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Tuesday, June 16th, 2009
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7:21 am
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Today is coconuthead's birthday. Celebrate accordingly.
And by "accordingly," I mean, "by building an enormous statue in her likeness, preferably one that shoots laser beams from its eyes."
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| Sunday, May 31st, 2009
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9:55 pm
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When you're a pessimist, there is no pleasure in being right. Optimism hurts too much. There is no reward for caring.
So I'm going to stop.
current mood: fuck this shit
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| Saturday, May 30th, 2009
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10:48 am
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So, I know at least two of you plays City of Heroes And/Or Villains. Maybe three. But in case there's more of you, I'd like to let you know that I've finally finished my Mission Architect story arcs.
The Color of Money (ID# 200371) and The Color of Money, Pt. 2 (ID# 200373) pit the players against the Poolhall Gang, a criminal organization that had been destroyed in the Rikti Invasion, but are now looking to reestablish themselves in Paragon City. It's up to you to take them down!
So, yeah. Check it out, tell me what you think. If you play CoX, I mean. If not...well, I don't know. Do something else, I guess.
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| Wednesday, May 13th, 2009
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10:25 pm - 6-2 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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| Friday, May 1st, 2009
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5:22 am - BEER.
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The results of the epic team-up in this months cursey/coco crossover issue.
Brewing: done.
Fermentation: has begun.
T-Minus 6 weeks.
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| Tuesday, April 28th, 2009
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2:46 pm - WHITE vs. RED RAGE!
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Two of my friends have posted angry things on facebook. One's mad about Arlen Specter switching sides; the other's yelling about the historical shitty treatment of Indians.
I'm trying to resist the urge to poke fun at both of them. It's not easy.
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| Friday, April 24th, 2009
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3:34 pm - GET YOUR DORK ON!
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| Tuesday, April 21st, 2009
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4:31 pm - IT'S HERE!
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| Saturday, April 18th, 2009
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11:54 pm - What's up?
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Well, I had some pizza, and now I've got a full evening of watching TV and playing video games.
That's my Saturday night.
That's *every* Saturday night.
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| Friday, April 17th, 2009
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3:27 pm - I finally did it.
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| Wednesday, March 25th, 2009
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6:57 am - A meme what been ganked from fairytailreaper
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Here's five things that she associates with me:
Wrestling -- Games -- Comedy -- Hair -- Music
And now, explanations.
Wrestling: I spent seven years as a ring announcer and manager for a little indy wrestling fed in Sioux City. Sadly, they closed their doors two years ago.
Games: I'm a board game geek, and have introduced FTP and her man to many fun ones. Empire Builder, 10 Days In..., TransAmerica/Europa, and Mwahahaha!, just to name a few.
Comedy: My love of comedy dates back to mom's old Bill Cosby and Smothers Brothers records from when we were kids.
Hair: I haven't cut mine in about two and a half years. It's pretty long.
Music: Since my tastes usually lie just outside the norm, most people haven't heard of the stuff I like. Which is good, because it lets me share. The latest thing I shared was Kaki King, who does amazing things with an accoustic guitar.
If you would like (and most of you probably won't), comment to me and I will give you a list of 5 things I associate with you and you can tell me what they mean.
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| Tuesday, February 17th, 2009
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4:22 pm - Can't stop the signal.
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Today's the day. Tonight at midnight (as far as I understand it) we're shutting down our analog transmitters. We don't technically have to do it today, as they pushed back the deadline to mid-June, but we're doing it now anyway, because (a) we're ready, and (b) we'll save money.
And if I understand the timing right, I get to be on duty when we do it. I AM THE MAN WHO WILL BRING DOWN PUBLIC TELEVISION! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
I'm excited for this. It's not every day that you get to destroy everything. (What I'm not excited for: all the people who are going to call in about lost signals because they don't have converter boxes.)
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| Saturday, February 14th, 2009
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1:47 am - Ganked from gdwessel
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I may not have the best lj friends, but dammit, my lj friends do. Case in point, this thing that the aforementioned gdwessel linked from someone else:
http://calamityjon.livejournal.com/1119852.html
AMAZING.
