Egyptian Royalty

Well, well, well, here we are again.

My weekend was...Interesting. A lot of fun. Eric and I went down to Cambridge right after school on Friday, and stayed the weekend at Seth's. Of course, Eric's mother was unaware of his plans, but that never stops Eric. When we got there, Seth had already left, so we hung around with Scott for a while, and then went off to the cafe, where the Bellamay Trio, along with others, would be playing. It was a classy joint. There were chess sets. That basically defines a classy joint for me. Having chess sets. Yeah. I beat Eric at chess TWICE. Ohhhhhhhh yeah. Then Scott totally pwned me. He had a rock-solid defense, that jerk. I couldn't touch him.

The show was good. During it, I listened and hung around with Scott and a lady, a lady by the name of...uhhh...Nicole, if'n I'm not mistaken. Yeah, she seemed cool. Then after the show, I went with Seth, Chad, Matt, Matt's Fiancee Marissa, and Eric to Wendy's. I got a lot of unhealthy food and consumed it. 'twas enjoyable. Then we went back and went home.

I basically forget a lot of the first night after we got back. I assume there was DDR, other games, talking, and then inevitably sleep.

Then on Saturday we got up, watched Justice League and Avatar, and eventually wandered over to the video place. Once there, we picked up the new D&D movie, Wrath of the Dragon God, and a Bill Murray movie, Broken Flowers. I loved both movies. The D&D movie seemed like it was going to be intensely cheesy, but it turned out to be superb. I'd recommend it to anyone. WATCH IT.

And Broken Flowers was another one of them thinking movies. Bill Murray gets a letter without a return address or a signature, informing him that he apparently has a son that's 19 years old and is looking for his father. He has no idea who the mother could be, and ends up visiting all four of the girls he had been with twenty years ago. It was....Very interesting. I won't ruin the ending for anyone that wishes to watch it. Well, not in this post.

Yeah.

On Saturday night, though, Scott went to a party with some friends, and Seth went to a bonfire. We were invited to the bonfire, but Eric and I declined. Instead, he hung around on MSN and I played Radiata Stories. Then Scott got home, we talked about stuff, and then people went to sleep. I continued to play Radiata Stories, then Seth got home, as well as John(Jon? Unsure.), who declared that he needed a AAA battery. This got me thinking, and got me rather irritated at him. The word 'need' is so overused in this society. He didn't need a battery, he wanted one. Want and need are two different things. If you NEED the battery, you HAVE to have it, you just can't get on without it. If you WANT the battery, then if you don't get it, it just makes you slightly more uncomfortable. There's a drastic difference there, people. As far as I could tell, he wanted it to charge an MP3 player or something like that. Which falls under the 'wanted' category. If he needed the battery to get home, for some reason, then that works. If his car is powered by a single AAA battery and it was out, then he needed it, but he just wanted it to charge an MP3 player or something. Hence want, not need.

Oh, Jared's here! I'm going to go discuss that 'main characters all fail and die miserably' story.

I'll blog again later tonight, I promise. Unless I don't. So...No promises.

:)

Until next time,
You're a Pharoah!
~Kataron

One Girl Navy

I'm in Cambridge! Woooo!

Seth's not here for some reason, but Scott is. He's cool.

But Seth's not here. Where, oh where is Seth? So, unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to post after lunch, 'cause I went and hung out with Nicky and Jared. Nicky has pink hair now, it's weird.

Anyways, I think they're playing video games...Nate must watch.

I'll try to get on for a post later, but I gotta go advise people when they don't want my advice.

Until next time,
NO! GO LEFT! LEFT! NO, RIGHT! UP! DOWN! NOOOOO!
~Kataron

Making Appearances

Indeed.

I must apologize for my absence(sp?) yesterday, I was stricken ill and remained home. I ended up sleeping through the entirety of period one, a large portion of period two, and then woke up. Then I basically played Radiata Stories for the rest of the day. 'twas fun. My dad was home, so I basically forced him to cook for me. Kraft Dinner when I first got up, and soup later. Good times.

But I'm back in relatively okay condition, so my weekend plans of hanging out with The Seth and Teh Scott are still a go. Unless I suddenly become more ill, but I don't foresee that happening.

But I said two days ago that I was going to start writing that story 'o mine the next day (being yesterday), but illness prevented me from doing it.

Although, I'm still wondering about the town...I'm thinking of having it shift, change shape, as each different adventurer comes through, keeping certain important things the same, but changing the rest, so it's not the same experience each time. But I'm undecided about that.

For the town itself, I think it's a good idea to get certain key areas right, so I'm going to need to decide what the town has.

I'll draw it out later...But I figure there are going to be some things that certain classes would be able to handle with ease, other things that some are going to have serious problems with. So, there's going to need to be a large amount of alternate routes, if the adventurer just can't handle it.

There's going to need to be a forest, one one or two sides of the town. A lake is definately needed. And possibly a ravine of some sort on another side of town. Once the adventurer gets in, whatever path he she or it took will close, and then all routes out will be blocked by natural ways. You know, a ravine you simply can't cross, a forest that prevents you from going too far and just leading you back to the town, a lake with a monster. That kinda stuff.

Actually, this will make a lot more sense when I just draw it...

I think I'm going to go do that, and study for my philosophy test next period. I'll be back after lunch, though.

Until next time,
Bouncy balls are the single greatest invention ever. The automobile? The computer? SLICED BREAD?! Nothing.
~Kataron

And so it begins.

Thus far, the day has been how it always is. In the library first period, philosophy second, lunch, and here I am. I was thinking about building a bit more on the Goblin thing from yesterday, maybe doing something else.

And it was also raised to my attention again that I have another series of stories in the works. I decided during Writer's Craft to write a story of a character that tries to free a small town from the grip of a warlord, but fails and gets killed. Then another different hero tries, then another, then another. All sorts of different heroes trying their best to do the job their own way. I'm thinking that the Warlord is going to be a little more than he seems at first glance, really giving the characters a challenge.

But first, I'm going to need to select the doomed heroes. I'm going to have to go with a few cliches here, though.

I'll need the Warrior...The Mage...The Cleric...The Rogue...The Ranger...And others. That does it for the generic classes that are always used, but I'll be adding more, and I'm going to need to expand on their personalities and such.

So let's expand, shall we? The warrior will be...Well, a generic and unimportant warrior. Leather armour, big sharp weapons (I'm thinking either a two-handed sword or an axe), and a boring personality. Seeking glory and riches, blah blah blah, cliche, cliche, cliche. Once the cliche characters have all failed and been killed, then I'll go into more interesting personalities and characters. For now, we'll stick to the basics and watch them fail.

So...The Warrior is just going to be passing through town, and then he'll learn of the Warlord's control in one of the taverns. By...A shady character, one that serves the Warlord, and one that informs all of the other doomed heroes of their new challenge.

Actually, fuck it. I'm just going to have the Warrior be Kataron, the one from Tales of Rusitu Maitas. Long black sword, irritable personality, the fantasy cliche of amnesia. It will be hard to see my Kataron slaughtered at the hands of this Warlord, but damn will it make for a good story.

All righty, that works. All others will have to be original, though, as I don't have any Mage characters handy, nor any Clerics or Rogues or Rangers. I could theoretically borrow the characters of friends, but if I can avoid using characters belonging to other people, I do. It gets too awkward, trying to do what they would do. I like to have complete control, and not have to go back to them all the time. That's why it's going to be difficult to get the other story from yesterday going, where I'll be using people I know as characters. But hey, you don't learn things from just writing what you're comfortable with. Gotta push the bar and make things interesting.

...

Good old Writer's Craft.

So that's the Warrior out of the way...I think I'll post the story chapters on here originally, then copy it all onto a forum, so if anybody wants to read the story from start to finish, they can do so with ease.

All right, now for the Wizard...I have no idea what to call him, though. I'd just slap the name Kataron on him, as I do with so many other things, but it would get far too confusing to have multiple characters in the same circumstances with the same name. So...Yeah.

