Wandering The Wild Forest

You know what's absolutely hilarious? Watching two fat people argue. Teeheehee. Fat people entertain me so...

Hiya, folks. 'twas Monday today. Not Tuesday, as some of you might have believed. Nor was it Thursday, for those of you whose concept of time has deteriorated to that point. Monday. Worst day of the week.

Monday is NOT a day for change, people. Routines should be kept. You wanna modify a routine? Fine. But for the love of God, don't do it on Monday! Monday is not a good day! I'm always so tired Mondays...I hate them so. Had a crappy sleep AGAIN last night...Fell asleep listening to my music. This time, I put the discman on hold, so the volume wouldn't change. I think I set it to the Chrono folder this time...Yeah. Good folder. I'm thinking maybe Lufia/Lunar tonight. That's a good one. But it's got one song that's kind of annoying when trying to sleep...Lyrics and all. And there's only eleven songs in the folder...

I'm thinking I should burn a new CD. A rewritable one. Then I'll just alter it as I see fit. There's a few changes I want to make to the one I have now anyways...I'd like to cut out the Breath of Fire folder. Also, the XenoGears folder. I just don't listen to them...I'd like to change the Castlevania folder. There's a few songs I don't like...I'd also like to expand my MegaMan folder, and add more Metroid. I have MegaMan and Metroid in one shared folder now...I'd like to get enough of each that I may expand it into two folders. That would be nice...I'd also like to add a folder of all of the most mellow and relaxing music...Something to listen to whilst I sleep. Set it to randomize, and let it sort out the rest...I'd need to include all of my favourite piano songs...600 AD...Town Life...Waltz of Pain...Blue Lament....And other generically mellow ones. Like Lounge Lemmings. Oh! And Tears for a Moonlight Knight. That's a great one. But it's on a more action-y folder, so I can't have that when I fall asleep...It's nestled between a Sims acid mix and a Street fighter remix. I'd rather not fall asleep to the sound of Guile announcing his Sonic Boom attack, thank you very much. But yeah...That's definately good. If you're looking for something nice and done on the piano, go here, and download anything by...Well, it's either KlUtZ, or kLuTz. Not sure which. But either way, Klutz. He's amazing. Specifically, he did a couple of Chrono Trigger remixes, and a Final Fantasy or two. Beautiful songs, all of them. I swear, listening to his version of 600 AD in piano...*dreamy sigh* It fills me with so many memories of playing Chrono Trigger...God, those were good times! :)

Speaking of video games...I had to bring MegaMan back today :( Made me sad to part with it so soon...Alas, I did not complete all of the games! I need to rent it again...I'd do so next weekend, but I'm gonna be hella-busy with the drama. We actually sold out! We sold out! That's like...Umm...I dunno, somewhere between 70 and 90 people. At fifteen bucks a ticket! Hell yeah! And there are even more people that would be interested in seeing it, from what I was told! We could pull off another show, and make even more money! Money, beautiful money for the drop-in! Which is good, 'cause we're flat broke. A couple weeks ago, we ran out of good pop, and...well, ALL the food. There's no food. Not a single chocolate bar...The only pop that's left now, I believe, is Diet 7-Up. Something like that...Yeah. But back to video games...lol. I'd rent MegaMan, but my Saturday is pretty much entirely dedicated to the drama...I may even have to get up *shudder* early...to do it. I haven't gotten up early on a Saturday since...I dunno, a period of time ago.

Speaking of time...I spent a large portion of my weekend thinking about time. Time scares the crap out of me, ladies and gentlemen. Simple as that. It seems to be the one thing in life that's a constant, always flowing, while we all have to go by it at all times. It is something that we cannot harness. You know the saying, Time Flies when you're having fun? It totally does. I remember the day I learned that...I'd heard it before, but never really realized what it meant. I was a little kid, I thought it was just an expression. I was at Jared's house, and...If I remember correctly, we were playing video games. Either a Hugo game, or Where in the World is Carmen Sandiago....When my parents showed up to pick me up. I was outraged, thought they were early. Wanted to play more video games. Then Jared's dad said 'Time flies when you're having fun", and the meaning sunk in. Yep. There you have it, a pointless memory that is engraved in my brain! I'd like to talk more about time, but I'd just confuse myself. So instead, I'll move along to a time-related subject.

Routines. I am a slave to routine. It is in my Obsessive Compulsive nature. Everything has to be done around a certain time-frame. I must get out of bed between 7 and 7:15. Anything else is herecy. I must check webcomics and blogs until 7:40. I must get ready for school until 7:46-47. I must greet Eric as he arrives at my house around 7:55. I must exit my house at 7:58, or when Rick gets there. Whichever comes first, which is usually 7:58. If the bus comes any later than 8:03, I get pissed off. I don't really have much of a morning routine. I wander...It has to be aimless, or there's no point. Kate usually meets me at her locker, or at the end of the Tech hall as I walk back from putting my coat in my locker. Coke must be purchased. Then the wandering commences, until about...8:55. Then I head down to my Calculus class. At break, there's a very specific routine involving going to the locker, going back up the hall, turning left, turning right, turning right again, and turning right one last time to end up under some stairs. Jared, today, decided to alter the routine and wander slightly. I told him that he was blaspheming. He laughed. I later told him, a few times, that Monday is not a day for changing routines. He agreed with me, and we wandered back to our generic spot with a minute and a half to spare. Then class...Then another class...Then locker. We discovered today that we HAVE to go to our locker. Even if we're not getting anything. Otherwise, it just doesn't feel like lunch...We both noticed it, there was something odd until I suggested we go to the locker. We usually hang out at one place for a while, then wander off. Then spare...My routine here varies. I sometimes go to Food Basics. Sometimes 7/11. But with about five minutes or so left of last period, I always head down to Jared's Data Management class, so that I may greet him and go to the locker with him. Otherwise I have to wait at the locker for him, and I can't stand waiting at all. Then I have to wait around the locker until a certain point has passed...It WAS 3:38, but then the bus decided to start showing up early, around that time. So I have to work out a new (and exact) time to leave. I have no routine at home...Mostly because what I need to do differs so much. It usually involve video games, trying to save an hour or two at the end of the night for blog post and webcomic reading. Yep. That's my routine. I can't stand it when there are changes to my routine. It bugs the hell out of me. I am VERY wary of accepting changes to routines, but after it's been done for a few days, it feels normal again. But dammit, Monday is not a day for change!

Yep...Pretty normal day. I really need to study for Calculus tomorrow, though...I have a test on Wednesday, and another on Thursday. Bleh....Had a quiz in programming...Got 20/30. But what I like to think, is that for every error I made, I got two correct. Yep. I did better on an English quiz last week...I got 32/30. Thank you, bonus question! Ah, English. I would do so damn good in that course if I just did the work! *sigh* Oh, woe! To be a procrastinator! Oh well. I'll figure something out about that. Later!

Hm...What to rant about next...?

Ah! I have it!

*ahem*

You know what PISSES me off? People that have arguments on the bus. With somebody across the isle. With two people sitting between you. Two dumb bitches had some sort of dumb bitch argument on the way home today. God, it was annoying. Dumb Bitch A kept saying 'Don't judge me' and saying that Dumb Bitch B had a big mouth, and that she had put up with idiots for years, and wasn't going to put up with them any longer. Dumb Bitch B was just being bitchy and dumb. I didn't really listen to any of her comments, but she was being snide and just generically bitchy. Pissed me right off. Do NOT have arguments on the fucking bus! Yeah, if you do that, you still have to sit in a somewhat confined space with them until you finally reach your stop. If you stop arguing, then it's all awkward for the rest of the ride. And if you don't, you piss off Nate. Not only do you piss of Nate, but you piss off everyone else within hearing distance. And on the bus, with their goddamn high-pitched voices, that's fucking EVERYBODY! The bus driver repeatedly told them to stop, but they wouldn't fucking listen. The only thing that shut them up for a few minutes was a rude comment by one of the other kids on the bus, which followed a comment on how big a mouth Bitch B had. The other kid said something about the big mouth, and her being on her knees. It was quite funny. Yep. But seriously. Don't get into arguments on the bus. It's just damn annoying. I mean, if I had a gun, and had brought it with me on the bus, they'd both be dead right now. I guess I'd be, too...There's no way they're putting me away!

I decided today that I want to die in a dramatic and cliched way. You know...The way video game heroes die. Saving the world or something, ultimate sacrifice, stuff like that. Maybe saving a princess. The more cliched, the better! Yep. Either that, or a caffeine overdose.

I was writing again today in my little journal-dealy...It's somewhere near the back of one of my notebooks. One of my notebooks that never ever leaves my backpack. So don't even try to get it. JARED. It holds my most personal thoughts, things I won't even say here. I filled up another double-sided page today. Pretty much all about one main subject...And the majority of it depressing. But oh well. It's amazing how fast a page fills up when you're just writing as you go...Teachers always stop to talk to me while I'm sitting there, writing. Ms. McLean usually pops in. We had a rather lengthy discussion about Stephen King books on Friday. I'm supposed to read the Gunslinger series. And I had a conversation with Ms. Tremblay today about Coke. As it turns out, she's a Coke addict, too. She eluded to such in class, sometime in the first week. But today confirmed such suspicions. But alas! She had a Coke that didn't taste right at some sort of sporting event, and she's taking it as a sign to cut back...Or something. Yeah...But apparently, she turns to Coke before coffee to get her caffeine fix. Oh, Coke. I do love thee so.

I actually had a pretty good day today, despite the fact that it's a Monday. I'm hoping for a bus cancellation tomorrow, simply because I don't want to do anything. But I'm fine if we have to go. If buses ARE cancelled, then I don't get to see the girl I have a crush on, but I get to stay home. If they aren't, then I do, but I have to learn. Each has an upside and a downside. Quite frankly, I'm fine with each. Yep...Either way, I'm not gonna do much work. But with me, that's just to be expected. I dislike work in all forms. I wish that I didn't...I could do fairly well in school if I gave a damn, and did the work. I'd understand the lessons if I did the homework. I'm going to try to do the homework for this new unit in Calculus...So I can keep on track, and understand things. Other than that, meh. What homework will I have for English? Oh no, Essays and Hamlet! I love essays. I love Shakespeare. Do your worst, English! DO YOUR WORST! Or better yet, don't. Yep. And programming? Psh. Any programming homework which is actually programming isn't homework at all. Programming is fun! I really enjoy doing it.

I kind of don't like the way Mr. Kaune teaches...I dunno, I just don't feel like I've learned that much. I wish we'd spent a little more time earlier on going over the basics, syntax and all that. I have no idea how to start a program. There's void and static and stuff, but I don't know what it all means, what I should put when...All that. It's kinda scary. I just hope I can learn enough to get through it. Yeah....But hey, at least the class if fun! How could it not be, with Jared, Ben, Mitch, Matt, and myself?

Yep...What else is there to talk about?

I like to draw on myself. With sharpie. But my dad has a problem with this. I don't see why. Yeah, yeah, ink and all that. I'm fine with that. I don't care. It's my arm. But he gets all pissy whenever I draw on it. And a pissy dad means no computer. Yep...Not fun. Heh. But I get so many compliments on what I draw on my arm! People say it's cool, ask if it's a real tattoo and stuff...They actually like it! It really makes me happy. I remember when I had it drawn all over my arm...When my dad was away for a few days...That was awesome! People commented on it so often! When all it really was, was me getting bored in class with a Sharpie. It's all just randomly drawn stuff that I think looks cool...

But I DO want a tattoo! I want a tattoo like that of Gabe, from Penny Arcade! There's a specific comic, where the tattoo is quite visible...

On The Matter Of Gay Space Frogs

Yep. If you're intrigued by the link there, check it out! Penny Arcade is full of hilarity. They're so funny...Oh, Gabe. I love you so. The latest four-part series in it is quite entertaining....And shortly before that, Internal Dialogues was a great one...Yep. Check it out. PA rocks!

And now, for something completely different!

I got bored the other day and drew a blue line with Sharpie on my brother's cat's head. A blue line in the middle of a white cat's forehead. Hilarity!

Anyways...I wanna keep reading Bob and George. So that's enough post for tonight.

Until next time,
Brevity is the soul of wit,
~Kataron

Waltz Of Pain

For fuck's sake, Dr. Wily. Just stop. Give it up. You've failed. You're going to keep failing. Every robot you build, I will destroy. Every robot I destroy, I gain more powers, I get stronger. You get weaker. And if you think your pathetic little flying saucer thing can stop me, you're sadly mistaken. Every goddamn game, you get in a new one and try and blow me up. IT ISN'T WORKING.

Yeah...I just finished MegaMan 6 about half an hour ago. I've beaten one through six since Friday night, and that's WITH the hours of being at the church for the drama on Saturday. With my brother bugging me to play. A lot. I got lucky, though. My brother went over to some kid's house for a sleepover on Saturday night, so I got to play to my heart's content. And damn, it was fun. I need to rent it again, though...I still need to beat 7 and 8, as well as the two hidden ones, that just appear as '?' when I move over them...I assume they're something along the lines of 9 and 10. But 10 would be MegaMan X...DAMN that was a good game. *drools* But...Yeah. Oh, that reminds me. Remember Dr. Cossak, from the last post? Yeah, as it turns out, Dr. Wily kidnapped his daughter. Protoman freed her. Good old Protoman. Then in the next game, Protoman was the bad guy. NOT cool. But, of course, it was an imposter. Then the real Protoman came in and blasted it, healed me, then let me finish it off. Some of the boss battles in that are just SO easy...Every boss has an exploitable weakness, the trick is to find it as fast as possible. The faster you find it, the faster you win, the less health you lose, the more lives you save. Some are as simple as SHOOTING THE FLASHING BALLS in the boss. Others range from charging up a special attack, waiting for the enemy to appear in a certain spot, then firing at it. Others include jumping onto certain platforms and firing at the right time, when the boss is undefended. But they're all weak against something!

Another interesting thing I noticed about these games...In EVERY GODDAMN ONE, when you get to the boss, you have to fight all of the main robots again. There's a little room, with teleporty dealies. You step in them, then you get sent straight to that boss. It's really really easy when you have all of the weapons. Each boss is weak against the weapon on another boss. If you do the boss fights in a good order, you can take them all out EASILY. But it's just kind of dumb...I mean, you go through so much to destroy them. Then there's doubles of every single goddamn one. I don't know about you, but that just pisses me off.

On a lighter note, w00t! Century Gothic! I finally got Trillian using Century Gothic...Thank you latest update! Whenever I used to change the font, it would change the font for EVERYTHING. My text, the other person's text, my screen name, the other person's screen name. Mostly just the other person's text bothered me. Made it harder to tell the difference. The latest update lets the other person's text stay the same. Screen names are changed, though. But oh well. Yay Century Gothic!

Yep...

I delight in the suffering of others. I was channel-surfing earlier, and I happened across...Well, I dunno, something, but there was a little girl crying. I thought it was hilarious. Heheheheh...She was so upset...Some things really just set me off. Can't stop laughing. Especially when I'm wired....I remember, when we were rehearsing for the drama yesterday, I was wired, and I ended up rolling around on the floor laughing. I can't even remember what I was laughing at...Probably Eric or something.

God damn it, I hate award shows. Yeah, okay. You don't suck. That's great. I don't care which one of you sucks the least. All of those goddamn celebrities, everything's so fancy. Or it's one of those dumb ones for teenagers, where they have the crappy crappy music.

God, I fucking hate rap. Rap and pop. Shitty, shitty music. Britney Spears is a whore. Same with Christina Aguilara. Hell, they're all whores. And the guys are...Well, with boy bands, or solo pop singers, they're all just fuckwits. NO exceptions. And with rap, they're just...shit. They ARE shit. I don't even dignify rap as a type of music. It's not music. It's talking, with music playing in the background. That does not qualify as music. All those who think differently are just plain wrong. Yeah, and if you disagree with me in this paragraph, don't even bother posting and saying so. I'll just insult you. Because you're wrong. Wrong and stupid. Oh, and ugly. Yep. So...Yeah. I'm right. Anyone that sees differently is wrong, so fuck you, go home, don't comment. Not only will I insult you, but I'll get other people in here to insult you. With big words. And if you listen to that, you'll clearly be too dumb to understand them. Yep.

