Thursday, September 30, 2004
I present the Chronicles of Wandering Eli:
Eli, being the venturing type, ventured out into the world. He soon found that the world was a very large place, so he went back and got a bicycle. It was a fairly nice bike, most suitable indeed for getting around in. It was for this reason that Eli was particularly distressed when it exploded. The spontanious combustion prompted Eli to see a specialist. Dr. Fliggafart was enthused because, being an expert on this sort of thing, he could finally get payed. However, Eli had spent all of his money on a bagel, during a particularly fateful adventure that shan't be mentioned again. The doctor cried himself to death, producing a river of sorrow. Upon this river, many tradesman found plentiful orchards, and were thus able to prosper. Eli made a raft out of old macaroni he kept in his pocket. He sat on the raft and floated down the river of old-doctor-despair-juice.
It just so happened he chanced a water foul. In this region, water foul didn't very much like to be chanced by bagel-eating strangers that shan't mention how they came across the aforementioned baked good, and so he bid him adieu. Eli asured the water foul that bidding adieu is something that is just not done by the water foul community, and hence his foe conceded. At long last, peace returned to Jimmy's left sock. It had distressed for many years at its adieu-biddedness, and now could rest in peace. As its soul ascended, it smiled upon Eli, and the boy was blessed with glowing neckties. Stylish and effective, the ties made excellent transportation, and soon Eli was on his way again. He traveled for about 8 seconds.
After the long journey was complete, Eli found himself in a strange land. Waffles paved the streets, which hung majestically from the sky by piano wire. Cars tumbled and scooted along, but mostly, as appeared to be the trend at this time, they exploded for no readily apparent reason. It was at this moment the man splattered all over Eli's good shoes. The good Captain Defenestrato had apparently been doing his daily exercise dangling dangerously out of a window, when a freak accident caused him to fall to his death. He begged Eli to get him a glass of water, but Eli had to shoot him instead. Clearly, he was a zombie. The reasons why the man had turned remained a mystery, and would forever remain so, because Eli was hungry.
Eli munched on his bagel thoughtfully, reflecting upon his history of bagels. One particular account came to mind, but it shan't be recalled here. It made Eli smile. "What color has the moon become you?" asked the flubjub. "I guess Jesus has nickle and dimed my aunt" replied Eli, and the entire planet shared a good laugh.
The End.
If you know someone you would like to see die a painful death, turn on C-Span and have them read this story. While the show plays in the background, give them a leftover McDonald's hamburger to munch on while they read. The combined effect will result in lethal internal hemoraging. For an explosion, add a salted fish. Place it directly on top of the television set. Substitute a penguin for a very potent explosion.
Still here? Wonderful! No, really, that's just dandy. It is. I'm glad to see you care so much.
Why did I waste so much of your time? Because I can, silly. It's your own fault for reading this, isn't it? You did this all to yourself. How does that feel? Huh, jackass? How does that feel? Precious moments of your life are gone now, because of me. You could have exercised your body or your mind to better yourself, or you could have accomplished something worthwhile. But you didn't, and you won't. Even now, you can't think of anything worth doing. All you can summon to mind is one word: "Why?"
Because I can. Why are you still reading? Man, you are a glutton for punishment. You've wasted so much of your life already. You're probably going to die alone, with nothing accomplished. God, what a loser.
So tell me, why can't you stop? Why are you driven to read on? Are you tempted to stop, as an act of defiance? Or are you afraid of missing some validating detail that you need to find? Do you feel compelled by a sense of completion to finish what you've started, so that the time you wasted will be redeemed by getting to something important at the end?
Really, are you expecting a SPECIAL SURPRISE just a little further down? Are you anticipating an amusing anecdote, a deep and dark secret about myself, or a hilarious picture?
Man, you've been had.
Current Mood: Insane.
Current Hobby: Playing with the pretty colors.
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Eli, being the venturing type, ventured out into the world. He soon found that the world was a very large place, so he went back and got a bicycle. It was a fairly nice bike, most suitable indeed for getting around in. It was for this reason that Eli was particularly distressed when it exploded. The spontanious combustion prompted Eli to see a specialist. Dr. Fliggafart was enthused because, being an expert on this sort of thing, he could finally get payed. However, Eli had spent all of his money on a bagel, during a particularly fateful adventure that shan't be mentioned again. The doctor cried himself to death, producing a river of sorrow. Upon this river, many tradesman found plentiful orchards, and were thus able to prosper. Eli made a raft out of old macaroni he kept in his pocket. He sat on the raft and floated down the river of old-doctor-despair-juice.
It just so happened he chanced a water foul. In this region, water foul didn't very much like to be chanced by bagel-eating strangers that shan't mention how they came across the aforementioned baked good, and so he bid him adieu. Eli asured the water foul that bidding adieu is something that is just not done by the water foul community, and hence his foe conceded. At long last, peace returned to Jimmy's left sock. It had distressed for many years at its adieu-biddedness, and now could rest in peace. As its soul ascended, it smiled upon Eli, and the boy was blessed with glowing neckties. Stylish and effective, the ties made excellent transportation, and soon Eli was on his way again. He traveled for about 8 seconds.
