Sunday, January 31, 2010

This Addiction

Alkaline Trio just released a new album. Needless to say, I...

Well...I guess that that phrase means that there's no need to say it. Why do people always say that before saying something that "doesn't need to be said?" It just makes it double unnecessary.

I'll let you know how it is if I can manage to pick it up today.

Damn it.

The more I think about this DDR conundrum, the more upset and frustrated I get.

And the worst part is that there's nothing that I can do about it. There are absolutely no functional machines anywhere in Columbia (at least not that I've found, and I've looked), and there's really no way to solve the noise issue. But they have every right to complain about it. Actually, I feel like I need to go apologize to them. I feel bad for making them put up with that for so long.

But I need DDR. It was keeping me sane.

Fucking fuck damn shit.


Saturday, January 30, 2010

You know what I love?

Movies without computer graphics.

Go rent The Merry Gentleman. It's very good.


Friday, January 29, 2010

A terrible thing happened today.

We finally got a complaint from the people in the room below us about me playing DDR all the time.

I can't be mad. I don't blame them. I wouldn't want to listen to that, either.

A guy from the leasing office came by today to give us our warning before they filed the complaint.

So...I guess that means no more DDR for me at school.


Goodbye, what little pathetic shreds of happiness I had left.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

King DropDropDe

This video is of dire importance.

Please, click away. It is imperative.


Wednesday, January 27, 2010

I discovered today through reading for my philosophy class that Marxist theory makes a lot of interesting points.

I think I'd like to read some more on the topic. I've apparently been told a lot of lies about it, and I'd like to learn more of the facts about the ideology.

Also, I just ate another bowl of Grape Nuts and I'm here to tell you, they are still bad.


Tuesday, January 26, 2010

No More Heroes 2: Desperate Struggle came out today.

For now, it must wait, but I am vehemently looking forward to playing it when I come across the necessary funds.

I finished The Stars My Destination by Alfred Bester last night. I think it is safe to say that that was easily one of my favorite books. Anybody even slightly interested in science fiction (or just fiction in general, really), should check it out. It was very well-written, superbly exciting, intensely interesting and creative, and vastly profound. It blew me away.

Anyway, I'm starting Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury tonight (hopefully).

But for now I have to go cram for a music quiz that I have in a few hours. I already know the material from playing instruments in the past, but I'd hate to not look over it and then bomb the quiz and loathe myself for the rest of the day.


Monday, January 25, 2010

My roommate and I watched Speed Racer yesterday, and let me tell you, that movie was an absolute blast. I loved loved loved this film. The movie was so much fun. It was just so kinetic and so full of energy and color and style that it was almost overwhelming at times. Almost.

Now, I know that a lot of people hated this movie because it's not what the "hardcore fans" wanted or whatever it was that they found to complain about, but I grew up watching the show, and I thought that it was pretty faithful to the source material. I think that the people complaining about it were just trying to hate it and just need to drop the act.

But it was a ton of fun. See it. I highly, highly recommend it.


Sunday, January 24, 2010

The final frontier, revisited

I have gone through a bit of a radical change in my life over the past few days.

In reading so much about outer space as of late, I have formulated a sort of purpose for my being.

I need to build things for celestial use. I need to contribute to the program. As a lowly engineering student, I have accepted the fact that I will most likely never leave our atmosphere. I will never experience weightlessness. I will never view the earth externally. I will never gaze upon the stark blackness that is the vacuum of space. I will never fear death at the slightest mistake; the slightest equipment failure.

We are just not there yet. It's not impossible, but improbable.

But it is coming. This technology is imminent. It will not be long before space is something that future generations will begin to take for granted. While it is depressing to know in my heart that it is unlikely that I will ever experience these technologies first hand, my recent studies have moved me into a sort of passion that I have never before experienced. I must be a part of this. I must contribute to these advancements. I want people of our future to know that when the general public became uninterested in the space program, that I was there to care about it. I want historians to know that when people were too caught up in their cell phone technology and their convenience gadgetry to care about the big stuff, that there were still some who cared about true, lasting, and revolutionary progress. I want people to know that when the general consensus in this country was that the space program was wasteful and not worthy of the necessary funding, that we were there, feverishly supporting it.

I just want people to know. I can not let this passion for mechanics go unexpressed. I want to leave my mark on this world somehow, however small or indirectly. I refuse to grow, learn, live, and die without note. I need to know that I have contributed to something important. So this is my purpose: to benefit space exploration. I am still trying to wrap my head around how, but there it is, plain and simple.

You know, it's traumatizing really, going from having no reason to live other than the fear of harming others in my own demise to having such an intense purpose and motivation for life that the mere thought of the subject matter brings a tremble to my breath.

It is a lot to handle, and it is suffocating me.

