Another blog that won't be updated

Not to mention will remain relatively unchecked, hoorah. My good friend Ryan has started his own blog over at http://ryan.kirchhof.com/ which is pretty exciting (Right). On a side note, I think it's always easier to be a badass writer while listening to rock.

My real reason of posting about it is of course not to ACTUALLY promote his blog, as that would be silly considering no one reads this blog. It is, in factm to respond to this post, which is cool although kind of old news. I want to point you here, here, and here. Which are, respectively, the same thing as his without music, with vocals, and something else entirely.

It's not a Tuma

I never have anything interesting to say. Isn't that weird? I'll just post some kind of weird barbershop quartet or triplet or something.

Yet Another Comic Cop-Out

I enjoy putting absolutely some effort into something to amuse people without thinking of anything to actually say. I'm sure I could think of SOMETHING if I really tried, but as of yet, no one actually READS anything I post and what are the chances no one would care anyway, so maybe if that happens I'll continue with my random posts of randomnity. Comic-chan time!

I Can't Fink of Anyting

I haven't posted any material as I can THINK of none. I have a song I wanted to post, but it's in MIDI format and I can't figure out how to record it. I mean, I could export the .mid files to Fruity Loops and then export to .MP3 but I would lose the instruments I already have on them and I don't want to do that. So, maybe I'll just have to get a microphone/recorder with MIDI in functionality and use that. So I suppose I have to find something to talk about now. I'm watching cartoons. How about that? That sound good? No? I'm going to talk about it anyway. I'm watching, specifically, Samurai Jack, the best thing that ever happened to Cartoon Network (As opposed to that one live action show that had the kid names Jimmy in it, you know, the one with the kid having the brain of the old guy and then he hallucinates and it's funny cuz he's like hallucinatin' and den dere be liek gigs ad pranks un stuf ya noe?). It's actually a pretty good show, and most of the time it keeps me interested and watching. Although sometimes I tear my attentioon away from it. Like now. And, uh, although I guess I could talk about my favorite TV shows and stuff but I'll save that as a last ditch effort when I absolutely can't think of anything. Until then,

Now playing: Carbo - This Must Be A Dream
via FoxyTunes

That.

This is a Not Post

I have no topic to do a topic about. So I will instead talk about nothing. Do you think ever of nothing? It does not exist. Because it is nothing. But it is there. Although you can not see it. Because it does not exist. Because it is nothing. No one does not exist either. Because no one is nothing and nothing does not exist. Because it is nothing. There can be no sound that is not a sound because if a sound is not a sound it is nothing and does not exist. Because it is nothing. I will topic about something more interesting later. Until then I will topic about nothing. But I won't. Because I can't. Because nothing does not exist. Because it is nothing.

It's Another Day in Comic-Land

Feelin' lazy today. Also feelin' my last two posts were missing something. Therefore;

I'm Going to Do This With My Thing

Jeez, I am SO HAWT right now, I wish I could just do this post and get it over with. But enough semi-obvious sexual innuendos, let's get on with the actual content. This post is a triple post since, from observing last night, I came up with a theory and a rant. First, however, I will rant about my original topic which is of course

Sexual Innuendos

These are the things that make you say "Wait, that sounded wrong" and similar sentences. Usually said after an accidental sexual innuendo. This post is along the lines of my previous post stating that bad words only exist because we accept them as bad words. This post, however, is more a complaint that there are SO MANY WAYS to say "sex". Why? This applies even more to this than bad words in that you can pretty much apply it to any word, make up a new word for it, or whatever. The reason it applies even more is because there is already a completely ridiculous way to say it. "Do". What. The. Hell. Why? "Let's do this!" "I did it." "I would do that, but I'm busy." Generic, everyday sentences. But they can be thought of as totally perverted. Again, this rant is mere food for thought. If you don't acknowledge such words as sexual, they won't be sexual, and so we can use them without fear of.. stupidity. I could probably say more, but for now, I won't. Time for the second part of this post, another rant

HCWTF
(Holy Crap, What The Fuck)