After the long journey was complete, Eli found himself in a strange land. Waffles paved the streets, which hung majestically from the sky by piano wire. Cars tumbled and scooted along, but mostly, as appeared to be the trend at this time, they exploded for no readily apparent reason. It was at this moment the man splattered all over Eli's good shoes. The good Captain Defenestrato had apparently been doing his daily exercise dangling dangerously out of a window, when a freak accident caused him to fall to his death. He begged Eli to get him a glass of water, but Eli had to shoot him instead. Clearly, he was a zombie. The reasons why the man had turned remained a mystery, and would forever remain so, because Eli was hungry.
Eli munched on his bagel thoughtfully, reflecting upon his history of bagels. One particular account came to mind, but it shan't be recalled here. It made Eli smile. "What color has the moon become you?" asked the flubjub. "I guess Jesus has nickle and dimed my aunt" replied Eli, and the entire planet shared a good laugh.
The End.
If you know someone you would like to see die a painful death, turn on C-Span and have them read this story. While the show plays in the background, give them a leftover McDonald's hamburger to munch on while they read. The combined effect will result in lethal internal hemoraging. For an explosion, add a salted fish. Place it directly on top of the television set. Substitute a penguin for a very potent explosion.
Still here? Wonderful! No, really, that's just dandy. It is. I'm glad to see you care so much.
Why did I waste so much of your time? Because I can, silly. It's your own fault for reading this, isn't it? You did this all to yourself. How does that feel? Huh, jackass? How does that feel? Precious moments of your life are gone now, because of me. You could have exercised your body or your mind to better yourself, or you could have accomplished something worthwhile. But you didn't, and you won't. Even now, you can't think of anything worth doing. All you can summon to mind is one word: "Why?"
Because I can. Why are you still reading? Man, you are a glutton for punishment. You've wasted so much of your life already. You're probably going to die alone, with nothing accomplished. God, what a loser.
So tell me, why can't you stop? Why are you driven to read on? Are you tempted to stop, as an act of defiance? Or are you afraid of missing some validating detail that you need to find? Do you feel compelled by a sense of completion to finish what you've started, so that the time you wasted will be redeemed by getting to something important at the end?
Really, are you expecting a SPECIAL SURPRISE just a little further down? Are you anticipating an amusing anecdote, a deep and dark secret about myself, or a hilarious picture?
Man, you've been had.
Current Mood: Insane.
Current Hobby: Playing with the pretty colors.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Well, the first wave of results are in:
80% of you said that I am best suited as a ninja.
10% of you say that I'm a pirate if ever there was one
10% recognize my cowboy-like qualities.
So . . . Ninja is in a commanding lead! I'll keep the poll open (in my profile) for the rest of the week. Please cast a vote today.
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80% of you said that I am best suited as a ninja.
10% of you say that I'm a pirate if ever there was one
10% recognize my cowboy-like qualities.
So . . . Ninja is in a commanding lead! I'll keep the poll open (in my profile) for the rest of the week. Please cast a vote today.
Sunday, September 26, 2004
I am, as everyone knows, a Ronin. This basically means that I'm a masterless Ninja/Samurai that wanders around in a very cowboy-like fashion, righting wrongs and the like. Sometimes, I pillage bad people. I do this in boat, making me very pirate like as well. The question is . . .
Which am I more?
Please check out the pole in my buddy profile and cast your vote on whether I'm more Ninja, Pirate, or Cowboy. I'm having an identity crisis.
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Which am I more?
Please check out the pole in my buddy profile and cast your vote on whether I'm more Ninja, Pirate, or Cowboy. I'm having an identity crisis.
Friday, September 24, 2004
Yep, my spending is now on hold. I've got my Cowboy Bebop, and my sword is on its way. I can relax for a little while.
Spending, anyway. School has officially begun to kick my ass. I just can't seem to get into work mode. Some sleep MIGHT do the trick, but I think it'll mostly come down to an internal battle of . . aww, screw it. I'm tired.
Current Mood: Bleh.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
An amusing thought: The format of this page is amazingly similar to a notebook, being filled in backwards.
Anyway, I've been thinking. Try not to act too surprised.
We have a well-written show, just aching to be filmed, and an impacient and sparingly available star willing to supply a chameo. Almost all of us have a full month off for Christmas. If we actually plan ahead, and people take it seriously enough to commit to it, is there any reason we can't shoot at LEAST the first episode within the span of just one WEEK of that time? We really need a day, but can't we manage with the span of a WEEK?
The filming of Undying Love isn't incredibly complicated. The editing isn't that bad, either. Although we may or may not be Damien-less(although, if he came back and wanted to help, that would be sweet. I don't know why he would, since New York is awesome at Christmastime, but hey), I can do the editing if I obtain the software to do so. So that leaves this:
1) Get cameras.
2) Complete scripts in full.
3) Confirm a solid week in december, or sooner, to film.
4) Prepare wardrobe.
5) Contact Jack Black, when the "Fuck-Up Percentile" is below 1%.
For the first, we need to get creative. The second point I will have covered. The third is dependant on all of us. The fourth is more personal effort, and can be handled later. The last is for if we get our shit together in a timely fashion.
Undying Love supercedes the group blog project, but it has not been forgotten.
Wouldn't it be great to finish UL before next summer? Then we can work on something else, I can go to Otakon, and all will be sun and gumdrops.
. . . I'm going to Otakon anyway.
