16:49EST-TUE-10/31/2K
- Don't you hate it when you watch a kick-ass movie and then you want to read the book? I've done that so many times. Reading the book after watching the movie (for me at least) makes reading the book almost trivial if the movie was true to it. I've done this numerous times. I watched Dune and then read the series. Granted, the book was a bazillion tons better, it would have been so good that it could have been a religious experience if I hadn't already seen the movie (although it kicked much ass too) and known what to expect. The best part about doing that is that you have a great idea of the landscapes and faces to go with the characters already. This was especially true with Dune and now that I think about it, I think it worked out better this way in that specific example. Other books that I've read after seeing the movie aren't as good. Interview With the Vampire wasn't nearly as different and I felt like I was reading the movie but with a lot more subtext and I had a better idea what was going through the character's heads. What spoiled that for me was that I was told that there was a bizarre sex scene in the book that wasn't in the movie (and for good reason). I read through the whole book dreading the part that was described to me but it never happened. What was she smoking? While I'm on that subject, I can only imagine what would happen if they tried to make The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty into a movie. I watched a large bit of Shogun before I read both of the titanic books by James Clavel. I love his writing but I am still mad that he wrote two thousand pages of story that built up to a war and then ended it all in a single short paragraph that summed up the whole war and the rest of every character's lives. It was as if he was sick of the whole thing and just wanted to get rid of it. Punk. I cried because I loved what I had read thus far. After that, I just couldn't get into King Rat. I read Johnny Mnemonic before watching the movie and it was pretty true to the story in spite of the movie only being about ten pages long. I have watched numerous movies where I wished I had read the books beforehand. Dune, Three Musketeers (both versions), Robin Hood, Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn, Interview With the Vampire, Playboy's Wet n Naked Volleyball Special, and War of the Worlds. I watched the old 1950s movie version of War of the Worlds and loved it. It's still one of my favorite movies to this day. I remember that the movie was based on an RKO radio show that played one Halloween (how appropriate) and sent the nation into a panic. Marshal Law was declared in smaller communities. RKO was sued by everyone under the sun as a result. I recently found the book and figured I would give it a read. I was shocked to find out that he wrote the book in 1898 while he was a 32 year old chemist. In the book, it's set in 1898 and it blows my mind on every page. The movie was set in the late 50s and it shows as well. In the book, the Martian attack machines are described completely different than the way they appeared in the movie and they were being fought with cannons and black powder rifles. To think how much has changed in that brief 50 years (about two world wars later and countless smaller wars). I suggest reading the book and then renting the movie. If you want to read the original book online (who wouldn't?) and have time, then go HERE. My thanks to whoever put it online. It looks like a faithful reprinting of the original text.
16:21EST-TUE-10/31/2K
- I saw Remember the Titans the other day. I was really pleased with it. I'd like to see it again. I don't think I'll see it in the theatre 3 times like I did Gladiator, but it was good none the less. Some parts made me angry, some sad, I was kind of distraught when the Terminator died in the end by lowering himself into the vat of molten metal, but Hollywood has it's way with everything don't they? Oh, wait... Wrong ending. Never mind. For those of you who haven't seen T2, you can kill Tom McManamy for spoiling the ending of that one for me too. Dirty bitch.
8:59EST-MON-10/30/2K
- Great minds think alike. I wonder what they are thinking about right now...
5:30EST-FRI-10/27/2K
- And then he asked her about her clitoris. I found this amusing because the two people involved in this conversation were both supervisors. I've been very drunk with both, and will continue to be drunk with them in the future. The fact that this conversation was taking place over my phone at work might bother other people. This is what's considered an HR issue. Heh heh heh, I love it.
4:05EST-FRI-10/27/2K
- I have been noticing an increasingly annoying trend. Several people I know either have broadband or school lan connections. Many people also use AOL's Instant Messenger. That's not the increasingly annoying thrend though. Mind you, I'm getting more and more pleased with MSN Messenger as of late, but the complaint I have is that people keep turning on their chat apps and then leaving their computers for days at a time. THIS is the point that annoys me. Chat programs were meant to put people over the web in touch with each other. Now, it seems like they've become relegated to use as answering machines and contests to see how long someone can stay idle. You can't IM anyone anymore and expect to have a conversation. All you get now is an auto response and no reply. Ever. I call their house and they are in the next room watching TV or something. How infuriating. It's a chat app, not a bloody answering machine!
