mancomb seepgood

"Ohhhh there's a monkey in my pocket and he's stealing all my change!
His stare is blank and glassy and I suspect that he's deranged!"

Holy crap! Conan's "Skanks for the Mammaries." Genius, that man.

Hey, my blog reads have gone up. Hellz yeah!

This makes me incredibly happy.

I think it's about time for some meaningful, deep blog entries. Later. For now, go rent The Guru. Excellent movie.

say it isn't so

It seems Kid Rock and Pamela Anderson are calling it quits. You have no idea how distressing this is to me. At least twice as horrible as when Britney Spears dumped K-Fed. Believe me, tears were flowing. I was just about to have a stained glass window commissioned to commemorate the event. Alas, it serves as nothing more than a bitter memorial to what might have been. Thanks for the memories. We thought you might make it.



Thanks for the memories.

bamf

http://www.nightscrawlers.com/forum/viewthread.php?tid=6539

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dave_Cockrum

Never knew the guy, but we've all seen his work.
Never knew the guy, but let's all thank him for Nightcrawler, the Legionnaires, and all the others.

g.o.d.

"I've been thinking about the good old days
Decorated in a candy glaze
Each pretty ink blot panel
Tells a different tale
Each photo on the mantle
Sweet memories that never will go stale

I've been climbing up the walls again
Living with a memory that might have been
So pick me up on a weekday night
We could get together and ride around in
The black and white

I've been thinking about the good old days
My silly clothes and my silly ways
Each drunken drugstore purchase
Each chemical advance
Seven days a weekend
Every day the same old dizzy dance"

Seriously, I have been. I'm few of words right now. No real reason. Got to play the Wii. WiiSports>>>most anything. Ever.

A lot's going through this noggin of mine. Maybe I'll let some of those thoughts out on paper or on the blog. Maybe. Christ in a cartoon, I know I need to. Think anybody reads anymore? No, I don't think so. Me either.

Take care of yourselves. And each other. <_<. >_>

love you grandpa

Link

it's been a while

No big celebration for the 100th post. It's just a number anyhow. Anyway, thought you may enjoy this.

Raising the (Genius) Bar

Well, Apple Store genius Alan...you did indeed repair my ailing iMac. Of course, I could have done the repairs, but it seems Apple has some policy about not selling computer parts to customers through the store. Which means $85 was paid to said Genius to undo a trio of screws, swap out a power supply, and replace the the screws. At least the part itself was only...umm...$109. GAK! All because of a silly little "ambient light sensor" (read: the computer's iNipple). At least the Genius was very friendly.

I've been catching up on reading blogs and the ever-important 8-Bit Theater. After reading some of Dr. Kirkopholes' posts, I have come to the realization that I haven't had a good deep conversation in quite some time. Hopefully that will be remedied soon.

Ho hum...this post needs some meat. And a shameless plug. Plug time! Last night, I attended an Oktoberfest and was treated yet again to the sweet sweet sounds of Peace Train. They're based in Indy and specialize in music covers from the '60s. They are quite a bit of fun to hear, so check them out on the Internets to see where they'll be next. All I know is that they're at German Park in Greenwood until the 5th. So, get out there and witness a heaping helping of groove. And brats. If you're into that sort of thing. Which you are.

Now the meaty section. As I glance at the clock (now reading 12:45 in the a.m.), I am reminded of that wonderful period we like to call "slumber." A while back, I compiled a playlist on iTunes of sleepytime music. If any of you ever have difficulties sleeping, this just might cure your insomnia woes! Err...umm...unfortunately, it seems to be 45 tracks long. So, CHUNK TIME! Here, in no certain order is a sampling of the sleepytime playlist.

1) Acoustic Fireworks - Free at OCRemix
2) Symphonic Ruin - Free at OCRemix
3) Into the West - Annie Lennox, available on LOTR: ROTK ST - acronyms. Hell yes
4) Sadeness - Enigma
5) Rivendell - Rush, Fly by Night
6) Ravine Cleft Dimension - Yasunori Mitsuda, Chrono Cross OST
7) Rusty Ruin - Richard Jacques, Sonic 3D Blast OST
8) Various Enigmo II pieces - Michael Dan Beckett, pulled from Enigmo II
9) A Walk in the Woods - Martin O'Donnel, Halo OST
10) #34 - Dave Matthews Band, Under the Table and Dreaming

Now, that's just a sampling. Much more from Chrono Cross and various other sources. Anybody interested in more information? Hmmm? If so, leave me some comment love.

The Big 100 Approaches (or Computer WHOAS!)

