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|Thursday, October 6th, 2011|
|Tuesday, January 11th, 2011|
I love my girlfriend. I love Biology. I hate chatting with idiots.
That's pretty much everything. :P Current Mood: awake
|Wednesday, March 31st, 2010|
|Writer's Block: Luddites unite!
All technology has potential for abuse: nuclear power can wipe out cities or generate enormous amounts of cheap energy, nano-technology can revolutionize computing and medicine or it can be engineered to sneak into our pores and destroy us one cell at a time. I think that, while the human race has demonstrated its willingness to use technology as a weapon exceedingly often in history, we as a race also recognize when something is so dangerous that it could wipe us all out, and we have shown just
enough restraint in the past to know when not to use something. There will be weapons and horrors along the way (as with everything in human history), but I think in the end technology will do more good for us than harm.
Oh, as for your second question, you assume that turning away from technology will somehow be for the "betterment" of humankind. Since I don't think that makes sense, I can't answer the question. ;) Current Mood: bored
|Wednesday, February 17th, 2010|
Two semesters in the bag so far, and three As added to my GPA. Pretty soon it'll be respectable. :P The classes I'm taking now are still pretty basic, so As should be achievable. The English class is pretty heavy though. I've always been self-conscious about my writing, and this semester is going to be no different. It always seems to turn out ok, but I still can't help but be a nervous wreck during the writing process and even after it's been turned in and I'm waiting for a grade, especially if I feel like it wasn't as good as it could be (which is every time I write, so yeah). This teacher is really helpful and definitely knows what he's doing, so I shouldn't worry as much as I do. I can't help it!
I'm gonna quote Gandalf for my life outside of school; "life in the wide world goes on, much as it has this past day." My wonderful girlfriend is still wonderful (you helped me immensely with my last paper, I don't know if you fully understand how much :P). Warcraft is still a major timesink, but it's fun and I play with awesome people so I don't feel bad about it. I've been levelling a Death Knight on a role-play server, and been going over possible story stuff about him when I have nothing to do. This project will likely be abandoned just like all the others; my strength is creating ideas, not finishing them. Other games haven't really held my interest. Star Trek Online is getting kind of stale, though that's probably because I don't have a group of people to play it with. Console games haven't been able to hold my interest lately, the one exception is Bioshock 2. It's an awesome game and I would love to finish it, but Geli likes it too so I'm restricting myself to the weekends on that one, the game has enough depth that missing any of it is detrimental and I don't want to do that to her. We're also watching Farscape (which is awesome, and if you read this and haven't seen it, SEE IT), juggling both is an interesting since Bioshock is the kind of game that'll black hole your time if you're not careful.
That's enough for now. Thanks for eating up half an hour LJ. Current Mood: bored
|Monday, July 6th, 2009|
I'm back in school. It's very strange. My professor thinks she's a high school teacher. Current Mood: cranky
|Thursday, February 5th, 2009|
|Because I'm Bored
Rules: It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag some people. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real . . . nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.
1. What is your name: Michael
2. A four letter word: Mile
3. A boy's name: Marvin
4. A girl's name: Melissa
5. An occupation: Miner
6. A color: Mauve
7. Something you wear: Mittens
9. A food: Meatballs
10. Something found in the bathroom: Mirrors
11. A place: Milan
12. A reason for being late: My car broke down. (see what I did there?)
13. Something you shout: Monkeys!
14. A movie title: Miracle on 34th Street
15. Something you drink: Milkshake
16. A musical group: My Chemical Romance
17. An animal: Millipede
18. A street name: Martin Luther King Blvd.
19. A type of car: Mazda
20. The title of a song: My Own Prison Current Mood: bored
|Tuesday, January 6th, 2009|
I had some interesting dreams last night. I had two different ones, but despite the circumstances and the setting being different, the basic dream was the same each time. I was playing putt putt golf (something I haven't done in years I might add), and in both dreams I would do horribly and screw up, and in my anger I would throw the club or smash something or be generally destructive, resulting in embarrassment and further anger. I feel like my subconscious is trying to tell me something. I'm sure I'll figure it out. :P
In other news, life is good. :) The holidays were great, my sister is as awesome as ever. She goes to a Catholic school but she questions everything they tell her. :D I love it! All she ever does is ask questions, she's got a great head on her shoulders. It'll be interested to see how she turns out a few years down the road. My brother's still on medication, but he's pretty stable mentally (a lot more than last year, anyway). He taught me a few guitar exercises and even a riff from Enter Sandman for me to practice, methinks it's time to finally break out the guitar again. My parents are my parents. :P They really haven't changed much. There's talk of my father getting married to the woman he's seeing, but when I asked him about it he didn't seem too keen on the idea. I guess we'll see.
