The Animal Farm

June 30th, 2004

Hello hello

Hello all you people out there that wait for my updates( I am talking to you, Lesa :-p ).

Well, I got my first paycheck on Friday and put all but $50 in the bank. I quickly proceded to spend that 50 dollars in about… 4 or so days. I managed to see three movies since that Friday: Dodgeball, Chronicles of Riddick, and Spiderman 2. I definately saved the best for last. I am not going to review said movies here, I already did so in our forum, since that is what it is for. When I put all the money I made in the bank, I should have taken a step back and realized that after I spend the little money I didn’t put in the bank, I would have to wait for my check card to come in the mail so I could use it. Well, as of right now I am patiently awaiting for that card to come in the mail, as I am money-less.

Want to know something odd?
Well I am going to tell you regardless. I guess it was 2.5 or so years ago now, but I used to hang out with this girl a lot back when I was a senior in high school. Well, we pretty much did two things when we got together, either A) went to Eat and Park and enjoyed their delicious Chicken Noodle Soup, or B) Went to see a movie. Well, when you hang out with someone for so long, you get told all kinds of little things normal acquaintances wouldn’t know. So one time at the movie theatre, she had told me that she hates the silence in between previews because you get to hear all of the individual noises people make. Like whispering and straws scratching against the little plastic lids and such. So now, every time I go to a movie, I think of her during those silences. Pretty pathetic, right?

I haven’t worked in 6 days, which is simply grand. Shame I have to go back tomorrow, and Saturday, and Sunday. I work all godd**n holiday weekend. I guess it is what I deserve for being dependable, I suppose. I am gunna go in there and be all awkward at first, because I have to get back into the flow of work, yay o_O.

I started working on my isometric RPG, again… One of these days that game will be finished, though it was only my goal to finish it when I first wanted to make it. If I really wanted to, I could take about 3 weeks max and finish the entire game easy. I like to think of this game as more than just a goal tbough. The true fun of developing this game is the trip there, not the end. I just like working on it every now and then in my free time or when I feel like it. If I ever finished this game, I would probably be happy and sad, because I wouldn’t have it to work on. The game is not just some thing either, I feel attached to this game. Programming it helped me through some tough, female-related issues. It was able to distract me from thinking about all the stuff. Also, the game itself, as in its storyline is actually my own creation and my own thoughts and feelings. Not all of it, but the basic undertones that make it up. I would like to see it on this site and completeted, so you people could review it and play it, but who knows.

Alright, I am done for now.

June 29th, 2004

Servers Suck

I’m having some weird server problems, so I don’t know if you’re actually able to view this update. Time will tell.

First and foremost, my latest game has been finished! Avast! is a nice, completed, fully-featured game that me, Morganne, and RougeFX completed in three days. I strongly encourage you to play and leave your comments in the forum.

The competition went well. In all, we had nearly 20 entries (which is sadly less than last time). Many of the entries are very high quality, and all are pirate themed (which I think is keen). If you’re bored and would like to try out the games, visit this link. I strongly recommend and AdvOutInstall.exe, but the other games were excellent as well. In all, I’m quite pleased.

The last week has been very weird for me. I’ve slept on the couch for the last 3 nights for no particular reason. I’ve had some trippy dreams. I’ve been feeling swarms of different emotions, some crazy/happy and some rather grim and perturbing. Unfortunately, I doubt things are going to stabilize soon.

I’ve committed myself with Morganne to creating an RPG in 72 hours on July 16th. Who knows how that’s going to go. I may die. I’m going to try to get the competition community in on it and see what they can do.

Today I got half-off a wireless mouse because they placed it in the wrong section in Staples. I was *pumped*. It’s currently my best friend. I’m taking it to bed with me, where I shall stroke it and call it my precious.

I also ordered a tablet - an Aiptek Hyperpen 6000U. It should be here by the end of the week. I’ll tell you how much fun it is.

Spiderman comes out tomorrow! Does that not make you tingle all over?

I think I’m going to go now. Go play my game. Or else.

Sorry Ms. Jackson.

June 27th, 2004


I will comment on Zach’s treachery later. For now, check out these screenshots from my latest game, which will be finished Monday!

A pirate’s life for me.

June 26th, 2004


Yeah, when it comes to updating this site in any fashion other than entirely random, I am pretty worthless. I always seem to apologize for not updating, so this time I won’t. I will instead just say, “Screw you Brian, I’ll update when I damn well please.”

Ever since I got this job I feel I need to honor my free time by spending on things that aren’t sitting at home on my computer. My computer is simply a means to get together with friends right now. I don’t even play FFXI anymore, haven’t since I got my job. The only games I play anymore are Starcraft and Super Smash Brothers Melee with my boy Dan( Gesthal on the Forums ). Not that I am complaining, I love the way my summer is going. So Brian can just get over the fact that I am not physically at my computer for more than 20 minutes max a day, and most of that is catching up with friends and checking my e-mail.

I have an interesting idea I got the other day to share with you, my adoring fans, once I get more time. It is one a neat one, but Brian will most definately rip on it, like he always does. I still love that kid though, like a fat kid love cake.