Curse the iMac that sputters along for a few minutes before completely shutting down. The problem's pretty much been narrowed down to the power supply (I hope), so now it's just a matter of ordering said part.

That being said, posts haven't been as regular as I'd like them to be, mainly due to the issues with the Mac. Never fear, once that problem is addressed, things should go on smoothly. In related news, this is post number 98. Just a couple more, and the amazing 100 post uh...post. Don't expect too much.

The transition to IUPUI was a smooth one, and in fact I'm typing this post from the Business building of IUPUI's campus.

I see that GameFAQ's Top 10 list of the day (Top 10 DOS Games) contains Scorched Earth at number 10. That's good...I know one Ross Martin will appreciate that.

What a short and choppy post. Eh, it happens. Expect more. Soon. Ish.

Most Disturbing

It seems that all technology around me is rebelling. It started off simply enough. My rear passenger side tire 'sploded. No biggie, I suppose...a quick apprehension of some new tires and I was on my merry way.
It seems that all technology around me is rebelling. It started off simply enough. My rear passenger side tire 'sploded. No biggie, I suppose...a quick apprehension of some new tires and I was on my merry way.

Then the iPod began to mew and groan like a constipated kitten. It would hiccup and grind quite loudly. Oh, and then it began to lock up. Ah yes, then it refused to play any music I had purchased from iTunes (luckily the minority of music stored in my iPod, OMAC). And mysteriously, after a few attempted restorings the iPod seemed good as new. The joy was not to last.

Immediately after the iPod began acting normal, the connector on my cassette adapter (which allows me to enjoy my tunes in the car) began to give out and I now have to hold the iPod just so to get it to properly transmit my tunes through the wire into the cassette bay.
Then the iPod began to mew and groan like a constipated kitten. It would hiccup and grind quite loudly. Oh, and then it began to lock up. Ah yes, then it refused to play any music I had purchased from iTunes (luckily the minority of music stored in my iPod, OMAC). And mysteriously, after a few attempted restorings the iPod seemed good as new. The joy was not to last.

Immediately after the iPod began acting normal, the connector on my cassette adapter (which allows me to enjoy my tunes in the car) began to give out and I now have to hold the iPod just so to get it to properly transmit my tunes through the wire into the cassette bay. FM transmitter, you say? If only it could come through halfway clearly. Ah well. An iTrip seems to be in my future.

In another form of an iTrip, I may have to make an iTrip of my own to the Apple Store. Yes, to top off the rebellious technology list, my lovely iMac has started to act rather weird. First the Firewire ports will only charge the iPod (not transmit data). And now, it randomly shuts down. It likes to wait until I look away to blink off.

Could it be that I have pissed off some tech-deity? Or are the fates trying to grind my mind down until I snap and just start killing things? Funny story about that, actually...let's just say Wal-Mart does that to you. And yes, you are a dick. And that box of lightbulbs deserved the thrashing. But ANYway...I'm better now. A few seconds from a murderous rage, but I'm all better now...much much better...

At this point, the Mac shut down. Crap.

Anyway, I looked at this and got thoroughly depressed. Well, not really. Take a look. That's a graph showing how many visits the blog has gotten since about this time last year. Now, I think about 1.3ish people read this. Ah well. Perhaps when this school thing starts up.

And in case you were wondering, here is my desktop without a Firefox window open.

Yup. Good ol' Zoidberg peeks at me all the time. Dr. Zoidberg - a crustacean at which we can all look up. And now, it's time for some Futurama. And animal crackers. Mmm...well, that's all for now.

The Spiteful Crow Attacks!

I've had Earthbound on the brain lately. No idea why, but I've just been thinking a lot about that wonderful wonderful gem of a game. If you've not ever played it, give it a try - it's one of the shining examples of how awesome RPGs were back in the 16-bit days. Not that all RPGs suck now...it's just that you have to dig deep into the muck of miserable game titles to arrive at a truly good game. In my searchings for Earthbound material, I came across an interesting recording...it seems in 1989, Mother (the precursor to Earthbound/Mother 2) became the subject of a musical production. That's right, a full orchestra provided backup to choirs and umm...some sort of synthesizer mess. Chock full of cheesy '80s lyrics, this was quite something. In fact, I've pulled up the link now. Give it a listen. As of now, I've only listened to the Eight Melodies and Pollyana (which was referenced in Home Again, a track in another spifferific Earthbound musical production, Bound Together).

There's really not much else to report. Well, I looked up some info on Mother 3 (which doesn't seem likely to cross the Pacific). Looks wacky...Pig Armies, massive destruction, and scores of deaths. Seems fun to me! Though, the Mr. Saturns seem to be missing...

