Wow.
I mean, just... Wow...
I set out with a task in mind. One to write a Blog so grand that I'll prbbably end up talking like Max Payne. One so grand it will elittle all that have come before it, and turn to ash the unworthy thoughts of thsoe to follow. A Blogger so grand... That I'm probably not gonna pull it off.

But I'm gonna try.

First thing of note: There will be no subsections and what not in this Blog. I'm just gonna write till I forget how.
First means Second thing of note: I will no longer accept ANY comments or crap about my Blog or Webpage by any vein other than E-mail. If you have a problem with me not updating, e-mail me or shut up. People who fail tot ake notice of thsi will be ignored or stuck on some kinda blockage list. The world is screwed, and so is my patience.

On to buisness.

Have you ever dreamed?
Have you ever hoped, prayed, sacrifice the blood of virgin 2 Minute noodles to a Dark God in the hopes of the chance at possibly being able to effect the world?

Being able to shape epoples minds?
Being able to help others?
Being able to throw around Busses?
So have I.
So has everyone probably. From being the next coming of Christ to being MAgneto himself.
Or a Cartoonist.

See, I live under the assumption that I, personally, have a huge untapped potential. That I contain creative energies that could some day make me money. Lots of money. Novels. Movie Scripts. Acting. Drawing. Poetry. Computer Games. I just... Know, it's all within my grasp.
But I'm afraid.
Of what, I don't know... Maybe of letting go of my past. Of giving up the life I'm comfortable with.
However, this leads to 2 different topics at once.
The first, "Don't Ask, Don't Tell"
The second? ICQ. It's everywhere.

So... Let's kick it up a notch.

Don't Ask, Don't Tell. It's a simple premise for a series.
I can draw.
That's it, that's the whole script. The fact that I can draw and have enough crazy ass jokes in my head, and as I've discovered, enough talent as to make a regular comic series possible. Besides that, I know crazy people. Crazy people are always funny. Look at Peneny-arcade. They get hits for setting stuff on fire and having an alcoholic video player thingy. What is that thing anyway? Heh... Drink Drink Revolution.
Anyway. Some, or many, might question my artistic abilities. So, to silence these qualms, I shall post a sample of my work. And I don't want any smartass remarks. Enjoy it, or read Machall.

Kiljoy [Orig] [Lineart] [Basic] [Fin]
Virohex [Orig] [Lineart] [Basic] [Fin]

The colouring was done by Viro, and until Viro finished himself, there won't be a link. Or maybe I'll link to the black and white when he uploads it. Whatever.

Ya know... I live in constant fear of accidentally closing this window these days. And to that end, I'm gonna upload this unfinished masterpiece. I'll edit-continue it from there...

Done!
Now I need caffeine. Then I'll regale you with tales of ICQ. Or maybe I'll watch Samo. Late night TV is cool..

Samo is cool.
Watching it.
Here's some comics to chew on for those quick enough to be reading my page already.
PVPonline - Classic
Penny Arcade - Classic.
Winter - Just seen it. Nice art. Promising.
Machall - My new, personal mini-gods.
Polymer City - Very clean art.
Megatokyo - Recently started reading. Nice art. Slow story.

Unscheduled interruption to my scheduled ICQ story.
I've just read a page of people discussing the WTC attack like it was toasting a sandwhich. Some referenced the Bible, others referenced Nostredamus. Others stuck big freakin' smilies at the end of their messages. Is it society that makes people like that? Able to just... Talk about it? Argue the dates? Write up the 'maths' that shows how September 11th was some kind of chosen day?? Or is it the sick bastards like that, including one guy on the board who seems to lay a possible, frighteningly real, final statement cursing America and makes various innuendos that he will be involved in the bombings. And he seems to say this before the date of the attack, with the attack date 'in his scope'... Is Society influenced by these guys, or are they influenced by us?

Does some guy predicting something make it happen,
or does knowledge of that prediction make it occur?

You get told that you'll be killed on a certain street, so you spend the next 10 years of your life avoiding that street. One day, you end up in a car crash on the other side fo town. The ambulance comes and picks you up, but due to road works, has to go down that street. The doors fall open, you fall out and are promptly run over by a Mac truck. Now, if you hadn't of avoided the street, would you have ended up as red mist??

It's all so... Scary, I guess.
[Sleep now. Blog later. Don't worry, I've got nothing to do tommorrow and notes on what I wanted to say.]