When I think of this Wizard, I think an elderly man, long white beard, plain staff, lots of magical powers. Like the Warrior, he just happens to be travelling through. Let's say...To some sort of magic school, to give some sort of lecture on...Something. He'll be approached entering town about the problem, from the same character that told the Warrior in the tavern, but he won't really react right away. None of his business, right? And he's far too old to give a damn. But when one of his magical artifacts is stolen by the Warlord's thugs, then it becomes his business. Etc, etc, he dies. Oh noes!

For the Rogue, he'll just be out for a quick buck. He comes into town, goes to the tavern, and the sneak approaches him and tells him of all of the treasures that the Warlord has in his keep. Rogue's interest is sparked, he breaks in, ends up dead.

The Cleric will be on some sort of pilgrimage(sp?) wherein he visits the town's temple. The Sneak, disguised as another Cleric, informs her of the plight of the village, the Warlord's terrible...Warlordness. The Cleric decides to try to put a stop to it, ends up dead.

The Ranger will be travelling through the wilderness when he finds the town, which doesn't appear on any maps or charts he has of the region. Intrigued, he explores, learns of the Warlord, tries to help, gets killed.

Huzzah! Brief outlines of each of the characters, how each story gets started, and their ultimate fate.

There we go. I'll start writing tomorrow, probably.

But for now, I have business to attend to.

Until next time,
World Bagel! World Bagel!
~Kataron

Revolution and...Goblins?

I'd like to start this post by linking you to this interview with the Executive Vice President of Sales and Marketing for Nintendo. He discusses the Revolution, the new DS Lite, things like that.

LINKAGE!


Yeah.

And I also realized that I haven't had any fights on here lately. Perhaps this is due to the fact that I have decided to...reset my character, in a manner of speaking. I wanted to start from scratch, though my character hadn't developed very far anyway. And just for a note, we're not talking about Kataron from the stories, but me as the guy that had fights with ninjas and elementals. Yeah. I had also intended to do characters for people around me, Jared, Esmee and such, but I never got around to that. I apologize, and assure you that I shall be attempting to do more fights more often.

So I'll start off fresh.

Let's say that I've just attained my 'powers'. My ability to cast some slight magics, create fireballs, small bolts of lightning, but nothing so flashy as what I used on the Earth Golem.

For weapons, I'll just start off with a small dagger. Sharp, but with incredibly limited range and not all that much power to it. Slowly my character will evolve, and hopefully travel to new places, meet new people, and escape from boring fights where monsters constantly invade the school or come at me while I'm walking, things like that. And since I'll be using some of you as models from my travelling companions, I'm hoping that you'll be more interested in the stories at large and able to give a little more input.

Oh, speaking of input, I seem to have rid the blog of the irritating anonymous commenter that bothered Kristyn. So feel free to comment whatever you want. As I said, I don't care if you're just agreeing with me, if you have nothing valid to add. I mean, hell, just look at Dave's comments. The only times I haven't been as fond of those was when I was trying to further a debate of some sort and it gets in the way. But yeah, comment whatever the hell you like, unless you're going to insult somebody. Because on Kataron's blog, we're a community. I love how I can say that...But yeah. Not only will I flame you, but others will flame you as well. So please, to avoid constant flame-wars, let's not insult each other.

And with that, I bring you to a new fight.

...

As soon as I decide what's going to attack.

Ummm...Well, at the beginning of RPG's, you tend to fight things like rats and goblins. Whereas rats don't really work because it wouldn't be a challenge at all, Goblins do. I mean, just imagine me walking around school slashing rats that for some reason have appeared. That's just weird. Goblins, on the other hand, pose a threat indeed.

So, let's begin.

It happened at the end of first period, shortly after I parted ways with Matt to head off to my next class, after visiting my locker. I went outside, as my class is in a portable, and began heading in its direction. I was passing a large dumpster that has been sitting on the grass for months now, when I heard grunting. Coming from behind the dumpster. I moved a bit closer and listened, not wanting to intrude on anything that might be going on behind the dumpster, but curious nonetheless. I heard low voices, speaking about something I couldn't quite make out.

I peeked my head past the dumpster and saw three tiny people, all entirely green, standing there talking. They appeared to be wearing armour that was essentially scrap, which looked like they had gone around a battlefield and picked it off of corpses. One of them had a spear which was longer than its own body, while another was wielding a shortsword. The third, and seemingly the leader (it had some strange headgear that the others did not, and it seemed to be giving the orders), was wielding two long daggers.

They seemed to be Goblins. At this point, I hadn't seen Goblins before in person, and I was curious. I tried to make sense of their language, but their gutteral voices seemed to be spewing forth nonsense. I moved even closer, for reasons I can no longer remember, and accidentally knocked over an ill-placed box of metal. It clattered to the ground and the Goblins became instantly silent. I pondered running, but knew that if I did, they would chase me. And if they chased me, I would end up leading them back to the school. And how the hell was I supposed to explain the fact that I was being chased by three green people with sharp weapons?

I drew my dagger, which had been concealed in my backpack, and prepared for whatever was next. When they noticed me, they all charged without a moment of hesitation. It was almost frightening, having three figures charge at me with weapons, but when I took into account that they were slightly more than half my height and green, I became less afraid.

The one with the sword got to me first, while the one with the spear played the defensive and kept his distance, holding the blade of the spear facing me at all times. I rolled to the side to avoid a vertical slash from the sword as I noticed the leader leaning against the dumpster, watching the other two fight. It irritated me that the leader was so cocky, but I realized that this was in my advantage, so I forgave him.

The one Goblin's sword seemed to be stuck in the ground after his attack. He tried frantically to pull it out, but I rushed at him with my dagger in hand and struck his throat with one quick motion. Blood spewed out and covered my hand as I turned my attention on the one with the spear. The leader seemed irritated now, but he continued to lean against the dumpster and watch.

The spear thrust at me, narrowly missing my shoulder as I quickly sidestepped. My dagger would make this a little more irritating, a little more difficult, with an opponent that could attack me from a distance. Magic was the way to go on this one. I began muttering the words to one of the few spells that I had learned, while the spearman kept his distance, poking at me but not making any major attacks. He seemed scared of even the words of magic, and was too unintelligent to realize that if he struck now, he could stop the spell. Blue energy began to form around my hand, which I shaped into a small ball and pushed forward towards the enemy. As soon as the ball left my hand, the Goblin turned and ran, though the spell wasn't very powerful. I made a mental note that Goblins don't like magic as the fleeing one tripped and somehow impaled himself on his own spear. I wasn't sure how exactly it happened, such a small creature accidentally killing himself with such a large weapon, but I wasn't in a mood to question it.

The leader stood and advanced slowly towards me, as though trying to be dramatic. I held my ground and wondered whether magic would have the same effect on this one. I began muttering a spell and he leapt towards me, slashing down. I raised my daggers in an effort to block the attack, but then realized that he had two of them. I blocked one dagger, but the other cut my shoulder, creating a long gash and cutting through one of my favourite dress shirts. As soon as he landed, he retreated back again, and prepared for another attack.

I began to mumble the words to a spell again, but this time with another plan. The Goblin grinned and jumped again, leaping right into my trap. I ceased the spell immediately, and rolled forwards, underneath the advancing Goblin. It was actually surprising how far the Goblin got off the ground when it jumped, giving me enough room beneath it to roll. Inertia propelled it forwards as I gripped my dagger tightly and moved in to attack. As soon as it hit the ground, it turned, its daggers up and ready to defend, but I was already in place. I stabbed forwards, and my dagger plunged into the creature's green belly. It stopped all motion, stunned that I had gotten such a lethal hit. I took this opportunity to twist the dagger, and watched the grimace on the face of the beast. Then I withdrew my blade and took a few steps back, in case the Goblin decided to do one final attack, with nothing to lose. Instead, it slumped over against the dagger and looked up at me. Its face showed a mixture of surprise and anger. The eyes slowly closed, never to open again. After waiting a moment to ensure that it was dead, I moved closer. The Goblin slowly turned transparent and disappeared, as its comrades must have done while I was preoccupied, because I hadn't noticed anything.

All that was left was one of the Goblin's daggers, with my blood still on the blade. I picked it up and swung it a few times, to get a feel for it. It was larger than the one I had now, and better-balanced. I would keep it.

