Wednesday, November 28, 2007

I Am Slain!

Turns out my assassin career was doomed to be short lived. I was taken out yesterday afternoon, an embarrassing eight and a half hours after the game had begun. She was so sneaky. I am spared some degree of shame by the fact that my assassin is amongst the best in the game and has amassed an impressive number of kills in the first couple days of competition. People are around me are being killed...some run down in the open, another killed in his own radio booth, even one assassinated in the middle of high tea.

I guess it was fun while it lasted...sigh...

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

The Names Can Never Be Unspoken

As of 1:04AM this morning, the chase has begun. The names were given and things are in motion. The great battle of our time has begun and cannot be undone.

They are coming for you.

Every year, one of the charity groups on campus hosts "assassins", a campus-wide game of wits. The goal is to "kill" your randomly chosen target (chosen from the people who signed up) while avoiding your own killer. When you kill someone, you get their target and the game continues until only one person is left. Our weapon is stickers that we have to put on our targets in order to kill them. We are saved from complete insanity (and starvation) by safe zones (your own room, bathrooms, dining hall, class, etc). It's going to be epic.

I was pumped when I signed up before break, but then realized I shouldn't take it too seriously given all the work I have. Then I thought about it. And it started.

Now I'm hooked.

I won't be leaving my room for some time now, not until I go exercise (I figure I'm invincible while running) and dinner. I can't be to careful; I already narrowly avoided an attempt on my life. I've outsmarted her once, but next time she will no doubt be more cunning.

Tonight, I go on the hunt.

Monday, November 26, 2007

The Great Blunt Of The Galaxy

Social conservatives beware, I'm going to talk about marijuana again, specifically about doing it with Gene Roddenberry, who made my hallowed "Top 10 People I'd Like To Smoke Pot With" list.

So why Gene Roddenberry? Well, the obvious answer is that he created Star Trek; the awesome TV series that I adore. I imagine that if I were talk to him normally, the conversation would consist of me gushing about history and techno-jargon while he looked very disappointed and told me I was missing the point. Not so fun. So why not have a discussion while we both believe, really believe, that Vulcans are out there and we'll be seeing them sometime in April, 2063.

A type-2 phaser? free, the Federation doesn't use currency.
Two kilos of dilithium? free, the Federation doesn't use currency.
A Nebula class starship? free, the Federation doesn't use currency.
Watching Gene Roddenberry run around a room, flapping his arms, yelling "I'm the Great Bird of the Galaxy!", and occasionally making phaser noises wit his mouth? Priceless.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

I <3 symmetry.

Is There Any Way We Can Call This A Moral Victory? (The Legend Of Zelda: Windwaker episode 2)

Ok, no. Our quest was abandoned. But keep heart, one day we will live-blog something fairly interesting...or nothing. Whatever.

In case you were wondering, I haven't blogged recently because I've been traveling away from the internet. It found me again. I'm back.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Cell Shading? (The Legend of Zelda: Windwaker episode 1)

Here begins the account of young Link, an elf boy certainly destined for greatness...

"My little sister Aryll woke me up this morning. I must've drunk too much because I was sleeping on a random tower in my clothes. Anyways, it's my birthday which means my Grandmother made me wear this silly green clothes, you know, the ones the legends spoke of. They are certainly not my color and they're itchy. At least it's only for one day, right?"

Because we have no life, OSK and I are going to try to beat a good deal of a Zelda game tonight and post each time the other is playing. This means lots of crappy posts in a short time, maybe will a stupid journaly thing too. Enjoy.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

What Kind Of Lame Gaurdian Angel Is That?

So I was just staring at my laptop trying to think of something to post because I haven't recently, and failed. It's a common occurrence. Then, I was suddenly taken by the urge to visit an old blog that I abandoned a while ago because of inactivity. First, I went to the wrong site, which featured a post called "Ground Control to Major Tom". Dr. Koopon can attest to how I love saying that whenever I have some manner of head set or radio. Kind of a coincidence, right? Then I went to the correct site, the first post of which was about cinnamon toast crunch, my current-all-time favorite cereal (that recently made a clutch return to the dining hall...I don't know how much longer I could have lasted on golden grahams). Apparently "I am a dork" themed blogs know what I'm thinking.

What does that have to do with guardian angels? I guess when I started writing this last night I saw this as a gift from the blog gods because it gave me something to write about (as if something was watching over my blog). I usually can't remember why I titled drafts the way I did when I come back to them. Oh well, it's a byproduct of the magic (along with birth defects).

Can you believe textEdit doesn't think "themed" is a word? Am I crazy to think it is?


Friday, November 09, 2007

5:00 When?