I finally got my first DVD set of "MEGAMAN: A HERO IS BORN!" My God, it's terrible! I couldn't be more pleased. It's hysterical, it's so bad. Best/worst of all, the storylines from the games are butchered. Apparently, Dr. Wily made Protoman instead of Dr. Light, and the original six robot masters were made by both Dr. Light (Gutsman, Iceman, Cutman) and Dr. Wily (Elecman, Bombman, Fireman). I guess the writers didn't even try to explain Light's practical reasons for creating a robot that throws bombs.
Current Mood: TIRED.
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Anyway, I've been thinking. Try not to act too surprised.
We have a well-written show, just aching to be filmed, and an impacient and sparingly available star willing to supply a chameo. Almost all of us have a full month off for Christmas. If we actually plan ahead, and people take it seriously enough to commit to it, is there any reason we can't shoot at LEAST the first episode within the span of just one WEEK of that time? We really need a day, but can't we manage with the span of a WEEK?
The filming of Undying Love isn't incredibly complicated. The editing isn't that bad, either. Although we may or may not be Damien-less(although, if he came back and wanted to help, that would be sweet. I don't know why he would, since New York is awesome at Christmastime, but hey), I can do the editing if I obtain the software to do so. So that leaves this:
1) Get cameras.
2) Complete scripts in full.
3) Confirm a solid week in december, or sooner, to film.
4) Prepare wardrobe.
5) Contact Jack Black, when the "Fuck-Up Percentile" is below 1%.
For the first, we need to get creative. The second point I will have covered. The third is dependant on all of us. The fourth is more personal effort, and can be handled later. The last is for if we get our shit together in a timely fashion.
Undying Love supercedes the group blog project, but it has not been forgotten.
Wouldn't it be great to finish UL before next summer? Then we can work on something else, I can go to Otakon, and all will be sun and gumdrops.
. . . I'm going to Otakon anyway.
I finally got my first DVD set of "MEGAMAN: A HERO IS BORN!" My God, it's terrible! I couldn't be more pleased. It's hysterical, it's so bad. Best/worst of all, the storylines from the games are butchered. Apparently, Dr. Wily made Protoman instead of Dr. Light, and the original six robot masters were made by both Dr. Light (Gutsman, Iceman, Cutman) and Dr. Wily (Elecman, Bombman, Fireman). I guess the writers didn't even try to explain Light's practical reasons for creating a robot that throws bombs.
Current Mood: TIRED.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
My line of the day:
"Of all the idiocy I have seen, none supercedes that of a college philosophy course."
I'm sorry, but some people just need to shut the fuck up. No, you don't get it, you don't sound intelligent, and you're wasting my time and air. Sit down.
I hate sounding arrogant, but my morals and philosophy are pretty advanced and well-defined. I get impacient at ignorance, and I guess I was expecting more from college folk.
Anyway, now that that's off my chest, my newest purchases:
Cowboy Bebop Box Set
Cowboy Bebop Movie: "Knockin' on Heaven's Door."
Sakabatou (Reverse-bladed Katana)
Cleaning supplies for aforementioned weapon.
Someone, please stop me. Money go bye-bye.
For some inexplicable reason, I feel compelled to find time to simply finish all the Undying Love Scripts, in full extended versions. I think my creativity is creeping back to me.
Current Mood: Shit! Math Exam!
Current Music: Karma Chameleon
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"Of all the idiocy I have seen, none supercedes that of a college philosophy course."
I'm sorry, but some people just need to shut the fuck up. No, you don't get it, you don't sound intelligent, and you're wasting my time and air. Sit down.
I hate sounding arrogant, but my morals and philosophy are pretty advanced and well-defined. I get impacient at ignorance, and I guess I was expecting more from college folk.
Anyway, now that that's off my chest, my newest purchases:
Cowboy Bebop Box Set
Cowboy Bebop Movie: "Knockin' on Heaven's Door."
Sakabatou (Reverse-bladed Katana)
Cleaning supplies for aforementioned weapon.
Someone, please stop me. Money go bye-bye.
For some inexplicable reason, I feel compelled to find time to simply finish all the Undying Love Scripts, in full extended versions. I think my creativity is creeping back to me.
Current Mood: Shit! Math Exam!
Current Music: Karma Chameleon
Monday, September 20, 2004
Argh! Curse ye, XP! Ye scurvy, scurvy sea biscut! I was unable to connect to the internet for a full day because of ye . . .
So anyway, yesterday was "National Talk-Like-a-Pirate Day," a very odd holiday indeed. Not because of the way it is celebrated, but the mysterious way it seems to move around the calendar. I could swear I last celebrated it at the END of the school year, not at the beginning. Silly Pirates, at least Ninja keep their dates straight.
So I spent a wonderfully painful weekend at home. Why painful? Well, it was my first visit after being in a college for a month, and there's something . . . unnatural about it. As soon as I got home, it was if my college life had all just been a small trip, and I was back home again. Then, SURPRISE! It's time to haul my sorry ass back. Emotional, to say the least.
I was honestly a bit displaced at the show and cast party. The large number of people produced a far from personal and intimate setting, but it was more than that. It was if I were looking in on a world I just wasn't a part of anymore, only that I haven't completely joined a new world yet. I'm stuck between plains of reality! Fear the plainswalker!
. . . Urza?