What to rant about next...?

Today was INCREDIBLY uneventful. I got up. I played video games. Tada! Yep. That's it. Well, I also bathed and worked on something for Hamlet, but THAT'S it. It took me ages to get to sleep last night, though...That was annoying. I got to bed around...I dunno, 2:30. Wasn't really very tired. Around 3am, I decided that I was bored. I thus got up and plugged in my discman, so that I could listen to some music whilst I lay in bed. Around four, I got to sleep. Woke up at five to find my headphones blaring max volume, where I had left them at the minimum volume. Which was very odd...I then turned off my music, thought about stuff for a while, and woke up around seven. Thought about stuff again. Eventually fell asleep, and woke up again at ten. Then MegaMan. I hate it when I keep waking up. And it always takes me so damn long to fall asleep. Is there some kind of trick I could do? Something to fall asleep. My thoughts always overtake me at night...I think for ages, about everything. Everything under the sun. Yep.

Guess we're back to school tomorrow...Let's see, did I have any homework? Calculus...Yeah, probably. English, yeah, but I did it...And programming, quiz. I love having a last period spare. It's awesome. But teachers are always asking me if I should be in class and such...Or looking at me weird...But I usually have a large amount of caffeine with me, so it's not all that strange that they'd look at me like that...Caffeine and junk food. Way of the future. Today! Yep.

Gah. Feelings still all confusing and such. As I said in a reply to Rachel's comment, crushes fill me with doubt and such. I mean, I really don't think that the girl feels the same way. I really, really, really doubt it. Hell, until recently, I was under the assumption that she didn't like me at all. Yeah....I dunno, I don't really think she'd like me. Bah, and since I have a crush on her, that means I think about her a lot, which means I fill myself with a sort of false hope. Hope that something could happen...I HATE false hope. DAMN YOU, FALSE HOPE!

Yeah...I'm done for tonight. I wanna read some MegaMan-based webcomics.

Until next time,
Is Capcom aware of all of the sexual connotations that could be put with the names of the enemies in MegaMan? I mean, HARD MAN? And that's only one...
~Kataron

A Fate Preordained

A gem of that size answers all of my questions...

Yo ho ho, folks. I've left the post somewhat late...But on a brighter note, I'm now up to MegaMan 4. And at the beginning of the boss' fortress, too! Yep. Damn Dr. Cossak. Thinks he's so great. I've defeated Dr. Wily three times already, and now he's trying his hand at the villian game? There's too much I don't know...Why is Cossak sending his robots after MegaMan? I figure the best way to find out is to destroy all of his robots, smash through his fortress and put my gun-arm to his head. Hopefully he'll forget the fact that I can't harm humans, due to my accursed programming...But either way, there isn't much he can do without his damn robots. And bust them up, I already have! No real challenges there. Hopefully he'll put up a bit of a better fight. But beware, villian! I have the X-Buster now. Charge-up moves, BIG improvement. Yeah.

Anyways...Enough about video games for a bit. Makes me want to play, and I can't...It being about 1am, and my room, with the PS2 being right beside that of my parents...But yeah. We worked on the drama again today. We're presenting in a week...I'm scared! But I have no major roles, there's only two where I actually have to mouth the words to anything...The one where I'm the innkeeper, and the one where I'm a pharisee(sp?). I have the most anti-religous roles I could get. Quite fun. My favourite role is the one where I'm a Roman Guard, and I get to put the Crown of Thorns on Eric's head, and then whip him. Fun fun. I also get to kick Eric while he's down, because I'm one of the bad neighbour people in another scene. I figure if I don't kick him hard while practicing, he won't expect it during the actual performance. :) And yeah, yeah, Eric, if you're reading...I know, I know, if I kick you, you'll cut off my testicles, etc. I've heard it a few times now. But I'm still not scared. Yep. I didn't actually -do- much involving the drama today...I got there 'round noon, while everybody else had been there since...I dunno, 10 or something. But I DID bring six litres of Coke with me, so I think that makes up for everything. Well, except to Eric and Dave, who can't drink it...Oh well. Dave and I hung out for a while, which is always fun. The organ-dealy they have in the church is...Interesting. Oh, that reminds me. I'm not sure if I mentioned it before, but some shitwad double-booked the drop-in building. So some people were doing...I dunno, SOMETHING in there. We CLEARLY had it booked. With a fucking WEEK left before we have to present this thing! It's fucking communist bullshit! (Note: The term 'communist' is applied by me to anything that I dislike. You dirty communists.) But yeah...We had to move all of the stuff up into the church, and rehearse there. Which is stupid, because we can't have anything set up right in there, with proper exits and all that. Pissed me right off. So Dave and I hung out, then eventually practiced the drama when they were done painting sets and stuff.

I was thinking earlier...I need to find a better way to offend people via my blog. I mean...I can say something in hopes of offending somebody...But it quite often doesn't, and even if I DO offend people there are others that agree with it...I need to find a way to offend everybody at once. Some masterful, offensive statement...That's what I need. Of course, such a statement probably doesn't exist. But research must be done!

Yeah...Geh, new feelings always confuse me. If you're not in my 'inner circle', then you probably don't know what I'm referring to...Let's see, who knows...Jared, of course. Dave. Eric. Rick. And Kate. Yep. To clear things up slightly, it's new feelings about a female. Always is, isn't it? Yep...I won't name names. And if anybody comments on here and does, or mentions names of siblings, I'll kill you. Kill you so very dead. You have been warned, mortals! Yep...Just figured I should mention SOMETHING about that on here. You'll probably be hearing more in the future.

Man...I really wanna go watch crappy old cartoon movies. So I will.

Until next time,
What I'm wondering....Is why Hard Man lives in a Cave, filled with robotic monkeys...
~Kataron

Enter The Frog

Mornin', folks. Yeah...it's about 1:30, so it's a little late for a real update. Especially since I have to go to work on drama stuff tomorrow...Fools wanted me to be up for ten again. INSOLENT MORTALS, WHEN WILL THEY LEARN?!

Great movie on tonight...Demon Knight. Quite entertaining. Ah, Space. You are a source of ever-lasting entertainment for me. But yeah. I'll try to work out enough time for a real post tomorrow...well...tonight, technically. But no promises. I rented that MegaMan Anniversary dealy, so I'll be a little busy stopping Dr. Wily.

Anyways, movie's just about to end, so I'ma go watch it.

Until next time,
I wish I had a vial full of blood...
~Kataron

The Trial in Concert

Damn summoners.

Evening, folks. Unless you're reading this in the morning...If this is the case, STOP READING. STOP NOW. Start again when it is evening.

Message to all those who obeyed me:

Good sheep. I mean...People.

Message to those who didn't:

You are SO dead.

But anyways...I seem to have offended Vero with my last post. To the point where she felt the need to bitch about it on her LJ, saying something about how I was a jerk, blah, blah, crying herself to sleep, etc. You know what, folks? I'm going to be brutally honest with you here. That post on her livejournal made me laugh. Yes, her talking about how I was a jerk and crying herself to sleep made me LAUGH. Yep. I am a jerk. So what? I'm a jerk, she's a bitch. All works out in the end.

But just so it's perfectly clear to those of you who don't read comments...There will be NO INSULTING ME in commentary on my blog. Got it? Any post saying anything insulting about me will be immediately deleted. Regardless of sender, contents, or whether it was a joke. So if you want people to read what you have to say about my blog, then you'd better save the Nate-Insults for your own blog. Where I will thus ignore it, or bitch about YOU. But this is my blog, and I don't take kindly to being insulted. Of course, I will continue to insult all of you. You stupid shits. But that's because this is my blog. I can say whatever the fuck I want. And I can censor you! Or delete your posts, at any rate. I haven't deleted any posts yet, though some have clearly gone against things I said in the past, where I'd delete anonymous ones, etc...But that was mostly because I never bothered to figure out how to delete comments. I tried once, something was weird and messed up. But blogger has recently changed the comment system. I can delete them very, very easily.

The ironic bit is that I'm currently reading a blog post about 'Freedom of Speech'.

Oh, Sean Howard. I love you so. Not only does he do an awesome webcomic, my FAVOURITE webcomic, but he has incredibly interesting rants on the main page, pretty much all the time. Of the thirty webcomics I read, his are the rants that I read most often. Second is Penny Arcade, which is amusing because Sean Howard likes to bitch about PA. But it's quite interesting...I suggest that if you have some free time every now and then, check it out. His commentary on society is a constant source of entertainment for me. And I agree with that he's saying, for the most part.

He was talking about Freedom of Speech in his latest one, as I eluded to earlier. He has quotes from some...uhh...What was it...I dunno, some Conservative and/or Christian article thingy...Anyways, he quoted two things from it.

1. Too many people -- some of them judges -- seem to think that freedom of speech means freedom from consequences for what you have said.

2. Freedom of speech does not imply a right to an audience.

Now, to the first...I'm not entirely sure about it. I mean, I can say whatever the fuck I want to on here, without anybody being able to stop me. Except Jared, but that's because he knows the password...Remember friend, that is not the only shared knowledge. *threat* Anyways...Nobody can stop me. If they did, I could probably sue them or something, freedom of speech and all that. Yet I can delete your posts. Oh, sweet irony! If people are going to come on MY blog, and post things that insult me personally, then I don't have to put up with that shit. See at the top of the page? Yeah, Kataron's Blog. MY blog. You're not going to go into somebody's house just to insult them, are you? If so, you face consequences, as you are on that person's property, and they could very likely have a firearm. I don't have one of those, but I'm not gonna put up with people coming here and talking shit about me. I don't care if you talk shit about me. Just at least have the courtesy of not doing it here. If you're going to say I'm wrong, then say it. I'm not offended by that. But if you're gonna call me a jerk, then I don't give a flying fuck what you say, even if you have valid points. But I'm getting off track...Freedom of Speech. Not sure what else to say about the first one, so I guess I'll move on to number the second...

Just to refresh your memory, 'Freedom of speech does not imply a right to an audience'. And, just as Sean Howard says, it implies the right to find an audience. For instance, you are my audience. I don't force you to read. Except Jared. I force him to read. But other than that, it's your choice. I say what I want. You read it. You're reading it right now. I can go out and find an audience if I want to, that's not a crime. They can stop listening. Then I can find a new audience. It's just like people that go from Forum to Forum advertising stupid things, porn sites, and pills to give you erections. Hell, it's just like spam in general. They can go out and find audiences, even if you don't want to read it. That's not gonna stop them. Unless they're going to tie you down and force you to read it while threatening to cause you bodily harm, you can't sue somebody for spam. Go ahead, try it. I dare you. Seriously. Go. Now.

Back so soon? What's that, you failed? I thought as much. If you suceeded, shut the fuck up, I'm trying to make a point. But yeah. Point made, and score 1 for Nate.

And now for something completely different...

You know what's kinda fucked up? You can actually order a pizza on-line now. Not so fucked up, you say? I'm not finished. LET ME FINISH! You can order a pizza on-line, while playing EverQuest 2. You type...Get this....'/pizza'. Yeah. Not joking, at all. Although, Tim Buckley did a delightful mockery of it! But seriously, that's just fucked up. What, people can't pick up a phone and order a pizza? I tell you, if you're not even willing to do that, if you're starving at your computer, and just unwilling to pick up the goddamn phone...Take a break. You have a problem. Don't quit. Video games are the essence of life. But for fuck's sake, man, take a break. It'll still be there when you get back, and your stomach won't be eating itself.

Yeah. So, let's have a run-through of my day, shall we?

I had a great conversation on the bus this morning with Rick and Eric! Another, not-as-great one on the ride home. But we talked about blogs and such, religion, all that fun stuff. It was a good way to start off the day...Then I got to school, and Kate was studying. Bitch. She's supposed to wander around with me in the morning. But it all worked out for the best, when I found James, who bought me an extra-large triple-triple! Fuckin' right! COFFEE! I hadn't had any in ages...Forever and a day, even. Good shit. First period then rolled around, after I'd drained the coffee. Was quite wired, as you may well imagine. Save the Future went well, with my class donating over a hundred dollars! ($100.06, to be exact...Still technically over a hundred!) And I got a scratch and sniff sticker for my notebook. Now my notebook smells like happy! Quiz in English...It was so easy. Given quotations from Hamlet, had to say speaker, audience, and significance. Who else in the entire play says...And I quote! 'Swear'? If you've read it, and remember, you're probably laughing now. Or you should be. As a sidenote, that's the entire line. One word. Yeah. But anyways, it was easy. Programming was pretty easy, too. Yep. Then lunch. Jared was talking to people most of lunch about his movie, so I was left to wander around again. That's two days in a row he's abandoned me for lunch. And shut the fuck up, Jared. I don't care if it was important, it's your movie, blah blah blah. It still technically counts as abandoning. Bastard. Yeah...Then there was my spare, which was kinda boring. I went to Food Basics and picked up a pizza thing, some Coke, and some chips...At this point, the caffeine from earlier that day was reaching the point where I was getting depressed...Damn down time. But yeah. Then it all ended, came home...My brother can't play FF7 anymore, because the disc is scratched. HaHA! That'll teach you to hog my tv. Prick. Yeah, due to poor care by it's owner...*glares* The game freezes whenever 'Fire' is cast. And Ethan's at a boss battle where there's a bunch of little enemies that cast Fire. So MUAHAHAHAHAHA! I decided I'd play a bit of FFX. I mostly just watched tv, though. Well, that's how I played. Damn openings. So much talking, and videos and stuff. It's all done with voice, so I don't even need to hit 'X' or anything...So I watch tv. Much more entertaining, when you've been through this bit of the game as many times as I have. Yeah. That pretty much leads us up to now...Unfortunately, I have just remembered that I have English homework due tomorrow that I should probably do. I should probably also do a Data Management plan...Feh. One step at a time.

Until next time,
Fuck you. What, expected something witty or strange?
~Kataron

Blue Minded God

Ha! What an appropriate title for the post...

As you may guess, I'm going to be talking to you all about religion tonight. I know, I know...On other instances, I've gone out of my way to avoid the subject. But it just can't be avoided forever.

All right, so I started reading Dave and Eric's blog the other day. Vero seems to comment a lot on there, asking questions and stuff. So I commented to one of her comments, where she accused them of oversimplifying pre-marital sex, when she, IN THE COMMENT, basically called marriage a bunch of paperwork. But you can read it on there, I'm just talking about how the topic began with me...So, after that, I was talking to Greg, who said something along the lines of 'Nice comment on Dave and Eric's blog'. He apparently commented along the same lines. Yeah! At this point, I'd checked Vero's LJ, and I noticed that she was talking about religion. I decided to send in the resident expert, that being Greg. I gave him the url, and gave him instructions, INSTRUCTIONS WHICH HE DID NOT OBEY. I told him to use the phrase 'You're wrong'. But he didn't. In fact, he didn't even use the word wrong. It was said a few times in the comments and post. By Vero. By 'the bitch'. And by me. You'll rue the day you didn't follow instructions, Mortal! Anyways...There seems to be a lot of talk about religion recently. So I figured I'd jump on the bandwagon...Just kidding, I figured I'd pop in my two cents, where I could say whatever the hell I want without fear of censorship.

I could say all sorts of things!

I could say...I HATE JEWISH PEOPLE! Of course, I don't. Well...I do. But not them specifically, I hate everybody. But that's my point, I can say whatever the fuck I want. But please note: I do not hate Jewish people, for the most part. Excellent, now that that's settled, YOU SHALL LISTEN TO MY RANT ON RELIGION!

I've heard a lot of talk about Heaven and Hell, recently...Now, from what I've heard...Oh, also note that this is all from what I've been told. Forgive me if I'm wrong on anything, but I'm going to speak as if I know what I'm talking about. Anyways...

Heaven is being with God, all the time, for all eternity. This is FUCKING AWESOME if you're a Christian, but doesn't seem especially good for somebody like me, who doesn't believe in the Big Guy. Hell is the absence of God. It is the one place where God is not. We following along so far? Heaven, eternal presence of God. Hell, no God. Earth, in between. God is here, but he's not WITH us. Not that I believe in him. Yeah.