The bell rang, and I sighed. I would be late for class, but I had to go in and clean up. It would be difficult to explain all of the blood otherwise.

Yep.

Until next time,
Damn straight.
~Kataron

Zelda!

Apparently, today is Zelda's birthday. Well, not so much the princess as the entire series. Twenty years ago today Zelda first made its appearance. If you have some extra time, load up an old Zelda game and have some fun. Twenty years ago today marks the beginning of a legacy.

Go play some Zelda.

But in other news, we were kicked out of the stairwell yesterday during this period, again, and this time told that if we're caught there again, we'll be taken to the office. I figure I spend a few days away, then go back. It makes no sense not to be allowed there. It seems to be mostly during class that they have a problem with it, because the rules state that if you don't have a class, you're supposed to be in the library or the caf, not the halls. I can understand that if we're in a hall with a class right there, if it were at all possible for us to disrupt a class from there, but we're far enough away from classes to talk as much as we want without disrupting anything. In this case, the rule makes no sense. So I'll stay away for a couple days, but then I'll be back. Because that's my goddamn stairwell, I've been there since last year, and there isn't much they can do to keep me out. I mean, really, what are they going to do? Give me detentions? Oh no, twenty minutes out of my hour-long lunch! A whole third of it! Spent reading! Yeah, quite the threat you've got there, morons.

But in any case, I want some caffeine.

But first, I wanted to mention the arrest of a man in...Shit, I forget where it was. Austria or something. For denying that the Holocaust happened. And he got ARRESTED for it. Madness!

More on that when I'm using a Firefox with news tabs.

Until next time,
This has been YET ANOTHER message from Nate.
~Kataron

Fluttering in the Wind

So anyways, I was just getting to the point where we slept at Esmee's. Well, where some of us slept, and the others stayed up watching movies and, as we assume, having sexual intercourse.

But yeah. When we got up, Courtney couldn't stay long, and Jared invariably fell asleep. We watched more movies, and then wandered off for Coffee and Coke. After this, Jared had to go and help his mother pack her things, as she's moving away. I forget where. So Esmee and I went back to her house and got a ride down to mine. I showed her Radiata Stories, and then she wanted to see more God of War, a game she had wanted me to play earlier. I did so, and managed to beat the game before she left. Shortly before she left.

Ares wasn't as hard as I figured he would be, being the God of War and all. But maybe my having all of the power-ups helped. *shrug*

It was a good game, all in all. I was a little disappointed at its length, as it took less than a half of what I already have in Radiata Stories, but the detailed enemies and environments are just fantastic. I hope they make a sequel to this game. And they probably will.

But yeah.

There was probably a couple other things I wanted to discuss...Let's see...What were they...?

I don't really remember.

Ah, one of them was the whole cartoon thing. Okay, so some cartoonist made a cartoon picking fun at the Muslim prophet Muhammad. This has caused such an uproar, it's not even funny. At least forty-four people have died during protests about these cartoons. For fuck's sake, people, they're just cartoons. Lighten the fuck up. Great, it offends you. Big fucking deal. A lot of things offend a lot of people, that doesn't mean that they go out and kill somebody.

I've been lazily following the story via the Firefox news headlines, of which there have been many about these cartoons and the protests about them. It says that Islamic tradition prohibits any depiction of Allah or the Prophet. I think they're just over-reacting. It doesn't matter if this is against your religion, so is murder, and that's what you people have been doing, you hypocritical fucks. In fact, some cleric has placed a bounty of one million dollars on the heads of the cartoonists. Over some cartoons.

Seriously, people, lighten the fuck up.

In other, much lighter news, Google rocks. They've been fighting a request made by the US Department of Justice to procure a week's worth of search results from basically all the users of Google everywhere. Quite often, the DoJ has used computer data and memory caches, search results, things like that for criminal cases, and it has sometimes proven to be exactly what they needed. But in this instance, it's just a study to see how often you inadvertantly find porn on the internet. Talk about a useless study...Apparently the DoJ wants to enforce some sort of on-line pornography law. Don't you just hate it when people try and control the internet?

Several of Google's main competitors have already complied.

From the news site:

" One of its search rivals, Yahoo, said it had already complied with a similar government subpoena "on a limited basis and did not provide any personally identifiable information".

And Microsoft said in a statement that it "works closely with law enforcement officials worldwide to assist them when requested".

"It is our policy to respond to legal requests in a very responsive and timely manner in full compliance with applicable law," it said."

Basically, the Microsoft bit means "We're monitoring your conversations on MSN, watch what you say!". Fucking Microsoft.

So yeah, Google is basically rejecting the order from the US government in order to uphold the privacy of those that use Google. I, for one, say Neat! I find it great that Google is fighting this legal battle so fiercely to protect our privacy. Not like Microsoft. Those whores.

But it's also being criticised over a recent censorship issue in China. For years, Google has been offering a Chinese-language version of itself for China, but the government continues to reject it, blocking the site. So Google set up a new site, one that censors the issues just the way the Chinese Government wants them to. A lot of sites have already been censored, including the BBC news site that Firefox uses, the one that's giving me all of this information. Yikes! But a lot of search topics are going to be censored, things like Taiwan's Independence, or the 1989 Tiananmen Square Massacre. I do so hate it when people try to cover up the past...

But I think that about covers it for today.

I'll give you a few tidbits to chew on while you miss me, though.

The Sony Playstation 3 will cost nine-hundred dollars to manufacture! Yikes, they're gonna be losing major cash on that one!

Umm..I guess that was the only tidbit. Here's a philosophical thing.

What is time?

Discuss.

Until next time,
This has been a message from Nate.
~Kataron

Internet Lingo

Hey hey.

This computer needs some music...I want to put some on from my numerous CD's, but I have absolutely no idea where my CD wallet disappeared to. I stopped carrying it around after my discman held its mutiny. *shakes fist*

Maybe it's in locker at school...I shall have to explore and find out. Otherwise, I have no idea where the fuck it went.

But yeah.

So, I haven't really posted in quite a while. Sorry 'bout that.

Both Thursday and Friday turned out to be snow days, for which I am quite thankful. Not that there was anything at school I particularly wanted to miss, but missing school in general is always a treat. Especially since we've had so few snow days up to this point. Two in a row was like Christmas without the presents.

I spent the majority of the two days sitting in my bedroom playing Radiata Stories, a fantastic game I borrowed from Seth. And holy freaking crap, I love it. In those two days, my save file shot up from six hours to twenty-five. Or more. I kinda forget. Yeah. GREAT game. I'll be reviewing it extremely upon its completion, which won't be far off.

But yeah. I went into Guelph to go to a show at the Shadow on Friday, but we couldn't get in. Seth's band, Lincoln's Revenge was playing. We hung around for over an hour waiting for the doors to open and then trying to get in. We were almost to the point where we could purchase our tickets when it was suddenly announced that all those with tickets already should come forward and all others can wait. We continued to wait for a very long time. We went outside, we went back inside, we heard Lincoln's Revenge begin to play. Then we were told that if we were going to wait (as they called a few names at a time, waited for ten minutes, then called another few names) outside. Fed up, we went to Sun Sun's, the local Chinese eatery, and decided to partake in the buffet. It was good. In total, there was myself (I'm first 'cause I'm so cool), Esmee, Jared, and Courtney. Jared was full 'cause he ate at work, but came with us for the good times. And good times were had by all. So much so that Jared returned with us to Esmee's, where we hung out for a while, and watched the end of Sin City with her dad. At the point it was late, and Jared had to go. So he spent the night.

Jared and Courtney basically stayed up all night chatting on MSN and watching movies, while Esmee and I snoozed on her mattress, which had been pulled into the living room.

But dang, kids, something else is drawing away my attention. I'm trying to get more music for this computer so it's not so boring.

I promise a more...Extensive post tomorrow during school.

Until next time,
That's tomorrow!
~Kataron

Bah, says I!

Sorry I haven't been posting much lately.