As much fun as it was up there, and as much as I didn't want to leave, I'm glad I'm back. It'll be good to see Geli again. :D Current Mood: happy
|Friday, November 7th, 2008|
Congrats Obama supporters, you elected a charismatic, inexperienced, terrorist loving, elitist, celebrity empty suit who's not telling us everything to the White House!
Also, McCain supporters, I'm sorry your war-mongering, bitter, grumpy, old, flip-flopping, confused, Bush-esque angry maverick with a sense of entitlement didn't get elected. Better luck next time?
Ron Paul '12. Current Mood: amused
|Tuesday, October 14th, 2008|
|Friday, October 3rd, 2008|
And now the "Bailout" bill has passed, 258-117 in the House.
They tell us it's going to get better.
it will get worse.
Mark my words. Current Mood: infuriated
I need to get this out, those of you who don't like political shit can stop reading now. :P
After watching the two debates, the Obama/McCain and Biden/Palin debates, one of the things that sticks out in my head the most regarding the McCain campaigns is one of his arguments for the war on Iraq. It's one of his major reasons for advocating it, from what I can tell and have heard. The argument goes that, a while back in one of his recorded messages, Osama bin Laden
said that Iraq was the (or a, not sure which was said) central front in the "War on Terror."
Read that sentence again and absorb it before I move on.
Alright, now pleas explain to me, how does this justify anything
. Osama bin Laden, by all accounts, is a criminal, and a terrorist, and an all-around asshole who really hates Americans and wants to kill a lot of us. So when he says anything about anything
, how can we honestly take him at his word? Furthermore, if you
were fighting against an enemy like the US in a war, and you wanted to divert their attention as far away from your actual base of operations as possible, wouldn't you say something like this? That fact that he and his campaigners can use this as justification for the war in Iraq is beyond ludicrous! It's unthinkable! To think that because Osama bin Laden
said it, it's therefore the truth? John, if you truly expect me to believe that you are the best qualified candidate to handle foreign policy issues, this is certainly not
the way to do it. If you want my vote, grow a fucking brain.
That's all for now. >.< More to come I'm sure. Current Mood: angry
|Tuesday, August 19th, 2008|
|Something exciting happened!
I got hit by a car. >.> I was on my bike on the way to work and there was a car waiting to turn onto the road (I was on the sidewalk) and as soon as I got in front of it she started to go. I was in the way. :P She got all freaked out and started crying, for a split second I felt sorry for her and then I remembered she hit me with her car
, so that didn't last very long. The bruises all over my arms and legs will be an annoyance for a while, though thankfully there was no head injury and I didn't break anything, so all in all I count myself lucky.
|Thursday, July 10th, 2008|
The Senate today voted to give the telecommunications companies, who broke the law just because George Bush told them too, complete immunity to prosecution for what they did, along with giving the government more blanket power to surveil whoever they feel like in the name of fighting terrorism without warrants. And the funny thing is, Mr. Messiah himself Barack Obama voted for
I guess he's nothing special after all.
|Monday, June 30th, 2008|
|For those of you who are bored.
If you are on my friends list, I want to know 28 things about you. I don't care if we've never talked or if we already know everything about each other. I really don't. You are obviously on my flist, so let me know with whom I'm friends! Post a reply with your answers. If re-posted I'll fill yours out
1. Your Middle Name:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song or Album:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
9. Do we know each other outside of LJ?
10. What's your philosophy on life?
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
13. What is your favorite memory of us?
14. What is your favorite guilty pleasure?
15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the "world peace, etc." malarkey) - what are they:
17. Can we get together and make a cake?.
18. Which country is your spiritual home?
19. What is your big weakness?
20. Do you think I'm a good person?
21. What was your best/favorite subject at school:
22. Describe your accent:
23. If you could change anything about me, would you?
24. What do you wear to sleep?
25. Trousers or skirts?
26. Cigarettes or alcohol?
27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?
|Friday, March 21st, 2008|
[begin random short story related to Star Wars campaign]
"Admiral? I have the report you asked for."
Admiral Dinan stepped out of his command chair on the bridge of the star destroyer Dauntless
and turned to face the young Lieutenant. "Thank you, that will be all," he said, taking the datapad from his outstretched hand. The Lieutenant, a fresh recruit by the look of him, saluted smartly and turned on his heel to leave the bridge. He reached into his side pocket and pulled out a pair of antique reading glasses, slipping them on and keying an authorization code into the pad. Text scrolled slowly on the screen as he read intently, a frown of disapproval forming on his face as he did. His mercenary band had failed to eliminate their targets, and they were demanding a higher fee from him, stating some nonsense about not having been properly briefed on their threat level. He'd informed them that this band of bounty hunters was to be approached with caution and considered extremely dangerous, apparently these mercenaries had not taken those words to heart. No matter there were other methods available to him. "Ensign Niogi, open a comm channel to the nearest Imperial Security Bureau station and route it to my office."