And, happy Valentine's/Horny Werewolf day. (Again, thanks to gdwessel for mentioning that.)
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| Wednesday, February 11th, 2009
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9:37 pm - LIVEJOURNAL SINGALONG TIME!
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Ready?
There's a hole in the bucket,
Dear Liza, dear Liza,
There's a hole in the bucket,
Dear Liza, a hole.
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| Thursday, January 15th, 2009
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7:28 pm - Picture time!
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Two and a half years ago, I got a tattoo. You may remember me talking about it...but unfortunately, most of you never got to see it.
This past Christmas, I got a digital camera. So let's nip this issue in the bud right now.
Whatcha think?
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| Monday, January 5th, 2009
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4:39 pm - American Tech Support FTW!
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Called up the X-Box people so that they could send a medic for my system. But instead, they kicked me over to a guy in X-Box Live. There, a nice young man with plans for world domination (seriously, he even said so) had me delete my gamer profile, and then recover it.
Now? My profile is back. No corruption. No ridiculous loading times. That one little fix took care of all the problems.
Boom. Shaka. Laka.
Now I don't have to wait for Roy Orbison! (Well, I do, because the Orbison pack for Rock Band doesn't come out until tomorrow...but you know what I mean.)
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| Sunday, January 4th, 2009
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8:42 pm - ANGRY WHOPPER
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It has been a frustrating day.
I woke up to discover that my roommate took her Wii with her when she went back to Texas. I can't be too mad about it, since it's...y'know, hers...but still. She left it here when all she had was the sports thing, but now that she's got the Zelda game, away it goes. Bah.
I got Shaun of the Dead in from Netflix, but hadn't gotten around to it. When I opened the envelope, I discovered that the disc had two very large cracks in it. Seriously, the thing is almost split into thirds.
And now, the icing on today's crap cake: looks like my 360's fucked. It's been having problems for months, but I never got them checked on 'cause I'm dumb...and when I fired it up to play some Rock Band this afternoon, my gamertag didn't show up. Turns out that my profile had gotten corrupted. Plus, after spending an hour on the phone with tech support (half of which was taken by the guy on the other end trying to figure out my address), I found out that I'll have to send it in for repairs for the other problems. And since I never filled out the warranty card, that'll cost a bunch of money! Oh boy!
How much you want to bet that my TV will explode if I try to turn it on?
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| Saturday, December 27th, 2008
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10:42 am
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I bought blueberry beer last night! They had it in my very own liquor store! It's called Wild Blue, made by Blue Dawg Brewery, and it's...not that good, actually. Certainly not a patch on the sheer awesomeness of Bunker Hill or Ipswich that I had out in Boston last year. I mean, it's purple. The head is magenta, for crap's sake. That ain't right. I mean, it's okay, but it's basically alcoholic fruit juice. While looking into reviews just now, I saw someone call it "the Boone's Farm of beer." While I am pleased at the effort, I am disappointed with the execution. Oh, well. Looks like I'll just have to go to Boston again for the real thing.
Tomorrow, the Detroit Lions will try to avoid being the first team to go 0-16 on a season, and the first winless team since the expansion Buccaneers in '76. They are playing the Green Bay Packers and, as a Packers fan, I am scared shitless by this game, because I don't have confidence in their ability to beat anyone right now. Seriously, I bet I could go out there by myself and hang 17 points on that defense. And I can't even kick.
Got some decent stuff for Christmas; nothing spectacular. Except for the stocking cap thing that coco knitted for me, which looks like one of the Chompy things from Super Mario Brothers. It is incredible beyond words.
Car died on Sunday; fixed on Wednesday--dead battery. The replacement ended up being my brother's Christmas present to me. Had that not been necessary, his gift would have been a subscription to Playboy. He's classy like that.
Dad gave out some pretty amusing Christmas cards. Maybe I'll tell you about it.
