Blue Lightning

Hey.

Dammit, I had almost finished writing this post when the power failed. The whole post, a good twenty minutes of ranting, gone.

So we'll just cover the basics.

First, I'm no longer allowed to use the computers at school except for during engineering. I was told that it was because I used it for non-school activities, but that's bullshit. It's because of the blog. I've seen people use MSN, play games, watch movies, and I've heard first-hand accounts of people looking at porn on the school computers. So to change this simply because I happen to have a first period spare and enjoy spending it on-line is bullshit.

The worst thing was that I was not warned. Nobody said that if you continue this, you're going to not be able to use the computers. Nobody said anything. Nobody even told me that I would not be able to log on. I tried to get on so that I could finish my philosophy essay, and that's when I discovered that I couldn't sign in. Thanks for the heads up, administration...

And as if that wasn't bad enough, I went to fume quietly in the stairwell, and Mr. Coffey walked by. What might be called a discussion by the uninformed ensued, in which I was threatened with suspension and told to vacate the stairwell. I tried to learn exactly why I was not allowed to stay there, and I still don't fucking know. They won't tell me anything aside from "you have to be in the cafeteria of the library during classes". That means fucking nothing to me. I want to know why, goddamn it. I want to know why exactly you don't want me in the stairwell. I don't want to hear where you think I should be, I want to be told why I can't be there. And nobody has done that, even when I've tried to respectfully ask. I tried to open a calm, respectful discussion about it with Mr. Coffey, but what I was told was neither calm not respectful. I was simply threatened with suspension, and told that I'd been informed why I can't be there, and that it didn't matter whether or not I accepted it. Telling me where I should be does NOT tell me why I can't be there. It doesn't tell me that at all, so I don't see how they could say that I'm simply not accepting the answer. Because I can't accept what I have not been given.

The principal won a temporary victory, though. I will do my best not to get suspended tomorrow, so that I may attend the Wonderland trip on Friday. So I'll avoid the stairwell tomorrow during classes, try not to piss people off, and be gone the next day. Then the weekend, and we'll see what happens when I get back.

Anyways, after being kicked out once more by Mr. Coffey, I went to see Ms. Norlan about the computer thing. She was surprisingly respectful when she learned that I had a philosophy essay that I needed to finish. She fixed it so that I would be able to log on for the rest of the day, but tomorrow I'm back to only being on during engineering. Whee. But Ms. Norlan was nice about letting me back on to get my essay done. For that, Ms. Norlan, I thank you. But don't think that just because you let me on to finish my essay means that I'll forget about the complete lack of warning or even notification.

That is just plain disrespectful.

And need I remind everybody, once more, about the school motto? About how respect works both ways? I've done my goddamn best to be respectful to the administration, and I've received very little in return. I'm tired of it.

*mumbles and grumbles*

That's it for now. No power outages this time, so I think I'm good...I'll be back tomorrow. But not from the library.

Until next time,
One more month, and I'm done. I only need to deal with one more month of this bullshit.
~Kataron

Uplink

Howdy.

Okay, first to Greg, who is disappointed that I didn't take his long commentary for the essay, but...Well, I wanted to write what I had been researching the whole time, and I needed to keep it within a certain amount of words. Taking the stuff you said would push it far over the limit, and we can't have that, can we? And no, I still haven't read it. I will, I've just been lazy. And busy. And tired. So...Yeah. I'll get around to that in the near future.

Anyways, a couple other things I wanted to discuss.

I just went to the relatively new buffet place in Guelph, called King's Buffet, and it was fantastic. The food was good, the company was good (Jared and Kate), and the waitress was awesome. When we first arrived, she commented that somebody in our group smelled good, and was exceedingly pleasant to us for the rest of our stay. Moreso than I've ever seen any waitress be. And at the end when we were leaving, she gave me a free Coke, which was awesome because Kate wouldn't buy me any and I had no money. I'd highly recommend the place for anybody that hungers for Chinese food.