AHHHH!
Look.... Blogger....
Still not updated.
Yeesh...
Time flies.
And updates at 1 in the morning aren't normally smart, but you people have been patiently waiting, ignoring this page... So, I owe it to all of you to finish the update. Now, where'd I put my list of stuff....

Found it!

Hmmm... Can't remember anything I actually intended to write next, so I'll meander from one subject to another randomly.
But first, PUBLIC FORUMN FOR ABUSE!!!

I call to your attention the entity formally referred to as Tasha, now referred to as the Tam of the new entitiy 'TimTam' because it annoys her.
Very recently, I have been regaled by someone I care about a great deal for, with tales of a certain someone, or, hell, TimTam insulting a gift from that someone (Elise, duh) to Tam.
I haven't seen the gift in question, but I have been informed it was refferred to as a 'sundae' by both Tam and Tim.
So, Tam, she who hast hit my beloved. Time for public abuse. you don't like it? Too bad, I hide from everyone on ICQ, you can't seem to send me e-mails and I hardly ever read your Livejournal.
First and foremost... Stop being freakin' co-dependant! I mean... Freakity.
You and Tim are like, crazy.
You can't even carry on a decent insult fest with one of you without the other stepping in.
(Yer, yer. I know. Couples should stick up for each other. Whatever.)
But Elise spent a lot fo time and effort on ALL of the presents she brought back. It's not easy shopping for people.
Especially in a foreign country filled with little smelly people.
So for both you and Tim to then insult the gift she brought back, that's just plain ungrateful bitchfulness. You don't like it, then you should just give it back to her for her to give to someone who will appreciate it.
Then, there's the matter of the slapping.
I wasn't present, so I'm not fully aware of events, but from what I have been told, Elise slapped Tim after the present insulting.
Good for her. He deserved it. Hell, he's not even part of the 'group' far as I'm concerned.
And then Tam slapped Elise back.
NO!
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
For one thing, Tam (And beleive me, that's the very nicest thing I could call you right now), you run around hitting guys all the feckin' time for verbal insults.
Then, when someone does the same to your boyfriend, you go and slap HER?
FECK NO.
You were an ungrateful little &%^$# and so was he. You probably both shoulda been slapped.
And if I EVER hear of anyone EVER freakin' well hitting Elise again, I swear the person involved with suffer feckin' SERIOUS bodily harm.
I'm an unbalanced individual who's a lot stronger than he looks, carries a knife, and is highly overprotective.
If you think I'm kidding, hit Elise.
I'll snap your fucking arm.

[Pause for a minute for me to calm. In case it's not clear, I am PISSED.]

Now, onto lighter and less violent news.
First, two apologies.
First, to Sally Hammond who has a party tommorrow night.
Sally, you're not going to read this, but I am once again sorry I can't attend.
Second, to nathan Jolly, who also has a party tommorrow night.
Once again, sorry Nate, but me and Elise won't be coming to that either.
Happy birthday though!!

Next, perhaps the most important matter of all... Buffy.
Recently Penny Arcade mentioned Buffy in a news post.
It was something along the lines of he didn't care (He beign Gabe) how she came abck to life.
He was just glad he could get his life back to normal.
Which is true.. Buffy... Do not go quietly into that dark-light-at-end tunnel.
Fight it buffy! Come back to us!!

Somewhat related to Buffy. Dark Angel.
What DO you people think?
I know one person who is a devoted fan.
Personally... Eeeh.
If it's on, I'll watch it. Otherwise.. No trauma. It's been said that it's a Buffy substitute, but I disagree. No Willow or Xander. Pfft. Original Cyndie and her third person complex can bite me. So can all that pouting, 'greatest ________' yet stuff. And so far, the plot just doesn't seem all that inspired to me... Now, the Dark Angel movie, that was pretty cool.

Swapping subjects again, it's time for some memorial services.
First, to Sega.
They were and are a great company, they just advertise badly.
Second, to the Dreamcast.
You were my friend through long nights of Sonic Adventure, and I will always remember you for your inventiveness and your ability to take 4 controllers straight out of the box, unlike some OTHER products I could mention... (PS2 = Bad)
Third, Ronin...
I don't know if you're dead, or just missing... But Ronin has been shattered, like a Samurai sword against China Secret... I will mourn you, as may well some others. Perhaps one day, those true of heart and seeking vengance upon those who would take the prizes from LANs for themselves will forge you anew, once more, with a heart strong enough to eat a cow. Don't ask how that works.... I lost the Diagram...

