out, and we wrestled. Damn, she was rough... I was scratched many times, but she swore it was accidental.... riiiiight. I upped my level, and proceeded to do some submission moves... real lightly, of course. We had messed around for about thirty minutes, and the sun was starting to set. Our last battle was intense, she must have had me in a headlock, so I do a suplex, and we're both underwater. I come up, and she has her legs wrapped around my body, and her arms around my neck. I was stuck... I couldn't do a thing. I submitted, and she loosened her arms around my neck. Just then, I looked at her, and she was looking right back at me... we were both breathing pretty heavily, but still smiling at each other. I kicked my feet, and swam us both to the corner of the pool, where we just looked at each other, not saying a thing. We were pressed against each other... close together. I swear, we could have just gone at it right there, but I looked up at the sky, and noticed that it was getting darker. I motioned my head that she should go up the ladder to get out of the pool. She did, and I followed afterwards. We both dried off, and I walked her home. We said our byes, and I walked home after she went into her house. Things weren't the same afterwards... I guess I got a bit nervous after that time, but I never forgot that day.
So how about now, Joe?
*shakes his head* Nope... nothing. Sure, I have some female friends here, but nothing serious. However, I've got friends online... Rene, and Elissa. I recently married Rene, and we have a blast when we're together. Right now, we're hosting a Halloween writing contest for our friend, Val. We play off each other so well in character, it's always fun. Elissa is a good friend from SRC. She's so much fun on the boards, and I always love talking with her. She has called me up on the phone twice, so I know how her voice sounds like... very warm and comforting. One of these days, I'm going to have to phone up Rene, just to hear her voice... I just fear the long distance charges for a call all the way to eastern Europe... *laughs*
Okay, on to random stuff...
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I'm mourning a loss of a good friend that I've known for two years. She was always there for me anytime I needed comforting... or if I needed to let out some steam. She started showing serious symptoms about a half a year ago... and now... it has claimed her life. I loved you... and you will always be fondly remembered.
Goodbye... my Sega Dreamcast... *cries* (damn, I wish I had the money to get the replacement parts I need...)
Now I have only my PS2 to play with... ugh... my library is so lame for that system.
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I read that Kev received an IM from some chick in Argentina. *laughs* Oh fuck, I'm glad I'm not the only one around here getting em. It's a pain in the ass, sometimes... but you can always have fun messing around if you're bored, like he did. "Don't cry for me, Argentina"? Damn Kev, that's classic... you're fuckin badass.
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Free food is always good... but make sure you don't starve yourself the day before. I tried that shit... hadn't eaten all day, then found out that there was free food for this one function at the University. My friends and I went over, and watched a bit of it, waiting for them to open the tables. During one of the speeches, I felt something in my stomach... like someone had swung a baseball bat at my gut. It got so bad, I was dry heaving... like I was about to throw up. I ran outside, feeling like my stomach was about to explode or something. Not having any money to buy a soda, I ran off to the least nasty water fountain, and had myself a drink. Still felt like shit, so I laid down on a bench. I went back into the fieldhouse after a few minutes, but I still felt like crap. Luckily, they had just opened up the tables, so I was free to get food. Before I took a plate, I ran to get a bread roll, and stuffed it into my mouth. I got myself a pile of food, and I was still chewing on that damned piece of bread... it just wasn't doing down. So I grabbed a drink, and went outside. I tell ya, once that bread went down, I stuffed my face... and I immediately felt better. I told my friends about my near-death experience... we had some pretty good laughs from it.
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Speaking of free food, the computer science and math clubs at the university recently had a barbeque as a welcome back to the students and professors. A welcome back party... in the beginning of October... when classes resumed in August... *shakes his head* only on Guam.
Anyways, it was a potluck, but I hadn't signed up for anything. I was planning to leave after my classes that day, but they needed me to stay around to help them with a few things, since I was the only one there with a truck. I made a total of two trips, and drove less than a mile altogether... and they had me stay to eat. Fuck, I ain't gonna argue with that. I stuck around drinking while the food was being prepared. I must have had a total of 10 drinks that night... a wicked combination of Vanilla Coke, Vanilla Pepsi (both taste the same, just the Pepsi isn't as carbonated), Black tea, and Mountain Dew. When the food was finally ready, I had a plate of bbq chicken, red rice, and potato salad. Damn, the shit we talked about that night... ranging from dumb... to "My IQ just dropped ten points because of this conversation" dumb. If I were to post what we talked about, I'd have to post a disclaimer at the top of this section...
Overall, it was nice... good friends, good food, good atmosphere.
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This past Friday, I went to class, but brought my PC with me. I needed to do some updating, and I wanted the fast network connection at school. It was quite funny to bring in my box to physics, and have everyone look. I put my PC down on the table, looked at everyone, and just said: "What?". *laughs* The first question I got, is: What's in there?
Shit... I must have answered that question like 20 times that day. I plan on writing the specs on the side panel so I don't have to repeat myself so many times.
Moving on, I was there when a bunch of the guys decided to play some Medal of Honor. We played until early in the morning. I stayed at the lab until 10:30am the next morning. Damn... I had spent over 24 hours at school... and I hadn't even slept a wink... weird, yo...
Heh, I then went home... and slept... for 14 hours... a new record for me.
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That's it for me. Hopefully, I'll have something better posted for next week. *shrugs* We'll have to see...
-Joe
Tuesday October 14, 2003
Nakazato Onikage and Silver Sirene
A Look Back...
No update for today. Hopefully one will be out by tomorrow or the day after, depending on how busy I get. Midterms and the like are killing me, so I promise at least something before the end of the weekend.
-Joe
Wednesday October 8, 2003
So Much Time, So Little To Talk About. (Wait... maybe that should be the other way around...)
Asha'monkey: Is it just me or is the weekend almost over?
Nakazato Onikage: it's 9 hours from being over here
Asha'monkey: Yeah, I thought so.
Asha'monkey: You know what this means, don't you?
Nakazato Onikage: yeah, watch as much TV as I can cause no more during the weekday
Asha'monkey: *megaton punch*
Nakazato Onikage: what, I'm wrong?
Asha'monkey: No.
Nakazato Onikage: ah, so I was right
Asha'monkey: Yes. But you're still a liar.
Nakazato Onikage: *shakes his head* not necessarily...
Asha'monkey: Yes.
Nakazato Onikage: no
Nakazato Onikage: dammit
Asha'monkey: Liar.
Nakazato Onikage: fucker
Asha'monkey: Okay, then. Maybe not.
Asha'monkey: Oh, wait, yes.
Nakazato Onikage: gah, I'll update, for crying out loud
Asha'monkey: Heh heh, no big deal. I just like riding you for it. :D
Nakazato Onikage: hehe, you really are an asshole, aren't ya?
Nakazato Onikage: lol
Nakazato Onikage: fuck, I'll do it anyways
Asha'monkey: What can I say, man? Yours is the only other one worth reading half the time!
Nakazato Onikage: that's a half-assed compliment, bitch...
Nakazato Onikage: you can do fucking better
Asha'monkey: Half ass is as half ass does.
Nakazato Onikage: heh, that, I can agree on
Nakazato Onikage: okay okay, fine, I'll get an update out...That was on Sunday... many many weeks ago...
I had every intention to update. Just as I had opened up FrontPage to work, I had the sudden urge to put on some music. I played 'You Move Me', by Susan Ashton (Hey, Rene sent it to me... and I kinda like it now...). Okay, so I had music on... but after a while, it just kept looping. So then, I put up another song... and another... and another... and another. Soon after, I had a full playlist of more than 200 songs, spanning several different genres. Then I thought: "Hey, I bet I could make a non-stop mix of all this". So I opened up MixVibes, started mixing, and did that for about an hour. Afterwards, I played some King of Fighters 2001 (Angel, Vanessa, Mai, and May Lee are HOT!). After that, I got a bit sleepy, so then, I went to bed. What can I say, I'm easily distracted.
Anyways, let's do this...
To think... almost a month since my last update. Oh, I know what you're thinking. "Hey, he must have been real busy". Wrong. I had all the time in the world to do this, I just didn't do it. *shrugs* Maybe I'm getting tired of updating... or maybe I'm just tired of writing. I really don't know. It can't be because I'm tired of writing, cause here I am, and I expect this to be a real long (and very boring) update. Well, whatever it is, I'm sure it's just a little phase, and I'll be back doing weekly updates like during the summer. Who knows... maybe it'll become a daily thing.............. NOT!!!
First bit... instant messengers have taken over my life. I swear, the first thing I do when I get online is start up my IMs Trillian, and MSN (Oh God, I hate MSN with a passion... their smileys are the worst things ever!). Once opened and started, I chat with a few of my friends for a couple of hours. Prior to the beginning of the fall semester, TV and games used to dominate my life. Now, I spend very little time watching TV... close to like an hour a day... sometimes not even that much. That time dedicated to TV has now shifted into IM and forum time. It's good to talk to people. I've been called anti-social before, mostly cause I holed myself away to play my PS2 or Dreamcast. These days, I'm pretty much out and about now, hanging with the guys at the compsci lab in my spare time, actually talking about stuff, not just games. Yup, chat has changed me... definitely for the better.
Strange thing, though. Recently, I've been getting a few IM's from women in Puerto Rico, Argentina, Venezuela... pretty much all of South and Latin America. Some of them spoke english, so I was able to hold a decent conversation. The others, however... well, didn't speak a bit of it, so I was left saying: "Ummmmm..... I don't understand". It's a bit peculiar... all Latin women....... hot.... tanned... sexy..... Latin......... women......... argh, getting waaaaaay off-track here. I suppose they went and did a search for people to chat with, but out of millions of guys in the world, I get IMs from about eight latinas in one week. Weird, yo...
You want some weird shit, I have the thing right here. I was up late one night, chatting with Rene. I must have gotten tired, and stretched. Something catches my eye as I look at the upper wall. It appeared to be like a cord or something, just hanging there. I couldn't see clearly, so I went to turn on the light. I remember the words that came from my mouth that night... and it was:
HOLY FUCK! A SNAKE!!!
Son of a bitch... I had a brown tree snake just hanging on the wall, its eyes looking straight at me. I just panicked... but can you fuckin blame me? I had a goddamn snake inside my house! About half a minute passes, and the best plan I had, was to get a stick.... and do something. There was no way in hell I was touching the thing. FYI, brown tree snakes aren't venomous, but they have lots of pointy teeth... and it hurts when they bite. So I went into my kitchen, and picked up a extending paint pole.... don't ask why it was there. Anyways, I come back into the living room, and I look that bitch snake in the eye. Then, I bring up the stick, and jab it on the head. It must not have been happy, cause it dropped, and slithered over my computer. Damn, shivers were going up and down my body that time. I had NO fucking clue as to what I could do next. It slithered over my keyboard, and over the edge of my table... well, being the genius I was, I take my stick, and slam it down to the ground. It was pissed... striking at the stick like there was no tomorrow. A voice rang clear in my head, and it said: "Okay Einstein.... now what?!". I had an angry snake on one end of about five feet of aluminum pole, and no idea on what to do next. Another minute passes, so I decide to roll the pole along the ground until it reached just below the snake's head. I summoned up a huge amount of courage, moved in close, and grabbed it right where the pole was. The bitch was pissed... opening its mouth, and wrapping itself around my arm. It's not a pleasant feel... snakes. Not slimy, but smooth, cold, and slippery. Damn, I just ran outside, unwrapped it from my arm, and threw it into the jungle. I went back in, and told Rene about the whole thing... I think she got the shivers just hearing about it.
Anyways, that was weeks back. Today, I started out my day as I always did.... I turned on my PC, then logged onto my IMs. I talked to Rene for a bit, but then she had to go after a few minutes. My friend Elissa then came on, and we chatted for a bit. Two nights ago, she had been messing around with her sound card and microphone, trying to get them to work. The next morning, she told me that she had fixed it, and had made a few wav files. Now, she had sent one before, but it was so garbled with static, that you couldn't hear much. Hearing that she had the files, I asked if she would let me hear some. She sent me four files, and I just laughed my ass off... she was so funny. In one of them, she does a Ukranian accent, and suddenly starts to giggle. I'm telling you all..... she has the best damn giggle I have ever heard in my entire life. I swear, if you were to hear it, you would laugh immediately... even if you have no idea what she was giggling at. Well, this morning, we chatted for a bit, and then, she wanted to hear my voice. Well, I didn't have a microphone, so it just wasn't possible for me to make wav files of my voice. So, she suggested that she give me a call via phone. I was kinda nervous at the thought of that, but in the end, I was like: "Sure, why not?". We made an arrangement for her to call me up at the compsci lab at UOG. Everything was agreed on. I was still a bit nervous about the whole thing, but I said nothing. Seeing that it was 8am, I said my bye, and logged off. Before I was off, she sent one final message saying "*your phone rings*". I laughed, and thought nothing of it. I disconnected, and turned of my PC. Then, it happened............. my phone rang.
Immediately, my heart pounded harder. I said to myself: "Oh no.... she didn't.....". I just stared at the phone for what seemed to be about half a minute. I slowly moved to pick up the handset, and answered.... my heart racing faster now...
Turns out, it was a wrong number.....
I laughed, feeling a bit of relief. I went upstairs, and got ready for classes. I had just finished my morning physics class, so I went to the compsci lab immediately after, as I normally do. I saw Elissa online, and we chatted for a bit before she called up. Damn, I had the handset in my hands, and I was shaking...... badly. I went outside for fresh air when the phone rang. It was her.
Surprisingly, the conversation didn't go as bad as I thought it would. It was rather nice... to talk live to a friend. I was still a bit nervous, and I swore that I had stuttered a few times (I stutter when I'm nervous). But you know what? She had giggled practically the whole time... and it seemed to relax me. It was a warm, rich sound... very soothing. Well, we had talked for about two minutes, like we had agreed on. We said our byes, and then proceeded to chat over IMs again.
It was fun, and I really wouldn't mind doing it again.
Anyways, that's my update. I'll get the next one up.... ummm....... whenever. *Glares at Kev and Jeff*
-Joe
Tuesday September 16, 2003
It's Official... I'm Retarded...
Okay... you guys are scaring me now...
Never did I think there would be this explosion of journal activity by all my friends. I mean, damn, they're updating just about daily... and the stuff they write is pretty good (well, most of it, at least). Kevin has been IMing me recently, just about every damn day, wondering when I'll be updating my site. Well, here it is, asshole! Hope you fucking enjoy it!!! *Laughs out loud* I'm just kidding... I hope you _don't_ enjoy it...
Damn, I'm on a roll... (someone needs to get some butter).
Okay, okay... I'll stop.
I've been checking in on all the journals, and it's been fun reading. Now we have just about all the guys in on it... Kevin, Jon, Jeff, Chuck, and Jashon. I haven't kept in touch with Eric and Tony, so they're out of the picture until someone notifies them about this. Nut... well... I'd rather not call his constant bitching and moaning a journal, so I'll skip him. As for Dan... I still can't believe that fucker is getting married... I mean... he's DAN for crying out loud! I always figured Tony would be the first one down, and for a time, it seemed that way. Go figure...
