I thought I'd take a moment to post while I can functionally look at a computer screen and hit keys in a way that produces viable sentences.
It won't last long, sadly. I can already feel it coming back.
In any event... was there ever any follow-up to the idea of camping in the winter months? I wouldn't be able to do it this month, but I could certainly see kicking off a January or February camping event. Slugs style.
(I don't really know what that means.)
As my pain comes back, I'm reminded of the fact that we really do take this whole information-at-my-fingertips internet-thing for granted. Yes, I'm aware that probably 80% (statistic made up, though containing a fitting level of irony) of the information on the internet is at least 50% (another made up stat) unfactual, but it is still somewhat relieving and somewhat cathartic that we literally can 'google' just about anything we need to know about quickly in a few moments.
Considering that even ten years ago it wasn't as easy or accessible, and twelve years ago at the best maybe James Andy Collins could do so, and probably only get information from a website that he created about how people in First Aid don't know 'what the shit they are talking about' (rough estimate of his vernacular circa 1996.
But progress and progression is hard to measure when you're walking along with the measurer and his tape measure. (Sorry ladies, no female historians in this particular whatever-this-is story.)
In any event, I am off to test a theory of clove oil for severe, debilitating tooth pain. Then maybe I'll whimsically research the merits of purchasing/owning a PS3. MGS4? LittleBigPlanet? We'll see.
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December 02, 2008
October 26, 2008
Long Road of No Posts
Yeah, it has been a little quiet. Some of that is my fault, undoubtedly. As it turns out, I've been a little busier than expected for the past few months. Work, home stuff, and then having my wisdom teeth yanked out of my mouth while consciously sedated...
Here's an interesting revelation: the sound of teeth being pulled from your face... it's probably very similar to the sound of ripping chicken meat off of the bone, only echoed in your head fifty times the normal sound. It's at once terribly interesting and terribly scarring. (At least, I bet it is if you are under the age of 12 - good thing most 12 year olds don't have that to do deal with.)
The nice thing is that the let me keep them. I may have to post pictures of my teeth. Then, if I ever disappear, a record can be used to identify my body against other John Doe's.
Otherly, I haven't had the time I wish I had to work on the comic... not that I haven't entirely worked on it (I've been working on many, many photoshop templates for it, just not the actual issues... but one SHOULD be coming by end of October, early November. - and fyi, Chris Farley is a bitch to find pictures of online.)
At least, throughout, I have managed to make more time to actually see some of you in person, if I haven't had the chance to post. Jimmy, DT, Bonnie and James... one of them, minus James since he wasn't there, should post their thoughts on Choke, since they have all read the book and seen the movie, and I have only read the first few chapters of Choke, but have seen the movie. (I liked the movie, in short.)
jOe, you should come up and play games with us some time, or invite us down to your place. You're always busy, and you bastard, you never sound excited to see us. You and Dave could throw a party, a vast forest-centered bash. We'd consider coming. And we have a friend who loves the forests and the trees. He has a spirit-like connection with them.
Well, that is all for now. Congrats to jOe, for prompting me to post.
Here's an interesting revelation: the sound of teeth being pulled from your face... it's probably very similar to the sound of ripping chicken meat off of the bone, only echoed in your head fifty times the normal sound. It's at once terribly interesting and terribly scarring. (At least, I bet it is if you are under the age of 12 - good thing most 12 year olds don't have that to do deal with.)
The nice thing is that the let me keep them. I may have to post pictures of my teeth. Then, if I ever disappear, a record can be used to identify my body against other John Doe's.
Otherly, I haven't had the time I wish I had to work on the comic... not that I haven't entirely worked on it (I've been working on many, many photoshop templates for it, just not the actual issues... but one SHOULD be coming by end of October, early November. - and fyi, Chris Farley is a bitch to find pictures of online.)
At least, throughout, I have managed to make more time to actually see some of you in person, if I haven't had the chance to post. Jimmy, DT, Bonnie and James... one of them, minus James since he wasn't there, should post their thoughts on Choke, since they have all read the book and seen the movie, and I have only read the first few chapters of Choke, but have seen the movie. (I liked the movie, in short.)
jOe, you should come up and play games with us some time, or invite us down to your place. You're always busy, and you bastard, you never sound excited to see us. You and Dave could throw a party, a vast forest-centered bash. We'd consider coming. And we have a friend who loves the forests and the trees. He has a spirit-like connection with them.
Well, that is all for now. Congrats to jOe, for prompting me to post.
