Tuesday, August 31, 2004
It's been an exhausting day, that it has. I got my backpack back . . . that sounds odd, for some reason . . . and I got myself a paypall account so I can go SWORD SHOPPING.
*yay!*
. . . Which means I need a job.
* . . . Boooooo . . . *
Yeah, I don't like the idea of working, but it's a necessity with the way I'm spending money. Not to mention, the way I WILL be spending money . . .
*devilish laugh*
So, I've been bored lately. Bored and lonely. And hug deprieved. (Odd bitching noise)
Oh, and a random announcement:
HOLYOKE CATHOLIC IS DEAD.
Yup, game over. Cash in your chips. If there's even a shred of the Old Catholic left, it's in the performing arts club. The rest is dead. Have a great year.
And I'm tired. Now that my complaining is out of the way, EVERYTHING IS WONDERFUL! College kicks much ass. Much better than High School. I'm in a good mood.
This poorly written entry was brought to you by sleep deprivation.
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*yay!*
. . . Which means I need a job.
* . . . Boooooo . . . *
Yeah, I don't like the idea of working, but it's a necessity with the way I'm spending money. Not to mention, the way I WILL be spending money . . .
*devilish laugh*
So, I've been bored lately. Bored and lonely. And hug deprieved. (Odd bitching noise)
Oh, and a random announcement:
HOLYOKE CATHOLIC IS DEAD.
Yup, game over. Cash in your chips. If there's even a shred of the Old Catholic left, it's in the performing arts club. The rest is dead. Have a great year.
And I'm tired. Now that my complaining is out of the way, EVERYTHING IS WONDERFUL! College kicks much ass. Much better than High School. I'm in a good mood.
This poorly written entry was brought to you by sleep deprivation.
Sunday, August 29, 2004
Cowboys kick ass.
If I ever wanted to add to my already impressive resume, I would become a Ninja-Pirate-Cowboy. Swords, guns, and an eyepatch . . . and a hat. Arrrhaw!
I could throw a small object onto the ground and a horse would appear in a puff of thick, black smoke. Then I could ride into the sunset to the shore, where my horse would explode into a thick, black cloud of smoke. When the cloud cleared, there would be my pirate ship, ready to take me away to plunder some livestock.
I've decided to let my hair grow a bit. I'd like to keep it long in the back, but I like my bangs, so I'm probably going to end up with a Kenshin-ish kind of look. Can you say "fan-boy?" Oh well, I'm doing it because I think it might look good; if I don't like it, I can cut it. If it gets to be a pain in the ass, I'll also cut it. In the meantime, since it's too short to tie back and long enough to get into my eyes, I'm looking for a headband. Just a long piece of fabric, that's all.
Marsupials are adorable.
If I were a vegetable, I would probably be fairly apathetic to the fact that I was being cut in half and eaten.
A penguin is no vehicle for the son of Man.
Current Mood: Random
Current Music: The fucking fan. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
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If I ever wanted to add to my already impressive resume, I would become a Ninja-Pirate-Cowboy. Swords, guns, and an eyepatch . . . and a hat. Arrrhaw!
I could throw a small object onto the ground and a horse would appear in a puff of thick, black smoke. Then I could ride into the sunset to the shore, where my horse would explode into a thick, black cloud of smoke. When the cloud cleared, there would be my pirate ship, ready to take me away to plunder some livestock.
I've decided to let my hair grow a bit. I'd like to keep it long in the back, but I like my bangs, so I'm probably going to end up with a Kenshin-ish kind of look. Can you say "fan-boy?" Oh well, I'm doing it because I think it might look good; if I don't like it, I can cut it. If it gets to be a pain in the ass, I'll also cut it. In the meantime, since it's too short to tie back and long enough to get into my eyes, I'm looking for a headband. Just a long piece of fabric, that's all.
Marsupials are adorable.
If I were a vegetable, I would probably be fairly apathetic to the fact that I was being cut in half and eaten.
A penguin is no vehicle for the son of Man.
Current Mood: Random
Current Music: The fucking fan. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Mmm, two classes per day, and then a bunch of time in the middle to study/live as I like. Yeah, this beats the ever-loving shit out of highschool.
In other news . . .
I HAVE TO STOP SPENDING MONEY!
DVD Boxsets, DVDs, posters, decorations . . . and I ALMOST bought another sword. I can't stop myself! I need to get a job, soon, or I'll be poor in a week's time. Johnny Cash IS looking mighty fine by my bed, though, and I have to say that I'm loving all my Kenshin stuff. Speaking of which . . .
Today, I'd like to talk about heroes. I stand by the statement that you can judge a boy by his heroes, so don't be so quick to judge the lone comic-book-collector. He very well may be like the super-powered legends he reads about, or at least he tries to be. Everything he stands for can be found in so many pages of stunning print and so many glowing episodes of goodness.
I, for example, idealize my heroes to the point of emulation. It isn't my father or a sports star, either. My Dad knew how to make me a moral person, and he did it when I was young: he gave me a big 'ole stack of his Spider-man comics, back from when he was a kid. My entire childhood was spent trying to be like Spidey: always clever and witty in any situation, never backing down against bigger or stronger opponents, never losing a hold of his integrity despite what others think of him, and always being responsible when gifted with power, but never giving in when in a position without power. I can't claim to have fulfilled any of those, but who can deny that these are decent aspirations?
In terms of temperment, Spidey's close cousin is Kenshin. Kenshin is a rurouni(ronin, wanderer, drifter, wandering samurai) that carries a reverse-bladed sword (sakabatou) around, helping people in atonement for the hundreds of men he killed to complete the Meiji revolution. The world he fought for did not fully come about, despite the regime change, and a world in which the poor are still oppressed exists. Kenshin cannot save the world with one sword, but he can protect the ones he holds dear, and so Hitokiri Battousai (Battousai the Manslayer, Murderer Battousai) lives his life day-to-day.
Vash the Stampede is a gunslinger from "Trigun," which, themewise, is almost the same as "Rurouni Kenshin." Vash, who gets blamed for everything (like Spidey), tries not to kill anyone as he hunts down his murderous brother, Knives. Vash also tries to atone for the terrible destruction he causes along the way, bringing relief to the people he can (who still hate him and/or seek the immense bounty on his head.)
All three act in spite of what others think of them and try to do the right thing. All three avoid killing, and all three believe that atonement is always possible for a willing spirit. I'm not any of them, but I try to be, as long as I keep being myself in the process. Heroes like these, along with the real ones that live everyday, and the idealism that accompanies legends of old make up WHO I AM.
So never knock an Otaku or a comic collector again; the geek sitting next to you in class might be the biggest man that you know.
Geeks unite! The "nerds" have had their "revenge" enough times all ready; it's our turn! Fight for your bretheren!
(and the girl geeks, too. They're special . . . and must exist, somewhere.)
So anyway, I've been just a little homesick lately. It's lonely in this dorm room after all. Remember kids, moving away doesn't help the fact that everything's a mess . . . it just means that you have to deal with it on your own.
Bleh, I'm blathering. Goodnight, peoples.
Current Mood: Bleh.
Current Music: Bleh.
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In other news . . .
I HAVE TO STOP SPENDING MONEY!
DVD Boxsets, DVDs, posters, decorations . . . and I ALMOST bought another sword. I can't stop myself! I need to get a job, soon, or I'll be poor in a week's time. Johnny Cash IS looking mighty fine by my bed, though, and I have to say that I'm loving all my Kenshin stuff. Speaking of which . . .
Today, I'd like to talk about heroes. I stand by the statement that you can judge a boy by his heroes, so don't be so quick to judge the lone comic-book-collector. He very well may be like the super-powered legends he reads about, or at least he tries to be. Everything he stands for can be found in so many pages of stunning print and so many glowing episodes of goodness.
I, for example, idealize my heroes to the point of emulation. It isn't my father or a sports star, either. My Dad knew how to make me a moral person, and he did it when I was young: he gave me a big 'ole stack of his Spider-man comics, back from when he was a kid. My entire childhood was spent trying to be like Spidey: always clever and witty in any situation, never backing down against bigger or stronger opponents, never losing a hold of his integrity despite what others think of him, and always being responsible when gifted with power, but never giving in when in a position without power. I can't claim to have fulfilled any of those, but who can deny that these are decent aspirations?
In terms of temperment, Spidey's close cousin is Kenshin. Kenshin is a rurouni(ronin, wanderer, drifter, wandering samurai) that carries a reverse-bladed sword (sakabatou) around, helping people in atonement for the hundreds of men he killed to complete the Meiji revolution. The world he fought for did not fully come about, despite the regime change, and a world in which the poor are still oppressed exists. Kenshin cannot save the world with one sword, but he can protect the ones he holds dear, and so Hitokiri Battousai (Battousai the Manslayer, Murderer Battousai) lives his life day-to-day.
Vash the Stampede is a gunslinger from "Trigun," which, themewise, is almost the same as "Rurouni Kenshin." Vash, who gets blamed for everything (like Spidey), tries not to kill anyone as he hunts down his murderous brother, Knives. Vash also tries to atone for the terrible destruction he causes along the way, bringing relief to the people he can (who still hate him and/or seek the immense bounty on his head.)
All three act in spite of what others think of them and try to do the right thing. All three avoid killing, and all three believe that atonement is always possible for a willing spirit. I'm not any of them, but I try to be, as long as I keep being myself in the process. Heroes like these, along with the real ones that live everyday, and the idealism that accompanies legends of old make up WHO I AM.
So never knock an Otaku or a comic collector again; the geek sitting next to you in class might be the biggest man that you know.
Geeks unite! The "nerds" have had their "revenge" enough times all ready; it's our turn! Fight for your bretheren!
(and the girl geeks, too. They're special . . . and must exist, somewhere.)
So anyway, I've been just a little homesick lately. It's lonely in this dorm room after all. Remember kids, moving away doesn't help the fact that everything's a mess . . . it just means that you have to deal with it on your own.
Bleh, I'm blathering. Goodnight, peoples.
Current Mood: Bleh.
Current Music: Bleh.
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Today was a day for capitalism.
Yes, indeed. Quite a blow the ole' bank account.
So anyway, Alex (my roommate) is much more vocal. Admittingly, he talks a lot while playing video games, verbally telling of his hopes and woes, and cursing his pixalized opponents, but it's a start. I, by contrast, would be seen as more quiet, because I prefer to say a lot with a little . . . when I'm not being silly. I've had a silly week, though, and it's been fun.
I'm off to sit in the dark, all pensive like.
Current Mood: Content
Current Music: *screams emit from Alex's computer . . .* P|-|34r.
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Yes, indeed. Quite a blow the ole' bank account.
So anyway, Alex (my roommate) is much more vocal. Admittingly, he talks a lot while playing video games, verbally telling of his hopes and woes, and cursing his pixalized opponents, but it's a start. I, by contrast, would be seen as more quiet, because I prefer to say a lot with a little . . . when I'm not being silly. I've had a silly week, though, and it's been fun.
I'm off to sit in the dark, all pensive like.
Current Mood: Content
Current Music: *screams emit from Alex's computer . . .* P|-|34r.
Monday, August 23, 2004
Addition to previous post:
Andrew, are you almost finished with my copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? I'd like that back eventually. Thanks! :-D
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Andrew, are you almost finished with my copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? I'd like that back eventually. Thanks! :-D
Ah, another exciting day at Clark. Thanks to a little sleep, I'm enjoying my first morning without a headache. Hooray for Tylenol dependency!
Anyway, things are going well so far. My roomate came close to uttering half of an entire sentence to me the other day; I think we may be on the verge of a breakthrough. Failing that, he's at least less likely to murder me in my sleep.
How about some Q and A?
Q)How does college compare to highschool?
A)College life isn't that big of a deal right now. When classes start, things may change a bit, but mostly it's nothing too hard to adjust to. All I can say is that it beats the living shit out of High School. There's a hell of a lot more freedom, it's more fun, and . . . well, isn't that enough?
Q)RunToTheTrenches: TONY!!! PURSUE DATING IN COLLEGE! NOW IS THE TIME!!!
RunToTheTrenches: hahaa your mom stoped in to see me at work the other night, and i was discussing this with her
RunToTheTrenches: how, despite the fact that ladies are crazy about you, whether you realize it or not, you curse yourself with nonaction
RunToTheTrenches: just throw caution to the wind once in a while buddy :-)
WanderingEli: . . . stop talking to my mom!
A) I don't plan to get into the "dating scene" in college; 'nuff said. Here are the reasons why:
1) Previous heartache and bullshit have taught me that it simply isn't worth it.
2) My sex-drive is pretty non-existant, and has been replaced with a need-to-be-held drive . . . which I think means I should see a therapist . . .
3) The classic rule of nature, "if she's worth it, she's taken," is still in effect.
4) I'm too fucking laid-back about it. It's simply easier to deal with being lonely.
5) I do not need a companion to validate myself as a good human being that is capable of being compassionate, loving, or socially capable. So there. Nyah.
Q)Why the fuck did you buy 120 cans of soda?
A) IT WAS CHEAP! I split the $20 cost with my new friend, Jake, and we each took 60 cans. It was $2 a case, you'd do it too! The shopping cart we found got it home all right.
Q) How's that game coming?
