Friday, September 30, 2005
Just in Case
In case my lunch of ramen and a Red Bull makes my heart pop, I just wanted to let you guys know that it's been swell.
Blah blah blah...
What is up with Fridays? If you recall from last week's post, I had a butt baby with no understanding of patience. This Friday was no different...only this one got violent. I think I'm bruised. That's kinda gross, actually...well, Fuzzy will like it.
Unfortunately, I had no Safety Dance to accompany me this time. On a related note, Jeff Goldblum was no longer there! Some jerk destroyed him. This made my bathroom experience a very lonely one. Oh, Mr. Goldblum...where have your freakishly extended eyes gone off to? Guess it's time to print another.
Remember back in the day when I used to attempt to put some sort of angle on this blog? Well, I think I've given up on that...I like the randomness. But MAN...this kind of crap has to be boring. This one's short, too, so I'm probably at the end of the line as far as it goes for rambling. For today, anyway. Perhaps next time, we'll have a little post that is a bit more...umm...not pointless. Next time may not be until Sunday, though. Tough it out.
Unfortunately, I had no Safety Dance to accompany me this time. On a related note, Jeff Goldblum was no longer there! Some jerk destroyed him. This made my bathroom experience a very lonely one. Oh, Mr. Goldblum...where have your freakishly extended eyes gone off to? Guess it's time to print another.
Remember back in the day when I used to attempt to put some sort of angle on this blog? Well, I think I've given up on that...I like the randomness. But MAN...this kind of crap has to be boring. This one's short, too, so I'm probably at the end of the line as far as it goes for rambling. For today, anyway. Perhaps next time, we'll have a little post that is a bit more...umm...not pointless. Next time may not be until Sunday, though. Tough it out.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
You Taste Like Sunshine Dust
It sits there...laughing. Out there somewhere, sits a Sega Saturn. It's laughing...and gloating...it says "HAHA! You'll never get me! I'm far too elusive!" But Mr. Saturn (whoa, Earthbound) would be incorrect. For I see him...sitting on the eBay page. His cackles ring out. Man, if I could just bring myself to buy one.
So, as you can see I'm still wanting a Saturn. Soon, it shall happen...in the meantime, I've decided I should probably play Sonic Gems Collection. It's a nifty little Gamecube game, and a must for Sonic fans. It includes the Arcade game Sonic the Fighters, Sega Saturn's Sonic R, and Sega CD's Sonic CD. Oh, and as a little bonus you can unlock some old Game Gear games (the entire GG Sonic library, I think) and Vectorman and it's sequel. But oh, don't give us Streets of Rage like the Japanese version...we wouldn't want it anyway.
Every once in a while, you'll come across something so amazing on the Internets that it defies all attempts to define it. For example, you had Arfenhouse Too on Newgrounds. Well, I've stumbled across another Internet marvel, which is actually about a year old. It's called Salad Fingers, and is a deranged creation of David Firth. Be sure to check out all six episodes! Episode 2 is probably my personal favorite. While you're at it, check out some of his other stuff...Burnt Face man is good, and much less deranged than the other stuff.
Anyway, I don't have much else to inform the world of. No wacky dreams that I can remember well enough to write about. Mmm...when I get home, I think Green Lantern: Recharge will be waiting for me. That should be great times. Well, I'll be sure to let you poozers know what's going on later.
*BAMF!*
So, as you can see I'm still wanting a Saturn. Soon, it shall happen...in the meantime, I've decided I should probably play Sonic Gems Collection. It's a nifty little Gamecube game, and a must for Sonic fans. It includes the Arcade game Sonic the Fighters, Sega Saturn's Sonic R, and Sega CD's Sonic CD. Oh, and as a little bonus you can unlock some old Game Gear games (the entire GG Sonic library, I think) and Vectorman and it's sequel. But oh, don't give us Streets of Rage like the Japanese version...we wouldn't want it anyway.
