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In Which Several Days of Excersize are Wasted July 31, 2007

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1 box of Blast-O-Butter.

1 Bag of Tostito’s.

2 Cans of nacho cheese. Cans.

3 Boxes of Coke Cans.

1 Order of mac-a-roo and cheese.

2 Bloomin Onions.

1 Nintendo Wii.

3 Controllers.

1 Copy of Phantasy Star Online.

2 Seasons of Doctor Who.

2 Great friends to share it all with.

-f9

Overt Sadness in Web2.0, or: breaking up is hard to do July 28, 2007

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Shit happens.

We all know that.

People grow, that happens too.

But I, ladies and gentlemen, am sentemental to a fault.

On the day that I became single (what some would call “freedom”, though that term I have problems with) after a very long, very powerful four-year relationship, I can’t remember much. I can remember hanging up a phone, and suddenly feeling my very wet face. I can recall going into a room full of guys and playing guitar hero II on the Xbox, facing the screen as they didn’t notice tears running down my face ( I was playing Woman by Wolfmother; Irony sandwich). But one thing I recall most of all is the ever-so-important changing of the guards- the omnipotent and quintessential moment, the marker in which both myself and the world acknowledge that it has been changed:

I changed my status on facebook from “In a relationship” to “Single.”

This demon, This social network, this thing; I have learned to hate.

At a moments notice, I can see a picture of her. I can see a picture of us. I can see a happy moment, a smile, some part of myself I offered her, as a child offers a pasta-picture to his parents on mothers/fathers day. I can see conversations; innocent, free, not different than the conversations that I have with others, but I can see them. I can see a technical question she poses to a forum; I yearn to answer it, but I can’t. I want to. I won’t. *

I come across pictures of us, whose tag of hers is oddly missing… I can imagine a teary evening of erasing the past on the other side of a machine I built her, an event whose very thought hopes to destroy everything I am.

Despite my outward appearence, I believe it to be quite obvious; I am not over anything. But what is more important is what mental stamp facebook has provided my generation. Book is a wonderful surname for it; it’s like a giant living picture book, an organic memoir. In it, I can look back at years of Happyness, heartache, love and loss. I can see my friends live and die by this acute application, I can see the tempo of my people inherit the script. What hurts more is when that history, that heartbeat, is seemingly swept away. This happens in reality anyway, but one very rarely carves it on a stone and yells it from a mountain.

What is worse: Looking upon the past, dying inside, thinking to yourself, “remember how great that was?”

Or: Seeing the photo’s with two faces but one tag, thinking, “I guess not.” Facebook provides spaces for memories and what should be memories, in a display of technical power and raw emotion.

Despite the pain that facebook can bring in the wee hours of the morning before you have to go to a 7:30 AM meeting, nothing compares to reality. So, I suppose I still have that going for me, as does my generation.**

-F9

*This sounds alot like stalking, but if you have seen facebook, it really isn’t; all relevant information is pretty much thrown in your face, and everything I have said here is basically mandatory reading once you sign in; you can’t not read it, the way it is set up.

** This is not supposed to be emo; it is supposed to be poignant. I won’t do many of these, But I figured if there was one way to look at social networking, it could be like this. This is more about facebook than it is my personal relations.

Pro, then fessional. July 27, 2007

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As much as I enjoyed the big, goofy banner, I decided it must go. In the coming year I plan to use this much more, so here be my newer, professional page.

Oh yeah. Professional.

That being said, check the bottom for mein banner, reborn as a footnote.

Professional.

-F9

MetaPausing: The Fundamental Issue. July 27, 2007

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[MetaPausing is a soon-to-be-repeated blurb about the world around me, not exactly related to gaming, but rather, world issues and things like that. Not that my usual content is necessarily right on track.... but regardless.]

I can recall being a tenth-grade child, perhaps fifteen, going through the chore of confirmation classes. My mother was one of the teachers, and also the leader of the church choir. Being a fairly good catholic boy, I went to every one. Normally, despite my yearning for guilt on a Saturday night, they where all boring. This one was not all that different, but at least they changed the pace; they brought in one of the heavy hitters, one of the higher priests, whose official title ( and likely fancy hat) has been lost to me. He was not a loud man, being quite old, and refused to use the microphone. That pretty much was it for me…. once my imagination learned this, I began to imagine all the odd situations for why this man may not want to use it. My head drifted around, thinking about things ranging from Mic Failure to some sort of Holy Decree, shouting that the word of god shall not come from cheap speakers.