A) . . . Shut up.
Q) How's "Undying Love" coming along?
A) . . . Shut up.
Q) Are you gay?
A) Fuck off, Susan. :-)
Q) When are you coming back to see the play?
A) I will be there, I promise. Likely the second week.
Q) Are there ninjas and pirates? [sic]
A) There are ninja and pirates, yes, but ninja are cooler.
Q) Shown anyone "Cannibal!" yet?
A) Not yet.
So, I hope that helps. Keep in touch, people!
aceli@clarku.edu
Current Mood: Excellent.
Current Music: Johnny Cash
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Anyway, things are going well so far. My roomate came close to uttering half of an entire sentence to me the other day; I think we may be on the verge of a breakthrough. Failing that, he's at least less likely to murder me in my sleep.
How about some Q and A?
Q)How does college compare to highschool?
A)College life isn't that big of a deal right now. When classes start, things may change a bit, but mostly it's nothing too hard to adjust to. All I can say is that it beats the living shit out of High School. There's a hell of a lot more freedom, it's more fun, and . . . well, isn't that enough?
Q)RunToTheTrenches: TONY!!! PURSUE DATING IN COLLEGE! NOW IS THE TIME!!!
RunToTheTrenches: hahaa your mom stoped in to see me at work the other night, and i was discussing this with her
RunToTheTrenches: how, despite the fact that ladies are crazy about you, whether you realize it or not, you curse yourself with nonaction
RunToTheTrenches: just throw caution to the wind once in a while buddy :-)
WanderingEli: . . . stop talking to my mom!
A) I don't plan to get into the "dating scene" in college; 'nuff said. Here are the reasons why:
1) Previous heartache and bullshit have taught me that it simply isn't worth it.
2) My sex-drive is pretty non-existant, and has been replaced with a need-to-be-held drive . . . which I think means I should see a therapist . . .
3) The classic rule of nature, "if she's worth it, she's taken," is still in effect.
4) I'm too fucking laid-back about it. It's simply easier to deal with being lonely.
5) I do not need a companion to validate myself as a good human being that is capable of being compassionate, loving, or socially capable. So there. Nyah.
Q)Why the fuck did you buy 120 cans of soda?
A) IT WAS CHEAP! I split the $20 cost with my new friend, Jake, and we each took 60 cans. It was $2 a case, you'd do it too! The shopping cart we found got it home all right.
Q) How's that game coming?
A) . . . Shut up.
Q) How's "Undying Love" coming along?
A) . . . Shut up.
Q) Are you gay?
A) Fuck off, Susan. :-)
Q) When are you coming back to see the play?
A) I will be there, I promise. Likely the second week.
Q) Are there ninjas and pirates? [sic]
A) There are ninja and pirates, yes, but ninja are cooler.
Q) Shown anyone "Cannibal!" yet?
A) Not yet.
So, I hope that helps. Keep in touch, people!
aceli@clarku.edu
Current Mood: Excellent.
Current Music: Johnny Cash
Friday, August 20, 2004
Hello, hello, hello one and all. It is I, Tony, the Rogue of Zeon, back with a bang. Like a spectre I return to speak from the other side. I am now well-settled at Clark University (Sanford Hall, room 332), and I am quite pleased with my arrangements.
But first, the reason I left all of you so soon, Clark Trek:
The program was amazing; it really was. As expected, I was very withdrawn and had a miserable time. On the bright side, it only lasted until Wednesday, and I was actually close to my "user-friendly" self by the end of the week. I'm still not how I am around the likes of Pawel, Andrew, or Richard, but what would you expect? The point is that I came out of my shell faster than I ever have before with a group of complete strangers, and that says a lot about the program. I was even cracking jokes by the end (of the off-color and disturbing variety, of course.)
That's one thing I have to adjust to. Racial jokes, while still appreciated in college, have to be handled with care. Sexual jokes are so tolerated that they're almost expected, while disgusting humor is very much appreciated as well (Necrophilia humor goes over big.)
So what else did I do at Clark Trek? Well, as a member of crack covert ops team ("The Agents," or "Team Awesome," as we're known in my head), I joined others in completing a plethora of rigorous challenges. Most notably for myself was climbing a "rock wall" and being hauled high into the sky via a pulley, a rope, and twenty or so runners. Not bad for the 'lil acrophobic ninja, eh?
Through the program I met some real cool people, including but not limited to an ex-Boy Scout named Phil, a Girl Scout named Jenn, a real cool guy from New Mexico named Nick, a real crazy vegan named Ethan (think EJ, but with bad gas), A great guy named Joel . . . Karen . . . Sarah . . . You know what? There were a lot of really cool people. I'm not going to even try to name them all. Why? Look at the last post, jackass, and see what happens when I try to cover everything.
Speaking of that last post, which was an enormous effort, it was very rewarding to me for one reason: the awesome comments I received in response. It means a lot, guys. Thanks.
It's orientation week right now, with classes starting the twenty fifth. Naturally, things are HECTIC, but I'll be stealing time here and there. If I do get ambitious, there will be much to share . . . I have a scanner now. :D
Current Mood: Very happy, although disconnected. It's odd; I'm in a cool place right now.
Current Movie: Surprised? I'm popping in "The Nightmare Before Christmas," to celebrate.
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But first, the reason I left all of you so soon, Clark Trek:
The program was amazing; it really was. As expected, I was very withdrawn and had a miserable time. On the bright side, it only lasted until Wednesday, and I was actually close to my "user-friendly" self by the end of the week. I'm still not how I am around the likes of Pawel, Andrew, or Richard, but what would you expect? The point is that I came out of my shell faster than I ever have before with a group of complete strangers, and that says a lot about the program. I was even cracking jokes by the end (of the off-color and disturbing variety, of course.)
That's one thing I have to adjust to. Racial jokes, while still appreciated in college, have to be handled with care. Sexual jokes are so tolerated that they're almost expected, while disgusting humor is very much appreciated as well (Necrophilia humor goes over big.)
So what else did I do at Clark Trek? Well, as a member of crack covert ops team ("The Agents," or "Team Awesome," as we're known in my head), I joined others in completing a plethora of rigorous challenges. Most notably for myself was climbing a "rock wall" and being hauled high into the sky via a pulley, a rope, and twenty or so runners. Not bad for the 'lil acrophobic ninja, eh?
Through the program I met some real cool people, including but not limited to an ex-Boy Scout named Phil, a Girl Scout named Jenn, a real cool guy from New Mexico named Nick, a real crazy vegan named Ethan (think EJ, but with bad gas), A great guy named Joel . . . Karen . . . Sarah . . . You know what? There were a lot of really cool people. I'm not going to even try to name them all. Why? Look at the last post, jackass, and see what happens when I try to cover everything.
Speaking of that last post, which was an enormous effort, it was very rewarding to me for one reason: the awesome comments I received in response. It means a lot, guys. Thanks.
It's orientation week right now, with classes starting the twenty fifth. Naturally, things are HECTIC, but I'll be stealing time here and there. If I do get ambitious, there will be much to share . . . I have a scanner now. :D
Current Mood: Very happy, although disconnected. It's odd; I'm in a cool place right now.
Current Movie: Surprised? I'm popping in "The Nightmare Before Christmas," to celebrate.
Friday, August 13, 2004
And now, a special, extra-long post.
What's that you say? Why is today such a big deal? Haven't your friends' blogs and journals been around a lot longer anyway? Aren't every one of Rich's posts "extra-long?"
Yes, and fuck you. Do the others update as often? Do the others toss around hackneyed images so readily? Do the others have Protoman? NO! So shut up. And now, your feature presentation:
Have you been checking your calendars? Have you been counting the days? Have you mentally prepared yourself for the veritable visual onslaught you are about to face?
Yes, ladies, gentleman, boys, girls, and anything in between . . .
Exactly three hundred, sixty-five days ago . . . that's one year ago, today, for all you un-educated types . . . The Blog of Zeon . . .
Was born.
And what a birth it was!
"Well, well...Tony has a blog. Curb your overwhelming excitement. I was jealous of all my blogger and online diary friends...so it's time I kept up with the times. What will you see here? You'll see the inner workings of the swirling chaos that is my mind and soul. Revealed at last. So let the words flow freely. Let none be safe that incur my wrath...A wrath tasted through the most deadliest of weapons: A sharp wit and a sharp tongue! Let the words....flow....
flow....
anytime now...
Oh, don't worry. They'll flow. In time. Right now, I'm settling in. You can see my rants about Stupid people and my futile attempts to find happiness later. In the meantime...
The following statement is true.
The above statement is false.
You think about that, and when I have time I'll come back and get you. 8:26 PM " [sic]
See Pawel? I told you that sharp tongue quotation was mine.
And so the infant blogicus zeonicus was haphazardly punted into the world, scrambling and bawling like a retarded stepchild that just learned the taste of bleach. However, the above post was not the only one made that day. If anything distinguishes the Blog of Zeon from others, it is the periods of highly frequent updates. It was not uncommon for the site to host multiple posts in one day. The second post of the first day, as it is called by the great Zeonic prophet zarzifunkle, was the first of my many drunken rants. You can look it up yourself, you lazy bastard, but it revolved mainly around stupid people . . . chiefly those that supported Bush.
"Changes will come, this world will change and be renewed. Instituitions will fall, people will change, and one day the stupid people will blow themselves up and the smart ones will have escaped. Alleluia. Hail Zeon." [sic]
Haha, how naive I was. To believe that any part of humanity could escape the destructive consequences of stupidity . . . haha.
The birth of the Blog of Zeon, I believe, really marked a turning point in my personal life. The very year of its creation, my senior year of High School, was the time when I REALLY changed as a person. Thankfully, I think it was mostly for the better. Although still introverted by nature, I was becoming a much more open person, as shown by my ability to express feelings so publicly. If you actually get bored and read the entire blog in its entirety, you will also find that I went through a real nasty depression, and then conquered it all by myself. I'm proud of that.
It was also a year of innovation:
"If I were asked to create the ultimate multi-cultural fast food, I would likely create a taco-stuffed eggrole on a stick dipped in chocolate and covered in pomodoro sauce with a cherry on top, bread crumbs, and a potatoe wedge. It would taste horrid, but sell anyways. It would sell because I'd say it was fat-free. Everytime you ate on, your waistline would instantly and visibly expand an inch or so, but I would say it was fat-free. Hey, a taco and an eggrole...actually, that's not a bad idea without the other stuff." [sic]
And a year of broken promises:
"Have to re-write my Italy journal. Can't wait to share it. Good stuff in there. Great times. Wish I was there... with a handful of friends....and infinite money....and diplomatic immunity....ah screw it, there's no law there. No government lasts more than a week."
Yeah . . . Italy journal . . . I'm going to post that . . . any day now . . .
*Little known fact: This blog is, in a way, a tribute to my good friend, Pawel. It's creation was inspired by his insanely popular blog, and the font I use was chosen with him in mind . . . "trebuchet MS"
The blog moved through some down time, saw a little poetry sprinkled here and there, and then began to bitch about . . . well, almost nothing in particular.
"So sorry, but trick or treat yourself. Up the ass."
I really had it out for Halloween that day.
Then came some more self-loathing, more self-affirming, and some random poetry.
"The Chained Wanderer
A wanderer in chains
Such a sorry sight to see
To know that all remains
Is his yearning to be free.
His sword just out of reach,
Gathers dust upon the floor.
Dispair and utter lonliness
Fill his soul forever more.
So pity the heart with wanderlust filled
That lies broken on the floor
Shattered, scattered, mirrored shards
Of frozen tears from frozen core.
Forever cursed to search for diamonds
In a coal pile of intangible gearth.
Digging until his knuckles bleed
For dirt and lack of worth.
Until Finnally a brilliant shimmer shines
And protrudes his sooty eye.
A brilliant, beautiful, glowing hope
That for a thousand years sha'nt die.
He grasps it firmly and lifts it high, filled with pride and joy.
Returned to youthful happiness not felt since was a boy.
Smiling and laughing through blackened lungs, filled with merriment and mirth
Until the sharp, paralyzing crunch returns him to the Earth.
Wincing, looks at his bloody palm
To find more broken glass.
Shimmering crimson mockery
Of his hopes to be free at last.
So with heavy heart and tremendous strain,
He stoops down low and begins again."
I was an optimistic little bastard, eh?
Blog plays came and went, and for a time they were my crowning achievement. Original-ish, totally me, the blog play helped to further distinguish my work. I talked to Jesus, talked to my soul, and other neat stuff.
"Tony: JC! *high fives* What is up, my man?
Jesus: Not much, Anthony.
Tony: How are you?
Jesus: Not bad. And you're alive?
Tony: ...That's what I would say if you asked me how I was, yes.
Jesus: (grinning) Yeah, I know.
Tony: ...Someone's not getting invited back here again.
Jesus: ...you'll forgive me.
Tony: GODDAM IT! Stop doing that!
Jesus: Please don't take my name in vain. Have some class.
Tony: All right, fine. CLASS. (In British Accent) I say, Jesus...
Jesus: Stop. I told you not to do that.
Tony: Do what?
Jesus: Take my name in vain.
Tony: ....I....(incoherent grumbling)
Jesus: (repeats) "I say, Jesu..."
Tony: Yeah, I GET it.