Every once in a while, you'll come across something so amazing on the Internets that it defies all attempts to define it. For example, you had Arfenhouse Too on Newgrounds. Well, I've stumbled across another Internet marvel, which is actually about a year old. It's called Salad Fingers, and is a deranged creation of David Firth. Be sure to check out all six episodes! Episode 2 is probably my personal favorite. While you're at it, check out some of his other stuff...Burnt Face man is good, and much less deranged than the other stuff.
Anyway, I don't have much else to inform the world of. No wacky dreams that I can remember well enough to write about. Mmm...when I get home, I think Green Lantern: Recharge will be waiting for me. That should be great times. Well, I'll be sure to let you poozers know what's going on later.
*BAMF!*
Monday, September 26, 2005
2798
That's how many songs I now have in my iTunes library after my mass reorganization and purging/additions. Of course, it's not quite over...there's still some VGMix music to organize. A 75 song playlist is just too large. As I was speaking with Joey he revealed to me that he absolutely loves messing with his big mass o' music. I can see where he's coming from...I felt like MUSIC GOD! And for my next trick, I'll convert these m4a's to mp3's! HOOAH!
And for today's effed up dream...Mr. Drake and the Groundhogs. This was one of those dreams where thousands of things go on, but you don't really remember them when you wake up. The highlight was a bus ride (to where? I dunno) featuring none other than Mr. Stevie Drake. Anyway, I was sitting at about the halfway mark on the bus and it was quite crowded. One person yelled out that they saw a groundhog and then proceeded to tell Mr. Drake. Of course, in the dream it was well known that King Steve would snap at the mention of groundhogs. And so he did...something to effect of "I'll get my flashlight and beat them to death!!!" Then he was offered some gum...and he slooooowly bit into the corner eliciting a lot of "ohhhhs!" from the bus. I guess it was really odd for Mr. Drake to chew gum. After the initial nibble he quickly downed the thing and started yelling. Yep. The only other part I remember is being in Kellie's class with Tyler and Sarah. The good ol' days...
This weekend was great...my lovely Pecan Pie came up like she does every other weekend. We managed to traverse the great expanse that is Muncie and came upon a lot of great little shops. Well, great is the wrong word...and there were only like 2. The comic shop looked great, but alas it was closed.
Y'know, Toys R (pretend it's backwards) Us is a great place...that holds a LOT of memories for me, and I've always been fond of the store...who knows why? Maybe because my first Sega Saturn, Nintendo 64, and Sega Dreamcast memories were there? Or maybe because my odd Mega Man figures from the mid 90's came from there? Who knows...it shall forever be a mystery. But I bet it has something to do with the old hanging Caped Mario they had when I was a kid.
Another store Jen and I went to was a place called Live in the Now. Kind of a misnomer considering they deal in used music, movies, and games. Anyway, they had some Sega Saturn games and that reignited an old passion of mine...THE QUEST FOR A SEGA SATURN! Y'see, I couldn't fathom owning a 3D system when the Saturn first came out...I could only drool all over the spiffy 3D controller at Media Play and Toys R Us. I absolutely loved playing NiGHTS, Panzer Dragoon, and Sonic R...I never even got the chance to play Sonic Jam, but I'd give certain body parts away just to own it and the Saturn.
"Well, gee Corey...why don't you check eBay?"
I have. And I've made many many false starts on the mission to buy one. I'm going to...maybe. They're getting more and more expensive, though...well, we'll see. Some day a Sega Saturn will grace my collection of Heavens (or consoles, whatever you want to call them)...until then...I'll be very happy with my current systems.
Well, I told myself I would BLOG TO THE FINISH! And so I have. Yep, this is an adequate length of a post, I'd say.
