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| - - I Exist?
So what have i been up to as of late? Considering that to many, i seem to have fallen off the face of the planet, i shall recap what has been going on. Well i have not been on AIM because i have been rather busy playing Bodachek's (my roomate) trial subscription of World of Warcraft. This worked rather well for me since he tends to go to class, till they are opver at 11am, then sleeps till around 3 or 4pm. Thus leaving me plenty of time between classes to indulge myself. But alas, the trial period is over, so the account needed to be deactivated to keep from getting billed, so i sold all my char's posessions, mailed the money to Boda's alternate char on a frind's account, and threw my practically naked virtual self into Ironforge's great forge while yelling "Suicide death squad go!" i landed in the molten rock below, took a moment to register that i was standing in molten rock, then died. Goodbye Zesty... your stereotypically rougish rouge ways will not be forgotten, until i get to remake you when Boda has his own account in a couple weeks. Yay!
In other random news that i doubt anyone here happens to care about, my personal record for how many sticks of gum i can chew at once stands at 34 pieces (2 Plen-T-Packs of Wrigleys Winterfresh) i probably could have done more, but i ran out of gum... oh well. To prove my awesomeness to you nonbelievers, check this...
Also i did not cheat by taking some of the gum out of my mouth to chew separately, it was all in there the whole time. Booyah. Now back to coding... Whee! | | |
| Whatnot
Okay, so i've been nigh completely lazy for the past couple of months, and for whatever reason, have neglected updating even more than typically ususal. Thusly, lots of random stuff has happened since i got my hot little hands on a Ragnarok server of my own that noone other than me has used as of yet. It would seem that this random day of unseasonal warmth due to a low pressure weather system bringing in a southernly wind has sort of brought me out of hibernation or something. *shrug* Nonetheless, that would meant that in order to write all of the important/unimportant things here as an update would require far more time and space than is currently alloted to my postings. So, to rectify this situation in the slightest way possible, i'll keep most of the events down to only a few words, and try to avoid going into too much detail, because, honestly... who actually cares? So this is to keep things simpler on myself and those of you unfortunate enough to actually read all these things. W00t.
Finals from last semester, and then the long awaited winter break. Hoo-friggin-ha. Applied for werk at Buyers. Accepted. 2 week searh for a Nintendo DS. Waiting at Gamestop for 2 hours for the shipment to come in. Gaming bliss with the aquisition of a coveted DS. Night shift at first day of werk, comprised mostly of wandering about a warehouse and stacking things with 2 (count 'em: 2) different kinds of forklift. (whee! heavy machinery!) Nightshift put on hold indefinately, due to moron coworkers allegedly getting drunk and wrecking one or two of said forlifts. Tato discovers teh joy of 1st shift, and suddenly has much more time to spend with all-important Esther. Life is good. Massive lazer tag outing with near the entire group of freinds. Much fun was had. Stealing the wet floors sign, getting lost customarily, and driving "riskily." Christmas. Word. Newyears with the Esther. Leaving and much sadness. More work. 1st time to Subway (i know, very pathetic) with Cutler. The joys of game piracy with Vazach. CD-RW upgrade. More werk. Actually cool coworkers. Tato goes minnish, Kevin snags a sniper rifle, and Vazach goes along for the ride. Off to Columbus to right previous wrongs before heading back to Youngstown for the start of classes. Sweet-deal roomate changeings land Tato with Tony, and all is once again good. No more BET for Tato. Armored Core 2 with Eric, the crazy guy across the hall, and rediscovering the joys of ZSNES. First return trip home, (with Eric in tow) and the procurement of 12 six-packs of $1.00 sodas. (Teh dollar store p0wn5 j00.) The horrid discovery that Dr. Pop does not taste like Dr. Thunder, and should be rightfully named Dr. Poop (see my profile picture for details) Finding the lost sibling of the SURGE SLAYER. (photo pending) Rediscovering the joys of okekai. Asian awareness club, ie. watch anime for 5 hours. Writing programs i actually have to THINK for. The hallway of a thousand a$$es. Snadwiches. Realizing that i do play videogames waaay too much. Began werk on the Suuper Josh Land Tribute. The vanilla pudding heist. (an entire tray of it, booyah!) Journey to Columbus once again for the massively awesome Valentines day WEEKEND (that's right i got 3 whole days! Thats 3x the amount most everyone else had!) Forever... over and over again. Jellybeans. Seach for Softlips. 393. The city under a bridge. Return. Random warm day. Finally posted on Xanga. You read this.
