Sunday, April 30, 2006

Quentin Tarantino is fucking retarded.

I went to Sami F.’s birthday party last night.  Aside from the initial awkward silences, it was a really fun time.  Laser Tag, though unfairly divided team-wise, was a blast.  I was totally mediocre in one of the four games!  Anyway, next time I go, I’m bringing a clean shirt and deodorant.  Every one of us was sweating like madness.

Well, I’ve spent a week’s worth of shitty DSL-Lite bandwidth downloading a full DVD rip of Fun with Dick and Jane (3.90 GB), and we ended up watching it at Sami’s house before the Laser Tag (and also, after).  Maybe I'll still keep it, I don’t know yet.

Before the second viewing of Fun with Dick and Jane was Hostel, Quentin Tarantino’s latest glorified shit-pile to be released on DVD.  The best part of the entire movie was when it showed some guy watching Pulp Fiction, one of the greatest movies ever (that and Boondock Saints).  The rest was either softcore porn, poor special effects gore, or plot holes that could envelope a house.  At one point, a van begins moving before you hear the ignition!  I’m just glad that I didn’t pay the $5 or whatever to rent it.  Then, when Sami was complaining about all of the breasts, Brian asked her whose idea it was to watch Hostel, and she said Cavan recommended it.  Well what do you expect from Cavan?!

Monday, April 24, 2006

“Back and forth, I toss and turn, / it feels like strings are holding up my eyes.”

New Found Glory “I’d Kill to Fall Asleep” Catalyst

I had less than four hours of sleep last night because of the shift from vacation time to school time.  It’s a harsh shift.  Of course, there’s no reason for school to begin so early, but I guess I’ll rant on that subject later.

My vacation was pretty uneventful.  I did go to the movies (as mentioned in the previous post), and I did spend a night at Brian’s and a night at Mark’s.  Final Fantasy III/VI (U.S./Jap.) managed to eat far too much of my time.  In fact, I don’t know why I’m not playing right now.  It’s not as bad as Dieff and Shane with Oblivion, but it’s pretty bad.  I haven’t been hooked like this in years.  Unfortunately for my social life, there are over a dozen Final Fantasy games, and that could occupy me for quite a while.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

“This isn’t a war.  This is like humans fighting maggots... or dragons fighting wolves... or humans on dragons throwing wolves at maggots.”

Oliver, Scary Movie 4

I went to see Scary Movie 4 last night.  Obviously, it paled in comparison to the original, but it was still quite funny.  Anyway, this isn’t I.M.D.B., so I’ll move on.  Brian seemed a little bothered with Forrest, more so than usual.  I guess their fishing trip was less Brokeback Mountain than one might’ve thought.  …or maybe more so…  It was pretty funny when Taylor got Forrest to try to sneak back in the theater.  I wonder who caught him… it could’ve been Amber, that would be funny.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

“He’s biting me! The f*cker’s biting me!”

Dr. Evil, Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery

Matt brought home some “broken” computers from work last night.  They would turn themselves on when plugged in and wouldn’t boot.  The problem: no RAM.  There’s a difficult problem.  I had them both running in a matter of minutes.  One’s a Pentium II (350 MHz) and the other’s a Pentium III (450 MHz).  Matt’s going to use the Pentium III for DJing.

There was also a 40 GB hard drive marked “bad”.  I don’t know what the problem is, but it passed a DOS-based full media scan, so I think it’s alright.  I’ll try a second scan tonight.  In the two computers are each 6 GB hard drives, and Mark may have a 10 GB hard drive to give me.  That would give me a total of two 10 GB drives, two 6 GB drives, one 40 GB drive, one 10 GB laptop drive, and one 20 GB laptop drive.  Matt could use the two 10 GB drives, a 6 GB drive, and the 20 GB laptop drive (USB enclosed) to DJ, leaving me with the 40 GB drive, a 6 GB drive, and the 10 GB laptop drive (USB enclosed).

Anyway, mother wants as much of it as possible to go to Matt, even though he’s been DJing off of 10 GB for a long time now.  He’s never had more than 40 GB, and that was the family computer (i.e. loaded with my shit).  Even he would take a while to fill up 46 GB (though only 26 GB now, because we haven’t ordered the USB enclosure).  Also, mother thinks I won’t be using that computer in college.  Bullshit!  I paid good money for that, and I plan on using it.  I just wish that either, a) she learns more about computers before dictating who gets what, or b) she lets Matt decide.  He did bring them home.

Edit: Now that I’m home, I realize that I forgot to explain this post’s title.  While swapping computer guts, a hard drive got stuck.  I got it out with some elbow grease (and headlight fluid), but I cut my hand while doing so.  My mom noticed I was bleeding, and I told her that my hard drive bit me.  It was funnier at the time… I guess you had to be there.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

“Good fences make good neighbors.”

Robert Frost, “Mending Wall”

Wow, I’ve been feeling very blah tonight.  Mostly bad blah.  I actually wanted to go out of the house tonight, but Brian was watching hockey, and Forrest never called.  Oh yeah, I volunteered for the Leo Club today.  (Yes, today, not yesterday, I don’t observe Daylight Savings Time.)  This time, instead of getting stuck in the kitchen working my ass off like last year, I handled escorting people to the takeout area.  There were 4 takeout orders in 2.5 hours.  It would have rocked… if it wasn’t so boring.

I spent most of the night talking to listening to the Futuristic Sex Robotz, reading Mac Hall comics, and talking to Sami F.  We discussed how I’m not ready for college, I need to get out more, and I hate my dogs…  I guess I’m more self-centered than I thought.

I’d better get to bed; I’m actually going to church in the morning.  I haven’t been in a long time. (before Christmas Eve?!)  Maybe Jesus will cheer me up.  G’night all.

Monday, April 03, 2006

Mushroom anyone? (updated)

Town of 12,000 calls in bomb squad over Super Mario power-up cubes.

What the hell?!  Have these people never heard of Super Mario Bros.?  I think VTmruhlin put it best:

Why would you actually think they were bombs? Who puts bombs in golden question mark boxes? The fucking riddler?
I know I’m going to put these up all over R.I.T. next April Fool’s Day.
http://www.qwantz.com/posterchild/

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