Very good.

And also I'd like to comment on the stairs issue again. We were kicked out first period rather quickly, and I complied since I didn't feel like getting any detentions that would stop me from playing in the Halo 2 tournament. The rest of the period in the caf reaffirmed my hatred of the room, from the fact that we had some fucking morons yelling from across the caf, and it was quite unpleasant. We were also approached by Ms. Norlan and told to vacate the stairwell again. I brought up the issue of the pointlessness of the rule during classes, and she didn't present one good argument for it. Basically said that rules are rules and that she couldn't have multiple sets of rules for good kids and for bad kids.

The hell? I don't think the rules should have anything to do with good or bad kids, but I think it should be about proximity to classes. And until I get a valid complaint from a teacher about my presence there, I'm not going to stop going there. It is, without a doubt, the best location in the school. Even with Matt playing his guitar in there, we've never had a single complaint, we've never disturbed a single class. I see people sitting in the halls quite frequently, sometimes being rather loud right outside classes, and they don't often get kicked out. It's illogical to tell us to vacate the stairwell when we're not bothering anybody.

And from this point, I am going to fight it. I am going to challenge it whenever I can. Because until somebody can explain to me the reasoning behind this rule and why it should be followed in this instance, I see no point in obeying it.

Because the rule does not make sense. And when a rule does not make sense, the logical course of action is to change the rule, or simply not comply with the rule. And that's the plan. Non-compliance.

I understand the need for the rule in most circumstances. They don't want students in the halls making noise and disturbing classes. But we don't disturb any goddamn classes. We're between sets of doors, with no nearby classrooms to disturb. It's basically an empty section of the hallway. And why should we be kicked out of there? So we can go to the library, the caf, or outside?

Fuck the library, you can't eat or drink in there. It's air-conditioned and otherwise rather pleasant, but Nate needs his Coke.

Fuck the caf, there's no way in hell that I'm going to put up with those morons every day. There's just no way. I need some peace and goddamn quiet. Which, by the way, also cannot be found in the library.

And fuck outside. It's too goddamn hot.

Take away those three unpleasant suggestions, and I'm left with the stairwell. And really, when I sit in the stairwell, it affects nobody. I get to be in a nice quiet place that I can use to either write in my notebook, or hang out with my friends. Hang out, and bother nobody. If we received a single complaint that was based in logic and not just a random rule for the sake of rules, then we would leave. We've left other locations because we disturbed classes, and so we apologized and never went back. Because we're not jackasses. We're polite, we're respectful.

We don't want to remain in the stairwell to be difficult or to cause problems, we want to remain in there because it's a nice place to be, and it does not bother anybody. Anybody except the administration, it seems, and their arguments...well, aren't really arguments at all.

And with that, I'm going to bed.

Until next time,
God dammit, I don't care what you say. FTP stands for "File Transfer Protocol".
~Kataron

Funky Bookas

Howdy, kids.

Kataron's back after a long weekend of not doing much. I've decided to hand in my philosophy essay tomorrow. I take a 2% dock in marks, but it would be worth it to take the time and have it peer editted, as well as going back and finishing a few things that need to be done for it. So I shall take an extra day and get that all done.

Yeah.

So, this year's prom was on Friday, as well as the famous after-party. I didn't attend this year's prom mostly because I could not afford it. I'm sure I would have had a blast with all my nerd brothers.

And...BLAST! There's a class that's going to be using all of the computers again today...Looks like Nate's got to find something else to do.

Until next time,
Katablog: Kickin' it Nate style.
~Kataron

Tororian Love Song

Hey hey. Nate back.

Well, this weekend is the weekend that I have to work on my philosophy essay. So I figured, hey. Essay. I could put that shit up on my blog.

So I will.

The essay is on the same topic as the seminar was, the philosophy of God.

So without further ado..