*BAMF!*
And for today's effed up dream...Mr. Drake and the Groundhogs. This was one of those dreams where thousands of things go on, but you don't really remember them when you wake up. The highlight was a bus ride (to where? I dunno) featuring none other than Mr. Stevie Drake. Anyway, I was sitting at about the halfway mark on the bus and it was quite crowded. One person yelled out that they saw a groundhog and then proceeded to tell Mr. Drake. Of course, in the dream it was well known that King Steve would snap at the mention of groundhogs. And so he did...something to effect of "I'll get my flashlight and beat them to death!!!" Then he was offered some gum...and he slooooowly bit into the corner eliciting a lot of "ohhhhs!" from the bus. I guess it was really odd for Mr. Drake to chew gum. After the initial nibble he quickly downed the thing and started yelling. Yep. The only other part I remember is being in Kellie's class with Tyler and Sarah. The good ol' days...
This weekend was great...my lovely Pecan Pie came up like she does every other weekend. We managed to traverse the great expanse that is Muncie and came upon a lot of great little shops. Well, great is the wrong word...and there were only like 2. The comic shop looked great, but alas it was closed.
Y'know, Toys R (pretend it's backwards) Us is a great place...that holds a LOT of memories for me, and I've always been fond of the store...who knows why? Maybe because my first Sega Saturn, Nintendo 64, and Sega Dreamcast memories were there? Or maybe because my odd Mega Man figures from the mid 90's came from there? Who knows...it shall forever be a mystery. But I bet it has something to do with the old hanging Caped Mario they had when I was a kid.
Another store Jen and I went to was a place called Live in the Now. Kind of a misnomer considering they deal in used music, movies, and games. Anyway, they had some Sega Saturn games and that reignited an old passion of mine...THE QUEST FOR A SEGA SATURN! Y'see, I couldn't fathom owning a 3D system when the Saturn first came out...I could only drool all over the spiffy 3D controller at Media Play and Toys R Us. I absolutely loved playing NiGHTS, Panzer Dragoon, and Sonic R...I never even got the chance to play Sonic Jam, but I'd give certain body parts away just to own it and the Saturn.
"Well, gee Corey...why don't you check eBay?"
I have. And I've made many many false starts on the mission to buy one. I'm going to...maybe. They're getting more and more expensive, though...well, we'll see. Some day a Sega Saturn will grace my collection of Heavens (or consoles, whatever you want to call them)...until then...I'll be very happy with my current systems.
Well, I told myself I would BLOG TO THE FINISH! And so I have. Yep, this is an adequate length of a post, I'd say.
*BAMF!*
Friday, September 23, 2005
The Safety Dance
Don't you hate those early morning poop urges? I'm like "Hold on, man! We're just getting started...let's take this one item at a time." At least they don't clean the bathrooms until 10:45. On the plus side, Jeff Goldblum is still hanging in there and somebody decided to provide music to my pooping experience by blaring The Safety Dance. What a great song...
Another night, another effed up dream. So I see this creepy-looking red-headed lady walking down the street. For some reason or another I decided to go talk to her and ask if I can help her with anything. She says sure...and we cross some train tracks to get to her building. And by cross I mean we have to time our jumps from platform to platform and avoid getting smashed. Pretty much like Frogger. Anyway, we make it across and we come up to her room which is about the size of a walk-in closet. And she starts laughing and tells me that "She can't wait to have kids, so she can beat them." She just kept telling me how crazy she was...needless to say, I got out of there pretty quickly. Back across the treacherous rails and suddenly I'm in a car with my lovely Jennifer. We're driving around what looks to be Greenwood, IN. She starts staring out at the window, which wasn't a good thing as there's a line of stationary traffic dead ahead. I guess we skidded into a car and died or something, because it was at that point I awoke to thunder. That was something.
Man, as long as I keep dropping acid having these wacky dreams, I should have loads of content to ramble on about. Maybe some day I'll get to those videogame-related posts.
Another night, another effed up dream. So I see this creepy-looking red-headed lady walking down the street. For some reason or another I decided to go talk to her and ask if I can help her with anything. She says sure...and we cross some train tracks to get to her building. And by cross I mean we have to time our jumps from platform to platform and avoid getting smashed. Pretty much like Frogger. Anyway, we make it across and we come up to her room which is about the size of a walk-in closet. And she starts laughing and tells me that "She can't wait to have kids, so she can beat them." She just kept telling me how crazy she was...needless to say, I got out of there pretty quickly. Back across the treacherous rails and suddenly I'm in a car with my lovely Jennifer. We're driving around what looks to be Greenwood, IN. She starts staring out at the window, which wasn't a good thing as there's a line of stationary traffic dead ahead. I guess we skidded into a car and died or something, because it was at that point I awoke to thunder. That was something.
