It's been a long fucking week

And it's not quite over yet. Exam in like 6 hours. I'll be glad once that's done, because it'll give me ample time to prepare for my other exams next week (which really just means me probably fucking up until the last minute, like tooling around with Xbox Media Center, as pictured below. I took that screenshot a few minutes ago and transferred it to my computer. I tell you what, the Xbox would be really fucking cool even if it didn't play...Xbox games, and just acted as an emulator for every console pretty much up until the current generation and played every kind of media file I've been able to throw at it so far. It does those things. Well.)

I should have something more substantial to say in the next few days, because there have been some things worth writing about. There always are. For instance, I meant to write a blurb about this guy I saw driving around Newark with iPod headphones on. Let me repeat: driving around Newark with iPod headphones on. What an idiot, God damn. Does he not realize that what he's doing is illegal, but more importantly quite dangerous and places him well within the "retarded motherfucker" winners circle? Christ Fuck Eureka Dog Chow. There was something else I saw this week that made me question humanity, but I cannot remember it, and that's probably for the best as I have lots more information to digest right now.

My Desktop? I'd like to find the time to find a new theme / wallpaper for this and add some stuff in March. Maybe I'll redesign this blog too. This is all based around me having the time and drive to do such things.

An Email Anomaly

I'd like to write about these emails I've been receiving for months. Since November, I have been on a mailing list for a YMCA organization in West Virginia. I'm not sure how this happened, but my guess is that someone who is supposed to be getting these newsletters had an email address that was very similar to mine. I have not bothered to write back and correct the sender, because I actually kind of enjoy getting these emails. It makes me feel kind of special, and sometimes they have documents attached to them. Sometimes, an email from the HI-Y organization makes my day, even though it is clearly not intended for me.

Another Strange And Vivid Dream

I was in Los Angeles, visiting a friend who's name I do remember, but which does not seem important enough to include in this entry. I met Prodigy and Havoc of Mobb Deep, who insisted on telling me that they were not really as hard as they seemed and had never killed, robbed, sold drugs, or any of that - it was all for entertainment's purposes. This shocked me. I also talked to some other mid 90's era rappers from the NYC area. Then, I ended up at some very high class party. I think a few really long haired dogs were there too, along with butlers and gold plates and stuff.


It was strange, for sure. I don't know what's with me and sleeping so long / late the last few days, but it needs to end.

On Internet Conversations and Lethargy

Amendment to this gripe: This is more catered toward statements being made and questions being asked on internet forums, and does not apply directly to instant messaging, as IMs are more like speaking in person, and when we speak to one another in real life, we usually do not use complete sentences in this culture / language. That's all.

First, I'd like to say a few things about the Internet, people who use the internet, and conversations that people have on the internet. It is no secret that I spend a lot of time reading things online and frequent a few internet forums / communities. I have a few problems with people who use the internet across all mediums, be they forums, chat rooms, instant messages, games, or otherwise. The largest and perhaps most easily remedied problem is punctuation. I think some punctuation is better than no punctuation at all, to begin with. If you are making a paragraph without any kind of punctuation, no one will want to read that junk. It reeks of ignorance. If you have punctuation, but you over-punctuation, that is also bad. I really do cringe when I see people ask a question with multiple question marks. When I'm searching a support forum for a question I can't answer myself, it really bothers me to see someone put a fuckton of question marks after they ask their question, as if that will make their question seem that much more urgent or like that much more of a question. Like the aforementioned lack of punctuation, this brings the writer's intelligence into question and somehow conveys to the reader an incomplete mastery of written english. It doesn't matter how good an idea you have, or how smart you are in real life; if you're asking questions on the internet with a shitload of question marks, or writing out something amazing and not using punctuation, your point is instantly invalidated because you aren't presenting it with correct formatting. I think a good comparison is, f someone was giving a eulogy in a sing-songy voice, would you take that shit seriously? If someone let the words of a powerful speech dribble out of their lips in mumbles and whispers, would it have the same impact?