Alright, I will update later on, maybe tonight when I get back, I am out though.

June 25th, 2004


My apologies for my recent absence. It’s been a long, trying week for me. While I have not yet fully recovered, I think I can manage to post now.

I just recently finished reading Stephen King’s “The Gunslinger,” which is part of his Dark Tower series. I’m not really a Stephen King fan, so it’s a wonder I pushed through. As far as books go, it’s not bad. The story is relatively engaging and the characters are neat. However, the ending completely sucked - I understand that this is part of a series, but there could still be more of a finish. Furthermore, it seems like King has a poor understanding of relationships and women in general. Either that, or nearly every woman I see should be lust-ridden and/or crazy.

I watched The Terminal a few days ago. I’m not going to go too in depth, but I enjoyed the movie. There are few movies that make me feel emotionally involved - Lord of the Rings: Return of the King and Shawshank Redemption, to name two - and this will definitely be added to the list. The humor was all light-hearted and never in your face, but then again this movie wasn’t really advertising itself as a comedy. It was just a nice little film about a man trying to survive in an airport.

I watched Pirates of the Carribean again. For anyone who has not seen that movie, go watch it. It’s definitely worth your trouble.

It’s 10 AM. I’ve been up since… well, I didn’t go to sleep. I’ve been working since about 3 AM, and I have a meeting in 1 hour. In 2 hours, the 72 Hour Game Development Competition will begin. I’ll definitely be posting the results of that here, so stay tuned. There ought to be some really great games created.

Anyhow, I think that’s all from me for now. Zach, if you’d like to, you know, do something, you’re more than welcome. I know it’s hard, sitting down and typing, but I think you can find a way.


June 22nd, 2004

Take Things Over For a Bit

I have things to update, but I’m not in the mood. Zach, I’m going to take a break from the site for a few days. Do you think you could, ya know, update while I’m gone? :-P

Sometimes you just can’t be sure.

June 19th, 2004

Just an update

Your comic relief saved you. You were probably
the hero’s best friend and messed up a lot, but
helped him in some major way, believing in
yourself, near the end. As the sympathetic
character, you live.

How fast would you die in a cheesy zombie flick?
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Yeah, so that’s me in a zombie movie. The good news is I am one of the two possible personalities that survive, the bad news is I was really going for the girl( see site ). The explaination fits me pretty well, so I am okay with that answer, we can’t all be the badass hero, right?

I just want to say that I am eating a ham sammich, and it is grand.


June 19th, 2004

Why hello there

I spent the entire drive home from the mall deciding exactly what I was going to write about today. While I don’t think I’ve struck comedic gold, I think you’ll be at least mildly amused.

I went to the mall today. The intended goal was to (1)see Dodgeball and (2)buy a father’s day gift. I accomplished both of my goals.

First, on Dodgeball. I didn’t go into the theater expecting much. Indeed, I was anticipating Dodgeball to be one of those movies where everything funny is revealed in the commercials. I was pleasantly surprised, however. The movie was a treat. The humor was very appealing, and the performances by all the actors were great. I would say that it was funnier than Old School, but it still wasn’t the funniest movie I’ve ever seen.

For Father’s Day, I bought my father a computer game - Serious Sam. Serious Sam is the type of game where you have to be in a certain mood to play - the mood you have to be in entails you blasting anything that movies or looks like it might move given the right stimulus. In my tenure as a game player - which has lasted the majority of my natural life, and which will extend even further if I have any say - I have only enjoyed one other game of this nature: Loaded. These games don’t dilly-dally with the morally bankrupt drugs and pedestrian killing found in such games as Grand Theft Auto. What they lack in realistic vices, they make up for with giant headless beasts that can only be taken down with a series of well-placed shotgun blasts. I think my dad will find it a treat.

I was sitting in the mall staring idly into space when I saw something that I wanted to touch on. There was a female who passed me, and she had a tattoo on the small of her back that was only partially visible between her jeans and her shirt. Zach told me these types of tattoos are generally referred to as the “ass tat”, so maybe that gives you a better idea of what I’m talking about (even though I loathe the term to no end).

What a waste.

When I imagine a tattoo, I generally imagine the people getting them to be trying to express some sort of individuality. Or perhaps they’re rebelling against the man. Or perhaps they just want to make their bodies look pretty. This type of tattoo, however, is completely worthless. It’s simply asinine when everywhere I look I see the same boring tattoos in the same place that all look *exactly the same.* If I see another damn butterfly on a woman’s back, I’m going to curl up in the fetal position and scream about a butterfly invasion. I like butterflies. Yes, they’re pretty, and they make me feel like a little girl. Your skin tone and body fat, however, ruin them.

Please, if you’re going to get a tattoo, do what my friend Anthony did. Have some balls, and get a big freaking tattoo of Bruce Lee where everybody can see it. Although don’t make it Bruce Lee - be a little original. If I’m ever drunk enough to get a tattoo, expect to see Mahatma Ghandi staring at you from my forehead.

I think that’s everything I have to say for now. Peace out, my brothers and sisters.

Love the pie.

