work

As part of my start of redoing the site, I’ve gotten the page to validate xhtml 1.0 again.

Look got more changes soon.

Oh, and I’ll be replacing my blogroll with a static list, soon.

*poking*

Warning, continued reading of this blog may induce a state of having been poked. You have been warned.

Dead AJ Day

(let piro sue me )

Someone said this song applied to a character of mine in an RPG, which I’ve actually been playing close to myself, so it works for me…

Sometimes
Hybrid

I’ve been digging into crates
Ever since I was living in space
Before the ratrace
Before monkeys had human traits
I mastered numerology
And Big Bang theology
Performed lobotomies
With telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic
So I could start blessing it
Chin-checking kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords in double-helixes
To show them what I’m made of
I buckle knees like leg-braces
Cast a spell of instrumentalness on all of you emcees who hate us
So you can try on
Leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity
Let icons be bygones
I fire bomb
Ghostly notes haunt this
I tried threats but moved onto a promise
I stomp s**t with or without an accomplice
And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this

High voltage
This is the unforgettable sound
High voltage
Bringing you up and taking you down
High voltage
Coming at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide

Akira
I put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones
Never satisfied my rhyme jones
Spraying bright day over what you might say
My blood-type’s Krylon, Technicolour Type-A
On highways, right with road-rage
Cages of wind and cages of tin that bounce all around
Surround sound
Devouring the scene
Subliminal gangrene paintings
Overall the same things
Sing songs, karaoke, copy, bulls**t
Break bones verbally with sticks-and-stones tactics
Fourth dimension, combat convention
Write rhymes at ease while the track stands at attention
Meant to put you away
With the pencil, pistol, official, sixteen-line-a-rhyme missile
While you risk your all
I pick out all your flaws
Spin rah, blah, blah, blah
You can say you saw

High voltage
This is the unforgettable sound
High voltage
Bringing you up and taking you down
High voltage
Coming at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide

High voltage
This is the unforgettable sound
High voltage
Bringing you up and taking you down
High voltage
Coming at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide

Who’s the man demanding you hand over your Land Rover?
No man’s bolder than the Pharoahe when he jams
The plan’s over
I have fake sclerosis
The most ferocious
Why I spy, my third eye, distinctly high voltage
That’s why I need Ruby Quartz glasses
’Cause when I glance there’s a chance I might blast the masses
Subliminals trasmitted through piano
Integrated in flow
Calculated to nano
I use skills when I need
Please head the rhyme I hear when I plead when I proceed through time
I walk through walls an inanimate obsticles
Via induced reduction of cells and molecules
I bring the knowledge
You swallow the state
That’s a hologram
I box your head
Fatten your lip like Collogen
A telepath to deliver verses with no postage
Pharoahe Monch, Mike Shinoda
We high voltage

High voltage
This is the unforgettable sound
High voltage
Bringing you up and taking you down
High voltage
Coming at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide

High voltage
This is the unforgettable sound
High voltage
Bringing you up and taking you down
High voltage
Coming at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide

Linkin Park

ph34r the daystar

^look up there^

Gotta love daylights savings.

[01][59.49] <+prozie> i was on top of her tickling… and she hates to be tickled
[01][00.01] <+prozie> she flipped over on top of me and elbowed me in the nose

uh…. right.

“Let me tell you the most beautiful story I know.

A man was given a dog, which he loved very much.

The dog went with him everywhere,

but the man could not teach it to do anything useful.

The dog would not fetch or point,

it would not race or protect or stand watch.

Instead the dog sat near him and regarded him,

always with the same inscrutable expression.

‘That’s not a dog, it’s a wolf,’ said the man’s wife.

‘He alone is faithful to me,’ said the man,

and his wife never discussed it with him again.

One day the man took his dog with him into his private airplane

and as they flew over high winter mountains,

the engines failed

and the airplane was torn to shreds among the trees.

The man lay bleeding,

his belly torn open by blades of sheared metal,

steam rising from his organs in the cold air,

but all he could think of was his faithful dog.

Was he alive? Was he hurt?

Imagine his relief when the dog came padding up

and regarded him with that same steady gaze.

After an hour the dog nosed the man’s gaping abdomen,

then began pulling out intestines and spleen and liver

and gnawing on them, all the while studying the man’s face.

‘Thank God,’ said the man.

‘At least one of us will not starve.’

— from The God Whispers of Han Qing-lao

–from ender’s saga, children of the mind, by orson scott card.

Power.

“I grant thee the power to build, and the power to destroy, may you use them wisely.”

Well, a couple of days ago I did something rather unbecoming of the intelligent person I am supposed to be. It had been raining a slight bit at when I was returning from taking my grandmother to the store. As normal, I turned on my lights, an promptly forgot to turn them off after I got home. Of course, this drained my battery rather well. Today, I finally remembered that I should get my battery charging, and did so. I put a spare into my car, in the dark. After this, I left for work, and after getting about .25 miles from home, my car suffered a nice little power outage. As a result, I pulled off to the side of the road a bit, and nearly ditched the car. Seeing as there are no streetlights near where I live, I had to tighten the leads to the battery enough to get me back home, where I could try and find better lighting to make sure that I was able to make it to work without another problem. I was lucky that I brought a pair of pliers with me, just in case. In the end, the situation resolved rather nicely, if not annoyingly.

P.S. I’m back on the net, bill paid.

Alive

Just can’t pay ISP.

Opinions?

Something I developed after finishing a tutorial…

Final model of tutorial = about 400 polygons

Mine = about 400,000

Ya know…

I’m really not sure why I post here at all, it’s not like anybody actually reads anything I write…

*returns to corner of self-pity, grabbing a beer along the way*

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