But I have latched onto the idea like a child latches onto his favorite toy, refusing to let go.


Friday, January 22, 2010

The final frontier...

I just finished reading The Promise of Space by Arthur C. Clarke. It was an endeavor, and it took me an entire semester to finish (the book is a reasonably detailed history of rocket science/the space program, and was therefore hard to take in large chunks), but it was thoroughly enjoyable, and I highly recommend it to anyone interested in such things. It was written in the late sixties, so it does not cover more recent advancements, but in some ways, I preferred that. It was really cool to read about some of Clarke's predictions for modern day aeronautic technology and reflect upon which ones have come true, which ones were overestimated, and which ones are coming true as we speak.  If I start talking about any of these things in even the most minute detail, I will go on forever, so I'd better not.

Anyway, if you  are even remotely interested in space and what it took to get us out there for the first time and how far we have come since then, I can not recommend this book enough. Go pickup a copy.

I have a big stack of novels sitting over here which I can finally start reading. These should go faster than the non-fiction that I've been reading, and I will report in as I start/finish them.

Tomorrow morning, I will be starting The Stars My Destination by Alfred Bester. But for now, I'm going to watch some episodes of Angel. My eyes (and mind) are tired.


I must eat here at some point in my life.

I must.


Thursday, January 21, 2010

I just reinstated my Netflix account. I've been wanting to get back into anime again lately, and Netflix and piracy are really the only inexpensive ways to do that. And seeing as how I kind of have a big problem with the piracy scene, I don't really pirate things, so Netflix was really the only choice.

Anyway, I'm planning on just watching a bunch of series one-after-the-other-style over the next couple of months. I...have a lot more free time in the evenings now, so I'm thinking that it's probably doable. The first series I intend to watch is called "Air Gear." It's apparently about futuristic roller blade gangs, which is almost impossible for me to deny.

I'm also planning on reading a lot more this semester. I'm not sure why, but I've been...disenchanted with video games lately. I'm not really interested in any of the boring, carbon-copy bullshit that's being released, and I'm not super interested in replaying old games for right now. I think No More Heroes might have had something to do with this feeling, too. I beat it last week, and ever since then I haven't cared about games. I feel like it kind of ruined video games for me for a little while. No More Heroes was just so much fun and so kinetic and so interesting and so gripping that now, coming back to play normal video games again just feels...weird.

So, instead of trying to force myself back into games, I've decided to just kind of take a break and develop some of my other hobbies and interests for a while.

Although I'm still playing DDR.

A lot of DDR.


Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Falcon Pawnch

Wiggity-whack, yo.


Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Well, I just came to the second horrifying realization of the day.

I just realized that there are almost no photographs of my college career so far. There are probably less than ten pictures of me in college doing college things, and I've been here for almost three years now. I feel like I don't exist. There is no documentation of the things that I have done. But I guess it doesn't really matter. The things that I have done don't amount to much, anyway. I guess to really have fun in college, you have to have friends and get drunk. Maybe then I would have some pictures. Or stories. Or anything.

Three years, and all I have to show for it are these mediocre grades.

I feel like such a waste of life, space, and resources.
I was hit with what was definitely one of the strongest pangs of nostalgia of my entire life today. For  some reason, I thought back to a time when music was an obligation to me. A time when I could read music as though those cryptic, cyphered symbols were but letters of words in a novel, but I did not care. It held no value to me. It was just something that I did because "it was good for me." It brought me no joy.

The only thing that I could think about the whole time that I was reflecting upon this was the realization of how much of an ignorant fool I was. I would give anything to still be able to do that now.

But alas...mathematics is my life now. Maybe after school I can get back into music.


Monday, January 18, 2010

I went out to Waldenbooks in the mall earlier today. They're going out of business, and they've only got seven days left, so everything they have left is super cheap. I bought Childhood's End by Arthur C. Clarke and Something Wicked This Way Comes by ray Bradbury. I paid a total of five dollars (cheaper than the price of either individual book) and I look forward to reading both of them. I'll add them to my stack of books to read this semester.

I went into Waldenbooks with the intention of buying Dungeons and Dragons 4th edition books if they still had them, but alas, they did not. I went to Barnes and Noble afterwards to browse the magazines. I've been thinking about subscribing to Scientific American. Or possibly Popular Mechanics. Anyway, I was just a'browsin', and I noticed the headings on the categories in the magazine section. Under "Women's Interests," there was nothing but beauty and gossip and "how to wow your man in bed: 100 spicy positions to zest up your love life" magazines like Cosmopolitan, Vogue, People, We, etc. So, I went looking, and, sure enough, I found the "Men's Interests" section. It was nothing but porn. Nothing but porn and Maxim and FHM. Frankly, I was insulted.