Well, I commented on a few journals last week, so let me comment on the remaining ones:
Chuck:
Damn, dude. Daily updates just like Kev?! You guys are making me look bad with my weekly updates. Asshole...
*Laughs out loud* Just kidding, man. It's cool. Sorry to hear about the breakup, though. Hope you feel better soon. One suggestion: Take a long drive around. Doesn't matter where you go, just go. I tells ya, doin that works miracles.
Jashon:
....................................................... you scare me.............................................................
As for the rest of you guys:
Good job! Keep it up, or else.... *pulls out a dull spoon* I'll stab you in the neck with this.... BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Okay, let's get this shit started...
Class has been okay these past few weeks. Physics has been a pain, but that's cause we haven't gotten to the good stuff yet... still doing mostly statistics (if I want fucking statistics, I'll take a fucking statistics class, dammit). Linear algebra is kewl, but I can tell things will be getting harder as the weeks pass. Philosophy still manages to hold my attention... and that's quite a feat. Organization of Programming Languages sucks... need to code a program, using like 5 or 6 different computer languages... and I'm sure it will just piss me off. PE... there's only one reason I will stay in that class... and I will get to that in 'A Day in the Life of Joe'.
Shifting gears...
Have you ever seen a really affectionate couple? Ones that just can't get their hands off each other? Fuck, we have one of those in my physics class, and they sit right in front of me. Always hugging, staying close, it's like they're on honeymoon or some shit like that. Then, something happened today that... well, just read on...
WARNING: Some inappropriate stuff ahead (as if my whole page isn't?). Skip the stuff between the lines if you feel that you cannot handle it.
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So I'm there in physics, notebook and pencil out, ready to take notes and stuff. The couple comes in, and sits at the table in front of me. Usually, my compsci friends Jay and Jeff sit there, but they were late, and the couple stole the spot. I know that seats aren't assigned, but it's an unspoken rule that the spot you take on the first day, will be the spot you have for the whole year. Oh well, no harm, just J and Jeff will have to find themselves new desks.
So anyways, about 10 minutes pass, and Tseng is giving his lecture. All of a sudden, the chick is rubbing the guy's back. Ugh, sickening. And then... it got worse...
She slowly runs her hand down, to his front, and then goes lower... from what I saw, it looks like she had her hand over the guy's... well, you know. As soon as she was down there, the guy bent forward on the table, and just let her do what she was doing. I've seen public displays of affection, but this was WRONG! Of course, noone else noticed this because this was happening near the back of the class, and I was RIGHT BEHIND THEM. It seemed that the fuckers didn't give a shit about anybody watching, they were gonna do what they wanted to do anyways. I mean, they could have been considerate to all the single people (ie. ME), and gone to a broom closet and did their business there. Next time, I'm bringing some ice..... and a fucking stick.
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So can you say I'm bitter? Perhaps. But you know what? I'm just as bad as they are... but on a virtual level. For the past month, I have been online just about every morning at 1am, chatting with the one behind Rene, Nakazato's future wife. Call me crazy, but I've fallen for her again (Again?!). Yes, I'll admit it... she was the one that I was so broken over a few months back. At first, I only spoke to her through the forums. And then, I got this IM...
Session Start (AIM - NakazatoTakeshi1:-----): Thu Jul 31 04:27:36 2003
-----: hi there
NakazatoTakeshi1: hiya
-----: how are you doing
NakazatoTakeshi1: good, you?
-----: pretty well thanks
NakazatoTakeshi1: if you don't mind me asking, do I know you?
-----: do you mind if I add you to my listt
-----: oh yes
-----: aanother persona
NakazatoTakeshi1: by what name?
-----: Rene
NakazatoTakeshi1: lol, holy crap, I didn't know :)
-----: lol hiya
NakazatoTakeshi1: yeah, sure, add me to your list
-----: okies
-----: i have to go eat now so laters justt wanted to say it great rping with you
NakazatoTakeshi1: okay, I'll see ya around.
NakazatoTakeshi1: *waves*From there, it sorta took off. We talk quite a bit, and I enjoy her company. Since that day, there has been a clear change in me. I'm happier, I smile a bit more, and I laugh a bit harder. I was talking to Kev a while back, and he said I was smitten. I laughed it off, and jokingly agreed. But now that I look back, I realize that I really am. She makes me happy, and I'm damn grateful for that, so I don't mind staying up so early in the morning for her. Besides, she's worth it.
Okay, so this post ended all lovey-dovey... there's a first for everything...
Since this post was late by a few days, I left a little something extra for you all. I call it, A Day In The Life Of Joe. I brought a digicam with me, and took pics the whole day yesterday. Kinda boring, but I figure some of you might want to see this stuff... so, enjoy... or not... whatever. Go to the 'Pictures' section, and you'll find it there.
-Joe, Love Struck Son-of-a-Bitch
Sunday September 7, 2003
Nakazato Versus Joe
First of all, I just want to say one thing...
Holy SHIT!!!
I can't believe that most of my friends have just created their own web journals. In-fucking-credible. First Kevin, then Jon, now Jeff... it's almost scary how they followed up one after the other. A few more guys, and the circle will be complete. *glares at Chuck and Jashon* Ernest has his own journal, but it sucks. He promised that he would be making a "proper" website, but... I don't expect to see much from him (If you're reading this, Nut, yes, it's a fuckin' challenge, beeyatch!). Tony and Eric? Shit, haven't talked to those guys in ages, so I really couldn't care less. Anyways, the stuff that's being posted by my friends now is very informative, and very entertaining... Jon actually made me laugh... it almost seems like a sign of the Apocalypse. Kev is funny as always, and actually had me busting out in laughter at the computer lab up at UOG. Jeff, well, I'll get to him later. Nut? Well, he only writes up like 3 sentences, and calls it a post... most of the time he's bitching about something. Makes me want to fly out to Washington, punch him in the face, shout out, "Hey! Get over it!", and then punch him in the face one more time for good measure. Some of the guys have posted some stuff, which I felt like I had to reply to, so here goes:
Kevin:
You talked about how great it would be to come back to Guam for a few weeks. Well, talk to Jon before you make your plans. He was here for like 2 weeks, but he was bored as hell after the third day. Then again, he didn't have cable, and was stuck with a PS2 and a few games. We did try to go out and have fun, but then we realized how crappy everything had gone around here. Even though things are shitty at Arkansas, you at least have the option to escape. Two words, my friend.... road trip.
As for your latest post... if you don't want to lose shit, write out everything in notepad, then paste onto your journal. I've had that happen to me before, so I know how it feels to do a day's worth of posting, and then lose it all because of a connection timeout, or the dreaded 'Back' button. Oh yeah, fart jokes... always funny.
Jon:
Hey man... we only like to tease ya cause of all the shit you put us through when you were with Mel. Consider it as a kind of... let's say... payback... and as they say: "Payback's a bitch!". Muahahahahahahahahaha!
Jeff:
Heh, you're blaming me for starting all you guys on the journal thing? Dude, I made mine like sometime in April, and nothing happened then. It's just now in September that you're making one. If anything, blame Kevin, for getting Jon to write one, thus bringing out your competitive side to make one. Sure, maybe my page inspired Kev in the first place... but... umm... *points up to the sky* Look! A distraction! *runs far away while you're still looking up*.
Nut:
Dammit, your posts are always depressing. As they always say: "Life gives you lemons, make orange juice", or something like that............. *silence*.......... Post something cheerful, or I'll punch your neck!
Well, that's it for the replies, time to get on topic... let's do this.
Some of my readers know of my alter, Nakazato Onikage. Most of you guys know the real me, Joseph Tadeo. I figured, since I'm the both of these people, I should do a little showdown. So... here we go!
| Name | Nakazato Onikage | Joseph Tadeo |
| Age | 25 | 24 |
| Education | Trained in fighting by father, Junzo Onikage. Capable of reading, writing, and arithmetic. | UOG senior, computer science major. |
| Family | Brother: Kai. | Father, mother, two sisters, a grandmother, a great grandmother, many cousins, aunts, and uncles, spread through Guam, the Philippines, Germany, and the States. |
| Physical Conditioning | High strength, stamina, and agility. Medium intelligence and charisma. | Let's just say, I can plop my fat ass on the couch, and watch TV. I'm pretty strong, though... able to lift very heavy objects. |
| Romantic Ties | Engaged to marry Silver Sirene. | None. |
| Romantic Moments | Watching the sun set, standing on the walls of ShadowRaven Keep.
A carriage ride under the stars, while playing beautiful music on his antique gut-string guitar. |
Preparing a tax return (I'll explain later). |
As you can see, the differences are HUGE. Minus our age similarity, we are total opposites. Half a century, and Nakazato has pretty much led a full life. Me? Well, I'm still working on it. It's difficult to balance studies, net life, and a real life with a mere 24 hours per day.
You might have read the romantic moments row, and saw the tax return bit under my column. Well, that's a little thing I'd like to forget, but just can't because it's soooooooooooooooo stupid. It was sometime in April, like a few days before the tax deadline, when I'm approached by my friend Pauline, asking me if I can help out with her taxes. Well, at the time, I kinda had a bit of a crush on her. She was talking, and asking questions... problem was, I wasn't paying attention to her... I was just staring like an idiot. Snapping out of it, I realized that she had stopped talking, and was waiting for some answer from me. I freaked... I didn't know what I was going to say to her. Then, an idea popped into my head. I would offer to do her taxes for her, all I needed was a few bits of info, and I could get it done in a day. I figured I'd be able to get her phone number... you know... just in case I had to contact her for more info *wink wink*. And then afterwards, she'd be so thankful and impressed with my accounting skills, that we would go somewhere and just talk... get to know each other better.
So that's what I did. I offered to do her taxes. I got all her paperwork and her info. I asked if I could get her number... just in case I needed more info. She stopped, and smiled. She then said that if I needed to call her, I can always call up the computer lab, since she was there just about all the time. If she wasn't, then I would just leave a message for her......... fuck. Okay, so that didn't work out as planned, but maybe she'll be so thankful after I get her return done, that we'll do something nice together. After all, she was running close to the deadline, and preparing taxes isn't an easy thing to do.
Actually, that isn't true. Taxes are cake... it's just reading line after line... figuring what's taxable, what's not, interest, income... you get the idea. She had stocks... slightly more difficult, but still easy for me. I get her return done in about thirty minutes, then go up to the lab to drop it off to her. I imagined it all... she'd be so happy, she would kiss me, hug me, take me out to dinner, romantic walk on the beach, college wedding... well, maybe I didn't think that far... but it came damn close.
So I enter the lab, but she's not there... she had gone out and was expected back soon. Okay, so I get on a workstation, and I just mess around for about 10 minutes. Finally, she had arrived. I open my bag, pull out her return, and call her over. I then showed her all the work I did... kinda making it look like I had spend the full day working on it. I then made her sign it, and then smiled, expecting my reward. She smiled back, and then spoke:
"Thanks".
Shit... I did the work on such short notice, delivered it to her, didn't charge a single red cent, and all I get is 'Thanks'?! Even then, she didn't sound very sincere. No kiss, no hug, not even a sandwich from Subway... cause hell, I was hungry. Nope, all I get is an insincere thanks. That sucked. I found out later, though, that she and my friend Pedro were together, so I really never stood a chance in the first place. That's fine, not a problem... she could have made an effort to thank me a bit better... for all the work I went through for her....... bitch. Needless to say, I was pretty pissed. Ah well, that's just my luck.
Nakazato, on the other hand...
He's one romantic son-of-a-bitch... and he has got himself one hell of a woman... the best woman in the world I tells ya! He's one lucky bastard.
Well, I'll call this an update... got some forums to visit, and people to meet. Till next time, sh00tz!
-Joe
Sunday August 31, 2003
I Love You... Yet I Hate You So Much... Seriously!!!
Damn, I went to read my friend Kev's weblog again, and I couldn't stop laughing. The shit he posts is the best. I said I wanted to get a banner before I posted his link, but knowing him, I'll never get one. So, I took the liberty of making one for him. It's not the greatest, but it serves its purpose.
(Banner removed, can be found at bottom of main page.)
Kevin is starting off his weblog real well. Three straight days of posts, and no sign of slowing. I tells ya, that's pretty amazing. The most I've ever gotten was just two consecutive updates, and even then, one of the two posts were shitty. Read the bit in Kev's page about the muddy pond and Jashon with his walking stick... that had me in stitches. Yes, Jashon IS that crazy... I think it's because he plays too many video games... or maybe he was just born that way... the world may never know...
Anyways, on to the topic...
No, it's not about Rene. I love her to death, and never can I put the words 'hate' and 'Rene' in the same sentence......... ah shit, I just did. Anyways, it's not about her. It's about this game I picked up a while back, called Freelancer. I had a free trial issue of PC Gaming magazine, and it had a disc that had the Freelancer demo. Well, I played it, and I was hooked. It was gorgeous, it played well, and it promised a huge universe with something like 40 planets to visit. I had to have it. So I called up Gamestop, and asked about the game. They had it, but it sold for 60+ bucks! It could be the best damn game ever, but there's no way I'm going to pay that much for a PC game. I played the demo again, and I broke down. I went to Gamestop the next day to buy it. Luckily for me, they had lowered the price to 38 bucks. And then, all these sexy women surrounded me and kissed me all over, praising my supreme gaming skills, and then gave me a million dollars...... okay, maybe that didn't happen, but the game _was_ reduced in price. I grab the box, fork over 40 bucks, and run home, eager to install it.
I finally make it home, and I rip that bitch package up. Finally finding the disc, I turn on my PC, and proceed to install my new game. Once done, I launched it, and watched the intro movie... eyes stuck to the screen, as if I were watching porn or something...... umm, not that I watch porn, mind you... but I've heard things about it... *ahem*... moving on...
The main menu popped up, and I praised it. Oh, it was much more beautiful than I had ever imagined. I started a new game, and I was there, playing non-stop for 5 hours. That demo didn't do the full game justice. I thanked my lucky stars for bringing me together with this marvel. Well... that didn't last for too long...
Slowly, shit started to happen in the universe. Eventually, my char became the target of bounty hunters and the government. I was getting ambushed left and right, and it was getting much more difficult to complete the main missions. This one mission came up, where I was in this one station, and I had been tracked. Flying out, we were clearly outnumbered, and defeating a whole fleet with just your wingman (wingwoman, rather) just wasn't possible. I had started the mission with a full stock of nanobots and shield batteries, and I felt that I could survive, if just barely. When the battle started, I hit my thrusters, and just tried to avoid fire... an impossible task, considering that I had about 10 ships shooting at my ass all at the same time. I must have wasted down my stock of repairs to about 4 nanobots and 2 shield batteries. The station we were supposed to defend had just been destroyed, and we were forced to flee to another system. Good, that means this nightmare is over... Oh, how I wish it were true...