Thursday and Friday, the busses were cancelled and I didn't get my periods of library-ness. Then I tried to go to Seth's show on Friday, but we couldn't get in. *unpleasant look*

But yeah. I'll try to get back on and post tonight.

In the mean-time, I FUCKING HATE MY PUPPY. The little shit got my classes while I was sleeping on the couch, and now there are bite marks all over the lenses.

BAH!

Until next time,
BAH!
~Kataron

Insert Title Here.

Third period, in the library.

Well...Technically, according to some, lunch is now third period. I just don't see lunch as a period. It goes period one, period two, lunch, period three, period four. I don't care what anybody else says. So if you attend Ross and disagree, know that this is what I mean should I ever say period three, as I did at the beginning of the post *deep breath*.

There was something I wanted to discuss that happened in philosophy today. We read an essay yesterday written by...Fuck, I forget his name. Wait! Bertrand Russell, something like that. Anyways, he said in an essay on the values of philosophy, that 'God might' something something. The teacher pointed this out as a point where people might disagree or take offence, but I pointed out that his use of the word 'might' pretty much cancels out anything that they could get offended about. It's not implying the existance of God, it's not implying that there isn't a God. One of my classmates (you might remember her from my bitchings about disrespectful little twits from last year's physics class...) said something about putting words in God's mouth. Again, it's NOT. The word MIGHT means that he MIGHT say that, he MIGHT think that, he MIGHT whatever. It's not putting words in the mouth of God, it's putting the potential for words.

For instance...

I could say that Jared might say..."Nate, you're awesome". I'm not saying that he said that. I'm saying that he might. He knows it's true, mind you, and to not say it would be a crime against humanity itself, but he might not say it.

Just saying. It bothered me that the word might was taken so wrongly.

I've developed a new nervous habit, too. Shuffling cards. Mind you, I don't do any fancy tricks while shuffling them, I just do a very simple shuffle. It entertains me. I thought of it during philosophy today, right at the beginning. I realized that I had a deck of cards in my pocket, and wasn't doing anything with them. I put two and two together, and shazam, a new nervous habit. One might say (see?!) that it couldn't be a nervous habit because I just decided to do it, but they would have to take into account the fact that I am always nervous about one thing or another.

And in gaming news, guess who else has thrown in their two cents on the topic of Grand Theft Auto.

Oh, you'll never guess...

Come on, try! No? Not getting anything?

Well...The Sex Workers Outreach Project USA have decided that Grand Theft Auto is bad. And yes, but that I mean a group of organized prostitutes. Yes, hookers don't like GTA. Oh noes!

As if countless uninformed parents and Jack Thomspon weren't bad enough, now there's hookers bitching about the games? Geez...

I'll quote the article, from this site.

"

The Grand Theft Auto franchise is getting attacked from all angles. Joining the ranks of politicians, policemen, and attorneys in their crusade to see the game lifted from shelves are the nation's sex workers. On its Web site, the Sex Workers Outreach Project USA is asking parents to assist them in calling for a ban of Take-Two Interactive's controversial game.

Citing a 2001 document from the National Institute on Media and the Family's David Walsh, SWOP is calling "on all parents and all gamers to boycott Grand Theft Auto."

The organization quotes various points from Walsh's paper, including, "Children are more likely to imitate a character with whom they identify with. In violent video games the player is often required to take the point of view of the shooter or perpetrator."

Though the organization admits to being "adamantly opposed to any and all forms of censorship," as concerned parents themselves, they "wish to inform other parents of the potential danger extremely violent video games pose to children." Likewise, in the interest of promoting the rights of sex workers, the organization is opposed to the depiction of the rape and murder of prostitutes.

In the games, players can solicit "services" from prostitutes by driving their cars slowly near them. No sexual acts are in clear visible view, but during the "transaction," the player regains health and loses money. Though the player cannot actively rape prostitutes in the game, a possible rape is alluded to once during the storyline of Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. The prostitutes, like every other character, are also subject to homicide at the hands of the protagonist.

According to its Web site, SWOP USA is an organization dedicated to improving the lives of sex-industry workers and to the promotion of a safe working environment for the industry."

Yep. Now that the whores have said no, I'm sure the entire series will fail. Even though all of the games have succeeded GREATLY, they'll go back in time and fail.

Yep.

God damn, the stupidity of some people just irritates me.

But I think that's about it for now...I was planning to rant about how the true meaning of Valentine's Day is premarital sex and chocolate, but I'm too tired. Instead, I'm going to go read a John Grisham book while drinking Coke.

Until next time,
Find the Queen!
~Kataron

Moderation in Moderation

Hey hey, folks.

Here I am after lunch, and I've decided to pop out a blog post. I would have done one this morning as well, during my first period spare, but I needed to go down to the store and find something for Esmee for Valentine's Day. I ended up with a heart-shaped box of chocolates. You know, the cliche kind that are so often presented during Valentine's Day. I was considering flowers as well, but alas, my funding fell through, and I simply could not afford any.

Yep.

So, I realized that I forgot something in my rantings on veggie-munchers yesterday. Vegans. Now, they're just stupid in general. I mean, not eating meat can be fine depending on your reasoning, as discussed yesterday, but there's no excuse to discontinue consumption of ALL animal products in general. Just because you feel all sorry for the animals. Fucking hippies.

I'd go more into that, but...Well, frankly, I don't care.

I got a bunch of comments on that other post, actually. I was quite pleased. I like it when people want to comment about things that I say on here. So I've decided to re-raise a philosophical topic that I brought out a while ago, but got no relevant comments about. No, Dave, a comment about steak doesn't really mean anything, as awesome as steak is.

What if this world is another world's hell? I mean, it's pretty crazy when you really think about it. Our world isn't great. Suppose there's a perfect or near-perfect (by our standards, anyway) world out there. When the bad people die, they show up here, and are subjected to the torture that is...well, us.

Oh, cool, Jared showed up. He rarely comes to school these days. Tsk, tsk.

But you know what irks me, folks? When people blame teachers for their failing a course. That just bugs me. A teacher does not 'fail you'. You fail you, in not doing the work, or failing to check if the camera works, or by not reading the instructions of the assignment. You fucking morons.

Yep.

But on a brighter note, I borrowed a book by Stephen Hawking from Scott. A brief history of time, with illustrations for the less-smart. Not the exact title, mind you. But damn is it interesting, and damn do I feel smart carrying it around!

But I'm gonna go chill with Jared now, so I'll try to find the time to get on-line tonight and pop out another sexy, sexy post.

Until next time,
*thrust*
~Kataron

Animals Rights or Animal Wrongs

Back again, after lunch, and I'm a little less tired this time.

I just walked Esmee home, as she was feeling sick, and then we started talking about animals. Animal rights, animal testing, stuff like that. I also had this talk with Seth and Scott over the weekend.

So here's what you need to know about animals.

They're freakin' animals. They don't have rights. Animal rights, nonexistant. Human rights, sure. If you want to give animals rights as humans have rights, then what are you're going to have to arrest animals for the same various crimes that humans might commit. That doesn't make any sense. Animals and rights just don't mix.

Also on the docket is animal testing. Okay, this is a contraversial issue. Here's what you should believe. Animals rights is okay. In cases. If it's beneficial to society as a whole, animal testing is fine and dandy. If it's to test make-up or shampoo or some other topic that is not benefitting mankind, then it's not-so-okay. But if we have to kill some rabbits to find a cure for cancer, then hey, that's fine by me.

Then there's veggie-munchers...Vegitarians. I hate them so. Well, depending. I'm fine with Eric, for the most part, aside from his constant questioning of my sexuality.

Basically, one would become a veggie-muncher for one of a few different reasons.

They might just not like meat. All right, that's fine. I don't like vegetables. As long as you won't get on my case about my horrid lack of veggies, I won't get on your case about your horrid lack of meat.

Then there's those that think themselves healthier to not eat meat. Yeah...It just doesn't work like that. Your body is healthy with a variety of meats, veggies, excersize(sp?), and Coca-Cola Classic. If you don't get enough of one of these essentials, your body isn't healthy. I'll admit, I'm probably not healthy due to my lack of veggies, but veggie-munchers are no more healthy. It is harder on the body to completely cut meat out of the scenario, and that is a FACT.