Jesus: (Grinning) Tee Hee.
Tony: Right....so, can we begin the interview?
Jesus: Certainly.
Tony: Any new progress?
Jesus: Well, yes, there's my new movie.
Tony: Ah yes, "Jesus: The Second Cuming." Now, why a skin flik?
Jesus: Well, I was against it at first, but my agent insisted it was a good idea.
Tony: But is your agent not a demon?
Jesus: A lawyer, yes.
Tony: (reading card) ....from the law offices of Belzebub, Mephistophilies, and Lucifer.
Jesus: ...yes.
Tony: I see. And the supporting cast of the film?
Jesus: Nun.
Tony: None? No supporting cast?
Jesus: No, NUNS.
Tony: Ah, nuns. But surely nuns are cloistered.
Jesus: Normally, yes. But I have devine privs.
Tony: I see. Now, if nuns are cloistered, does that mean they have pearls in them?
Jesus: Pardon?
Tony: Nevermind, nevermind. How is the Pope responding to the film?
Jesus: Poorly, I'm afraid. In fact he's inspired my newest book.
Tony: Which is called...
Jesus: "Bell, Book, and Candle"
Tony: Surely, you don't mean....
Jesus: Yes, I'm afraid I've been excommunicated.
Tony: ... Now, do you find that a tad ironic?
Jesus: How so?
Tony: Well, you being kicked out of a religion in your name...
Jesus: To be honest, I don't see how he can do it. I'm not even a Christian.
Tony: No?
Jesus: No. I'm a jew. Always have been.
Tony: Ah yes, of course. Wouldn't make much sense to be a Christian, I suppose.
Jesus: No.
Tony: Rather difficult to love oneself in the highest degree.
Jesus: That's the sequel.
Tony: Sequel? Sequel to what?
Jesus: My movie, "Jesus: The..."
Tony: (interupting) I think we all remember the title.
Jesus: I know, but it's just so clever. I like to throw it around.
Tony: Yes, well we have a special surprise guest for you. Please welcome the Pope.
(Pope enters, Jesus stands. There is swearing [bleeped out] and shoving as they are seperated by the bodyguard, Michael. They take their seats and glare at each other.
Tony: Now that we have the two of you together...
Pope: Now listen to me, I've been around a long time...
Jesus: I'll say. In my time people didn't live to be your age. Father was mericiful then.
Pope: What do you mean?
Jesus: He took people back home before they had to suffer in your sorry state.
Pope: (exasperated) Why! I never!
Jesus: I know. That's why I made the movie. To loosten you Christians up. Literally.
Pope: Why, I SAY!
Jesus: You better not. I've called him on that twice already. (points to Tony)
Tony: Hey, I've never!
Jesus: I know, you haven't either. But I was talking about the "name in vain" thing.
Tony: What about taking your name "in vein?" I was thinking about dealing Heroin...
Pope: What?
Tony: ...and you could be really great in marketing. I call it "Salvation Shooters."
Jesus: Hmm...
Tony: What do you say?
Jesus: How about cross-shaped syringes?
Pope: NOW SEE HERE! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!
(quarrel, fighting, swearing. Jesus picks up a chair and throws it at Pope.)
Tony: ....looks like you've killed him.
Jesus: ...oh, my.
Tony: Hey, it's ok. I'll bet you've always wanted to kill someone. Let's go with it.
Jesus: Well, I suppose....no, I can't.
Tony: Oh, come on, you watch us all down here, don't you just wanna.....zap?
Jesus: Well....those Child molestors....
Tony: Bring 'em out!
(ZAP)
Jesus: Televangelists.....
Tony: Head 'em up, move 'em out!
(ZAP)
Jesus: Are you sure this is ok?
Tony: For the son of man? Sure! Hell, it's therapuetic.
Jesus: CRUSADERS! POLITICIANS!
Tony: That's it! Let 'em flow!
(ZAP) (ZAP)
Jesus: RELIGION TEACHERS, METEOROLOGISTS, SOUTHERNERS!
Tony: WHOO!
Jesus: Hypocrites, neo-nazis, cult leaders, UFO survivers, Raelians, Jehova's witnesses...
(ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!)
(Hours pass, millions fall)
Tony: Wow, Earth is really roomy...
Jesus: Yeah, it was made that way.
Tony: How'd it get filled up so fast?
Jesus: Christians. ...And Chinese.
(ZAP!)
Jesus: Of course those dandy holy wars in my name thinned it out a bit. Pff.
Tony: Well, It's been an honor JC.
Jesus: Peace.
Tony: Catch 'ya on the flip side, oh great diviner of souls.
(Jesus leaves)"
Yeah . . . so then I went to hell.
To redeem myself, I got philosophical.
"Love is not based on need, it is the wanting to share one's joys and sorrows. My friends are not my friends because I need them, but because when I am joyful I want to share my happiness with them. When they are sad, I want to share in their sorrow to ease their burden. When I am sad, they want to share in my sorrow, and that makes me want to share my joy and their sorrow even more.
That is friendship. That is love.
It is not selfish, it is not gratifying, it is not necessary. It simply is. And it is wonderful and pure. Many think they understand it, but they do not. And that is why they often fall victim to disaster and worthless, over done drama.
Humans are rash and foolish, but atonement is found in conversion; real love made with the proper motives."
Ain't that sweet? My first "love must be free" theory. Take it to heart, kiddies.
Then I went to California, bought weapons in Mexico, won money gambling illegally in Vegas . . . Oh, and then I came up with the concept for Ninja Pirate Inc.
Then I came home, and it was cold.
"HOLY SHIT!"
And I discovered that my jeep is no snow mobile. I nearly died twice on the cruel roads, and I was a wee bit shaken up.
Then I attained "Megaman Nirvana," and the Buddha, Sidartha Guatama, had a debate with Mahavira.
"So, today we have some special guests . . .
Tony: So, Buddha, how did you start out?
Sidd: Well, I was rich and got really bored.
Vira: Hey! Me too!
Tony: So you became an ascetic?
Sidd: Indeed.
Vira: Me too! I loved asceticism. I was all about the starving.
Sidd: Me . . . not so much. I gave it up. Too extreme and pointless.
Vira: What a cheap cop out!
Tony: Mahavira, please. Buddha has the floor.
Sidd: Thanks. So, yeah. I thought it was stupid so I began the "middle way."
Vira: No way, ascetism is great! I loved it so much I starved myself to death!
Sidd: You starved yourself?
Vira: Yup.
Sidd: To death.
Vira: Yup.
Sidd: You promote non-violence and life.
Vira: Yup.
Sidd: And you starved yourself to death.
Vira: Uh huh.
Sidd: . . . dude, that's fucked up.
Vira: Fuck you, Buddha! I attained enlightenment!
Sidd: Big deal, me too.
Vira: My enlightenment rocks! Kevala rules!
Sidd: Kevala sucks. Nirvana is way better.
Vira: Oh yeah?
Sidd: Yeah. Is there a band called "Kevala?" If there is, I bet they suck.
Vira: Screw you! I did it the hard way!
Sidd: I'm sure you did, moron.
Vira: Hey! You relaxed in the shade, while I was squatting in the sun!
Sidd: Great, you went down in history as the guy who was squatting on the grass and suddenly attained enlightenment. Genius.
Vira: Gah!
Tony: Hey, settle down you two . . .
Vira: I know all the secrets of the universe! You never talked about them, you fraud?
Sidd: You honestly believe that the universe is in the shape of a man? Who's the fraud?
Vira: It is so!
Sidd: Let me ask you a question. You state that the universe is vast but finite.
Vira: Yes.
Sidd: Yet there is an infinite number of souls.
Vira: Yes.
Sidd: Tell me, how is it that an infinite quantity can fit into an all-encompassing but finite space out of which nothing exists?
[Long pause]
Vira: . . . There are strong winds outside . . . .
Sidd: There can't be wind without air particles to move, and they're all inside your "loka."
Vira: . . . FUCK YOU, BUDDHA!
(Vira grabs for a chair, but is met by a gunshot. Buddha has produced a colt magnum and used it to give Mahavira a complementary third eye . . . in the middle of his face.)
Tony: Well then. Go Buddha.
Sidd: Wanna go get something to eat?
Tony: Sure.
Sidd: Let's get steak.
Tony: You can eat beef?
Sidd: Sure, if it dies of natural causes.
(A random cow wanders in. Sidd shoots it. It falls.)
Tony: How's that natural?
Sidd: Bleeding to death is pretty natural, isn't it?"
Then I went to hell again, I think. Thankfully, I made up for it by remaining totally detached and friendly to everyone, no matter how they disturbed me.
"THINGS SISTER CONNIE HAS DONE WRONG.
1) Deprieving our students of M&Ms.
2) Deprieving our students of skittles.
3) Turning Holyoke Catholic into a Nazi training camp (Jainism my ass, Ranstrom has another reason for passing out swastikas.)
4) Annoying the hell out of everyone by interupting class to share her worthless opinions about nothing of any significance.
5)Breathing my air.
6)Changing the prayer in the mornings to involve standing (I don't find it any more reverent.)
7)Outlawing applause within a church setting.
8) Thinking she knows anything.
9) Pissing me off.
10)Pissing off a ninja. See 9.
11)Changing a school that has gotten on fine without her.
12) Existing. (How long will that last?)
13)Deciding that no one should eat on the grass outside. (Only heathans eat outside, you know.)
14)Protecting us from one another with the prohibition of all forms of affection. (Remember kids, Jesus loves you . . . so long as there are at least two other adults present to chaperone and he stays behind the red line.)
15)Not giving Cygan her medication this month (flipping out.)
16)Not exploding, even when I think about it really hard.
17)Brainwashing the teachers into wanting shorter advisory periods.
18)Not traveling back in time to prevent her own conception.
19)Decreasing profits to the school and thus causing an increase in the price of cafeteria food (See 1 and 2.)
20) Not realizing 1-19." [sic]
Add to that list her new dress code, and her habit of "removing" experienced teachers and replacing them with student teachers, which are much cheaper to employ. Higher tuition, and an education of lesser quality. Bravo.
Then, a skull was found in Jake's house, yada yada, research paper, yada yada, Megaman, yada yada . . . and then, the posts that would live in infamy.
THE WAR OF THE BLOGS*
*One blog and one deadjournal.
Steve and I playfully went at each other's throats, as stupid and as silly as when we had the "Alien Versus Predator Action Figure War."
It got ugly.
"To be honest, for someone so egotistical that emulates Maddox so diligently it should be refered to as "personality plagiorism," I was expecting better."
Well, it would have gotten ugly, except I'm pretty sure we were both giggling while we clicked the publish buttons on our respective sites. I called Steve a crappy pyro, he called me a geek that masturbates to japanese cartoons, and I called him a hypocritical Maddox-lite. We insulted and prodded, and eventually reached a consensus of mutual apathy.
Then, some stuff happened . . . and the first comments appeared. Yes, kiddies, that PRIVELEGE appeared fairly recently, something I enabled so people could leave behind feedback pertinent to my material. Mostly, it has unused or has been terribly abused. With the creation of the Protoman7000X bot, the comments were nearly removed permanently. Due to a lack of time to develop the bot to a level above stupidity, the project was scrapped and the comments have been left with loving patience.
Then came one of my more thought-provoking entries.
"Wouldn't it be great if Jesus came out of the closet? Seriously, think about it. How great would that be? How many jaws would drop? All those ignorant pricks that read their Bibles with magnifying glasses and then masturbate with self-satisfaction after soundly affirming their obstinancy to unorthodox thought (The Bible shouldn't be interpreted literally? Blasphemy. God has INFINITE love? Sacriledge. MY interpretation could be incorrect, and the devine might be seperate from its fallible mortal hands? hmm . . .) through mindless blathering of self-laden contradiction that ignores all unfavorable aspects of a book that has been transcribed through mortal hands long after oral tradition has distorted the original message that is then later taylored through multiple interpretations and biased editorialization. Of course, then one must flog oneself with wips and chains for masturbating, but that's another aspect of the Church.
So Jesus announces that he's gay. The world is shocked. Half the south is shitting their pants and Massachussitts suddenly becomes the new garden of Eden.
Then, Jesus admits that he was kidding. Good one, you must admit. Order is restored but the effect has been made . . . the bible beaters were mercilously slaughtered. Yay! Take that, fools.
These fanatics are really just a part of the problem though. People need to think. No one thinks anymore, and this country has turned to shit. We will either all destroy each other, or we will all be the same in a few years. Wide scale slaughter or wide scale conformity . . . it's all death to me.
Fight the future.
It's about time that stupid expression made sense.
Hail Zeon.
Not Zion, Zeon.
Every day, Man loses more and more of his potential. Don't allow it. Live not for comfort, live for struggle. Live for conflict, live for chaos, live for ANARACHY! LIVE FOR PASSION! Joy shall find those that grin at pain and mock difficulty, those that thrive in it. Fight for true freedom; fight for the freedom of the mind. Open your minds to new ideas. Analyze, interpret, discern. Form opinions, then challenge them. Crush them if need be and start again. Never complacent, never unyielding, never submissive . . . such is Zeon. Man must realize its potential, or Man will die. Man will suffer the consequences of sin, the sum of its transgressions, in the form of slow or swift destruction of humanity itself . . . even if the shell remains.