August 24, 2008
The "Strategic" Vote
To answer Adam's query shortly: Obama.
Now for the long, rambling answer and some interjected thoughts...
I was, briefly, discussing this with James... and he talked about "pretend" voting, which I took as voting for the lesser of "two evils"... what many people, independents and those affiliated with other "third" parties do.
(Man there are a lot of parentheses in this post...)
The way I view it, at least in this moment... voting in our democracy seems less an exercise in free will and freedom and exercising our rights as US citizens, and more like a type of strategic game. Voting equals chess.
And really, it kind of does. In a game of chess, you place certain pieces strategically, knowing that you will probably lose them to your opponent, but with the goal of ultimately coming out on top.
Politics, and the part that we play, voting, has a similar goal, but for all intents and purposes, dumbed down. In the general election voting process (in America), you are basically given two choices... two choices that are supposed to represent opposing views (though often only do on superficial levels). Sure, you could vote for a third party member (and probably should in some of the past elections we've had), but are you making a difference?
Probably not. It's actually probably true that you are throwing your vote away, statistically. Or, worse, you are playing into the hand of the party you probably least want to see in power. Certainly that was the case for those that voted for Nader in 2000 and 2004. Those that voted Nader in either year, but especially 2000, did not like Gore and they did not like Bush. And probably for fairly good reasons. (After all, those people that even knew who Nader was, were probably of the more educated and knowledgeable of the voting bloc - sad as that is - thus it's kind of stupid for other people to insult and call Nader-voters stupid... rather, those people chose not to play the game, probably to their detriment...)
Voting in America is about getting the best possible deal, not about voting who you really, actually like. It's a sad reality, but it's also a true reality. And oddly, this reality is self-propagating. If it wasn't for this strategic voting pattern, we'd probably have another party, or a multi-party system.
This election cycle, many will vote for Obama, and many will vote for McCain, and few will vote for a third party candidate, though there may be many qualified that will run. And many people may have a third party candidate that they like, but they won't vote for them this time around. Why? Because people see this election as an "important" one... one for the ages... and thus the whole "strategic" voting pattern will be in play.
And like I said before, strategic voting is statistically smart.
However, sadly, IF everyone actually voted according to more about who they really liked, and if third party candidates had access to the media the way the Dems and Repubs do... well... it would be a different game.
I will be voting for Obama, and a part of that is simple strategy. Strategy on multiple fronts. One, I think my vote will "count" more by voting for him. Two, I think that though he doesn't have the foreign experience that others have, he knows how to surround himself will intelligent individuals. Third, I think he might be the first candidate that by virtual of his lack of experience and his excellent oratory skills, may return the Presidency to its original intended goals as set forth by the Continental Congress... a figurehead and leader with lesser power than what is currently seen. People forget this, but Congress was always intended to be the true power of the United States.
A leader is supposed to inspire and guide, at least in the United States... and after seeing Putin, I can only hope that we return to a more intelligent and measured form of leadership to the country.
Now for the long, rambling answer and some interjected thoughts...
I was, briefly, discussing this with James... and he talked about "pretend" voting, which I took as voting for the lesser of "two evils"... what many people, independents and those affiliated with other "third" parties do.
(Man there are a lot of parentheses in this post...)
The way I view it, at least in this moment... voting in our democracy seems less an exercise in free will and freedom and exercising our rights as US citizens, and more like a type of strategic game. Voting equals chess.
And really, it kind of does. In a game of chess, you place certain pieces strategically, knowing that you will probably lose them to your opponent, but with the goal of ultimately coming out on top.
Politics, and the part that we play, voting, has a similar goal, but for all intents and purposes, dumbed down. In the general election voting process (in America), you are basically given two choices... two choices that are supposed to represent opposing views (though often only do on superficial levels). Sure, you could vote for a third party member (and probably should in some of the past elections we've had), but are you making a difference?
Probably not. It's actually probably true that you are throwing your vote away, statistically. Or, worse, you are playing into the hand of the party you probably least want to see in power. Certainly that was the case for those that voted for Nader in 2000 and 2004. Those that voted Nader in either year, but especially 2000, did not like Gore and they did not like Bush. And probably for fairly good reasons. (After all, those people that even knew who Nader was, were probably of the more educated and knowledgeable of the voting bloc - sad as that is - thus it's kind of stupid for other people to insult and call Nader-voters stupid... rather, those people chose not to play the game, probably to their detriment...)