Man, as long as I keep dropping acid having these wacky dreams, I should have loads of content to ramble on about. Maybe some day I'll get to those videogame-related posts.
You Order Chinee Food?
Okay, I lied about the whole underrated game thing. Not this time, pal. But before I get into my videogame-related nostalgic ramblings, lemme tell you about my dream from last night. Now I know...what does this have to do with anything? Everything. Trust me, man...just trust me.
So it began as a regular little walk to Japanese class from my dorm room. I noticed it was rather cloudy and of course, it began to rain. "Dear me," says I, "I'd best get my parasol from my room." I make a quick run over to my residence hall. Well, it would've been quick had I decided to go back the way I came and not taken a completely different course and gone AROUND the stinkin' place. After skillfully evading puddles and mudflows, I come upon my roommate. We share a quick word and I'm off again. Who should I meet, but Jason Donald Clark a good friend of mine. Turns out he lives in my residence hall, too! We find an exit that's sure to take us straight to my room - it doesn't. It leads us to a stairwell where we can JUST make out the image of Tyler Wilhelm Orem of Notre Dame fame. Jason and I take a quick duck into the room only to find that we made a poor choice. For you see, this room was an inverted gravity room and we fell to the ceiling, if you can imagine that. We felt like morons and left the room in search of...something. We wound up in sort of testing room...I don't know. All I know is that I became hungry so we left for food. Where LaFollette Complex used to be (which is a complex across from mine) was a basement that reminded me of a flee market and a Japanese grocery store all in one. And in the corner they had a grill and some sausage and egg. The chefs claimed there were no such food items and thus the dream ended. How about that? And I never got my umbrella.
That's all for now. If you carefully analyze the above dream, I bet you'll find a lot of hints at how to build a better love life. That, or you'll realize that Jason pulled a Jim Casey and is actually a Jesus figure in the above tale. That's what I learned from English - that every story is about a Christ figure and some other completely random theme about oppression. Until next time.
BOW TO FUMAN!
Up next...it doesn't really matter because I'd probably just post something completely different just to keep you all on your toes. All 3 of you that read this.
So it began as a regular little walk to Japanese class from my dorm room. I noticed it was rather cloudy and of course, it began to rain. "Dear me," says I, "I'd best get my parasol from my room." I make a quick run over to my residence hall. Well, it would've been quick had I decided to go back the way I came and not taken a completely different course and gone AROUND the stinkin' place. After skillfully evading puddles and mudflows, I come upon my roommate. We share a quick word and I'm off again. Who should I meet, but Jason Donald Clark a good friend of mine. Turns out he lives in my residence hall, too! We find an exit that's sure to take us straight to my room - it doesn't. It leads us to a stairwell where we can JUST make out the image of Tyler Wilhelm Orem of Notre Dame fame. Jason and I take a quick duck into the room only to find that we made a poor choice. For you see, this room was an inverted gravity room and we fell to the ceiling, if you can imagine that. We felt like morons and left the room in search of...something. We wound up in sort of testing room...I don't know. All I know is that I became hungry so we left for food. Where LaFollette Complex used to be (which is a complex across from mine) was a basement that reminded me of a flee market and a Japanese grocery store all in one. And in the corner they had a grill and some sausage and egg. The chefs claimed there were no such food items and thus the dream ended. How about that? And I never got my umbrella.
That's all for now. If you carefully analyze the above dream, I bet you'll find a lot of hints at how to build a better love life. That, or you'll realize that Jason pulled a Jim Casey and is actually a Jesus figure in the above tale. That's what I learned from English - that every story is about a Christ figure and some other completely random theme about oppression. Until next time.