I made the hyperjump over, and I was sent coordinates to fly to. I hit the cruise engines, and fly off in that direction. Suddenly, we were stopped by bounty hunters, about 8 or 10 of them. Okay, I think I can handle this... So I fly out, and start attacking them. 3 hunters got behind me, and shot me dead. *sigh* Okay, I guess I'll try it again. Fly in, stopped by bounty hunters, shoot at them, they kill me again. It was getting frustrating, but I still think I can handle it...
*2 hours later*
Fly in, stopped by bounty hunters, try to flee, they kill me once again. It is at this time that I just snapped. I stood up, threw my chair to the floor, and stared at my monitor, screaming at it...
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO HERE?! DO YOU WANT ME TO PERFORM SOME FUCKING MIRACLE?! YES, I CAN HEAL THE BLIND AND TURN STONE TO BREAD, BUT BEATING THIS MISSION IS JUST IMPOSSIBLE!!!"
Finally realizing my anger, I picked my chair up off the ground, sat down, and took a few deep breaths. A bit relaxed, I played the mission again, hoping to finally beat it.
Fly in, stopped by bounty hunters, try to flee, failed, try to fight... they kill me again. I stood up, and punched the wall as hard as I could. I lost all feeling in my right hand... my mouse hand... the hand I NEEDED to play Freelancer. I gave up, and just turned off the PC. I played again the next day, and I finally beat that stupid mission... rather easily, I might add. I just don't understand it...
I still play the game, though. It's beautiful, and challenging. I tried to play online with Pending from SRC, but I had such bad lag that day, that it was just unplayable. Hopefully, we'll be able to get a session in sometime soon. It must be a blast in multiplayer.
One announcement before I close up: I'm getting married to Rene in a month, and I couldn't have found a better woman to spend my time with. I'll be updating Nakazato's Bio with a bit of our history. That should be completed in 2 weeks or so, depending on how much work my professors give me between now and the time of the wedding.
Guess I'll call this an update. Check out Kevin's Blog, you won't regret it. Till the next update... Laterz!
-Joe
Saturday August 30, 2003
What A Week...
First of all, I just want to let you guys know that my old friend from Guam now has his own blog. I just have five words for him...
It's about fuckin' time, beeyatch!!!
So far, the number of my friends that do regular updates is now up to two. *sadly shakes his head* What the hell, guys?! I know you all have PCs, so get on it and build somethin'. Kevin, new guy with the blog, wants to create a webring, or somethin' with all of us, and I think it's a damn good idea. Then I read the name he had for it... GuamBlog...... *snicker*...... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *wipes a tear from his eye* Great idea man, but what a shitty name... sorta sounds like some kind of new incurable disease when you say it fast enough.
"Hey man, you don't look so well."
"Yeah, I just came back from the doctor's office. He says I have Guamblog."
"GOOD LORD IN HEAVEN! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!"
Gah, that was just dumb. Ah well. It's good to finally read up on my old friends again. I remember Kevin used to have an old website, hosted at Geocities. He made the thing sometime in his senior year of high school... or somewhere around that time. It was pretty good. Then my friend Jeff figured out his password, and totally marked Kev's site. If I remember correctly, Jeff messed with his pictures, tagged the name "Akuma Oni" all over the place, and pretty much made a big mess. We laughed our asses off at that, it was so funny. Well, if anything, it was Kev's fault for setting up such a predictable password. The site is still around, so check it out here:
http://www.oocities.org/jedi_sniff/
I'll also post up links to his new blog, and the ones of my other friends if they create one. All I need from you guys is a banner. If you don't want to make one, just ask me, and I'll see what I can do. Also, you might notice the forum button in the frame. It's open to anyone that wants to discuss... well, whatever. It's still under construction, but I should have it done by next week. I'll still be spending the majority of my time at the ShadowRaven and Crimson Dragons boards, but I'll drop on by once in a while, to check in on things.
As you can read by the title of this update, you can tell I had one hell of a week. Was it good, or was it bad? Well, I'll leave it up to you to decide.
As you should know, the fall semester has begun, and I've started attending classes again. If you don't know, read the previous post, then come back, and we'll continue... don't worry, this post will still be here.
*Taps his foot, waiting for you to finish...*
Done? Good.
You know how shitty my schedule is... I start class in the early morning, and leave campus early evening. Since I spend so much time at the University, I should be sleeping more at home... key word there... should .
Really, I'm not sleeping much. I find myself resting at 10pm, and for some weird reason, I get up at 2am every time. Then, I turn on my PC, go online and chat all morning. Then I shower, change, and drive on down to UOG for the first class of the day, Physics. I can barely keep my eyes open there... it's just boring. Now I love science, but he's just reviewing high school mathematics. I had already taken a year of calculus and more advanced subjects, so nothing he was saying was new to me. You can't put the blame on my chat sessions, because I take Philosophy later in the day, and I am up and listening. After class, I find myself in the bathroom, dousing my head in water and slapping my face to wake up. It's a bit painful, but it works.
Okay, so physics is over, and I usually have a large break afterwards. I should be taking that opportunity to crash out on the couch and sleep at the lab, but instead, I find myself at a PC, just checking boards, posting, and chatting. The rest of the day is usually uneventful, so I end up going home after the last class of the day. Then the cycle begins again, I go to sleep at 10pm, wake at 2am, then chat. So altogether, I'd say I had a good 20 hours of sleep for the whole school week. Mind you, a normal person needs at least 8 hours a day... but who says I'm normal? Muahahahahahahaha!
A little thing happened on Thursday. I had just gone to my last class for the day, which was Organization of Programming Languages. I entered the class, and noone else was there. No problem, I'm usually the first one to arrive anyways. So I sit down, and start doing the homework that was due that day... if you know me personally, you know how much of a procrastinator I am. What lied ahead of me was about an hour's worth of work, and only five minutes to do it in. Piece of cake, I work so well under pressure. So I get to my work, and my classmates start pouring in. We're sitting around for about 10 minutes, and the professor hadn't arrived yet. Five more minutes passed, and I had just finished my work, but still no prof. Talk was going around of leaving for the day. UOG policy says, if an instructor is 15 minutes late, that class is cancelled for the day. Listening around, everybody wanted to leave, but noone wanted to be the first to go. Fuck that shit, if I can get an early out of a class, I'm taking it. So I take my work, place it on top of the table in the front of the room, and I leave. Some of the guys that were hanging around outside looked at me, and smiled. I smiled back, and continued to walk to my car. When I got to the parking lot, I hadn't gone halfway when I heard a voice call: Joseph! I turn around, and it's the professor! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I increased the speed of my walk, and I finally made it to my car. I jump in, and drive off as fast as I can. I knew I was sooooooo fucked come next class meeting...
The next day, I talked to a few of my friends. Apparently after I had left, everyone followed. Ah shit... I'll probably get the blame for all this... Oh well....
That's it. I'll have another update ready by next week, or before then if something real good hits. Check out the forum, and send me your blog URLs and banners. Till next time, later!!!
-Joe
Monday August 25, 2003
Back To School
(Shit... I was supposed to make this a two-part post about my first two days back at class. I've been so busy, that I wasn't able to post on time, so you get two posts for the price of one... you lucky SOBs.)
Have you ever noticed big changes when people are talking to the ones they love, as opposed to how they speak to their friends? For example, my friend Tony, who used to live here, would talk shit when us guys got together to play games. Not that he couldn't back it all up, the guy was pretty damn good, but he'd talk real loud and throw in words like 'bitch', 'fucker', and 'ass' every once in a while. Then when his girlfriend would call up, he'd speak all soft and gentle... fuckin' made me sick at the time. Oh how the tables have turned...
When I normally see my good friends online, I start up conversation with phrases like, 'What's up, beeyatch?!' or 'Whacha doin, fucka?'. But, when I'm chatting with her (yup, same one...), I just about go through the same thing my friend Tony did. My brain would temporarily delete all bad language, and add in words like 'hon', 'sweetheart', 'dear', and the dreaded one... 'love'. Throw in some hugging and kissing emotes, and you've got Joe, Love Struck Bastard. Not that it's a bad thing, but I just gotta remember that she's already got someone, and not get too carried away.
Anyways, on to the topic, beeyaaaaaaaaaatch!!!
Day 1
Yup, Wednesday was the first day of the Fall Semester. I actually enjoy going to class, but I fucked up big time... I held off registering for classes till two days before the University opened. What does that mean? It means, I was left with classes held at shitty times in the day. For example, on Monday and Wednesday, I have Physics from 9 to 10. After a two and a half hour break, I go to my Linear Algebra class at 12:30, and that lasts until 2. Another two hour break, then I go off for my final class at 4, and runs till 5:30.
Class time -> 1hr + 1.5hrs + 1.5hrs = 4 hours.
Break time -> 2.5hrs + 2hrs = 4.5 hours.
Ugh... that'll teach me to hold off registering for classes again...
Here's how the day went:
I arrived at the University at around 8:50 that morning. I went straight to my physics class (PH 251), and found myself a table at the back of the room. Dr. Tseng arrived on time, and then proceeded to give us a lecture. Now, I don't know how college is in the States, but here, we normally just get the syllabus passed out to us on the first day, and we're dismissed. Not Tseng... no... he decided to use the full hour. I stay awake, but just barely (hey, I'm not used to being up so early in the morning). Finally finished, I go straight to the computer lab, where a few of my friends we just hanging around. I find my PC, and just go online and do a few things. Half an hour into my first break, the internet dies out...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
We all scrambled to try and figure out what the problem was. We tried just about everything, but nothing worked. After an hour, we all gave up, and just sat there, in front of a computer... with no internet... *cry*
Another hour passed, and it was then time for me to go to my linear algebra class (MA 341). Dr. De Beer was the professor there, and I had him in my calculus classes before. He's a pretty cool guy, he gave us our syllabus, answered our questions, and we were off after just 20 minutes. I headed back to the lab again, hoping that the internet had come back up... it didn't. So I spent another two hours in front of a computer, doing nothing. Then one of my friends come in, and tells us that a radio station was holding a University Party, and there was free food and drinks. Holy shit... free food?! I'm there!
We walked from one end of the campus to the other, in search of food. Finally making it to the tents, we found a pan of red rice, fried chicken, and ribs, all lined up for grabs. Hell, I grabbed myself a paper plate, threw on some rice, and piled up on the chicken (didn't bother with the ribs, no barbecue sauce). Nodding our appreciation to the radio people, we made our way back to the lab, armed with our plates of food. Once we made it there, we were shocked to find out that the internet was working fine again. So there I was, drumstick in one hand, and a mouse in the other, surfing and eating at the same time. Okay, so the day started out pretty shitty, but it started getting better.
Finally done, I check the clock and realize that I had ten minutes to get to my last class. So I pack up my bag, and head straight out to the Field House, for Health and Wellness (PE 200). Now, I thought that I was going to learn about nutrition, exercise, and all that health shit. Turns out, in that class, we do the learning for a good 30 minutes, then it's straight to the field for a run. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! Those bastards lied to us! It's not "Health and Wellness", it's fuckin' physical education! What a bunch of shit! To top things off, it's a general education requirement, so I had to take the class anyways. *Sigh* Whatever, at least I get to see girls in tight tank tops....... shit, I wish I had thought of that earlier... I would have taken PE each semester... The Professor? He's like one of those guys selling exercise equipment on TV, 'cept he's not crazy like those guys are. The word he used most often in his lecture? 'Positive'. Ugh, he's like an aerobics instructor... Anyways, we get out early also, and I drive home and sleep once I get there... I was tired after being holed up at UOG for 8 straight hours.
Day 2
Thursday, second day of class. I slept early the other day, and I woke sometime at midnight. Instead of forcing myself back to sleep, I go online and chat... BIG MISTAKE. I ended up chatting all morning, and by the time my eyelids were getting heavy, it was already time for me to get ready for class. First class of the day, Physics lab, from 8am till 11am. After that, Philosophy, from 4 till 5:30pm. Finally, I had Organization of Programming Languages, from 5:30 to 7pm.
Class time -> 3hrs + 1.5hrs + 1.5hrs = 6 hours.
Break time -> 5 hours.
In this case, I have more class hours this day than the day before... but unfortunately, my break is one big 5 hour chunk. Again, shitty schedule, it'll teach me to hold off on registration. Let's dissect the day, shall we?
Physics lab. I really messed up, cause I was up all morning chatting, and now, I was barely awake for the class. Not that it mattered, the lecture was pretty much the same one from the day before. Sad part was... there were only four students in the lab, including me. Well, at least we were released early. Good thing, I really wanted to get some sleep when I got to the lab. All I had to do was plop my fat ass onto the couch, and just doze off.
Well, things don't always go as planned. I got on the PC, and guess what I did. Yup, I was chatted again. *slaps himself on the forehead.* No, not for one, two, or three hours... I went the distance, and stayed on for the whole 5 hours. I am soooooo stupid.
When 4pm came around, I had been up for 16 straight hours. I was half-asleep as I walked to Philosophy, kinda felt like I was sleepwalking. Anyways, I finally made it to class, and found myself a nice seat at the back of the room. The professor came in, and he began his lecture. Well, actually, he asked us different questions... why did we choose this class, what does philosophy mean to us, and yadda yadda yadda. After picking on a few poor souls, he pointed at me, and asked a question... hell if I knew what it was, I was half a-fucking-sleep. He stopped talking, expecting an answer from me. Shit, I just picked a word at random from my brain, and I just said: "Happiness?". Apparently, the answer was wrong, because he had a confused look on his face. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I'm damn good. So he asked a few more questions from random people, then he went into his lecture... and it was so damn good, I was actually listening. He used up all the class time, but it was time well-spent.
Last class of the day, and I had been up for 17 and a half hours. You have no idea how badly I wanted to get to sleep. I walked over to the science building, and found myself a table at the back of the room (I don't know, I just like to sit in the back). Dr. Swanson, the professor, came in, and gave us a 5 page test... on our first day there! Well, it wasn't to be graded, but still, actual work on the first day? Inconceivable! I just finished that shit as fast as I could, and left... I didn't want to stay up one minute longer than I had to.
Summary:
It was good to be back at class, but at the same time, I know I'm going to miss my all-nighters. No matter, I installed AIM at the lab, so I can chat while on my breaks. As for my classes... bah, cake like usual. As long as I pay attention to the lectures, I won't need to cram, or join any study groups. Then, I can use that spare time for gaming... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
That's it for today. Now that I know how my week will go, I can get a normal set of updates here, like I had during the summer. See you next update!
-Joe
Saturday August 16, 2003
I Had A Dream... And I Want It Back, Dammit!!!