Anyway, my Clark mail is down . . . again . . . temporarilly, and there's a slight chance I'll lose all my emails. So, if you sent something, be patient and send again. Or, please feel free to email my gmail account (fallenangelzeon@gmail.com), including if you'd like an invitation to help beta test gmail. Hey, it's a full gig of memory, why delete ever again?
I have a memory stick now. I just brought that up because it's really cool.
Actual data you can collect in the GBA game "Megaman and Bass:" (pronounced Base)
"Dr. Thomas Light:
Good point:
Good Faith
Bad point:
Douchie"
Douchie?
Hahahahahaha! I love video games . . .
Current Mood: Unfocused . . . clearly.
Current Music: Autumn in Ganymede (Cowboy Bebop Blue)
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So anyway, yesterday was "National Talk-Like-a-Pirate Day," a very odd holiday indeed. Not because of the way it is celebrated, but the mysterious way it seems to move around the calendar. I could swear I last celebrated it at the END of the school year, not at the beginning. Silly Pirates, at least Ninja keep their dates straight.
So I spent a wonderfully painful weekend at home. Why painful? Well, it was my first visit after being in a college for a month, and there's something . . . unnatural about it. As soon as I got home, it was if my college life had all just been a small trip, and I was back home again. Then, SURPRISE! It's time to haul my sorry ass back. Emotional, to say the least.
I was honestly a bit displaced at the show and cast party. The large number of people produced a far from personal and intimate setting, but it was more than that. It was if I were looking in on a world I just wasn't a part of anymore, only that I haven't completely joined a new world yet. I'm stuck between plains of reality! Fear the plainswalker!
. . . Urza?
Anyway, my Clark mail is down . . . again . . . temporarilly, and there's a slight chance I'll lose all my emails. So, if you sent something, be patient and send again. Or, please feel free to email my gmail account (fallenangelzeon@gmail.com), including if you'd like an invitation to help beta test gmail. Hey, it's a full gig of memory, why delete ever again?
I have a memory stick now. I just brought that up because it's really cool.
Actual data you can collect in the GBA game "Megaman and Bass:" (pronounced Base)
"Dr. Thomas Light:
Good point:
Good Faith
Bad point:
Douchie"
Douchie?
Hahahahahaha! I love video games . . .
Current Mood: Unfocused . . . clearly.
Current Music: Autumn in Ganymede (Cowboy Bebop Blue)
Friday, September 17, 2004
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That makes me sad. Please feel free to flood my gmail account. fallenangelzeon@gmail.com
Gmail kicks ass, I may as well use it.
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That makes me sad. Please feel free to flood my gmail account. fallenangelzeon@gmail.com
Gmail kicks ass, I may as well use it.
Thursday, September 16, 2004
*Protoman whistle*
Hello, hello, children! It's me again, here to make a few statements for the press:
Twister is disturbingly fun . . . the disturbing aspect being the spontanious shedding of clothing.
It is also religious . . . because meditation rooms are ideal locations for a twister game. Just point the mats at Mecca.
More importantly, though, I will be returning home this weekend! It's been exactly one month (yesterday) since I left for college, and I think it's time I saw the shining faces of all the people I left behind. Some would say I'm living in the past . . . I say I hold onto the ties I form. So rest up, if you please, because Saturday night is not to be one for sleeping!
If you want a hug (or something else), be at the show on Saturday (with $100), because this is strictly a one night show! Well, unless you're a Sugrue or someone close by that wants to see me friday or sunday, but remember that I want time with my parents, too.
So, be ye prepared?
Current Mood: Meh.
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Hello, hello, children! It's me again, here to make a few statements for the press:
Twister is disturbingly fun . . . the disturbing aspect being the spontanious shedding of clothing.
It is also religious . . . because meditation rooms are ideal locations for a twister game. Just point the mats at Mecca.
More importantly, though, I will be returning home this weekend! It's been exactly one month (yesterday) since I left for college, and I think it's time I saw the shining faces of all the people I left behind. Some would say I'm living in the past . . . I say I hold onto the ties I form. So rest up, if you please, because Saturday night is not to be one for sleeping!
If you want a hug (or something else), be at the show on Saturday (with $100), because this is strictly a one night show! Well, unless you're a Sugrue or someone close by that wants to see me friday or sunday, but remember that I want time with my parents, too.
So, be ye prepared?
Current Mood: Meh.
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
The full story from (college) Jake:
JakeTwo671: A New Hope:
- 24'51" : twin sun effect has been renewed.
- 48'50" : Han Solo avoids Greedo's shot before shooting at him.
- 50'30" : Jabba effect renewed completely, in accordance with Episode 1.
- 71'30" and after : Death Star jail corridor is much deeper.
- 77' : the garbage monster has been improved.
- 82'10" : "Power" and "Tractor Beam" stencils have been replaced with Star Wars "foreign" signs.
JakeTwo671: Empire Strikes Back:
- 50'56" to 52'05" : Emperor's hologram has been reshot with Ian Mc Dairmid. A new dialog has been recorded and Palpatine informs Vader about Luke's real identity!
- 63'42", 87'18" & 98'39" : Boba Fett's dialog has been re-recorded by Temuera Morrison.
- 92'05" & 92"15 : Han Solo's black jacket has been erased, due to cut mistakes in the original movie.
