It's official

I've gone full blown nerd. I just crossed that line and jumped out of my casual nerd dolor and right into the throes of full-on-mega-nerd.

I just got in my first argument over anime.

Do I get a fucking medal now? Maybe I transform into a car or some shit.

Please, someone, ANYONE, break this curse!

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PBF in case you didn't know

This is the Perry Bible Fellowship, a comic that I check daily, even though it only gets updated on sundays. I get bored sometimes... Anyway, it's great. It's so twisted. Maybe people dont know about it? Bookmark it, love it:

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Medium me

You could say at any given time during the day at any given time during the week things are going about average. I'm not happy, I'm not sad, I'm just existing. I'm there and not there at the same time. If I was in the DSM-V, I would be categorized as having Dysthymic Disorder.

My Jeopardy dream categories are:

• Future Technology.
• Video games from the 1980s to now.
• Photoshop.
• Ninjas.
• Film techniques.
• The history of art in Mesopotamia.
• The Princess Bride.
• How to organize a music server file system.
• PSP Hacking.
• The Information Super Highway.
  

I'm well versed in things that don't matter. I'm a very medium person.

I lead a pretty medium life. I have a medium car, a medium residence, make a medium salary. I have a medium body type, not skinny, not fat. A medium attitude. Medium taste in just about everything from clothing to food to movies. If I had to turn in a summation of myself in one word or less, that word would be medium.

Nothing about me really stands out. I just fold along the dotted line, down the center of life.

It wasn't always like this. I was the kid who could draw just about anything, I was into photography and making movies. Creativity man, that was my bag.

I have to get out of the medium rut. I need to, for the betterment of my being.

I'm Downloading these language CDs and I'm going to learn Japanese if it kills me. I've always wanted to learn another language and falling back on the excuse that my brain doesn't work that way is getting old. I'm going to start a web comic, I'm around far too many funny people to not. Plus I can draw. I'm looking into taking A+ classes. I need to start learning again. I'm getting back into the gym.

Hopefully I'll have some more categories added to that list very soon.

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It's about time

It only took almost three years of me bitching and complaining, but finally, my job as outfitted me with a new computer. It's GLORIOUS!! For real, bigups to them for hookin' it proper.


This marks the first time I have a better computer at work/school than I have at home. I'm gonna have to deal with that.

For a frame of reference I was working with a Pentium II 800mhz with 512mb of ram, a 40gb Hard Drive and two crappy eye straining 19inch CRT Monitors. Yeah, they thought I could graphic design on that. I'm now on a Pentium IV 3.4Ghz with 2gigs of ram and a 350gb Hard Drive. Not to mention an Nvidia 128 Quatro card and enough bells and whistles to choke a large animal.

My soul is finally at rest.

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the blog of yore

I wrote this durring my stint on myspace. I'd like to bring all those writings over here eventually. I'm an organizer. Sue me.


Originally posted: Friday, July 09, 2004

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Hey, remember that Final Fantasy game?
Yeah, that’s all I remember.

“Yeah man, so then I went into that room full of those reds and wasted every single one of em. Then I took the flag and ran it all the way back to my base with guys on my tail. Rockets whizzing past my ears, jumping and strafing past enemy spawn points. Yeah, I remember that. Best day of my life!”

I grow increasingly aware that I am running low on real memories. The biggies stick out. The day I got my learners permit, first girl, first videogame console, that time I, um, I, ahhhh. God, what did I do with my life?

See this is what I mean. I am cognizant of the fact that, for me, digital memories are clearer in my mind than actual real life experiences. I remember the exact time of day I beat Chrono-Trigger for the first time. 5:25pm, after school, 12th grade, April and rainy. The cat was staring at me, looking to get on my lap. Sorry puss, I gotta fight Lavos and he’s a mean motherfucker! You know he destroyed the planet in 2300AD right? Back up off me! Gimme some space!

I could even tell you what I had for lunch that day. Leftover, microwave-heated, pizza. Pepperoni, sausage. I know because it gave me heartburn but I wouldn’t have gotten up if there were a BFG pointed at my head.

Oh and don’t get me started on Ninja Gaiden or Strider, Bionic Commando, or Duck Tales. I’m actually certifiable.

I still remember the death of Aeris at the hand of Sephiroth in Final Fantasy VII. I remember that pain like it eviscerated me yesterday.

Okay now ask me about something in real life that should have some significance. Like when, say, I got my first car. That’s a biggie right? Yeah, it’s not there. At least not in that kind of detail. I remember it was black, and I wanted to tint the windows. I think it was a Ply? Mouth? Something like that, whatever, it’s long gone, and the only thing in its place is a brain full of time-trial races, frags, and jumping puzzles.

This is your life and its ending one checkpoint at a time.

I guess the right thing to do would be to sue game companies for the loss of my memory. I have Pixilated Alzheimer's. Techno Amnesia. Digital Dementia. Watch, I bet it’ll be in the medical books soon enough.

No really, who wants to bet?

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OMG!

VG Cats is friggin' hilarious today! Poor Shredder why people always gotta hate?

If you are into videogames and nerdiness but don't read webcomics, you should probably start. :)

Click for the larger size or just go to the site.

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Weakerthans

I'd never heard of this band until a week ago but I can safely say they have escalated to my top 25. The only way I can describe them is to say they sound like a more melodic and mellow Decemberists, but not really.
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The driver checks the mirror seven minutes late
The crowded rider's restlessness enunciates
The Guess Who sucked, the Jets were lousy anyway
The same route everyday
And in the turning lane
Someone'’s stalled again
He'’s talking to himself
And here'’s the price of gas, repeat his phrase

I hate Winnipeg
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- The Weakerthans, One Great City! -Reconstruction Site



I'm such a sucker for folk music it's not even funny.

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