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Tuesday, March 02, 2004
As promised...
Yeah, I know I had another day to get this one out, and I didn't say I even would do it by Wednesday, just that I'd make the effort. Well, it seems like once again, my need to not do history homework has lead to the creation of another news post. From me.
One postscript to the little play post I wrote: the cast party the next day was pretty great. We went to one of the cast-member's house, and it was huge! Really. Like a castle. I mean huge. Let's put it this way. My house has four stories, and our family owns all four of these stories. Next to that, his house was huge! It only had three floors, plus, like, a floor for the kids or something, with an air hockey table and cooking implements (a great mix), but each floor was incredibly huge. He had a ballroom. I'm not kidding.
Actually, I didn't see that much of the house, because the majority of the time was spent trying to watch the video my dad had shot of the performance. I say "trying", because no one would shut the fuck up, which bothered my as a matter of principle but not for any real reason. I wasn't watching the video much, as I was sandwiched between two girls and kind of distracted. Well, three girls. But I was sharing the third one with this other guy. Yeah I felt like such a pimp. I got to touch them, like, on the shoulder. It was great. I'm not going to go into any more detail right now because "they" are always monitoring my transmissions.
Today, my three-day-long project has concluded. In a mad effort to create the ultimate desktop background, I downloaded every Penny Arcade strip from their archive. Now I've set my computer to randomly show a new one every five minutes. I'll tell you, this was certainly an ambitious project. I'm surprised it only took me three days. There were, afterall, 780 comics to collect, meaning I had to manually save to my disk, an average of 260 comics a day for three days. But it was worth it, it really was. Now I'll never get bored of staring at my empty screen, and I'll eventually memorize the entirety of Penny Arcade lore. If someone were to wipe my hard drive right now, and they asked me which folder I wanted to save, first I'd say the "Mac Hard Drive" folder, but then I would say, my Penny Arcade desktop folder.
Speaking of my computer, I fucking hate it. Not just for the fact that its battery no longer works in any way, thus causing the computer to shut off after being unplugged for more than 3 seconds, but for the way it wastes all my damn time. There I'll be, doing say, history homework, and WHAM! It's an hour later and I realize I've been downloading comics onto my computer the whole time. And there I'll be at 11:30 at night, asking myself why I'm reading fucking Gamespy Top 10 lists when I could be doing that thing that prevents me from falling asleep in math class.
Speaking of falling asleep in math class, I did that today. I was so tired. It just struck me during math class. There I was, listening to Ms. Marino tell us about why we need a tan, (that's "tangent", folks), and WHAM! I wake up! I must have fallen asleep 20 times in that one period. I couldn't stop. I tried drawing; anything to keep me conscious. I started drawing a line, and I suddenly woke up and realized I hadn't finished the line. Jeeesus.
Hey, by the way, anyone want to be included on my posting staff? My old friend Mikey seems to have quit after a fairly respectable stay, and Lukas seems to have made a complete mockery of the system by writing three posts and then quitting. I advise them to now unblock their computers so they can once again show up on my hit counter. I need those things. I could also use comments. Otherwise I feel like I'm writing quality (or not quality) stuff and my only reward is a few hits on the counter. Which is nice, but I could use some feedback. I don't know if this comment system is ever going to get back up, but you can still email me or, if you want, leave a message in the guest book. God knows no one's using it for anything else. And if you like the site, recommend it to one of your sophisticated friends. Or anyone, really.
I have to go now, to watch "24". It's not that I like the show so much as I need a lagitimate reason to postpone homework for another hour.
Bye everyone.
Nicky
PS: if you want any more details about my life, you can talk to me. My screen name is Jake Aimer, and my email, well, you know. I'm at least as witty live as I am "recorded". Or, maybe slightly less witty. But I make up for it by responding to things you say instead of things the voices inside and occasionally slightly to the left of my head say.
MY E-MAIL! Okayeahwhatever@yahoo.com.
One postscript to the little play post I wrote: the cast party the next day was pretty great. We went to one of the cast-member's house, and it was huge! Really. Like a castle. I mean huge. Let's put it this way. My house has four stories, and our family owns all four of these stories. Next to that, his house was huge! It only had three floors, plus, like, a floor for the kids or something, with an air hockey table and cooking implements (a great mix), but each floor was incredibly huge. He had a ballroom. I'm not kidding.
Actually, I didn't see that much of the house, because the majority of the time was spent trying to watch the video my dad had shot of the performance. I say "trying", because no one would shut the fuck up, which bothered my as a matter of principle but not for any real reason. I wasn't watching the video much, as I was sandwiched between two girls and kind of distracted. Well, three girls. But I was sharing the third one with this other guy. Yeah I felt like such a pimp. I got to touch them, like, on the shoulder. It was great. I'm not going to go into any more detail right now because "they" are always monitoring my transmissions.
Today, my three-day-long project has concluded. In a mad effort to create the ultimate desktop background, I downloaded every Penny Arcade strip from their archive. Now I've set my computer to randomly show a new one every five minutes. I'll tell you, this was certainly an ambitious project. I'm surprised it only took me three days. There were, afterall, 780 comics to collect, meaning I had to manually save to my disk, an average of 260 comics a day for three days. But it was worth it, it really was. Now I'll never get bored of staring at my empty screen, and I'll eventually memorize the entirety of Penny Arcade lore. If someone were to wipe my hard drive right now, and they asked me which folder I wanted to save, first I'd say the "Mac Hard Drive" folder, but then I would say, my Penny Arcade desktop folder.
Speaking of my computer, I fucking hate it. Not just for the fact that its battery no longer works in any way, thus causing the computer to shut off after being unplugged for more than 3 seconds, but for the way it wastes all my damn time. There I'll be, doing say, history homework, and WHAM! It's an hour later and I realize I've been downloading comics onto my computer the whole time. And there I'll be at 11:30 at night, asking myself why I'm reading fucking Gamespy Top 10 lists when I could be doing that thing that prevents me from falling asleep in math class.
Speaking of falling asleep in math class, I did that today. I was so tired. It just struck me during math class. There I was, listening to Ms. Marino tell us about why we need a tan, (that's "tangent", folks), and WHAM! I wake up! I must have fallen asleep 20 times in that one period. I couldn't stop. I tried drawing; anything to keep me conscious. I started drawing a line, and I suddenly woke up and realized I hadn't finished the line. Jeeesus.
Hey, by the way, anyone want to be included on my posting staff? My old friend Mikey seems to have quit after a fairly respectable stay, and Lukas seems to have made a complete mockery of the system by writing three posts and then quitting. I advise them to now unblock their computers so they can once again show up on my hit counter. I need those things. I could also use comments. Otherwise I feel like I'm writing quality (or not quality) stuff and my only reward is a few hits on the counter. Which is nice, but I could use some feedback. I don't know if this comment system is ever going to get back up, but you can still email me or, if you want, leave a message in the guest book. God knows no one's using it for anything else. And if you like the site, recommend it to one of your sophisticated friends. Or anyone, really.
I have to go now, to watch "24". It's not that I like the show so much as I need a lagitimate reason to postpone homework for another hour.
Bye everyone.
Nicky
PS: if you want any more details about my life, you can talk to me. My screen name is Jake Aimer, and my email, well, you know. I'm at least as witty live as I am "recorded". Or, maybe slightly less witty. But I make up for it by responding to things you say instead of things the voices inside and occasionally slightly to the left of my head say.
MY E-MAIL! Okayeahwhatever@yahoo.com.