*ahem*

This essay is going to discuss the subject of God. Dictionaries state that God is "A being conceived as the perfect, omnipotent, omniscient originator and ruler of the universe, the principal object of faith and worship in monotheistic religions". Basically, God is the creator of the universe, the reason that humanity exists, and the guiding force behind the world today. That is, if He exists. This essay will discuss arguments for and against the worship of God. Frankly, there is no answer, but it shall be discussed anyway to see just how close mankind has come to finding the truth.

First of all, this essay shall discuss the Bible as proof of the existence of God. This is a source that many Christians turn to immediately when their faith is questioned. The Bible, though, is not proof of God. Simply because the Bible does not try to prove God. The Bible assumes God in the same manner that a book discussing pies would not begin with a chapter on proving the existence of pies. The book on pies would simply assume the existence of pies, and continue on from there. In the same sense, the Bible assumes God, and does not attempt to prove the existence.

Secondly, Pascal's Wager should be discussed. Pascal was a famous mathematician that coined an interesting wager. He said that there either is a God or there is not. So either people believe in God, or they do not. If a person believes in God, and there is a God, then they are rewarded in heaven. If the same person believes in God and is wrong, then they have sacrificed a few illicit pleasures in life, but have lived a generally good life. On the other hand, a person may choose not to believe in God. If this person is right, then when he or she dies, it is over, and they have gained over their lifetime the illicit pleasures that were denied the religious man. But should the man be wrong when not believing in God, then the man goes to hell, and suffers for eternity. Pascal wagered that it was better to live a life with God and be given the chance to go to heaven. He believed that this was the only logical solution. The logical counter-argument would be that conversion for the sake of avoiding hell would not be true conversion. Faith for the sake of protection is not real faith.

The first of the real proofs dealed within this essay is the Ontological argument. This argument simply states that the nature of God implies perfection. If God did not exist, God would not be perfect. And since God is, by definition, perfect, He must exist. This argument was concieved by St. Alselm, a Benedictine Monk, and the Archbishop of Canterbury. He said that God was "that than which no greater can be conceived". The greatest that anybody could conceive of was God. If somebody conceived of something greater, then that would be God. This argument was simplified in Gaunilo's Perfect Island. This perfect island is the greatest island that can be conceived of. Any island that did not exist could not be the perfect island. Therefore, a perfect island must exist somewhere. The major opposition to this argument actually came from a fellow monk of Anselm. He stated that this perfect argument could be used to argue the perfect anything. The perfect pie, the perfect pilot, the perfect song. Since there cannot be a perfect everything, the argument becomes flawed.

Another argument is the Cosmological argument. This argument, stated simply, is that nothing can be without cause. Everything that exists in this world exists because it has been caused. A pencil exists because it has been built, a computer exists because it has been built, and so on. So therefore there must be an explanation as to how the universe came into existance, and how life and all things natural came into existance. It is argued that this could only be God. The obvious counter-argument, of course, is the question: Does God have a cause? The short answer being no. Some philosophers have argued that God is timeless, and that only those creations which were created in the span of time must have a cause. By that argument, God is exempt from the argument. This argument falls short rather quickly when put to the test.

The third argument is the Teleological argument, and is probably the strongest argument. This argument states that the world is so complicated that it could not be the result of simple chance. It argues that the complexity of the world suggests that it was designed and created. And the creator, by definition, would be God. William Paley put it best when he likened the world to a watch. The watch, with its numerous parts working together to tell the time in such a precise method. It was suggested that if one found a watch sitting in a field, nobody would question the existance of the watchmaker. It would be ridiculous to assume that the watch simply happened out of chance. It is argued that this is similar to humanity in the sense that we could not possibly be the result of mere chance. The human brain, the eye, all of these incredibly complex things that we are only beginning to grasp, it is suggested that it is so complex because it was designed. A major opposition to this argument was David Hume, who argued that even if the complexity of the world does suggest that it was designed, it does not suggest that it was designed by a single entity, or even a "good" entity. It could have been created by a group of people, or even an incompetant creator, which would account for the evil in the world. It was also argued that it is far from impossible for the universe to have become this way out of chance. It may have been an incredibly slim chance, but there was always a chance for things to have turned out this way. There was also a chance for things to turn out much worse, but also much better. But this has only covered proofs for God up to this point, perhaps it is time to cover arguments against.