A rather crude way to say it, but this is how I feel about the ever-decreasing age of rather perverted little girls. Don't take that the wrong way; I'm talking about different levels of perversion. In general, I just mean that girls younger and younger are starting to care about boys. Yeah, yeah, it's "natural" but at 9!? Maybe it's a stereotype but that's the age that girls have cooties and boys are just gross. Actually, that simply IS a stereotype, but you probably get the idea. Basically, at that age you don't need to be worrying about boyfriends and girlfriends and the like. That brings emotional drama unless it's completely superficial (Thus "perverted") in which case.. well, it brings drama. When I say superficial I mean that the girls are talking about their looks, and the boys are talking about the girls looks in.. um.. a much less sensitive way, if you will. Summary? You shouldn't HAVE TO and therefore SHOULDN'T care about relationships until you're older. Looks are superficial. Don't get me wrong, I like girls who are cute and everything. It's just, worrying about looks all the time.. not worth it (This brings to mind another topic of interest: when girls start talking about how they be so cute, yo, and how boring it is). Health maybe, and when you work out you're healthy and you look good, but you really don't need to bring it beyond that unless you really want to. That wasn't a good summary, that was a.. longary. Anyway, this story stems from a party last night, where there was a little girl there talking about how she had 3 marriage proposals. She had a ring and everything (Rich brat, you know). She was said all the boys were saying she looked fiiiiiiiine. Anyway, she was about 9. So, what? She was most likely exxagerating, but nonetheless. She even got to bothering my friend. The party was at a really nice house (Pool, 52" TV, fooseball table, 3 theater seats, whole house/surround sound, Xbox 360, Wii.. you get the idea.) He and I went swimming before they did, and we were playing fooseball when they got in the pool. I guess. Anyway, he started chasing them around and shoving them in the pool (I shoved him in a few times. Normally it doesn't bring that much satisfaction, but when he's not expecting it.. priceless. For the first few times, anyway.) and the game went on for a while (When we got out, the little rich one said "I'm sorry we have better towels then you." "That's alright. I'm sorry our towels aren't as good as yours."). Then we went inside and.. tried to hang out inside the theater room. We were planning on playing the Wii or something, but the girls followed us in and started bothering him. Bwahaha. Anyway, I'd stayed out of the shoving thing except to push him in the pool, and I stayed out of this too, so they didn't bother me. Not before the little girl went around showing everyone her ring, saying "I got a marriage proposal." They started wacking him and.. well, long story short, she explained how all the boys just crowded around her. At one point she said "I like your friend. I want to date him." And I said "I know." She replies "Why? Does he get all the girls?" And I decided not to honor that with a response. Except some surprised stuttering. She said later she didn't really like him, but I wouldn't be surprised if she did. Since I actually did know that she liked him, because little girls bother people when they like them. Rule of the world. Anyway, I'm sure I have more to say on this, but from here it gets more personal, and I'm trying not to put to much of "ME" into my blog and more of "MY OPINIONS". On to the third topic and my theory,

The Faulty Magnet Syndrome

Technically a "faulty" magnet is physically impossible, but the idea is an excellent analogy for my theory. This theory came from the same party that the second rant in this post came from. After the little girls finally left us alone and me and my friend had enough Rock Band, he decided he wanted to go swimming again, since he'd seen some be-kinied girls going out to the pool. He and I are both homeschooled and still somewhat awkward around girls, as far as I know. Anyway, I didn't feel like swimming, so I decided instead to observe what he did. Coming to the part about the faulty magnet: Although we, as boys, are attracted to girls (polar opposites), the entire time he was in the pool, he essentially stayed on the opposite side from them (similar polarity), thus the faulty magnet.
(This brings me to another theory which describes one reason why boys and girls tend to be at least slightly awkward or uncomfortable around each other and that is a lead-back to sexual innuendos. For now, I'll leave you to figure that one out on your own.)
The thing is, and this is an important point, there were three girls. Relevance? They were obviously friends, and they were girls, both fact of which lead to the simple conclusion that they will stay in a group and groups are not easy to interject yourself into. Simple intuition on their part, to the extent that girls tend to stay in groups because it makes them feel safer, boys less so but still so to a point. However, if you have a friend it becomes much easier to ease yourself into a group, since you have a "wingman" as it were. You're naturally going to become more comfortable if you have a "group" of your own, no matter how small. If you're (relatively) alone amongst a crowd of people, all in respective groups of friends, you're going to feel alienated. However, if you have a friend with you, you have someone to feel comfortable around and therefore be accepted more readily into the other groups. Alright, I'm bringing this post to a close, since I'm just a bit tired. I could probably say more, but I won't right now. Until next time, watch, learn, and theorize.

