A Casual loop October 11, 2007
Posted by adrenjarvi in Event.Tags: Blogging, Events, Halo, Humor, jerry, Microsoft
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I Purchased the Orange Box today, and Jeebus is it a value. But that is for later. What I bring you Now is nothing short of magic.
People by now are used to the idea of Liveblogging- as the event occurs, the resourceful blogger writes a minute-by-minute testimony of the actions. However, through the power of Science®, I can now break free from this reality- reliant and soon-archaic form of blogging, and move on to what I know usher in: “FutureBlogging.”
Thats right, using ‘certain technologies‘, I can now peer through the curvature of space and see exactly what will occur at tonights event- the Halo 3 Party at CCSU, hosted by Microsoft (I.E., me). I will be too busy tonight, so Futureblogging is my only respite. So now, allow me to take blogging in this brave new direction: I present to you, The Future Blogging of tonight’s event!
4:00 P.M.- Looks like the tables are all set up. I put in a call to Jerry, he’ll be along soon.
4:15 P.M.- tech guys were cool. The Xbox Looks damn sexy on the projector. Damn sexy.
4:30 P.M.- Jerry Showed, and we put in a few rounds on Team Fortress 2. I know, Odd.
5:00 P.M. Some people came in looking for a different event- official lookin’ people. Jerry told them they where wrong, but I was smiling as I saw the crowd Gathering outside.
5:15 P.M.- We turn up the Volume on team fortress to stir the crowds outside.
5:20 P.M.-Jesus! Got our televisions, with no warning. Not a bad suprise, but me and jerry set up the remaining Xboxen.
5:37 P.M.- Call from Dad. Pizza’s are all ready, He’ll be here soon.
5:40 P.M.- The Nucleic crew is all here! this is awesome, they had to fight through a gathering crowd.
5:55 P.M.- laptops are all set, I even noticed the Microsoft Evangelist outside, gave them a wave.
6:00 P.M.- Doors Open. Oh. My. God, lotsa people.
6:12 P.M. Jesus. Popular.
6:40 P.M. This is just ridiculous. We just hit 75 registered people. this will require more time.
7:00 P.M We’re out of cups.
7:12 P.M.- Official tournament begins, first round ends in a shotgun-melee victory. Loser throws
controller at me. It Hurt pretty bad.
7:35 P.M.- I have noticed several central-peoples looking in on us, getting an odd combination of shame and pride in my action. I am fairly certain the governor is supposed to come here tommorow. Hmm.
8:00 P.M.-Tournament continues. We are low on pizza.
8:14 P.M.-I am calling the police to declare Jerry Official dead… I have not seen him for hours.
8:23 P.M.-It smells like…. well, it smells.
8:34 P.M.- Many more hostile gamers are confused an outraged as a woman, reportedly named “KATE-LINN,”, has made it to the semi-finals.
8:45 P.M. Riots have broken out as both the pizza and cardboard pizza boxes have been consumed. I believe I saw a gnawed finger on the ground, it may have been Tina’s. My Condolences to the Janerio family.
9:00 P.M.-We have officially moved on to sectarian violence, as our angry mob has now left the confines of alumni Hall and overtaken the student center. I think I saw someone setting up a defensive turret.
9:29 P.M.- I can safely say we have overtaken the campus. I have counted at least one Orgy.
9:35 P.M.- Two, two orgies.
9:47 P.M. -The Police have responded, but apparently they have fashioned several destroyed car parts into effective melee weaponry. I am horrified, but frankly, proud.
9:58 P.M.- I get a call from Doc that our warband has grown to cover most of Hartford county.
10:04 P.M.- I Finally saw Jerry, Nude, massacring what appeared to be a group of Marching band kids. We locked eyes, nodded, and continued on our ways.
10:22 P.M.- I have commandeered a tank, and I believe I am making a march on washington. My face has been on a flag, and I am proud.
10:33 P.M.- Somehow my warband has stretched to the coast, igniting many into revolution. Bush Agrees to terms with me at the Connecticut border. I meet at the beach, because I like the beach.
10:45 P.M.- After ten minutes of deliberation, culminating in a very short slayer game, Bush Surrenders the country over to my revolution. I re-dub it “Jarvisland”, Make marijuana Legal, and outlaw the sale of all sony products. I am the new President, And on My cabinet, I install Penn and Teller, (the still nude) Jerry, Joshua delaney and Doc’s Son, little man. I install a constitutional Democratic Socalist government, and I slap Bush on my way out.
10:47 P.M.- World Peace.
11:05 P.M.- Matthew Davidson is crowned as winner of the Halo 3 Tournament.
11:40 P.M.- The night ends quietly as we spend some time cleaning up.
This is Nigh!
-F9
See, this is what I mean. August 20, 2007
Posted by adrenjarvi in Family.Tags: , dad, Future, Humor
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Why do I want to be a father, eventually? Check out this exchange last night at 12:45.
I come home after hanging out with some friends. As is customary, I just slightly open the door, find out if everyone is home, say good night and all. My father has just rearranged the room so the bed is on the other side, away from the door. Check the script;
Me: Goodnight, dad. Everyone home?