Overall, this Christmas was OK. Not much in the way of excessive bastardry, except for when I elbowed my cousin in the head because he broke my glasses. Fucker. (Redneck, ever the helpful and courteous one, fixed them. The screw he used didn't really fit, but it was sturdy, and held without problem long enough for me to get them actually fixed. So that was nice.)
Last night I did a task force on CoH with TeddyRoosevelt, two-fisted president and defender of justice. Usually during my CoX sessions, I'll put in some music so that I don't get bored with battle sounds. Since I got some CDs for Christmas, I used those. Gotta say, it's a little weird to be bashing in heads to a soundtrack of Chopin.
Just watched Citizen Cohn, which I got in through Netflix. After watching that, and Winchell a few weeks ago...it's interesting how the great "anti-Communist crusaders" seemed to all have shitty lives in the end. Maybe it's karma. Who knows.
Apparently the Spirit movie is absolute shit. This is disappointing, because I finally read some of the Darwyn Cooke run of the comic book, and it's great. Boo, Frank Miller. Boo.
I've put together a track listing for a CD I plan to make soon, sampling the best of the music I heard/acquired in 2008. (Not necessarily music made in 2008; that would be either very short or consisting of about three different artists.) If you're good, I'll post the track listing. See what you think.
Finally: I am awesome. And so are you.
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| Thursday, December 25th, 2008
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1:25 pm - It's the most wonderful part...of the cow.
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I don't think I posted this again last year, so it's time to restart the tradition. With all apologies to everyone, ever, here is the story of the Best Night Before Christmas Ever.
Ahem.
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Grandma's house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Of course, no one was there--we were at Mary Anne's,
A house large enough to fit the whole Johnson clan.
The children were restless, and made plenty of noise
Eager to unwrap their brand new Christmas toys.
It was getting late, also, so decision was swift,
And we all adjourned downstairs to pass out the gifts.
Since the beginning of time, that job always did
Belong to our dad, helped by all little kids.
But this year, all the young kids belonged to Aunt Sue,
So she felt that the old method just wouldn't do.
"All right, let's get started!" she said with a shout.
"You big kids come over and hand the gifts out!"
She then turned away, as if the case were shut,
We looked at Aunt Susan and then we thought... "What?"
Some of us wondered why she should decide,
While the rest searched for ingenious places to hide.
But there was one with whom this plan just wouldn't wash,
And we knew in an instant, it was going to be Josh.
He said not a word, but went straight to his beer
Intensely pretending that he didn't hear.
But not even he could ignore the new shame,
When she ordered again, and called us by name.
"Now Matthew! Now Joseph! Now Luke and now Laura!"
"Now Josh!" thereby opening a box marked 'Pandora.'
"Come get the presents from under the tree,
And distribute them to us, like, A.S.A.P.!"
Josh could have sought trouble, but chose to eschew it.
He said "No", and felt that was all there was to it.
It was not the reply on which Susan had planned.
How dare he deny her specific command?
This volatile moment Susan could have defused,
Had she listened when Josh had politely refused.
But she pressed on the matter, and ordered again,
This time with the backing of old Uncle Ken.
Sure, he'd been drinking, but you can't blame the beer
For the tendrils of smoke pouring out of his ears.
By the look on his face, scowling and rough,
I could tell that my brother had had just enough.
Once more he was asked, and once more he said "No,"
And then he told Kenny just where he could go.
Josh ripped him a new one, and Aunt Susan too.
He turned faces red as he turned the air blue.
"This is bullshit," he shouted, "the one thing that I'll pass
"Is the point of that Christmas tree, straight up your ass."
The tirade continued, not short and not sweet,
Using words even I'm too ashamed to repeat.
Josh's rant went on before all our relations,
Who bore horrified witness to his aggravation.
Their incessant badgering produced the effect
Of no gifts handed out, and one pissed-off redneck.
Some feelings were hurt, but Josh did not care;
He kept muttering curses and went up the stairs.
But I heard him exclaim, as he stormed out of sight,
"If you don't like it, you can lick 'em!"
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| Monday, December 1st, 2008
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8:45 am - Today's announcement.
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