This is the ideology of Zeon. A Mankind of infinite potential lies unreached, who will rise to claim it?
Hail Zeon." [sic]
Not exactly the same ideology that I follow today, but I still like it.
Then I bitched about the movie Kill Bill, did some other stuff, and that brings us to here. One year of near-continuous brilliance completed! How's that?
*little known fact: Over two pages of comments and one long entry were removed from the site briefly after they appeared. A very anti-American post had led to Dan's excessive and pretentious rebutting into my comment block, which in turn brought out several crusaders to verbally combat O'Brian-lite. The incident became spiteful and got ugly, so the comments were removed and the Dan-bashing counter-post was deleted, so that the Blog of Zeon might "get back on track" and function normally without being used as an offensive message board. The decision was made because the Blog could not function normally under the chaotic conditions.
By this time you're thinking "Tony, this is irresponsible. This post has already taken me three days to read, and I'm just skimming to look for my name."
Well, there's a reason this anniversary "best of" post is so long. It's designed to keep you busy for a while. Yes, dear friends, my time of parting is neigh. Tomorrow I leave for the great Clark University, and I am not at liberty to estimate when I can post again.
This, friends, is my sweet farewell.
"Wherever you may go,
Whatever you may do,
Know that this one is dreaming of you.
If you stay where you are,
Or drift far from home,
Please remember the little one that wanders alone.
The one that could stand as tall as a man,
But was often the tiniest boy.
Remember his eyes of sadness and his eyes of unspeakable joy.
Eyes that he kept hidden.
Eyes he set apart.
Eyes that summoned hope, despite the sorrow that gripped his heart.
So when you walk out in the rain, know he is thinking of you.
And remember what he meant
When he spoke the words,
'Live through.'"
Sad, no? Worry not, dear friends. The mighty prince of Zeon is here for you. I can be reached often enough through AIM or by cell phone, and my new email is a lot better than my gundamwing.net account, simply because it has a lot less porn.
Wait, that's better, right?
Has this post beaten out Rich's legendary length yet? Tee hee, I just thought about that line.
Anyway, "The Legend of Zeon" videogame WILL be completed. As hectic as my schedule will be, there will still be a need for me to unwind with a little game making. The demo will be available by clicking on our old friend Protoman.
What's left to say? Things do not end, they merely change. Good luck to all of you, may you go with God and love in your heart.
And finally, a tribute to some friends, many of which probably don't read this thing:
Jake: Twelve, thirteen years going strong? We're not all that far away from each other. I'm sure I'll be seeing you on random weekends. Be sure to keep Amanda company up at the Towers every once in a while. Keep on doing what you do best, being a kick-ass pirate, and I'll be around to keep your enemies at bay.
Pawel: Dearest Captain Polack, will the wonders of Battlebots and Cowboy Bebop never cease? You are by far the greatest polack in the land. We shall meet again, I'm sure. Think of me as you touch the highest stars.
Will Murray: j00 r0x0r5 /\/\y 50x0r5. Take care, buddy. We'll meet again.
Jenn Murray: Stand proud! Be yourself and have confidence in all that you do.
Will D: Sorry I almost cut off your head with a Japanese sword. It happens, you know?
Damien: Did I finally spell that right? You will go far, I'm sure, but good luck all the same. I'm sure I'll be at your door in the future, whining about some user error.
Jim: Argh! Thou be too awesome for words! Take care! Modify that car and send me pics!
James: Too cool to describe. Seriously. So cool.
Matt Suska: We never seemed to see enough of each other. Time flies pretty fucking fast, eh? It meant a lot to me that you came to my graduation party. I appreciate that; thanks a bunch. We'll have to go camping some time.
Lara, Susan, and all my Maryland friends: I can't really leave people I've never lived close too, but I will be a lot less available in college. You all make my days a lot brighter, and I thank you. Lara, you're the biggest sweet heart in the world. See you all at the next Otakon!
Sara: Too awesome for words. I'll miss you a lot, so take care of yourself. Remember, insanity is merely a label of misunderstanding placed upon the brilliant by the foolish.
Anna: Best. Hugger. Ever. And a real sweetie. Why did we meet so late in the game? A year of Pre-Calc suddenly seems extra useless. Keep your hands off my bawls and keep rocking. ;-)
Merrilee: Well, there's about a snowball's chance in hell that you're reading this, but whatever. For all your shortcomings, you have a good heart, so I wish you well.
Martina: Such a sweetie. Take care and tell your brother to put a freaking shirt on.
Ricardo Sanchez: "Hey weird kid reading books in the student union, what're you reading?" "I'm not sure but it's giving me an erection." That's a composite of the first three years of highschool conversation with you, but senior year has been some kind of awesome thing, eh? Drama does many good things to friendships. I love you, buddy. Just try to work on those people skills and FINISH HIGHSCHOOL ALREADY, YOU SICK FUCK!
Sammy Cordova: You have a large heart, Sammy, and thus bear the burden of sensitivity. Try not to get hurt too much, and remember that you don't have to try so hard - - everyone loves you just how you are. You're more funny when you're calm, anyway. Just play it cool, Jack! With some control and focus, you will be among the greatest who have ever lived.
Sune: Similar interests, totally awesome, very friendly and cute. Why am I meeting so many cool people at THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT? Take care and keep in touch; you should come to Otakon with us. ^^
Jess G: Yeah . . . well, take care.
Jess M: I never really hated you; who could? You're half of one of the highschool couples that didn't make me vomit in my mouth. Lighten up on Jason, though. Sheesh. Let the boy have his fun. :-P Take care, you.
EJ: Man, we have to hang out so much in college. Megaman geek parties! Next summer we'll be up to some movie magic. Good times will follow, I'm sure.
Jason: Man, you're a great kid. You'll have to visit me sometime. Just follow the sirens. I'll tell you all about Clark. Thanks for all the fun times and all the video game challenges. You are a worthy adversary. But please, for the love of God and all that is holy, cut down on the DDR. You put seizure victims to shame.
Brendan Smith: Hey idioth! You are being a grate guy, you know eet. Good luck with all your endeavors. You CAN make a difference! Hahaha, heh, hee hee, ho . . . ok, I'll stop.
Meg Lynch: See Brendan. Does that make sense? No, of course not. I'm lazy; what do you expect?
Andrew: We've known each other for a while now, haven't we? I hope to see more of you, which isn't difficult because you're so freaking tall, so try to escape the isolated deathtraps of Maine to visit once in a while.
Adam Rhodes: Sir, thou art a being of great merit and considerable valor. Guard the holy name of Holyoke Catholic in my absence, that I might return in a blaze of glory to smite the villainous Sister Connie and all her evil cohorts.
Adam Goddu: Your family shall forever be intertwined with my destiny, and so we shall meet again. You are almost TOO talented, but there is no such thing when one is so modest.
Steph Lepine: The best school dance I've ever been to was the prom we spent together. Thank you for a wonderful evening and a year of friendship. Keep in touch or I will kill small animals in your yard. You're a special girl, but then so is every girl that I call "friend." :-p
Kristen: Another true sweetheart. Any heart so pure is destined for happiness and love, so I trust you will have a great year. Take good care of yourself and stay in touch.
Mich: . . . well, good riddance to bad trash.
Dan: Another snowball's chance in hell . . . anyway, I wish you luck. Sleeper though you be, you were a decent friend. What happened there? Try to keep yourself in one piece.
Steve: I hope to see you in the future. An asshole musician with many vices is an essential part of my life. ;-) Keep on rockin'.
Dave: One of my oldest and most fun friends. Fat chance you'll ever read this. I have no idea where you're going in life, but I'm sure you'll take out someone I don't like along the way. Keep rockin' buddy.
Katie: You don't read this thing either, but take care anyway. You're a good girl; not everyone hates you. You paranoid freak.
Caitlin: Think I missed you? You are a genuinely kind person, and I wish you the best. I'm sure I'll see you around, hopefully healthy and happy.
Evelyn: I'm 99.9% sure you'll never read this, but I'll keep blathering as if anybody cared. Congratulations on being one of the select group of people I went to Mater Dolorossa with that I still have respect for. You're insanely intelligent and overall a good person (although somewhat sarcastic to the point that it can be mistaken for meanspirited), and for that I salute you. Good luck!
Marissa: I think there's a slim chance you might read this, so here goes. You're a great person; very sweet and very smart. Wasn't Mrs. Desteffano's class fun? I'm sure you'll have no trouble climbing to the top in life; I wish you the best.
Amanda: No way in hell you'll ever see this. Oh well, you're awesome.
Arm . . . cramping! Sorry if I missed anyone, it was not intentional. I love you all very much. I apologize for the short length of these tributes, but I find that the greater the urge to say something, the more difficult it is to find the words. To the incoming classes:
Seniors: It's your year! Don't ever let anyone change that!
Juniors: You're fucked. FIGHT CONNIE!
Sophmores: You're super-fucked. FIGHT CONNIE!
Freshman: Fucked outright. Totally fucked. No question, you are fucked with a capital "F." Yeah, "f" is for freshman. And fucked. Fucked freshman.
I love ya.
-Z.
Current Mood: Complete.
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What's that you say? Why is today such a big deal? Haven't your friends' blogs and journals been around a lot longer anyway? Aren't every one of Rich's posts "extra-long?"
Yes, and fuck you. Do the others update as often? Do the others toss around hackneyed images so readily? Do the others have Protoman? NO! So shut up. And now, your feature presentation:
Have you been checking your calendars? Have you been counting the days? Have you mentally prepared yourself for the veritable visual onslaught you are about to face?
Yes, ladies, gentleman, boys, girls, and anything in between . . .
Exactly three hundred, sixty-five days ago . . . that's one year ago, today, for all you un-educated types . . . The Blog of Zeon . . .
Was born.
And what a birth it was!
"Well, well...Tony has a blog. Curb your overwhelming excitement. I was jealous of all my blogger and online diary friends...so it's time I kept up with the times. What will you see here? You'll see the inner workings of the swirling chaos that is my mind and soul. Revealed at last. So let the words flow freely. Let none be safe that incur my wrath...A wrath tasted through the most deadliest of weapons: A sharp wit and a sharp tongue! Let the words....flow....
flow....
anytime now...
Oh, don't worry. They'll flow. In time. Right now, I'm settling in. You can see my rants about Stupid people and my futile attempts to find happiness later. In the meantime...
The following statement is true.
The above statement is false.
You think about that, and when I have time I'll come back and get you. 8:26 PM " [sic]
See Pawel? I told you that sharp tongue quotation was mine.
And so the infant blogicus zeonicus was haphazardly punted into the world, scrambling and bawling like a retarded stepchild that just learned the taste of bleach. However, the above post was not the only one made that day. If anything distinguishes the Blog of Zeon from others, it is the periods of highly frequent updates. It was not uncommon for the site to host multiple posts in one day. The second post of the first day, as it is called by the great Zeonic prophet zarzifunkle, was the first of my many drunken rants. You can look it up yourself, you lazy bastard, but it revolved mainly around stupid people . . . chiefly those that supported Bush.
"Changes will come, this world will change and be renewed. Instituitions will fall, people will change, and one day the stupid people will blow themselves up and the smart ones will have escaped. Alleluia. Hail Zeon." [sic]
Haha, how naive I was. To believe that any part of humanity could escape the destructive consequences of stupidity . . . haha.
The birth of the Blog of Zeon, I believe, really marked a turning point in my personal life. The very year of its creation, my senior year of High School, was the time when I REALLY changed as a person. Thankfully, I think it was mostly for the better. Although still introverted by nature, I was becoming a much more open person, as shown by my ability to express feelings so publicly. If you actually get bored and read the entire blog in its entirety, you will also find that I went through a real nasty depression, and then conquered it all by myself. I'm proud of that.
It was also a year of innovation:
"If I were asked to create the ultimate multi-cultural fast food, I would likely create a taco-stuffed eggrole on a stick dipped in chocolate and covered in pomodoro sauce with a cherry on top, bread crumbs, and a potatoe wedge. It would taste horrid, but sell anyways. It would sell because I'd say it was fat-free. Everytime you ate on, your waistline would instantly and visibly expand an inch or so, but I would say it was fat-free. Hey, a taco and an eggrole...actually, that's not a bad idea without the other stuff." [sic]
And a year of broken promises:
"Have to re-write my Italy journal. Can't wait to share it. Good stuff in there. Great times. Wish I was there... with a handful of friends....and infinite money....and diplomatic immunity....ah screw it, there's no law there. No government lasts more than a week."
Yeah . . . Italy journal . . . I'm going to post that . . . any day now . . .
*Little known fact: This blog is, in a way, a tribute to my good friend, Pawel. It's creation was inspired by his insanely popular blog, and the font I use was chosen with him in mind . . . "trebuchet MS"
The blog moved through some down time, saw a little poetry sprinkled here and there, and then began to bitch about . . . well, almost nothing in particular.
"So sorry, but trick or treat yourself. Up the ass."
I really had it out for Halloween that day.
Then came some more self-loathing, more self-affirming, and some random poetry.
"The Chained Wanderer
A wanderer in chains
Such a sorry sight to see
To know that all remains
Is his yearning to be free.