Okay, so did anyone actually read all that?
No?
Oh well... might as well give this thing a try too... cant hurt any i suppose. If you read this, even if i don't talk to you often (or if we aren't friends anymore... or never were), you must comment with a memory of me. It can be anything you want. It can be good or bad, just as long as it happened. Then post this in your own journal. See what people remember about you. | | |
| Coolness Squared
So yeah...
Tato now has the ability to host his own private Ragnarok Online Server...
Think about that in terms of LANparties...
Heheh, this is sweet... | | |
| The Toothpaste Story
Once upon a time, in a land not too far away; there lived a leprechaun named Bob. Bob had a wooden leg and a hook for a hand and a missing eye (he also was down to 1 lung and 1 kidney as well). Needless to say, Bob was not very lucky for a leprechaun. He set out on a quest one day; the purpose of which was forgotten after drinking too much, but he was determined to continue it anyways. Bob was startled when a small, pink gopher popped out of his Happy Meal box and spake saying, "Dude you are incredibly screwed and incredibly ornery, you could use a nice, new, shiny pair of magical pliers to help fix yourself up!" Bob was rather surprised that a pink gopher was talking to him he squinted and rubbed his eyes to make sure that the gopher was real and not just one of the many side effects from his patented leprechaun happy juice. Sure enough the gopher was real, and it was true that the gopher really was talking to him, and not the tree he was standing next to. "Eh? What did you say about a pair of magical pliers there laddie?" mumbled Bob in a drunken stupor. The gopher replied cheerfully, "Its real simple, if you help me, i will give you this pair of magic pliers which will solve all your problems! All you have to do is go on an amazing quest for me!" Now, Bob, being somewhat skeptical of this whole thing, and having had a very bad experience with pink rodents in the past, did not really trust this pink specimen of the rodent species. He was about to think of how to get out of the situation with the animal, which was getting more and more frightening the more he set his mind to it, but he realized that all of that drinking had given him an incredible need to use the bathroom. And, due to this, he thought it would be better if he were to just get the animal to shut up as soon as possible. "Oh, fine, whatever," mumbled Bob, rolling his eyes. So, the pink gopher, in a vain attempt to give the story the slightest bit of substance, started to explain the quest that Bob would have to embark on, which consisted of walloping the green gophers due to their unpleasant smell and fetching their pot'o'golden teeth, (which, they frequently borrowed from since they had such poor hygiene) and toothpaste, such a rare item that they strayed from using it. Bob, who had been standing with his legs awkwardly crossed and a strained look on his face said with a tone two octaves higher than his usual voice, "okaywellgottadashandgetthisalldoneseeyehladdie!" and made his way to the nearest bathroom. The pink gopher watched the dust fly up under the rather-fastly-stumbling, drunken leprechaun and chuckled yelling "Run faster ye ol' stuper burgen!" This made Bob hesitate for a moment, and he decided to come back to the mole to ask him what that meant. Unfortunately, by this time Bob's bladder had had enough, and Bob promptly unzipped his pants, unleashed the dog of war, and urinated all over the gopher. Much to the leprechaun's surprise the gopher opened his mouth to swallow as much of the urine he could, and with the excess pee he proceeded to give himself a good rubdown. Bob found this so absurdly odd, that he decided to just pretend that he had never seen it. Instead he asked the pink gopher what the hell a "stuper burgen" was. "Well," replied the gopher, "Pink gopher legend tells of the urine of the great stuper burgen. It is the piss of the gods, and has the power to change the world. According to the legend, the stuper burgen shall use his pissy powers to confuse his opponents, as well as to call down the wrath of the Tik-tok. It, apparently, tastes worse than normal urine, however." the gopher said dejectedly. "Legend said that it was the nectar of the gods. Yours tastes like beer." "Well, that I can explain" said Bob. "I've been drinking for three weeks straight." This delighted the rosy little gopher. "Three weeks of binge drinking marks the start of the legendary Quest for the Holy Pail. I guess that pot'o'golden teeth holds a little more importance than we thought!" cried the wee rodent. Not quite recovered from his drinking and believing he was clearly