Anyways, yeah, if you don't believe in God, you're going to Hell. I'm sorry, but there's no way around it. You can do good in life. Give to charities. Keep it in your pants until marriage. NOT murder a bus full of children and a box of kittens. But if you don't believe in God, that doesn't really matter, does it? No, it's not fair. Boo-fucking-hoo. Life isn't fair. Why should death be any fairer? Yes, God loves us. He loves us enough to respect our wishes, and not force us to either Hell or Heaven. That's why we have free will, so we can decide on our own. But wherever we go, it's all us. He's not going to force somebody that doesn't believe in him to spend all eternity with him. That doesn't seem like an eternal paradise to me. I get to be with God all day? For...All eternity?

Here's a dramatization!

Story: Nate (that's me!) dies, and God forces him to go to Heaven, because I did good in life and all that, but still didn't believe in him.

God: Welcome to Heaven, my son.

Nate: Umm...Hi...Yeah...Wow. I guess I was wrong. I didn't really believe that you existed. Umm...Sorry?

God: There is no need to apologize, my son. You still lived a good life, and so I have brought you here, to be with me for all eternity!

Nate: Oh...Umm...'kay...All eternity, you say? That's quite some time...So...How 'bout that weather?

God: Perfect, as always.

Nate: Yeah...

*a few centuries later*

Nate: So, how 'bout that weather?

God: Still perfect.

Nate: Oh, right. Sorry, forgot.



Yeah, that's my dramatization. How awkward would THAT be? Finding out you were wrong, and that you now have to spend all eternity with God. And you didn't believe in him! Yeah, that'd be awkward as hell. No pun intended...

But yeah. It was mentioned on Vero's LJ, by 'The Bitch', something about a...non-God section of Heaven? I think she asked why there wasn't one. Yeah...That's really the stupidest thing I've heard in a while. And being me, I hear some pretty stupid things. But what the crap? A NON-God section of Heaven? That's what Heaven is! The presence of God! Without God, it would be Hell. A non-God section of Heaven would be Hell. So congrats, you're dumb.

Now, to address the issue of Pre-Marital Sex...Yeah, according to the Christian religion, it's wrong. And don't fucking ask me where it says that. I am NOT CHRISTIAN. I DON'T FUCKING KNOW. I'm just repeating what I've heard, to tell you all what I think about the religion. I don't give a rat's ass if I'm right or wrong or in between. But I digress...Yes, keeping it in your pants is hard. Thaaaaat is the point. It's supposed to be Satan tempting us and all that, from what I understand. It's not supposed to be easy to fight your hormones. Hell, I don't think I'd be able to keep myself from being seduced or something. Well, actually...I probably could, simply because I have a firm belief that there should be no sex without love. Mind you, that's just sex. Anything else, in my opinion, is free game. And damn fun. But I'm assuming that everything else is frowned upon by the Christian religion, but meh.

Yeah...Not sure what else to say...Anything else will be added as it hits my brain.

Right, I wanted to talk about Save the Future.

'kay, so my teacher is like...obsessed with it. Which is pretty cool, actually. We get stickers for donating. w00t! Stickers! I'm gonna bring in like...$20 tomorrow. That way, it will look like I care! Of course, I don't. I couldn't care LESS about whatever stupid charity we're donating to this week. But if I bring in money, it will LOOK like I care! And really, appearance is everything these days. So if I donate money, it looks like I care! Yay! And really, I do care. About stickers. Fuck charity. :)

I'm a capitalist pig. Yay! I likes money. No, I LOVE money. I love HAVING money. I love SPENDING money. MONEYMONEYMONEYMONEY!

They say money can't buy you happiness....HAHAHAHA. You stupid fucks. Yes it can! What, do you think Bill Gates is depressed? Fuck no! He probably walks around in a suit made entirely of large bills, and sleeps/bathes in them. I know I would!

If I was as rich as Bill, I'd be VERY ecentric. I'd buy an entire town, then tear it down, and replace it with an exact replica made out of cheese. Cheeeeeeeese. Then I'd ride around in a car made out of cheese, with a Mariachi band in the back of the car, playing music. Oh, and I'd be wearing some sort of amusing outfit. Yes...

And I'd build myself a fucking pyramid! Fuck yeah! Who wouldn't want their own pyramid?! That would be SO FUCKING COOL! Stick your face on the front or something...Let people in as a tourist attraction, and have people dressed up as mummies wandering around. GENIUS!

But yeah...Money can too buy you happiness. Unless the earning of it eats away all your time. In which case, it isn't worth it. But...Yeah. I'm still right.

What else is there to rant about...? I need SOMETHING. My brother has taken over my room, playing FF7....Great game, but the PS2 is in my room, on one of TWO televisions in the house with cable...The other of which being in the Living Room, and always occupied by the Parental Units.

You know what pisses me off? People that make stupid comments and think they're funny. And the people that laugh at the stupid comments. Yeah, I wear a toothbrush behind my ear. I'm weird. That's all fine and dandy. I don't need people to yell after me 'Hey! You have a toothbrush behind your ear!' Yeah...It's happened quite a few times now. It's starting to bug me. I'm gonna wear it until Friday, then it's going to become part of my rotational weirdness. Like...The bathrobe, and the biking gloves. But really, people...That's not funny. Now, if it was a witty comment, like...say...'What, did you forget to wash behind your ear?', THEN it would be funny! Hell, I'd laugh! I thought that one up today...Yep. That's gonna be my response next time somebody asks me why it's there. Yay! But yeah. You're dumb. That's not funny. That's making an observation. An observation that should be evident to those around you, thus making commentary completely pointless. So congrats, you've made it redundant. Thanks a fucking pantload. Jackass.

In all honestly, I forget it's up there. I wonder why people are looking at me weird, then I'll feel it move, and I'll think 'Oh right....Tooth brush is up there...'. Yeah.

I hate Written at Ross. Utterly, Completely DESPISE it. And thus, I hate the people that go to Written at Ross. This is a long-standing hatred from last year, when they rejected my Elf Song. Not a single fucking vote. They'll all rue the day! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I want to write something about how I hate it...In poetic form. But I suck with poetry. The Elf Song was a colaboration between myself and Seth. And he's...like...in a band or something. So that's what he does. But they rejected it. Of course, if I do get around to writing something about why I despise Written at Ross, it can't say that I hate them because they rejected my Elf Song. The reason can't seem that...shallow. I'm pretty sure I had nother reasons, but I can no longer remember them. I can hold grudges for a very, very, very long time, without remembering why I had them in the first place.

I've started writing things in one of my notebooks...I filled up a two-sided page today during my spare. Nobody was around, I didn't have anything better to do....So I wrote. It felt weird putting my thoughts onto paper instead of onto here, but it still felt good. I can't remember exactly what I ranted about...But I will never copy anything I write on there over to here. So there. Yep.

Wow...I've written a lot tonight. Yeah, this'll happen when my tv gets 'liberated' by my brother. I just felt like using the term liberated there...Doesn't really fit. It is MY tv...I own it...It was my Christmas present a few years back...He has his own. So why the crap is he using MINE to play FF7? Bah.

Wow...Putting my discman on a folder with a bunch of songs, and just letting it play is awesome...I should try randomize...There we go, it should now randomize my Final Fantasy folder. It's quite relaxing while blogging or whathaveyou to listen to video game remixes...God, I love video game remixes.

Oh! I haven't even told you about my day! How rude of me. Well, where to begin...I suppose waking would work. I haven't been sleeping well the last couple nights...The last two, at least, I've woken up with my blankets askew, and feeling sadly unrefreshed. But yes, got up, checked webcomics. It was amusing to see what Greg had written since I sicked him on Vero's LJ...Yep. Just trying to thwart her wherever I can. But yes, then came bus and all that, and before I knew it, I was at school. Had a rather interesting conversation with Kate about 'battles of wits'. I told her I was having one, and she told me to call my opponent a slut. I told her that calling my opponent in a battle of wits a slut rather defeats the purpose of a battle of wits. Interesting conversation. Anyways, then I wandered around. Quiz first. Didn't study enough...I don't have the note for Long Division 'cause I was too dumb to go in at lunch the next day after I missed the lesson because of the bus cancellation...DAMMIT ALL! I wish I had done that. The ONE example that I had copied down, that we had done the day after, was really confusing. I also couldn't remember how to group factor. Oh, woe is me! I need to relearn how to factor...*sigh* Yep, so after that, there was break, which was rather uneventful, and then English. English was fun. We're doing Hamlet right now, we just finished Act 1 today. I got to play Horatio for Scene 4. I was all...Don't follow the ghost, Hamlet! What if he leads you to the flood, and once there, turns into some other form, and something something madness? Yeah...That's some paraphrasing right there! It was funny watching Zac try to be Hamlet...He tried, but he couldn't get half the words. Poor guy had the longest lines, too...Scene 5 was hilarious. There was a guy playing the ghost, and the voice he used just amused me. Then when the ghost was supposed to be calling from below, he got on his knees, and said in a ghostly voice 'Sweaaaaaaaaaar', which was the line. Quite amusing. ISP third period. Kinda fun, I guess...Well, the beginning sucked. We wandered a bit, because BEN bailed on us and took the car to see his girlfriend instead of taking us to Bulk Barn. Oh, you'll regret that choice. We stopped by the library, and Phil Toth randomly handed me a Word Search about addictions...Which I promptly did. Then we wandered away and met Beth, with whom we went to Food Basics, and bought stuff. 'twas fun. Fourth was royally boring...Mitch wasn't there, James wasn't there...It was just Ron and I. So logically, Ron went home. So I spent the period alone, pondering things, until Ms. Tremblay found me and reminded me that I had to get my option sheet and AEP done. So I did, and still had enough time to write a double-sided page rant about stuff...Yeah. Then I met up with Jared again, and we hit the locker. The rest is history. Well, not really, but it wasn't particularly important. Yep.

Right...I have a serious question for my readers. Who do you think would win in a fight? Optimus Prime, or...Spiderman? Everybody I've asked so far has said Spiderman...Which makes sense, I guess...I mean, Spidey was able to take down robots specifically designed against HIM...Then again, Prime is the leader of the AutoBots...Hence the most powerful. And he's a big freakin' robot. It would be one HELL of a fight...But I still haven't picked a winner.

Also...Who would win in a fight, Wolverine, or Link? I hate to say it, but I'd have to go for Link on that one...I mean, if Wolverine could get that sword away from him, he might stand a chance, but Link has the Master Sword, hook-short, bow and arrows, and all those other tools...Not to mention a few bottles with fairies in them, that will instantly revive him upon death! Wolverine has claws and regenerative abilities...Just isn't looking good for him. But also, Wolfy is a dirty fighter. So who knows...My vote still goes for Link, though. Sorry, Wolfy. I still love ya...But Link could totally school your ass.

I was planning on working out a bunch of fight scenarios between Prime and Spidey today during English, but I was actually entertained by Hamlet...It was good. Getting into the ghostly stuff now...It's all rather interesting!

Anyways, I think I should just about wrap this up...I'm into about 2,600 words, which is DAMN fine considering that I've been doing shorter posts lately. I hope this one has made it up to my loyal readers. That means you, Jared.

Thank you for flying Nate Airlines. Please, please, PLEASE don't sue.

Until next time,
The Apricot is faster than the Jaguar, if applied correctly.
~Kataron

HouseHornet

Hrm...I should probably update tonight, shouldn't I?

Come to think of it, I should also probably study for the quiz tomorrow...Meh. I studied earlier, shouldn't be -too- hard....But yeah.

Ah, I had a few things I wanted to rant about...The first, the Gay/Straight Alliance. I don't like it. I don't have any problems with homosexuals. I just don't like that word...Alliance. Whenever people are in an alliance, they're usually allied against ME. Hence, a deep-rooted hatred of the word Alliance. Also, the name Bob...I just hate it. For those of you that don't know why, hit the goddamn archives. It's in there a few times. Bastard. I was actually thinking about that this morning...But I was ranting about alliances. Right. I hate them. Alliances BAD. Guilds good. Other words for it good. But alliance? Baaaaaad. And Jared, don't you mention Mordor. They were still allied against me. They just won't admit it.

Yeah. Damn alliances. But I also have a problem with those shitfucks that go around and rip down the posters for the Gay/Straight Alliance and stuff. I mean, I hate alliances in any sense of the word, but I'm not going to go down and rip down posters. Well, if it was made perfectly clear that they were allied against me, I guess I would, but other than that...And I mean, the posters would have to SAY it...

'Join the Anti-Nate Alliance!'

Yeah. They'd get ripped down. Or I'd find out where it is and wipe them all out...Yeah, that sounds about right.

Also...Ducks. I AM NOT A FUCKING DUCK. My buddy Ben seems convinced that I am a duck. I am not a duck. Ducks quack. I do NOT quack. Much. Ducks have bills. I don't. Ducks pretty much LIVE in water. I have a chronic fear of bathing. See the differences here? I sure as hell do. AND I AM NOT A DUCK! ALL THOSE WHO DARE TO ARGUE WILL BE STRUCK DOWN!

Yeah. What did I mention earlier? Oh yeah...Earlier today, I was thinking about the whole Eva/Bob thing. More specifically, I was remembering a conversation I had with her right after it happened...She didn't seem to take the conversation seriously. Like she didn't care. Yeah...I was thinking about that for most of the bus ride, and it left me feeling bitter and angry for a while. Until I'd consumed a large amount of caffeine. Then it came back later...Yeah.

Hrm...What else is there to talk about? Oh! I have an ISP tomorrow for third period! *does a little dance* That means I get to go to Bulk Barn with Ben and Matt and Jared! *does another little dance* Fun fun. Heh...After Calculus, which is first period, I don't have to think all day! It's great! I mean, English second. Piece of cake. We're doing Hamlet right now. Which means I get to sit in the back of the class and watch people dramatize the scenes while listening to my discman at a low volume. Work? Pah! Then programming...And I'm getting out of that tomorrow for my spare, so none of that. Not that I have to think in that class anyway...I mean, it's friggin' programming. So difficult. I find it amusing that the girls in the class don't know what they're doing. They're always the ones with the questions, while us guys find ways to improve our programs, and other such useful things.

And by the way, for those of you that are long-time readers, I still hate those feminazi bitches. :) Just felt that I should mention that now. Haven't explicitly stated it in a while. Well, a few days at least. Goddamn feminazis. Think they're so much better than us. IF YOU WERE, MAYBE WE WOULDN'T BE IN CHARGE. Bitches. You are powerless against us!

ooo! Let's offend our female readers!

Hey, why do they call it PMS?

'cause Mad Cow Disease was already taken! ZING!

Why didn't the husband buy skis for his wife?

There's no snow between the bedroom and the kitchen!

TAKE THAT!

Ah, sexist jokes...A source of constant entertainment. I know Jared's laughing right now. But he's the one that told me these, that he heard from Seth. You rule, Seth! I hope you're offended right now. :)

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've found an awesome webcomic with lots and lots of archives that I need to read.

Until next time,
Your mom's the wittiest comeback ever.
~Kataron

Melody Of Life

Sorry folks, there will be no update tonight.

I am both physically and emotionally EXHAUSTED. Well, not so much physically. But my head kinda hurts. Anyways, I'm exhausted from beating Final Fantasy 9. You ain't so tough, Kuja! You thong-wearing freak. Guys should NOT wear thongs. It's like...A sin against nature or something. Yeah. I whooped his ass. Then I whooped...I dunno, God or something. Well, his name was Necron. But he seemed almighty or something. 'til I whooped his ass, anyways! Was talking about how he was gonna destroy the world, something about creating a perfect world with no life. Then I was all BAZAM on his ass, and he said something like...'Is the will to live this strong?', and I was like...'I dunno, but your ass is dead'. I'm so witty. And then there was the fifteen minute ending, including credits. HAVE to watch the credits. I dunno why. But man! I'll give guys a play-by-play tomorrow, when I'm not emotionally exhausted.

Oh, Zidane. I'll always love you. I mean...err...