His sword just out of reach,
Gathers dust upon the floor.
Dispair and utter lonliness
Fill his soul forever more.
So pity the heart with wanderlust filled
That lies broken on the floor
Shattered, scattered, mirrored shards
Of frozen tears from frozen core.
Forever cursed to search for diamonds
In a coal pile of intangible gearth.
Digging until his knuckles bleed
For dirt and lack of worth.
Until Finnally a brilliant shimmer shines
And protrudes his sooty eye.
A brilliant, beautiful, glowing hope
That for a thousand years sha'nt die.
He grasps it firmly and lifts it high, filled with pride and joy.
Returned to youthful happiness not felt since was a boy.
Smiling and laughing through blackened lungs, filled with merriment and mirth
Until the sharp, paralyzing crunch returns him to the Earth.
Wincing, looks at his bloody palm
To find more broken glass.
Shimmering crimson mockery
Of his hopes to be free at last.
So with heavy heart and tremendous strain,
He stoops down low and begins again."
I was an optimistic little bastard, eh?
Blog plays came and went, and for a time they were my crowning achievement. Original-ish, totally me, the blog play helped to further distinguish my work. I talked to Jesus, talked to my soul, and other neat stuff.
"Tony: JC! *high fives* What is up, my man?
Jesus: Not much, Anthony.
Tony: How are you?
Jesus: Not bad. And you're alive?
Tony: ...That's what I would say if you asked me how I was, yes.
Jesus: (grinning) Yeah, I know.
Tony: ...Someone's not getting invited back here again.
Jesus: ...you'll forgive me.
Tony: GODDAM IT! Stop doing that!
Jesus: Please don't take my name in vain. Have some class.
Tony: All right, fine. CLASS. (In British Accent) I say, Jesus...
Jesus: Stop. I told you not to do that.
Tony: Do what?
Jesus: Take my name in vain.
Tony: ....I....(incoherent grumbling)
Jesus: (repeats) "I say, Jesu..."
Tony: Yeah, I GET it.
Jesus: (Grinning) Tee Hee.
Tony: Right....so, can we begin the interview?
Jesus: Certainly.
Tony: Any new progress?
Jesus: Well, yes, there's my new movie.
Tony: Ah yes, "Jesus: The Second Cuming." Now, why a skin flik?
Jesus: Well, I was against it at first, but my agent insisted it was a good idea.
Tony: But is your agent not a demon?
Jesus: A lawyer, yes.
Tony: (reading card) ....from the law offices of Belzebub, Mephistophilies, and Lucifer.
Jesus: ...yes.
Tony: I see. And the supporting cast of the film?
Jesus: Nun.
Tony: None? No supporting cast?
Jesus: No, NUNS.
Tony: Ah, nuns. But surely nuns are cloistered.
Jesus: Normally, yes. But I have devine privs.
Tony: I see. Now, if nuns are cloistered, does that mean they have pearls in them?
Jesus: Pardon?
Tony: Nevermind, nevermind. How is the Pope responding to the film?
Jesus: Poorly, I'm afraid. In fact he's inspired my newest book.
Tony: Which is called...
Jesus: "Bell, Book, and Candle"
Tony: Surely, you don't mean....
Jesus: Yes, I'm afraid I've been excommunicated.
Tony: ... Now, do you find that a tad ironic?
Jesus: How so?
Tony: Well, you being kicked out of a religion in your name...
Jesus: To be honest, I don't see how he can do it. I'm not even a Christian.
Tony: No?
Jesus: No. I'm a jew. Always have been.
Tony: Ah yes, of course. Wouldn't make much sense to be a Christian, I suppose.
Jesus: No.
Tony: Rather difficult to love oneself in the highest degree.
Jesus: That's the sequel.
Tony: Sequel? Sequel to what?
Jesus: My movie, "Jesus: The..."
Tony: (interupting) I think we all remember the title.
Jesus: I know, but it's just so clever. I like to throw it around.
Tony: Yes, well we have a special surprise guest for you. Please welcome the Pope.
(Pope enters, Jesus stands. There is swearing [bleeped out] and shoving as they are seperated by the bodyguard, Michael. They take their seats and glare at each other.
Tony: Now that we have the two of you together...
Pope: Now listen to me, I've been around a long time...
Jesus: I'll say. In my time people didn't live to be your age. Father was mericiful then.
Pope: What do you mean?
Jesus: He took people back home before they had to suffer in your sorry state.
Pope: (exasperated) Why! I never!
Jesus: I know. That's why I made the movie. To loosten you Christians up. Literally.
Pope: Why, I SAY!
Jesus: You better not. I've called him on that twice already. (points to Tony)
Tony: Hey, I've never!
Jesus: I know, you haven't either. But I was talking about the "name in vain" thing.
Tony: What about taking your name "in vein?" I was thinking about dealing Heroin...
Pope: What?
Tony: ...and you could be really great in marketing. I call it "Salvation Shooters."
Jesus: Hmm...
Tony: What do you say?
Jesus: How about cross-shaped syringes?
Pope: NOW SEE HERE! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!
(quarrel, fighting, swearing. Jesus picks up a chair and throws it at Pope.)
Tony: ....looks like you've killed him.
Jesus: ...oh, my.
Tony: Hey, it's ok. I'll bet you've always wanted to kill someone. Let's go with it.
Jesus: Well, I suppose....no, I can't.
Tony: Oh, come on, you watch us all down here, don't you just wanna.....zap?
Jesus: Well....those Child molestors....
Tony: Bring 'em out!
(ZAP)
Jesus: Televangelists.....
Tony: Head 'em up, move 'em out!
(ZAP)
Jesus: Are you sure this is ok?
Tony: For the son of man? Sure! Hell, it's therapuetic.
Jesus: CRUSADERS! POLITICIANS!
Tony: That's it! Let 'em flow!
(ZAP) (ZAP)
Jesus: RELIGION TEACHERS, METEOROLOGISTS, SOUTHERNERS!
Tony: WHOO!
Jesus: Hypocrites, neo-nazis, cult leaders, UFO survivers, Raelians, Jehova's witnesses...
(ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!)
(Hours pass, millions fall)
Tony: Wow, Earth is really roomy...
Jesus: Yeah, it was made that way.
Tony: How'd it get filled up so fast?
Jesus: Christians. ...And Chinese.
(ZAP!)
Jesus: Of course those dandy holy wars in my name thinned it out a bit. Pff.
Tony: Well, It's been an honor JC.
Jesus: Peace.
Tony: Catch 'ya on the flip side, oh great diviner of souls.
(Jesus leaves)"
Yeah . . . so then I went to hell.
To redeem myself, I got philosophical.
"Love is not based on need, it is the wanting to share one's joys and sorrows. My friends are not my friends because I need them, but because when I am joyful I want to share my happiness with them. When they are sad, I want to share in their sorrow to ease their burden. When I am sad, they want to share in my sorrow, and that makes me want to share my joy and their sorrow even more.
That is friendship. That is love.
It is not selfish, it is not gratifying, it is not necessary. It simply is. And it is wonderful and pure. Many think they understand it, but they do not. And that is why they often fall victim to disaster and worthless, over done drama.
Humans are rash and foolish, but atonement is found in conversion; real love made with the proper motives."
Ain't that sweet? My first "love must be free" theory. Take it to heart, kiddies.
Then I went to California, bought weapons in Mexico, won money gambling illegally in Vegas . . . Oh, and then I came up with the concept for Ninja Pirate Inc.
Then I came home, and it was cold.
"HOLY SHIT!"
And I discovered that my jeep is no snow mobile. I nearly died twice on the cruel roads, and I was a wee bit shaken up.
Then I attained "Megaman Nirvana," and the Buddha, Sidartha Guatama, had a debate with Mahavira.
"So, today we have some special guests . . .
Tony: So, Buddha, how did you start out?
Sidd: Well, I was rich and got really bored.
Vira: Hey! Me too!
Tony: So you became an ascetic?
Sidd: Indeed.
Vira: Me too! I loved asceticism. I was all about the starving.
Sidd: Me . . . not so much. I gave it up. Too extreme and pointless.
Vira: What a cheap cop out!
Tony: Mahavira, please. Buddha has the floor.
Sidd: Thanks. So, yeah. I thought it was stupid so I began the "middle way."
Vira: No way, ascetism is great! I loved it so much I starved myself to death!
Sidd: You starved yourself?
Vira: Yup.
Sidd: To death.
Vira: Yup.
Sidd: You promote non-violence and life.
Vira: Yup.
Sidd: And you starved yourself to death.
Vira: Uh huh.
Sidd: . . . dude, that's fucked up.
Vira: Fuck you, Buddha! I attained enlightenment!
Sidd: Big deal, me too.
Vira: My enlightenment rocks! Kevala rules!
Sidd: Kevala sucks. Nirvana is way better.
Vira: Oh yeah?
Sidd: Yeah. Is there a band called "Kevala?" If there is, I bet they suck.
Vira: Screw you! I did it the hard way!
Sidd: I'm sure you did, moron.
Vira: Hey! You relaxed in the shade, while I was squatting in the sun!
Sidd: Great, you went down in history as the guy who was squatting on the grass and suddenly attained enlightenment. Genius.
Vira: Gah!
Tony: Hey, settle down you two . . .
Vira: I know all the secrets of the universe! You never talked about them, you fraud?
Sidd: You honestly believe that the universe is in the shape of a man? Who's the fraud?
Vira: It is so!
Sidd: Let me ask you a question. You state that the universe is vast but finite.
Vira: Yes.
Sidd: Yet there is an infinite number of souls.
Vira: Yes.
Sidd: Tell me, how is it that an infinite quantity can fit into an all-encompassing but finite space out of which nothing exists?
[Long pause]
Vira: . . . There are strong winds outside . . . .
Sidd: There can't be wind without air particles to move, and they're all inside your "loka."
Vira: . . . FUCK YOU, BUDDHA!
(Vira grabs for a chair, but is met by a gunshot. Buddha has produced a colt magnum and used it to give Mahavira a complementary third eye . . . in the middle of his face.)
Tony: Well then. Go Buddha.
Sidd: Wanna go get something to eat?
Tony: Sure.
Sidd: Let's get steak.
Tony: You can eat beef?
Sidd: Sure, if it dies of natural causes.
(A random cow wanders in. Sidd shoots it. It falls.)
Tony: How's that natural?
Sidd: Bleeding to death is pretty natural, isn't it?"
Then I went to hell again, I think. Thankfully, I made up for it by remaining totally detached and friendly to everyone, no matter how they disturbed me.
"THINGS SISTER CONNIE HAS DONE WRONG.
1) Deprieving our students of M&Ms.
2) Deprieving our students of skittles.
3) Turning Holyoke Catholic into a Nazi training camp (Jainism my ass, Ranstrom has another reason for passing out swastikas.)
4) Annoying the hell out of everyone by interupting class to share her worthless opinions about nothing of any significance.
5)Breathing my air.
6)Changing the prayer in the mornings to involve standing (I don't find it any more reverent.)
7)Outlawing applause within a church setting.
8) Thinking she knows anything.
9) Pissing me off.
10)Pissing off a ninja. See 9.
11)Changing a school that has gotten on fine without her.
12) Existing. (How long will that last?)
13)Deciding that no one should eat on the grass outside. (Only heathans eat outside, you know.)
14)Protecting us from one another with the prohibition of all forms of affection. (Remember kids, Jesus loves you . . . so long as there are at least two other adults present to chaperone and he stays behind the red line.)
15)Not giving Cygan her medication this month (flipping out.)
16)Not exploding, even when I think about it really hard.
17)Brainwashing the teachers into wanting shorter advisory periods.
18)Not traveling back in time to prevent her own conception.
19)Decreasing profits to the school and thus causing an increase in the price of cafeteria food (See 1 and 2.)
20) Not realizing 1-19." [sic]
Add to that list her new dress code, and her habit of "removing" experienced teachers and replacing them with student teachers, which are much cheaper to employ. Higher tuition, and an education of lesser quality. Bravo.
Then, a skull was found in Jake's house, yada yada, research paper, yada yada, Megaman, yada yada . . . and then, the posts that would live in infamy.
THE WAR OF THE BLOGS*
*One blog and one deadjournal.
Steve and I playfully went at each other's throats, as stupid and as silly as when we had the "Alien Versus Predator Action Figure War."
It got ugly.
"To be honest, for someone so egotistical that emulates Maddox so diligently it should be refered to as "personality plagiorism," I was expecting better."
Well, it would have gotten ugly, except I'm pretty sure we were both giggling while we clicked the publish buttons on our respective sites. I called Steve a crappy pyro, he called me a geek that masturbates to japanese cartoons, and I called him a hypocritical Maddox-lite. We insulted and prodded, and eventually reached a consensus of mutual apathy.
Then, some stuff happened . . . and the first comments appeared. Yes, kiddies, that PRIVELEGE appeared fairly recently, something I enabled so people could leave behind feedback pertinent to my material. Mostly, it has unused or has been terribly abused. With the creation of the Protoman7000X bot, the comments were nearly removed permanently. Due to a lack of time to develop the bot to a level above stupidity, the project was scrapped and the comments have been left with loving patience.
Then came one of my more thought-provoking entries.