June 17th, 2004

Brian, Brian, Brian

First thing I need to say is that Brian is 100% correct on his assumptions that one of the very important reasons women are pure evil is that they dwell on and live for drama. It is like they feed on it and need it to survive. I was hanging out with a girl that caused so much drama for a while that I thought I needed the drama, and I loved the drama. It was bad. Very bad.

On another topic, my judgement system on women. Brian calls it asinine, but I would assume no less from that asshat. Out of the probably dozens of people I have told it to, everyone agrees with me. He is the only one who thinks ill of my system. And by the way, this system is in no way a way to run one’s life, like Brian made it out to be in his last post. The system is simply the kind of first impression I get from a female when I see her… for the… first.. time.. Yeah so I just defined first impression, get over it. And to my surprise, most people agree, that even though they don’t actively think about it, they get the same types of first impressions.

I don’t feel like elaborating on the actual system, nor do I have time right now. I need to be at work in an hour and I need to eat before that. So I am going to end this one about… … … … now.

June 17th, 2004

On Cowboy Bebop, Trigun, and Women

Whitney and I talked a little about Cowboy Bebop on our day together, and I just watched a bloody good episode. Therefore, I think it’s fair that I provide a review of Cowboy Bebop here so that everyone may understand its glory.

Cowboy Bebop is, to put it succintly, one of the best shows I’ve watched. It takes the form of Japanese animation (”anime”), and while that will immediately turn a lot of people off, I happen to like the style. The show follows the stories of Spike, Jet, Faye, Ed, and Ein - an unharmonious group of futuristic bounty hunters trekking across space trying to stay alive. Along the way, the characters must face their pasts and deal with various conflicts. There is no main storyline - the episodes are disjointed and are often very random (there is one episode, for instance, where the characters are high on shrooms the entire time). However, there are often interconnected episodes that reveal the characters’ pasts - the most important of which are the episodes concerning Spike’s past.

The quality of Cowboy Bebop is superb. The characters are all well-developed, the action is wicked, the music is *excellent*, and the humor is top-knotch. The show simply oozes style. I do not hesitate when I say that the last two episodes are a work of true art. If anything, at least watch those two episodes.

When I say that I love Cowboy Bebop, I must also mention Trigun, which I love equally if not more.

Trigun is another anime that follows the adventures of Vash the Stampede, a gun-fighter with $$80,000,000,000 on his head for being the most deadly man on the planet. Along the way, Vash is accompanied by two insurance agents - Milli and Meryl - and a travelling priest - Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Where Cowboy Bebop has no main storyline, Trigun has a very rich story that is enthralling and even thoughtful. You follow Vash along, learning about his traumatic past and watching as he faces his arch-nemesis.

The quality of Trigun is equally good. Vash is one of the most memorable characters you will ever see. The action is excellent. The music is good, though unmemorable. The humor is even better than Cowboy Bebop’s. And there are episodes - Diablo, Sin, Under a Sky so Blue, to name a few - that are brilliant. The episode Paradise may even bring you to tears. However, you really can’t watch this show without watching the whole thing. I’ve done so probably 5 or 6 times, and I’ve not been bored once.

Both of these shows are on the Adult Swim Monday-Thursday lineup, though I don’t recommend you watch them there. You’ll likely catch them halfway through and miss something important (this isn’t as much a problem with Cowboy Bebop). Instead, go to your local video store, rent one of the shows, and make a day out of watching it - it’s fun, trust me. I have the entire Trigun series, so you can come over to my joint and watch it with me.

These are by no means the only anime that I’d recommend. There’s Gundam Wing, which Zach is more apt to talk about than I. There are also a few movies - Princess Mononoke, Vampire Hunter D - that are quite good and have even hit theaters in the US. Check them out.

Now I’m going to talk to you a bit about women.

I only know Zach’s history with the evils of women in scattered, abridged fragments. I completely agree with the assessment that all women, without exception, are evil. I’m sure every man has his own reasons for believing this, and I am no exception. However, I’m not going to take this time to rant about my reasons, nor am I going to damn the evil 52% of the population. I’m going to take this time to rant about one specific reason women are evil - proclivity to drama.

I have had the benefit of being good friends with *one* womanthat has never sucked me into some kind of drama. Everyone else has, at some point or another, complicated my days to the point where I just wanted to hurl myself out a window. I don’t know what it is, but women love being involved in or creating epic problems that I have to be a party to. There’s a never-ending cycle at work here, and even tonight I was involved in drama with two people at the same time. Let me be blunt: among the things I want to do with two women at the same time, dealing with drama is not one of them.

I’m not sure what the deal is here. I think there’s some unwritten law of thermodynamics that says that if women aren’t involved in drama at least once a month, they combust. I’m writing a note on my calendar to cut myself off from society on July 17, but I’m sure I won’t be safe. Wish me luck.

Zach’s wrong about me. I like tons of things. Pepperoni strombolis, sour cream and onion chips, and those little snack cakes with the chocolate chips on top are just a few of the things that bring me joy. His theories on women, however, are asinine. He can tell you and you can make your own assessments, of course. I’m not going to tell you how to run your life. I’m just telling you how you should run your life.