- 101'40" : Luke's scream, which was added in the '97 Special Edition, has been removed again.
JakeTwo671: Return Of The Jedi:
- 24'44" and after : Edge transparency defects around the Rancor have been removed.
- 115'41" : Old Anakin's eyebrows have been erased and eyes are now blue, to fit with Hayden Christensen.
- 120'44" : Naboo has been added to Tatooine, Bespin, Coruscant and Endor victory celebration scenes.
- 120'58" & 121'03" : Senate & Jedi temple are now included in Coruscant panoramic view.
- 122'30" : As everyone knows already, Hayden appears as a ghost beside Yoda and old Obi-Wan at the end of the movie.
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JakeTwo671: A New Hope:
- 24'51" : twin sun effect has been renewed.
- 48'50" : Han Solo avoids Greedo's shot before shooting at him.
- 50'30" : Jabba effect renewed completely, in accordance with Episode 1.
- 71'30" and after : Death Star jail corridor is much deeper.
- 77' : the garbage monster has been improved.
- 82'10" : "Power" and "Tractor Beam" stencils have been replaced with Star Wars "foreign" signs.
JakeTwo671: Empire Strikes Back:
- 50'56" to 52'05" : Emperor's hologram has been reshot with Ian Mc Dairmid. A new dialog has been recorded and Palpatine informs Vader about Luke's real identity!
- 63'42", 87'18" & 98'39" : Boba Fett's dialog has been re-recorded by Temuera Morrison.
- 92'05" & 92"15 : Han Solo's black jacket has been erased, due to cut mistakes in the original movie.
- 101'40" : Luke's scream, which was added in the '97 Special Edition, has been removed again.
JakeTwo671: Return Of The Jedi:
- 24'44" and after : Edge transparency defects around the Rancor have been removed.
- 115'41" : Old Anakin's eyebrows have been erased and eyes are now blue, to fit with Hayden Christensen.
- 120'44" : Naboo has been added to Tatooine, Bespin, Coruscant and Endor victory celebration scenes.
- 120'58" & 121'03" : Senate & Jedi temple are now included in Coruscant panoramic view.
- 122'30" : As everyone knows already, Hayden appears as a ghost beside Yoda and old Obi-Wan at the end of the movie.
Monday, September 13, 2004
Ok, people, let's get down to business. There's no time for bullshit tonight. It's time for me to do what I came here to do. It's time to do the task the Blog of Zeon was originally created for. It's time for me to perform the least-respected form of all internet writing (save stupid acronyms. Rofl.)
It is time . . .
For me to rant.
GEORGE LUCAS SHOULD BE SHOT IN THE FACE!
I have the newest news . . . in the world of Star Wars. The "original" trilogy has finally been released on DVD. Hooray! There's just one small problem . . .
He edited them. A lot. George Lucas has made the following depraved, insulting changes to episodes 4, 5, and 6:
Anakin Skywalker's image in Return of the Jedi has been "digitally altered" to better match the actor used in the prequels. Wow. You're replacing actors now, to "better realize your artistic vision," eh, Lucas?
Jabba the Hutt has been remastered . . . again . . . to better match the prequels. What the crap?
And the greatest insult of all . . . the one that cuts me deepest and turns my blood cold with the silent fury of a thousand tragic battles . . .
Boba Fett's voice has been changed, so that it matches "Jango Fett" from episode two.
. . .
. . .
. . . can't . . .
. . . see . . . through . . .
. . . hate . . . .
YOU DO NOT FUCK WITH THE FETT! Boba Fett is so fucking awesome, he is the most popular Star Wars character around, despite the fact that he is barely seen on screen for more than a net total of five minutes. His voice KICKS ASS, you don't change him into a fucking Aussie for no reason! Wasn't "kid Boba" enough to destroy the coolest character in Star Wars?
When will it stop, Lucas? How low will you go? Adding creatures was one thing, but now you're REPLACING AND/OR MASKING YOUR ORIGINAL ACTORS IN ORDER TO MODERNIZE YOUR FILMS?!? FUCK OFF!
For God's sake, the worst thing of all is that Lucas claims this is part of accomplishing his "original artistic vision." If that's the case, Mr. Lucas, please answer this: Why is it you agreed to editing your prequels to maintain a PG rating that would ensure a wider audience to maximize income and profit? You're a whore, Lucas.
At least Speilburg released TWO versions when he butchered E.T.
Lucas refuses to release the original. "It isn't his vision."
If Lucas were dead, we could protect art from its own creator.
You may have the right to do this, Mr. Lucas, and certainly the legality, but you are still wrong. A father who believes "I put you into this world, therefore I own you and I can do what I want or take you out" will never garner respect from his child. In this way, Mr. Lucas, I officially state that you have no artistic integrity at all, and you have no right to call yourself a film maker. You are a butcher and a whore that once held a dream . . . but sold his soul to Satan.
End Rant.
So anyway, on a lighter note, I hit inspiration.
Behold the newest project to kill my writer's block:
ARMY OF DARKNESS: The Musical!
Written by Anthony Celi and Richard Sugrue.
It'll be awesome, just wait and see. You'll melt when you hear Ash's "Ode to my Remington," and other great hits.
That's all for now, expect a post in a few days, announcing my weekend return to jolly ole' South Hadley!