Then, I heard the old man-o-the-cloth speak the following:

“You could then say that we all have a responsibility to due our part to bring about the apocalypse.”

Needless to say, I no longer cared about the microphone. He continued:

“Christ died for your sins, and we know, as Catholics, that he will come again. And it is our job to help bring about this second coming,” the man smiled in a way that might put the Joker to shame, ” in any way we can.”

The speech continued, my brain no longer in a daze, but now a mind-numbing buzz.

After class let out, I was standing outside with the others, waiting for their ride. The boys I was associated with sure enough had taken this in a different way than I had; Imagined Tank rides through downtown, an entire network of shit-filled-flaming bags scouring this earth. My mind was still reluctantly dead.

When I was able to form a sentence, all I could think was how irresponsible something like that is to say, especially to a young mind. Still being fairly innocent, I would later learn words like Fundamentalism, Terrorist, and both left and right “Wings.” But that phrasing stuck with me, like a stray bullet the doc’s can’t safely remove. I had stopped doting on it after roughly two days, but it stayed in the back of my mind. I had grown, my belief in catholicism waned, I moved towards deism as opposed to outright atheism. But the memory was backlogged, cataloged, and other forms of “logged”, gone from my immediate conscious.

And then; I read this.

They are crafting, or trying to craft, public policy on religious rhetoric. I know this is nowhere close to being a new stratedgy- but this isn’t like gay marriage, or abortion. These people are discussing the end-times. The part of the bible that is written, more or less, by “Anonymous.” You can argue The rights of women, or homosexuals, or immigration. But how does one argue taking action against the end-of-times? Bush, or other conservatives, can attempt to block gay marriage via constitutional ban. But in five years, or two months, or a century- it can be overturned, overruled, logic winning against superstition. But one would think that someone who is attempting, quite literally, to “do his part to bring about armageddon”, would pull out all the stops. In fact, I would even posit that one who tries to end the world probably will, second coming or not. That is horrifying.

It reminds me, as many things do, of a comedians’ joke. The Comedian is referencing the phrase “live every day like it is your last”, to which he comments that they never tell you what to do the day after you lived like it was your last day. Imagine a future where people like this get their way, bombs fly and the world is charred. Then Imagine the next day, where there is no son-of-god walking the earth, no converted Jews; no Beasts, no new earth.

I’m not sure, at that point, that a “my bad” would suffice.

-F9

[yes... I am both trying out new sign-offs and new formats to discuss.]

The Coming Of Many Balls July 26, 2007

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There seems to be an odd resurgence in Pokemania as of late- a sort of nostalgia-fueled second-coming of the Poke’mpire. I have found some reasons to stay away from it as of late, but as the summer continues, the small white rectangle moves me to play. I, like others, have found myself aching when moving through logic; the quintessential possessed man who, for a brief moment, realized what torments have been told through his flesh. For instance, consider these terrible thoughts:

-Gastrodon, being both a Water ( sea) and and Ground ( slug) type pokemon, has a unique advantage, similar to Gabe’s Rotom. It is normally vunerable to electric types, but the grounding allows it to basically not give two shits about it. Combined with the fact that the attack “Muddy Water” has my Giant Pink Slug hurling a wave of brown liquid at the opponent basically solidifies his badass status: “I am going to shit on you.”

-The PokeRus Virus, for which I have just obtained on purpose….. actually, that alone is pretty bad.

-Not having a ghost on my team is nigh- Infuriating, for what shall I use to defeat the elite 4?

I can imagine a dystopian future, where my friends – after not seeing me for months- open my door, the oak creaking slowly. The room is covered in cobwebs, where they spot the dim light in the corner. My fingers are slowly tracing the buttons on the screen, my team of enslaved rodents and dragons at the ready. My friends wish to speak, but their voices are as dry as the room that I once called home.

“All of them.” My worn voice breaks the silence. My neck lifts, creaking, as the door before it.