Or perhaps I should ask: if someon let the words of a powerful speech dribbal out of there lips in mumbels and wispers would it have the same impact?????????????????????


Second, I feel like a zombie. I am unable to move or do anything. I don't know what took all my energy, but I want it back.

Slept All Morning (A Bad Thing). Had Weird Dreams

I had an interesting dream that made me want to sleep a lot more, and a weird one. It's like I was stuck in the dreams, as I missed my morning class which was rather important (fuck). Also, my alarm didn't go off this morning and I assume that I got up in the middle of the morning and turned it off, which I have absolutely no recollection of. Anyway, back to the dreams. The first one was very good and it felt like it could be real. Short, with only a few brief lines of dialogue between myself and a second party. Actually come to think of it, I think there was only one line of dialogue spoken by the other party, and perhaps I didn't say anything at all. I said at most 5 words. Maybe it's showing me what I need to do. The second one, however was a real There was probably some stuff in between, in fact, almost definitely, but the second dream was rather epic and had something to do with Blood Oranges. Yes, Blood Oranges. I dreamed that all Blood Oranges were supernatural, and would infect the consumer of such fruit with some sort of disease where they would get warts everywhere. It was curable, but it was still quite dangerous. Maybe it turned people into zombies if they were infected long enough. I don't quite remember, as a lot of the details are fading away. Some of the oranges were disguising themselves as regular oranges, and I had to squeeze out some juice and put it up to my skin to see if it changed to a bloody color. So, dream analysis book-reader, what do you make of this?


I feel like I've been hit by a ton of bricks. A bowl of cereal will rejuvenate my awesome.

This morning,

I was walking to class. A man in a truck drove up to me and asked me how to get to Pencader. I could not remember, so I told him "I cannot remember." I tried to remember, but still could not remember. After holding up traffic for about a minute and a half while I tried to remember, he said "that's ok man" and drove away. For a few minutes, I felt bad. Then I realized, I do not spend enough time on campus to know all of these locations and shit. It isn't like I live there.



An hour later, I returned to the thought and instantly remembered where it was. Such is life.

FUCK, THERE IS BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE

I WILL DO THIS ENTIRE ENTRY WITH THE KEYBOARD ON CAPS LOCK TO DENOTE THE FRUSTRATION I AM FEELING AT THE BLOOD EVERYWHERE. BLOOD IS ALL OVER THE CARPET AND SHIT BECAUSE I HIT MY RIGHT PINKY TOE ON SOMETHING EARLIER AND IT BLED A LITTLE, BUT I DIDN'T PAY IT MUCH ATTENTION. NOW, APPARENTLY IT WAS BLEEDING A LOT MORE THAN I REALIZED BECAUSE THERE ARE RED SPOTS ON THE CARPET IN A WHOLE BUNCH OF DIFFERENT PLACES, AND I'M DAMN SURE IT'S NOT FROM ME MENSTRUATING AS I DO NOT HAVE THE CORRECT BODY PARTS FOR THAT FUNCTION OF LIFE, AND THE PAIN / SMALL WOUND IN MY TOE ALSO LEAD ME TO BELIEVE THAT IS WHERE THE BLOOD IS COMING FROM. I WOULD TAKE PICTURES OF THE BLOODY TOE AND FLOOR, BUT I THINK IT WOULD BE IN POOR TASTE. BLOOD STAINS DO NOT COME OUT TOO WELL. THIS IS REALLY FUCKED UP. GOOD THING I AM COVERING THE TOE IN A BANDAID NOW, BECAUSE OTHERWISE THERE WOULD BE MORE BLOOD IN MORE PLACES. I REALLY DO NOT LIKE THIS PINKY TOE. IT'S ALWAYS BEEN AN ENCUMBRANCE TO ME. I BELIEVE USEFF HAS THE SAME PROBLEMS WITH HIS TOE. THE NAIL ON THIS TOE IS FRAGMENTED AND STUFF. I HAVE FREAK FEET.