Until next time,
Is it strange to cry when you've just beaten a video game? What? Umm...No reason...
~Kataron

Of Sinistrals And Men

And then there were none.

Hiya. Yep, it's me, posting again. Just like every other night. I need a life...Yeah.

On a semi-related note, I got to disc four on Final Fantasy 9 today! w00t! I'm at the end of the freakin' game! Such a good game, too...Yeah. You're going down, Kuja!

Yep. Been thinking about girls a lot recently. In particular, I've been thinking about a comment made by the girl that sat in front of me in my Data Management class last semester. I forget how we got there, but the conversation was turned to relationships. I don't remember exactly what was said, but she told me that if I 'Stopped being so weird, a nice girl would come along...Eventually'. I dunno, but that comment has just stuck with me since. So, according to her, if I stopped being weird, which means...if I stopped being 'me'. If I changed myself completely. Then a 'nice' girl would come along 'eventually'. So, if I stopped being me, a 'nice' girl would perhaps fall for the new me, which wouldn't really be falling for me at all. It would be falling for a false image put out by me. And it would all happen...Eventually. That just bugs the crap out of me.

Yeah...This is a really half-assed post. I'm trying to find a certain blog on the net. With only one clue, as well as the information I know about the person. Gack. It's quite difficult. But you'll pay for this. You know you will. I will find it. And I will...I dunno, flame you or somethin'. You'll rue the day, you jackass.

DAMMIT ALL! I want to add more music to my depressing playlist. I have the music I want on a couple CD's, but my disc drive is being a jerk, and won't open. YOU'LL RUE THE DAY TOO, DISC DRIVE! I love my depressing playlist. So...Depressing.

Yeah...That's the end of the post for tonight. Sorry, not much to talk about. Yet, a lot to think about. Odd, isn't it? But yes, my day was far too uneventful for commentary. Just played video games.

Until next time,
In order to obtain what you seek, you must challenge time itself. Are you up to such a task?
~Kataron

Brass Monkey

Society ruined! Obscure programming joke blamed!

Oh, NerdCore, you amuse me so.

I won't bother linking you to it, because I don't like you. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Yeah. Posting again. As you can see.

Had a pretty good day today. Didn't crawl out of bed until about...11:40. Then had some lunch, and went over to the Youth Group for the next four and a half hours to practice the drama that we're presenting in two weeks. It was a lot of fun. Especially with the people we've got working on it. Dave, Eric, Jake and Josh Rivers. Fun fun fun. Jake and Josh are really cool. And Dave and Eric are also really cool, but I consider that as a given. I actually checked out their blog the other day. Daily Disciple. I won't link you to it, though, because then I'd have to find the url again, and that'd be work. Nobody else comment and link to it either, if people want to find it, then can on their own. My blog will not be used to advertise other blogs. Only products. Such as Coca-Cola. Refreshingly addictive! Buy some today! And tomorrow! And every day for the rest of your life!

Now that I've told you that, I'll move on to stuff that pisses me off. But dammit all, I can't talk about that here! I have to start a new paragraph! Why? Tradition.

You know what PISSES me off? I've bitched about this before, but those fuckwits that don't use grammar or puctuation. The type that post things, without putting any effort into making them....Oh, I don't know...readable? Yeah. If you've done this, posted on other people's blogs, livejournals, whatever, without using grammar, punctuation, or SPELLING, then go kill yourself. Right now. Nobody loves you. God hates you. You deserve to die, you dirty sack of shit. So go. Go now. Die in whatever manner you see fit. Overdose on pills. Hang yourself. Grab a gun, if you can find one! And if you're gonna do that, then take out some of your friends, too. The ones that are like you. Your ilk. You all need to die. So do us a favour.

I mean, honestly. If you're going to do shit like that, you don't deserve to live.

DAMN that felt good. I had one person in specific in mind when I wrote that, there....I won't name names. But they've commented a few times on some blogs/livejournals/whatever that I read. I recall one comment that was one sentence, without any capitals, without any punctuation, and with crappy spelling. White-hot anger filled my body. But I refrained from flaming them, giving them a flaming that they quite deserved for that atrocity, because it was not my blog, not my place to speak.

I read far too many blogs for my own good...That and webcomics. My webcomic list just keeps going up and up...Let's count!

Number of blogs I read: 13

Number of Webcomics I read: 30

Yeah...Wow, that's really sad. And there aren't just ones that I check every so often, these are sites that I visit frequently. Some of the blogs belong to people I don't even know, too. One, which I've commented on a few times, belongs to a woman I've never met, who's getting married. I don't even know her name, but I check her blog every day. Pretty sad, huh? I commented when I first stumbled across it, then I stopped commenting for quite a while, then I commented again a month or so ago, and have tried commenting more since. She seemed pleased that I still read her blog. Which brings me to this...I still don't know how many people read my blog. One of the only people that ever actually comments on it is my ex-girlfriend, so I dunno if that's good or bad. Jared has fallen far behind in reading, and he WILL catch up, or be slaughtered. Other people complain that my entries are too long for them to read. Bah! Bah, I say! I comment about only the most important things in society! Me, and my life! Please note, that was complete sarcasm. I'm not important at all. To anything. I have no ego. I have no self-esteem. Now that that's cleared up, WORSHIP ME!

Yeah...I think I'ma go watch some tv. I like late-night tv. So amusing.

Oh, there was one last thing I wished to comment on. An FF9 comment. I finally ran into the occasion where the song 'You're Not Alone' plays. That is a GREAT song. And I never understood it's significance, or the significance of it's title, until I played that part. At that part, the main character, Zidane, has just found out that he's nothing more than a tool of destruction, and he's trying to leave his friends, so he would not be a burden to them anymore. I mean, he just found out he was sent to destroy their world, kill them all. He doesn't feel like he deserves their friendship. But they keep following him, in a series of three or so battles, where different party members enter as Zidane tries to fight the enemies on his own. It was all very appropriate. I just wanted to comment on that. It's a great song, and I thought that part in the game, was excellent.

Until next time,
Why is there a Gorilla in the living room? Wait, no, don't answer. Your response would only hurt my brain.
~Kataron

Cry In Sorrow

Howdy all.

Yeah, it's about midnight, so I figured I should probably post before I wander off for my late-night cartoons. Youth Group as usual tonight, with much hilarity as Dave broke his pants.

But I don't feel much like laughing now. My dad just bitched at me for staying on the computer too late at night. The way I figure it, if he's going to have any sort of serious conversations with me, he'd better fucking get his facts straight beforehand. I do NOT stay up until four or five in the morning on the computer on weekends. That's just dumb. And he bitched about how I was giving him attitude. I was not giving him any attitude at all. The only fucking attitude I've given him today is when I got in, mom asked me a question, I had my headphones in, so I removed them and asked her to repeat herself, then he asked me if I was...well, I forget the exact words, but something along the lines of 'dense as well as deaf'. Yeah, so I walked out of the room, while he was calling me back in there to talk to him. I wandered upstairs, left my jacket in my room, then came back down. That was all the attitude he got from me tonight, and it was because he made what he thought was a joke. Yeah, I always find it hilarious when my parents insult me. A real fucking laugh riot. But then he comes over to me right before he goes to bed, and starts getting bitchy with me about the computer. Bastard. My brother spends almost as much time playing video games and stuff as I do on the computer, but does my dad ever bitch at him for playing too much? Fuck no! Because the computer is down here, so whenever I want to go on, he's right here. It's not MY fault you decided to put the computer in the fucking living room. It's not MY fault that we have a shitty keyboard that makes a lot of noise whenever I type, which pisses him off. It pisses me off because he's trying to control something he knows NOTHING about. He couldn't turn the computer ON to save his life, and he's bitching at me for using it too much. While my brother is upstairs playing video games or watching tv. What's the difference? THERE ISN'T ONE. Except, when I'm on the internet, I can be somewhat sociable with my friends, who are also on the net. Instead of being a shut in up in my room, just playing video games and watching tv. I think he wanted to bitch at me because he has to actually WORK, and I don't. Don't take it out on me. It's not my fault you have a ROLE in this family, where you have to PROVIDE for us. You signed onto that when you got married, and had kids. I can hardly be blamed for being born. And don't bitch at me about getting a job. How 'bout you pay me back the $180 you owe me. THEN we'll talk. Until then, I'll laze about the house while you work, I'll chat to my friends, and I'll have fun. Because one day, I may end up an old, bitter man, like you. If that's going to happen, I'd like to have some fun first.

Yeah...Sorry about that. It just really pissed me off. I'm actually amazed that I was able to keep so calm during the talk. He just doesn't understand. He's going to keep bitching at me, and if he pisses me off enough, I'm going to give him attitude. His ignorance, and the attitude that he gives ME calls for no less. He says that I'm the one giving him attitude, but he's the one who came over while I was calmly reading webcomics, and started talking about how damn late I stay up, and how he should just unplug this thing, etc, etc, in a rather angry voice. My responses were all calm, collected, and logical. I think that pissed him off, too. He was looking for a fight, looking for somewhere to vent. Fuck you. I'm not here so you can bitch at me, just because you have to work for a living. I'm just glad he went to bed before he got really pissy, and started bringing up my marks again. That's what pisses me off the most. Even when I do well in some courses, he doesn't care. He notes the bad ones. Always, always, always the bad ones. I can never be good enough for him. What RIGHT does he have, to hold such expectations for me? He, who never graduated from HIGH SCHOOL! Yeah, I've already gotten more of an education than you. I'm learning to program, something you could NEVER understand. Ever. Don't you goddamn dare bitch at me about my marks. Why don't you go back and look at YOUR report card from grade 12? Oh, that's right! You dropped out! So think about that before you bitch at me, hm? I know, I have 'potential'. I've had 'potential' for years. There's nothing you can do to bring it out. If anything, all you can do is inhibit it. If you're going to punish me for not doing well, it's not going to motivate me to do better. It's going to motivate me to move even farther away from you. Both physically, and emotionally. I can't wait until I move out, and won't have to deal with this bullshit anymore. I don't want to hear about my potential. I've been told I have it from every teacher I've ever had. I get the same speeches every semester from my parents. Just let me work this out on my own, will you? If I fuck things up, all right. I can deal with that. It's my life. Just let me learn these things on my own. If I fuck up, I'll take responsibility for my actions. It'll be my fault. I can deal with that. But I can't deal with people have such high expectations for me. Don't. All it's making me feel is that I can never be good enough. I can never be good enough for my dad. I can never be good enough for him, and he dropped out of high school. Hypocrite. I get a good mark on something, and what does he do? Brings up bad marks that I should have done better with. I work on a project, and he tells me that I should have gotten to work on it earlier, instead of playing video games, whatever. It's my project. Butt out. If I get a bad mark, I can deal with that. But if you try to cut me off of video games? Then I'll just harbour a resentment of you, and give you attitude. Nothing gained there. But yeah...I just wish people would stop telling me about my potential. I know, already! I KNOW! I have potential! I can accomplish great things! But I just don't see the point. Why put so much effort into something insignificant, that isn't really going affect things much in the long run? Screw that.

Yeah...I'm done here for tonight. Sorry about the dad rant here, he just happened to bitch at me right before I intended to post on here. So cartoons now.

Until next time,
Never let somebody with ADD take apart your calculator. Trust me.
~Kataron

Breeze

Life Support Is For Girls!

Or at least, that's what it said on the back of my vest today, in duct tape. Man, that was a waste of duct tape...It just wouldn't stick. It's REALLY poor quality duct tape, bought at a dollar store or something. Damn cheap shit.

But I DID have an AWESOME last period spare today! I went over to 7/11, and they told me of a deal that I hadn't known of before! I got more than I went there for, for less than I expected to pay ^_^ And then! When I returned, I started working on The War Against the Undead, and who walks by?! None other than Tim Clark! w00t! He's so cool. He graduated...Last year, I believe. Maybe the year before. But he's gone now. Came back to get some transcripts to send to colleges or universities or whatever. We ended up talking for like...half the period. Covering a wide variety of topics. We talked about Thanksgiving, Turkies, Natives, The French, Heroes, Anti-Heroes, The Undead, Hate, and probably some other stuff! He didn't understand my war against the undead, though. Oh well. Doesn't matter, as long as I understand. He didn't get my intense hatred of the undead, though. He reasoned that it wasn't really their fault, and that he wouldn't hate them unless they lived a bad life BEFORE they died. I reasoned that they were trying to eat our brains. He said that it was their nature. Take that away, and what are they? Nothing more than lazy people. And it's so true...

Also, we talked about Anti-Heroes. Which quite interested me...He asked me what I thought an Anti-Hero is. I said a villian, because I had heard the term before, but couldn't remember. My response seemed logical. But he said no, an Anti-Hero is a hero that possesses qualities that are NOT hero qualities. Take...Wolverine for example. Wolverine is an Anti-Hero. He has serious rage problems. He smokes. He's rude. He doesn't shave. Are these qualities of a hero? No. But he is, he clearly is. I mean, he's freakin' Wolverine. Damn straight he's a hero! Another example is HellBoy. CLEARLY not your average hero. But I suppose the most popular heroes are, in fact, Anti-Heroes. Because they're more like us than normal heroes. They have faults, they're not perfect, they don't seem like they're so much better than you. Yep. I rather enjoy Anti-Heroes.



When the world turns against you, and all is dark, don't complain to me.. Not interested..

I was ordered to include that in this post, because people need to know it. And it's true. If people turn to me in their times of need, I'll probably just laugh. Because I'm a very angry and bitter person, and when other people are upset and troubled, hurt and all that, it makes me feel better about myself. So....MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

So yeah, I started playing that Harvest Moon for the GameCube. It's interesting. The bit that pisses me off is that there's only ten days in a season. But they somewhat make up for that with the fact that most things can be done twice a day. Milking the cow, for example. Twice a day. Yeah. There are three women to choose from when getting married, and if you don't get married within a year, the game ends. But...In this, you actually follow your child along as he grows up. I believe I read something about possible career choices for the child, so you follow it along for a while. Which is pretty cool, and definately new.

I found the last of the Chocobo Treasures today. All of them. Which gave me some SWEET items. A couple kick-ass pieces of armour. With some good abilities, and spells. Yep. Pretty damn sweet.

Ah, I'm reminded of something I wanted to talk about tonight...Last night, I mentioned the Optimist Club. Remember? Well, Eric said that we should start a Pessimist Club. I thought it was an interesting idea, but unfortunately, I don't care enough to actually start it, or do anything about it. Yep. But I still found it worth mentioning. Yep.

Yep. Not sure what else to rant about...AND I want to find and download a copy of Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town. Yeah.

Until next time,
It....It came from the wall...It killed them all...What the fuck WAS that thing?!
~Kataron

No Mercy

Okay, so No Mercy isn't exactly a name of a song...Or at least not one I'm aware of, or listening to. I have a headache, so no music. But it IS Amarant's kick-ass attack move in FF9.

Well....If I'm not mistaken, I promised you a GREAT update tonight. I lied. My brain hurts, probably from too much music and then hours of FF9...Buut! I got the best Chocobo in the game! As it turns out, it can fly. But it still can't go up those mountain sides. It's damn annoying. But hey, flight! Always good. It can take off and land in any forests. Yep. I've also found some KICK-ASS items. w00t.

But yeah. I have a couple of things I wanted to bring up tonight...

First, reality tv. There's a NEW survivor or something. And they get no help. Something like that. Just a new twist on everything. So I decided to make my OWN reality show.

Okay...

So it's a bunch of chicks trapped on an island. In bikinis. And...They have to do erotic things for food and supplies. Yeah...And there's aliens on the island. With death-rays. They're hunting the girls. And...As a twist...They have bombs attached to necklaces, if they attempt to remove them, BOOM! Yeah. And somehow, people are voted off the island. Then they come back in a big surprise thing, with semi-automatic rifles. It'll be a great show.

ALSO.

I wanted to mention the 'Optimist Club'. On the bus ride home today, I noted that the Rockwood sign dealy said that we have an 'Optimist Club'. That's just dumb. It's bad enough that there's enough of it that it HAS A NAME, but to actually make a club with the bastards? Here's how I assume the club started.