"Aye sir," Niogi's reply came from the crew pit. Dinan clasped his hands behind his back and traversed the catwalk, the door to his office swishing aside to admit him. He sat at his desk, sliding his model star destroyer a little further from the edge of it before activating his computer terminal. Almost immediately the screen flared to life and the somber face of an Imperial Intelligence agent appeared on the screen. "What can I do for you Admiral?" he said dryly.
"I need an update on the operation I requested last month," he replied, ignoring the agent's tone. "Specifically, the whereabouts of Major Pec'Toric and his crew."
"One moment," the agent replied. An image of the ISB logo replaced the agent's face on his screen, and he leaned back in his chair and waited.
[to be continued after work, it's busy here now]
He was just about to re-initiate contact himself when the screen flashed to life again and the unnamed ISB Agent's face appeared. "Here we are, Captain Jacen Pec'Toric," he said, looking at something off-screen. "Last known whereabouts Nar Shadaa, the Smuggler's Moon," he said.
"Well there's no surprise," Dinan scoffed. "Is he still there?"
"According to our sources, he left two days ago for parts unknown."
Dinan's frown turned into a glare. "Did you get his last known hyperspace trajectory?" he said quietly.
"One of our agent's in Mako Spince's operation caught a fragment, enough to tell us that he's likely headed for the Corporate Sector."
Dinan leaned back in his chair, pressing his fingers together in contemplation. "This could work to our advantage," he said. "Thank you agent, that will be all."
"For the Empire," the agent said before closing down the transmission. Dinan mulled over this new information, a scowl of concentration evident on his hawkish features. Full of mercenaries, thugs, bounty hunters, and all manner of shady businessmen, the Corporate Sector was the perfect place to get whatever one needed, for the right price. Including people. He stood from his desk and made his way back to the bridge, resolving to get in touch with his contact in the CS as soon as possible. There was still a chance this could go his way.
|Tuesday, March 11th, 2008|
That is all kinds of awesome.
|Wednesday, February 20th, 2008|
|More WoW Insanity
So I got kicked out of my WoW guild for posting a douchey post on the guild's forum. I wish I knew why this game turns me into such an asshole, I'm not a douche in real life am I? If I am tell me, so I can change, 'cuz that's not cool! It's so weird, everything that happened in that guild I saw as a personal attack against me, when quite obviously it wasn't. I'd like to know how I got so paranoid and when it started. Maybe it's all the tin-foil hat shit I read on the internet, even though I try really hard not to take any of that stuff seriously.
Maybe I need to just take a break from the internet altogether. Which is impossible considering where I work, but at least leave it alone at home. No WoW, no forums, no instant messaging, no gmail, no LJ.
Yeah right. :P
PS: What irks me is that I can't even get on the forum and apologize properly for being a douche, everyone in that guild will simply assume that I'm an asshole and will always be an asshole, and will probably never play with me again. Meh, I guess it doesn't matter too much. There are plenty of other people to play with besides them. And worst-case scenario I could always transfer servers, start fresh.
|Thursday, January 24th, 2008|
I'd like to share a quotation from "Children of Dune," by Frank Herbert, that I thought was very good and might even be relevant to our time.
"What you of the CHOAM Directorate
(think Microsoft in space) seem unable to understand is that you seldom find real loyalties in commerce. When did you last hear of a clerk giving his life for the company? Perhaps your deficiency rests in the false assumption that you can order men to think and cooperate. This has been a failure of everything from religions to general staffs throughout history. General staffs have a long record of destroying their own nations. As to religions, I recommend a rereading of Thomas Aquinas. As to you of CHOAM, what nonsense you believe! Men must want to do things out of their own innermost drives. People, not commercial organizations or chains of command, are what make great civilizations work. Every civilization depends upon the quality of the individuals it produces. If you over-organize humans, over-legalize them, suppress their urge to greatness - they cannot work and their civilization collapses.
I could write a detailed analysis of this one quote, but I'm do lazy for that. :D I figured sharing it would be enough. Current Mood: tired
|Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008|
I'm going to talk for a minute about WoW guild politics. Feel free to ignore this rant if you either don't play WoW, or don't want to hear me bitch. :P Specifically my experience with this particular guild, dubbed "Lagomancers." Now I realize WoW is just a game, and I probably shouldn't be as angry about this as I am, but on the other hand it's also a community with real people behind it. And some of those people seem to be out to ruin it for the rest of us.