Any other news? Hmm...seems likely that I'll be working in the Wal-Mart dairy area. Yay for milk and eggs!

Attended a family reunion, and it turns out we have some black people in our family. They seemed quite nice, and offered us a place to stay if we were ever in the Chicago area. It was a tad odd at our family reunion, and it kept making me think of Uncle Ruckus' little tune on the Boondocks.

And now, it's time for some Futurama. And animal crackers (can't beat $1.50 for 2 lbs. of heaven!) Take care, people. Keep yourselves hydrated and out of the sun. PSA from the King himself.

Praise be to Journey (or I'm Back! For Good?)

Wow. It's been a little while since I've dipped into the world of blogging. Sure, I've been keeping up on the blogs of others such as Joey and Kirk (not to mention the much more famous Neil Gaiman and, slightly more famous than the previous pair, the Traveling Morans).

Much has happened in the couple of months since I've last checked in. Chief on that list of happenings is that I have sold my soul to Satan himself - in the form of Wal-Mart. Yes, that's right I'm one of the ASSOCIATES of Wal-Mart (Heavens forbid that they use any other degrading yet far more accurate term such as "Grunts" or "Sam's Bitchz"). Having signed my life over to the realm of Hades, I am eagerly awaiting a departure from said death camp. But hey...need the money for now. And I get a nice chunk of time to let my mind run wild (a lot of great things have been rolling around in my head - Fuman backstories, ideas for video games/stories/some art I want to mess around with...overall happy nuggets of creativity that should reach you, the reader, sometime in the near future. Prepare thyselves).

If I said the past few months have been great, I'd only be telling the somewhat truth. Things with Jen are great, I've been making money, and IUPUI stuff is going along...smoothly...and yet I've not been the happiest clam in the sea. All sorts of mental distress has been attacking relentlessly. AND they took Mission Hill off of Adult Swim. Bastards.

There are approximately 3,452,742 topics I could blog about. We've got that NEW mess in the mideast I could go on about. How about Lil' Kim and his shiny new weapons? OR I could go on and on and on about Rev. Bush and his veto on the stem cell research issue. Nah, you've got a ton of other blogs to read about that stuff. Here at the Kingdom of Fuman...We like to take things a little more simply. Well, most of the time...okay, fine We do have an opinion or two. To be honest, though, I'm not up to blogging about this particular set of events. All I'll say is North Korea>Iraq in terms of who's more threatening and who SHOULD have been the target if we just had to go to war. Hezbollah/Hizbollah and Isreal - don't know all the details, but is anybody really surprised that a destructive conflict has come out of that area? Bush and the stem cell research - stem cells are not little babies like they'd like you to believe. Sanctity of life? BULL! Someone defends a mass of stem cells and yet doesn't say a word about swatting a fly. Or how about sex in which the woman is not meant to be inseminated? Do we hold millions of micro funerals for the little guys? No, because they're not significant enough to be considered living beings at that point - stem cells aren't a far leap from that.

Hoo boy. Had to get a few things off of much chest. I know I've said this a million times, but I DO plan to get back in the blogging ring more often. A million tiny complaints have I that could be wonderfully crotchety blog posts - alas, I'll hold most of them within. Until they boil over and I snap and I'm known as that twitchy guy who works at Wal-Mart...well ONE of them, anyway. I do apologize for the lack of posting. I shall remedy it. In the meantime - go check out the trailer for TMNT (in HD at Apple if'n you want).

ARGH, that reminds me! Dead Man's Chest? Quite enjoyable. Good news on the comic movie front, too...Spidey 3 is looking good from what little I've seen. Seems the Hulk's getting a new director to clean up Ang Lee's mess. Next Batman looks good, though I'm not ecstatice about the villain choice (well, maybe I am. Don't want to spoil it for anybody, so I'll stop now). Ghost Rider...iffy, but we'll see. Iron Man, Fantastic Four 2 (yay for Fantasticar and Silver Surfer!), Wolverine, Magneto...the list goes on. What am I happiest about? What three upcoming movies am I so excited about that they deserve their own sentence? I speak of none other than the Flash, the Doom Patrol, and Deadman. Now get me a JLI movie and I can die happily.

It's difficult to stand on both feet, isn't it?

Gaaaaargh! I'm still not feeling 100% up to a full-fledged blog post quite yet. I still feel a bit behind in a lot of areas, and I'd like to fully settle down before making another post.