3:24EST-FRI-10/27/2K
- Curses! Foiled again. I've been waiting forever to get a Playstation 2 and yesterday when it was finally released, it was instantly sold out. This is not cool. Actually, it just saved me $350 because I would have had to buy the damned thing and find either a game to play or a neat-o movie to watch on it after incorporating it into the home theatre system (read: mass of wires and other stuff that produces funny pictures and cool sounds but still looks like a mass of wires). I thought I had an inside source at Babbages but the guy forgot. What a bargain. I debated on taking my lunch at midnight and hurrying over to Wal-Mart and picking it up there but they only got 33 units in and already had 50 people standing in line by 6pm. Shazbot. I got a K-Mart circular in the mail today and they didn't even bother to put the PS2 in it. They only listed two PS2 games and they were both sports games (yech!) so until the good games that I'm interested in are released, I could really care less.
4:04EST-WED-10/25/2K
- Pulp Phantom is really fun. It's not quite as good as Detonate.net's bastardization of the Matrix. While you are there, you have GOT to visit the Hackers Bastardization. Hell, while you are here visiting pages that I deem worthy, you may want to visit THE NECTAR OF THE GODS.
2:19EST-WED-10/25/2K
- You know, I talk to a lot of women and they confide in me that they don't like performing oral sex. While the thought of going down on a sweaty guy doesn't do anything for me either (sorry guys), I'm saddened to find out that it is due to emotional scaring from their first sexual experience. These assholes spoil it for them and everyone else all for the simple sake of a little bit of unskilled "mouth-luvin". It's a crying shame too. From that point on, oral sex no longer becomes a gift from the woman, but a resented act done only out of sense of duty or because asked/commanded. Not very cool, and definitely a mood killer. This is another reason why I dislike guys who lust after virgins. Likely, they're the same guys who cause this problem. Some guy told me that I ought to enjoy the chance to teach the woman how to do things right, but for some reason that comment just pissed me off. Guys, for the sake of sex and males everywhere, PLEASE be considerate of the person you are seducing. Remember, if you do them well, you might be able to again but if you fuck up. You are out of luck.
17:18EST-MON-10/23/2K
- I love having an indoor shooting range!!!
1:14EST-MON-10/23/2K
- Rhys is sick. He's a sick bastard. He showed me this web site and I laughed my ass off. He wrote it. It's all about Papal Towels. Very funny. Introspective and worth sharing with friends.
19:47EST-SUN-10/22/2K
- Oh man! Friday night and Saturday were a good thing. I got to go camping, meet about fifty new people, and play with GUNS! I had a great time and only broke two things. My spine (because I forgot to take an air mattress), and a gear in my gun. It would have been even better if it hadn't rained all morning. We were all standing around getting the details of the mission and setting radio frequencies when it started to rain on us. A lot. People whined for about 20 minutes and then everyone started to play. I was amazed! Years of semi-professional paintball playing has taught me that people as a whole enjoy whining. It makes them feel better. Well, sure enough after about 20 minutes of raining and foul mouthing, there was a game on. Our team moved forward down an open road, leapfrogging to advance locations. I crouched there in the roaring downpour and rain dripped off of my visor onto the scope of my rifle. I listened to the staccato of rain droplets against my LBV and the crackle of my radio as someone relayed target positions. I had a moment. It was great! That kind of realism would have never occured in Paintball. The field was great with several towers, lots of bunkers, and a huge castle in the middle with two levels and a maze in the middle. It seemed that CQB (Close Quarter Battle) action was the key factor of every game, and running around with a long rifle (HK SG-1) was a bad thing in a corridor barely wider than the length of the rifle itself. Good thing I had a sidearm. This is the hobby for me. I really enjoyed the booze, the fire, and the camping too (but not the rocks that made sleeping a challenge). When I got back last night I went out with friends and despite a minor drama involving a cell-phone, had a great deal of fun and booze. I've discovered a WONDERFUL thing. Pre-made Mudslides and White Russians. I got the big bulk bottles (2 liters, I swear!) and had those. Mmmmm... Yummy.
13:07EST-FRI-10/20/2K
- I received a letter from someone demanding that I retract or modify a statement made earlier on this page. In fact, I found that same email in almost all of my email addresses (of which I have 14). My first reaction was to comply but then I realized (a nanosecond later) that it wouldn't be right. How am I supposed to change thoughts I've had in the past. I can change the text on these pages easy enough but this text is a direct representation of my actual thoughts and feelings at times. If I didn't stay true to that ideal, then nothing on here would mean anything to myself or anyone else and I might as well write about my bungee jumping experience from the Golden Gate bridge while filming a cigarette commercial. Don't get excited, it never happened. Probably never will. I don't smoke and I don't trust my life to an over-sized elastic wasteband. As such, I will not amend any previous posts. I -can- however make new ones, so here goes... Drama occurred. It was exciting for a while but everything gets boring after a while. My word for you: No.
