The Animal Farm

May 29th, 2005

Anthony’s LiveJournal

Anthony posted a short conversation he had about women in his LiveJournal a few days ago, and I think everyone should read it. Here is the link. There was a time when I didn’t feel this way about women, in fact I down right hated them and all they were. That was naive fear though. I didn’t understand them and didn’t want to get hurt, so I just hated them instead. Logical, I guess, to hate what we fear. Anyway, I think Anthony is spot on in this subject. Women( especially the one that you are involved with ) deserve nothing but the absolute best treatment. I am not talking about being “whipped” here either. I am talking about just general kindness and understanding. Really, it is more of a feeling and I can’t explain it. Just know that women do deserve the best, especially my babeh :).

I am back at Subway and I must say I forgot how much I enjoyed that job. Free subs and lax management are definately plusses. I might have a static schedule too, because the other guy that closes at night wants to have one as well and we have agreed on days. So besides emergencies, I should be able to make plans without fear of not having the day off. I work tomorrow 11-4 because the store closes at 4. This wouldn’t be a problem if the fact that there are 3 of us there ’till 3 and 2 of us there ’till 4 was false. The store will not have any business I think, because who the hell eats Subway on Memorial Day? Whatever, easy money I guess. I should probably take some light reading though. By the way, it will be my first daylight shift in over 3 years, isn’t that sickening?


“You[women] are, by far, the most fascinating, breathtaking, and precious creatures.”

May 27th, 2005

Re: Re: Re: Zach’s Post

This is the second time Zach and I have agreed on something movie-related, and I’ve boarded up the walls and mounted remote-controlled turrets outside to protect myself from the undead abominations born as a result. I can’t really comment on the acting in the first three films, because it’s been some time since I’ve seen them, and even then I never actually sat down to watch them in their entirety. I didn’t mind the final battle between Obi-Wan and Anakin. However, I minded how said battle ended. And did phrases like, “If you’re not with me, than you’re against me” not remind you of anything? Especially in the context of the conversation at the time, there were a few phrases that sounded as though they were taken straight from presidential speaches and responses given afterward. But no matter. I will concede that I’m probably reading too much into that.

Moving on, there’s a lot of nifty stuff to talk about, and I’m too tired to talk about it all right now. I will talk about my night, since the fact that I’m alive and breathing makes me revel with joy. It started when Keri and Carry wanted to go walk around a cemetery and stargaze in Harpers Ferry. Not five minutes after we stepped out of the car, a cop car pulled over (Keri thought it was a drunk driver about to hit us) and questioned us. Apparently Harpers Ferry closes at 7. We kindly left. Then Keri and Carry got the bright idea of going… well, I don’t know where we went. I know that it was 45 minutes away, we nearly hit a lot of deer, and a dark, spooky, abandoned house was involved. When we arrived there, we discovered we had no flashlight, and it was far too dark to go roaming around the house at that hour. So we turned around. When Keri saw a road numbered ‘666′, she felt compelled to traverse it to complement the general spookiness of the night. We stopped somewhere, and Keri and Carry went to sit in a field while I stayed by the car, humming a song and looking at stars. This was interrupted by an odd animal noise and the sound of metal falling, which sent the two running back to the car. Keri gave me a flower, we walked for a minute or two, and then we drove away. Then, a whole two minutes after getting off that road and realizing it lied on Butcher Row, Keri discovered that her car was on E. We barely made it back to her house. Keri let out a scream, realizing how spooky her house was at that hour when she would be in it all alone. It was then that Evan, Carry, and I subsequently left.

Reading that, things don’t sound as creepy as they were. I guess you had to be there.

I’m a big man, and I need a big sandwich.

May 26th, 2005

Re: Re: Zach’s Post

Hmm. Well, this may come as a shock to our readers, but I agree with Sowas on his bad points. I will say they were bad points to the movie, however I will not say they took away from the movie at all. One thing I can never understand when people review the new Star Wars movies is how they compare them to the old trilogies and still say that the acting in the new ones in comparison is bad. When was the last time they watched the original? I swear to god that I can act better than Mark Hammil ever could. I say this after watching myself in The Last Pirate. Trust me, he is that bad. When he finds out that Vader is his father.. the sheer look of horribly faked dispair is enough to send me into laughing fits for hours. The acting in all six movies was far below par. I have half a mind to think Lucas did this on purpose, since the acting in the originals was so bad, better make the acting in the ones just as bad to keep the effect. This was not aimed at you, Sowas, I just dislike people who say the acting in the new ones sucked compared to the old ones, because that is a freaking fanboy lie and it really annoys me. I will say it was a little bit two fast paced in some scenes, though, you hit that one dead on. I did, however, think the finale between Anakin and Obiwan was amazing, simply because of my emotional closeness to the characters. I don’t see how yelling about how the Republic is becoming an Empire is in anyway thinly veiled present-day politics, however. C’est la vie.

