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WoNG ! June 30th, 2006

That’s right, I’ve finally gotten www.WorldOfNewGenesis.com!

right now its merely a placeholder page, but i’ll be migrating the data and files to the new domain over the next week or so in preperation for the Russ-approved WoNG site v1.0 !

/b/tard June 29th, 2006

So, yeah.. i was mucking about on the 4Chan /b/ random board and came up with the great idea of posting a funny picture of myself to see what the /b/tards did with it.

It took a few minutes, but they started to realize the glory that is my forehead (these are kinda big, so watch out):

Screenshot 1

Screenshot 2

Screenshot 3

Screenshot 4

Screenshot 5

My fav.

2nd place.

My forehead is famous!

We’re phantoms. June 28th, 2006

Here’s a little something to blow your minds.

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braaaainsss… June 28th, 2006

Ugh. i had ANOTHER zombie dream last night.  I was in an elementary school that was trying to carry on business as usual despite the roaming zombies outside.  A Kevin Bacon look-alike (circa Tremors) had recently made his way into the safety of the school, but he was already bitten and it was only a matter of time before he turned into a mindless brain-eater.  I had a long conversation with him about it.

*fast forward through a  blurry part*

I’m escaping from the school with a young, slightly pudgy (and none-to-bright) blonde girl. She was probably 11-14 and had no real clue as to the danger she was in.  We ran through a trailed field of sparse bushes and tall, dead, brown grass… that looked like many fields in Central Georgia during the late fall/winter. Practically dragging the girl behind me by her wrist, we rounded a copse of bushes and saw a zombie shuffling away from us on the beaten down trail… looking behind us we could hear the moans of the zombies that had followed us from the school.  Looking to our right, we saw an old farm and large, two story, well lived-in plantation-style house. The day was drawing to a close and we needed shelter, so we sprinted across the field to the house.

Inside, i found a few more young people who had also just made it to the house for shelter. We explored the house trying to find the best plalce to defend through the night. Heading into the finished attack, we found a nice bedroom decorated in all white and lace… it was old, but not ratty.  Spying a pile of short table legs i started to gather them up and trying to figure out how to make weapons out of them.

*the night passes, i guess*

Its early morning and we can hear the distant moans of the undead from the bedroom/attic. I look out of the window, down to the nearby sheds that are adjacent to the unworked fields… just in time to see zombies clumsily and mindlessly raking anf hoeing the dry, cold dirt.  Some even get on tractors and stupidly roll back and forth over the same few feet of dirt.  Even the old 70’s looking family Cadillac is driving slowly down the side of the field only to stop, be forced into gear, and go backwards to its stating point.

For seem reason, seeing that mockery of life freaked me the hell out. I forced myself to wake up and did so with a start.  I actually woke up kinda scared… not terrified, but just freaked out and disturbed. I had to wake up enough to convince myself that i was no longer dreaming.

Seriously…. why am i having all of these zombie dreams? i;ve had about a dozen of them.. all clear, all different and all realistic.

Hot, steamy action… June 27th, 2006

..can be found on this website.  Its like pr0n for Aragonians!

SFW, by the way.

Al Gore scares me. June 26th, 2006

But Bender is alright.

I’m still 17. No, really. June 26th, 2006

I wonder how much THIS affects me, personally.

I think i just Defiled myself… June 25th, 2006

The Defiled Race page has been updated to the official D&D page layout and style.  New information and re-writes we also added.

me needed this. June 25th, 2006

How to write good

1. Avoid alliteration. Always.
2. Prepositions are not words to end sentences with.
3. Avoid cliches like the plague. (They’re old hat.)
4. Employ the vernacular.
5. Eschew ampersands & abbreviations, etc.
6. Parenthetical remarks (however relevant) are unnecessary.
7. It is wrong to ever split an infinitive.
8. Contractions aren’t necessary.
9. Foreign words and phrases are not apropos.
10. One should never generalize.
11. Eliminate quotations. As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.”
12. Comparisons are as bad as cliches.
13. Don’t be redundant; don’t use more words than necessary; it’s highly superfluous.
14. Be more or less specific.
15. Understatement is always best.
16. One-word sentences? Eliminate.
17. Analogies in writing are like feathers on a snake.
18. The passive voice is to be avoided.
19. Go around the barn at high noon to avoid colloquialisms.
20. Even if a mixed metaphor sings, it should be derailed.
21. Who needs rhetorical questions?
22. Exaggeration is a billion times worse than understatement.