I Need Some Antihistamines Up In This Bitch

So , it looks like I'm sick again. Lovely. I'd like to say that I think I have a problem:

Sometimes, I enjoy the feeling of being sick. I like the dull warmth in my skull. It can make me say and do weird things, and I seem to laugh more. Laughing sucks though, because it makes me cough. Coughing hurts right now. This is some kind of respiratory infection.

Anyway, enough about being sick. What's really important is a) it looks like I'm not going to this first class of the day (AT LEAST) , as it starts in 10 minutes.

b)

...

Free Xbox. Soft modded (no chip), with a 250GB Hard Drive in there now. Oh Lordy, as good as the PS2 was to hack up, it is nothing compared to this. The Xbox scene is so much more professional. The "homebrew" software on this thing is insane. It's an excellent media player, the controllers are awesome too...the S controllers anyway - the big ones are terrible and gigantic, like the fucking system. Oh God, is this thing ever huge. I cannot remember owning a bigger, more cumbersome system. But really, I'm not complaining. It's a beautiful piece of big-ass machine. For those wondering, it is highly unlikely that I will write a guide to chipless modification for this console. It is far more complex to do, and there are already decent guides for this on the internet. I would not want to write a guide, and have people complain to me that their system is totally f'ed now, because they did something wrong. Furthermore, I even less want to write a guide, and ME screw something up in the guide, and be responsible for a bunch of dead Xboxes / hard disks / people (from the potential Xbox modder going overboard on a fit of rage over screwing everything up, and it was all they really had in life. That Xbox was all they had going for them, and now it's gone.) As I see it, the PS2 thing was very simple, and there were not any very straightforward, easy, step-by-step guides on the internet - none that I had seen anyway, and especially not with pictures showing you what's up and a detailed explanation of where to get stuff and what to get.

Oh yeah, and that hard drive I mentioned? How does 40 cents per gigabyte strike you? Yeah, I thought it was a pretty good deal myself. Anyway, one must take the good with the bad. I've definitely got a little of both going right now.

Very Cool Day

Wow. A free Xbox is now soft-modded, and working perfectly. All that's left to do is get a larger hard disk for it. I guess the trade off was that I wasn't able to go out tonight because of my mother's wackinesss, but come on: Free, modded, Xbox. Attended all my classes today, and I can safely say I feel like I have a better grasp on the material than 85% of the people around me. Woo.

Edict From Heaven

A divine being desires me to have an Xbox. I am meant to modify this "x box" and make it powerful and totally sweet.

Something I wrote in the rain

The rain, it does not bother me. I've even been known to tell people that I am allergic to umbrellas. I can think of few reasons to carry an umbrella through all kinds of weather. The only thing that annoys me is wet paper and books. I hav eonly once been so wet that I never thought I would dry out again. Don't take this to be some sort of tribute to rain and moisture and wetness, though, please don't do that. I prefer dryness, but I just do not mind the wet as much as others. Cold and wet though, is a different story. Every time I get hit with a freezing raindrop I feel like someone is playing my bones like a percussion instrument.

Cliche

Up late, having a good time for bad reasons. I don't know what it is with me finding songs I like to listen to over and over and over when it's late as hell.

RUINATION, AHOY!

To preface this post, I have found a few images from Google Image Search that were pulled up with the terms "ruin" and "ruination". Sadly, none of these accurately reflect what this post is about: The fact that their may be ruination of the academic variety ahead, in my future, the startlingly near future.













I missed my first class this morning because my alarm didn't go off. My computer is my alarm (Foobar2000 is set up to do this). I have learned from this mistake, and am now using my cell phone as a backup alarm. I had a chemistry quiz, which I thought I was going to fail miserably, but managed to answer every single question on it, so the results cannot be too terrible; in fact, they may even be good. Ruination is being staved nicely so far.

Oh, also aced my computer ethics quiz tonight. Boy, did I overprepare for that. 2 True / False questions. Lots of awesome people in that class, and but a single undesirable element, who is also highly entertaining. O, how it shall be.