Now, a lot of people would probably look at that and say to their friends, "HAR HAR, that's so funny because it's true HA HA HA." But not me. I lost a little bit of hope today. Surely we as men and women cannot be described that stereotypically. Please somebody tell me that that is not true. I know that it does not show, but I actually hold out a lot of hope for humanity. I think that we are bigger and better than that. I think that, for the most part, we are made up of interesting and passionate individuals. When I go into a rant about "society" or "the mainstream," I am mainly just referring to the vocal minority. Unfortunately, that is the standard by which every group is judged, but, getting back to the point, I like to think that there is more to us than just "Women are obsessed with appearance and men think with their dicks."

Apparently Barnes and Noble does not agree. Or maybe the problem just comes from trying to be so polite about it. Why not just label them the porn and vanity sections? Everybody knows that that's what they are, and you can't disguise porn from minors. They will find it.

Anyway...sorry, I guess? I guess it's not really that big a deal. I'm just angry today for some reason. I had a really good day yesterday, so I guess I'm having an anxious day today to balance it out.


Sunday, January 17, 2010

I'm not a perfect person

There's many things I wish I didn't dooo

But I continue learning

I never meant to do those things to you

And so I have to say before I gooooooooo

That I just want you to knooowwwwwww

I've found out a reason for meeeeeeeeee

To change who I used to beeeeeeeeeeee

A reason to start oooover newww

And the reeeeaaasoooon is yoooooouuuuuuuu


*chew chew chew*


Saturday, January 16, 2010

Rocco Botte of Mega 64 just uploaded a quick, one minute video today on his youtube channel.

Every time I watch this video, the ending induces nigh unstoppable laughter from me.

Well...I'm off to play more DDR. Again. I think that I've got a real problem. I can't stop revolutionizing my dance dance. My legs itch to step on those arrows when I am not playing it. I'm starting to think that maybe I should take some actual dance lessons. Maybe my body is trying to tell me something. The release of energy that I get when I play DDR is absolutely intoxicating, and I feel that actual dancing would give me similar relief.

But for now, I will settle for hopping around in place on a plastic mat.

Mmm...I love the rain. I love the way that it makes the world look. So dreary and grey and peaceful in a weird, somber way.

The sound of cars driving upon the wet roads next to my apartment makes having to listen to the motorcyclist douchebags gun their engines down the road every other day of the week worth it.

I love the sound of wet roads. It is second only to glass shattering.

I was stricken with a horrible sadness today.

From where it emanated, I'm not really sure.

It came upon me so quickly. I was sure that it was going to be crippling.

So I beat my mind to the punch and played DDR until my legs gave out.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Ugh, I can't stop thinking about this.

I was reading The Promise of Space by Arthur C. Clarke last night. It is a masterful work of non-fiction, and I highly recommend it. Anyway, I was reading a chapter about orbiting different planets, and there was a chart of every planet's escape and orbital velocities.

The sun's orbital velocity is 980,000 mph.

Just think about that for a minute.

A million miles per hour just to establish orbit around the sun.

A million miles per hour!


Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Drinkable Reviews updates

I have posted a news post about some policy changes to my beverage review blog. If you are interested, the blog can be located here.


Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Oh shit!

I just found half of a Butterfinger that I had wrapped up in a napkin to save for later, placed on my desk, and promptly forgotten about.

What a pleasant surprise.

It's back.



Monday, January 11, 2010

I just thought I would share this with you guys.

Even if you're not into games, it's worth reading. The article isn't really about the game. It's about the controversy of the depictions of women in the industry and why Bayonetta, despite her seemingly overly sexual appearance, is not just another large-chested sex object.

It's interesting stuff.


Saturday, January 9, 2010

You know, I'm getting tired of people telling me that "there is a woman somewhere out there for you."

Because honestly, I don't think that there is.

Or, at least, maybe there shouldn't be.

All that I seem to be able to do is cause pain.

And I don't want to hurt anybody else.

I've never wanted to.

But it always seems to happen, regardless.

Why am I even here?

What good am I doing?

Friday, January 8, 2010

So I bought two new Dance Dance Revolution bundles a few days ago. They were selling official game and pad bundles brand new and sealed at Big Lots for fifteen dollars each, so I picked up DDR X and DDR Supernova 2. I mainly purchased Supernova 2 for the pad. The songs are a lot of remixes of american pop songs from a few years ago. I haven't played it yet. So who knows, maybe it will be fun.

As it turns out, I'm a lot better at DDR than I originally thought. Apparently my old pads were so broken that I just thought I sucked. Anyway, I've been playing a lot of DDR lately. DDR X has some really fun songs, and the new pads were a wonderful investment.