I got a few comments about the dream sequence from the last post, mostly to the tune of: "Damn man, that sucks". Yeah, tell me about it... For the past three days, I've been trying to get that same dream again, but nothing. All I get is me in front of the TV, playing games. What the fuck, even in my dreams, I'm still a loser. *sigh* God, if you give me my Daytona 2 dream again, I swear, I'll build a church for you. My only condition is that I get to actually FINISH the dream. Ugh, whatever... moving on...
I was up again practically all night, last night, chatting over AIM, and making posts on the different DC clan forums. I usually have so much fun chatting with her (yeah, you know who I'm talking about), that I never feel tired. Call me crazy, but I still like her... a lot.
*Joe rests his head in his arms, and sighs blissfully. Just then, Joe's Evil Conscience comes in to put an end to this happy moment, and stabs Joe in the neck with his pitchfork.*
-Hey dipshit, get back to your fucking post!
Yes master, sorry master...
-And you're not fucking cursing enough, fucker! What the fuck do you think this webpage fucking is, fucking rated PG?
No sir, sorry sir...
*Joe's Evil Conscience laughs maniacally, and disappears in a puff of smoke.*
Ahem... so where was I? Ah yes, I fucking remember now... ^_^ (AHHHHHHHHH!!! It's that stupid smiley again!)
So there I was, chatting with her, enjoying my time, listening to Susan Ashton's song, You Move Me, when all of a sudden, someone IMs me some porno ad. I don't know about you, but that kinda shit annoys the hell out of me. It's bad enough that we endure pop-up banner ads, but when they start invading your IMs, that's where I draw the line. So I let them have it... here's the log, slightly edited to protect the stupid bitch:
Session Start (MSN - jatadeo@hotmail.com:mona****@hotmail.com): Sat Aug 16 02:33:32 2003
Little_Girl: Hey! Check ot my webcam at (Link: http://webcamgirls.**.**)http://webcamgirls.**.**
Big Joe: FUCK YOU! I'M NOT GOING TO CHECK YOUR WEBCAM, YOU'RE PORBABLY SOME STUPID UGLY HO THAT NOBODY WANTS TO SEE ANYWAYS! GIVE ME A MILLION DOLARS, AND I STILL WON'T GO, BECAUSE YOU WEB CHICKS R SLUTS ANYWAYS! YOU IM ME AGAIN AND GOD HELP ME, I"LL HACK YER PC, AND I'LL EXPOSE YOU FOR THE HIDEOUS BITCH U ARE!!! SUCK MY TOE!!!
Session Close (mona****@hotmail.com): Sat Aug 16 02:36:01 2003Then I blocked 'em. Hehhehheh. Yes, I was rude as hell, but they interrupted a very nice conversation I was having.
Well, I guess I'll call this an update. Until next time.... later!
-Joe
Thursday August 14, 2003
I've Come To A Realization...
So there I was, playing Daytona 2 at Gameworks, when all of a sudden, three beautiful women approach me. I thought they were going to play against each other, and they needed the machine I was on. Before I could get up to leave, they stop me, and surround me from the left, right, and the rear. The one behind me was massaging my shoulders, and the ones next to me were caressing my arms. Then the one on my right bends over and whispers into my ear: "I love the way you play, can you do that again?" I was like: "Sure, why not." So I insert my card, and spent my last 7 credits on a final game of Daytona 2. Every drift I did, I could hear the "oooooooh's" and "aaaaaaaaaah's" coming from around me. I was fucking flawless, and I broke my previous record, 2 minutes, 50 seconds on the Challenge track (I hold all the time records for all the courses in Daytona 2 on Guam). Once I hit that finish line, they were cheering loudly, and then proceeded to hug me all over... I even felt their boobs pressing against me. The one behind me (the sexiest in the group... well, they were all sexy, but she was a Japanese cutie) put her lips near my ear and whispered: "That was great. How about you come home with me and have a victory celebration with us?" She then licked my earlobe, and it sent a tingle up my spine. I was like: "Uhhhh..... okay." They all giggled, and kissed me all over. The girl on my left softly said: "We'll give you a victory celebration you'll never... ever... forget..."
Then I wake up, all sweaty and breathing heavily.
Bull fucking shit, man! That had to have been my best dream ever, and I wake up before I even get to score. I tried to go back to sleep and dream out the last moments again, but no luck. Dammit. Oh well, on to today's topic.
Love is stupid... plain and simple.
I just realized that my prior emotional outburst didn't emanate solely from the events of last week, but rather it was from 12 to 14 years of pent up frustration. I'm probably going to regret posting this, but it's true... I've never had myself a girlfriend, or even anything remotely close to that.
I spent all day Tuesday just driving around the island, visiting different public places, like the mall. All I could see were couples, and that pissed me off. I mean, fuck, all these people were arm-in-arm, holding hands, or kissing. You all know how I feel about public displays of affection... oh, what I would have done for a bucket of ice water that day. I hated how close they all were... yet at the same time, I wanted to feel some of that for myself, if only for an instant. A change of attitude came to me that day. I said to myself: Fuck it. If I can't ever feel love, then I'm going to be the coldest mother fucker this world has ever seen. So, I'd like to present to you, the new Joe... cold-hearted asshole, cares about no one but himself... and a select few. Now, it's time for Uncle Joey to tell you a story to show why love is so stupid...
I doubt many of you know about UOG's Blue Night, so I'll enlighten you now. Blue Night is 6 hours of music, stupid contests, and titties. Yup, college titties. Blue Night used to be a cultural festival, but then degraded over the years into a lesser U.S. Spring Break. To protect the innocent, I'll be changing some names.
So me, Jayshon, and John decide to go over, and check it out. Since I was the only one that had a car available at the time, I was the one to provide the ride. So I drop by John's house first. He says he has to call his mom before he can go. I say: "Fine, I'll pick up Jayshon, then I'm coming back to pick you up." So I drive down to Jayshon's house, pick him up, then drive back to John's house, a total of, I don't know, 10 miles. So, we get to John's house, knock on his door, and he lets us in, but his eyes are all red. We're like: "What's up, your mom won't let you go?" Me and Jayshon were chuckling, until we heard the real reason. John called to tell his girlfriend that he was going to the boob-fest, but she DIDN'T ALLOW HIM TO GO! We were shocked... stunned... that dumbass called his girlfriend and ASKED if he could go. Talk about fucking whipped! So we left him at home, and Jayshon and me got to see some boobies. A few months later, John's bitch of a girlfriend leaves for college in the states, and she emails him that she wants to break up. She gave him a "Dear John" letter. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh, that's rich. Sometimes I just crack myself up. *wipes a tear from his eye*
Not to worry though, John is one strong ass mofo. Sure, he was upset at the time, but he got over it. He too, knows how stupid love really is. He was so cool about it, that he gave me the Dreamcast keyboard that his girlfriend gave him. Now that's what I call, "Getting Over It".
Yeah, I can see Jayshon laughing his ass off from reading this. I got a story about you too, bub, but I'll save it for another time. You are just as bad now as John was then. Let me borrow your copy of Bust A Groove 2, and your story will never see the light of day. God, I love blackmail.
I really can't blame those guys, though. When you're in love, you'll do just about anything to make him or her happy.
Well, I'll call that an update. Holy shit, I feel so much better now. Ladies, if you still want to apply to become my girlfriend, the form can be found below, 2 posts below this one. Fill it out, email it to me, and we'll talk. *winks his eye* That's it for me, later!
-Joe, the World's Most Cold-Hearted Bastard
Monday August 11, 2003
The Day After...
What a shitty way to end yesterday's post. Are things any better? Maybe... maybe not... I just don't know myself.
After I posted, I tried to sleep, but the tears never stopped. I used to pride myself on my strength... but last night, I was disgusted with myself for crying. Eventually, I did fall asleep.
I woke sometime around 9 the next morning. On normal days, I turn on the computer and immediately go online... this time, I found that hard to do... but I had to face her, and tell her exactly how I felt. So I went online, and she was there. I had opened up a window so I could talk to her, but I just couldn't find the right words to say. She was the first to speak... she apologized. Apparently, she saw my post yesterday, and knew it was about her. I tried my best to reassure her that it wasn't her fault... none of it was. We talked for about 30 minutes... the whole time I was holding back tears. I told her that I just needed time to rethink things. She understood, and we closed the chat. I went upstairs to my room, and just stayed there.
I went back downstairs after two or three hours, and I turned on the PC again. I still wasn't sure whether what had happened was all real, or if I was having some terrible nightmare. I went into my chat program, and read the log of our conversation... sure enough, it was real.
Somehow, for some odd reason... I started writing. I don't know, but it seemed to give me a bit of relief and comfort. I just kept writing for what seemed to be an hour or so. Feeling a bit better, I brought out my anime collection, and just watched some Initial D. It's just something about it that takes all my cares and worries away. I watched a few episodes, and I went upstairs again... this time to get some sleep. I was just exhausted. I must have slept at 3 in the afternoon, and woke around 8 in the evening. I came back downstairs, and here I am, writing this post. I hadn't eaten much all day... just a sandwich and some soda, my appetite just wasn't there. I'm feeling a bit better now, but still hurting.
I want you all to know this: suicide is never an option for me. No matter how shitty things get, I would never kill myself over it. The past event really shattered me, but I'm not about to snuff out my flame just because of it. I'll get through this... it may take a day, maybe a week... maybe a month, who knows... but I _will_ get over it. I just need time to collect my thoughts and sort things out.
Even though our time together was short... I really cared for her... I would have done anything to make her happy. People will think I'm a fool... but I really was in love with her. Maybe it's stupid... but it's true.
-Joe
Sunday August 10, 2003
Want To Be My Girl? Fill Out The Application. (Edit: Application Removed)
As you can see, I've got a new setup for the page. I liked the old setup, but the text was hard to see at times. I made quite a few fixes, but there's still lots to do, and more tweaking to be done. Funny thing, though. I remembered how I wrote that if I got myself Dreamweaver and Photoshop, that this page would rock. Well, I finally got both programs, but I haven't used them yet. I took a look at Dreamweaver first, and I'm like: Damn, how the hell do you work this thing? Same thing for Photoshop. There's just waaaay too many features there that I'm not familiar with. However, I did a few cool things with it, like lens flare. Holy crap, I must have been messing around with that like all day. I got all my samurai art files, and just applied a lens flare to all the swords... and it looks badass. Check the pic in Nakazato's Bio, and you'll see that I applied it even there. Of course, it was the only thing that I knew how to do. Photoshop is one hell of a complex program, but I'm sure I can get the hang of it in a month or so. I'm sure Dreamweaver is a powerful app also, and I'll try to get the hang of it too.
Well, I was planning on updating yesterday, but my friend Jashon came over to my house (unannounced, I might add), and we ended up playing games for a few hours. He must have been reading my posts here, because he asked why I ever even posted "The Reason I'm Still Single". Well, the reason is simple... I was venting. Do I wish I could just take it all back as if it never happened? You bet your ass I do. Will I remove it and act like I never posted it? No, I won't. Like I said before, I post this stuff up so I don't forget any of it, even if it is a shitty and painful memory. It does kinda help to get it all out in the open, though. Anyways... umm, where was I? Ah, I remember now...
So me and J played games practically all day. I'll tell you this, that bitch is my nemesis. Most every game we play is a close match. I improve in my skills, he adjusts and gets slightly better. I adapt to his new style, and pull ahead. It's always fun challenging him, but at the same time, I hate the asshole for being so damn good. First game we play was Marvel vs Capcom 2 on the DC. There are 56 characters in that entire game, but we use only 4. I use two Guiles and a Captain Commando, he uses two Cyclops and a Jin. Close battles all the way through. We did a best of 13 series, and I came out on top in the last match. There was the occasional landslide, but it was tight most of the time. The bastard switched strategy in the middle of the series, but I adapted soon after. Our skills are very even, and some matches relied on pure luck. It was good fun the whole time, never a dull moment... well, except for the brief loading spots.
Then we played stuff like Capcom vs SNK, Capcom vs SNK 2, Soul Calibur, and Street Fighter 3: Third Strike, where he then proceeded to hand me my ass on a silver platter. Don't get me wrong, I won some fights, but most of the time it was his wins. Whatever, I'm just not familiar with the controller anymore... too used to keyboard and mouse... yeah, that's it. Anyways, on to the topic...
Yes yes, I know the topic is stupid. I was debating against myself on whether I should do this or not. Well, my evil side prevailed, as it usually does, and now I have this here. So what's the purpose behind it all? I don't know......... I just..... don't...... know. Heh, actually, I had a job application in front of me on my desk, and I thought it would be fun if I messed around and came up with something completely stupid, but humorous at same time. *Reads the application again* Ummm, nevermind, it's just plain stupid, ignore the whole thing.
Nakazato Report:
Nakazato just got engaged to Rene. Long story short, Nakazato does his Titan joust, and is temporarily possessed. While unconscious, the spirit and Naka debate in his soul, and makes Naka realize how much he loves her. So, he comes to, and takes her to a special place, and gives her one of his most prized possessions... his mother's necklace. Of course she doesn't know that it once belonged to his mother, but she accepts the gift. Nakazato proposed right there, and she agreed. (Sorry if I'm lacking in detail, but I'm planning on creating a story on the whole thing)
End report.
I've been talking quite a lot over IM to this one girl. Me and her chat just about all the time. I guess I got myself a little too attached to her... I found out today that she has a rl guy... and I was heartbroken. Kinda sucks, but what the hell was I thinking. This perfect woman comes into my life, and I think somehow we can be something. I should have known... I really should have known. I was beginning to fall for her... I shouldn't have been so naive. Was it really love, or was I just longing for something... or someone. I don't know if I can face her anymore.... It just sucks.... It's times like this where I wish I could live Nakazato's life, and end my shitty existence. Ugh, I feel sick.
Sorry if the post ended on a sour note. I really hadn't intended it to end this way. I hope I'll feel better to post something more upbeat next time.
-Joe
Monday August 4, 2003
NOOOOO!!! I Don't Wanna Go Back To School!!!
Aaaargh, what a load of crap. I gotta pick my classes for the Fall semester in 2 days. *grumble* One more year, and I don't have to worry about projects, exams, and papers... just one more year...
Thinking back of the Summer, all I can really remember is all the times I've spent sitting in front of my computer. Half of that time was spent chatting on the Dragon Court clan forums, and the other half was spent playing games. The games bit I regret, but not the chatting on the forums. I've met many nice people there, and some have become good friends. Rene, Wurm, Enchant, Cynn, Xod, Linsha, Imp, Vodka, Zoe, Brightmeadow, Kip, Adnerb, Ocy, Angelguard, and Tarsla, just to name a few (There's many, many more, and I'm sorry if I don't have you listed). Even though they live in different parts of the world, I still consider them to be like family to me.