BOW TO FUMAN!
Up next...it doesn't really matter because I'd probably just post something completely different just to keep you all on your toes. All 3 of you that read this.
See You Space Cowboy...
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Bush, search party of 3...
Man, I'm tired. It just came over me as I put forth an extreme effort to think of a title for this post. Thank you, Mr. Hedberg for providing me with such a nice title. Now, how to tie it in with my post? Umm...I went to Friday's last Saturday with my Pecan Pie and got the Jack Daniel's Sesame Chicken Strips. Them babies are GOOOOOOD.
Today was something...had a spot of homework here and there. I really think I lucked out and got easy classes this semester...it's a lot of reading, but that's about it. Had a nice time over at Jason and Matt's place. We reminisced about the good ol' times at Kasey's house.
"Hey, Jason...it's that girl's daddy!"
It got me thinking how those were probably THE best times I've ever had with friends. From Chris putting plastic bags on his head while riding down the interstate to Gordo's random comments regarding bratwurst, "shit we don't need to be doin'," and snow in the middle of summer. Those were great times...thanks to Kasey, Chris, Jason, Matt, and others for that crazy stuff. Hopefully many more shenanigans will come to fruition later.
Today was a nostalgic day. Not just the friends stuff, either. I really longed for sitting in my room on Counselor Row, playing Final Fantasy Tactics or Turok in the summer. Every once in a while screams would tear from Blaire's house (see link at side) as a game of Soccer Ball started. Those were good days...y'know it's really weird what sticks in your mind. I could list off thousands upon thousands of random moments that just strike me as special...of course, not many others would quite understand. That's okay, though - we all have our own unique memories.
Well, I typed and I typed about random crap that maybe 3 people will care about. I really hope I can start typing stuff of worth. For now, though, it feels good to just let my thoughts out. And I like to see that hit counter rise. Oh yeah.
BRAIN FLASH!!! or...storm...or whatever. Next time...it's gonna be about underrated games. Oh, and earlier today I made my first icon with Photoshop and Iconbuilder. BOW TO FUMAN!
Today was something...had a spot of homework here and there. I really think I lucked out and got easy classes this semester...it's a lot of reading, but that's about it. Had a nice time over at Jason and Matt's place. We reminisced about the good ol' times at Kasey's house.
"Hey, Jason...it's that girl's daddy!"
It got me thinking how those were probably THE best times I've ever had with friends. From Chris putting plastic bags on his head while riding down the interstate to Gordo's random comments regarding bratwurst, "shit we don't need to be doin'," and snow in the middle of summer. Those were great times...thanks to Kasey, Chris, Jason, Matt, and others for that crazy stuff. Hopefully many more shenanigans will come to fruition later.
Today was a nostalgic day. Not just the friends stuff, either. I really longed for sitting in my room on Counselor Row, playing Final Fantasy Tactics or Turok in the summer. Every once in a while screams would tear from Blaire's house (see link at side) as a game of Soccer Ball started. Those were good days...y'know it's really weird what sticks in your mind. I could list off thousands upon thousands of random moments that just strike me as special...of course, not many others would quite understand. That's okay, though - we all have our own unique memories.
Well, I typed and I typed about random crap that maybe 3 people will care about. I really hope I can start typing stuff of worth. For now, though, it feels good to just let my thoughts out. And I like to see that hit counter rise. Oh yeah.
BRAIN FLASH!!! or...storm...or whatever. Next time...it's gonna be about underrated games. Oh, and earlier today I made my first icon with Photoshop and Iconbuilder. BOW TO FUMAN!
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Bow to Robo Conan!
I've neglected to inform you all that in my blog hibernation I acquired a nifty little iMac G5. And this thing whoops serious butt! For all of you Windows people...give the ol' Apple a try - you may like it! Of course, with all the power I have at my hands I could do all sorts of things...but I made that guy up there. Yep. Photoshop is my friend.
Update on the Cue Monkey situation. My lovely girlfriend has ok'd the name of Cue Monkey, HOWEVER...she doesn't want to have kids, so we can seXXorz all the time. Speaking of Jen, I get to see her tomorrow! Things are good...