*/DRAMATIZATION!*

Fuckwit 1: I'm happy. Foolishly happy!

Fuckwit 2: Wow, so am I! That's awesome! We should start a club!

Fuckwit 3: Yaaaaaaaaaaay!

*/ENDDRAMATIZATION*

Clearly, that's exactly how it went down. And why optimists should be shot.

Yep.

Oh, and that project I was working on last night, and thus couldn't post much? Yeah, it sucked ass. The person with most of our stuff was sick today. Vomiting and such. Another was absent yesterday, and didn't have her stuff today. So it was just Jason and I presenting our stuff. Our only saving grace was the Oreos I brought in for the class. Of which I still have eight! Yep.

It really pissed me off that we had to present. Two of our people, most of our stuff, gone. And we still had to go. Fucking bullshit. DAMN YOU!

Owwwwww. My head hurts.

Oh! But I've been working more on the War Against the Undead thing! Working on character classes, units, upgrades, and tomorrow's magic. Yep! I actually accomplished a lot today while working on that, worked on the battle system, worked on the units. Yep. I'm thinking I'm gonna use Java to make this into a computer program, and maybe put it on a website. Then it'd be easier for people to move troops and stuff. And fight. And the best thing is, this is something I can actually work on in programming class. :) I'm probably also gonna enlist Jared to help me with it. We can each do procedures, put it all together, edit them together, and bazam. The game is born. IT WILL BE GLORIOUS!

Yep.

I should get a bunch of White t-shirts, so I can write hilarious phrases on them with Sharpie.

HA! HAHAHA!

The Hockey season is cancelled! TAKE THAT! Stupid greedy hockey-playing shits. They don't deserve the extra money. They're getting enough fucking money as it is, those greedy shitfuckers should NOT be asking for more. All of those sports-playing dipshits makes WAY too much money. That's bad enough, but you're going way too far if you're gonna complain about them. You stupid, stupid people. I'm glad that the Hockey season was cancelled. It's so very amusing, especially since it bothers some of those sports-idiots.

Anywho...My head hurts, so I'm signing off.

Until next time,
I don't understand how you can have time for these imaginary conversations with all your shit-fucking.
~Kataron

The Place I'll Return To Someday

Sorry folks, not much of an update tonight...

Between FF9 and working on a project I have to present tomorrow, I just didn't have time to do this. But rest assured, since the project is DONE tomorrow, I shall have an update for you then! An update so good it will make you vomit with joy. Eat something that'll look cool coming back out before you read it!

Yep.

Slight FF9 update here...My Ocean Chocobo rules.

/endFF9update.

Wow. That really WAS slight. I'll have a box of Oreos tomorrow. Ask me if you can have one! I love seeing the looks on people's faces when I say no. Gives me a reason to live. :)

Yep. This is the end.

Until next time,
The Ice Giant Cometh and Knocketh Downeth the Wall. Eth.
~Kataron

Holding My Thoughts In My Heart

Praise be to NATE!

Yeah.

So, it's 'Valentine's Day' today. And I had a DAMN FINE one. Too icy out for buses, so I got to stay home today. Well, at Rick's. Which was kinda pointless, since I just brought over my memory card and played FF9 on his Playstation all day...Finished disc two, though! Just passed a full day of gameplay. I think I'm nearing...25 hours. Yeah. And I got my Chocobo turned into an Ocean Chocobo :) w00t! I'm excited about it.

Well, as it turns out, with a distinct lack of...bus...today, my Valentine's Day plans fell through. Bah, Jared and I were gonna have great 'Bachelor' t-shirts. To celebrate. Or advertise. Take your pick. Yep. I think we're gonna try it another day. Maybe tomorrow. Wheeeeeee!

I can't wait until I'm 18...Writing my own notes for class will be awesome. I swear to God, I'm gonna have the Black Plague. Or...The White Plague. That'd be interesting, see if anybody would get the reference to the Frank Herbert book. Of course, then they'd realize that it's a disease that only affects women, and I'm VERY MUCH male, so...yeah...

God dammit. I fucking hate the movies where at the end, the characters just realize that they love each other, and overcome some challenge. Can it BE any more cliched? Well...Actually, it could. But I'm not touchin' that one. Yeah...My parents were just watching one of THOSE movies, and it came to the emotional bullshit climax. God, how I despise those movies.

But yeah. FF9 all day. It was awesome.

I'm just hoping that my English teacher will let us present a day later than was planned...We NEEDED a class day to get everything together. Otherwise, we don't have the one-page write-up, we don't have the visuals. We're screwed. Yep.

I kinda want to start playing Diablo 2 again. On Rick's computer. Mine doesn't have enough hard drive space to install it, and it'd be all slow and stuff. Yeah. We decided today that we wanted to start playing it again, then we got distracted. Me by FF9, and Rick by Dungeon Siege, the Expansion set dealy. Yep. Oh well, FF9. And as soon as I've beaten it, I'm moving on to FFX again. I never did reach the end.

Hrm....Well, with the lack of anything really happening today, I'm not sure what else to talk about. But dammit all, there were things that I thought about today. I should have written them down.

I want a t-shirt that says 'I'm...So Very Lonely'. Just seems appropriate.

Well...I'm currently having an argument with Jared over Chocobos. He claims that he owns an 'uber-chocobo'. He's clearly insane. Here is a pathetic list of different breeds of chocobos!

Normal Chocobo:

These Chocobos are yellow, and have no specific abilities. Bred in the right way, with the right type, can make different types. It can only traverse land. Normal land.

River Chocobo:

As the name implies, these chocobos can walk on rivers. Not just rivers, but the waters close to the edge of shore. But they can only go onto those waters at beaches, can't get on the water from other areas. These Chocobos tend to be a light blue colour.

Mounain Chocobo:

I have seen these chocobos in both red and black, but as black comes up later, I'll stick with red. Plus, red is cool. Anyways, the red chocobos can climb mountains. They also have the abilities of the River Chocobo. So they can cross both rivers and mountains. Madness.

Ocean Chocobo:

These chocobos are a darker blue than the river chocobos. And they can cross oceans. How they do this, I'm not entirely sure. Could it be that they use their feet like people would use snow shoes to stay on top of the snow? I don't know. But they have the ability of the Mountain and River Chocobos as well, and are very versatile. But still confined to going on land from beaches.

Flying Chocobos:

These Chocobos are very rare, much like the Gold Chocobos. They are black, and have the ability to fly. They cannot fly over mountains, and are thus somewhat limited. But who cares?! They can FLY!

Gold Chocobos:

The rarest of the rare! The Gold Chocobos can cross land, rivers, oceans, and mountains, unhindered! This means they are not so restricted as the Ocean Chocobos, to enter land only from beaches. They can go anywhere. ANYWHERE! Of course, they're Gold. Yep. ANYWHERE!

Uber-Chocobos:

Oh wait...They don't exist. TAKE THAT, JARED!

Yeah.

That was completely necessary.

Man...I have no life. Which reminds me. I need to get that whole 'War Against the Undead' thing going.

I just need to find people willing to be the undead. And the people on my side. Jared would be my second-in-command, of course...I'm going to need to set up a class system for those that wish to play commanders. And a system of getting troops. And a battle system. Dammit all, I won't be doing homework during fourth for a couple weeks now...This needs to be thought out.

Yep. This is my new mission. It must be done.

Until next time,
Don't think I've forgotten about you. I'm watching. Waiting. Plotting. Beware.
~Kataron

Off The Edge Of Despair

YARGH.

I hate Valentine's Day. Despise it with a fiery passion. Hence, Jared and I celebrating our bachelorhood tomorrow. It was difficult to find a method of such celebration, but we've gone with a very generic one. Something to...advertise. But I'm not saying it on here. He and I will be finishing it tomorrow morning, so keep your eyes peeled after then, if you want to see what our plan is.

I played a lot more FF9 today. w00t. Went through quite a bit of it, too...I'm currently navigating my way to the outer continent. Through a tunnel. I don't know about you people, but I find that fucking HORRIFYING. I mean, to do that, you'd be going through a tunnel under the ocean. So much water above you, which could come down and kill you if it breaks through the ground. And with erosion, it's not impossible. 'course, it's not gonna happen in the game, but still...Creepy. But...Yeah.

All right...This isn't a very long entry here. I haven't been on pretty much all day, and I had webcomics to check when I got on, so my time has whittled away to very little. Hence, a rather short update. Plus, I'm also talking to Jared, who just got dial-up back at his mom's house. Which means he'll be able to keep up with my blog more than ever! Which is really pathetic on his part.

And I'm STILL happy about my new calculator. I should name it. Yeah...I should.

Also, I want to develop a new routine for last period. Homework most days, with 7/11 before with a couple, and then Friday's without homework. Sound good? I think it does. And I actually work on homework during that period! w00t. And people doubted it. PAH! NEVER DOUBT NATE! FOR I AM....PERFECTION! Or...SOMETHING LIKE THAT! Phj33r m3!

Yep.

Man, I still love that CD I made. I've been listening to the Secret of Mana folder more lately. It's rather...mellow. Well, in comparison with...Pretty much the rest of the CD. 'cept maybe Chrono Cross...That had some good music.

Metroid Prime is a crazy game. So very different from all other Metroids before it...From side-scrollers to a first person shooter. Weird transition.

Anyways, time for sleep...And...Such.

Until next time,
The sparrow never falls far from the...I dunno...Pie? Yeah. Pie.
~Kataron

Dissipating Sorrow

So I says to Mabel, I says...Shut the fuck up, woman.

Just like that.

Well, look at me! I'm updating, and NOT playing FF9! Although I was, just fifteen minutes ago...But still! Disc two, baby! One of those Black Waltzes resurfaced again. Well, near the end of disc one. So I did the only thing I knew how to do. I whooped it's ass, after stealing a Fire (or Lightning...) staff from it. This time, it's perma-dead. I'm currently climbing the great Cleyra tree, which is about to come under attack by the baddies. So I'ma fuck 'em up. BOOYAH!

I woke up around 11 or so today. My brother forced me out of bed so we could go to the mall. Little shit. THEN he decided to eat a nice long breakfast before we left. Bastard. So then we went to the mall. First stop, EB. My brother just got $165 from my parents, money they borrowed from him after Christmas, so he decided that he'd buy himself a used GameCube. So now we own a GameCube...He's borrowing a friend's copy of Metroid Prime, and he bought the latest (or so I assume) installment of the Harvest Moon series. So he's making good use of it. I haven't played on it yet, though I set it up for him. I was gonna play on it tonight, but he decided to go over to his friend's house for a sleepover, and bring it with him. So I've been playing FF9 pretty much non-stop. Well, I guess I did stop for dinner. Then I started again. Yep. Oh, yeah, back to the mall. After EB, we headed over to Staple's, 'cause I needed some school stuff. My calculator broke way back in the early days of semester one, and I've been far too lazy to replace it. Data Management and Physics, meh. But now, Calculus...I'd REALLY like to pass this course, so I figured that a new calculator would be quite an asset. Yep. I also picked up two, count 'em, TWO, new notebooks. Plus a four-pack of Sharpies, and two new mechanical pencils. I'm quite pleased with myself :) The new calculator is quite cool, too. Well...For a nerd like me, it is. Four hundred and nineteen functions, if I remember correctly...Let's just hope it has a longer lifespan than my average calculator...I break a lot of them. Yeah...But w00t! Sharpies, pencils, notebook, and calculator! The only thing that would have made it better is if my mom paid me back the money she owes me, and I got that Dance Dance Revolution Dance Mat I saw at EB...*drools* Nate want! NATE WANT! As soon as the 'rents pay me back, that's my first stop. DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION, BABY!

DDR is an amazingly good game...I'm not quite sure why it's so good, maybe just because it's so...Different. I've played so many hundreds of RPG's, FPS games, all that junk...Well, not JUNK...But yeah...But this, this is different. I have to move, it tests my physical limitations, my reflexes, and my funk-tacular dance moves. 'kay, so I'm not that good at it...But I will be. Mark my words. I will be. Are they marked? They'd better be. 'cause if not...I'll have my revenge!

You know what pisses me off, folks? People with low self-esteem, that REALLY shouldn't have low self esteem. I'm thinking of one person in particular, and if you're reading this and thinking it might be yourself, it's not. And I know that somebody's reading this and thinking it's yourself. But yeah, anyways...People that are attractive, talented, and all that other junk should NOT have low self-esteem. I mean, it's us useless, ugly people that should have low self-esteem. The person I'm thinking about talks about how she's unattractive and all that, how she's not smart, but it's all lies. LIES, I SAY! She is, in reality, rather attractive, and her average is a good 15% higher than mine. Yet she believes that she has no real future, no talents, is unattractive, etc. (Once again, no, it isn't you.) But that really bugs me. I mean, I have low self esteem. And I should have low self-esteem. I'm unattractive, unintelligent, and I have no discernable talents. Not even with computers. I mean, I know stuff about computers. But I know tons and tons of people that are sooooooo much better with them than I am. And they always will be. Those people have talents. I don't. But yeah. Leave the self-esteem issues to the kids like me.

All right, so this isn't a long entry...So sue me. I'll try to post again later, but a movie is starting. I just can't pass up 'Stand By Me'. But it ends around 2am, so don't hold me to another post. If I feel like it, I'll post again. If not, then I clearly hate you. :)

Until next time,
MORE REVERB!
~Kataron

Loss Of Me

Well...

It's two in the morning, and I just finished watching Kill Bill Volume 2. Hot damn, that was cool. Quentin Tarantino is an AMAZING director. Some of the shots were absolutely brilliant. I quite enjoyed it.

But needless to say, at such an hour, I'm not really feeling myself. Plus, the amount of caffeine coursing through my body...I'm shaking, even. YOWZA! That last bit just felt necessary.

Now, this won't be a long update. Generic day at school, dropped Comm. Tech, had fun in programming. The usual. Well, I don't usually drop Comm. Tech, but I did today. Youth group was tonight. Greg couldn't make it, so there was somebody else there instead. But I can't for the life of me remember her name. I was quite out of it then, too. A cross between depression and complete wiredness. We couldn't work on the Drama 'cause it's Greg's baby, and he wasn't here. So cards were played, and Jake and I danced and sang along with some Five Iron Frenzy. w00t! Much fun. Then I started thinking, and we all know that's never good. My thoughts seem to go back to her more often than I'd like them to. And that's never good for either my self-esteem or my happiness. But...More on that later. Although I'm probably going to spend a while tonight thinking about her, while trying to get to sleep.

Bah...I really shouldn't think about her...She was a bitch. I was warned. Oh, I was warned! By a bunch of my friends...But did I listen? Nope. They were warning me since the beginning...Now, when was that? Hrm...End of last year's classes, I believe. Aye...That's when it started.

If you are reading this blog right now, THEN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NEVER GET INTO AN ON-LINE RELATIONSHIP. You have been warned. Don't say I didn't warn you. It's right there. In capitals. Blargheathefla.

I'm tired. I'm going to bed. I'll try to post a -real- update tomorrow night. But no promises. It might go as tonight, and I'll be too distracted by FF9 and movies to post much.

FUCK YOU, BLACK WALTZES. You've got nothin' on me. But what do I have? Oh right...The silver glove, the leather plate, the steepled hats. OWNZ0RED, BITCHES. Don't know what I'm talking about? Too fuckin' bad.

Until next time,
And that's when the Monk said...Oh...wait..he had a vow of silence. Damn monk. Ruined my joke.
~Kataron

Merciless Front

And then it was over. Done. No way to go back, to change things. No way to change your mind at that crucial point, the point that would have made all the difference. It was done.

Did that intro catch your attention? I hope it did. That's what it's there for. Of course, I won't elaborate. I won't go into details. I wanted a good opening, and I let my fingers do the thinking. That's what came out. Of course, it refers to something. But, doesn't everything?

I've been feeling quite...Out of it...Tonight. Not entirely sure why. But I have topics planned out for tonight. TOPICS!

Topic the first!