Then there's the ones that don't like how the animals are being treated. These fall into two sub-categories. There are those that just don't like the way the animals are treated, so they don't eat it. They're not trying to affect change, it just bothers them that the animals are treated so poorly. These people are sissies. But they're not that bad. I don't have a beef with them. HA! Get it?! BEEF! Man, I crack me up.

But there's a much darker side of this group, and that's the other sub-category. The ones that don't like the way the animals are treated SO MUCH that they become dirty dirty hippies. Hippies are like people, but they lack hygiene as a whole. And ha ha, there are some of you out there saying "You're one to talk, Nate", but they're worse than I am. Worse. It's disgusting. I've heard terrible terrible stories from friends. Used tampons strewn across a room belonging to one of the damn dirty hippies...Ugh. UGH.

These are your protestors. They want to bring down the meat industry entirely, because they are stupid hippies. They actually think that they can affect change. Of course, they can't. The only ones that listen to hippies are other hippies, or people that just pity the hippies, nobody really cares what they have to say. But they still seem to think that they can bring down the meat industry on their own. This is laughable at best. They do nothing but irritate people.

That is, until they stop smoking their pot and decide to get organized. Oh, I know it's hard to believe that hippies can become organized, but it's true. This website is evidence of such. I can't even begin to imagine how terrible their offices must smell, being that full of hippies, but yeah. PETA is a terrible, terrible organization. Whereas hippies should stick to their pot-smoking and irritating protesting, these fucktards go beyond that. They're firebombed numerous research labs and other institutions that work with animals, places that do animal testing and the like. They've even targetted labs in universities.

I've seen PETA members come into school and give talks to students. I saw one basically show the students how to build their own firebombs. They seem proud of the fact that many of them have been incarcerated for their crimes. The worst thing that could possibly happen is that some of these children actually look up to these people. Dirty dirty hippies are not people that should ever, under any circumstances, be looked up to. That's just how it is.

And did we know that PETA doesn't want to stop at animal testing? They want to free all animals. That includes pets. That includes your pets. They want all of the animals to be free, in the wild, and all that. Now, I don't know what these people know of things like the food chain, but they just don't seem to realize that as soon as they let these animals go, at least half of them are going to die. At least half. Domesticated animals simply can't survive in the wild. And what about all of the people that would be attacked by some of the more dangerous animals that PETA wants to set free?

AND

What they don't want you to know is that their main headquarters contains a very large freezer. A freezer of this magnitude could only be for one of two purposes. Meat, which PETA seems to be quite opposed to. Or cadavers. Corpses. Dead bodies.

Just what are they trying to hide, hm?

And you know what else I find interesting? At least one of the higher-ups has diabetes or some such disease, and is frequently taking insulin, or some such medicine. I forget the specifics exactly, but I know that whatever it was, it was discovered through animal testing. Thank you, Penn and Teller's Bullshit. My, my, that seems a little bit hypocrital, doesn't it?

Yep.

And that's only what I remember from the episode of Penn and Teller's Bullshit. If you can get that show, download it or otherwise, I highly suggest that you watch it. It'll clue you in on a few things.

But my engineering class is soon. So I must away, ere break of day, to claim our long-forgotten gold. Err...

Oh, wait, there's something else I meant to mention. A lot of these animals WOULD NOT EXIST if they weren't going to be killed. Many of these animals are actually bred to die. They are brought into existance to feed us. If you that think that your boycotting meat in general is going to save these animals, keep in mind that they are bred to die. They're going to die no matter what. If you don't eat them, it's just wasteful. BRED. TO. DIE.

Until next time,
Next time you see a protest at KFC, buy a big old bucket of chicken and offer them some. They need to lighten up.
~Kataron

Relationship down!

No, my relationship isn't really down, it's a Sims joke that Rick and I have been making all morning. Har har har.

So, my weekend was awesome. On a scale of one to ten, I'd rate it at about...Bananas.

What, not making any sense to you? Shut up, it's early Monday morning, I don't need to make sense to the likes of you.

But yeah. On the weekend, after the whole 'snotty' thing, we just kinda hung around and watched movies. The first night passed by relatively uneventfully. I kinda forget exactly how it went down. The next day, we decided to rent Corpse Bride and The Thumbsucker. I highly recommend either movie.

Though, Corpse Bride entered us into a long argument about the jerkitude of the Corpse Bride herself. Seth thought she was a jerk because she wouldn't let him leave, Scott and I tried to convince him that she wasn't a jerk, she was being naive. But yeah.

That debate entered us into many others, including hippies, good and evil, and even the nature of the universe itself.

It also reintroduced me to my old philosophy as life, like Dungeon Siege. Life's a video game, I'm the main character, and only those things in my perceptions are loaded. If I cannot detect something with any of my senses, it does not exist. When people fade from my senses, they cease to exist.

This has led me to question history as a whole. I mean, how do we even know any of it happened? We weren't there. We couldn't percieve it. How do we know that Lincoln really existed? Any historical evidence could have easily been doctored.

Yes, this is what I think about.

On another note, tomorrow's Valentine's Day. I've never really been fond of Valentine's, but then I've never really had a girlfriend during Valentine's Day, save for when I was dating Sarah, but she lived in England.

Valentine's Day seems to be just a holiday to make single people feel like shit. Good job. Couples get coupley, and single people eat a lot of chocolate to try to ease their pain. Sigh.

Oh, and I borrowed a whole bunch of games from Seth and Scott. :D

I'll be reviewing each extensively as I play them. Just noting. I was playing the Zelda Collection last night, which contains Zelda, Zelda 2, Zelda: Ocarina of Time, and Zelda: Majora's Mask.

Anyways, sorry for the short and jumpy post. I'm bored.

Until next time,
Can I take a degree in Cryptic Dentistry?
~Kataron

Hey man, got some crack?

The weirdest thing happened to us last night.

Hokay, so I'm over here at Seth's, chilling with Seth and Scott, and then they're all like "Let's go for a walk/run/jog/whatever!" and I was like no. Then I went anyway, following them while listening to Scott's neato MP3 player while they jumped off of things. Then as we reached a certain area, this guy approached us, and asked us if we had a...What did he say? Snotty? Snotti? Something like that. We assumed it was drugs, probably cocaine. Snot, nose, coke. Yeah.

So then we said no, because we didn't have any cocaine on us. Dang. Actually, I'm going to turn this into a dialogue.

Guy: You guys got a snotty?

Seth: No, sorry dude.

Guy: Why not?

Seth: I don't know.

Guy: Why are you wearing fucking shorts in the winter? (I should note that the lady he was with was wearing a tiny tiny skirt.)

Seth: We're going jogging.

Then he said something stupid and probably insulting...I forget which.

Seth: No worries, dude, I'm your friend.

Guy: You're not my fucking friend, I don't even know you. You're wearing shorts. Fucking shorts.

Seth: No, I'm not really your friend, I don't know you, I just don't want to fight.

Guy: Fight? Who said anything about a fight? You want to fight?

At this point, he started walking over and his ladyfriend grabbed him and tried to stop him. We were all 'relax', and then some other guy walked up, and he ranted on for a few minutes about this guy that wanted to fight him, while we went home.

We thought it was hilarious.

I love playing DDR in just my boxers.

Until next time,
Let's DDR!
~Kataron

The emperor is coming here?!

No, the emperor is not really coming to my blog. Unfortunately. But oh well, I'm here, and you're here, and that's what's important.

Anywho, I have a few points of discussion today. The first of which is Halo 2. Well, Halo 2 for PC.

I've heard a lot of people say that the PC is the only place to run first person shooter (FPS) games well. I can't say that I entirely disagree, but I've seen some decent FPS games for consoles as well, particularly Halo and Halo 2. But, a lot of fantastic FPS games are designed entirely for the PC, so they seem to be the big superpower for them. But that's besides the point, just a little tangent 'o mine.

