- Rusty, dusty, and what not 2004-04-13 08:52:01 Time to dust off this account. I've been out due to college work. Go figure. No really...go figure it out. It should distract you from this. Anyhow, I am now working on three AMVs. @.@ But they are looking good so far. I'm doing another SOAD movie and a Linkin Park movie to Trigun...so what if I'm obsessed with Trigun? If Cowboy Bebop was around, you'd see more of those. Oh...the other video...Berserk movie done to a KoRn song. All are looking good so far and I should be done in the next...lemme see...millenium. Hope you're all still around for that. Well, back to work.
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Hiatus Haiku
2004-01-21 14:48:49
I had disappeared.
But, prepare to laugh quite hard
For I am back now.
Yes, I was on hiatus. That's why there is this huge gap between days that screams "You lazy bum!" I'm sure you could hear it too. Or was it perhaps lack of sleep and too much caffinee? Or was it that the Zerg Overmind had suddenly tapped into my mind and I became a hapless zombie that was bent on destruction against the Protoss and Terran by bringing in my superpowered Ultralisks and Devourers to demolish bases within seconds?
...
I like the caffinee one.
I had disappeared.
I had way too much caffinee
And not enough sleep.
That would better explain my position, I'm glad you understand. You do understand my predicament, correct? *pulls out a shotgun* I thought you'd see things my way. *pulls the trigger and shoots his foot* I...see...another hiatus coming up...Need...medical attention. -
He's all conversation heart #5
2004-01-18 21:27:48
When you watch some interviews, ever notice that the interviewers look like they want to get the heck out of there? They ask a question and after that, they go into golf mode("Maybe I should have hit him with the 3 Wood instead") and nod. When they stop talking they snap to reality and immediately ask the next question. So, if one of those guys were to interview me, this is probably how it would go:
Interviewer: So, how long have you been in the gaming business?
Me: Well, for around 3 years now. I think that I work with really good teams.
Interviewer: (nod) Do you like working in your environment?
Me: Yeah, the people are great and lots of free pizza. I love working with those guys.
Interviewer: (nod) Do you enjoy working with other team members?
Me: (blink) Uh...I said I love working with them.
Interviewer: Yeah, they can be buggy sometimes, but I'm sure you can workaround that.
Me: Work around what? I have nothing to complain about.
Interviewer: Wow, all that pent up anger. I bwet they really get on your nerves.
Me: No they don't! But you are getting there!
Interviewer: Don't worry about it. I'm sure your team leader will do something about it if you file a complaint.
Me: You...you're not even listening to me! So, I could say that you are a heartless, stuck-up brat!
Interviewer: I agree completely. What will you do instead?
Me: I will shove that notepad filled with drawings of crappy animals down your throat!
Interviewer: Well, more power to you. I hope you succeed.
Me: So do I.
And so, without further ado, I would cram that down his throat. If he doesn't like it, I will say, "Just watch your interview on the next 60 Minutes without falling asleep and you'll see."
I'm sure that'd go well, but it'd be quite annoying. Or if they interview me after someone in my family passed away, I would get similar results.
Interviewer: I'm sorry your friend passed away.
*sobbing*
Me: I know...it's so sad. He was always there for me. A great friend.
Interviewer: (nod) What was he like?
Me: (look up) I just told you...he was a great friend. Always there when I needed him. Fun to be with. He was only 21 too.
Interviewer: How old was he?
Me: My goodness. Are you listening?
Interviewer: Oh my, so young.
Me: You heartless monster! Listen to what I have to say.
Interviewer: Is that so? Who was the drunk driver?
Me: You know what? Screw this! (leaves)
Interviewer: (alone) That's ironic. So, why was he at that party?
*pause*
Interviewer: (still alone) Oh...didn't work out then.
And so...that episode of 20/20 would suck. So, when you are being interviewed, make sure the interviewer is actually listening. May you go on a hunt and hear from the media "There he is! Shoot! Shoot!" and confuse them for enemies. -
What do you do with a drunken sailor moon? o_o #4
2004-01-17 20:50:12
Wow, I slept the whole day away. My next AMV will be delayed now, not that anyone was expecting it anytime soon. If it was expected, I'd see people outside carrying torches and yelling "We want more cheeze!" o_o Believe me...that's the scariest thing you'll ever see. Have you seen what they do to those who do not offer cheeze to cheeze freaks that are pyros? It's not pretty.
But there is no international incident, so my next AMV is going to be made all in due time. Just hang in there, I know you can. It's another Trigun one too...surprise? Not really. My other two vids were Trigun. So...I went with my boring wit and went with Trigun for this one too.
So now for that immortal question...What do you do with a drunken sailor moon early in the morning? Here is my answer...
I honestly have no idea. I don't even know what to do if I even see Sailor Moon. Well, I went ahead and asked a few people what THEY would do. You know how I value other peoples' opinions. *cough*
First, I went to a bar and asked a few of the locals there.
Me: What do you do with a drunken sailor moon early in the morning?
Punk rocker with piercings that would make you barf: HIT ME!!!
Note: When a drunkard says "HIT ME!!!" don't hit him. I learned that the hard way.
After a small bar fight, I looked at my beer stained notepad and found the words "Jeff wants his Sarah." I got nothing except for bruises and smelly clothes that reeked of strawberries and a cryptic message. So, I went to a strip club to find out. I asked a local there.
Me: What do you do with a drunken sailor moon early in the morning?
Stripper with piercings that would make you barf: How much you got?
Me: Oh, trying to make me pay for info huh? All right. I'll offer $20.
I didn't realize that she only listened to money talk. She heard absolutely nothing else I said. I learned this the hard way too.
Guy next to me with logos that would make you barf: $30!
So, it was a bid for info. I would get the answer no matter how much it cost!
Me: $40!
Guy: $50!
---Time lapse---
Me: $78.65, a ball of lint, a copper wire, a dead mouse, and a button that goes to a shirt I had eons ago!
Guy: o_O fine...
So I won the bid, but it wasn't information I got. It was...well, you get the idea. I thought it was a ritual practiced in her tribe. But when she did her business, she strutted off. I had lost $78.65, a ball of lint, a copper wire, a dead mouse, and a button.
By then, I gave up. So, if you know what to do with a drunken sailor moon early in the morning, tell me ok? Just keep it simple, ok? And remember...milk spoils, so drink up me hearties, yo ho! -
Why am I up so late? #3b
2004-01-16 02:42:34
I am staying up just so I can create this journal entry that no one will read anyways...so what's the point? The answer is simple. I'm bored.
And so, without further ado, my entry that will bore you, yet intrigue you. You won't be able to pull away from it. It will haunt you if you do not read it to the end. This entry will knock your socks off in a way that not even I can explain. It will...
Oops, sorry. So, without further introduction, I will type my entry that will surmaze and aprise you. It will leave you speechless and talk about it with your friends all day long so that they will suffer too. It will annihilate all mankind. It will benefit everyone who reads it. It will...
have to wait until later because I need to go now. Well, have fun. May the force be with you...never.
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