Curses! Foiled Again!

First off, my friend says he's reading this blog now so I can't say things behind his back say I have no readers anymore. I'm kidding of course, I would never say things behind his back. That he knows of. Seriously.

Moving on.

This is my rant about curses. Thus the title of the post, which actually happens to be a double entendre. So, bad words. What exactly makes them so bad? In my opinion, the only reason that they're "bad" words is that they're simply accepted as such. Most of them don't even mean anything except "poo" which isn't exactly a bad word. It just has a bit of a gross meaning. Even then, I'm not sure they came to mean that except for "crap" which was apparently part of the last name of the guy who invented the toilet; Thomas Crapper. I don't why other bad words mean what they mean, they just DO because we say so, as a society. A "crapper" was a toilet for a while, but now it's a curse word. Connection? I have no fucking idea. Leading, of course, into that particular word. I don't know where that one came from either; I do know, however, that it was originally intended, literally, as a "sentence enhancer", to the effect that its purpose is to emphasize meaning. I.E. "I hate my job" versus "I fucking hate my job"where emphasis is put on the word and therefore spread to the rest of the sentence; enhancing it, if you will. Basically, we have the power to make pretty much anything into a bad word, and we can, of course, make new words as well. Now that I think about it, I'm probably going to have to write something about sexual innuendos and how they annoy me sometime. I'm out.

My Semi-Annual Comic Post

I made a comic a while ago, and then was too lazy to continue it. I'll post one every once in a while, I guess.

For the Heck of it

I don't really play piano, this is all on the spot stuff except for the very beginning and end, which is If I Could Fly by Helloween.



Coincidentally, I feel I should mention this page from which I got the MP3 player.

I haven't really felt like blogging recently. And I can't think of what to say now. So, I shall instead post a short part of a story that I wrote because I had the idea for it, and I felt like writing it at the time. Currently called

The Evil Overlord Who Wasn't Quite Evil Enough

Which is quite a long name. Anyway, here's the story.

“My father wishes I were more evil,” Said the king, with no expression on his face. “He reminds me, even, not to call him father, but ruler before me; for he wants no son and therefore he cannot be my father.” “But sire,” said the newest advisor “Surely you are the most evil in the land?” “Perhaps,” Replied the king. “Besides my father. Under my rule, the people are not prosperous, but neither are they in total poverty. In the rule of my father before me, as he reminds me to no end, were like sheep. They stood by the roads, he said, with no expression on their faces, doing absolutely nothing. He had stripped them completely of emotion, and surely, that is the most evil deed of them all.” The new advisor looked perplexed. “Perhaps, sire, but for it all you are not a ruler whom one would look upon with pride and love, truth? You are perhaps not as evil as your father, but you are evil nonetheless.” The king looked at him with a slightly disdainful expression. “That is not enough for him.” He said simply. “Wait and I will show you what I speak of.” So they waited. A small time later, a knock came at the door. “Ah, here comes a perfect example, I presume” Said the king. He opened the door to find a gentleman standing there. “Hello, my king. May I come in?” Questioned the gentleman. “You may, but first answer me a question,” Said the king. “Have you come to kill me?” The rebel looked surprised for a moment, and then pulled out a gun. “Yes, indeed I have.” The king did not look surprised. “As you wish. Guards, take this man away.” From behind the open doors next to the rebel, two guards came out and apprehended the man. “Wh- what!?” Exclaimed the man. “Let me go!” The king seemed to study the rebel. “Take him down to the dungeon, have him tortured 3 times a week, and let him go after one month.“ He said, finally. “M’lord.” Replied the guards. “And so you see, my dear advisor, my father would have him killed instantly. I can not do so.” “But my king, all you need to do is simply give the order! One order and the man is dead.” Said the advisor. The king studied his advisor as he had studied the rebel. “No. I cannot kill him. For besides being naïve enough to think he can kill me, he has done nothing wrong. He is merely a fool attempting to take down an ever bigger fool. And the only reason he must do it alone is because the rest of the fools out there won’t even stand up to just another fool. And that is what makes them the biggest fools of all.”