Halo 2 for the PC is only going to run on the new Microsoft Operating System (OS), named 'Vista'. Well, ain't that a bitch. Not only has Vista not been released yet, but potential players are going to need to pimp out their systems in order to run anything. I don't know whether or not Vista is the same as Longhorn, what their new OS was codenamed last time I heard of it, but I heard that Longhorn was heavy on the resources, and otherwise usable system stuff. *groans loudly*. Microsoft is being uber-douchy about it, and forcing players to upgrade if they want to play the game. I say just use the console version, dudes.

Yeah. Also I wanted to complain again about hippies. I know I haven't done it in a while, and Leslie is in my second period philosophy class, which brought the matter to my attention again. Not only that, but she said that she read my blog once, and that the grammar was horrible, and she could not bear to read more. Pish posh, says I! Any poor grammar on my part is entirely intentional, and is meant to increase emphasis, or sound cool.

But anyways, I hate hippies. I hate people that protest, and just try to cause trouble. They just don't seem to realize that they're not making any difference to anybody. I mean, is there really any point in protesting? What, raising awareness? Do you really think that people are going to take a group of protesting hippies seriously? I mean, if I saw hippies protesting something, I'd probably just go do whatever they happen to be protesting against. Preferably in front of them. You know, protesters at KFC (fucking dolts), you go in and grab a big old tub of chicken, and eat it in front of them. Hell, offer some. If they do something stupid like try to prevent you from eating it, then you school their hippy asses. They're used to running and smoking weed, not fighting. It shouldn't be that hard.

Anyways, there was something else, I just don't remember what it is.

And again, I feel the need to complain about the library...It's so goddamn loud. People don't even tone down their voices in the least when they come in. It's just...argh. ARGH!

Hey, wanna know a neat trick when playing an RPG? Now, this only works with the ones in which you have all sorts of choices where you can go, dead ends such.

But it works, trust me.

Go the wrong way. Purposefully. If you think you might be going the right way, turn around. Keep an eye out for save points and things that look like they take you somewhere else. If you have a map, use it. Explore everywhere. This gets you more experience, more treasure, and more awesomeness. Seriously, next time you play a good RPG, go the wrong way. You might find something good.

EXAMPLE! In...That game. SNES. RPG. Fuck, I forget what it's called. The one with Ness. I'll remember it later, *shrug*. There's one point where you see a sign at a fork in a path in a dungeon, right after you start. Read the sign, says that most players go right when presented with a right/left choice. Go left. You'll find a place where you can boost your health and stuff, in the dungeon. Neat!

I also hate anybody that doesn't know how to work a computer. This is an essential skill, people. If you don't know how to work one, then don't try to work one. I just witnessed somebody in the library smacking the monitor in frustration, as if to wake it up, when it was in hibernate. Erg...

AND! I'm getting a whole bunch of shitty old games to play on the computer. *grins* I'll go more into that later.

For now, I'm off to surf the webcomic world.

Until next time,
Don't make me nerf you.
~Kataron

Moo

Here I am, first period, library.

Yes, I have internet access back at my house, but I'm still going to blog from here, because I have nothing better to do.

Oh yes.

So...Umm...Yeah. There's not all that much going on. I think today is report card day, but I really don't care. I failed math, I know that much. And I passed Writer's Craft with a decent mark. Huzzah for me!

That's really all I care about. Specifics matter little to me.

What does matter, however, is that I'm going to Cambridge this weekend to hang out with Seth and Scott, whom I have not seen in weeks.

Not since...

The Incident...

No, I have no idea what I'm talking about.

Anyways, this is just a short post, 'cause I'm checking out Urban Dead again.

Here's some food for thought 'til my next post: Maybe this world is another world's hell.

Discuss.

Until next time,
Why aren't you discussing?!
~Kataron

Test

Testing, 1, 2, 3, can anybody hear me?

Hola!

By installing a mighty ghost image onto this computer, I have vanquished the evil errors, and once again roam the internet in freedom. With somebody else's machine, until I can get my own again. Yeah.

Oh well, it works for now. I'm glad to be back...So glad...

Anyways, this is just a test post, to ensure my capabilities of internetness. Expect more posts now, kiddies, and expect them longer and better. I'd do a bit of work on that story chapter I wrote today, but I'm too tired to bother with that right now.

So...

Until next time,
Test...Icles.
~Kataron

Kataron - Chapter Six

Kataron took the artifact and gently placed it into a pouch on his robes. The next challenge was presenting itself. He would need to get to the shifting lands, find the particular ruin that would be opened by this key, loot whatever treasure was inside while defeating whatever tricks and traps lay within, and manage to return. Yes, this wouldn't be easy at all.

Kataron decided to spend one more night at the tavern, again placing magic runes around all of the doors and windows to prevent his old friend Edward from visiting him in the night again. In the morning, he would set out, be on his way to the shifting lands. He hadn't been there in months, not that any prior knowledge of the area would help him navigate it. Last time he had been there, it had been a lush forest. This time it might be an ocean. Only time would tell.

He awoke completely refreshed and, after checking his runes, concluded that he had had no visitors in the night. He then went downstairs, and inquired the barkeep about whether or not any caravans were in the area. The barkeep nodded and told him that there was a caravan that passed through a few times a week, and was currently unloading some supplies to keep the tavern running. Kataron thanked the man and went out to talk to the caravan master.

He turned out to be a large, jovial man who was more than happy to take Kataron with him, provided that Kataron help him now to remove the heavy supplies from the back of his wagon. With Kataron's magic, the task was done within a few minutes, and the caravan was on its way towards a series of small towns, the second of which bordered the changing lands.

Having had a full nights sleep the evening prior, Kataron was quite alert for the entirety of the ride. The scenery was boring, but it gave Kataron more chance to research his spellbook more, and have his spells completely ready for use against whatever challenges the changing lands threw at him.

The caravan passed through the first city uneventfully, while Kataron's boredom grew with each turning of the wagon's wheels. Until it stopped suddenly, jostling him to his senses and almost causing him to fall out of the back of the wagon. The horses cried out in fear, and the wagon moved back slightly. Kataron jumped out and walked nonchalantly towards the front of the wagon.

A dozen bandits stood before the caravan, half armed with crossbows, the others with swords, axes, and other assorted sharp objects. Kataron was not close enough to hear what they were saying, but they seemed to be threatening to caravan master into giving them all of supplies held within. Kataron felt obligated to assist the man, not only due to the fact that he had been nice enough to provide him with a ride, but also because if he didn't, the caravan would have to go back and acquire more supplies, prolonging his journey to the changing lands.

A large bandit with a hefty double-bladed axe was in the front of the pack, barking orders, so Kataron assumed that he was the leader. He pondered for a moment whether or not to unleash the full might of the Black Knight on them, but decided that it would be a little too harsh for mere bandits. The Knight would have to remain trapped within his orb for now.

Before coming into full view of the bandits, Kataron prepared a few spells to use immediately, something to take care of the archers. Taking a deep breath, he took a step in front of the group. The bandit leader immediately turned his attention towards the newcomer.

"Oi, and who do you think you are? Can't you see we're conducting a business transaction here? Now leave, or I'll be forced to have my men kill you," the bandit leader stated, in a matter-of-fact tone. Kataron hated bandits that thought of themselves as 'businessmen'.

Kataron spoke a few low words of magic, and a large whirlwind of fire appeared behind the bandits, heading towards the archers, who happened to be in the back of the group. Engulfed in flame, the archers began running around in circles, hoping that it would put the fire out. 'Stop, drop, and roll' wasn't big among bandits. Unfortunately, one of the archers had gone unscathed, and fired a bolt at Kataron, who just narrowly dodged to one side.