"Wouldn't it be great if Jesus came out of the closet? Seriously, think about it. How great would that be? How many jaws would drop? All those ignorant pricks that read their Bibles with magnifying glasses and then masturbate with self-satisfaction after soundly affirming their obstinancy to unorthodox thought (The Bible shouldn't be interpreted literally? Blasphemy. God has INFINITE love? Sacriledge. MY interpretation could be incorrect, and the devine might be seperate from its fallible mortal hands? hmm . . .) through mindless blathering of self-laden contradiction that ignores all unfavorable aspects of a book that has been transcribed through mortal hands long after oral tradition has distorted the original message that is then later taylored through multiple interpretations and biased editorialization. Of course, then one must flog oneself with wips and chains for masturbating, but that's another aspect of the Church.
So Jesus announces that he's gay. The world is shocked. Half the south is shitting their pants and Massachussitts suddenly becomes the new garden of Eden.
Then, Jesus admits that he was kidding. Good one, you must admit. Order is restored but the effect has been made . . . the bible beaters were mercilously slaughtered. Yay! Take that, fools.
These fanatics are really just a part of the problem though. People need to think. No one thinks anymore, and this country has turned to shit. We will either all destroy each other, or we will all be the same in a few years. Wide scale slaughter or wide scale conformity . . . it's all death to me.
Fight the future.
It's about time that stupid expression made sense.
Hail Zeon.
Not Zion, Zeon.
Every day, Man loses more and more of his potential. Don't allow it. Live not for comfort, live for struggle. Live for conflict, live for chaos, live for ANARACHY! LIVE FOR PASSION! Joy shall find those that grin at pain and mock difficulty, those that thrive in it. Fight for true freedom; fight for the freedom of the mind. Open your minds to new ideas. Analyze, interpret, discern. Form opinions, then challenge them. Crush them if need be and start again. Never complacent, never unyielding, never submissive . . . such is Zeon. Man must realize its potential, or Man will die. Man will suffer the consequences of sin, the sum of its transgressions, in the form of slow or swift destruction of humanity itself . . . even if the shell remains.
This is the ideology of Zeon. A Mankind of infinite potential lies unreached, who will rise to claim it?
Hail Zeon." [sic]
Not exactly the same ideology that I follow today, but I still like it.
Then I bitched about the movie Kill Bill, did some other stuff, and that brings us to here. One year of near-continuous brilliance completed! How's that?
*little known fact: Over two pages of comments and one long entry were removed from the site briefly after they appeared. A very anti-American post had led to Dan's excessive and pretentious rebutting into my comment block, which in turn brought out several crusaders to verbally combat O'Brian-lite. The incident became spiteful and got ugly, so the comments were removed and the Dan-bashing counter-post was deleted, so that the Blog of Zeon might "get back on track" and function normally without being used as an offensive message board. The decision was made because the Blog could not function normally under the chaotic conditions.
By this time you're thinking "Tony, this is irresponsible. This post has already taken me three days to read, and I'm just skimming to look for my name."
Well, there's a reason this anniversary "best of" post is so long. It's designed to keep you busy for a while. Yes, dear friends, my time of parting is neigh. Tomorrow I leave for the great Clark University, and I am not at liberty to estimate when I can post again.
This, friends, is my sweet farewell.
"Wherever you may go,
Whatever you may do,
Know that this one is dreaming of you.
If you stay where you are,
Or drift far from home,
Please remember the little one that wanders alone.
The one that could stand as tall as a man,
But was often the tiniest boy.
Remember his eyes of sadness and his eyes of unspeakable joy.
Eyes that he kept hidden.
Eyes he set apart.
Eyes that summoned hope, despite the sorrow that gripped his heart.
So when you walk out in the rain, know he is thinking of you.
And remember what he meant
When he spoke the words,
'Live through.'"
Sad, no? Worry not, dear friends. The mighty prince of Zeon is here for you. I can be reached often enough through AIM or by cell phone, and my new email is a lot better than my gundamwing.net account, simply because it has a lot less porn.
Wait, that's better, right?
Has this post beaten out Rich's legendary length yet? Tee hee, I just thought about that line.
Anyway, "The Legend of Zeon" videogame WILL be completed. As hectic as my schedule will be, there will still be a need for me to unwind with a little game making. The demo will be available by clicking on our old friend Protoman.
What's left to say? Things do not end, they merely change. Good luck to all of you, may you go with God and love in your heart.
And finally, a tribute to some friends, many of which probably don't read this thing:
Jake: Twelve, thirteen years going strong? We're not all that far away from each other. I'm sure I'll be seeing you on random weekends. Be sure to keep Amanda company up at the Towers every once in a while. Keep on doing what you do best, being a kick-ass pirate, and I'll be around to keep your enemies at bay.
Pawel: Dearest Captain Polack, will the wonders of Battlebots and Cowboy Bebop never cease? You are by far the greatest polack in the land. We shall meet again, I'm sure. Think of me as you touch the highest stars.
Will Murray: j00 r0x0r5 /\/\y 50x0r5. Take care, buddy. We'll meet again.
Jenn Murray: Stand proud! Be yourself and have confidence in all that you do.
Will D: Sorry I almost cut off your head with a Japanese sword. It happens, you know?
Damien: Did I finally spell that right? You will go far, I'm sure, but good luck all the same. I'm sure I'll be at your door in the future, whining about some user error.
Jim: Argh! Thou be too awesome for words! Take care! Modify that car and send me pics!
James: Too cool to describe. Seriously. So cool.
Matt Suska: We never seemed to see enough of each other. Time flies pretty fucking fast, eh? It meant a lot to me that you came to my graduation party. I appreciate that; thanks a bunch. We'll have to go camping some time.
Lara, Susan, and all my Maryland friends: I can't really leave people I've never lived close too, but I will be a lot less available in college. You all make my days a lot brighter, and I thank you. Lara, you're the biggest sweet heart in the world. See you all at the next Otakon!
Sara: Too awesome for words. I'll miss you a lot, so take care of yourself. Remember, insanity is merely a label of misunderstanding placed upon the brilliant by the foolish.
Anna: Best. Hugger. Ever. And a real sweetie. Why did we meet so late in the game? A year of Pre-Calc suddenly seems extra useless. Keep your hands off my bawls and keep rocking. ;-)
Merrilee: Well, there's about a snowball's chance in hell that you're reading this, but whatever. For all your shortcomings, you have a good heart, so I wish you well.
Martina: Such a sweetie. Take care and tell your brother to put a freaking shirt on.
Ricardo Sanchez: "Hey weird kid reading books in the student union, what're you reading?" "I'm not sure but it's giving me an erection." That's a composite of the first three years of highschool conversation with you, but senior year has been some kind of awesome thing, eh? Drama does many good things to friendships. I love you, buddy. Just try to work on those people skills and FINISH HIGHSCHOOL ALREADY, YOU SICK FUCK!
Sammy Cordova: You have a large heart, Sammy, and thus bear the burden of sensitivity. Try not to get hurt too much, and remember that you don't have to try so hard - - everyone loves you just how you are. You're more funny when you're calm, anyway. Just play it cool, Jack! With some control and focus, you will be among the greatest who have ever lived.
Sune: Similar interests, totally awesome, very friendly and cute. Why am I meeting so many cool people at THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT? Take care and keep in touch; you should come to Otakon with us. ^^
Jess G: Yeah . . . well, take care.
Jess M: I never really hated you; who could? You're half of one of the highschool couples that didn't make me vomit in my mouth. Lighten up on Jason, though. Sheesh. Let the boy have his fun. :-P Take care, you.
EJ: Man, we have to hang out so much in college. Megaman geek parties! Next summer we'll be up to some movie magic. Good times will follow, I'm sure.
Jason: Man, you're a great kid. You'll have to visit me sometime. Just follow the sirens. I'll tell you all about Clark. Thanks for all the fun times and all the video game challenges. You are a worthy adversary. But please, for the love of God and all that is holy, cut down on the DDR. You put seizure victims to shame.
Brendan Smith: Hey idioth! You are being a grate guy, you know eet. Good luck with all your endeavors. You CAN make a difference! Hahaha, heh, hee hee, ho . . . ok, I'll stop.
Meg Lynch: See Brendan. Does that make sense? No, of course not. I'm lazy; what do you expect?
Andrew: We've known each other for a while now, haven't we? I hope to see more of you, which isn't difficult because you're so freaking tall, so try to escape the isolated deathtraps of Maine to visit once in a while.
Adam Rhodes: Sir, thou art a being of great merit and considerable valor. Guard the holy name of Holyoke Catholic in my absence, that I might return in a blaze of glory to smite the villainous Sister Connie and all her evil cohorts.
Adam Goddu: Your family shall forever be intertwined with my destiny, and so we shall meet again. You are almost TOO talented, but there is no such thing when one is so modest.
Steph Lepine: The best school dance I've ever been to was the prom we spent together. Thank you for a wonderful evening and a year of friendship. Keep in touch or I will kill small animals in your yard. You're a special girl, but then so is every girl that I call "friend." :-p
Kristen: Another true sweetheart. Any heart so pure is destined for happiness and love, so I trust you will have a great year. Take good care of yourself and stay in touch.
Mich: . . . well, good riddance to bad trash.
Dan: Another snowball's chance in hell . . . anyway, I wish you luck. Sleeper though you be, you were a decent friend. What happened there? Try to keep yourself in one piece.
Steve: I hope to see you in the future. An asshole musician with many vices is an essential part of my life. ;-) Keep on rockin'.
Dave: One of my oldest and most fun friends. Fat chance you'll ever read this. I have no idea where you're going in life, but I'm sure you'll take out someone I don't like along the way. Keep rockin' buddy.
Katie: You don't read this thing either, but take care anyway. You're a good girl; not everyone hates you. You paranoid freak.
Caitlin: Think I missed you? You are a genuinely kind person, and I wish you the best. I'm sure I'll see you around, hopefully healthy and happy.
Evelyn: I'm 99.9% sure you'll never read this, but I'll keep blathering as if anybody cared. Congratulations on being one of the select group of people I went to Mater Dolorossa with that I still have respect for. You're insanely intelligent and overall a good person (although somewhat sarcastic to the point that it can be mistaken for meanspirited), and for that I salute you. Good luck!
Marissa: I think there's a slim chance you might read this, so here goes. You're a great person; very sweet and very smart. Wasn't Mrs. Desteffano's class fun? I'm sure you'll have no trouble climbing to the top in life; I wish you the best.
Amanda: No way in hell you'll ever see this. Oh well, you're awesome.
Arm . . . cramping! Sorry if I missed anyone, it was not intentional. I love you all very much. I apologize for the short length of these tributes, but I find that the greater the urge to say something, the more difficult it is to find the words. To the incoming classes:
Seniors: It's your year! Don't ever let anyone change that!
Juniors: You're fucked. FIGHT CONNIE!
Sophmores: You're super-fucked. FIGHT CONNIE!
Freshman: Fucked outright. Totally fucked. No question, you are fucked with a capital "F." Yeah, "f" is for freshman. And fucked. Fucked freshman.
I love ya.
-Z.
Current Mood: Complete.
When the hell did the days get so much shorter? The weeks, the months, the YEARS for that matter? Wasn't I just at a rehearsal for The Clearing? Didn't Sister Virginia just assign the same thing she did yesterday? Didn't I just talk to Mr. Fitzgerald and Father David today? What happened?
I think, perhaps, I've been looking at this the wrong way. Aside from summer ending, things aren't going to change THAT dramatically. Everyone will still have some Tony in their lives, I hope.
The anniversary post will be up sometime after midnight.
Current Mood: Calm
Thursday, August 12, 2004
I decided I miss random posts that have nothing to do with anything. So, here's one based on one of the many NP INC slogans:
Oh, yeah.
Just checked out Rich's blog and . . . wow. Aside from the true identity of Sombraro revealed (almost dissapointing, it was pulled off so well I was sure it was a Mich or a Gilley), I've been flattered to death by a close friend. I'm going to copy the section now, although I urge anyone to visit Rich's blog on their own, because it's simply great.