Current Mood: I'm George Washinton Christ.
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It is time . . .
For me to rant.
GEORGE LUCAS SHOULD BE SHOT IN THE FACE!
I have the newest news . . . in the world of Star Wars. The "original" trilogy has finally been released on DVD. Hooray! There's just one small problem . . .
He edited them. A lot. George Lucas has made the following depraved, insulting changes to episodes 4, 5, and 6:
Anakin Skywalker's image in Return of the Jedi has been "digitally altered" to better match the actor used in the prequels. Wow. You're replacing actors now, to "better realize your artistic vision," eh, Lucas?
Jabba the Hutt has been remastered . . . again . . . to better match the prequels. What the crap?
And the greatest insult of all . . . the one that cuts me deepest and turns my blood cold with the silent fury of a thousand tragic battles . . .
Boba Fett's voice has been changed, so that it matches "Jango Fett" from episode two.
. . .
. . .
. . . can't . . .
. . . see . . . through . . .
. . . hate . . . .
YOU DO NOT FUCK WITH THE FETT! Boba Fett is so fucking awesome, he is the most popular Star Wars character around, despite the fact that he is barely seen on screen for more than a net total of five minutes. His voice KICKS ASS, you don't change him into a fucking Aussie for no reason! Wasn't "kid Boba" enough to destroy the coolest character in Star Wars?
When will it stop, Lucas? How low will you go? Adding creatures was one thing, but now you're REPLACING AND/OR MASKING YOUR ORIGINAL ACTORS IN ORDER TO MODERNIZE YOUR FILMS?!? FUCK OFF!
For God's sake, the worst thing of all is that Lucas claims this is part of accomplishing his "original artistic vision." If that's the case, Mr. Lucas, please answer this: Why is it you agreed to editing your prequels to maintain a PG rating that would ensure a wider audience to maximize income and profit? You're a whore, Lucas.
At least Speilburg released TWO versions when he butchered E.T.
Lucas refuses to release the original. "It isn't his vision."
If Lucas were dead, we could protect art from its own creator.
You may have the right to do this, Mr. Lucas, and certainly the legality, but you are still wrong. A father who believes "I put you into this world, therefore I own you and I can do what I want or take you out" will never garner respect from his child. In this way, Mr. Lucas, I officially state that you have no artistic integrity at all, and you have no right to call yourself a film maker. You are a butcher and a whore that once held a dream . . . but sold his soul to Satan.
End Rant.
So anyway, on a lighter note, I hit inspiration.
Behold the newest project to kill my writer's block:
ARMY OF DARKNESS: The Musical!
Written by Anthony Celi and Richard Sugrue.
It'll be awesome, just wait and see. You'll melt when you hear Ash's "Ode to my Remington," and other great hits.
That's all for now, expect a post in a few days, announcing my weekend return to jolly ole' South Hadley!
Current Mood: I'm George Washinton Christ.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
Gone in Sixty Minutes
Listen closely, children, and I will tell the tale of the slowest theft in Clark's histroy.
Ok, there's a very large wooden spool on the Clark University Green. It's been there, abandoned, for a while now. So what else is there to do but steal it?
So Nick and I began rolling the massive thing back to Sanford, our dorm, on the other side of campus. Please picture in your mind the image of two young men slowly manuevering a very large wooden monstrosity up-hill towards the street. All was going well . . . until the cops pulled up.
Freeze. Both cars roll down their windows. Doors open. Three cops stand around us and ask questions. Was this our spool? Did it belong to us? Where were we taking it?
"That quad right over there."
Did we rent it? Did we but it? So, it WASN'T ours, was it?
As it turns out, it isn't Clark's either.
Someone left the spool there and never picked it up, leaving Clark to deal with the damn thing. The cop told us that we could take it where ever the hell we like, so long as it's off campus.
Wha?
So then we hit compromise. He guided us to leave the giant spool in front of the FIRE TRUCK ENTRANCE, and then radioed in that someone had left it there. Now, the physical plant would have no choice but to get off their asses and get rid of the thing immediately. It is a hazard, after all. So we skiddadled (spelling?), and the cops went on their merry way. Man, that was fun.
Ok, I'm off to a zombie movie party.
Current Mood: Cheery.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
If you still haven't yet, click here if you want me to love you.
Pray with me that the 16 Buttons of Justice television pilot is picked up by Cartoon Network, Comedy Central, or Spike TV. Pray, dammit!
I found two DVDS for sale of the original, God-awful Megaman animated series. I'm so buying them.
This post is awful, yes, so to make up for it, I prepared something special . . .
*runs away*
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Pray with me that the 16 Buttons of Justice television pilot is picked up by Cartoon Network, Comedy Central, or Spike TV. Pray, dammit!
I found two DVDS for sale of the original, God-awful Megaman animated series. I'm so buying them.
This post is awful, yes, so to make up for it, I prepared something special . . .
*runs away*
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Hello out there in blogger land! It is I, the legendary Zeon, back again to fill your minds with absolute nonsense. Where have I been? What's been going on? Why isn't grandpa moving? I have all your answers and more; but first, a word from our sponsors:
Ok, so I've had a REALLY rough week. Real rough. Rough like doberman sex. Seriously, it's been a trying adjustement period.