Blog ranting making people lose their job. It sounds dumb, but it's happened to a number of people. Some who deserved it, for divulging 'company secrets' on the blog. That's just wrong, and dumb. But others, for just having problems with co-workers, bosses, that kind of thing. To me, a blog is like a personal journal. But one that friends can read, if they choose to. A way for friends to keep up to date on the lives of other friends. I'll bitch about things. I'll bitch about people. Because this is my blog. I can talk about whatever the fuck I want to. And if people don't like what I have to say about them, they can talk to me about it. But getting fired from a job? Going too far. I mean, these are people that aren't naming names, just talking about things that people do that piss them off. How often do I do that? How many paragraphs on this blog have I started with 'You know what pisses me off?' ? Dozens. Dozens and dozens. All the fuckin' time. Because things piss me off. People piss me off. And if these other people are getting fired for talking about stuff, then it's CLEARLY pissing them off. They can't help that. They can't help how they feel about something. And people can't help disliking their bosses. It's what happens, when one doesn't enjoy ones job. They blame it on somebody. And they need to vent. But hey, you can make them bottle it up! Fire them if they speak ill of you, and your fuckwitted ways! Hopefully, they'll eventually lose it, buy a gun, and shoot a bunch of innocent people. Oops. Did I say hopefully? Eh, too late now! But seriously, folks. This type of thing is a place for one's personal thoughts. If somebody doesn't like somebody else, the way something happens, they can bitch about it here. That's what these damn things are for, in my not-so-humble opinion. So if somebody's bitching about you, you probably deserve it. Whether or not they say it isn't going to change how they feel about you. So shut the fuck up, and deal with it. Bastards.

Topic....THE SECOND! (didn't see that one coming, did you?!)

Yeah...So apparently, a school, SOMEWHERE in Canada, has started using some sort of identification tags with radio frequencies for students, to locate them better, to 'help with attendance' and the like. And how did they do this? Why, without the parent's knowledge! Hoorah! 'cause it's always a good idea to go around behind the backs of the parents of the children YOU'RE entrusted with! Makes you look oh-so-responsible! You know what else these radio frequency tags are used for? Why, to track cattle. And inventory. Shows how much they respect kids these days! We're nothing but cattle and inventory to them. Nothing but inventory and fucking cattle. So they started this whole thing without the parent's consent. Doesn't that seem like it's...illegal? Not just doing it behind the parent's backs, but it seems to be a breach of privacy for the students. I mean, the Radio Frequency cards are supposed to detect where you are, and I'm pretty sure they're being forced to wear them. The article I read described it as something along the lines of 'Very Orwell'. And it's so true...I mean, this could just be the start. What's next? GPS implants, so that people will always know exactly where we are? Audio and Visual implants, so that Big Brother can know what we see and hear at all times? They've started already, violating the privacy of these children. Where's the line? When are they going to stop?

Phew. I'm feeling a lot better already. It's always good to rant. See, without this blog, I'd go nuts. Everything would bottle up inside, and I'd eventually go insane and kill a bunch of people. But hey, don't rule that out as a possibility. It could happen.

But yeah. Today, nondescript day. Normal first period. Library during second. Fun in third. And I actually did HOMEWORK during my spare. w00t! Fun-tastic. Well..Not FUN-tastic...But hey, homework is a good thing to do, and I'm far too distracted at home. Faaaaaaaar too distracted.

Vivi raised an interesting point on FF9, that I want to talk about. Well, it was the opening video. The line that went with his portrait was:

'How do we know we exist? Maybe we don't exist...'

It's rather interesting to think about. How can we justify our own existance? How can we prove that we really exist? I know, we've probably all heard that famous line, I think, therefore I am. Do plants think? Do rocks think? Does my keyboard think? Are any of these things less real than I am? And, do I really think? Or am I just under the impression that I think? A mass delusion of reality. But how can we know, how can we prove anything? We can't, which bugs the crap out of me. There's no way to know whether we really exist, or whether we're just...going through the motions. How does one define existance, really? I don't know...I just don't know. By the way...This is a topic where 'God' could be brought up, and the first person to do so is gonna get smacked in the head, courtesy of Nate.

Well, I opened up to somebody tonight without meaning to. I really don't like opening up to people. I can open up here, with most things. But it's not the same just opening up to somebody else, talking to that one person. Here, it's my thoughts, just typed out. I don't care who reads it, who comments, who knows how I feel about things. But there are still things that are too personal to be posted here. Things I can only talk about in person, as much as I dislike that. They are the exception to my being open on here.

Hmm...What else to talk about? Don't really have much. So instead, I'm gonna go find a bagel. I loves bagels.

Until next time,
Hi, I'm Microsoft. BEND OVER.
~Kataron

La Locura Del Kefka

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

That was completely and utterly necessary.

Well, Jared and I have discovered the perfect way to celebrate that accursed holiday of 'Valentine's Day'. Instead of celebrating being in a couple with somebody, we're going to celebrate our bachelordom. But how, you ask? Well, you'll just have to wait and find out.

Yep. Well, fairly uneventful day today. But fun nonetheless. First period was normal, and Ms. Tremblay is a great teacher. Very....erm...Passionate about math :p Kinda creepy. But funny. Very, very funny. And in second...Well, I was kind of worried about it. We're starting a group project, and I have NO friends in the course. I hate that awkward time, when you don't have a group, and you don't want to find one...So annoying. Well, for introverts like me, anyway. I don't want to ask people that I barely know if I can be in their group, and the people that I DO know tend to know others in the class and find groups rather quickly. But yeah. It was cool, I heard the guy two seats ahead of me, Jason Shaw(sp?), asking for people to join a group of two. Well, three after somebody joined, and since it's groups of four, I asked if I could join. And voila! Group! Third was great, too. Mr. Kaune is cool. And it's a period with a non-medicated Mitch, and Jared! w00t! Then last period, which isn't a period at all! I got to hang out with James, Mitch, and Ron, after hitting 7/11 for a Coke, a bag of crunchy cheesies, and a brownie. Good times.

Yep. Good times were had by all. And my CD is still awesome! YEAH! What else is there to talk about? Hrm...Nothing pissed me off today...

Ah, yes. Report cards came in. I got another lecture from parents. Same thing I get every semester. I have potential, I'm told. Always told. Pretty much all of my teachers have mentioned it in report card comments. My parents always say it. I could do better, I guess. If I tried more, and remember things a bit better. But that's not gonna happen, is it? No, no it isn't. But yeah. So apparently, I've been bitched at, Jared's been bitched at, and Rick's been bitched at. I figure we should start a club. Yep. A club. That sounds like the thing to do.

I really don't know what else to say here...

Suggestion from Jared: Financial Insecurity.

DONE!

So, when my dad decided to bitch at me...Didn't stop at report card marks, Nooooooo! He had to go into car insurance, and moving out. Told me to get a job. Yeah, I want a job. I just haven't found one yet. And I'm not looking to hard, as I don't have any iniative to do anything. But yeah, he lectured me about how much it costs to get an apartment, and stuff like that.

Financial insecurity. It's kind of sad, when you think about it, the number of grown adults that are working at fast food joints. I mean, are THEY financially secure? How does one become financially secure? What happens if you aren't? I expect that I won't be very financially secure when I move out. I'm gonna be eating Kraft Dinner, and other cheap canned food. Eventually, we'll be able to afford better food. But we won't be very financially secure for quite a while. Even when we start Elkon...We're not going to be financially secure at ALL. Do you have any idea how hard it is to start in the programming business? Especially when you're starting your own software company. It'll be a bitch finding work. Thank God I came up with the idea to double it as a Cyber Cafe, for two sources of income. Is that financially secure? Probably not. It'd cost a lot to start up, and take a while to get going well.

When you really think about it, is anybody financially secure? I mean, life can throw a lot of twists and turns at you. You can be on top of the world one day, and broke the next. And look at some people, that base their entire lives on financial insecurity! The stock market is NOT secure. At all. How can people actually risk all that money on something that changes so often? Foolishness, I tell you! I may not be going into a financially secure future, but hey, I'm fine with that. And I'm going into it with my best friend. Doesn't get much better than that. And who knows, maybe I'll find another female willing to date me. Only time will tell!

Hrm...Need something else now.

Aha! I have a new topic. Spyware. It angers me so very much. I have loads of it on my computer. Lots and lots. Makes a bunch of pop-ups come up, whenever I load stuff. It's so annoying. I've tried running Ad-Aware, but it messes up a lot, and doesn't seem to work if I try to delete more than fifty pieces of spyware. To delete them all, I'd have to through and delete them about fifty at a time. Which would take five or six times...And I'm usually doing something on the computer. The program lags or messes up when I have other stuff going on, so it's hard to find time to run it.

I also hate pop-ups. And pop-unders. That's just dumb. I especially hate the pop=ups that advertise things like pop-up blockers. You hypocritical sacks of shit. I'll kill you all. KILL YOU ALL.

But yeah. Not sure what else to say here...Again. So...I'm just gonna end this. Yep.

Until next time,
That is NOT where that is supposed to go. Somebody needs to write a manual or something about that...*shudder*
~Kataron

Thy Followers

If I lift my arm like this...And tilt my head like that...Then....Oh, blog entry. I'll finish this experiment later.

Welcome to another edition of....uhhh...Nate.

Second day of semester two, was pretty damn good. First period, Ms. Tremblay. She's a great teacher. Funny and such. And she mentioned that Coke was her favourite beverage :D w00t. Second was...meh. I spent most of it sitting in the back of my room listening to my discman, which is how I figure I'll spend a lot of my semester. 'cept group work...God, I hate group work. Unless it's like it is in period three! We have an exercise where we pretend we crash land in a desert, have fifteen objects, and need to survive. And we're like...the ONLY group that's actually moving, trying to get to the nearest town. The plane was supposedly over a hundred kilometres off course, and they think they're gonna get rescued. In the desert. As if they're gonna send planes to go through the entire desert, trying to find them. Ha. They wouldn't know where they crashed. They were off-course to begin with, and they wouldn't know -where- they crashed. The only way to survive is to find the town. It would take no longer than a week. With a litre of water each, plus a jack knife to cut open cactuses for more water, and eating the actual cactuses. That, with a pistol for shooting any animals that stray close enough to camp. Travelling at night, we should theoretically be able to survive and reach the settlement. Provided they don't kill me along the way for fun. That seems to be their plan. Bastards.

Fourth was much fun. Decided to drop the course. James and Mitch have spares then, too, so I have people to hang out with. James didn't seem to be there today, so Mitch and I hung out, went to 7/11, got some beverages, then wandered around talking. Good stuff.

w0000000t. I beat Growlanser tonight. TAKE THAT, ZION! Think you're so good. I whooped your ass! After beating him half a dozen times in the arena, this match was a piece of cake. I teleported right behind him, and blasted the fucker with Critical Hits. He went down like a sack of potatoes. Evil, evil potatoes. And I borrowed a copy of FF9 to play. So I've got something else to play in the stead of Growlanser. ^_^

Gaaaaaaaaa. I'm so confused about something right now. I think I'm...developing a crush on somebody...Which always leads to confusion and such. DAMN YOU, EMOTIONS! And no, I'm not telling any of you who it is. No, I'm not going to tell people if they guess. I'm not telling ANY of you. So neener neener neener, bitches. ANY OF YOU.

Moving on.

My CD is awesome. Abso-fucking-awesome. I love the Dance Dance Revolution remixes...And the Actraiser one! So good.

Dumdeedeedumdeedeedumdumdum.

Oh, right. I was writing an entry here. I'm glad to see that people seemed to agree with me on my anti-vegetarian rant. I loved Dave's comment...Eat a dead animal. It won't mind.

*wanders off and returns a short time later with food*

Mmmm...Bagel and leftover Chinese...Good combination. I don't care what anybody else says. I should patent the combination, and make people pay me when they eat it. MUAHAHAHA! I love food. Food in general. I was hoping some of the cake was left, but instead, I found Chinese in the fridge, from Saturday night.

Food done! Damn, that was good. I love Chinese food.

Man...The Star Trek: Nemesis movie is awesome. It really makes you think, it has quite a psychological aspect to it. Two people, sharing the same DNA. Clones of each other. Same blood, same defects, same strength. Same potential. Yet so different. Why? Such different pasts...It all shows that past experiences can have an amazing affect on how people turn out. The mind is such an interesting thing...But I'm too wired to go into that now.

I found a new blog to read.

http://houseofawesome.blogspot.com/

It was linked from MegaTokyo a few days ago, in Dom's news thing. This guy, Dom, and another guy, work together, translating games or something like that. It's pretty cool. He talks about video games a lot. Apparently, it's 'Crunch Time' for the game they're working on now. Which means the deadline is coming up, and everything needs to be done...I never thought about how these people suffer before I read this guy's blog. I never thought about the amount of time spent working on these games. The relationships that died because too much time was spent working. That is dedication. Dedication to video games. To all those who have risked losing somebody they care about for the sake of video games, I salute you! Such dedication. So admirable. And not just for oneself, for video games, but to release the game into the public, setting it out into the market, potentially entertaining so many people! Doing it for the video game community!

God, I love video games. I need to play more of them. I can't WAIT to get my new computer. I'll be able to play good games again. Wheeee!

Anyways, I'm very distracted right now, so I'm just gonna end this.

Until next time,
Is this the end? When...When was the beginning?
~Kataron

TheDarkWorld

First day of semester two...COMPLETED!

Yeah.

First period, I have Ms. Tremblay, with Calculus. Second, Mrs. McEwan, with English. Third, Kaune with Programming. Yep. Fourth, I technically have comm. tech. Though I ended the course with a 61, and we're supposed to have 70 to get into this course. But I think I'm just gonna drop it. I want a spare. Homework and such, and if I don't feel like doing that, Mitch and James have a spare that period as well. Yeah. So I'm gonna drop it.

My MSN does not appear to be working...Not sure why. Kinda weird. Trillian keeps trying to connect, but it just isn't happening. It's connected to AIM, but not MSN...Weird, definately weird.

I was sick this morning. I don't particularly enjoy being sick. My stomach was killing me. I felt like I was going to throw up quite a few times. It ended with a ten-minute trip to the washroom during second period. After which I was feeling a lot better. I was opening the door of the washroom to leave just as Jason Shaw was opening it to check on me, as ordered by the teacher. It seems I looked quite pale as I was leaving, the teacher wanted to check if I was okay. Yep. I was fine. Then I got assigned a five-paragraph essay, due tomorrow.

I actually like essays, sadly enough...Fun to write. This is just a one-pager, about my strengths and weaknesses in English. I have plenty of strengths, and my only weakness is my utter lack of motivation. Yep.

My head is pounding...I want sleep. But my brother is in my room, watching tv or something. I'm probably gonna go to bed early, though. MSN doesn't want to work, and I don't want to think about stuff.

Reading blog entries...Emma has an interesting little story about a pig. The pig was in a truck, stuck it's snout out, breaks hit, pig's nose gets cut, it cried. That's basically it, to sum it up. After the story, she asks people to take up vegetarianism, because 'companies that torture animals to become our products ARE EVIL'. But yeah, she's urging her friends to become vegetarians, because 'My dear friends, we CAN change the world'. This has spurred me into an anti-vegetarian rant.

I don't like vegetarians. I don't like vegetarianism. Do you people honestly think you can make a difference? Change the world? That's just funny. You can't. Thinking that you can is just foolishness. You're not changing anything. Anything at all. Hell, do you think that you even actually save the animal's lives? Or does the meat just go unsold and get thrown out? These animals are BRED to die. And that's what they'll do. Ever single one of them. You can't change that. There is NOTHING you can do to change that. They're going to die. They're ALL GOING TO DIE. They're going to suffer. They're going to cry. And people, like myself, are going to eat their lifeless bodies, and ENJOY IT.

Have I offended my vegetarian readers yet? I hope so. Because it's pointless. If you actually dislike the taste of meat, then sure, don't eat it. But if you're just doing it out of pity, or some fucked up form of protest, don't even bother. You're not changing anything. Not eating animals out of pity for them is just dumb. They're still going to suffer and die. It's going to be painful, that I assure you.

Yep.