It's just about official... Dragon Court, as we know it now, is dead. It's no secret that Fred intended to drive the clans of DC into the ground. Well, you've succeeded fucker, congratulations. The way he approached it has to have been THE WORST possible way to go about it. Disabling 'peer' totally crippled our Armory, and the 'done' button broke down our enchanting department. Playing the game actually became somewhat of a health hazard. I loved the game, but if this is the way he treats the loyal players of DC, then screw him, we'll just find another game to play. I propose that someone, doesn't matter who, starts a new clan called, Fuck You Fred. Once created, we all quit our current clan, and switch over to FYF. If we can get half of each of the top 24 clans in FYF, then I guarantee that it'll be the top clan in DC. That will send him a message: You fuck with us, so fuck you. I'm relatively new to DC, but I felt a pretty big hit when the update went public. I can't fathom how the veterans, who have spent years building up their characters, must feel. Screw it, I don't want to talk about it anymore. I was going to talk about DC2, but I'm all pissed off now, but you pretty much know what I'm going to say - Blah blah blah asshole. Blah blah fuck blah. Blah blah DC2 BLOWS blah.... well, you get the picture.
?????? Heh, no wonder I'm so pissed... I've got a mix of Godsmack, Linkin Park, and Disturbed playing. Okay, I'd better switch to something softer, so this update doesn't become a total rant. *Switches over to that gut string guitar mp3 download* Anger... decreasing.... heartbeat.... slowing.... Ahhh, much better.
Listening to the song, I just can't help but envision Nakazato and Rene together in that carriage. It was just the perfect situation to break out that song. Prior to the Naka and Rene romance, I was constantly listening to the Initial D soundtrack, which consisted mostly of Eurobeat, and JPop. Now, I find myself listening to slower songs, like Nao Chora Menina (Final Fantasy), Love Song (Macross), My Only Love (Sailor Moon), and even First Love, by Hikaru Utada. I know that there is no real romance between myself and the one behind Rene, but a part of myself lives in Nakazato, so I can't help but feel connected. Brightmeadow sums it up in her poem, which is one of few that I can actually relate to. Here's the link:
http://www.treetoptavern.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=354 (note: You must register to the forum in order to read.)
I'm tellin' ya, that is one of the best poems I have _ever_ read. If Brightmeadow was here, I'd hug and kiss her all day. Too bad she lives down under.... wait a minute.... Guam is pretty close to Australia.... perhaps a swim is in order. Okay BM, you can expect to see me over in two weeks, and please, have lots of food, water, and lip balm ready. ^_^ (Gah! There's that smiley again!)
Okay, I have some more downloads for you guys. I'll just have 'em here as links until I can get a proper page set for them.
Nakazato's Bio and Information (Edit: Link can be found on content frame)
Nakazato's Theme (Edit: Removed)
If the links don't work, please try later. I'll try to get everything up ASAP.
Okay, I think I've had enough for today. I have a few posts to make, then hopefully I can get some sleep. Later!
-Joe
Sunday August 3, 2003
Can You Feel The Lub Tonight?
Okay, I made a sight change in format. I'm going to keep 5 updates on the main page instead of 3. Why? Because I'm too lazy to cut and paste old news to my archives page. It's 5:30 in the morning as I type this, and I don't feel like doing anything other than writing.
So why update so early?
One: My sleep schedule is crazy right now. I'm sleeping at 8 in the morning, wake up at 12 in the afternoon, then I sleep at 10 that night, and wake again at 2 or 3 the next morning. Repeat.
Two: There's nothing else for me to do. I just played all the Samurai Showdown games on my PC, and now that I'm done, I'm bored again. So what do I do when I'm bored? I update my page.
Let's start this thing.
You may be looking at the title of the previous post, and are now wondering what's going on. Well, it's exactly what it says... I have a DC girl.
Well, not quite.
I visit many DC clan boards, and I usually post like I normally speak. However, there are times when I must roleplay. That is, I take on the persona of my alter-ego, Nakazato Onikage, wandering samurai, loner, and all-around nice guy (Bwahahaha! Yeah, right). Okay, so I'm posting around, and I'm roleplaying at this one board. Switching to RP mode:
Nakazato sees a woman behind him, and invites her over for a drink. Her name is Silver Sirene, and she's a very shy, timid woman. So they start talking, and then eventually become good friends. He leaves for a while, only to come back to invite the whole clan over to a luau that his clan is holding. The day of the luau, Nakazato spots Rene (Silver Sirene), and he just hangs out with her the whole time. Near the end of it, She and another girl are just having fun drinking and stuff. He makes a joke about them drinking too much, and she is shocked and wants to leave, never to return. Nakazato is like: Whoa, it was only a joke, please, stay around a little longer. She stays, and Naka takes her to a scenic spot on the castle. They talk, one thing leads to another, and they kiss, with Naka's clanmates totally eavesdropping and interrupting. End RP mode.
At this time, my heart is racing, like I'm really there. The exact same thing that happened when I was with Stormy at KoBra MUD. So right there, I have myself a Dragon Court girlfriend. Mind you, this is roleplay, so I'm not internet dating, I'm just character dating. Gah, I wish my life were like Nakazato's, that lucky son-of-a-bitch.
You're probably wondering what the download was. It's a gut string guitar mp3. Really awesome song, I'm listening to it now as I type. The whole thing behind it, was that Naka had to travel to another place, and Rene wanted to go with him that night. So he sets up a carriage, drops the top, lines the floor with quilts and pillows. While she laid there, he takes his gut guitar, and plays for her.
I am sooooooo fucking romantic, aren't I? Damn, if I had myself a real-life girlfriend, I'd be doing the same shit, I swear. Ah, Joe, alas, that will never happen. God has a funny sense of humor. I posted about being single, so he gives my alter-ego a girl. Okay God, now how about you throw a real one down my way, sometime soon please? Yeah right, like that'll happen. *sigh*
Keeping in with Dragon Court... the new version is now official... and it blows. The 'next' and 'done' buttons totally suck, peer no longer works, so I can't do anything in the Armory, the clan has no more powers. It's buggy as hell, I don't know why it was released. Everybody playing it agrees that it's pure shit, and that a lot of players will be quitting. I'm considering giving away my equipment, and letting my chars get reaped. Although if that does happen, I'll probably buy myself a copy of Diablo 2 and the expansion pack, and help my clan out there. Most of the regulars at SRC are like a real family to me, and I couldn't bear leaving just cause the game that got me there dies out.
Guess I'll call it an update. The sun is now up, and I have a few more posts to make after I upload this. Gonna have Naka sweep his woman off her feet, while I stay here... typing the shit out. Gah, it's a lonely life. Ah well, least I still have my games.
Later!!!
-Joe
Saturday August 2, 2003
Not An Update, Just A Little Something For My DC Girl.
The file can be downloaded here. Enjoy. (Edit: Link Removed)
-Joe
Tuesday July 29, 2003
The Reason I'm Still Single.
Before I get into today's topic, I'd like to say a few things. Fart. Ass. Boobs.
Ahh, that was fun. But really, I got a few IMs from my friends about my site, all saying how shitty this little piece of webspace is. Well fuck you guys!!! Hahahahaha! Just kidding. They seem to enjoy reading about the shit happening around here, and I guess it's motivation for me to keep writing, however boring it may seem to me. Ah well, one man's Catcher in the Rye is another man's Fellowship of the Ring... gah, that doesn't even make sense. Fuck it, on to the topic.
I was just invited to go to one of my friend's bachelor party for this weekend. Shit, mark another one off, damn guys are settling down left and right. Most of the guys I hang with are with someone, or already married, and I'm one of the few single guys left in the bunch. Don't get me wrong, it's great being single, but one gets sick of being alone all the time. Especially when these fuckers I call friends bring their girlfriends everywhere when we hang out. I mean, damn, the chick doesn't like playing games, and you bring her to a LAN party? The shit that pisses me off the most are PDAs (Public Displays of Affection). For crying out loud, the mall is for shopping, not for hugging, kissing, baby-talk, holding hands and all that other shit... so get a fucking room!!!
If you've read this far, you'd think I'm a bitter man. Fact is, yes I am. But deep down, I really DO want something like those couples have. That's why I play games... to keep that shit off my mind. It's hard to think about that kind of stuff when you're unleashing a can of whoop-ass on your opponent in a fighting game, or annihilating some poor village with your army of undead in an RTS. But eventually, the game ends, and reality kicks you in the nuts again. Did I choose to stay single? Absolutely not. How come I'm still single? Read on...
Flashback time. 1st grade, Harvest Christian Academy. I was just some chubby kid in a class of about 20. There was this one girl that I liked, and she kinda liked me too. Brooke, I believe her name was. Chinese, long black hair, very cute (I guess she's the reason I like Asian women so much). We stayed with each other just about all the time, but unfortunately, I was transferred to a public school the next year. Zoom ahead a few years...
Tenth grade, sophomore year in high school. My freshman year wasn't so great, had to make a lot of adjustments, and everyone was older than me. But now that I had a year of experience, I felt that it would be an awesome year. My first class was social studies, not my forte, but I held my own there. The teacher was some grumpy bitch, always lecturing, and never gave us the chance to do anything much but listen. Whatever, just as long as I pass, I'm happy. Besides, there were some real good looking chicks around, so even though the teacher was boring, the girls always kept my attention up in that class. And there was that one...
To protect her identity, I'll just call her by her first name, Lynette. Wow, what can I say. Black hair, nice eyes, white skin, and big.... ahem... you know. My eyes always seemed to be pasted on her, it was hard looking at anything else. It was almost like being in the presence of a goddess. Did she know me? Hell no. I was just a Magic playing, nerdy, fat guy. But dammit, I was going to make her notice me... somehow. How did I do this? I cracked a few jokes when there were openings in the teacher's lecture. Got the whole class laughing their ass off. Hell, sometimes even the teacher laughed. But I had accomplished my mission, the whole class took notice of me, and Lynette did too. Woo woo!
Okay, so a few months pass, and I'm still unable to talk to her. I wanted to break the ice... but how? Bingo! I'll just leave some notes in her locker, make it out to be like a secret admirer, and watch on as she tries to figure out how it is. The notes weren't anything big. Just stuff like, "I like you, how about we have lunch sometime". I figured it was working, since the day after I left the note, she came into class all excited and talking to her girlfriends. Cool, I'll just keep it up, leaving little traces of my identity, and eventually she walk up to me, and we'll talk, and be together forever like some fairy tale ending. Fuck, if I could get myself a time machine, I'd go back and smack myself up. From here on, it doesn't get any better...
With the clues I kept giving her, she eventually found out who I was. I thought she'd be running into my arms, but it was the total opposite. She practically ran the other way everytime she saw me. Ah shit, I still didn't win her over, even after all those nice things I wrote about her in those notes. I was fucking poetic there, and she never looked at me again afterwards. Ah fuck it, I'll give her one more note, saying how sorry I was for not living up to her expectations, and that I would never bother her again. I even enclosed a gold ring with some Chinese character on the face. Hell if I knew what the character meant, so I bullshitted and said it was Chinese for 'Love'. It was the end of the year, and I wouldn't need to see her anymore. I was heartbroken, but nothing real serious. Just as long as I didn't have to see her again.
As I've always said before, God hates me. 11th grade came and went, nothing too exciting. Senior year in high school, and guess who's in my English class? You fucking guessed it, Lynette. Not only that, but the teacher there assigned seats, and we were seated RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER!!! Fuck, fuck, double fuck, triple fuck! Okay, take it easy, just as long as nothing is brought up about the notes and all, I'll be okay. A few weeks later, she gives me all my notes back, and the ring, and she shakes her head and just says: I don't think so.
I was fucking shattered. The least she could have done was burn the damn letters, and throw away the ring. But nooooooo, she had to save it all and give it back. Damn it all to Hell. It's just more proof to show that God truly _does_ hate me. So I spent the remaining part of the year avoiding her like the plague, scared as hell to hear what she has to say if she ever had the chance to speak to me.
I graduated that year, and I moved on to the University of Guam, where I am presently. I meet very nice girls in all my classes, and get to talk to lots of them, but I just can't seem to ask them out for anything. Why?
I am afraid of women... to be specific, beautiful women.
It's as simple as that. I fear having that shit happen all over again. If I'm looking at a woman, and she turns to look at me, I immediately turn away. If I'm touched by a woman, I shiver. If she's talking to me, I stutter... badly. Gah, I'm doomed to live the single life forever. I'll be a hermit, just watching TV and playing games for the rest of my life, occasionally going to the grocery store to buy food. And if I see any of you couples doing PDAs, watch the fuck out, cause I'll be armed with a bucket of ice cold water, and I won't be afraid to use it.
So what am I going to do when I go to my friend's bachelor party? I'm going to watch strippers, drink beer, and have fun... and if, somehow, a stripper comes up to me, then I'm going to give her a dollar. But I guaranDAMNtee, I'll never find the courage to ask her out.
Well, I'll call this an update. Kinda feels good to let all this shit out, almost like therapy... only cheaper... and not as effective. Eh, whatever.
-Joe
Wednesday July 23, 2003
Ever Have One Of Those Days? (You Haven't? Well Screw You Then!)
Yup, it's that time again. Another update. I hope you're curled up next to a fireplace wrapped up in a warm blanket. Oh yeah, are you comfortable now?
*pushes you into the fire*
Well, that's one less reader to worry about. For the rest of ya, here we go!
I don't believe all of you know this, but I LOVE speed (not the drug... and not that stupid bus movie either!). I remember racing since I was 4 years old. Back then, I had the Atari 2600, and that 12-in-one racing cartridge with the paddle controller. After that, I started playing Pole Position in the arcade. Then when I moved to Guam, I bought tons of games, many of them in the racing genre. From Rad Racer, to Top Gear, to Ridge Rader, and so on, and so forth. Not only games, but one of my first favorite movies was the Disney movie series, Herbie the Love Bug. You know, he was that little white Volkswagen beetle, with the number 53 (At least that's the number I remember). Out of the whole bunch, Herbie Goes To Monte Carlo was my favorite. That was the one where they did the Grand Tour in Europe, and there was a diamond theft, then somehow the lil bug gets involved in the whole thing, and Herbie falls in love with another car. Side comment... how the hell would one car make love with another? I mean, where would the "guy" car put his "dip stick" in... the "tailpipe" of the "girl" car? Jeez, I just got a mental image, not good! Let's get off this now.
Okay, so the whole thing was stupid, but I LOVED the racing sequences. I guess since then, I've always wanted to become a racer, pro or street. So you can't imagine how excited I was when I got my license. My first car... an '85 Nissan Sentra. God, I loved that car. Not the fastest, but very reliable. The first few months, it maxed at around 45. Then, I started increasing the speed, and eventually, I was able to hit 75 with no problem. You don't know how fun it is to race these race-modified trucks, only to blow 'em away with a stock Nissan Sentra. Hell, there was a time when I was with the guys at Taco Bell in Tamuning, and I agreed to race my friend Ernest all the way back to a friend's house in Dededo (about 7 or 8 miles). I won that race, but we all had a hell of a time. I lost the car eventually. The shocks were shot, the engine was leaking oil, and the brake fluid reserve was leaking as well. I ended up giving it away, and it was one of my worst days ever. I had a replacement, though. It was my dad's truck, an '88 Mazda B2200. It too wasn't the fastest out there, but I eventually broke it in, and now it can get up to at least 65. Any faster, and shit happens, which is the main reason for the site update.