One of the areas I'm behind in is the world of gaming. Holy crap, how could I forget that E3 was last week? We've got a ton of Wii info (Mario Galaxy, Smash Brothers Brawl, Twilight Princess), a bit of Halo 3, new Sonic news, and much much more. It's almost too much to take in. I mean, Solid Snake battling it out with the likes of Mario and Link in Smash Brothers? Silver the Hedgehog? A non-fat version of Eggman?

There are a few blog ideas rolling around in the ol' noggin so there should be plenty of ammo for the gun of wisdom in the days to come.

EDIT: Did I mention I'm now stuck with a shoddy DSL connection that's split three ways? It's so slooooooow...

The Return of the King

Annnnnd I'm back. Yes, that's right - I have survived the Florideal. Overall, good times were had by all. There's much to talk about, and I'd love to get back to blogging right away. Unfortunately, I've some stuff to get caught up on (not to mention some mass reorganization of my room; coming home from college + packing for vacation = utter chaos). I had some time to think about some blog topics for you, the loyal readers. They seemed to have slipped from my head somewhere between Georgia and Kentucky, though, so I'll have to come up with some new stuff for you. Well...sort of. See? Blog funk and I've not even begun. I promise to write more when I'm settled a bit. Have a grand Monday, everybody.

Florida Should be Air-Conditioned

A final final...it was 15 minutes long. Seriously. I can't help but feel somewhat odd about that short little span of time for a test that is supposed to encompass half a semester's worth of material. Ah well...I'm not complaining.

This will be the last post for a while, I'm afraid. This next week will be a one of vacation in the wonderful world of Florida. Well...sort of wonderful. I've some mixed feelings about the whole ordeal. It should be a good time, but nothing can top the time I was in Florida a couple years ago with some good friends. THAT was some good times...I'll be sure to goose the yellow knight at Medieval Times for Jason.

Not much else to talk about. The past couple of days have been packing, unpacking, and repacking. Well, I hope you all survive a week without an update in the Kingdom of Fuman. Something tells me most of you will. Most of you...MUAHAHAHA!!!

Final Night

First off, Stephen Colbert is a god among men. If you've not yet seen his little roasting of the president, head on over to iFilm or any other site filled with political clips. I have to agree with Jon Stewart - "balls-alicious"(Colbert's speech, not Jon Stewart).

Conquest of Ape Escape 3 goes well...

Last night, I had a series of dreams. It began innocently enough with a trip to a Renaissance Festival of sorts. This particular festival happened to be on a crescent-shaped island. The inside was surrounded by a line of high mountains (oh, and the middle was a sort of plateau...I think. Well, for a while it was). As I travelled towards the center, I (maybe we at this point) noticed some hovering speederbikes. It turns out these bikers would rush out and grab travellers. This was supposed to be a good thing as the grabbed were the "chosen." You could break away if you wanted, but you'd never be grabbed again. Needless to say I was grabbed and I held on for dear life as we raced across the surf.

At this point, the dream became a sort of arcade game where I teamed up with none other than the Ninja Turtles! It was a high-speed game in which I (with a Ninja Turtle in tow) had to avoid wreckage and islands as I sped along on the speeder bike. There was even a colored HUD, much like the TMNT arcade game. I believe I wrecked at some point and was forced to walk...then I faded into something else...

It began at my house in at which there was some sort of party/gathering. For some reason or another, Jennifer and I began to suspect that my roommate Ken had been murdered. So, obviously since Jen and Ken had the same phone number, she could return home to check and see if he was dead. She called me quickly to report that he wasn't dead. Then she appeared inside the house. How about that?

Then the dream took a nightmarish turn. In this scenario, I was in a basement teamed up with Fox Mulder. He was busy reconstructing a photograph (which reacted a lot like a broken mirror). This reconstruction involved Fox "folding" the image to combine the shards into a larger chunk. There were some demons or something hanging out in the basement...which was fine because we teleported out of the basement and into a stereotypical suburban home. There was a knock at the door...

Fox and I answered it. Wait! Wasn't Fox at the door? Eh, no matter...anyway, there was a woman (a wife?) on a couch behind us and to our right. She began screaming "He's out there!" repeatedly. We ran to her and looked out the sliding glass door near her. As a matter of fact "he" WAS out there. Sort of. A person in a hoodie (face was hidden) had a shovel and was chasing a girl. He swung at her...slowly...and hit her in the back of the leg. She sort of collapsed...slowly. Then the Hooded Slow Shoveler came in through the door. For some reason, this part of the nightmare was the most terrifying and much screaming ensued. This continued despite the fact that hood fell away and we saw a girl. Seemed to be late teens or early 20's. She had a straw and threatened (while laughing and stumbling) to "stick the straw in your (our) asses." Yeah...don't know about that one. I woke up quite confused.