My God. People are so fucking stupid.

http://www.etext.org/Politics/MIM/index.html

The Maoist International Movement. So fucking dumb. They reviewed video games, and just bitched about them. Stupid fucking bastards. They talked about how Knights of the old Republic, and how it's corrupting the youth of today because you can choose to be evil, and how it's easier than playing a good character.

Oh, for fuck's sake....

'In this game, the player takes a role of one such warrior that calls him/herself a Jedi KNIGHT. The manufacturer doesn't even try to hide the connection to the exploitative feudal system of the Middle Ages.'

Yeah, 'cause that's what GEORGE LUCAS called them. Because knights are chivalrous, good, all that stuff.

'As is well known for the fascist bastards, they take enjoyment in killing others, and the game rewards the player for killing common people. In fact, it is not possible to progress in the game without killing commoners, and the manufacturer plainly tells the player: those who have the courage to kill, are strong. Those who don't are weak.'

You stupid fucking bastards. I hate you. I hate you all. Yes, actually, it IS possible to progress in the game without killing commoners. How do I know? Well...I DID IT. I only killed those that attacked me first. You are given a CHOICE. A CHOICE, like you get in real life. And SOME people take the noble path. We fight evil, protect the innocent, give to charity. Yes, you can be evil, kill the innocent, and steal from charity, but these fuckwits are assuming that everybody does that all the time. We don't. So shut the fuck up you stupid bastards. Oh, and die.

Yep. I refuse to read that site anymore, it's just pissing me off too much. They're so stupid. So very stupid. They should all die.

So...Yeah...What else is there to talk about? Well, I could talk about school some more. Jared's in two of my classes. That's cool. English isn't gonna be that great...No friends in that one. Kinda sucks with all the group work and presentations and stuff we have to do. But oh well, I'll get by. Essays. Essays are fun. Whee.

My brain really hurts...People seem to be going to bed now, but I don't wanna go to bed too early. I'll probably go at 10:30, in about 20 minutes. I'd pop some Advil or whatever we have, but I already had some earlier, and it didn't help too much. Yeah...

I need a new notebook, some mechanical pencils, and a new calculator. I filled up my old notebook with a month or so left of semester one classes, which wasn't good. I think I'll get two this time. And my brother broke my calculator ages ago, I just never bothered to get a new one. I really should, though. And I will.

I think I have a cold...It's apparently been going around a lot lately. But it should leave me alone after a while. I don't get sick very often anymore. Used to get sick all the time.

I can't think of anything else to say, so I'm just gonna end this.

Until next time,
To you that have witnessed the impossible...uhhh...Kudos.
~Kataron

Time's New Scar

My God.

I've done it.

A masterpiece!

Nate's Magnificent Ultra-Mix of Perfection +3.

The best CD ever. Period.

One hundred and eighty video game remixes. w00t.

I've got...Breath of Fire. Castlevania. Chrono Trigger. Chrono Cross. Pac Man. Street Fighter. Tetris. Zelda. Secret of Mana. Dance Dance Revolution. Final Fantasy. Lufia. Lunar. Mario. MegaMan. Metroid. Wild Arms. XenoGears. And some others.

w00t.

Yeah.

Sorry 'bout the lack of posting last night. I went over to Rick's for the night, ended up staying up until five playing KotoR 2. Beat it this morning, too. YEAH! The ending kinda sucked, though. Oh well. Gameplay was awesome. Very awesome. Yep. But I realized, around five in the morning when I went to bed, that I hadn't posted. Luckily, I had a double-posting the night before, so hopefully that satiated you. By the way, I won't be replying to that RP thing in this post tonight, so wait 'til tomorrow. I haven't read it yet, and I'm trying to do a bunch of things at once. Plus, I'm tired. Five in the morning and all.

Jared backed out of the unclean-off. Bastard. He said that it isn't a good time for him to be doing that, and he wouldn't get away with it. So we're gonna try again later. I'm gonna go ahead anyways and not bathe, have a contest against myself. Yep.

And apparently, SlipperyChicken is interested in moving out. With Jared and myself. w00t! W00T! He's so cool. And he's not going to violate any of the rules that Jared and I determined that we would have. No drugs, no booze, basically. Slippery gave up drugs a few years back, and only drinks on special occasions. So that's good. He's hilarious. That'll be a lot of fun, living with him. :)

Yep.

You know what PISSES me off, folks? All those blogs out there that just post quiz after goddamn quiz. Great, your...favourite pet is a...dragon. Why the fuck should we care? I mean, I don't have much of a problem with them, if it's just every once and a while, but there are far, FAR too many blogs that just do those, over, and over, and over again, without any real content. If you're going to spend time doing stuff on the net, and have a blog, then maybe you should write about something that actually fucking matters, instead of just posting quiz after goddamn quiz. There's some blogs that have a lot of them, mixed with actual meangingful text, and some that alternate, but it's still annoying. It will be a cold day in hell when I do one of those stupid fucking on-line quizzes and post the results on here, as if anybody would give a damn. I've had this rant in my system for a while. It's just DAMN annoying.

So, it seems we're back to school tomorrow. My new CD should make it an interesting day. Plus, the MP3 CD that James burned me, with Chariots of Fire on it. :D And...programming! That'll be awesome. I should have...Calculus, English, and Programming. Yep. It'll be a blast. And I'm actually gonna have a spare! Wheeeeeee! The possibilities! By that, I mean I can go and get a Double Gulp. Every day. :D Then I'd die! Yay! 'cause deep down, that's what everybody wants, isn't it? Me dead? I know it's what I want! But forget I said that! :D

That's how I'm going to go. Caffeine overdose. I can't think of a more pleasant way to die. Yeeeeeeeeep. But it's nigh impossible to do that with Coke. Otherwise, I'd be dead by now. Yep.

Goddamn it, I never have any idea how many people actually read this, and who they are. Maybe if I set up a bunch of traps...Virus-y traps...With...Death. And fire. That'd be awesome.

I'm kinda wired at the moment. But also kinda tired...I didn't get to bed (Rick's couch, anyway...) until about five, maybe quarter past, and then I didn't get to sleep for a while. Thoughts firing around in my head like...firing...things...I came to the decision that some people just can't be saved, no matter what is done to try. And by that, I mean that I thought a lot about KotoR 2. Damn you, Kreia. Damn you to hell. I can't wait to play again and be evil. Very, very evil.

Man...I have some great songs on this CD. A LOT of Trance and Techno stuff, but some great jazzy things, too. Very relaxing. But they're surrounded by loud, fast, angry music, so it's not good to listen to it just for the jazzy stuff. Yeah.

Anyways, I'm tired. Sleep seems like a good idea. Sorry 'bout the lack of posting last night, and the not-long post tonight. I'll regail you all with tales of first day of semester two tomorrow.

Until next time,
The birds and the bees? Well, one like berries and lays eggs, and the other likes honey. I think the former is the bee. But I'm not sure.
~Kataron

YouMustDance

'kay...

I'm really, really, really bored. The movie I left to watch was really boring...So I'm gracing you all with another post! Does this post count for Friday or Saturday? It's now officially passed into 'Saturday' time...But I have not yet slept. Meh. I'd rather not think about such things.

I really really really really want to RP. Damn it, Jared, get that server up. I refuse to go back to other sites, with those stupid fucking children with their horrible grammar. They should all die. Oh, bad grammar angers me so. I can pretty much accept that people don't use capitals and punctuation on MSN and stuff...But for fuck's sake, if you're writing a blog post, or commenting on somebody's blog, at least have the fucking courtesy to use some goddamn grammar. If not, you should die. Die a slow and painful death.

But yeah. I said I wanted to RP. So I'm doing it here. I'm just gonna randomly make a character and place him in a situation. Whether or not anybody makes a comment continuing the story is up to them, I don't care that much. I just need to get this out of my system. But if somebdy DOES post and continues the story, I'll write up the next bit for my character tomorrow night when I make -that- post. Got it? Good.

Name: Kataron

Class: Black Mage

Race: Half Elf, Half Human

Physical Description:

Shoulder-length black hair, slim, wears dark clothing, usually a long black robe that goes down to his ankles. Always has the hood of his robe up when outside, causing his face to be very pale. He has narrow, piercing eyes, bright blue.

Possessions:
- Basic staff, smooth wood, with a bright red crystal on the end, held on by jade talons.
- His robes.
- Spellbook.
- Black Orb. Used to summon the Black Knight, as well as channelling unholy energy.
- A few assorted potions.

History:
Kataron had a normal childhood, and was not exposed to the dark arts until his late teens. His current age, as well as most of his past, is unknown to the general public, as he tries to keep all personal information as hidden as possible. In his late teens, he became the apprentice of an eccentric wizard, after running away from home. He trained with the mentor for a few years, before leaving to advance his studies in the dark arts. He...acquired the Black Orb from a quest he went on with a party of adventurers. One of the adventurers was trying to collect all of the mystical orbs to use their power to return to his own time, but the power of the orb was too much to resist. He betrayed his comrades and took the orb. None of them could properly channel the dark energies of the orb, but Kataron's training allowed him to draw out it's real power. For many years, Kataron has been a wandering adventurer, seeking out new mentors and any other way to advance his training, and increase his power.

I told you I was bored. That's the part I dislike most about RP. The character creation. Almost anything you can come up with is some sort of RPG cliche. Lost memory, wanderer, person trying to avenge somebody dear to them, somebody that trained under a master and perfected some sort of unique fighting style or magic. Bah. This one was just a simple one, not really thought out. Anyways, on with the RP.

/RP

Kataron pushed open the door of the tavern and stepped inside. He thought for a moment about how all of his quests seemed to begin in taverns, but shrugged it off and found a seat near the fireplace. He pulled back his hood and fixed his hair, so his pointed ears would not be noticable. He had gotten into more than a few fights simply because he was 'one of those pointy-eared freaks'. He didn't want to get into another fight, not now. He figured that he could easily roast everyone in the room alive if he fed the fire in the fireplace with his magic, but one never knew the skill of strangers. Perhaps one of the people at the tavern was another mage, or worse, and arch mage.

He looked around the room, trying to judge any possible threats before they happened. Three Dwarves in a corner laughing and drinking ale. Lots and lots of ale. Two halflings exchanging stories at another table near the Dwarves. Four or five drunk humans at the bar, drinking and talking amongst themselves. Two women were sitting at the table next to him, also drinking and laughing. A lone man nursing an ale, also looking at the other occupants. Kataron decided that the lone man would pose the largest threat, as he was the one that was hardest to figure out. Much like himself, he reasoned. The Dwarves could also be a threat, but they were too drunk to do anything except perhaps pass out. The humans and halflings would not pose much of a threat, and most looked to be unarmed anyways.

His contact was late. He was supposed to be bringing information about an ancient magical artifact. Some sort of crystal, harnessing the powers of...Well, some element. Kataron was not aware of all of the intricate details. That was why his contact was supposed to meet with him. But the contact wasn't here yet. Kataron sighed and ordered an ale. It was growing dark outside, and if his contact did not arrive soon, he would have to get a room for the night. He took out his spellbook and began to read it by the light of the fire, as he often did when bored. After a period of time had passed, Kataron looked up at the tavern patrons again. Another Dwarf had joined the others, two humans at the bar had left, replaced by one new one, two new women had joined the ones at the table next to him, and the halflings were talking with some other humans in the bar. The lone man was gone. Kataron looked around, his half-elven eyes taking in the details of the room, trying to see any hint of where the man had gone, but finding none. The Black Orb pulsated weakly in his pocket, drawing his attention.

A voice spoke in his mind, the voice of the Black Orb, and the Black Knight.

The man has not arrived yet. Where is he? I grow weary of sitting around and doing nothing!

Kataron took a sip from his ale and whispered a reply, too quiet for anyone else in the bar to make out. If the women at the next table were silent and paying attention, they might have heard him speak, but would not have been able to make out the words.

"Relax, Black Knight. If this crystal holds the power it is told to have, it will be well worth the wait. The wait, and the danger of the quest. But that's the part you want to get to, isn't it?"

Aye, I'd like to get out of this accursed crystal and hold my sword once more. Have you ever been confined to such a small place for such a long time? It gets quite claustrophobic.

"Again, he should be here soon. If he is not here by midday tomorrow, we shall leave."

Midday? Curse your Elven patience. I want action!

"Be silent now, mighty Knight. I don't want to draw undue attention to myself, have people wonder just why I'm talking to myself. The contact will arrive. He has always done so in the past."

Easy for you to say...You're not trapped in an orb. But as you wish, I shall be silent now. Let's just hope that the contact arrives soon.

"Aye."

Kataron looked up to see a waitress looking down at him. She had a look of concern on her face.

"Are you...okay, sir?" She asked, turning the emptry serving tray in her hands.

"I'm fine. But my mug seems to be dry. Might I have another ale, please?"

Kataron smiled weakly at the women, a purposefully odd grin. The woman brightened and nodded, as if eager to accept the fact that he had been talking to himself because he had consumed too much ale.

"Y-Yes sir! Right away, sir."

The woman left to fetch the ale, and as soon as she could no longer see him, the smile disappeared from Kataron's face, replaced by a look of annoyance. He whispered to the orb again.

"You see the kind of trouble you get me into?"

For once, the orb remained silent. The waitress returned with his drink, and Kataron conjured up the same grin, thanking her and giving her a tip. She seemed satisfied, and left him alone. Kataron took a sip from his newly filled ale and sighed. The contact should not be much longer. But just in case, Kataron drank his ale slowly, ready for a longer wait.

/endRp

Yep. That was good...Got THAT of my system! I can't wait until Jared gets that forum up...We can actually RP without having to worry about fuckwits coming on and posting with complete godmodding, no grammar, and being generic assholes! Yay! Anyways, that's what I wanted to do here. I'm gonna go watch some cartoons.

Until next time,
Yes, I am a grammar nazi. HAIL PUNCTUATION! *nazi salute thing*
~Kataron

Another Inspiration

Video game music kicks so much ass it's not even funny. Nor is it oatmeal.

That said...

For those of you pathetic enough to frequent this blog, you may have noticed that the title has been changed, with a short subtitle after it. Yeah, I do that every now and then. For a while, it was just Kataron's Blog. Then it was Kataron's Blog. Kicks nine kinds of ass. Then, after Vero broke up with me, it was up to three times more spiteful and depressing. There has been a lack of both spite and depressedness as of late. I blame the caffeination and the lack of school. Plus the CONSTANT VIDEO GAME ACTION (echo: Action...Action...action....) has cheered me up some. I feel so...powerful when I have a video game controller in my hand. It's a great feeling.

Great youth group tonight. Absolutely great. Karaoke. I sang Bohemian Rhapsody on my own, then sang Henry the Eigth with Dave, then House of the Rising sun with Dave, then that 'In the Jungle' song, with Dave and Jake. And maybe Andrew, he might have been sharing a microphone with Jake. It was freakin' awesome. Greg did a fairly good rendition of 'What a Wonderful World'. I like the song, but it's not a Wonderful World. It's a shitty world. But still, fun evening. Hung out with Rick all day. w00t. I downloaded a bunch of OC remixes on his computer, those crazy video game remixes, and we listened to them. There's one that's a 'Swingin' Porno Mix'. It starts with a fly unzipping, then there's creaking and moaning accompanied by a Mario theme. It's so funny. We decided to call Kate up on speakerphone and have that song playing really loud. She got freaked out. Then we ended up talking to her on the phone for over a half an hour, then I got distracted by things on the computer and she got annoyed at us, signing on to a different MSN account, and trying to convince me that she was 'Jenny Hash' from my Comm. Tech class. Of course, there was no Jenny Hash in that class. But I was very confused for a while. She mentioned the dark room a couple times, and added a wink when talking about how dark it was, so I was fairly confused as to who it was and what they were talking about. Yep. Then I said that I had to leave and she revealed her secret identity. Then Rick started playing Matrix Online, and I swung down to Eric's to snag KotOR 2. I played that all afternoon, while Rick played Matrix Online and City of Heroes. I created a new character on CoH. Well, I created it through proxy. Rick was bored and wanted to make a character for me, so he did, and I just said yes and no to things. Ended up with a white-skinned guy with long blue-ish hair, pointy ears, and a dark wardrobe. Pretty cool in all. Fire blaster with energy control as a secondary power pool. Yay!