Monday July 21, 2003, the day Guam celebrates its liberation from the Japanese Empire by the U.S.. On this day, the whole island gathers at East Agana to watch the Liberation Day Parade. I've been to a few myself, and one of the best ones ever involved rain, and hot chicks wearing cheap, white t-shirts. That day, I became a man. Ugh, getting off-topic.
So I stopped going years ago, it was just the same boring shit each year. This year, I had some errands to do, and since most of the island is at the parade, the roads are usually clear. So I did what I had to do, and I was on my way home, not in any kind of rush... until... some bitch-ass punk in a Nissan Pathfinder starts tailing me. I was doing a decent 45 at the time, but the fucker was just so eager to push me faster, so I sped up. He kept at me, but I eventually put some distance between us. Remember how I said that if I hit anything over 65, that shit would happen? Well, it did.
It was a rather breezy day, winds somewhere around 10 mph, with slightly higher gusts. Well, I had made a corner in the road, and I ended up driving against the wind. I look in my rearview mirror to see if the dumbass was anywhere nearby. I see that he's about a few hundred feet back, but I also notice something else. The bedliner for my truck was being lifted. Little-by-little, it was rising, and a few seconds later, it had cleared the top of the cab. I slow down, hoping for it to drop back down into place. Well, there was a slight gust, and the damned liner just flew off the bed and onto the road. Ah fuck! I hit the brakes hard, make a U-turn, and drive into the center lane next to the fallen bedliner. Luckily noone was nearby to get hit by it, but the Pathfinder guy must have been laughing his ass off at that, and not just him, but all the other people that had just seen us race. Fucking humiliating. So I'm there in the center lane, and I grab the bedliner and put it back in place. This time, I took a length of rope and secured it. Damn it all, I was so scared that the liner would fly again, that I kept my speed to 45. One day, I'll just take off that piece of shit.
You think THAT was bad... it gets worse. The next day, I'm sent out to pick up some food from Shirley's Coffee Shop. If you're not from Guam, then I'll fill you in. They make, what has to be, THE best shrimp fried rice on the face of the Earth. I mean damn, it's like edible crack. So I go to pick up the order, and I make it there in one piece. I go inside, and my order is ready to go, but I ended up ordering another plate of fried rice, cause it's that damn good. Eventually, it's all done, and I go to pay for it. The rest of the dialogue goes as follows:
Waitress: The total comes to $20.90.
*I hand her the cash*
Waitress: Okay sir, Thank You, and Have a Nice Day.
Me: Thank you m'lady.
Oh fuck. Did I just say what I THOUGHT I said? She was looking at me all weird, and apparently, so was everyone else in a ten foot radius, so I guess I did. Okay Joe, just smile, and walk away slowly... it'll be alright. I slowly made my way to the door, and eyes were on me as I moved. I finally reached the door, and as soon as I was outside, I ran to my truck, glad to be out of there.
What the hell made me say that, you may ask. I blame it on all the role-playing I do on the Dragon Court Clan Forums I visit. On some of them, I just write as I do normally, but on certain posts, one is required to be "in character". I did a lot of "Please, m'lady", "Sorry, m'lady", and "Thank you m'lady" the previous night, so I guess the damn phrase became imbedded in my mind. Ugh, if any of you catch me saying that again in real life, please, just shoot me.
I guess I'll call that an update. There's a few more things that I want to get on my site that I'll probably add on my next update. I'm planning on posting my custom animated gifs, new pictures, and updating my links page. Come back in a week, and it should be all ready. That's it for me, later!
-Joe
Friday July 18, 2003
Feel The Storm? It's Coming.
Welcome to the Friday edition of my webpage. Hope it doesn't suck as bad as it does on the other days...........
You know, I recently discovered that I actually _like_ writing. I guess I started becoming fond of it little-by-little, since I started doing updates on my webpage. Ugh, that's the last thing I need, another solitary hobby. I can see it now, I'm a hermit, in my little shack, doing nothing but play games and update my site. Nonononononononononononono! I don't want that! On the other hand... some of these authors on the New York Times bestseller list make tons of cash. Interesting. We'll see what happens. Maybe one day I'll become a bestseller (yeah right).
As you can see from the title, I'll be getting into a storm....no, not the Storm from my KoBra post (I can't believe how many times I used the term "MUDsex" in that one), but a real storm. A storm that we here at Guam received on December 8, 2002.....
Supertyphoon Pongsona
This is one typhoon I'll never forget. I felt and took in everything it had. I'll explain in a bit.
Two days prior to the typhoon hitting us, my sister had given birth to her first child, Chloe Marie. While my family and I were waiting at the hospital, we ended up talking to her in-laws. They mentioned a storm brewing a bit to the south of Guam. The meteorologists here said that it would miss us by a few hundred miles. We also had a weather radar channel, so just by looking at it, it didn't look like much of a threat. That didn't stop us from preparing, though. Better to be safe than sorry, we always say here. So on the day before the typhoon's closest approach to the island, my dad and I had put up ply board shutters over all the windows. Mind you, these things are meant to block flying debris from flying and breaking windows. When we get typhoons around here, shit flies, that's a given.
Okay, so we've completed preparations to safeguard the house. The next day comes, and it seems the winds are picking up. Odd...the weather people said we wouldn't get anything worse than 65 mph winds. Just by looking at the trees swaying in the wind, it was clearly past that, somewhere in the 100 mph range. Okay, perhaps the weather guys were slightly off, it shouldn't get any worse than this..... it got worse..... waaaaay worse.
Right around 11 in the morning, I heard my dad yelling for me downstairs. I run on down, and I check on what he wants. He points me to the sliding glass door. Ah shit, the damn shutter came off its mounts, and was flopping against the sliding door. Okay, I check outside, and it doesn't seem too bad, I can run out, place the board into position again, and be back inside with no problems. So I do all the above, and I am back inside within 5 minutes. I'm slightly soaked, so I change out of my wet clothes and into a dry set. I go back to my room to lay down, and then another yell, so I go back downstairs. The board has come loose again, and was flopping, but much more violently. Crud, the last thing I need is to get wet again. I look outside, and the winds have picked up significantly. It looked to have been around 130 mph, very dangerous, but no prob. If you've seen my pic in the Pics section, you'll agree, it'll take much more than 130 mph winds to knock me off my feet. So I run outside again, and I try to put the shutter into its mounts, but this time, the board wouldn't get in. The wind gusts were ripping the damn thing off each time I tried to replace it. Okay, now let me get into the physics of why it wouldn't stay in.
PHYSICS PORTION, SKIP IF YOU'RE NOT INTERESTED-----------------------------------------
The cause of the shutter problems, is related to how an airplane's wings are able to create lift. It's the same basic principle. On one side, wind travels slow, and on the other side, wind travels fast. On the side with the fast wind, lift is created. Try it for yourself. Hold two adjacent corners of a piece of paper with your fingers. You'll notice that the other side of the paper just droops down. No problem. Now, bring the paper to your mouth, and blow on the top side of it. Notice anything? If you've done it correctly, the piece of paper would have risen. This is lift. In the case of the shutter, the fast wind is outside the house, and the slow wind is inside the house. The lift being created pulls the shutter away from the house, and that was my problem. *crosses his arms, and thinks he's the most brilliant man in the world..... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!*
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Okay, so I'm thinking to myself, "Fuck, if I let this thing fly off, the sliding door will be exposed, and it could break (my sliding door is HUGE, and the glass is expensive). Hell, this is probably the worst the storm will be, I'll just stay outside and hold the shutter to the window". So here I am, two hands placed on the ply board shutter, and I'm leaning against it. Minutes pass, and the storm is just getting stronger and stronger. My dad comes outside to tell me that hell has broken loose inside the house, and he was going to fix it. I nodded and told him I was going to stay outside to hold this bitch down. He nods, then he heads inside. About an hour later, the wind has kicked up really high. We're talking 180 mph sustained winds, with much higher gusts. It's raining the whole time, and each time a gust comes through, it just slams each raindrop onto my back. It felt like somebody had turned on a high-pressure fire hose, and was spraying at my back. My whole back was stinging, it was so painful. Not only am I concerned about the rain, but those gusts were causing the shutters to bow like mad. So I end up pushing harder just to keep the damn things on. I stayed out like this for three hours straight. Standing, leaning on the ply board, speeding raindrops stinging my back, and getting attacked by the cold. This was pure hell (I would have gladly taken Hell at the time, it's much warmer there). Then, the winds started dying down dramatically... and then calm. When this happened, I fell to my knees, and dropped onto my back. I was exhausted, and in some mild pain. This isn't the end, this is just the eye of the storm. I knew that for the next half of the storm, the winds would be coming from another direction, so I wouldn't have to worry about this sliding door anymore. I came into the house, frozen to the bone. I put my foot inside the house... and it's wet again. Turns out there was a major leak, and the whole house was flooded. I ran upstairs, and the water covered the top of my feet. Oh FUCK! My Dreamcast! I left it on the floor in my room! Thank God my dad saw this while I was outside, and raised it before it got wet. Good, I would have died if anything happened to it.
So the next hour was spent mopping up water from the floor. The whole time, I was thinking to myself... the weather guys said that it would miss us... so what the hell happened? At the time, I didn't care much. I was just too tired. Six hours of the storm had gone, and we were in for another six hours. Least I didn't have to worry about that damned sliding door and its shutter. I was right, I didn't have to pay any attention to that sliding door..... I had to focus my attention to the OTHER sliding glass door. Apparently, the wind shifted, and now was attacking the other one. That was just mother fucking, ass-raping, piece-of-shit great. I endure three hours of hell, and I have to go through it all again? Why not kill me dammit?! It'll be quicker! *sigh*
So there I was, holding once again, shutters to a sliding glass door. Rain was still stinging, but it was colder, much much colder. I was shivering the whole time, and I still do everytime I think about it. I make sure to keep my eyes turned away from the wind. When a speeding water bullet hits your eyes, you damn near go blind. I hear something behind me, like a sheet of tin roofing. I turn around, making sure to not get rain in my eyes, but I see nothing. I look a little more to the left, and I notice the 50 gallon water bucket I had stored was filling with water. Hmm... if I could push that barrel to the sliding door, it should be able to hold the shutters. So I leave my post, and I push the barrel, which must have weighed over 600 pounds, and placed it at the junction of the two shutters (the sliding glass door is HUGE, about 10 feet wide, by 7 feet high. I need two large ply boards to cover it all). No good, the sides of the shutters were being pulled on. Fortunately, there was another barrel of water, same size, that was just a little ways off. I go to drag it over to the shutters. this time, I place a barrel at the center of each board. It worked okay, but the place where the two boards met started coming apart. Well, at least I was able to reduce the work I had to perform... I plopped my fat ass between the boards, and leaned back. Sure, the rain was stinging my face, but there was NO way the wind would carry off the shutters. Minutes pass, and I'm shivering from the cold. Then, I start singing.
Holy Crap, the typhoon had driven me insane...
Actually, I was bored. I had adjusted to the cold, and my whole body was desensitized to pain. The shutters were guaranteed to stay on, as long as I sat between the two barrels. I had no worries, so I started singing, but I wasn't singing any of that popular shit like Backstreet Boys or N'Sync. I was singing JPop. Yup, I was singing the intro themes and ending themes to all my favorite anime, and I was doing this whilst being pounded with 180 mph winds. At that point, it was like taking a ride in an amusement park attraction, it was a hell of a lot of fun.... only a tad bit on the cold side. So I kept singing, envisioning anime in my mind, almost like I was watching episodes in my head. Three hours pass, and the winds have died down to about 100 mph. I'm confident that nothing will happen, so I leave, and I enter the house. I find that my mom and dad were eating ramen, and that my bowl was ready. Ahh, hot soup after a cold day. It's like wrapping yourself in a quilt in the middle of winter, it just feels good. So I go and change into dry clothes, and I eat. That was the end of the typhoon.
The next day, we listen to the radio. This storm had destroyed just about the entire island. Houses had broken down, trees were fallen, and there was an explosion at an oil refinery. Later in the week, the government had frozen sales of gasoline to the public. The gasoline reserves had run dry because everyone needed gas to run their generators, and there was wide-spread panic over a shortage because of the explosion. Lines at the fuel stations ran for miles. In all of my time here, I have never seen such a thing. It was like chaos. Everybody said it was the worst storm in Guam's history, and I agreed. We had no power until New Year's Day, and we didn't receive Cable TV until the middle of February.
As it turns out, Christmas wasn't as bad as we thought it would be. The day after the storm, my sister was brought back from the hospital, and my parents got to see their first grandchild. We had to restrict our travel, so we ended up staying at home, cleaning, listening to the radio, and talking. Even after all the shit that had happened, it turned out to be one of our better holidays ever. I guess the saying IS true.
"Behind every dark cloud, there is a silver lining."
Well, I guess that's it for me. There's still some things that I have to add to the site, it should be available by tomorrow. Until then...
Later!
-Joe
Sunday July 13, 2003
Holy Shit! Did That Just Happen?!
As you can now see, I now have an archive section. Now you have the opportunity to read all the crap I wrote when I first started this thing. But really, who wants to read all that old stuff?
Well...I do. I'm sure that it may seem insignificant, but it's stuff I want to remember. If I don't log this down, I'm guaranteed to forget it all. You might say that I should buy a journal or something, but I don't want to...I hate writing stuff manually. So why post this online? Why not keep it on your hard disk and leave it off the net? Biggest reason, I hate replying to emails asking what's been going on with me. Now if someone asks what's up, I'll just point em to my page, and they can read about it. Yeah, it may seem like a lazy way to do things, but if you type up 2 or 3 pages of recent happenings, and you keep getting a one-word reply saying, "Kool", then you'd feel the same.
The pic I posted of me seems to have shattered some illusions. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SUCKERS!
I'm just kidding. Some thought I was Asian, because of my very Japanese sig and handle on the different Dragon Court clan forums. Gomen ne! I'm just fascinated by just about anything Japanese, from the anime, to the games, all the way down to their culture, language, and history. Really, I'm just a guy, nothing real special about me, 'cept for the fact that I rock in games, just ask my friends ^_^ (Ugh, I hate using that smiley, but it was appropriate for this). "But you said you were dead sexy!". NEVER would I say that. "Supreme Hottness", maybe........just kidding. I'm not into deceiving people like that. It's just not in my nature to do so.
Anyways.........................