And, while we're on the subject of death, let's move onto MacDonalds and their 'food'.
Now, I don't care if you think MacDonalds are better than KFC.. You're wrong.
My opinion, but it's the right one.
I mean, KFC doesn't charge 50c for a 30c cone, DO THEY? HAH! I win again!
And... MacDonalds... Chicken... It's... It's just... So wrong...
So... So wrong... Especially after you get it and it's a shrivelled battery chicken courpse that's dry and tastes like regular chicken.
Flavour will suprise me my ass! It'll only suprise me if I sprinkle damn flavour packets on every mouth full.

Also, despite my earlier outburst, I'm trying to develop a more level headed philosophy. More Zen like or whatever. Like crude oil off a Penguins back.
You see, it's important to enjoy life. Especially LANs. You shouldn't be logging everything and checking your stats everytime you play.
Sometimes it should just be for fun.
For challenge.
To toy with their mind and advance your skills.
I hope, somehow, to foster a LAN soon that will involve such principles.
No logging and stats, just playing for fun. A supportive atmosphere. Something to remind us why we play at LANs...
No super teams no-one can beat. No cost. No lamers insulting you just before you kick their ass.
Just... Lannage.
It'll happen.
If I organise it, they will come...
And I will organise it...







Sorry. Felt there was need for a Dramatic pause...
Now. Elise.
Recently, she was in Japan. For all of the School Holidays.
Doi..... Consider me whimpering like a puppy.
Forunately, as with most time, this time also slipped through the cracks in my conciousness quite quickly... And then she was back.
I did miss her while she was away, though.
It let me catch up on some stuff I'd been missing while seeing her so much.
Sleep deprivation.
Internet comics.
Old friends.
But not as much as I had intended. Like I said, my time management sucks.
Then she returned. After she returned, I wanted to see her fo course. So I did, the next day, for.. I don't know... 3-5 hours?
It might sound like a lot, but you still can't fit 2 whole weeks of hugging into that amount of time.
So, by all accounts, I'm probably still behind.
On the upswing, I did get a cool little samurai sword out of it.
Hi-yah! Halakile!!
I also got some other stuff, and I like it all. =) (And I DID NOT refer to any of it as sundaes)

Since her return from Japan however, we have celebrated our 6 month anniversary.
It might not seem like much to some of you out there... But to all you computer nerds without girls, it probably seems like an eternity.
And in some ways, it feels that way...
in a GOOD way, damn you.
I feel like I've known Elise for... Well, my memory sucks, so giving an exact measurement fo imaginary feel time is impossible... But, it feels like a long time. IT's nice. I feel comfortable around her. She probably knows me better than most... Even I'm not sure I fully understand myself. I believe, quite seriously, that I might have some kind of mental illness... But I hide my darker side from people. Elise doesn't seem to care if I have a darker side and.. Other fuzzy, warm feelings.
Also, 6 month anniversaries are tricky. I mean, do you go by date or by day? Or... What? And if by date, what if you start going out on a Leap day??? MUWHAHAHHAHAHAAAA!
Elise got me a bright yellow bear for an anniversary gift. I've gotten her something which I hope she likes... No clues for her here. It's a supwise! Maybe I'll update after I give ti to her.. Or maybe not.

Also, our first semi-date-thingy was during Emperors New Groove.
Which is now out on DVD and VHS.
And I own it.
Just had to rub it in...

Hmmmm... Well.... It's 2 in the morning now. This Blog is so large very few, if any, of you will probably ever read it, and it's not nearly as monumental as I'd hoped.
Oh well.
Life'sa Bitch and then she has puppies.

Night folks.
May the Schwartz be with you.
Boom, Baby. (Possibly taken from Emperor's New Groove.)
-His Kiljoyness.
Summer drips away into Autumn rains.
Time keeps on slipping...
Keeps on falling...
Raked into piles, and blown away.
We're scattered to the wind
And shattered like Ice.
We can't hold on,
we can't turn back.
We're sliding downhill too fast to stop.
Life is what happens,
while you're trying to get ahold of eternity.
And Death is what happens,
when the ice melts and we fall through.

Time is nature.
Time is force.
Superman can outrun a speeding bullet,
and live forever...
But he can't save Lois from old Age.
He can't turn back the clock.
He can barely swallow that Kryptonite...
With a smile on his lips..
As he slips away...
Falls through the ice...
There's always time.
But no time to stop.
(C) S.Porter

No, this doesn't make sense to me either.
posted by Unknown at 10/04/2001 08:59:00 AM [edit]