Pulling his staff from beneath his robes, he aimed it at the archer and said a few words, and a blast of magical energy shot out of it, sending the archer flying back into the trees.

~~~end~~~

Yeah, I'm starting to run out of time, so I think I'm going to head off now. If I can get on-line tonight, I'll continue working on this, if not, expect me to finish it tomorrow. I also need to edit this post, as it was a little rushed, but that's okay. All good work needs to be edited. Feel free to go back into my archives and find my other chapters, I've quite enjoyed them so far. Especially my gruff portrayal of a Dwarf in chapter five.

Ciao, bitches.

BACK!

As luck would have it, I was called down to guidance today during my second period class. Always a risk when you don't go to the classes you want to drop, 'cause they may or may not call you down during these periods. I lacked my timetable, but apparently I didn't need one! I guess I've spoken with the guidance lady enough, as well as Mr. Tubbs, the big kahuna of the guidance office, to have them know me. Huzzah! I have in my hot little hands (metaphorically, mind you, 'tis in my pocket) the drop sheet for both my history class as well as my geometry class. It's still up in the air as to whether or not I'm going to pick up Calculus again, because apparently I can get into Mohawk College for Programming without it. I checked it out today, in a book about Mohawk that they had in guidance.

And huzzah, I have just obtained my philosophy textbook! I kinda forgot my student card on the first day, so I was unable to get it. Good that I have that, as the homework is in the textbook. Phew!

Yeah...

*goes to catch up on some stuff on the board*

All righty, caught up.

Anyways, I wanted to continue some fantasy stuff on my blog, because...Well, I have too much free time. Let's see if I can find my other Kataron posts...

Ah, here we are. I'm going to make a new post to house this, but you can find my most recent chapter aside from this one...HERE!

Until next time,
Which is but moments from now,
~Kataron

Ahead By A Century

Hey hey, kiddies and sportsfans.

Kataron here.

'tis first period again, and I'm not in History. I'm dropping the course, but they still technically require you to be there until the droppage is complete. Normally I would comply with such regulations, but I have forgotten my timetable the past two days in a row, an essential piece of the timetable change. Ah well, what's the worst they can do? Slap me with a few detentions? Boo hoo.

Anyways, I have some other stuff to talk about.

I know a couple posts back, I talked about things that I was going to talk to you guys about, but then I didn't. Yep.

The first one, the Team Lightning Magnificient Webcomic.

As you may or may not know, depending on how long you readers have hung around with me, I used to have a second period spare, second-semester last year. I originally had English until I grew to despise my teacher and eventually drop it.

Before that, I began skipping my classes, and found that Ryan Pink and his Asian companion also had a spare that period, and we hung out whenever I skipped. Their routine never changed, the only times I saw them not in the caf during that period were during fire drills and when we went on one of two outings to Food Basics and beyond.

We called ourselves Team Lightning Magnificient, and gave each other nicknames that were also sexual innuendos, because we are teenage males. Yep. We are. Just in case you guys were curious.

TLM members went as follows....And as a note, I copied this from Ryan's blog.


The Big Snake (a.k.a. Rion): With the power of foolish speech, coupled with unmatched use of innuendos.

Man Hammer (a.k.a. Jared; a.k.a. Teh G-spot): The techie of the crew, he creates the nifty gadgets.

Hung Far Lo (a.k.a. Dave): The master Robot dancer and uber-gamer. The know-all of Piracy.

Dick Van Dyke (a.k.a. Wyatt): L33t haxor and 8-bit Martial Arts extraordinaire.

& Nate (a.k.a. ...no, just Nate): Fast-talking, smooth-walking, horniest member of the crew.

Yeah. I have no nickname.

Anyways, we decided, WHY THE HELL AREN'T WE A WEBCOMIC?! And thus a plan fell into motion to solve this abomination. We would make our own. Ryan as the artist, using computerness to craft our beings, and flash to make them move into different poses. I think...Jared and I would write, with the help of anybody that wanted to. Wyatt and Dave, I really don't know. Oh, Dave is the Asian companion mentioned earlier, as a note. The Hung Far Lo should have been a dead giveaway, but I know that some people these days are pretty stupid. I called him Asian Dave, as I never learned his last name.

Anyways, this has been in the works since last year, but Jared and I hadn't written up any scripts, and had no pressure by any other members to do so. So I continued about my foolish ways, and Jared continued about his even more foolish, far less attractive ways. Yeah.

Anyways, it struck us recently that we want to make this happen again.

Jared helped me write up a first comic. And part of a second. Then I finished the second, and wrote about eight more. Booyah. So we have around ten comics now, though one is incomplete because I forgot what superpowers we decided that we would have. Ryan, if you could remind me or help me make up new ones, it would be greatly appreciated.

Yeah. So I think I'm going to be adding a section to my forum and do comic stuff on there. Unfortunately, I have had very little time for forum business while my computer is out of commission, and I only get on the laptop in the morning to check my email and a few webcomics. It has been quite irritating.

And among other things, I know I've said grand things about promoting this blog, even making t-shirts, but I'm so very lazy, I haven't been able to do so yet. But I will, at some point. I have no intention of ceasing my blog activities any time soon. Yes, I'm here to stay. Because why the hell not?

It'll get easier once I have a working computer with more access around my house, though. Then I'll try to get back into the nightly post routine. Until then, as long as I'm not attending my classes, I should have time. Until I actually drop them, that is.

My other classes are still fine. I likes 'em.

Oh, we were discussing topics for our big ole project for engineering, and we're supposed to pick influential technology, and discuss how they influence people as a whole. I have elected to go about the HDDVD and Blu-Ray Disc debate, try to find out as much as I can about them. For those of you that don't know, Blu-Ray is going to be the format on the new PS3's when they're finally introduced. HDDVD I don't know so much about, but I assume it's a DVD of some sort. Yep. It should be interesting to research. For me, anyway. The Blu-Ray discs actually cost somewhat more to make, but they seem to be able to hold more. A bunch more. But the disc players to be built into the PS3's are going to make them a lot more expensive. Oh well.

...

Whoa, there's an article in the Globe and Mail that makes reference to Tycho, of Penny Arcade. Good job, Tycho!

I'll sum it up for you.

It seems that out there in the big bad world, companies exist to post in forums. No sense it make? Wait for it. It'll clear up.

These people go on forums and build up reputations. They stick around for months, just so you'll know them as respected members of the forum community. Their job? To push products on you, to give fantastic reviews of video games that they're being paid to make, in an effective effort to try to raise sales of their product. Sneaky? Underhanded? Hell yes! Effective, also yes. Imagine you've been chatting with somebody on a forum for six months. You know him, he knows you, you're cool. Then he says that a game is really good. Not just really good. Absolutely FANTASTIC. Why doubt him? It's not like he has an alterior motive...He's been around for months, right?

Oh, how clever people have become at deception these days.

PA showed us about it in this comic.

And with that, I think I about wrap things up. There's a good chance I'll be back later, during geometry, and I'll give you another post. Maybe just some fantasy writing, I haven't written anything good since...Well, since my math exam. Damn math exam. I was gonna fail anyway, so why not write a story?

[Edit: Oh, and as a note, Kristyn, I found your blog last time through a fluke that you corrected after I commented about it. And I can't for the life of me remember the url. If you don't mind, please send a link to phate222@hotmail.com. Hopefully it won't end up in my junk mail this time. Thanks :)]

Until next time,
Kat out.
~Kataron

Dangerous Waters

Hey hey.

I've meant to post more recently than this since my last post, but I haven't had a chance. My dad has decided to ban us from using the laptop, our only instrument of obtaining connectivity. To the internet. Yes.

So I'm here in the library, period after lunch. Technically, I have a class, but I lack the prerequisite to take the course. So I'm moving it. Yeah. It seems to work.

I also didn't attend my first period today, I'm just gonna drop that one. It's too early in the morning to listen to Mr. Hunt's monotone voice. Don't get me wrong, I like him, he's a cool teacher, but I'd rather have him in the afternoon when I can really handle him. Yeah.

So anyways, my courses are history, philosophy, geometry, and engineering. I'm dropping history and probably swapping geometry for another calculus, but yeah. I'm quite enjoying my philosophy class so far, I didn't really expect it to be this interesting. And my engineering class, it's impossible for me not to have a blast there. I'm with all of my nerd friends. Well, all of my nerd friends that attend Ross. Except Justin. *tear* I miss him. I miss him so.