18:25EST-TUE-10/17/2K
- I was suffering through some music on the radio this morning and I can not express how much pain it was causing me because of how badly it sucked. For some time I have been complaining that today’s pop music lacks feeling. It lacks soul. It lacks the kind of quality that can drive you. I joke around and say that it is nothing but "hippie music" because it is not hard enough for my taste. The trick there is that I enjoy quite a bit of the 60s and 70s brand of hippie music. There was so much social and political strife (and a small war) that brought out some very creative artists. Anyway, most of what I've been listening to as of late is heavy metal (Metalica does not count), industrial, techno, gothic, and all my favorite 80s music played at the old Goth clubs I liked. I discovered the common element that modern radio music seems to be missing. Pain and hate. I think about bands like Nine Inch Nails and White Zombie and all the speeding tickets I've gotten because of their CDs. I then turn on the radio and all I hear are whiney white kids singing about nothing in particular. At the very most, they hint at getting stoned or something dumb like that. Fuck that. Until modern bands can find something that drives them besides the desire to be rich and famous, then we will not see any future classics any time soon.
7:19EST-TUE-10/17/2K
- Well it was my birthday a couple days ago. I'm now XXV years old but I still act like I'm IXX. Why? Because I have noticed and believe that you are only ever as old as you feel. You feel as old as you act. I act like I'm a kid all the time, and I feel like it too. People still think I look young and I love getting carded! How cool is that? I'll never die (again).
21:10EST-SUN-10/8/2K
- So, um... I got hooked back on Everquest again. I justify this to myself as follows: I spent all damned weekend sitting in front of the computer playing. I didn't spend a single cent on alcohol or women this week. I'm a dark elf necromancer on the Rodcet Nife server. The only reason I got back into playing again was because lately the guys here have been talking about it quite a bit and I started to kind of miss it. Then, the icing on the cake was an email I got from Dave (VooDoo Ben) stating that he had gotten the game and the expansion and created a character. That night I reinstalled it and downloaded all the update patches (god bless broadband) and whipped up my character (Tressik). After a few hours, I was already up to level 4 and by the time I found Dave's character (with the long unpronounceable name) he was only level 1. I busted ass to try and catch up with the level I thought he would be but I overshot it so badly that he and I can't be in the same group or else neither of us get experience from kills. Maybe I'll play my old characters for a while. Maybe I can keep from playing for a while. Not likely.
23:05EST-FRI-10/6/2K
- Wouldn't you just know it? Just when I thought the weekend was going to be supremely unpleasant for camping, I took a look at the weather report today and it said that everything would be nice and bright. Slightly overcast, perhaps, but still pretty nice and just a tad on the chilly side. Grrr... I find this out just a day after I get suckered into working this weekend. Oh well, at least it means that the weather will be better to drive around and get toasted at the pool hall tomorrow night. I was shown an interesting link by one of my co-workers. If you want to see Kristy, go here and check out the history unless she happens to be in front of her computer at that time.
1:05EST-FRI-10/6/2K
- Well it looks like the weekend of camping is going to be a freeze-out. Even if it doesn't rain, the temperatures are supposed to drop to a low of 25 or so. This wouldn't be so bad if it were in Centigrade, but Fahrenheit is another matter entirely. Damn, that's chilly. Again, the second body and a bottle of booze would be nice but at this point, I have neither. I guess I'll go play pool instead and maybe have a few drinks on the side. That should really help improve my coordination (yeah, right). Actually, you'd be amazed by our theory on the "Magic Beer". You see, it all started one weekend while we were at a local Goth club playing pool and drinking booze. We were playing like shite until we got onto our second bottles of beverage. Personally, I like hard ciders and hard liquors because I find most beers (damned near all) to be officially repugnant. Anyway, we were both on our second bottle a piece and we were playing great! At least we weren't sucking as bad as we were moments ago. Once we finished our second bottle and started drinking our third drinks, our games began to go back down hill but mostly that was because we were starting to get really drunk. I've tried to abstain from drinking while Patrick got to the beloved "Magic Beer" and he whooped my ass. Likewise, I would drink my first beer and then after starting the "Magic Beer", we would start playing and I would mop the floor with him. This is interesting and I'd like to put it to further test. Apparently this same magic carries over to Foosball as well...