DDR is one of the few things in this world that totally clears my head. It's a good feeling for me, as my mind is typically racing about five things at once at any given point of the day. I don't know what it is about DDR that clears my head out so, because I do plenty of other things that require similar levels of concentration. But I've decided not to question it. I've decided to just take the fact that DDR is one of the only things that I have  found that can make me stop thinking as a blessing.


Wednesday, January 6, 2010


I got a pair of gloves today. Finally. I lose all manual dexterity as soon as my hands get cold, so I'm glad I finally got some.

Sigh...I guess this can be grouped in with the grapefruit juice post as the most frivolous bullshit that can be found on the internet.

I feel so boring.


Tuesday, January 5, 2010

I just found out that we have, in fact, created anti-matter.

This is one of the most exciting days of my life.
I just made some fresh squeezed grapefruit juice. It was absolutely delectable.

Monday, January 4, 2010

I let my anger get the best of me today.

I was just driving home from meeting my dad for lunch, and on the final stretch home, something came over me. I felt it like a swift wave of rage just pouring over me, and for the first time in my life, I did not try to restrict it. I just let it happen. And not in the "I didn't know what was going on" sense. I knew what was happening, and I consciously allowed myself to be temporarily consumed in the emotion. It was horrifying, but exhilarating.

Anyway, as a result of this anger, I decided to drive my car as fast as I could. So the accelerator was pushed straight to the floor under the influence of my right foot, aided by the weight of my heavy leather dress shoes. I felt my body pressed back into the seat, and my neck muscles straining ever so slightly to maintain my head's position in the vehicle. The engine began to whine, and the hard plastic of the gear shift in my hand began to vibrate a little too hard. My left foot automatically dropped the clutch pedal down to the floor, as my right hand shifted to third. My left leg rushed back up towards the steering column, with the clutch pedal in rapid pursuit. I imagined the force of the clutch slamming against the engine under the hood, but my right foot was ready, already pinning the accelerator down to the floor. The car lurched ever so slightly, and rocketed forward.

Success. I've done a million times, but am still fully aware of the process. My mind abstracts no part of it.

The car gains speed.

I shift to fourth gear...

Fifth gear...

Hold in fifth gear...


Third gear. The engine screams in agony, but obeys nonetheless. The car leaps forward so violently that the Chemical Brothers track blaring out of my stereo skips as the CD is jarred from it's proper place. Needles all over the dashboard jump wildly, but I don't see them. I haven't looked at the dash since I took my seat in the vehicle twenty minutes ago. I feel the car's velocity top out and I shift back to fifth. The engine quiets a bit and my speed levels out. I feel the blood rushing ever so slightly in my temples, and notice my vision just barely blur in my peripherals. I see everything around me. Judging by the trees and fences whipping past, I must be going somewhere between 80 and 90 miles per hour. I come up to a bend, slowing a bit. A UPS truck parked in the street comes into view about 300 feet away. My left leg drops the clutch as my right foot jumps to the brake and depresses it gradually, but urgently. I slowly come to a near halt behind the truck as the driver returns to his seat and continues his route.

I drove the rest of the way home at a moderate speed, feeling relieved at having gotten some of that out of my system but knowing that it needs to not happen again. At least not unpredicted like that.


Sunday, January 3, 2010

I just got back from Greenville. On the way back, we stopped at a Wal-Greens to get some drinks and things, and as I was waiting I wandered into the toy aisle, where I found this:

I think that there has been a mix up at Marvel's franchise marketing department.

It's firin' time.

'Nuff said.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Fatty fats and Tootsie Pops

The "Acai Berry Diet Plan" sure sounds like dieting to me...

Oh, by the way, I meant to mention earlier that I had a banana Tootsie Pop a few days ago. As some of you know, I love Tootsie Pops. They are my favorite candy, and Tootsie has been releasing new flavors lately, which is very exciting. Banana was pretty good. Raspberry still soundly maintains its position as my favorite, as the banana was a little bit too sugary for my taste.

Not that I would ever, ever turn down a banana Tootsie Pop, mind you.


Friday, January 1, 2010

Horray! It's a new year and everything is exactly the same!

I dunno. Maybe it's the scientist in me, but I have a hard time getting excited about the new year. Nature does not change. The movement of the planets steadily hold their regularly defined gravitational orbits. The only thing that changes is that now I have to start writing 2010 on my checks and assignments, which is something that I'm not going to be able to do on the first try until late November, anyway. It's a celebration of an arbitrary human assignment of when our arbitrary man-made system of measuring time moves into a new increment. I mean...imagine if we celebrated every hour: staring at our watches, counting down the seconds, and drinking so much that we don't even remember what happened. It would make just as little sense. To me, at least.

Happy new year, nonetheless.

I have taken a good many pictures of things of amusement lately, and I'll try to post those as regularly as possible over the next few days. The first of which being:

Clearly intentional, but still funny.