That was wordy!

So here we go...the last night here at BSU. Sure I'll miss a few things...well, maybe 2 things or so...but I'll be glad to head home.

Not quite sure how to end this post...umm...well, we don't need to worry about that. I'll probably be posting within the next couple of days. BOOYA!

Schizoid

Schizoid because this post has a rant AND a happy little thing. We'll get the ugliness out of the way first.

Something I've learned here at Ball State: people are pathetic. I sort of figured this already, but if I hear one more "Hey, can you tell me what we did/what we're doing/when the final is/what the final is over?" I just might snap. I can understand when somebody is sick and needs some info. That's fine. But what I tend to hear is "Oh, I'm sorry I couldn't POSSIBLY haul my ass to class like a responsible person, so can you spoon feed me the information that I just couldn't bear to go to class to get?" Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that you go to bed around 6 a.m. and wonder why you're tired. You know what's worse? Being asked THREE times when a final is. Once is almost too much since it's available on our online schedule. THREE times?

*phew*

I don't mind helping out. But people sadden me...

Okay, now for the good thing. The Calculus final went rather smoothly and I even had a nice walk back. The weather was JUST a tad too cold, but there was that perfect light rain. I have a feeling there will be some good nights this summer. This post seems unbalanced - a lot of rant, a little goodness. Well, the power of the good is infinite. Or something cheesy like that...

Esuna

I'm happy to report that I feel much better today compared to last night. My head feels cleaner and there's not much in the way of ominous inexplicable feelings thrashing around my brain.

I've also learned that I can get a 0 on my speech final and still get around a 90% in the class. I can get a 0 in computer science and still get around an 80%. Or maybe I mixed those up. But that seems right.

Tonight begins the first of the Final Four Fiends.

"Must stop finals' spinning! Jump Kain! Jump!"

Expect a slightly more substantial post in the days to come.

Musings of a Gummed Up Mind

I didn't blog on Friday. I really really felt like blogging today, but I couldn't quite get it out. I'm not exactly sure what's been going on with me, but my mind seems like it's in a big funk. It's not any sort of depression or anything...my mind's simply not quite working in a lucid manner. I almost feel like my mind is restructuring itself and some of my core beliefs and values are shifting a bit. I'm sure they're not headed in any horribly evil direction...just a different one.

I must say, finals week is not a good week for a mental restructuring. However, I feel that finals should go pretty smoothly. My calculus final is Monday night, so I'll be glad to get that one out of the way early - it looks to be my hardest.

There seems to be SOMEthing jostling around in me. Can't say that it feels too pretty, either...ah well. Like I said, my mind's in some sort of haze. I'm hoping that this week will clear this shroud up.

Millions of things seem to be great blogging topics...video games, comics, music...I've certainly kept myself involved in those. Oh well. Maybe a better post will be coming your way soon enough. Take care, people.

Wii are Curious...

So, Nintendo has finally revealed the official name for their new console - Wii. Pronounced "we", the "ii" is supposed to represent the nunchaku-style controller. Also, the "we" is supposed to represent some sort of relationship between the makers of games and the gamers...or something like that. Sounds more like a collective to me. A potentially perverted collective.

"Wii are the Borg..."
"Hey, want to come play with the Wii with me?"

Eh, what's in a name? Remember the Dolphin? The Starcube? The ULTRA 64? Well, that's it for the moment. Just felt the need to get the word out.

Oh, it's not quite it. I beat Ape Escape 3 (well, first run-through) today. Imagine my surprise when I heard the last stage music - it was none other than Gustav Holst's "Mars, the Bringer of War." A nice end of the world sort of theme. Afterwards, I was treated to Mesal Gear Solid...that's right, you, as a monkey must rescue Solid Snake. With a Banana Pistol. I'm not even kidding.

Now it's definitely it. For this post, anyway.

Super Leafage

So, I think I know a thing or two about Japanese mythology. I'm at least aware of some of the creation myths and mythical creatures such as the kappa and kitsune. Today, I read up on the wonderful creature called the tanuki. Before today, I knew it was a dog/raccoon-like being who (according to legend) utilizes leaves to cast spells, shapeshift, and generally be a magical raccoon. AFTER today, I learned that they have enormous testicles.


















Holy crap. Those are huge. I also learned there's an old Japanese schoolyard song that goes a little something like this...

Tan Tan Tanuki no kintama wa
Kaze mo nai no ni
Bura bura bura

Translated, it says "Tanuki's testicles swing back and forth even when there is no wind blowing."

You Japanese...I salute you.