But, being that I'm taking philosophy, this blog is probably going to get a little more philosophical. It's fun to discuss, you must admit, though the Socratic Method gets us nothing but headaches.

But here's a philosophical question for ya...

Take a boat. No, don't actually take one. That'd be stealing, and they'd track it back here, and then BAM! Lawsuits everywhere. Just imagine a boat. An old one. A very old one. I'm talking completely wood, not one of the newer 'look-at-me-I'm-made-of-metal' boats. 'kay? It sits around so long that the wood starts to rot. All of it. Even the mast.

Oh noes!

The owner doesn't want to see their precious boat die like that. So they fix it. They replace each plank of wood, over time, with a new plank. They even pop in a new mast. They've replaced all of the wood with new wood.

Here's the question...

Is it still the same boat?

I'd hesitate to give you my answer, thinking that it might bias your opinions, but I realize that you're going to read the answers of others in comments anyway (unless you're the first, lucky you!), so I'm just going to go ahead and say yes, 'tis the same boat still.

Here's my reasoning. It's the same design of the boat, that part hasn't changed. And it was gradual, over time, right? So as they add a new plank of wood, I believe that that plank of wood becomes part of the old boat, while the old plank becomes garbage. So as they slowly replace it, each new plank becomes part of the boat, so it's still the same boat in the end when it's all spiffy.

There's my reasoning.

And now for something completely different!

Did you know that Thomas Edison didn't invent the light bulb?

Did you know that Isaac Newton didn't come up with the law of gravity?

Did you know that pythagorous(sp?) didn't come up with that theory named after him that I'm not going to try to spell for fear of butchering it?!

It's true!

The first two stole their inventions from french guys. From the freakin' french. How pathetic is that? I'll answer that one, it's pretty goddamn pathetic. But the french did it first. They made the light bulb. Edison was just the first to show it around there. That day in the paper, he invited everybody to his house to come and see his new invention, but deeper in the paper, for legal reasons, it was stated that the invention was not actually made by him. Madness!

This comes from Mr. Goguen, the teacher who teaches the class that I'm not in right now. He's a good teacher, and I sorely wish I had paid a little more attention in math last semester, that I might be able to hear other tidbits of wisdom from him. He told us that he discovered this when he was younger, when he was doing a research project on him.

But yeah. He also informed us of the other two. Tsk, tsk.

And yet everybody teaches children that they were, in fact, the inventors, when I have clearly told you that they are not! Madness, I say.

But hey, maybe I'm wrong.

That's what bugs me about history, how do we know it actually happened? How do we know that historical documents aren't just fiction? It could be true. We have no idea, no idea at all.

Speaking of government coverups...

Ever hear about the N Machine? No, I severly doubt that you have.

Created around 1978 (oh yeah. Back then. And yet you don't know about it? How ODD.), this machine supposedly creates five times more energy than it uses. Yes, I know! It's madness! MADNESS!

If this is true, if this works, we're talking about free energy, people. But unfortunately, the US Patent office automatically denies patents to any machine whose creator claims that it produces more energy than it uses.

AND the American Department of Defence puts gag orders on anybody that tries to make one, threatening up to ten years in prison. Now, isn't that weird?

Because!

The American Government relies heavily, heavily, heavily on oil, gas, and coal, as well as nuclear power, and it's a very profitable market. To take that away might even cripple some governments. Potentially the AMERICAN government.

It's all falling into place now, isn't it?

But hey, I could be wrong. I could be. It's possible. SO! To test, we're going to build one. In school. We're going to start a club, headed by Mitch, who told us of this amazing machine. Together, we're going to see if we can create our own nmachine. Conclusive proof, powering it with a single AA battery, and fully recharging TWO spent AA batteries. So, if we can do that, I think we'll have proven FREE ENERGY.

Stay tuned for more on that, as we push this club into existance.

Oh, and the machine itself is called a 'homopolor generator'. Mitch wants to give the club a really weird name, like the homopo club or something. Something that would stick with listeners. And the announcements we could make!

"Hey. Did you know that Newton's third law is false? Come to room 306 at lunch to find out why."

Things like that. Because to build this, we're going to need our nerds for research and trying to get shit working, techies to do metalwork and other needed things, and our physics geeks to explain everything to us as we go along. Yep, it should work pretty damn good.

For more information, check this nice little website out.

Anywho, I think that about wraps up my inane rantings for today. Remember to comment on the philosophical question, and expect more of them as my course progresses.

Until next time,
Stay frosty,
~Kataron

Update

Okay, okay, I'm updating. Geez, people. I've had a busy week.

/bluff

It's been...Over a week. So, what's happened since then?

Well, Cake-Fest was a glorious success. Really, it was awesome. We didn't go cake-less a single day until the last day. But that was okay, because we had four large pizzas. Glorious, glorious Dynomite Pizza.

But yeah.

On one of the days (I forget which), we went to the mall. Rick had money and gift cards, and we had free time, so it just sort of seemed to fit. He ended up purchasing around seven books from Chapters, courtesy of some gift cards he got for Christmas and had been unable to use until then, and three new computer games.

Black and White 2.

Neverwinter Nights. Plus every expansion for it. About five or six in total.

And Champions: Return to Arms. Which, now that I think on it, is not a computer game after all, but a PS2 game, but I'm far too lazy to back and backspace 'computer'. Though it would have been less effort than writing this explanatory paragraph, shut up shut up shut up.

I witnessed Black and White 2 immediately, and it was fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. I have yet to play it, or the first one for that matter, but it looks pretty damn neat.

Neverwinter Nights, all I did was make my character, but even that was cool. It runs on a completely Dungeons and Dragons engine. Neat! I made a Paladin. He's cool. Cooler than you, probably. Yeah. Do YOU have a sword? His name is Kataron. I also needed to select a God. There weren't options, though, so you got to type in your own God, whatever you wanted it to be. Mine: Rion of Fire. Yeah. I thought it was neat.

Anyways, the Champions game was also awesome. It's the sequel to Champions of Norrath, a great PS2 RPG. I played through the old one a while back, quite enjoyable. This game features two new character classes, and an entirely new story-line. My favourite class it the Berserker, a big cat-person that specializes in throwing axes, and even got a skill to summon them. Yeah!

I'll probably rant on that more later, when I've beaten it. Gotta steal it from Rick again somehow.

But yeah.

The other day, Eric and I decided to go over to Rick's. Then we just didn't leave. We stayed the night, and played hours upon hours of The Sims 2. We played AT LEAST fifteen hours, probably more. And man, it was fun. We did what we always do, and made characters of ourselves, a Rick, an Eric, and a Nate. Rick was a popularity aspiration, who wanted lots of friends. Eric was family, he wanted to get married and pop out some young'uns. I was romance, I just wanted to have lots of sex. Rick and Eric failed miserably. Rick was friends with just Eric and I, and one creepy female black sim who wouldn't leave him alone. Eric has a perfect relationship with a female sim, but hasn't even FLIRTED yet. As soon as he does, bam, love, but until then...He's failing as a family sim. Me? I got lots of loving. Lots of it. I was the one that kept the family friends up, so the others could get promoted and keep their jobs going. You need lots of friends for that. I didn't get a job, but I did bang at least have a dozen attractive lady-sims.

Good times were had by all.

But perhaps the best was when we discovered that we could jam like fierce. I stick by my language. It was only when a strange young girl showed up randomly in our house and began to play our piano that we realized that we could join in. I started in on the drums, and Eric picked up the...Bass? Or was it the guitar? I forget. But it rocked. It rocked HARD. Yeah! Those were the four instruments we had, the only four you can buy, piano, drum, bass, and guitar. We owned them all, and I got damn good at playing them. Maxed out my creativity skill, the one needed for musical talent. Ohhhh yeah.

Anyways, it was a lot of fun. We only finished when we left to go to the youth group.

But...Yeah. I'm going to a Star Wars marathon at Eric's tonight, so I should probably head off. I left my lady-friend sitting upstairs playing Harvest Moon for the GameCube while I made this post, because so many people have complained. Even anonymous complained. Geez.

In my next post, I'll cover the following:

-Team Lightning Magnificient: The Webcomic!
-The girl at my youth group.
-And some other stuff.

THERE! I'VE UPDATED! Go die!

Until next time,
Ohhhhhhhh, I rule!
~Kataron