Voting in America is about getting the best possible deal, not about voting who you really, actually like. It's a sad reality, but it's also a true reality. And oddly, this reality is self-propagating. If it wasn't for this strategic voting pattern, we'd probably have another party, or a multi-party system.
This election cycle, many will vote for Obama, and many will vote for McCain, and few will vote for a third party candidate, though there may be many qualified that will run. And many people may have a third party candidate that they like, but they won't vote for them this time around. Why? Because people see this election as an "important" one... one for the ages... and thus the whole "strategic" voting pattern will be in play.
And like I said before, strategic voting is statistically smart.
However, sadly, IF everyone actually voted according to more about who they really liked, and if third party candidates had access to the media the way the Dems and Repubs do... well... it would be a different game.
I will be voting for Obama, and a part of that is simple strategy. Strategy on multiple fronts. One, I think my vote will "count" more by voting for him. Two, I think that though he doesn't have the foreign experience that others have, he knows how to surround himself will intelligent individuals. Third, I think he might be the first candidate that by virtual of his lack of experience and his excellent oratory skills, may return the Presidency to its original intended goals as set forth by the Continental Congress... a figurehead and leader with lesser power than what is currently seen. People forget this, but Congress was always intended to be the true power of the United States.
A leader is supposed to inspire and guide, at least in the United States... and after seeing Putin, I can only hope that we return to a more intelligent and measured form of leadership to the country.
July 28, 2008
Cinema Sadness
So it makes me incredibly sad that I may have seen maybe ONE of those movies... which does not bode well for my intellectual and cultural growth. But Aaron has prompted a desire in me to see those movies. After I've seen them, and maybe gone through and seen all of AFI's top 100, then I'll definitely post up some debate stuff.
Next. Camping. Amazing. Fun. Relaxing. River. Sorrows to all those that missed it by sheer circumstance or choice. I/James videotapped a good deal of some things, so I will eventually put that on the board so you can all enjoy a sample of what we enjoyed.
Bradbury, was that you who I cut off when Jimmy and I pulled out of the camp site? If so, that was purposeful (though for the life of me I have no idea why I thought it would be funny to do so... and I did think you were slowing down a little for me to go...) If that wasn't Bradbury, then oops to whoever the hell that was that I nearly caused to crash into me.
That would have sucked.
Oh, and to make it public. While we were camping, I for some reason completely forgot that Michael (of the Collins variety) was in the truck that crashed. I'm not sure why I forgot about him, but I forgot completely. Oops. He was there. I checked the footage of the infamous tree crash and he was most certainly there. (Though I was right that he was not wearing a blue shirt - that was James. Small victory. Bleh.) I forgot how funny the rest of that footage is... especially watching James try to move a truck. Oh hilarious. When I am able to get more miniDV tapes, I will transcode and then mp4-ify those videoes and put them up on the board as well.
Either way, DT and I were wrong. Man that sucks.
Next, this will probably be considered a "lame" request... but apparently Michael is (or maybe) sad that he has not received mails from peoples. At least, that was the initial impression that I got. So I am going to write him a letter, maybe print and mail the Loose Slugs Comics already made, and send it off. If anyone wants to leave a blurb to him, post it hear or mail it to me, and I will attach to said letter. Isn't that touching and sentimental. Then maybe I won't get emails from James' mom that make me feel guilty and like I don't support the troops. I do! I do! I would send them all Slugs comics if I could.
You can tell that I felt like writing... I'm just sad that none of it could go toward Aaron's post.
But, toward Aaron: I have the lab coats. I will call you sometime after 9p tonight. Sorry, but my minutes are low and such. I can call anytime tomorrow though, and I will if I don't reach you tonight.
Lab coats. Tasty.
And that is all for rant. Yay.
Next. Camping. Amazing. Fun. Relaxing. River. Sorrows to all those that missed it by sheer circumstance or choice. I/James videotapped a good deal of some things, so I will eventually put that on the board so you can all enjoy a sample of what we enjoyed.
Bradbury, was that you who I cut off when Jimmy and I pulled out of the camp site? If so, that was purposeful (though for the life of me I have no idea why I thought it would be funny to do so... and I did think you were slowing down a little for me to go...) If that wasn't Bradbury, then oops to whoever the hell that was that I nearly caused to crash into me.
That would have sucked.