I had just woken up today, I must have slept sometime around 2 this afternoon, and I woke at 7. Hey, it was a lazy day, I deserve my nap. So I'm half awake, and then I turn on the TV. There is nothing good on. I remember a few months back, I had a Sunday Evening TV Schedule. I would watch Friends at 6pm for an hour. Then at 7, I would either watch Simpsons and King of the Hill on Fox, or Sunday Night Heat on MTV. It was all dependent on whether Simpsons or King was a rerun. Then, Fox again for another episode of Simpsons and Malcolm in the Middle at 8. 9pm was a free-for-all, since nothing real special showed at that time. Then at ten, Comedy Central for the Man Show, South Park, Insomniac (Dave Attell is THE MAN!), and then The Critic (I miss that show so much).
Now I'm wondering what happened. Nothing on my Sunday Schedule is there anymore. So, I'm just channel surfing, and I come upon the Korean Channel. There's this big-ass balloon, and there were smaller balloons coming out of the hole. Then, out of nowhere, hair comes up, and then a guy climbs out of it. Wow, that was pretty cool. Then they try to put one of the show hosts into the balloon, and they go as far as his head and one arm until the balloon pops. Now the host has bits of rubber on him, and he jokingly fakes a cry. Haha! Crazy. And then they showed the most amazing thing ever...
There was this woman, sitting on top of some small platform, wearing black clothes, and chain-link gloves. I wasn't expecting much, until they turned the platform on. SHE WAS SHOOTING BOLTS OF ELECTRICITY FROM HER HANDS!!! Holy fuck! That is some mighty shit there! It wasn't a light show or anything like that, they were real bolts of electricity. They were dancing from her fingertips, not sudden like lightning strikes, but they were much like those plasma balls that shoot bolts when you touch it. I was totally glued to the TV, watching every motion, just glaring at those gloves. She moves her arm to show that it's all real, and then, she does some tricks. They line up candles in front of her, and she shoots bolts and lights up the candle! COOL! They then place a clear case containing standing CDs, she shoots bolts again, and the reflective stuff is exploding off! You can see the flakes just flying off, almost like snow in the wind. That was the end of her display, but I thought it was one of the best things I have ever seen in my life. Shit, I wish I had myself a setup like that. I always wanted to be like a black mage and have the ability to cast lightning bolts. Well, the gloves aren't magic, but they're the next best thing. If I had that, I could totally rule the world. *laughs evilly*
And then the next part was just weird. There was this guy standing in front of a string quartet, and he was holding what seemed to be a hollowed dildo with the tip cut off. He then cues the group, and then he blows into it! You know what? He was playing music, My Heart Will Go On, from the Titanic Soundtrack. I've seen some strange things in my life, but this just takes the cake. After he finishes, he goes to a table, and makes more of his "instruments". It turns out that it wasn't a dildo, but it was just a hollowed, cylindrical bread. I was relieved, but also intrigued on how one can make music from bread. He cuts one end, and the other end, he makes two cuts, so that it has a pointy tip, much like the mouthpiece of wind instruments. Then, he pokes pencil-sized hole down the length, and bingo, he has himself a recorder-like instrument. Just amazing.
Haaaa, that was some good stuff. Now I'm off to cruise the forums. Later!
-Joe
Saturday July 12, 2003
Hi. My Name Is Joe, And I Am A MUDder. (Hi Joe!)
Okay, I did a little more tweaking. I got a suggestion to darken the BG because it made the text too hard to read, so I did it. I looked at all the hyperlinks, and they were hard to see again, so I increased the size of the font. I think it's visible, but still hard to read. Ah well, maybe tomorrow, some bright idea will just pop into my head....I hope. Anyways, on to the topic at hand.
WARNING!!!
By reading below this line, you are releasing me from liability for any distress, physical or emotional, that may be caused by reading further in the post.
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I don't know if any of you are aware, but I used to play on MUDs.....a lot. I've had non-stop 7 hour sessions at KoBra MUD, which was s Star Wars - based MUD. I was totally addicted. The first few years, I started when I woke up, and stopped around noon. I got complaints from my family that I was blocking out the phone, and I understood. Then I shifted my play from 8 at night, till somewhere around 2 in the morning, or until I got REALLY tired. I played so much, all my dreams had Star Wars elements in them. I can't remember exactly how many times I fought Vader, Vylk, or the clones in my dream, but trust me, it was a lot. For a long time, I neglected the real world, and just chose to stay in that virtual space. I loved it that much. Perhaps I should start from the beginning.
I had just started going to college five years ago, and being a computer science student, I had access to computers with fast connections. Problem was, we were limited to using HyperTerminal. Sure, we had the internet, but with no graphics, it just didn't seem as fun. Being the pioneer I was then, I went off to find something fun to do with the damned thing. I remember my friends playing a text-based game on their computers, and they had fun with it. I then tried to find one and try it out myself. I found a few, but I really didn't get into them. At last, I had found something that I might enjoy. A MUD based in the Star Wars Universe. Crap, to sell me on it, all you have to do is slap on the name 'Star Wars'. I immediately created a character, Tenchi, and flung myself into this new and exciting world.
To be honest...the first few days weren't so exciting. None of the guys on at the time were helpful. I asked a few questions, and I got the reply: RTFM (Read The Fucking Manual). What a bunch of assholes. A brand new player, unfamiliar with anything, asks some simple questions that require a single-word answer, and all I get is RTFM. Screw them, I'll learn this shit on my own, then I'll fucking rock this MUD. I must have read something like 10 help topics before I got tired. Then, I met a fellow newbie that was also having some problems. He pretty much received the same treatment, and was pissed as much as I. His name was Sublime, and we became quick friends. We helped each other with commands, space travel, and fighting. For the first few weeks, he and I were inseparable. Soon, a few more people joined into our group: Zanatos, Eureka, and Morphius (this was before the Matrix). We leveled up at around the same rate, and when one would get new equipment, he would help the others on how to get it himself. In a few weeks, we were killing for lightsabers. Then one fateful day, after a full session of fighting, I had enough experience to make the next level. Sublime and I headed off to the Advancement Office so I could gain that new level. And that's when I met her...
Stormy, slightly higher in level, but not that far off. She was also in the Advancement Office, but not to level up. She was just hanging around, making conversation over the general comm line. When we entered, she turned her attention to the newbies (us) and started talking stuff. Well, we must have been there for a good 30 minutes. We had so much fun - talking, emoting, everything. Sublime then informed us that he had to leave. So Stormy and I say our goodbyes to Sublime, and then we were alone. The talking never ceased. We just kept going, talking about KoBra stuff, and personal stuff. We had gone on for another 30 minutes before Stormy had to leave herself. The last thing she asked before she left was: Will I get to see you again? My heart stopped. Never in my life had a woman been so interested in me that they wanted to see me again, real or virtual. I then typed: yeah. She then smiled, kissed me on the cheek, and logged off. I just stopped, and I was staring at her last few words. A tingle went up my spine. I was never so excited.
In the next few weeks, Stormy and I were always together. Everytime I saw that she was logged on, my heart raced. It was just exciting for me to see that she was on. She would then greet me, and she would stop what she was doing to come over to me. Then, we would quest together for hours. Since she was a higher level, she was always doing stuff for me, getting me new equipment, heals, and various items I couldn't get myself. We went just about everywhere, Triton, Lunaya, Bathos, Ukio, Plymouth, and many other places. Mostly to kill, but we also talked much of the time. Then, this one time at Dantooine, I had just cleared most of the easy areas when Stormy came over and said that we should just stick around and talk. I remember the description of the room we were in. Calm pool of water, high grasses, very serene, very romantic. We just did the normal stuff, talking and emoting, and then somehow I ended up emoting a dive into the pool. I got out, laid on my back, and then she straddled me. I thought to myself, 'Whoa, what's going on here?'. She then pulled out some fruit, bit into it, and described how the juices were flowing down her mouth onto her chest. "Holy shit, is she trying to do.....THAT....to me?", I asked myself. She then went on to kiss me all over, and then moved her way _downward_. My heart was beating faster and faster.....yes, she was doing THAT to me.......we were going to have MUDsex!
Now, I'm assuming my readers (both of you) know about sex. Well, I won't go describing all that happened that day, but we did EVERYTHING, vividly emoted. Tenchi had become a man that day. One would think that that one time would be it. Hehe, they would be wrong. We had MUDsex in just about every planet there was at the time, and everytime, she had done something totally new. Everytime I would logon, Stormy and I would quest for some time, and then we had MUDsex. It went on like this for a while, and then, she asked me to marry her.
Well, my old friend Sublime had married Pookier, a good friend from Louisiana, and I was the best man at his wedding. I told him then, that I would never find myself in a situation to be married. Now here I am, Stormy with me, and she had popped the question. Ah shit, after I tell Sub that I would never get married, Storm goes and wants me to marry her. Being married in the MUD isn't a big deal. We get a autoloading wedding ring, and are given free tells to each other (a tell to someone in the MUD consumes 3 force points). I rethink it all, and I agree to marry her. She's ecstatic about it all, and then...more MUDsex.
A few weeks pass, and Stormy has some real life things to do, and would be out for a week. We say our goodbyes, and I prepare to face a week without my girl. But really, I get to hang with the guys again, so I'm quite happy. While I'm out with Stormy, the other guys decide to go ahead and level up way past me. I was around level 12, and they were 16 each. They were already killing stuff on Apok, one of the tougher planets at the time, and were killing for Jagutai Saber Sets. They were too advanced for me, so I just hang around and do nothing for a while. Then one day, Pookier invited a friend of hers to play on the MUD. Pookier was also advanced, and was doing stuff with the other guys, so I offered to help out her friend. Her name was Jadewind. We talked a bit, got to know each other, and then I took her to the various playgrounds, and showed her the basics of the game. I got so caught up with helping her, that it felt like Stormy had never left. Jade and I became good friends, and soon, we were hanging out more frequently.
One day, I guess up at Baku, Jade and I had just cleared a few areas. We had gone to a transport, and just started talking. The subject went from sabers and armor, to relationships and love. Ah shit, my heart is racing again. Why, oh why do you tempt me like this, God? She talks of how happy Sub and Pookie are (fun fact: they divorced, and Pookier ended up marrying like 3 or 4 times afterwards), and that she'll never find anything like that. I was like: Hey, don't put yourself down like that. I know some people that like you....like me. Oh fuck, what the hell was I doing?! Here I am, engaged to Stormy, a wonderful, wonderful woman, and I was making moves on Jade! There is something SERIOUSLY wrong with me! Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever cheat on someone, real OR virtual. Jade knew I was engaged to be married, but she proposed that if, for some reason, Stormy and I were not happy, she would be there for me. Ugh, I am scum.
Few days pass, Stormy has come back, and she knows nothing of Jadewind. There were times when both were online when I logged on. I had to focus my attention to Stormy, otherwise she would suspect something. Jade would be with my high-level buds, but she wasn't having much fun. I'd talk to her once in a while, but it was never the same since Storm had returned.
The day of our wedding came, and we were both excited. Sublime was my best man, and Jadis, another of my friends (not to be confused with Jadewind), was the maid of honor. We exchanged vows, and ta-da, we were married. The honeymoon took place in the lodge, and once again, more MUDsex (it's our honeymoon, what the hell else are we supposed to do?). After that, we talked for a bit...but it was different. She seemed distant. I didn't understand at the time. I figured she was just shocked that we were bound forever in the MUD. Some time passes, and it's time for her to go. We say goodbye, kiss, and she's off.
I logon the next day, but no Stormy in sight. I'm assuming she has something to do, so she'll be on later. Hours pass, and she's still not on. Okay, she must be REAL busy, so she'll logon tomorrow. I come back in the next day...nothing. Weeks pass, with no sign of her. I don't understand, what could have happened? One day, I get a mail from Stormy. Apparently, she had found a real life boyfriend, and wasn't going to be on the MUD anymore. She apologizes, and wishes me well. ARE YOU SHITTING ME?! She does all this to me, gets me to commit to her, and then when a real life boy comes for her, she flat-out ditches me?! That's fucked up! We've been married for a day, and she leaves. No fucking way. I am way beyond pissed here. *if you have Linkin Park's song Forgotten, play it now ^_^* Okay, Storm is gone, but at least I still have Jade, right? Wrong! She quit because she was bored, and didn't care to wait for anything to happen with Storm and I. Shit. I can't say that I blame her, I didn't pay much attention to her when Storm returned. Fuck, I had the worst marriage in the history of the MUD, married for a day.
I continued to play, but I occasionally checked on Storm, to see is she had come by to visit or something. Nothing. Eventually, her character was deleted, and so was the wedding ring. I had created another character, Kagato, and he would have acted as the son of Tenchi and Storm. After the breakup, Kagato was never used. I decided to put all that marriage bullshit behind me, and I eventually Jedied Tenchi. There were other girls that caught my attention for a while, but it never got as serious as I was with Storm and Jade. I guess I became a bit bitter after it all. So Tenchi is a Jedi now, with nothing else to do but code additions for the MUD. I wouldn't let it end like this, so I start playing Kagato heavily. He advanced exponentially, and soon, he became one of the stronger characters on KoBra. He joined the Bounty Hunters guild, and then he became a Padamir Knight (The Padamir were an elite group back then, like a tight brotherhood. The Padamir armor was one of the strongest sets that time, and was highly sought after, since it came in a limited number per reboot.). I earned so many adornments for that character, and got his stats up so high, that I almost hit a ceiling for how high he could go. The admin decided to put away with the level capping, so now characters can go beyond level 20. I stopped playing shortly after because my PC had broken down. I didn't have the funds to repair it, so I went without a computer for the whole summer. My KoBra playing days were ended.
When I got my new computer, I visited the MUD again. So much had changed, and my friends had leveled way past me. I still like the MUD, but I found myself too busy to do some serious playing again. Maybe someday, I'll find the motivation to get back into the game, but until then, I'm just going to make friendly visits every once in a while.
Shit, I knew I would be doing some writing, but I never thought I'd do THIS much. Ah well, I've been wanting to do this for a while, so it's good to finally get it all out. Damn, I wish I could put this much effort into my projects one day. Right, like that'll happen.
Count on my next update to be much, much shorter. Until then, keep sending those suggestions on how I can improve the site. Till then!
Later!
-Joe
Friday July 11, 2003
Um...Okay, Now What?!
Woo! Finishing off the page little by little. Hopefully just one or two more tweaks, and this page will have gone from Super Ultra Hyper Shitty, to just Shitty. It's been a pain in the ass, but I somewhat enjoy doing this kinda thing. Anyone want me to create a site for ya? I'll only charge you tree fitty.