Dad: Yeah.
Me: Alright, I’ll lock the door.
Dad:(brief silence). Y’know, I heard you come in, I was going to stand on the other side of the door and scare you.
Me: . . . .
Dad: . . . .
Me: Love you, Good night.
-F9
MetaPausing;Paternal insticts August 8, 2007
Posted by adrenjarvi in Family.Tags: dad, Family, Humor, Paternity
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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 Kinda want to be a Father.
No, no, not now. Dear god, not anytime soon. But there is something about it… perhaps it was my mother’s Daycare when i was young? I do not really know, but something about the father/son dynamic has always appealed to me greatly.
Perhaps it is the Creation aspect? People in the nucleus know that I make many mention of creating the game, referring to it as our child, our creation, and most of my odd metaphors center around this relationship. This is definatley possible, being able to look at your child (digitally or analog) and being able to say “I am in here. I made this.” It’s like ripping out a part of your soul to breathe life into something else. I dunno, it is so damn romantic in my head.
Perhaps it is the social dynamic? One not need look far into my life to find this kinda of Father/son ( or certainly Mentor/Student, Leader/Confidants) type of dynamic- Work, School, Home, friends- they all have a single individual (You probably know who you are) who I could consider a mentor/father figure, or people who look to me as the same. It is mostly tight-nit, unique groups that don’t seem to be in the social norm. Could this be it? The Penultimate Father/son relationship, namely, Father and son? Someone who is so sure I am cool, until age 12, where I shall be ( If slang evolves as I believe it might) “Not Silly-sick Phat.”
I am not really sure why I am always looking for someone to take under my wing- some analysts would say that I had a lack of a father figure growing up, but that is not the case. We still watch the “Alex And Dad” talk-show parodies that filled my childhood with giggles and toys. Further evidence lies in the fact that next to me is a list with two columns; Comics that I am buying tomorrow, and comics I am buying for him.
Hm.
Maybe I want someone who I can be sure, at least at a genetic level, is somewhat as nerdy as I am.
And hopefully, I will understand him.*
-F9
*Prolly not.
Convention-al July 16, 2007
Posted by adrenjarvi in Nerd.Tags: BET, Connecticon, Humor, Nerd, Youtube
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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
Posted by adrenjarvi in silly.Tags: , Coat, Doctor who, Goodwill, Humor, JBJ, Outback
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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
Clear evidence of a God June 11, 2007
Posted by adrenjarvi in Uncategorized.Tags: argument, Atheism, deism, god, Humor, religion
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Well, at least for me.
My entire life I had been fed Catholic Rhetoric. Nothing too crazy- nowhere near the fundamentalists. Luckily, I was raised in a household that called for free thought, and at a young age I was taught to think for myself. I know it sounds like an oxymoron, but it was a very good way to learn, despite that it has ultimately led me away from traditional Christendom and into the realm of Deism.
“But wait,” A friend said, “Isnt’t Deism Atheism without the chutzpah?”
I paused, waiting, nay, praying, that he elaborate.
“It’s like you utilize all the logic of atheism, but still decide to believe in the unnecesary creator.” Without getting into the huge philosophical argument, I looked at him.
“I know there is a God.”
“What?”
“Not only am I sure there is a God, I know that she has one huge fucking sense of humor.”
“How?”
I smiled.
“Well, my old friend, let me tell you.”
The story begins in my Eight grade. I was about 13, and a member of John Wallace Middle school in Newington Connecticut. We had been learning about the second World War, a topic I enjoyed learning about, when he had some pacific island Veterans come to speak with us as a surprise. I talked the entire time to my friends, asking questions to the veterans, and let me tell you- they where a class act. They got emotional, they told of heroic, and less heroic moments of the war in the Pacific. They shared horrors, they shared triumphs. They sang for us- it was great. As we began to leave – two whole hours longer than we where supposed to be there – I was pulled aside by a teacher.
“They are joining us for lunch. We are inviting some of the students to eat with them, would you like to do that?”
I smiled in agreement.
As I shared moments with these people, I found a deeper understanding of the war, them sharing personal information that many people do not hear from their family. The entire faculty liked them so much that they where again asked to talk with us- but not in the large auditorium, because we had not reserved the room. Instead, they followed us around to our wing of classes. Our school was basically a large circle, and in order to get to the wing, we needed to pass many of the others.
It was then that I heard a voice.
No, not voice. Voices.
Chanting.
My nearby teacher turned to me and his eyes went wide, his body arching towards the Veterans, leading the pact of students around our halls.
The chanting grew louder.
While his mouth did not speak, his eyes spoke volumes.
The seventh grade was learning about foreign cultures, as I did when I was in the grade. However, a new teacher took things to a new level – she called it immersion. Around the curvature of the hallway, there came an entire class of students chanting in Japanese, two flagbearers holding the Japanese flag, and every student wearing Japanese armbands and headbands.
I kid you not- the room got intensely quiet, even the air conditioning shut off.
It was in that brief moment in time, the tension so strong that I saw teachers wince, where my eyes cast an upwards glance, a small tear formed in my eye, my mouth creating crude smile.
“He Is real!”
- A F K