Foobar2000 is so awesome that nothing else really matters. 

This is something I wrote a while ago

I was not entirely "myself" at the time of writing this, and it kind of rambles on. Oh well, maybe someone will get a kick out of it. I thought I'd put it up here before I deleted the text file from my PC. I like it better on the internet anyway.

These fucking people on BET are terrible. They're sucking the life out of the poor black religious community by putting these commercials on a blacks only channel. Yes, I said commercials, because that's what they are. This is not spiritual guidance. It's people with no talent, singing pied piper songs to the poor black rats of the communities to get them to throw their money at the television screen. The singers have no talent, as their God is the almighty dollar sign. This woman here is a piece of woman waste. She is money hungry, unable to sing, with an old face covered by makeup. I cannot believe someone would desecrate something that is sacred to so many by using it to sap and leech money from the underclassed, the former slaves? I hate these men. This man Pastor RObert Tilton, who is only reading passages from the bible that support his "give my 'church' money" mantra. They think they're giving these people help, but they're doing nothing. It disturbs me so bad that he can't go 3 minutes without mentioning "Go to the phones" and "give a donation." These are not "vows of faith" as mister tilton so crisply says. These are giveaways that reveal the ignorance of the american people and their love for "God". This makes me wonder, people say the bible is the best book there is. What if this is a good book, and a good guide to how to get rich quick? That's the way it seems. People need God. If you can sell them god with shitty pamphlets like "how to pay your bills supernaturally, you've done well. This is so disgusting. How can they say that "by making a vow to god and faithfully paying that vow, you will learn to combat poverty." That is a direct quote. If this message goes out to who it is intended to, these people will put their money into this "church" and it's money that could better be used to better their lives directly. How can he be telling these people to send the money in "today" with eyebrows raised, and then show him and his nasty singing bitch wife praying over some fake , obviously fake stock letters that are supposed to be all their "vows pf faith". This Robert Tilton is a terrible person, but he has a nice way of life set up here. One based on lying. I hope he doesn't believe in god. if he does, he surely knows that he's going to hell. This guy's formula is as follows: Take the bible's passages that talk about worship and praising and giving to the lord. Change the name of God to Robert Tilton, and you're all set.


el shaddai indeed.

The End

Day Can't Get Me Down

I woke up this afternoon at 4:45. I had class at 5pm, so this was not what I would consider a good thing. I grabbed a gatorate, put a meatball sandwich in the other hand, and walked outside. What happened when I got outside was unexpected: it was like a heatwave, mixed with a blizzard, mixed with torrential downpour - only the opposite of these things. It was the nicest day I had seen in a long time. At this point, I made a decision: I wasn't going to let today get me down. I ended up missing that class; I was 20 minutes late, and it wasn't in the class listed on my schedule, but that is ok. On the way back to my car from my failed attempt at attending the class, I growled "fuck." But that's as far as I'm letting it go. This day won't be getting me down.

I've been home for almost THREE HOURS

And I've spent the vast majority of this time organizing my music collection, and making sure I have album art for everything. I would say 95% of my albums have their art now, and the ones that don't are simply impossible to find.

Say, does anyone know of a program that will give me a nice looking html file if I tell it where to locate my music folders? I've tried finding one in the past, but I really don't know where to start.

I'm procrastinating.

At least I'm REALIZING it early, this time. I saw a funny name on soulseek.



"What Piracy?"

Reflection on the Weather and Involuntary Action

On days like today, I grit my teeth. Not necessarily because it is useful, but because it is usually necessary to keep my teeth from chattering. It is involuntary. This makes my usually sulky "walking face" into one that is little more than a grinning brown skull. My heart beats with increasing speed as I write this; such quickening is useless to me, simply a reaction to persons with faces long unvisited by my eyes. But, like the terrible grin I make in the damp cold, I have little choice but to go along with the flow. My mind cries no as my body stubbornly growls yes, and makes such things happen. So many things in life follow this same crooked antilogic.