I woke up this morning, turned on the Dreamcast, and then I realized something. I just wasted two months of my Summer! I've been playing games and sleeping the whole time! Okay, I DID do a few errands, can't consider that wasteful. But still, the majority of my time was spent playing games. And really, it's nothing real new. I've been playing Pirates for the NES!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! I'm trying to stop, but the game is just too fun again. Already, I'm an English Count, I've pillaged many Spanish towns, got myself a wife (the game calls her a beautiful wench....hee hee), found my sister, and I own a fleet of ships, manned by the happiest crew ever........ugh, I REALLY should find something new to play. Fortunately, Pirates isn't the only game I'm playing. Here's a short list, in no particular order:
Pirates (NES)
Warcraft 3: The Frozen Throne (PC)
Medal of Honor: Allied Assault (PC)
Auto Modellista (PS2)
Spider Solitaire (PC, comes with WinXP)
I really can't wait till the new wave of PS2 games come in. Really looking forward to the new Castlevania game, even though it's in 3D. I want Final Fantasy XI, but there's a pay service, and there's no offline mode, so I can't get it. Ugh, damn you SquareSoft! And then the racers, Gran Turismo 4 and the new Ridge Racer game. I LOVE racing games. I own quite a collection, and I rock in Daytona 2, just ask my friends. Really, I'd just about play anything I can get my hands on. I just need something new. Anyone out there wanna donate games to me? I'm sure it's tax-deductible. *holds out a sign that says 'Will work for games'*
That's about it for me today. There's a lot more to write about, but I'll save that for next time. I've done waaay too much work on this page, and I'm drained. I want a fuckin siopao, but I just remember that I finished the last one, dammit. *looks in the fridge* Oh no, all I have left is salad. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Tuesday July 8, 2003
The Next Best Thing Since Canned Poop! (Well, not really)
Heh, you likey the new page setup? Well, don't get used to it! I'm still making little adjustments here and there. The whole page was made using basic stuff like Paint and FrontPage, so it isn't flashy like most of those other sites. I'm planning on getting somethin like Dreamweaver soon, so hopefully this page won't look too shitty for much longer.
Well, what's new with me? Glad you asked.
Last time I updated, I ranted on how crappy X Play on TechTV was. The next day or so, they put up E3 specials, where they do nothing but show us all the new stuff that will be released. Now THIS is the stuff I want to see on the show. Unfortunately, after a week, they went back to the studio to shoot crap all over again. Here's an example:
Adam: Okay, here's a game for all the die-hard racers out there.
Morgan: What? Is Bruce Willis in it?
*silence.............................................long......excruciating.....silence*
Adam: Ummm...no.
Well, they never said this, but the shit that goes on is just as bad, if not worse. The E3 shows were great, but the normal shows are pure crap! If they continue putting out shows like this, then you can put Morgan in a bikini, and I still won't watch. (mmmm......Morgan in a bikini. There's no way that she's a gamer, she's waaaay too HOT!)
Ugh, let's change the subject, feeling a bit tingly.
The 4th of July has come and gone. You ask how I celebrated the independence of our nation? LAN party, of course! Fireworks displays are for couples, so I avoid it like the plague. So I get together with a bunch of friends, and we just play Medal of Honor: Spearhead all night long. I totally dominate free-for-all deathmatch, so we go on to team-based matches. I tells ya, we were laughing and shouting obscenities all night long. We pretty much went on like that until around 5 in the morning. It was hella fun. Maybe I should try and arrange another LAN party for the end of the month...
Oh, I got a copy of the Warcraft 3 expansion, the Frozen Throne. I like the game, but real time strategy just isn't my forte. I know all the keyboard shortcuts, and I know each race by heart, but I still struggle, even on the easy levels. I guess I just need more practice. I beat the game, however, and saw the ending. From what I saw, it looks like we'll be getting another expansion sometime soon. I could be wrong, though. Remember the StarCraft: Broodwar ending? I predicted that we would get another expansion, and get to play as the Zerg-Protoss hybrid. I was wrong, and the end of SC still leaves questions in my head. I have that same feeling with Frozen Throne. It just seems like it's still not over. I guess we'll find out in the next few months if I'm right.
While I'm writing this, I'm listening to Nao Chora Menina, from the Potion 2 - Relaxin' With Final Fantasy CD. I don't understand the lyrics, but it always brings a tear to my eye.
*wipes his eyes and changes the song*
Ahh, Godsmack....I Stand Alone. Shit, now I want to kill something.
*puts down the steak knife and changes the song again*
YES! Albuquerque, from the Running With Scissors CD. Weird Al is the best! Still haven't gotten the Poodle Hat CD, but I do plan on getting it. I saw the video for The Angry White Boy Polka just yesterday. Holy crap, I almost puked cause I was laughing so hard. I just hope the rest of the album is as funny.
Guess that's it for me. I'll be tweaking the page every time I can, so check in every so often. Hopefully, I can upgrade this page from being shitty, to something not so........shitty. *shrugs*
Later
-Joe
Wednesday, June 18 2003
I find your lack of faith...disturbing.
Almost a month since my last update...BWAHAHAHAHA! You'd think that I was out doin shit here and there, but then you'd be wrong. Almost a month of my summer vacation wasted on playing videogames, and I have roughly 2 months left. Maybe I should do something more productive with my time...and then maybe I should just point a gun to my head and pull the trigger. Fuck productive, I want to play more games! And watch anime! Yeah, I don't want to burn myself out before the fall semester.
Just finished an episode of Spongebob Squarepants. I try not to watch, but it just keeps sucking me in, like some sort of...evil vaccum. I guess I relate most with Squidward....no, I'm NOT gay, just grouchy and hate-filled.
Also watched X Play on TechTV. Now, I love video games, and I love game news, but what the fuck is up with that show? Adam throws out some of THE most unfunniest (is that even a word?) shit. Morgan is easy on the eyes, and the presence of boobs is always welcome with me, but she is much more WORSE than Adam. They always exchange lines, and it always ends in that unpleasant silence.
*crickets in the background*
See? Like that. I swear, when it was Extended Play, we got something around 5 or 6 reviews per episode. Nowadays, we get about half that amount, with the rest being used for dumb dialogue. Give me half of what thay make, and I'll double the content of that show. It'll be so badass, it would easily surpass Screen Savers (Fuck Leo, he's an ass. Patrick is cool, and Yoshi is the man! That one chick, forgot her name, was hot...until she got pregnant...and not by ME!). I can only name three things I like about X Play now:
1) Awesome set.
2) and 3) Morgan's boobies.
Anyways, changing topics...I was able to see one of my buds after a little more than a year. What did we do when he got here? We played video games, of course! We did go around for a bit, but then we soon realized how crappy the places were around here. The arcades are LAME now. Gameworks is still expensive, and still showing off the same old junk from years back. You want to know what the number one tourist destination on Guam is? I'll tell ya. It's...
K-Mart.
'Nuff said. It only proves how shitty it is around here. Now my friends can't complain when they're bored where they're at. Cause really, Guam is the shithole of the entire world. Just check out kuam.com, and you'll see for yourself.
*yawn* I guess that'll be it for me today. I'll probably play some RuneScape till my eyes are half-closed, then go on upstairs and play the PS2 till I knock out. I'll leave you with some words of wisdom from Fernando Martinez, of Fernando's New Beginnings. Nando is a fictional character from Grand Theft Auto 3, and can be heard on the radio station Chatterbox. Here you go, words of wisdom from Fernando on marriage.
"The woman, she must be many, many arts. Be skilled in making house, cooking, changing the diapers on the babies, and, she must also be a whore. A vixen in the bedroom. Imaginative, exotic, constantly fresh. It is impossible! You change diapers, and then you are a French Maid? Fernando thinks not. Fernando... knows not."
LATER!
-Joe
Saturday, May 24 2003
This page sucks 150% more than yours.
So I'm here updating this webpage. Why? I don't know dammit! Maybe because it's the beginning of summer. Maybe it's because I have no more classes for 3 months. Maybe it's because I'm bored and have nothing else to do and I'm on the fuckin edge of insanity cause I don't have shit to do! Or maybe it's just gas.....the world may never know.
Okay, let's get this shit started.
Number 1: I'm giddy as hell that class is done for the semester. At the same time, I'm scared like hell that I don't know what my grade is yet. It's all a part of being a college student, I guess.
Number 2: I finally upgraded my PC. I had an XP1700+, running WinXP, with 128 megs of ram. 128 megs is MINIMUM for XP, and I was even sharing 32 megs with the onboard video card. So really, I had 96 megs total. It wasn't entirely unpleasant. I could do shit, just one at a time. The moment I started up another app or opened another window, that was when it got sloooooow. I got fed up with it, and bought 512 megs of ram and a Radeon 9100 128 meg video card from Crucial. When the parts finally came in, I almost blew a load in my pants. Now the PC runs so damn fast. I LOVE it. Ever since then, I've been looking up several other upgrades/mods. I've got like five different phases for upgrading this computer, and the next phase is getting a window kit and a cold cathode light kit. God damn, I have a bad feeling in the pit of me wallet. *changes into his beggar's rags* Alms? Alms for the poor?
Number 3: Dragon Court has taken over my life. It not as bad as my KoBra phase where I'd be on for 7 hours non-stop (I'll probably discuss my KoBra obsession in a later post). Basically, I wake up. Then I go online to check the ShadowRaven forums for new posts. Once done browsing, I watch TV, eat, and whatnot. Then, at exactly 5:30pm here, I go online again, and get on DC and play out all my chars. After that, I watch TV again, then sleep. Repeat. It's sorta like PSO where there's no real story, but there's a whole crapload of rare shit to get, so you always want to play again and again just to get stuff. It sounds insane, but you really have to play in order to understand. Check out the Links page and try it.
Random shit: Took out the FAQs page. It was totally gay, and really, it was just a spot for me to rant about stuff. So I figure I'll just remove it, and make a Rant page later.
One more thing: Ladies, you want a man with supreme gaming skillz? Go to Fun Fair at the Mall and wait by the Daytona 2 machine. I'll show you drifts and my awesome technique. It's enough to make you feel all tingly downstairs. "Oh Joe, watching that made me all wet! I want you sooo bad!" Yeah, baby. Let's go to my place. *wakes up* AAAAAAHHHHHHHH CRAP! And I was gonna score! Dammit.
-Joe
Sunday, April 27 2003
Damn lightning! I hate you so much!!!
Fried chicken is good. French fries are even better. A fried PC just sucks. I tell you, I LOVE dark, rainy days. I wouldn't mind the thunder and lightning if my computer were protected just a bit more. I'd get myself a battery backup with surge protection, but it's just too pricey here. Ah well, I guess I really should take a break from the computer once in a while. Besides...it's way too slow.
As I'm typing, I got FoodTV on, and Martha Stewart is baking a ham. I don't care for Martha, but noone gets between me and ham, so I'll leave it on. Damn whore is cutting off the skin! WTF?! Everybody knows the skin is the best part of the ham!!! First her inside trading, and now this?! You are a true criminal, Stewart.
I really should be working on my projects, but I just don't want to. I know I'm not the only one in my class that feels this way. Hell, this project was due 2 weeks back, but was extended because noone was even close to finishing. Ugh, I'll do it tomorrow. For real this time.
That'll do it for me today. I'll post some new stuff on Tuesday. Hopefully I'll have a new format up, cause damn, this site is butt-ugly. Before I go, I want to leave you a bit of advice. If you see someone start coughing for no apparent reason, yell SARS. Then run!
-Joe
Friday, April 25 2003
An update?! What the hell?!
My first update! YEEAAHH! Well, I never really intended for this to be updated daily, but I just had to get this on here.
Yesterday, I left home and was driving towards the University for a class I had at 2 pm. While I was on the road, it started raining lightly. It made the roads pretty slick... and my tires have NO grip (well, I am exaggerating a bit). So, I'm driving, and I make this one corner. I'm not even halfway through when I spot a SUV smashed into the back of some poor Acura. I immediately hit the brakes...but my tires lock up and I start sliding towards them at around 35 mph. Well, it's a good thing I attended driving school and play a lot of racing games, cause I knew right away to just tap the brakes. I slowed, and came to a complete stop... about a foot away from the SUV. As I am stopped so closely to them, I can see the lady of the Acura shouting something to one of the bystanders that was around the area. I take a look at them, and I notice something to their right. A truck was struggling to climb a mild hill. His back tires were just spinning out. I knew then that I had to respect the road, and drive slower than normal. Did I? Read on...
I drive for about a quarter mile, and hit an intersection that leads to a clear stretch of road, lovingly called by us locals as, Back road. This is one high-speed road, where the speed limit is set at 35, but everyone does at least 55 comfortably. So I drive on. I can see ahead that a line has formed behind some slow driver, probably some granny driving at 35. Now you have to remember, I had class at 2 pm, and I had at least 5 more miles to go, and 10 minutes left. I wasn't the only one rushing, as there was someone following closely behind me, and headed for the same place as I, we'll call her Speedy Speed Girl. So, me and Speedy turn make our turn, glad that we no longer have to follow that slow driver anymore.
Here we are, driving towards the University. I'm driving at a good pace, but she's still following closely. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, tails me and makes me look slow. So I speed up, hitting 45 in a two-lane street. I take a 90 degree corner, and I notice my tail slip. I counter steer (hey, I watch LOTS of Initial D) and totally recover. It was like I had intended on doing that. Well, when one does something like that, their ego rises... my ego skyrockets. I say to myself: Damn, that chick behind me must think I'm pretty badass. Wanting to feed my ever-growing ego, I continue to drift through all the other corners and try to distance myself from Speedy. I am successful, as she was about a hundred feet away when I got to the final turn. Here's the fun part.
I slow down to about 35 mph, just to let her witness the grace and finesse of my newly acquired drifting skills. I brake hard and turn into the final stretch of road. I notice... I'm not turning, I'm still moving forward! I'm tapping the brake, turning the wheel, doing everything I can to at least get in. I totally overshoot the entrance and come to a stop on the grass in front of an apartment complex at the corner. I look at my rear-view mirror, and Speedy is just laughing her head off. This was one of the most embarrassing things that I had ever done. She turns into the entrance about 5 seconds afterwards, and I U-turn and follow in behind her. I keep my distance and pray that she doesn't turn into the Health-Science parking lot, because I have to park there. God must hate me, cause that's exactly where she went. Ugh. So I park my car and hope I don't see her. As I walk towards the building, I saw her look at me, shake her head, and then laugh. She probably told two friends, and they told two friends, and so on, and so on, and so forth. Guess I now have zero chance of a date with any nursing students at UOG now. At least the rest of the day was pretty uneventful. It's all I could have ever prayed for.
Ah well. My next update will probably come on Sunday. I'll try to get some downloads here for you then.
One more thing. I must thank Linsha for welcoming me into the ShadowRaven clan and pointing me to our home on the web. I hope to be a big contributor to my new family (for those that don't know, ShadowRaven is a clan on Dragon Court, check out the Links page).
That's it for me today. Laterz.
-Joe (Nakazato/Rubico on Dragon Court) (Tenchi/Kagato on KoBra MUD)
Thursday, April 24 2003
Here we go again.
Well, here goes another attempt at a webpage. This time around I hope to update more frequently than before. Don't expect too much in the way of content, though. I figured this was a good way to chronicle my life on Guam. Also, it's a way to give my friends in the States a reminder of how much they suffered while they were here (I suffer, I will pull you down with me beeyatch!). If you happened along this page by accident, then I'd like to introduce myself.
Hi, my name is Joe. May I take your order?