Not much of a story, is it? Well, when I originally conceived it it was more of a movie (Thus the extensive dialogue) than a book.

Sick of Blogging... Pun Intended

About two days after I started this blog, I got sick. Now what does that tell you, huh? That's what I thought. Anyway, I'm somewhat better now (Or at least I don't feel and urge to sleep for 24 hours a day) so I decided to post something, for the hell of it. And that something is...

Some Complaints About Vocabulary!

Okay, not "vocabulary", but "vocabulary lessons". The idea of learning all those new words, blah blah blah.. Don't get me wrong, I realize the need to learn vocabulary at a younger age, but 9th, 10th, and possibly (and probably) even before that vocabulary? Come on. I particularly hate it when they call it English (since we should assume we already know English), but it's somewhat justified in that English isn't always vocabulary. Sometimes it's writing, or whatever else they have. Which in itself is annoying, since it gets a bit confusing; you have your English lessons ("So this is learning words?" Said the confused pupil. "Or is this writing?" "No," Said the teacher. "This is learning how to read while standing on a bench doing yoga poses upside down." The student replied "Oh."), your English lessons, your English lessons, and your English lessons.
But I digress. After a certain time, you know how to talk, or so you should assume. By learning how to write letters and how to spell the words you speak, you've learned essentially all you need to know. After you learn all the words essential for language, you don't need to know any other words, unless you want to. Because what is a language but a form of communication? And English is a language, and we can all speak it without using the words we learn much later in the said grades. After we have learned what we need, every word we learn becomes simply yet another potential road block in the field of English, which already is an obstacle course in the world of communication. You can tell others of the new words you have learned, the long, confusing new words; they won't understand them, but you can tell them. And if you don't use these new words regularly you'll lose them. They'll drop out of your head, most of the time. And why would you use them? You can say what you need to say with what you knew before you learned the new word. The obstacle course metaphor I used has a point; whenever you learn a new, long word that you don't use that often, you'll probably forget it, so if you use it in front of someone and they don't understand it, you can tell them what it means, but chances are they won't remember. And so another word is added to the mass of words floating in our heads, and it becomes ever harder to communicate with others because there are so many ways to say the exact same thing.
People will get confused. You have so many different ways to say things. The point of communication is communication, and nothing else. Not seeming fancy. Not confusing people, certainly not. Whenever you learn a word that most likely won't be understood, there's no point in using it. Because it hinders communication.

That One Game I Forget the Name of

Yes! How did you guess? I AM going to review a game no one knows or cares about. How observant of you.

Today's Bad Game No One Has Heard of Review:

Ninjabread Man for Wii
Developer: Conspiracy Entertainment

Yes, you heard me right, Ninjabread Man.
This is not a game about a loaf of bread dressed completely in black, with a sword. No, this is a game about a cute and cuddly gingerbread man with an eternally dark and threatening expression on his round lil' head. They barely put anything into the player model, only enough to make it look almost like it's running as fast as you actually move.
I'll try to avoid spoiling the story OH WAIT there is none. You run around for no adequately explained reason with a sword and some kind of.. throwing ball of energy, or something, and you attack and kill various monsters such as: cake, more cake, even more cake, and bees, all of which- with the exception of the bees- are the same models with slightly different looks.
Supposedly the monsters are invading your homeland, but there doesn't seem to be much there anyway so I don't know what the problem is. Starting on the gameplay itself now.
There are four levels and a "tutorial" for what it's worth. Some kind of Ninjabread sensei tells you how your controls work. I mean, he doesn't actually "tell you" per se, he just shows you an image of the nunchuck and arrows coming out of the nunchuck. Descriptive, and as in most games, completely obvious.
Playing around with the buttons lets you figure out the controls fairly quickly without any help, since you really can't do much and there are no consequences such as "losing ammo" or "losing health" (Although the health part only applies to the tutorial, in which you are invulnerable.), so there's no point in the tutorial, quite frankly. Although it does extend the gameplay by that one oh-so-important fraction of a second. You go outside the house you started in, and start running around and jumping and just having a "woo-look-how-fast-I-can-go" blast. That was sarcasm, by the way, it's really not that fun. The Ninjabread man does run quite fast though.
So there's an arrow at the bottom of your screen, eternally telling you which direction to go. The moment you start following that you find a gate. The tutorial really take off at this point, when you run once again into the old Ninjabread sensei. Or maybe it should be Senseibread. He "tells you" that you can jump by flicking the nunchuck upwards. Wait.. what? Okay, maybe that's not that bad, but this game doesn't have the best response time. Or response at all, really. It's very hard to get it to react to your movements. Luckily, the developers realize that their game is complete shovelware designed only for a quick buck, so you can also use the Z button on your nunchuck to jump. You can double jump, which completely gets rid of any doubt you had for the nunchuck before in terms of using it to jump, since the chances of you getting that second jump using the motion are one in a million. The point of the first gate is to jump up some stairs and grab a scroll. I don't know what the scroll is for and they don't explain it in the game. Once that's done you can go into the second gate, in which you're told how to attack. Swing the Wiimote, which may or may not work usually maybe sometimes. Again, it's very hard to get it to recognize your movements and so attacking is a bit of a pain. You destroy some enemies with your sword, grab a scroll, and move on. Third gate, and your sensei wants you to use the B button on the Wiimote to throw.. um.. things.. well I don't know what they are but they're some kind of long range attack so there. You have to hit several targets until a scroll appears and you can grab it. The more you use your long range attack, the more your meter charges up in the lower left hand corner, the image of the attack changes (Not that the actual attack itself changes it's look in any way), and it becomes more powerful. To the point where you can shoot at an enemy from across a room and kill them in one hit. Versus the three from your sword. Yeah.
You're transported to the first room, where there are mushrooms and cookies as platforms and enemies to kill. You jump up on the platforms, get some kind of glowing canister, a lock unlocks somewhere, and you repeat until you've unlocked all the locks and you can use the teleporter thing. You have to unlock a teleporter. So you can go somewhere else. So you can teleport again. I guess the point is to kill all the enemies but you don't have to if you don't want to. I don't need to describe the levels, because they're almost all EXACTLY THE SAME. The most interesting thing about this game was a disco-type floor you have to cross. You fall through and into some pie filling or something and get hurt. Oh yeah, I forgot, you can get hurt. And you will get hurt, a lot, if you use your sword. Whenever you kill an enemy a heart usually flies out which you can grab for a health boost. Back to the pie filling place. You see some green tiles with feet on them, and you immediately realize you have to walk above them on the disco floor to avoid falling. You do so and the world is right as rain. That's the entire game. Kill things with a completely unbalanced weapon, and jump places to get things to go somewhere to get things and kill things to go somewhere. Thanks for joining me.

I Felt Like It, So I Blogged

I'm blogging. Not because I have to, but because I want to. Probably. Maybe I don't. I'm going to anyway. I've decided to create a blog because I can, and for no other reason. Except maybe I'm too damn lazy to make a comic or some other way of expressing myself.

Let me tell you about myself. I mean, not literally. I'm just going to say stuff. And you're going to pick up on what I'm like. And if you don't, you don't deserve to know, so neh.

I'm going to use proper grammar and spelling on this blog, if I'm going to have one. Again, not because I have to, but because chatspeak is a FUCKING moronic way of speaking that manages only to degrade oneself into the bottomless pits of stupidity. More on that some other time.

My moral standing says I don't like to curse. And my parents probably don't want me to curse. But I will anyway. Because I feel like it. Sometimes. It gets the point across.

I'm going to stop typing now. Because I am tired, and want to sleep. Despite the fact I'll probably stay up reading into the night. Offhandedly type to you later.