Today is my Dad’s 50th birthday, everyone celebrate it for him!

Alright, I am out.

My tum hurts.

May 24th, 2005

Re: Zach’s Post

Zach reviewed Revenge of the Sith, and I’m going to do a little follow up. Before I go on, let it be known that I liked this movie. It blew episodes 1 and 2 away. But, as Zach already mentioned the good things, I’m going to touch on the bad things. Please don’t get mad, Zachy.

There are two major flaws that were striking. The first is the relationship between Anakin and his fly honey. My theory is that George Lucas never had a girlfriend after third grade, and thus his knowledge of post-adolescent relationships is nonexistant. The dialogue between the two characters was attrocious. The second thing that annoyed me was the editing job. There were so many things going on at once, and you could barely get a feel for what was going on in one scene when - BAM - they switch scenes entirely. One part of me understands the necessity of this, but another part of me feels it could’ve been handled better.

I found other minor issues that were ignorable. The finale between Obi-Wan and Anakin was utter nonsense. The thinly veiled present-day political references were sloppy. And I could’ve used more Wookie.

I, too, have been looking over E3 proceedings (although I’ve been practically ignoring the XBox 360). The PS3 looks almost impressive, but I’m not even going to bother speculating until it actually launches. It’s not that I’m worried that the technical power will kill the games - I’m one of the few who doesn’t believe that the quality of games has declined because of the increase in graphics power. It’s simply that I spent a lot of money on the Nintendo 64 when it was released, and there were only four good games ever released on it, and that experience scarred me. The Nintendo Revolution sparks my interest for one sole reason. It’s not that you can download games - I’m sure these will be overpriced, and I can do it on my computer anyhow. It’s that one of the press releases hints that independent developers may be able to develop on it. If the decision comes down to a system that I can develop games for and one that I can not, there will be no deliberation - my choice is made.

Zach, try not to kill yourself with that alcohol.

Rocket fury!

May 24th, 2005

Good summer

We are now getting close to the end of the first month of this summer and so far it has been a blast.

I’ve been spending a lot of time with Morgan, and that has basically been the key selling point of this summer. If not for her, this summer will be mediocre at best, so I am definately glad she is here.
I saw Star Wars 3: Revenge of the Sith on opening night and let me tell you, freaking wow. I really enjoyed the first and second episodes, but this one really blew me away. I actually forgot to blink for almost the entire movie and was basically in the same exact position the entire time. I really wasn’t expecting anything as good as this one was. To prepare for the movie Steve and I watched all five of the other episodes over the week before this one came out. Morgan tried to watch episode 4 with us, but Steve and I basically talked the entire time about the little things in the series and she couldn’t really pay attention. I felt bad about it, but that is how Steve and I watch those movies, considering we’ve watched them so many times before. Anyway, this was entirely different from the rest in that it was a really dark and evil movie. It was of course expected to be this way because of the title and the series of events that had to happen in the movie, but I wasn’t expecting it to be this dark. It may have just been my very close attraction to the movies that made me actually feel the hate and sorrow the characters posessed in this movie, but I really did actually connect with the characters on an emotional level. Of course I can’t possibly imagine what it is like to have a loved one become a sith lord or anything, the closest I got to that much sorrow was the other day when my cat puked on my bed, but I think that is probably a close enough comparison. All in all this movie ranks number two if I were to put my prefered Star Wars episodes in any order. Ehf it, here is said order: 6, 3, 2, 4, 5, 1; 6 being my fav one being my least liked. Don’t get me wrong though, I love ‘em all.

I’ve been doing a lot of looking up E3 stuff lately and I have to say that I am in no way impressed with either the PS3 or the XBox 360. I think the specs sound incredible but I don’t want a freaking game that gives my eyes orgasms and is then over in 10 hours or so. Well, that wouldn’t bother me if the game were freaking amazing for those 10 hours, but the sad truth is it won’t be. Remember when the PS2 came out those many moons ago? I freaking lusted for the pretty graphics. I thought to myself, “Dayum, if the games I loved on the PS1 had those graphics, it would be so much better!” So that is what I expected, the funitude of PS1 and SNES games combined with the the amazing graphics rendering power of the PS2. Little did I know that the one game I would actually come to love on the PS2 could have probably been done on the SNES; DDR. It turns out that game funitude and graphics quality are inversely proportional, when one goes up( graphics ) the other goes down( funitide ). That pains me. The only system I am definately buying is the Nintendo Revolution. First, the first party titles are simply 100% always good, always. I may not have loved Wind Waker, but it beat the hell out of any game the XBox came out with, IMO, and just about every game the PS2 had as well. The other reason is the freaking fact that the first party and probably even most third party companies have agreed to release downloadable ROMS for the Revolution so that you can essentially play every single game for every Nintendo console ever made on your Revolution. I am assuming the cost for an NES game would not be too much. That is the only fear I have right now. I don’t feel like spending $20 on a game that came out in the 80s that I spent $50 on back then. Doesn’t seem worth it. I picked $20 there because that is what Nintendo charges for their Nintendo Classic series of games on the GBA. They are basically the first party games remade for the GBA, I did buy The Legend of Zelda, but can you blame me?