Much fun was had today. Got to listen a bit more to that CD that James made for me. Rapper's Delight is such a funny song. And Bust a Move is good, too. But I want video game music, so I figure I'll probably download a bunch of OC remixes, and put them on an MP3 CD at Rick's :) That'd be an awesome CD. I've always wanted a CD with a bunch of good techno and trance on it. I've had Daft Punk CD's before, but those are just straight Techno. I need Trance. Trance is the shit. And there's so much awesome video game trance out there. And then there's the non-trance ones, like the one I'm listening to right now. Chrono Trigger 600 A.D. in Piano. So well done...The guy that made it made a few other songs, all piano. They're all really, really good. This song...This song brings back so many memories and emotions. Which is REALLY pathetic, since it's a video game song. But the beginning fills me with such sorrow...I need a life. Then again, fuck that. I'm happy being a pale introvert. I don't go outside unless I have to. And if I DO go outside, I have theme-appropriate music playing from my beloved discman. Even just walking to the store, or going to Rick's. Theme-appropriate music. Usually the world map theme from Growlanser. Or if I'm in a dramatic mood, Chariots of Fire. It's great. I wish my life could have it's own sound track...With people following me around and playing music. Johnny Dread, you truly were a visionary. An evil, sadistic visionary who enjoyed video-taping himself murdering innocent women...But a visionary nonetheless! And I salute you! For those of you who don't know...Which is all of you...Johnny Dread is a character from the book series 'Otherland' by Tad Williams. He had an implant in his brain that allowed him to have music playing at all times, whatever he wanted. He tended to have classical music, which was really cool. But he killed a bunch of people. Also cool, I guess, but in a different way.

Aaaaanyways.

Bah! It's my stupid brother's stupid birthday stupid party tomorrow. He's turning...I dunno, 14 or something. But he's having people over. I'm kinda glad that Rick's not going to his dad's this weekend as planned, 'cause now I can hang with him tomorrow. Yay! There's no way in hell that I'm sticking around here with all of those little pricks around. I hate them. I hate them so. They should die. They're all so goddamn rude to me. No respect, I tells ya.

For some reason, I've been thinking about Eva again tonight. Putting even more thought into whether or not I would take it all back if I could. If I could go back and just stop it all...Stop it all before I fell in love, before she broke my heart. I wouldn't. I needed to learn a lesson, and I learned it. By God, I learned it.

I fucking hate Pepsi. I'm a total corporate bitch for Coca-Cola. I can't stand Pepsi or anything Pepsi related. And I fucking hate it when people say they taste the same. That's bullshit. They taste completely different. Pepsi tastes like shit. Coke is good. Anyone that says they taste the same should be smacked in the head. Very hard. With a pillow case filled with rocks. And barbed wire. Rocks covered in barbed wire. Yes...It's all coming together...People know by know that I love Coke. Quite often, they use it to piss me off. There was a kid at the youth group tonight that was pouring Pepsi into an empty Coke can. BECAUSE I was standing there. Little shit. That is blasphemy. So I smacked him in the head a couple times. BAH!

Yeah. I got back into Adventure Quest today...Kinda...REALLY pathetic...But still...Fun. It entertained me, anyway. Yeah. You know, I'm far too wired to write this tonight. And I have nothing to talk about, as nothing happened today to spur any rants. Just wait until I get back to school. People piss me off so much there, I'll have loads of topics. Because the people at school are all bastards. BASTARDS!

Anyways, there's a movie on, and I wanna play AQ, so this is done. THE END IS HERE!

Until next time,
Goodbye, Galaxy.
~Kataron

Chariots Of Fire

Hot damn. Everything in life can be dramatic with the right music. Chariots of Fire, for instance, is a very dramatic song. If you don't know what it is, I suggest you download it, and listen to it. While listening to it, do something. Anything. Preferably something...normal. See if it seems more dramatic. I CHALLENGE YOU TO DO THIS!

Yep. Well, I promised to give you all a nice long entry tonight, and here it is. Here it is, goddamn it. I won't get too tired or distracted and stop writing. It's only about...7:30 now, so I have plenty of time. I might take a brief break to bathe, but then I'll be back. Now...What was it that I was planning on writing about in this post? Hmmmm...Well, I know the first one was Valentine's Day. God, I hate it.

*checks post*

Ah yes.

First thing's first, let's rant about Valentine's Day. Stupid fucking holiday. This is one of the most commercialized holidays. What's it about? Cards, poems, chocolate, and all sorts of other EXPENSIVE gifts for that 'special someone'. Not as bad as Christmas, but still, very commercial. It's damn annoying. I don't know why this holiday started, and quite frankly, I'm too lazy to do any research and find out. But now it's all about expensive gifts, cards, and chocolate. It's something primarily celebrated by couples, another annoying part of the holiday. Makes some people that aren't in relationships feel like there's something wrong with them for not being in one. That's how I feel, anyway. I assume that there are others out there like me. I was in a relationship last year when Valentine's Day rolled around. I remember it quite well. Tried my hand at writing poetry, if I recall. Also spent hours looking for appropriate poetry on-line, and sent at least half a dozen virtual boquets to my girlfriend. This was when I was dating Sarah in England, so Virtual Boquets were about all I could do. I didn't hate the holiday then. I hated the holiday before then, I hate the holiday now. All it does now is make me feel lonely, and recall instances from prior relationships. Failed relationships, where the memories hurt. Which brings us in to the next topic...

Love.

Love. Ha. I've heard that chocolate causes the same chemical reactions in a person, that make people feel the same as 'love'. And isn't that all love is? Chemical reactions in the brain? Isn't that all any emotions are? Just...chemical reactions. Electrical impulses. Nothing grand. Nothing romantic. There is nothing special about this emotion. And I've heard a lot of people say that love is forever and all that bullshit. Har har har. If you honestly believe that, you're too wrapped up in your own fantasy world. Love, like everything else in this world, dies. I still believe that what I felt for Eva was love. I doubt that she ever really felt the same for me, though. How can you honestly say that you love somebody after you cheat on them, and break their heart? Just doesn't seem to work after that point. She told me that she would love me forever, and I told her the same. And I could have, but she had to go out and have sex with Bob. Love dies. When it does, move on. Just...Move on. When I found out, I cried. I cried until couldn't cry anymore. But I moved on. It hurt, but...I moved on. And I learned from my mistake. Well...I thought I did. I have now. I'm not getting into any relationships with 'Eva'-types anymore. But back to the topic. Love. Love is bullshit. Love is vulnerability. Don't let it happen to you unless you're ready for it. Because it can go wrong, and it will be the worst feeling you've ever felt.

What's the next topic on the list? *checks again* Ah. Ha. Ha. Commitment. I guess this goes hand in hand with love. If you're in love with somebody, you are committed to them. If you're not committed, then you're not really in love. I don't care what you think, unless there's commitment, there's no love. You can't claim to love somebody while you're out fucking somebody else. It just doesn't work like that. If you still claim to love somebody while you're having sex with other people, then you're just fucking delusional. No pun intended...But yeah. Commitment. Love. You get the picture.

Last on the program is happiness. And let me tell you...Happiness is playin' Bingo! Sorry. Had to be said. I'm afraid I don't know much about happiness. Ha. How could I? If you want to know about being happy, talk to some optimistic fuck-wit, not somebody that's depressed. I have not been truly happy in a very long time. A very, very long time. What are my happiest memories, you ask? Okay, I don't care whether or not you really ask this, or if you even give a damn, but I'm saying it anyway. My happiest memories would have to be...Well, one would be the time when my parents left me home alone, and Jared came to spend the night. We got so caught up in talking that we just...Didn't sleep. That was a good time. Also...Geez, back in elementary school. The Blue Jay's game that we got to go to, because the class helped out with stuff. I hate baseball and all other sports, but running around with Jared, with James and...was it Mitch? Well, whoever the other person was, James and Mr. Mystery were chasing Jared and I around the Sky Dome. That was damn fun. I still remember it to this day, though it happened quite a few years ago. But yeah. That's about it for happiness. What'd you expect? Yeesh.

Well, that's the program for tonight. Time to go random! That reminds me!

Something that I thought of last night, while watching a movie. Sweet November was on. Keanu Reeves is in it, blah blah blah, falls in love, blah blah blah, ends up alone. I loved the end. He goes through all the trouble, and then ends up alone. Which made me wonder. We've all heard the phrase 'It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all'. But...Is it really? Is it worth the heartbreak, to lose somebody that means so much to you? I mean...If you don't love, then you never really know the experience. You can't really miss something that you've never actually experienced? I don't really know if I would have rather never have loved Eva, or have it like it is. In this instance, it taught me not to fall for...the wrong type. But I still don't know.

Yep. Now, to get away from love and all other related topics. Squidi, I love you. DAMMIT! I could have probably phrased that better, after what I just said...But yeah. Squidi.net. Great webcomic, and the author has a blog on the main page. I love reading it. It's not like little newposts from other webcomics, it's actually the guy's blog. Last night, he ranted about Control. It was beautiful. He talked about freedom of speech, flag burning, gay marriage, and all sorts of other interesting bits. I loved the freedom of speech part. Everyone has the right to say whatever they want, as long as they don't act on it. I love what he said at one point...Quote time!

'If you think that homosexuality is immoral, then you're an asshole. That's my belief, and I get to say it and there's nothing you can do about it. It makes your blood boil, but you know what? I don't care.'

Sean Howard, the author, entertains me so. He offends a lot of people. But as he says, there's nothing people can do about it. If it pisses them off, they don't have to read it.

But anywaaaaaays. I've had two nosebleeds in the past three days. In the same place, too. Sitting in the bathroom, they just...happened. While I was reading that White Plague book. I'm just glad I was quick enough to grab some toilet paper before I bled all over my book. Yep. Just thought you all should know.

I had Eric and Rick over today. We played some BattleFront. Rick is disturbingly good at the game. I'm so used to my tactics against Eric. Eric and Rick fight VERY differently. Rick goes just for me, all the time. Eric doesn't. It's easier to pick off Eric with my sniper rifle, but Rick always charges me and gets me with his blaster when I'm using the scope and don't see him. Eric and I are evenly matched, for the most part. Damn close matches. I'm talking one of us winning with less than 20 of 200 units left. With Rick, it was always winning big time, or losing big time. Depending on the map. Then there's those maps that you can never ever win no matter who you're facing...DAMN YOU, KASHYYK! I'm not even sure if I spelled that right. But there's one level, where the rebels or republic are in the middle. The defenders have three bases in the middle, all very close to each other, creating a small triangle. The attacker, the Empire or the Trade Federation, has three bases on the outside. Two near the top, one near the bottom. So while the defenders are facing attacks on two sides, they have less space to defend, and can therefore get more units in that space. Plus, if they take the base at the bottom, the units from the top would need to either bypass the bases completely, or storm through the other bases to take it back. Same if they take the two at the top. It's virtually impossible to win against another player. Eric has become adept at defending it. I only ever beat him when using the Trade Federation, with their incredibly cheap Super Battle Droids. Wrist-rockets on one hand, fast-firing lasers on the other. Far too cheap. And even with THAT, it was a challenge. Far too difficult. But yeah. Rick had to leave, causing me to win by default. Same with Eric. Ah, default, the two sweetest words in the English language! If you don't recognize that quote, watch the Simpsons.

Yep. Wow, it's Thursday already. That means I have three more days of sitting around and doing nothing, then back to school. I'm somewhat excited about school. English, Calculus, and Programming. w00t. That's right, only three classes. Didn't get over a 70 in comm. tech, or so I'm assuming. Missed assignments, half-assed work. Hence, no double-semester course. That's okay, it means I get to have a spare. I've never had a spare before. I'm excited. Maybe I'll actually use it to do homework. I mean, there won't be much else I can do during that fourth period. I don't have a car, can't go home, so I'd have all period to just sit around. I can do homework and listen to music. Yay music! I just got a new CD from James today. I had him burn me an MP3 CD, so now I've got a bunch of new music. Yay music! Including...BUM BUM BUUUUUUUUMMMMM!!! Chariots of Fire! Hell, that's the whole reason I got the CD. Mitch was telling me how he was walking to school while listening to it on James' MP3 player, so I listened to it, and wanted a CD with it. Mentioned it to James, and he burned it with the rest of his MP3 library.

Gar. My dad's an asshole. He just called me over to ask me to keep an eye on the woodstove tomorrow. All day tomorrow. I told him I wasn't sticking around tomorrow, because Rick's going to his dad's this weekend, so tomorrow would be our last chance to hang out before the weekend, then he got pissed off at me. Said something about how if I wasn't going to do things for him, then he wasn't going to do anything for me, i.e. money. He's just drunk again, and in a pissy mood. He's just pissed off at me because I have a week off. And he has to work. He's pissed because he has to actually PROVIDE for the family, because he has responsibility, and I don't. He's just shown me how to put wood into the fireplace. Took a long fucking drawn out lesson. 'This is fire' he said. Then got pissed off when I had a sarcastic 'Nooooo'. Jackass. One handle. It's one fucking handle I have to worry about. He's acting like it's fucking rocket science or something. Now he's talking about getting up first thing in the morning to do oil, making wood completely pointless. Talking about getting ME up first thing in the morning. Yeah, good fucking luck. Such a jackass.

Anyways...I'm not really sure what else to talk about. This has been a 'real' entry, with lots of ranting and such. But yeah. To end, I saw something in Rachel's LiveJournal, which I think I'll steal.

Ask me four questions. Any four, no matter how personal, private or random.

I will answer them honestly. I have to answer them all.

In turn, you post this message in your own journal and you have to answer the questions that are asked of you.

This is just a little activity to try to raise reader participation. Now get participating, bitches.

Until next time,
Whenever anybody asks me something, I should have to choose a response from a pre-determined list.
~Kataron

Castlemania

Sorry folks, no big update tonight, either...

I'm just -far- too distracted by everything around me. Things are too shiny for my own good...

But I promise! And this one, you can hold me to! That I shall make at LEAST a decent-sized post tomorrow night, covering some of the following topics:

Valentine's Day.
Love.
Commitment.
Happiness.

Yep. Valentine's Day is closing in, and it needs to be commented on. I fucking hate it. Find out why, tomorrow night!

*dramatic ending music*

Until next time,
Love's just a joke.
~Kataron

His First Good Deed

Who's first good deed? I dunno. I'd assume a character from Breath of Fire, as that's what the song is remixed from. James pointed me in the direction of a KICK-ASS remix site, and I'm in the process of downloading a bunch of stuff from them. They have some -sweet- video game remixes. Hell, that's all it is. Video game remixes. AWESOME.

But there's so many...So hard to decide :( I need a bigger hard drive, dammit. I can't wait until I get my new machine...Mmm...I think when I get it, I should network this one and the new one, so I can transfer my hundreds of songs onto it...I don't wanna download them all again...That'd take a very long time...And I don't like work.

Anyways, this is occupying me right now, so I'll make this update short.

Woke up 'round...11 or so, got up, talked to Sarah (England one) on-line for a bit, then I wandered off to play video games. James wandered over, we hung out a bit. Then he left, and I spent the next few hours playing Growlanser. Fucking HARD arena matches. *shudders* Damn you, Zion. Damn you to hell. But that's okay, 'cause I kicked his homonculus ass. Err...A homonculus is a magic copy of somebody. Like a clone. But magic. That's what this guy was...Anyways...Then I had dinner, then I wandered over to Rick's. Played my Paladin for a while. Haven't done that much lately. Then James came over, then Dave and Eric showed up. I played a bit of KotOR 2, 'cause James brought it, then I had to go. Got here, and tv. Then went to site, started downloading music. That was my entire day. Tomorrow won't be any more interesting.

Anyways, this selection requires my FULL attention, so I'll post again tomorrow night. What's that? I promised in my last post that I'd post another good post tonight? Ha. Fools. You should know by now that I constantly lie. FOOLISH MORTALS! At least this wasn't another one-paragraph post because I fell asleep. This is video game music. Worth it. So there.

Until next time,
Wow. Even with the volume on the speaker down to zero, I can still hear my music. COOL!
~Kataron