". . . As depraved and maniacal the character in the play was, the crazy Italian Ninja who played him was even more so. That’s right, we’re talking about everybody’s favorite zombie-huntin' Samurai inspired party host, Anthony Celi, Tony, as he is more famously known, or Tones McKenzie, to some Friends. The first time I noticed Tony at Catholic, (though I had seen him in Shadley public schools, and had a CCD class with him) was one day in mid-Freshman year, when I was bungling Python quotations and I heard Tony down the other end of the hallway correctly telling them to someone else. At this point I thought, "Oh crap. I need a new quirky British series to rip off." For Tony was at our school the unquestioned authority on all things Python. No one I know has so warped his or her ethnicity. Tony is an American of partial Italian descent. He makes this well known. He is also obsessed with the way of the Japanese stealth warriors, the Ninja. He practices Samurai sword training techniques, acts as a pirate on occasion, and plays out British comedy skits. When he has his friends blissfully confused, he throws a party over his house for half of the friggin’ school (the cool half). Tony has an intriguing and most times comforting view of the world. His beliefs are liberal enough to show he’s a compassionate person, well aware of the need for change, and just conservative enough to show he still has a place in his heart for good ol’ fashioned family values and American ideals. Tony has been my outspoken comrade in words against the tyrannical censorship which has infected ‘Catholic. He was the co-founder of the HCHSFTCT, and most likely the best writer that divinely hilarious organization will ever have. We worked side by side on two of the most successful skits in our school’s history, and side by side as well on the ill-fated (as of yet) Undying Love TV series. Through all of this, plus two triumphant public showings, Tony has demonstrated his amazing sense of humor. I did a blog on the subject of humor, I believe. In it I explained that it was an odd quality to have, and must be a product of an open mind, sound intelligence, and a light-hearted spirit. Tony has the greatest sense of humor of anyone I have ever known (not by much, mind you; all my friends are funny) but Tony’s is near perfect. He can integrate any foreign comedy into his own repertoire, use random, improvised, or rehearsed jokes with ease and effect, and appreciate the humor of others. Tony is hospitable and ingratiating. One must admit, he threw the best parties of anyone at Catholic. Tony may seem abrasive at times,but it's part of his charm. He makes up for it by being giddily cuddlesome other times. And I love the way he can switch from Droopy-eyed mumbler to frenetic lunatic in a mere second. But most importantly, Tony possesses a strength of character that is very rare in these times. The one word that comes to mind when I think of him isn’t welcoming, or funny, or even kind, though he is very much all of those things. The word I think of when I think of Tony is Honor. Tony, more than any other friend of mine, seems to be the most honorable. He’s always willing to do something because it’s right, not because it’s practical or popular. Because of this, it’s easy to picture Tony as one of the super heroes in the comics he collects, brooding over his computer in his well equipped basement lair, running on 3 hours sleep for 4 days, the loveable insomniac, his deadly disk shooter close at hand in case of trouble, working on his tremendous blog (one of the very best on the net) and steadfast, fighting a never ending battle against evil and hypocrisy. Yet, it is also easy to picture Tony stepping out of his Fortress of Solitude to welcome you in, a PS1 controller in one had, a can of Pepsi in the other, ever the smiling host. This makes Tony the perfect comic book crusader, and forever my hero."
. . . I think some dust must have shot up from keyboard and slid under my trendy shades . . . because I think I have something in my eye. My system's a little to stunned to organize an ingratiating and humble gesture of gratitude, so I will simply say that my anniversary post has a snippet prepared about every one of my friends that I could think of, although not nerely so impressive as that.
Thanks, Rich. You're a true friend. All I can really say is . . . I don't drink Pepsi! Tee hee. Did we really have CCD together? Man, I need to pay a lot more attention to my surroundings. What will I do in college?
Anyway, thanks buddy. The honor you give me serves only to reflect your own sensitivity and compassion. I love ya, man.
Current Mood: *sniff* What? I'm just . . . gah, leave me be.
Current Music: *sniff* I said don't look at me! :-p
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Oh, yeah.
Just checked out Rich's blog and . . . wow. Aside from the true identity of Sombraro revealed (almost dissapointing, it was pulled off so well I was sure it was a Mich or a Gilley), I've been flattered to death by a close friend. I'm going to copy the section now, although I urge anyone to visit Rich's blog on their own, because it's simply great.
". . . As depraved and maniacal the character in the play was, the crazy Italian Ninja who played him was even more so. That’s right, we’re talking about everybody’s favorite zombie-huntin' Samurai inspired party host, Anthony Celi, Tony, as he is more famously known, or Tones McKenzie, to some Friends. The first time I noticed Tony at Catholic, (though I had seen him in Shadley public schools, and had a CCD class with him) was one day in mid-Freshman year, when I was bungling Python quotations and I heard Tony down the other end of the hallway correctly telling them to someone else. At this point I thought, "Oh crap. I need a new quirky British series to rip off." For Tony was at our school the unquestioned authority on all things Python. No one I know has so warped his or her ethnicity. Tony is an American of partial Italian descent. He makes this well known. He is also obsessed with the way of the Japanese stealth warriors, the Ninja. He practices Samurai sword training techniques, acts as a pirate on occasion, and plays out British comedy skits. When he has his friends blissfully confused, he throws a party over his house for half of the friggin’ school (the cool half). Tony has an intriguing and most times comforting view of the world. His beliefs are liberal enough to show he’s a compassionate person, well aware of the need for change, and just conservative enough to show he still has a place in his heart for good ol’ fashioned family values and American ideals. Tony has been my outspoken comrade in words against the tyrannical censorship which has infected ‘Catholic. He was the co-founder of the HCHSFTCT, and most likely the best writer that divinely hilarious organization will ever have. We worked side by side on two of the most successful skits in our school’s history, and side by side as well on the ill-fated (as of yet) Undying Love TV series. Through all of this, plus two triumphant public showings, Tony has demonstrated his amazing sense of humor. I did a blog on the subject of humor, I believe. In it I explained that it was an odd quality to have, and must be a product of an open mind, sound intelligence, and a light-hearted spirit. Tony has the greatest sense of humor of anyone I have ever known (not by much, mind you; all my friends are funny) but Tony’s is near perfect. He can integrate any foreign comedy into his own repertoire, use random, improvised, or rehearsed jokes with ease and effect, and appreciate the humor of others. Tony is hospitable and ingratiating. One must admit, he threw the best parties of anyone at Catholic. Tony may seem abrasive at times,but it's part of his charm. He makes up for it by being giddily cuddlesome other times. And I love the way he can switch from Droopy-eyed mumbler to frenetic lunatic in a mere second. But most importantly, Tony possesses a strength of character that is very rare in these times. The one word that comes to mind when I think of him isn’t welcoming, or funny, or even kind, though he is very much all of those things. The word I think of when I think of Tony is Honor. Tony, more than any other friend of mine, seems to be the most honorable. He’s always willing to do something because it’s right, not because it’s practical or popular. Because of this, it’s easy to picture Tony as one of the super heroes in the comics he collects, brooding over his computer in his well equipped basement lair, running on 3 hours sleep for 4 days, the loveable insomniac, his deadly disk shooter close at hand in case of trouble, working on his tremendous blog (one of the very best on the net) and steadfast, fighting a never ending battle against evil and hypocrisy. Yet, it is also easy to picture Tony stepping out of his Fortress of Solitude to welcome you in, a PS1 controller in one had, a can of Pepsi in the other, ever the smiling host. This makes Tony the perfect comic book crusader, and forever my hero."
. . . I think some dust must have shot up from keyboard and slid under my trendy shades . . . because I think I have something in my eye. My system's a little to stunned to organize an ingratiating and humble gesture of gratitude, so I will simply say that my anniversary post has a snippet prepared about every one of my friends that I could think of, although not nerely so impressive as that.
Thanks, Rich. You're a true friend. All I can really say is . . . I don't drink Pepsi! Tee hee. Did we really have CCD together? Man, I need to pay a lot more attention to my surroundings. What will I do in college?
Anyway, thanks buddy. The honor you give me serves only to reflect your own sensitivity and compassion. I love ya, man.
Current Mood: *sniff* What? I'm just . . . gah, leave me be.
Current Music: *sniff* I said don't look at me! :-p
To liven up the mood of this blog, here's another restoration from the vault.
(Remember, this is one of my first comics, so I was really lazy and drew myself as Boba Fett.)
Test still stands for who can identify the sprite I barely modified to make that thar Fett.
Second post of the day, whoo. Anniversary post standing at 19 Winword pages. Eep.
Current Mood: Composed.
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(Remember, this is one of my first comics, so I was really lazy and drew myself as Boba Fett.)
Test still stands for who can identify the sprite I barely modified to make that thar Fett.
Second post of the day, whoo. Anniversary post standing at 19 Winword pages. Eep.
Current Mood: Composed.
The hardest decision ever.
Is the video game likely to be completed in a timely fashion? No. Will Undying Love be filmed before I go to college? No. Will I finish my anniversary post? Yes, that one is all set.
I've been flip-flopping inside my mind excessively for the past week, mainly because I'm just not ready to let go. What is the right decision, anyway? Is it going to matter that much?
So I've decided to leave as planned on the 15th. The difference of about four days seems silly, and the time will give me some much-needed space to clear my head. It's hard to be the first guy to leave, but it'll probably be harder to stay the first guy leaving for four extra days.
So, I'm sorry guys. I've got to do what I've got to do.
*Protoman whistle*
Current Mood: Distraught.
Current Music: Danny Elfman
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
The Rantings of a Scared Little Boy.
This here is the situation, ladies and gents:
Tony must choose, very, very soon, whether to go to Clark Trek(as planned) or to stay home for another week.
Clark Trek: (Pros)
1) Meet some people.
2) Take a break from my normal life.
3) Enjoy nature a bit.
Clark Trek: (Cons)
1) I don't make friends quickly, it takes me time to warm up to people.
2) Another week without work, with my friends, sounds a lot more fun than a retreat.
3) It's not camping and it's not hiking; I'd rather take a day trip with friends.
Home: (Pros)
1) I can finish all of my incomplete projects.
2) I can get in some time to spend with all of my friends.
3) I can get a better sense of closure.
Home: (Cons)
1) Some projects may remain incomplete.
2) I may regret my decision to not attempt to meet new people.
3) Now or later, I have to move on sometime.
See my dilemna? Did I spell that correctly? It's not an easy choice to make. Either one will likely leave me questioning the other.
WHAT AM I TO DO?
Finish the post, you say? That's crazy enough to work.
Current Mood: Confused. 0_o
Current Music: Cats in the Cradle
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Well, I'm at Rich's right now, trying to fix my own mess. Shit. I really, really hate the way blogger's defaults work. I'm considering, when he gets back, setting him up with haloscan comments like mine. The comment system he's using is very limited. So limited, I can't fix my stupid mistakes when I make them. Arrrgh.
So . . . sadly, all the people that will miss me can't stay in touch with me. All my plans seem to fall through. Sad, it be.
Today's recommendation: Go to www.newgrounds.com and look up "Salad Fingers" if you'd like to see one of the most disturbing things you will encounter in life.
Current mood: Meh.
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So . . . sadly, all the people that will miss me can't stay in touch with me. All my plans seem to fall through. Sad, it be.
Today's recommendation: Go to www.newgrounds.com and look up "Salad Fingers" if you'd like to see one of the most disturbing things you will encounter in life.
Current mood: Meh.
Monday, August 09, 2004
My, what a wasted day. I slept until noon, watched "The Return of the King," and then ate dinner. Now, I'm going to watch "The Nightmare Before Christmas" and go to bed. What a productive little chap I am!
Now, I don't have much to post tonight, so I decided to move an image from the old server onto the new server. That way, it can be enjoyed all over again. Isn't that a great cop-out? So, here you go, one from the vaults.
Current Mood: Happy.
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Now, I don't have much to post tonight, so I decided to move an image from the old server onto the new server. That way, it can be enjoyed all over again. Isn't that a great cop-out? So, here you go, one from the vaults.
Current Mood: Happy.
Saturday, August 07, 2004
What the hell is this? There's a very odd stain on my wakizashi that WILL NOT come out. Steel wool and rubbing alcohol seem powerless against it.
Anyway, last set build for me today. Regrettable though it may be, the humble ninja must take his leave.
I may post more later, but likely I'll be scrubbing this freaking blade.
Current Mood: Good, but irked.
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Anyway, last set build for me today. Regrettable though it may be, the humble ninja must take his leave.
I may post more later, but likely I'll be scrubbing this freaking blade.
Current Mood: Good, but irked.
Friday, August 06, 2004
Ok, kids. I have a special post for you today. I read a book, recently, and it's a very good book. I'd like to take a moment to criticize our president yet again. No, wait! Don't close the window! Don't fill my comment page with completely useless thoughts! It's not what you think. I'm going to ease into this with as little bias as possible.
George W. Bush
Exactly what has he accomplished? When I ask people this, they answer "tax cuts." These particular individuals are fucking rich, and piss me off because they gave me $50 for a graduation present after making a big deal about it as if they broke the bank. $50 was the standard from everyone that came to the party, whores.
The second thing people bring up is the war. That's what this election hinges on, right? I mean, sure it "ended," but that's the real issue. Bush's selling point is that he's a "war president." Is he really? Let's take a look.
GEORGE W. BUSH
VS.
SUN TZU
Who is Sun Tzu? He is the military general who wrote "The Art of War" over two thousand years ago. The ancient text is held as the most definitive and most frequently referenced guide to warfare. It defines the practices and theories regarding succesful warfare, as compiled by one of China's greatest generals. The following are exact translations and interpretations.
"Know your self and know your enemy and you will never be defeated."
Yes, we certainly do know a lot about our enemy, don't we? Where they are, how they fight, what to expect?
"Deserts, big marshes, forests, uninhabited areas, plagued regions, and high mountains where the air is thin are unfit places for a military troop to inhabit for long."
Uhhh . . .
Marshall Liu Bocheng's Taboos of War, derived from Sun Tzu's teachings:
"1. Do not fight a war if the country is not powerful enough (including manpower and financial and military strength).
2. Do not fight a war if the situation is unfavorable (including the international situation and the attitudes of neighboring countries).
3. Do not fight a war if there is no domestic tranquility.
4. Do not fight a war if the people do not support it.
5. Do not fight if the country has to fight on two or more fronts."
Number one is vague as to which country as in question, but given the benefit of the doubt Bush is only innocent of that and number five . . . thankfully.