For one, I have been sleeping and eating at a terrible pace. I actually got a little pale around monday and decided to try to shape up. Naturally, I've been failing horribly at the sleeping, but I have been eating.
Despite my being run-down, I auditioned for the "PeaPod Squad," Clark's improv group. I thought that I did poorly, but apparently I was good enough to make the call back list, I'll be off to audition again.
Sadly, there is only one slot, maybe two, available. I dislike this greatly, as several of the existing members aren't all that funny. Some of my fellow freshman that did not make callbacks want to make their own improv group. I have mixed feelings on this, because as nice as they are, many of the people behind this idea are terrible at improv, but think they're completely and indusputably awesome. I'm more in favor of playing the improv games privately at parties, where failure isn't as embarrassing.
I'm also going to audition for the musical. Why not? Even if I can't sing, it's worth a shot. Auditions are fun anyway.
Anyone want some more entries from my journal? Well too bad, because here they are, from my weeks at Clark Trek and Clark:
(8-17-04, 6:15 PM)
"Does confidence truly exist if it is circumstantial? If strength is communal, can one lay claim to it? One becomes confident through comfort; as people and objects become familiar, the boundaries and levels or acceptance accompanying them become cleary defined.
. . . Does that make strength and illusion?
Confidence?"
If this doesn't tell you, I was having a pretty lousy time during the first . . . three quarters of Clark Trek. Things did perk up though, they really did! Sady, it seems like I never bother to write in this silly journal when I'm at the highest spirits:
(8-28-04, 7:15 PM)
"The twin-edged sword of solitude acts as both adversary and ally to the hungry soul. It is a blessed curse that addresses both potential and insecurity. In excess, it is the catalyst of madness. Depreciated, it is the sole cause of an even greater and darker insanity."
And then, a random poem:
"Dearest Father,
Will you ever see what I can see?
Can you not comprehend;
Or do you see it more clearly than I ever could?
A man should walk the Earth
One thousand times at least,
And see all that rests in wait
Behind the clos'ed curtain's gate.
He should learn all that he may,
Yet look upon each and every mystery,
Conquered and unsolved,
As if he had a child's eyes.
But such a man would be a god.
The mind of a Sage
The heart of a Saint and
The eyes of a Child
Will, by Man's grace
This world lead."
Yeah, I was tired. Shut up.
(09-01-04, 7:30 PM)
"Pain of the heart is so personal, it cannot be understood by others, who become so frustrated and angry at the sight of suffering. Time becomes excessively relative; concern becomes intolerant insensitivity. Two unyielding forces, both of equal validity, wound one another to further the goal of healing. With no intention other than love, friends breed pain. To prosper, friendship must survive the destructive nature of love."
That's all she wrote . . . err, HE wrote. Stop looking at me like that!
So things drag on steadily. Anyone interested in making some crazy anime costumes with me? Anyone? Come on! What do you mean, why? Don't ask questions, join me!
See you next time, same Zeon time, same Zeon channel!
Current Mood: Zippy dwa!
Current Music: Dananana! Super Fighting Robot . . .
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Ok, so I've had a REALLY rough week. Real rough. Rough like doberman sex. Seriously, it's been a trying adjustement period.
For one, I have been sleeping and eating at a terrible pace. I actually got a little pale around monday and decided to try to shape up. Naturally, I've been failing horribly at the sleeping, but I have been eating.
Despite my being run-down, I auditioned for the "PeaPod Squad," Clark's improv group. I thought that I did poorly, but apparently I was good enough to make the call back list, I'll be off to audition again.
Sadly, there is only one slot, maybe two, available. I dislike this greatly, as several of the existing members aren't all that funny. Some of my fellow freshman that did not make callbacks want to make their own improv group. I have mixed feelings on this, because as nice as they are, many of the people behind this idea are terrible at improv, but think they're completely and indusputably awesome. I'm more in favor of playing the improv games privately at parties, where failure isn't as embarrassing.
I'm also going to audition for the musical. Why not? Even if I can't sing, it's worth a shot. Auditions are fun anyway.
Anyone want some more entries from my journal? Well too bad, because here they are, from my weeks at Clark Trek and Clark:
(8-17-04, 6:15 PM)
"Does confidence truly exist if it is circumstantial? If strength is communal, can one lay claim to it? One becomes confident through comfort; as people and objects become familiar, the boundaries and levels or acceptance accompanying them become cleary defined.
. . . Does that make strength and illusion?
Confidence?"
If this doesn't tell you, I was having a pretty lousy time during the first . . . three quarters of Clark Trek. Things did perk up though, they really did! Sady, it seems like I never bother to write in this silly journal when I'm at the highest spirits:
(8-28-04, 7:15 PM)
"The twin-edged sword of solitude acts as both adversary and ally to the hungry soul. It is a blessed curse that addresses both potential and insecurity. In excess, it is the catalyst of madness. Depreciated, it is the sole cause of an even greater and darker insanity."
And then, a random poem:
"Dearest Father,
Will you ever see what I can see?
Can you not comprehend;
Or do you see it more clearly than I ever could?
A man should walk the Earth
One thousand times at least,
And see all that rests in wait
Behind the clos'ed curtain's gate.
He should learn all that he may,
Yet look upon each and every mystery,
Conquered and unsolved,
As if he had a child's eyes.
But such a man would be a god.