Psychology is an interesting class...from what I hear most psychology 100 classes here at Ball State are pretty much bs classes. As luck would have it, mine - Professor Holtz's - is the one that actually counts as a class. So of course I'm fretting a bit over the exam I have today wondering what devious ploys Ron White (a name given to him because he looks and kind of acts like Mr. White) could throw in my way...and lo and behold I took the hour exam in 15 minutes with a 96%. WHAT!? Curse you, you vile trickster! Curse you...meh, at least I got a good grade on my first college exam.
UPDATE: I guess the rest of the class didn't so well. We were given an extra point, bringing it up to 98%. Ohhhhh yeah.
While we're on the subject of college professors, how about I ramble on about mine? I actually got lucky and I like all of my professors. My fellow classmates are another story, however.
First up, the above mentioned Holtz/White - he even does that trembling mouth thing that Ron White does while letting anticipation build for the punchline.
Prof. Richard Neel - he always shows up in black jeans, a random band t-shirt (the Stones, Cure, what have you), black leather vest, and black beret-like hat. He often strokes his long white beard while telling us the joys of free love and free thought. This guy is GREAT.
Prof. Sadatoshi Tomizawa - Japanese Mike Myers. Well, not quite. But he looks like Myers in that one SNL skit with Chris Farley and the Japanese game show. And he has some thing for telling us about Japanese beer. An awesome little guy.
There's another, but I really don't feel like typing. As if this hadn't gone on long enough...
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Cue Monkey
Okay, I decided a week or two ago that Ball State made me poop. I have since changed my position - it gives me wacky dreams. A couple of nights ago, I had a very long complicated dream. I won't go into the details, so let's just say it involved a ballet/play with fish puns that made no sense and a guy with a large blonde beard walking in downtown Shelbyville in naught but a towel and a yellow shower cap. Explain that to me. Anyway, the culmination of the dream was in a car lot. A Chik-fil-a minivan drove by chock full of people eating waffle fries and chicken nuggets. And as I turned from the van I came upon Penn and Teller who happened to be selling cars. I struck up a conversation with them and asked Penn if his daughter was really named Moxie Crimefighter. In case you didn't know, his daughter really IS named Moxie Crimefighter. We had a good laugh and then he spoke to me...he told me I should name my child Cue Monkey. Cue. Monkey. Well assuming I ever have little ones, I've already got the name picked out. After all, who would argue with Penn?
Monday, September 12, 2005
5 Months and 1 Day
That's now long it's been since I've posted on this guy. I think I should start doing this again...yeah, I'm pretty sure I should. So to start off the "rebirth" of sorts I'm going to post a list of things which are wicked awesome. And if you don't think they are, too bad...they just are.
Final Fantasy Tactics, the Tick, Green Lantern, Jones Soda, Rush, Chicago (the band), Barenaked Ladies (the band), Sonic the Hedgehog, sRPGs, videogames in general, pirates, iPods, spheres, Diet Pepsi Vanilla, Star Wars, jerky, Chocolate Mini Peaks (at Wal*Mart - next to the Little Debbie snacks), Trogdor, comic books, superhero outfits, Redwall, fire, Photoshop, illegal downloading, Japan, Irish accents, Conan O'Brien.
But anyway...this guy's coming back to life. Tomorrow. Or whenever.
Final Fantasy Tactics, the Tick, Green Lantern, Jones Soda, Rush, Chicago (the band), Barenaked Ladies (the band), Sonic the Hedgehog, sRPGs, videogames in general, pirates, iPods, spheres, Diet Pepsi Vanilla, Star Wars, jerky, Chocolate Mini Peaks (at Wal*Mart - next to the Little Debbie snacks), Trogdor, comic books, superhero outfits, Redwall, fire, Photoshop, illegal downloading, Japan, Irish accents, Conan O'Brien.
But anyway...this guy's coming back to life. Tomorrow. Or whenever.
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