Oh, and to make it public. While we were camping, I for some reason completely forgot that Michael (of the Collins variety) was in the truck that crashed. I'm not sure why I forgot about him, but I forgot completely. Oops. He was there. I checked the footage of the infamous tree crash and he was most certainly there. (Though I was right that he was not wearing a blue shirt - that was James. Small victory. Bleh.) I forgot how funny the rest of that footage is... especially watching James try to move a truck. Oh hilarious. When I am able to get more miniDV tapes, I will transcode and then mp4-ify those videoes and put them up on the board as well.
Either way, DT and I were wrong. Man that sucks.
Next, this will probably be considered a "lame" request... but apparently Michael is (or maybe) sad that he has not received mails from peoples. At least, that was the initial impression that I got. So I am going to write him a letter, maybe print and mail the Loose Slugs Comics already made, and send it off. If anyone wants to leave a blurb to him, post it hear or mail it to me, and I will attach to said letter. Isn't that touching and sentimental. Then maybe I won't get emails from James' mom that make me feel guilty and like I don't support the troops. I do! I do! I would send them all Slugs comics if I could.
You can tell that I felt like writing... I'm just sad that none of it could go toward Aaron's post.
But, toward Aaron: I have the lab coats. I will call you sometime after 9p tonight. Sorry, but my minutes are low and such. I can call anytime tomorrow though, and I will if I don't reach you tonight.
Lab coats. Tasty.
And that is all for rant. Yay.
July 11, 2008
Camp-Out
I will be gone for a few days, exploring a potential campsite for our great CAMPING ADVENTURE @))*... oh, held the shift key down to long...
Anyway you get the point. So I cannot compete with Zach-o for first posts... or can I? No, I can't.
Fuck.
Anyway, Andy mentioned to Jimmy or DT that he won't be able to go. Sadness. DT, you will have to pretend to be Andy for the duration of the trip on the 26th. (You can be yourself as well, but you'll have to carry a big stick.)
I wish I had more interesting things to say.
Oh, I hate Karl Rove. But who doesn't, so that's nothing special. I will give him props for giving our generation a new person to make an adjective out of. No longer does a person have to refer to another system or person as Machiavellian. Now they have Rovian. (Sounds like a dinosaur.)
Oh, I suppose I have something else to jabber about for the moment.
People are making me nauseous. Not everyone, but damn if it isn't a whole hell of a lot of people. With their whiny "I think I know what love is" or "I think I know what life is" or "I think I know the answers to every fucking problem"... "and I'm 22".
Fuck you. Fuck you people. It's a slap in the face to every single person who came before you with good intentions and weren't able to get things done, but actually did make incremental differences.
And fuck you people who think you know what life is and are woe-is-me'ing it up. Fuck you. I've seen people who come back from war with missing limbs and they are cheerier than you Hispter Doofus Fuckers with your melodramas about the man and society pressing you down. FUCK YOU.
Fuck you Military-Supply-Protestors and Code Pinkers for not understanding that to have some level of freedom, you have to have the conviction and strength to protect it. Fuck you for ruining it for legitimate protesters who protest against what they may feel is an unjust war (debatable) by protesting against providing supplies to troops.
And then there are the "I know what love is, and I have experienced it" bullshitters who are in their early twenties and have yet to watch as someone they know, love, are committed to legally and monetarily start to decay from the effects of lung, liver, kidney or breast cancer. A special FUCK YOU to you pieces of crap.
People will say that I no nothing of romance. I'm sorry, a glorified one-night-stand based off of "love at first sight" is not love. I'm not discounting the idea behind "love at first sight", but a) it statistically doesn't work, and b) the people who claim they met so-and-so, felt "love at first sight", and have been married for 20+ years are discounting the fact that they happened to win the chances game and their time spent together helped to solidify their affections. (You don't hear them spieling on about their other "love at first sight"s. Do you?)
Interestingly enough, even Disney never really fully played up that angle, and they are the masters of animated love stories.
Tell you what you fuckers... when you are willing to wipe the ass of the one that you love because their body and mental functions are breaking down all around them, then I'll take your "romance" at face value. Buying flowers, "writing" songs (laughable at best), or any other insertable cliché thing is NOT DEFINITIVE of being romantic. It's called being a tool. If that's all you are relying on to consider yourself romantic then congratulations. You are not. You are a Hallmark-Robot.
and yawn... I don't know where that sudden outburst came from, but it makes it quite apparent why I need to get away from the city for awhile. The people that feed off of its excrement are starting to annoy the crap out of me.
So anyone who wants to join me and the others that want to go (which I think stands at James, Jimmy, DT, and maybe someone else), then come. We will lamely try to set up tents, watch James play "master of the fire", and bitch and moan and philosophize over stuff, like we used to do, but with the cynicism and strained hope that has come with 5+ extra years.