This past weekend was Lesa’s birthday party. Let me tell you, I found my limit when it comes to Jeager Bombs, it’s seven. How do I know this? Because number eight came back up faster than it went down. Rigatoni does not feel good coming out of your nose. At least I think it doesn’t, I was far to drunk at that point to remember. It was an amazing party though. Those are really the only times Dan, Anthony, and I can actually get together and talk and catch up, do to our vastly different lives now. Anthony and Dan both got to hear about the uncalled for level of happiness I have this summer with Morgan being in it and I got to hear about Dan’s loverly MCAT class and how much he hated life and missed Smash *tear*. We killed $30 worth of Jeager between the three of us and Mikeys( Lesa’s Brother ). I was absolutely hammered by 10pm, that is some rediculous drinking, my friend. I stayed hammered until about midnight I would say. When Steve and Lesa weren’t too busy sucking as DJs, we got some rocking good tunes to scream and jump around too, most of which was Linkin’ Park. All in all this party gets an AAA in my book. I’d give it an S rank, but I feel I could have drank more :-p. The party’s theme was “We are gunna die,” and Dan’s personal theme, after all the Jeager Bombs was, “We drop bombs like Baghdad.” He was right, between five people, 32 bombs were dropped. And I was there every time a round was done. Good times, good times.

Jezzus! I really should update the site as these events happen, instead of waiting until I have nothing to do and then uber-update with everything I wanted to update about but didn’t because I didn’t have the time. Alright though, I am sure I am done for now. I still haven’t started working at Subway, they forgot to put me on the schedule for yesterday like I told them too, so I should be starting tomorrow.


“If I were king of this night, would you become my queen?”

May 22nd, 2005


Say Happy Birthday to the Animal Farm. On the 15th, it turned one year old. It’s hard to believe that I’ve been updating this thing for a year. I hope you’ve had as much fun as we have.

Happy Birthday to you.

May 21st, 2005

Nope, Nevermind

Scratch part 2 of my previous post. No filming happened. I don’t know why I even say it’s going to anymore.


May 21st, 2005


There are two import orders of business, and both are short.

1)The new Muppet Wizard of Oz movie was less than stellar. Essentially, the parts where Ashanti (who played Dorothy) opened her mouth coincided with the exact moments that I wanted to launch the TV out a window or, better yet, into Evan. I restrained myself, but only because it was someone else’s TV and Evan’s crushed head would bloody the screen.

2)Filming is going to happen tomorrow. I don’t know for what yet, but I know that I should have a sufficient cast. If you would like to be part of this cast, you know how to contact me.

I’m a wizard.

May 19th, 2005

Calling You Out

Whitney doesn’t think I have ever talked about her on the site, so I’m here to call her out. Last night she and I went to Hagerstown to, erm, do things in Hagerstown. At some point ice cream became involved. I also told her the following story:

When I was about eleven years old, my uncle threw a metal bar at my head. Apparently we were playing Ninja Turtles - a fact that I was unaware of when I turned to see a spinning metal pole with a nail in one side twirling at me. The impact of the bar was enough to cause me to black out for an indeterminate period of time. I came to in the living room, and later I required stitches. It’s a rather disturbing story, I know - that my own uncle would recklessly knock me unconscious. The part of the story I like to save until the very end - the part that makes the story seem slightly less horrific and throws most people off - is that my uncle is only a year older than I. He’s not a sadistic middle-aged man as most people initially imagine, and it was an honest mistake. After I tossed in the final bit, Whitney proceeded to laugh hysterically for the duration of the night.

So that’s that. Today Evan called me, and we went to Riese’s to play Halo 2. About halfway through, my mentality degraded and I started shooting in random directions and murdering myself. Halo just can’t keep my interest for very long, and I assert that it is extremely over-rated. I’m also bad at it. But that’s inconsequential.

Evan plans on calling me early tomorrow, and I plan on being very grouchy when he does. Sometime later this week, I’ll be calling Doss to do something (you have been warned). And Sunday I’m going to a birthday party. All this stuff is keeping me pretty busy, which is exactly how I like it.

Oh, and is my girlfriend still alive? I haven’t heard from you since Friday.

A civilized weapon for a more peaceful time.

May 16th, 2005

Bloo’y ‘ell

Chief Editor Doss pointed out some mistakes in my last post. I apologize. I really do know the difference between soul and sole.

I really do.