There is plenty more evidence in this book, but well . . . it's large. And I'm lazy. 'Nuff said.
Conclusion: Bush's STRATEGY and indeed his TACTICS for the current war are very bad. Cross reference with the reasons for warfare as defined in Orwell's 1984 and a chill should shoot up your spine.
Other conclusion: China would completely kick our ass in a war, any day.
The real title for this post should have been . . .
GEORGE BUSH
VS.
COMMON FUCKING SENSE
My apologies for the lack of eloquency in this post, and my not being more thorough. Time constraints limit my creativity. Later for now, kids.
Current Mood: Happy
Current Music: None.
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George W. Bush
Exactly what has he accomplished? When I ask people this, they answer "tax cuts." These particular individuals are fucking rich, and piss me off because they gave me $50 for a graduation present after making a big deal about it as if they broke the bank. $50 was the standard from everyone that came to the party, whores.
The second thing people bring up is the war. That's what this election hinges on, right? I mean, sure it "ended," but that's the real issue. Bush's selling point is that he's a "war president." Is he really? Let's take a look.
GEORGE W. BUSH
VS.
SUN TZU
Who is Sun Tzu? He is the military general who wrote "The Art of War" over two thousand years ago. The ancient text is held as the most definitive and most frequently referenced guide to warfare. It defines the practices and theories regarding succesful warfare, as compiled by one of China's greatest generals. The following are exact translations and interpretations.
"Know your self and know your enemy and you will never be defeated."
Yes, we certainly do know a lot about our enemy, don't we? Where they are, how they fight, what to expect?
"Deserts, big marshes, forests, uninhabited areas, plagued regions, and high mountains where the air is thin are unfit places for a military troop to inhabit for long."
Uhhh . . .
Marshall Liu Bocheng's Taboos of War, derived from Sun Tzu's teachings:
"1. Do not fight a war if the country is not powerful enough (including manpower and financial and military strength).
2. Do not fight a war if the situation is unfavorable (including the international situation and the attitudes of neighboring countries).
3. Do not fight a war if there is no domestic tranquility.
4. Do not fight a war if the people do not support it.
5. Do not fight if the country has to fight on two or more fronts."
Number one is vague as to which country as in question, but given the benefit of the doubt Bush is only innocent of that and number five . . . thankfully.
There is plenty more evidence in this book, but well . . . it's large. And I'm lazy. 'Nuff said.
Conclusion: Bush's STRATEGY and indeed his TACTICS for the current war are very bad. Cross reference with the reasons for warfare as defined in Orwell's 1984 and a chill should shoot up your spine.
Other conclusion: China would completely kick our ass in a war, any day.
The real title for this post should have been . . .
GEORGE BUSH
VS.
COMMON FUCKING SENSE
My apologies for the lack of eloquency in this post, and my not being more thorough. Time constraints limit my creativity. Later for now, kids.
Current Mood: Happy
Current Music: None.
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Only ten ominous days remain for South Hadley's resident ninja. What will become of him? What will he do? Where will he go?
Meh, fuck it. He'll be fine.
My anniversary post WILL be ready on schedule, but my game likely WILL NOT be on time. Sorry, folks, but it'll seem better after class begins at HCHS anyway. The game will be completed, just late . . . I hope. I have no idea if Klik and Play will run on XP pro. If not, the game will be REALLY late, and I'll be teaching myself flash.
What revolutionaries remain? Who will stand with me? In this world, too few will seek change for all people, too few are recognized for such effort. Too few will act in spite of recognition. Policies will change, establishments and governments will fall, but ultimately such things are irrelevant. The revolution is not truly complete until the hearts of the people change to reflect this new age. It is not the sword or the rifle that brings such change; it is the pen of the writer, the instrument of artist. The poets, the preachers, and the artisans are those that will bring the future.
And so this one will live as best he can, to bring love to whoever he meets and as little pain as possible. Though this one is unworthy, he will bring some relief to the suffering, and in this way atone for his sins. In this way, such a lowly one may find peace, and value.
-Personal piece, inspired by "Rurouni Kenshin."
Current Mood: Meh, I could use a hug.
Current Music: The wonderful screams of . . . nevermind.
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Meh, fuck it. He'll be fine.
My anniversary post WILL be ready on schedule, but my game likely WILL NOT be on time. Sorry, folks, but it'll seem better after class begins at HCHS anyway. The game will be completed, just late . . . I hope. I have no idea if Klik and Play will run on XP pro. If not, the game will be REALLY late, and I'll be teaching myself flash.
What revolutionaries remain? Who will stand with me? In this world, too few will seek change for all people, too few are recognized for such effort. Too few will act in spite of recognition. Policies will change, establishments and governments will fall, but ultimately such things are irrelevant. The revolution is not truly complete until the hearts of the people change to reflect this new age. It is not the sword or the rifle that brings such change; it is the pen of the writer, the instrument of artist. The poets, the preachers, and the artisans are those that will bring the future.
And so this one will live as best he can, to bring love to whoever he meets and as little pain as possible. Though this one is unworthy, he will bring some relief to the suffering, and in this way atone for his sins. In this way, such a lowly one may find peace, and value.
-Personal piece, inspired by "Rurouni Kenshin."
Current Mood: Meh, I could use a hug.
Current Music: The wonderful screams of . . . nevermind.
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
"For years, Man has yearned to destroy the sun . . ." -Montgomery Burns
I'm damn well tempted to, damn it. Two days working on a fence with paint and caulk(tee hee) in the sweltering heat do that to you. I really would like to just sit around in a cool place and nap . . . possibly cuddling something . . . likely an inanimate object, for lack of a better substitute. Then I'll watch a movie and drift off for a week or so . . . before I ship off to Worchester . . .
Feh.
I wish everyone wasn't going on vacation at the same time that I'm trying to cling to my past life.
Meh, this post is good enough. You get what you pay for.
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I'm damn well tempted to, damn it. Two days working on a fence with paint and caulk(tee hee) in the sweltering heat do that to you. I really would like to just sit around in a cool place and nap . . . possibly cuddling something . . . likely an inanimate object, for lack of a better substitute. Then I'll watch a movie and drift off for a week or so . . . before I ship off to Worchester . . .
Feh.
I wish everyone wasn't going on vacation at the same time that I'm trying to cling to my past life.
Meh, this post is good enough. You get what you pay for.
Monday, August 02, 2004
Take that, "Free Image Hosting Solutions!" I can't remember which complete stranger gave me the tip-off to try photobucket, but God bless him. I just can't deal with my old image host's downtime; my blog needs its images to be there. Photobucket isn't perfect either, but the amount of time my normal images have spent down is just unacceptable. So here you go, true believers. All of my new images and all of my template images are shining bright.
My old images are still on the old server, meaning that you can't see them most of the time. No one's bitched about it yet, likely because there's a new Mrs. Allyn picture to giggle at, so I'm not going to fix it yet. There's other projects to tend to, and precious little time!
1) My book needs to be knicked away at. It'll never get written if I don't commit more time to it.
2) "Undying Love" must be set into motion, NOW.
3) "The Legend of Zeon" . . . that's what I named it, right? It needs more progress. I'm going to hash out the first level in the next few days and worry about the sprites I need for future levels later.
4) My send-off/anniversary post is pretty much planned out, but now I need to actually prepare the content. That means ever-more image work for me. It's a good thing I find sprite work and paint drawing to be so relaxing. One day, I'll have photoshop. Then I can make fancy-ass comics like Pawel . . . hmmmm. . . idea . . .
5) Making a guest-comic for Pawel. Just thought of it. I can do that. Nyah.
So that's my big schedule. I think if I accomplish most or all of it before I go away . . . I'll be satisfied. I need some kind of closure, because I'm falling apart like a leper at a chiropractor.
I shared a though with Rich today. Nicknames are a great thing. Does anyone else appreciate the intimacy of the nickname as much as I do? Maybe you were spoiled with a plethora of nicknames, but all my life I've just had "Tony," and it was used by everyone anyway, to the point that I was never referred to as "Anthony" by anyone. What kind of a nickname is that?
I always believed that with a four-letter nickname already instilled upon me, no conceivable substitute would be possible. I was wrong. I've got a small collection of nicknames, all personally tailored and very dear to me. To make sure you understand, these names really make me feel special.
Rich named me "Tones Mckenzie," one of my personal favorites, and it's caught on with many friends. Warm feelings whenever I hear that.
Pawel dubbed me "Wop, Wopman," and several other terrible ethnic slurs. Oddly enough, it's very cool to relate on a racial basis of mock-hatred with a good friend. :-D
Sammy refers to me as "Tony Cordova" and "Sensei," because he knows how awesome I am. He's a very smart lad, that Sammy Cordova. He's going to be the best Batman ever.
Lara made a nickname for me . . . but I don't want to post it here. My friends are jerks when it comes to innocent rhymes that sound suggestive. (Cries)
I named myself Eli, but that's neither here nor there.
Tim Goddu called me "The Italian Stallion," but I believe Sly Stallone and Capt. Jake both have claim to that title all ready.
And of course, the crazy old man that lives on the street corner refers to me as "the roaming demon." I don't know what the hell his problem is, so I tore his leg off and beat him with it. Then I ate it.
All in all, nicknames make me feel special. I just wanted to share that with you. It's kind of my thank you, I guess.
Current Mood: 5-7 working in the sun . . . first on a fence, then on blacktop . . . I will never mock Capt. P's sunstroke again . . .
Current Music: No time for music now, you fool!
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My old images are still on the old server, meaning that you can't see them most of the time. No one's bitched about it yet, likely because there's a new Mrs. Allyn picture to giggle at, so I'm not going to fix it yet. There's other projects to tend to, and precious little time!
1) My book needs to be knicked away at. It'll never get written if I don't commit more time to it.
2) "Undying Love" must be set into motion, NOW.
3) "The Legend of Zeon" . . . that's what I named it, right? It needs more progress. I'm going to hash out the first level in the next few days and worry about the sprites I need for future levels later.
4) My send-off/anniversary post is pretty much planned out, but now I need to actually prepare the content. That means ever-more image work for me. It's a good thing I find sprite work and paint drawing to be so relaxing. One day, I'll have photoshop. Then I can make fancy-ass comics like Pawel . . . hmmmm. . . idea . . .
5) Making a guest-comic for Pawel. Just thought of it. I can do that. Nyah.
So that's my big schedule. I think if I accomplish most or all of it before I go away . . . I'll be satisfied. I need some kind of closure, because I'm falling apart like a leper at a chiropractor.
I shared a though with Rich today. Nicknames are a great thing. Does anyone else appreciate the intimacy of the nickname as much as I do? Maybe you were spoiled with a plethora of nicknames, but all my life I've just had "Tony," and it was used by everyone anyway, to the point that I was never referred to as "Anthony" by anyone. What kind of a nickname is that?
I always believed that with a four-letter nickname already instilled upon me, no conceivable substitute would be possible. I was wrong. I've got a small collection of nicknames, all personally tailored and very dear to me. To make sure you understand, these names really make me feel special.
Rich named me "Tones Mckenzie," one of my personal favorites, and it's caught on with many friends. Warm feelings whenever I hear that.
Pawel dubbed me "Wop, Wopman," and several other terrible ethnic slurs. Oddly enough, it's very cool to relate on a racial basis of mock-hatred with a good friend. :-D
Sammy refers to me as "Tony Cordova" and "Sensei," because he knows how awesome I am. He's a very smart lad, that Sammy Cordova. He's going to be the best Batman ever.
Lara made a nickname for me . . . but I don't want to post it here. My friends are jerks when it comes to innocent rhymes that sound suggestive. (Cries)
I named myself Eli, but that's neither here nor there.
Tim Goddu called me "The Italian Stallion," but I believe Sly Stallone and Capt. Jake both have claim to that title all ready.
And of course, the crazy old man that lives on the street corner refers to me as "the roaming demon." I don't know what the hell his problem is, so I tore his leg off and beat him with it. Then I ate it.
All in all, nicknames make me feel special. I just wanted to share that with you. It's kind of my thank you, I guess.
Current Mood: 5-7 working in the sun . . . first on a fence, then on blacktop . . . I will never mock Capt. P's sunstroke again . . .
Current Music: No time for music now, you fool!
Sunday, August 01, 2004
Insane book-purchases!
I went to Walden today and managed to save $20 . . . by spending $60! Whoo!
I bought a copy of 1984, Anthem, and Brave New World, as well as my usual mangas and the complete works of William Shakespeare.
Yeah, that last one was pricey.
I still need a copy of Fahrenheit 451, so I'll get that next time.
Now, I'm going to read some Rurouni Kenshin.
Current Mood: Happy
Current Music: . . . I forget. Pawel gave it to me; it's good.
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I went to Walden today and managed to save $20 . . . by spending $60! Whoo!
I bought a copy of 1984, Anthem, and Brave New World, as well as my usual mangas and the complete works of William Shakespeare.
Yeah, that last one was pricey.
I still need a copy of Fahrenheit 451, so I'll get that next time.
Now, I'm going to read some Rurouni Kenshin.
Current Mood: Happy
Current Music: . . . I forget. Pawel gave it to me; it's good.