still drunk, Bob simply left the gopher where he was and headed back to his house to sleep it off. On the way he came across the gopher again. Confused, he asked, "Didn't I just leave you back there?" The gopher replied that he had not seen the man before. Bob belatedly noticed that this gopher was green. Worried that he was drunker than he had thought possible, Bob turned to leave again. The gopher stopped him and inquired if he might happen to know anything about some big chunk of doom-cheese heading towards Bob's town. Bob, being drunk, casually shrugged off the gopher's inquiries and continued towards his house leaving the gopher mildly confused as to why Bob didn't mind a chunk of doom-cheese heading towards his way. Eventually, Bob got home only to find the original pink gopher drinking from Bob's toilet with a bendy straw. "Um...that hasn't been flushed for weeks...the plumbing's clogged." said Bob, with a greenish look upon his face. "Oh that's okay," replied the gopher. "I don't mind the chunks". Normally, Bob would have vomited up most of the beer in his system at this remark, but since the gopher was currently blocking the usual hurl spot, Bob had to find another place to spew. He ran to his kitchen sink, shrugged and vomited. "What the..???" Bob looked at his new pool of puke and was surprised to find a length of string, a ten-foot pole, and a dead helper monkey. Not quite sure whether the monkey was dead or not Bob poked it with the ten-foot pole, it didn't move. So, he continued to poke it until he noticed the x's over its eyes. Just then, Bob noticed that the monkey had a treasure map. "Hey," Bob said, "I look strangely like a pirate, I should go look for this treasure." Stinking of methane, the pink gopher walked in and said "You already found that treasure; you left it next to the toilet." Angry that he couldn't go look for the treasure, because he already found it, Bob kicked the wall with his pegleg. He kicked the wall so hard that his leg burst into flames, and the gopher (stinking of methane) caught fire immediately afterward. The gopher stood still, unphased by the pyrotechnics, while Bob hopped around shouting "For the love of socks! I just bought that peg!" Bob soon found out that hopping around on one leg while in a drunken stupor was very unhealthy, because moments later, he stumbled forward into the far wall and fell unconscious. Bob woke up hours later to the pungent odor of methane radiating from the pink gopher. The pink gopher, still quite on fire, inquired why he hadn't set out to find the Holy Pail yet. After being unconscious for the past few hours in addition to the onset of a hangover, the best response Bob could think of was "I'll bake the soy milk later...laddeh..." He promptly got up and hobbled (his peg now charred and slightly shorter) over to his beer cabinet, which took up an entire wall. Bob hoped he could relieve himself of this throbbing headache he had. Though, when he looked inside his beer cabinet he found, beer. Wow, who would've thought! Unfortunately, Bob was not looking for beer and he had hoped that with his poor organizational skills he would have magically found a prosthetic leg inside. We have already established that Bob is not that lucky. The pink gopher (no longer pink, but a quite luminous orange) wandered a little too close to the alcohol and detonated a second time. "Well that's just great!" yelled Bob, "even if i wanted a drink you just lit all me ale on fire!" Bob decided that he had better leave on some sort of quest pretty soon or his house would most likely be destroyed. Bob wandered outside and attempted to leave but got lost on his porch for the third time that week. Bob heard a strange, yet rather arousing, noise above him and turned to see…
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| A Hairy Question...
Okay, so obviously i hav'nt posted for like two weeks... so many of you may be wondering what i've been doing. Well i have been hard at work growing a beard. (read: being too lazy to go shave) and now that a few people have seen it, they all seem to like it. But i'm not totally sure if i want to keep it... So far everyone who has seen it has liked it and says it makes me look older or like Jesus... who can argue with looking like Jesus? Now i feel bad just thinking about shaving it off. Oi this is odd. Anyhoo, lemme know what you think i should do with it. (For those of you reading this from a digest, you have to see my actual page to see the picture... sorry) ^-^;;
Lets see... it does add a +5 to my toughness stat, and +2 to age, but at the expense of a -1 to intelligent appearance and -3 to cleanliness... | | |
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