First I'll briefly go over the ranking system, and then I'll get to my beef with them. "Space Monkeys" are new members (lowest rank) who have yet to do any grouping or raiding and are still in the test phases, so to speak. "Slackers" have proven themselves somewhat as far as groups and raids go, but don't quite have the gear or the skill to be considered 'good' yet. "Bruisers" are, as far as I can tell, a random rank, slightly above Slacker. "Veteran Raider" is the highest status one can get before being an "officer," it means you've proven yourself to have a level of skill necessary for the end-game stuff and have the gear to match. "Miscreants" are officers (as far as I can tell the only power they have is to decide who gets what loot after bosses are killed, and occasionally advise the guild master). There are more ranks, but they don't really make a difference aside from "Admiral" or "Guild Master," the one with ultimate authority over every guild-related decision made.
The problem I'm having is, the "Miscreants" and "Admiral" are not consistent with their promotions, at least not where I'm concerned. A player named Gusty joined the guild not a month ago, and in that time she went straight up the ranks to "Miscreant" with little apparent effort. Another player named "Ranak" joined the guild even later than she did, and he's already been promoted to "Veteran Raider" status. There are other examples of this sort of rapid advancement, but I can't think of them off the top of my head at the moment.
As for me? I've been playing this game for years. Some of the people in Lagomancers (including the guild master) used to be in another guild with me, and knew me. I raided with them, and they knew I was capable. I joined this guild months ago, and I was only recently
considered "Veteran," despite all my experience with this game that these people knew I had
. And then, just recently, I made a few comments about how we weren't progressing on content that should be simple, and later left a raid early (it was midnight and I needed sleep, I informed them of this) and then missed a few more raids due to things that happened in real life (this was also explained). What happened in response to this? I was demoted
and subsequently denied access
to a raid.
I can't help but feel like I'm being shit on.
There are two courses of action I'm considering in response to this. 1: I walk away. I tell these dipshits exactly what I think of them and leave for greener pastures. Or 2: I step it up. I keep my feelings to myself (or only share them with specific officers I know I can trust), and I surpass even my previous performance in raids, just to show these guys what they really have. I haven't decided which path I will ultimately choose, but now that I've said my piece I think I'm just going to shut up and play. :P During one of last nights raids against a boss involving ten people, I very nearly did a job single-handedly that normally requires three
people to do, with a sub-par character. If that doesn't send a message, nothing will.
Edit: And on a side not, R.I.P. Heath Ledger, and congratulations to the folks who made The Dark Knight. Your movie is going to make an even more ridiculous amount of money than it was before. Current Mood: annoyed
|Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008|
So I wore my shiny new iPod to work for the first time this morning as a little experiment, and I was surprised by some of the things that happened. First and foremost, as soon as I walked out of my apartment I felt self-conscious. As I walked there was no one around, so the feeling lessened a bit, but as soon as I started running into people it came back. And the more people were around, the worse it got. At a few points every ounce of me wanted to simply yank those things out of my ears and stuff them back into my bag, never to see the light of day again, but this was an experiment and I was determined to see it through. Along with the self-consciousness, I also felt kind of silly, walking around with those white wires running into my pocket just like in the commercials. And when I saw other people with their iPods, it didn't make me feel any better. I thought they
looked pretty dumb too, which only made me more self-conscious, yada-yada. Toward the end it was just me walking along the road to my office, so I felt better about listening, but all and all it was not a pleasant experience.
Maybe it's just me, but the thought crossed my mind as I was listening to my DragonForce that this was not something man was meant to do. I felt like I was insulting my ape-like ancestors, who I can only imagine would walk the plains with all senses alert to the outside world, weary of any predators that might come along and snatch them from the grass. I also noticed (at first anyway) that while obviously my hearing was impaired, I was paying more visual attention to my surroundings. Maybe that was my paranoia made manifest, or maybe it was just my stubborn refusal to turn into a zombie.
The last thing I noticed was that I felt closed off to the outside world. Now I'm not the most conversational guy in the world, but even if I don't usually initiate conversation, I like to have the option open for someone else to do so. With the headphones on, it's like they closed me off to everyone. I obviously knew that I wouldn't mind if someone tried to talk to me with the headphones in, but I also knew that I don't usually bother people listening to music for fear of seeming rude. Suddenly I was the one listening, and I'm here to tell you, feeling isolated from everyone is not an experience I would be interested in repeating. I felt alone in the crowd, so to speak.
So here's to you iPod. I hope you enjoyed your one day under a clear sky, but from this point on you get to sit on my desk, plugged into my computer. Enjoy your new status as a portable hard drive. I can almost hear it's tiny little cries of denial. Current Mood: relieved