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Bloo is SUCH a jerk. June 25th, 2006

But now you can read all about one the best cartoons ever made: Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. This show harkens back to the style and sense of innocence (but not TOO innocent) that cartoons had in the late 70’s/early 80’s… just before the big ‘merchandising’ cartoon wave that consisted of GI Joe, Transformers and Thunderats, etc…

Yesterday was incredible. B33j actually woke up on time and we left exactly when we had planned to. The drive was pleasent and we ran into no traffic to speak of. I even found a rare treat for the trip up: Fuze drinks. No high frutose corn syrup. noartificial flavors or colors. real milk and real juice. all flavor. I love drinking them because it feels good to and they taste so damn good. Props to Collin for turning me on to them.

We met Dad and Felecia at Panera Bread (where i had an eggsellent souffle) and then made our way into the heart of Atlanta to the new Aquarium. Don’t get me wrong, i LOVE the Chattanooga Aquarium, but the one in Atlanta is more like a theme park as opposed to an educational museum. The sheer amount of money spent on the Georgia Aquarium is mindblowing… they have ‘petting zoo’ type areas where the kids can actually TOUCH the stingrays, sharks, horseshoe crabs and various fauna of the underwater world. The GA Aquarium even has a fully stocked and very nice cafeteria with a wide range of foods, desserts and drinks… it was better than some resturaunts i’ve been to. The beluga whales, the otters and the whale sharks we among my favorite creatures there. The beluga whales were absolutely mesmerizing in their grace and beauty. What a strnage evolutionary path whales have made… first to emerge from the sea to land mammals, then back into the sea to become such a strange thing as an air-breathing, fully aquatic mammal.

Leaving the Aquarium, we then decided on The Varsity for lunch, where, they will ask loudly and continously, “Whaddya Have, whaddya have, whaddya have??” until you answer them.. clearly they have food to serve and have no time to waste on the indecisive. The pulled pork barbeque sandwich was GREAT. the meat was juicy, flavorful and lean. I wish i had gotten 3 or 4 of them!

From there, we went north and found the much-talked about IKEA store. I cannot, in measure of mortal words, describe how fucking HUGE this store is. I must admit, see some of the furniture and accessories in that store got the ‘nest-building’ part of my brain going. I am both intrigued and slightly disgusted by that… in the end, it just means that i’m an adult and that isn’t a bad thing. I COULD have emerged from IKEA completely unscathed… if not for a single couch.

I have found MY couch. and with this couch, i could build an existance, a LIFE, of sheer expression of myself in housewares form. The “Kramfors” couch. It is sleek, black leather, interestingly angled and classic-retro looking. When i saw it, i was pulled to it. When i sat upon it, my father turned around and saw be comfortly leaned back, leg crossed. In his widened eyes was the same instanteous recognition that forced me there.

“That is YOUR couch, Scott, ” he said.
“I know”, I responded.
From that point on, all I could think about was having a place of my own with that couch as the centerpiece to which build my domestic empire of cool shit. My style actually exists out there. i CAN have what i want… and as soon as i can afford it, i AM going to start building my living space to fit my personality and who i am. Its strange how i am just now understandign the fact that i CAN do these sorts of things. I am not forced to simply have what i have. i CAN get more. I CAN get what i want… Knowing that what i want actually exists has made that realization possible.

The afternoon has slipped by us, so we drove back to Dad’s apartment, giving us a chance to play our DS’s in a head to head match of MarioKart DS. I Emerged victorious before motion sickness began to make us feel woozy. Once back to Dad’s place, B33j loaded Reason onto Dad’s compy. I am certainly curious to see how those two individuals can forge music out of such a program, especially if they ever combine their talents for good.

B33j and i got back just as true darkness had finally leeched all color out of the sky. Its kinda of nice having a touch daylight past 9:00 PM.

HERE is the gallery of pics that B33j took with his DigiCam.

The IKEA idea June 24th, 2006

Today, B33j and i are heading up to Atlanta to visit Dad. We’re gonna explore the IKEA store (which i’ve heard is really cool from several people), Stone Mountain, and finally, the Mall of Georgia.  Then, lunch.

It’ll be like a mini-vacation to get out of this little town for a day.  I’ll be back this evening, hopefully with time to be ugly with Bal or perhaps OMGWTFHAX HEDSHOTT some bots in CZ.

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Living in the Pastorama June 23rd, 2006

We are long lived and are celebrated poopers

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