So last night (um...I think) I watched all the Lord of the Rings movies. Back to back to back, extended cuts. Then I had classes. I was awake for 29 hours straight before finally going to sleep at 2:00 this (um...I think) afternoon. I really have no idea what time it is. Like, times don't make sense at all. My roommate woke me up at 5:00, I asked him what time it was. When he told me "5:00", I said "5:00 when?"

I had to ask if it was Friday night, and it was a miracle I got it right. I mean, I think I got it right. Thank god I set important alarms when I was still more lucid.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

I Feel Like A Salmon Fighting Up The Mainstream Only To Be Eaten By Grizzly Bears

Take a look at this picture for a sec...

Does that look like a Star Fleet insignia to anyone else?
Star Trek? Country music awards? What the fuck?

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Midnight Tokers

My dormmates and I having a running joke (actually, we have a lot, very few of which are funny...or smart); "the list". We each have this imaginary list of all the guys we would...well, you get it. If you complement another man, you can pretty much count on being asked "is he on your list?". Here's another list: Top 10 people (alive or dead) I'd like to smoke pot with.

Albert Einstein
Richard Feynman
Gene Roddenberry
JRR Tolkien
Otto Von Bismark (imagine how weird he'd be when chill)
Jesus Christ
John Lennon
Steven Hawking
The Dalai Lama
Dustin Pedroia

Why grass? Why not just chat? Well, I don't think any of these people would want to just sit and chat with me, plus I'd love to see what they're like when toasted. I mean, imagine Albert Einstein trying to explain special relativity whilst high. "And, like, time is relative man..."

A How-To Guide To Clean Living

If you ever fill your nalgene with a sugary drink like, let's say, powerade (which apparently causes osteoporosis, "Refuel, Replenish, Resize"), be sure to rinse it out very, very carefully. Bacteria love sugar, especially if it's smeared over the sides of a nalgene. On the plus side, I have a brand new, very striking, purple water bottle (purple is my school's color, okay? So shut up). Bacteria also love stagnant water.

Speaking of stagnant (hooray, ridiculous segway here), let's talk about my right brain. Due to bad planning and general dumbness, I ended up taking no humanities courses this semester. Shame on me and my liberal arts. I didn't realize this was a problem until I found myself doing math while everyone else was reading about really fascinating stuff. I could feel them getting smarter (and becoming better people, right Liberal Arts?) while I was learning partial derivatives and "for" loops. Things will change; I have a philosophy and religion course lined up for next semester. On side note, I'm also switching to the "El Miguel" system of scheduling (no classes before 10AM, I highly recommend it).

Course selection isn't the only place I've been negligent. My allegedly constructive free time has been going towards sports, java programs (i.e. Fruit Stand, Hobbit Village), and digital surgery more than writing or drawing. I love creative writing and sketching, yet somehow this blog has been my only creative outlet in the past six months. Maybe I'll finally get around to that "message machine" script with OSK...


Sunday, November 04, 2007

"No, It's More Like 'AAURG!'"

I just ate my first gumdrop in a week or so. It's been a long time since I kept any in my room, but I got a couple bags yesterday. OSK and Koops know what gumdrops mean. They're a symbol of our times together; Star Trek marathons, Mobil runs, Diddy Kong, etc. They're also delicious, which is why they're here.

But they bring up an issue. What am I doing this summer? It's a long way off, I know, but I have a terrible habit of never planning for anything, and then not doing it. So I might as well start not planning now. The central question about this summer is whether or not to go home. My older brother warned me that, after the unparalleled freedom of college life, this is a bad idea. I'm inclined to agree, plus, I want to do something interesting instead of just bumming around home. But where else am I going to go? Staying here is an option (though not an altogether appealing one), but it would require me getting a job as a tour guide (ick) or researcher, which is unlikely given my incredibly limited experience. The other option is getting an apartment or something wherever I can find work (in a lab, as a raft guide, whatever). But this plan is full of problems too. Who am I going to live with (having no friends around would blow)? How am I finding this job? Am I ready to be living on my own?

Meanwhile, the plan of staying at home does have some perks. Little City Pizza. Star Trek marathons. Epic video game undertakings. XC training camp (for myself and others). Not having to pay rent or for all my food.

Fuck. My head hurts...

I Also Cry For You, Writer's Block

Yeah, posts have been few and far between lately. Work has piled up and I've only just started to get my shit together, so hopefully thing will pick up again soon. The fact that I just deleted two drafts doesn't help. One was a silly bit on how much I love cold New England winters and hot chocolate, but it would have been really uninteresting to read so it had to go. The other was pretty much just a title, "Love Letters From The Gallows", which I love, but doesn't have a decent enough post to justify putting it up, despite its awesomeness.

To be honest, I probably could do something with hot chocolate, and I have something I could write about daylight savings, I'm just a little too lazy right now.