20:56EST-TUE-10/3/2K
- Alright, maybe it won't be quite as rainy as I thought this weekend. Another web site states that the weekend will be sunny and that the rain will be earlier in the week. Well, that's all fine and good but it also states that the temperatures will be between 29-56 degrees on Sunday and not much better on Saturday. It won't affect me, I'll be wearing my cozy leather jacket and building a fire so big that the gods will notice us again. (Yes, it's a direct rip off from the Crow, but what a movie!) Combine that with a kick ass Coleman sleeping bag, a bottle of booze, and a second body and you've got a good time in store.
17:47EST-TUE-10/3/2K
- ARGH!!! Lori just pointed out to me that it was going to be raining this weekend. This bites. I had to fight to get this saturday off so I could go camping. I guess I can renegotiate my weekend schedule. Maybe they'll ask for help to work this weekend and then work my regularly scheduled day and seem like a great guy for giving up my weekend. Maybe I'll just stay in bed all day. That last one sounds like a real bummer though. Let us assume that the average person lives to be 70 years old. Let us also assume that they are enrolled in school at the tender age of 5. After 13 years of kindergarten and school plus a basic 4 years of extra school (8 more for freaks) then that brings our average person to 22 years of age after graduating. Most jobs require that you put in 40 years with the company before they will pay you to retire. Not even counting the various lesser jobs that we work while we are younger, our subject is now ready to live life for themselves and enjoy true personal freedom at the ripe age of 62 years old. Now, they only have 8 years left to live without having to wake up and work for anyone else or go to classes. These are supposed to be our "golden years" but I don't buy it. They buy Depends. What a rip off! I don't want to wait that long just to be free and too old to enjoy it. That's why I'm a fan of being a hedonist today. There is no guarantee of tomorrow. My waking up dead was proof enough of that.
4:33EST-MON-10/2/2K
- If you like the Muppets as much as I do then you might enjoy this link. Lyrics to Muppet Songs. My personal favorite song is Movin' Right Along.
18:09EST-SUN-10/1/2K
- Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. That's where you get the majority of your nutrients to last you through the day. If you have a good breakfast, you are smarter, faster, better, than people who don't. It's been proven. Didn't you ever watch Family Ties? Anyway, I neglected to get any food on the way to work today because my morning of playing Unreal Tournament went a bit longer than I hoped it would. Once I arrived, I purchased the breakfast of champions from the vending machines here. Cool Ranch Doritos and a Dr. Pepper. It's the best breakfast there is. It is brain food. They say that fish is supposed to be brain food but don't you believe them for one second. You know who live entirely off of fish? Eskimos. If they're so smart, how come they still live in ice mad igloos and live off of uncooked fish? Couldn't they invent a hibachi or something to cook the fish on? Oh yeah, they don't have trees. Just snow. Snow, fish and walruses. They could burn the walruses, but that wold probably smell really bad. Imagine having to be cold all the time, sleeping in a bed of snow and burnt walrus fur and eating raw fish. Doesn't sound like the smartest lifestyle. If fish were really brain food, they would have taken over the walrus and fish market by now, become rich and moved to Hawaii where they don't have snow or burnt walruses but they do have trees, fish, and hibachis. Instead, the people I think are smart (techies) all eat Doritos and drink Dr. Pepper. It's harder to keep a high speed global network up and running than to catch a fish and throw a snowball (IMHO).
4/43EST-SUN-10/1/2k
- The quest for mastering UNIX goes slowly, if at all. I keep meaning to bring up a web page and learn about it from there but tonight had different plans for me and I didn't make it to the book store. Besides, I do almost all my reading at home right before bed so technical manuals (while great to fall asleep to) are not meant to be read right before bed if you have any intention to retain anything you read. Also, it looks like I'm going to have to compile my own code if I intend to get it to work on this computer and that sounds like a task and a half. I should probably just start with Linux and use it while I learn about UNIX. I'm boring you, aren't I? I could tell some jokes but the only ones I can think of right now are really sick and you'd probably think I'm a real sick freak or something. It's true. I am a sick freak, but I want you to wonder just -how much- of a sick freak I really am. I like the mystery of it. Perhaps I'm kidding and I'm not really a sick freak at all. Maybe I go to bible school. Maybe I take matches with me. Who knows? Actually, I have to be honest. The whole purpose of this page is not to misguide anyone. I created this page so people will have an opportunity to get to know me better from a safe distance. So, if you are the impatient type then I will give you the answers here. Yes, I am more sick and freaky than most but not this bad. I never went to bible school. I do, however, carry matches or a lighter at all times. Happy?
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