A single tear escapes my dirty, bearded face.

“I Have to Catch Them All.”

-A F K

Convention-al July 16, 2007

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Howdy.

ConnectiCon was last weekend, and I worked all of it.

every day.

the whole thing.

I am incredibly tired, still.

To my Con Homies who are reading this for the first time, Welcome! Soon I shall have various pictures of our conquest.

In the mean time, I leave you with This.

Read a book!

-A F K

No, I said "Tweed". July 8, 2007

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I have an odd fixation on a particular bit of clothing. It is very odd, and it has only crawled out of my subconscious after seeing it repeatedly in a familiar setting. Namely, it is the tweed jacket. Specifically, it is the leather elbow patches of the tweed jacket.

Why, I found myself asking….myself. Why these? Are they some subconscious power thing? Some sort of standard? Are they slimming? Do I want to look like the Doctor? I know not; but I know some.

Well, it had been completely erased from my mind until this afternoon. The Family had decided to go out to eat – we where all over the place today, so we where meeting there in two separate cars. When I arrived, I saw my mother had a glass of wine and was laughing at various things. I smiled for two reasons; one, she would laugh like a hyena at any mild joke. But two, it means I would get to drive home, a wonderful passtime of mine – just taking the long roads, to hell with the gas prices.

In the course of our meal, my mother mentioned charity work she hoped to accomplish, and mentioned the opening of a new goodwill store in the area. I put down my macaroni and cheese-covered-fork and turned like a man who has heard another confess to murder.

“Goodwill store?”

she nodded.

Within minutes, my plate was empty, and I awaited the check to come- the muted ‘all clear’ telling me I could bolt now.

And bolt I did, to that store, and there on the shelf- the only one- it lay waiting for me. $9.99, and by got it fit me like a [used] glove. I put in on the plastic, and when the woman moved it to the bag, I stopped her.

“No need.” I smirked. ” I am going to wear this puppy out.

So, in pure adolescent fashion, I present to you an awkward self-pic of me, my new awesome jacket, and the elbow pads to match.
Doc.

Elbow-jacket Cage match for the Title.

Bring it.

-A F K

Scientists make poor party guests- also, Apple. July 2, 2007

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So there I was, on the interwebs, when I come across this article. Apparently, this is some sort of press release telling the world that “This new machine we have will totally not destroy the world, man.” This is equivalent to your buddy, half-drunk, approaching you with the phrase “Hey, you didn’t want your car, did you?”

You, the invested observer, respond; “Well, Did you do something to my car?”

The hopeful liar pauses, before finally saying, “No.” Lets all toast our impending doom.

In other world-might-be-ending-soon news, I am considering obtaining an apple product- a laptop of some sort, to be precise. Many people will be quick to shout hypocrite, because they know my disdain for the company. But my new train of thought was spurred on by a work announcement and some inner meditation.

At work, we were told that we would be starting “hero jobs” on Mac computers – i.e., we would begin fixing them. Now, my first (snarky) remark was “but don’t they ‘just work’?” but I was immediately stymied by the logic behind us fixing it; people who use macs don’t have it break often, so when it does break, they do not know what to do and will, more or less, freak out ( reinforcing my point; It’s a My First Computer). However, this began to make me think, and I really dissected what I do not like about apple into two things;

1. The iPod, and;
2. People who use Macs.

With 1, I simply believe it to be a bland platform that has established a brand and is resting on it’s laurels. It needs some sort of Innovative Competitor to get it off of it’s ass and start getting better, or it will be overtaken.
As for 2, of course I do not mean all Mac users- I mean only “those” mac users. You know…. the ones who use snarkiness to imply that anyone who uses an “inferior” operating system is three hairs away from an ape. I invision them at one giant starbucks inside of a mac store, sitting on oblong chairs and discussing movies that they will never make. These people I hate with a passion; In fact, one could say that I identify them more outwardly then I do by Mac usage.

What really hit me more than anything was the fact that I realized I know very little about the ins and outs of such a machine. There is a world of information that I need to conquer; an entire sphere of thought that lies at my feet, untouched by my hands. I feel the need to conquer a new interface, and so I choose this, my latests rival-come-friend.

But I am going to Boot camp the living hell out of it.

-AFK