Anyway you get the point. So I cannot compete with Zach-o for first posts... or can I? No, I can't.
Fuck.
Anyway, Andy mentioned to Jimmy or DT that he won't be able to go. Sadness. DT, you will have to pretend to be Andy for the duration of the trip on the 26th. (You can be yourself as well, but you'll have to carry a big stick.)
I wish I had more interesting things to say.
Oh, I hate Karl Rove. But who doesn't, so that's nothing special. I will give him props for giving our generation a new person to make an adjective out of. No longer does a person have to refer to another system or person as Machiavellian. Now they have Rovian. (Sounds like a dinosaur.)
Oh, I suppose I have something else to jabber about for the moment.
People are making me nauseous. Not everyone, but damn if it isn't a whole hell of a lot of people. With their whiny "I think I know what love is" or "I think I know what life is" or "I think I know the answers to every fucking problem"... "and I'm 22".
Fuck you. Fuck you people. It's a slap in the face to every single person who came before you with good intentions and weren't able to get things done, but actually did make incremental differences.
And fuck you people who think you know what life is and are woe-is-me'ing it up. Fuck you. I've seen people who come back from war with missing limbs and they are cheerier than you Hispter Doofus Fuckers with your melodramas about the man and society pressing you down. FUCK YOU.
Fuck you Military-Supply-Protestors and Code Pinkers for not understanding that to have some level of freedom, you have to have the conviction and strength to protect it. Fuck you for ruining it for legitimate protesters who protest against what they may feel is an unjust war (debatable) by protesting against providing supplies to troops.
And then there are the "I know what love is, and I have experienced it" bullshitters who are in their early twenties and have yet to watch as someone they know, love, are committed to legally and monetarily start to decay from the effects of lung, liver, kidney or breast cancer. A special FUCK YOU to you pieces of crap.
People will say that I no nothing of romance. I'm sorry, a glorified one-night-stand based off of "love at first sight" is not love. I'm not discounting the idea behind "love at first sight", but a) it statistically doesn't work, and b) the people who claim they met so-and-so, felt "love at first sight", and have been married for 20+ years are discounting the fact that they happened to win the chances game and their time spent together helped to solidify their affections. (You don't hear them spieling on about their other "love at first sight"s. Do you?)
Interestingly enough, even Disney never really fully played up that angle, and they are the masters of animated love stories.
Tell you what you fuckers... when you are willing to wipe the ass of the one that you love because their body and mental functions are breaking down all around them, then I'll take your "romance" at face value. Buying flowers, "writing" songs (laughable at best), or any other insertable cliché thing is NOT DEFINITIVE of being romantic. It's called being a tool. If that's all you are relying on to consider yourself romantic then congratulations. You are not. You are a Hallmark-Robot.
and yawn... I don't know where that sudden outburst came from, but it makes it quite apparent why I need to get away from the city for awhile. The people that feed off of its excrement are starting to annoy the crap out of me.
So anyone who wants to join me and the others that want to go (which I think stands at James, Jimmy, DT, and maybe someone else), then come. We will lamely try to set up tents, watch James play "master of the fire", and bitch and moan and philosophize over stuff, like we used to do, but with the cynicism and strained hope that has come with 5+ extra years.
June 19, 2008
Meet Funzo!
See that thing on the right! Yup, that's right fools. That is Funzo, our new mascot/logo, and I made him.
It's a great feat, considering I'm not good with bezier curves and that's what Adobe Illustrator uses. It's hell to figure out.
(To be completely truthful, Funzo was made from a trace program that turned him into a vector, then from there he was adjusted and given a slime trail... but oh what a wondrous slime trail it is. And I made that slime trail all by myself. FUNZO!)
One wonders a little if I'm losing my mind on this.
Oh, and James? I now have server space... I'm learning the ins and outs of things, but I think I know how to host Loose Slugs on it. Awesomo.
It's a great feat, considering I'm not good with bezier curves and that's what Adobe Illustrator uses. It's hell to figure out.
(To be completely truthful, Funzo was made from a trace program that turned him into a vector, then from there he was adjusted and given a slime trail... but oh what a wondrous slime trail it is. And I made that slime trail all by myself. FUNZO!)
One wonders a little if I'm losing my mind on this.
Oh, and James? I now have server space... I'm learning the ins and outs of things, but I think I know how to host Loose Slugs on it. Awesomo.
June 18, 2008
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