The mind of a Sage
The heart of a Saint and
The eyes of a Child
Will, by Man's grace
This world lead."
Yeah, I was tired. Shut up.
(09-01-04, 7:30 PM)
"Pain of the heart is so personal, it cannot be understood by others, who become so frustrated and angry at the sight of suffering. Time becomes excessively relative; concern becomes intolerant insensitivity. Two unyielding forces, both of equal validity, wound one another to further the goal of healing. With no intention other than love, friends breed pain. To prosper, friendship must survive the destructive nature of love."
That's all she wrote . . . err, HE wrote. Stop looking at me like that!
So things drag on steadily. Anyone interested in making some crazy anime costumes with me? Anyone? Come on! What do you mean, why? Don't ask questions, join me!
See you next time, same Zeon time, same Zeon channel!
Current Mood: Zippy dwa!
Current Music: Dananana! Super Fighting Robot . . .
Monday, September 06, 2004
"It's time to cut the bullshit.
It's time to cut the bullshit, in half!"
Ok, my proposed group blog:
Title: Long Hair and Short Attention Spans
Address: completenonsense.blogspot.com
Members: Rich, Myself, Caitlin, EJ, Sam, Steve if interested (Trying to keep it small and silly)
The more suggestions/approvals I could get the better. I'd like to start designing the page.
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It's time to cut the bullshit, in half!"
Ok, my proposed group blog:
Title: Long Hair and Short Attention Spans
Address: completenonsense.blogspot.com
Members: Rich, Myself, Caitlin, EJ, Sam, Steve if interested (Trying to keep it small and silly)
The more suggestions/approvals I could get the better. I'd like to start designing the page.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
I love visitors!
Caitlin and Richard, AKA Cait and Rich, AKA Catalina and Ricardo Sanchez, AKA those two . . . came to visit me yestertoday! We went to Applebee's with my college buddy Phil, and then we watched a movie and . . . did not sleep. Well, I got to sleep at 6:30 this morning, but you know how it is. Another completely wasted day on the computer. So, I'm tired and bored.
This is a shitty post, eh?
Oh well, with a little brainstorm I had inside of Applebee's, I bring you the thought of the day:
Current Mood: I AM MEGAMAN!
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Caitlin and Richard, AKA Cait and Rich, AKA Catalina and Ricardo Sanchez, AKA those two . . . came to visit me yestertoday! We went to Applebee's with my college buddy Phil, and then we watched a movie and . . . did not sleep. Well, I got to sleep at 6:30 this morning, but you know how it is. Another completely wasted day on the computer. So, I'm tired and bored.
This is a shitty post, eh?
Oh well, with a little brainstorm I had inside of Applebee's, I bring you the thought of the day:
Current Mood: I AM MEGAMAN!
Saturday, September 04, 2004
My dear lord . . . I've managed to waste an entire day. Or have I? Beating Megaman Zero and Megaman Zero 2 in a span of 10 hours is something to be proud of . . . in certain circles. In other circles, waking up at noon to talk to your mom on the phone until one and playing video games until a late dinner is a little . . . sad. Choose whichever you like, because I'm still going strong.
My classes are going very well indeed, and I'm ahead of schedule on all of my work. All that need be decided now is HOW TO WASTE MONEY!
So, I need some help from loving viewers on this one. Should I buy a totally bitchin' katana, or a totally bitchin' jacket? It's tough to decide. Both are bitchin'.
Go watch Waterman!
Current Mood: bleh.
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My classes are going very well indeed, and I'm ahead of schedule on all of my work. All that need be decided now is HOW TO WASTE MONEY!
So, I need some help from loving viewers on this one. Should I buy a totally bitchin' katana, or a totally bitchin' jacket? It's tough to decide. Both are bitchin'.
Go watch Waterman!
Current Mood: bleh.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Possibly my greatest strength and greatest weakness in college is my lack of routine. Everything I do is pretty spontanious, which is a habbit I may have to break later on. For now, however, I'm very happy living this freely.
There is, apparently, a marital arts dojo near the school. Supposedly, kendo (oriental fencing) is offered there. I think I'd like to persue that next semester.
I'm doing well in college, but I still don't quite feel my old self. The lack of hugs or the severe writer's block I've had since I've gotten here could be to blame, as could my odd eating and exercise habbits. I really should exercise, because I need the happy endorphins, but it feels very awkward to work out with other people that aren't friends.
I really miss my nephew; I would have liked to have seen him before I left.
Newgrounds recommendation:
Run a search for the episodes of the "Waterman" series. It is by far the best flash series I have seen yet. Watch it; you will instantly be reminded of Family Guy.
Current Mood: Aloof.
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There is, apparently, a marital arts dojo near the school. Supposedly, kendo (oriental fencing) is offered there. I think I'd like to persue that next semester.
I'm doing well in college, but I still don't quite feel my old self. The lack of hugs or the severe writer's block I've had since I've gotten here could be to blame, as could my odd eating and exercise habbits. I really should exercise, because I need the happy endorphins, but it feels very awkward to work out with other people that aren't friends.
I really miss my nephew; I would have liked to have seen him before I left.
Newgrounds recommendation:
Run a search for the episodes of the "Waterman" series. It is by far the best flash series I have seen yet. Watch it; you will instantly be reminded of Family Guy.
Current Mood: Aloof.