The first major argument against the existence of some sort of God is the existence of evil in this world. God is said to be an omnipotent, omniscient, all-loving creator, the father of all humanity. Why, then, would such a being allow such terrible tragedies to befall his children? Wars that have spanned the globe and killed millions. Humans killing other Humans, sometimes in massive genocides that slaughter whole races. Diseases that spread like wildfire and infect people, killing them or leaving them weak and crippled. Why does not God simply end this, and allow us to be happy? Most parents do their best to protect their children from pain and suffering, and if God is truly omnipotent, he could stop all of the suffering of the world. This is the main argument against the existence of a God. Many Christians would state that many of the terrible things happening to the world would be the work of the Devil, or Satan. But that does not excuse the argument that God could simply make it all go away, with his omnipotence. So why does he not do this? It is also argued that for there to be good in the world, there must be evil. For light to exist, there must be dark. This is the most popular argumet against God, but there are many others.

The problem with divine omnipotence, for one. This entire idea ends in contradiction, for nothing can be truly omnipotent. There are limits on everything. Even if there did exist some sort of diving being, it could not possibly be omnipotent. This is usually phrased in a question like "Could God create a rock so heavy that not even he could lift it?". Either God can indeed create such a rock, or He could not. If He could and did, then it would contradict his omnipotence because he has created something that not even he could do. If he was omnipotent, he could create such a rock. If He could not create such a rock, then his omnipotence is already disproven, simply because he could not accomplish the task. In this way, the theory of omniotence is flawed and contradicts itself. And since this is one of the majorly believed attributes for God, it seems to suggest that such a being does not exist.

Another problem with God is divine justice. It is said that God is all-forgiving, and that he forgives anyone of their sins if they so desire. But the idea of an all-forgiving diety seems to clash with some of the more gruesome tales from the Bible. Such as when a group of people mocked one of God's prohets. According to the Bible, they were attacked and killed by bears, sent by God. Surely an forgiving God would not have his children mauled to death by bears whild murderers and rapists run free? Also, the idea of hell seems to be a contradiction to the idea of a forgiving God. What sin could a single mortal person accomplish in their meager lifetime that would deserve the eternal torment of hell? This is just one of the many arguments against God.

Some even argue for agnosticism, the theological middle ground that believes that no answer can be achieved in either way. It is argued that nobody can possibly be certain of whether or not any sort of God exists. That is where faith comes in with those that believe, and skepticism with those that do not. Agnostics sit on the proverbial fence when it comes to the idea of a higher power. But alas, there exist few arguments for agnosticism, aside from the obvious argument that we can be sure of nothing.

No true conclusions can ever be drawn from this subject. Not until death is reached, that is. That seems to be when all of the questions asked about God will be answered. But unfortunately, nobody can return from such a state to endow the rest of the world with their knowledge. We may never reach an answer when it comes to the existence of God, but knowing the arguments for and against will always help people to come to terms with their own personal beliefs on the subject.

END!

That about covers it for now...

So let's move onto other things.

On thursday night, I went on an undertaking. I got in a car with Owen, Jared, Wyatt, and Mitch, and we drove to Mississauga to see the 12:01 X-Men 3 premiere. You may think us mad, but it was the closest place doing a midnight showing, and we were hungry for the movie. The ride itself was fun, listening to disco and funk, and talking with the nerds.

The theatre was massive, and we arrived an hour ahead of the showing. Wyatt and I played some DDR, or at least it was similar to DDR...We forgot the name, and instead dubbed it "Dance Groove 9". It was trippy as hell. We got sweaty, and then watched the movie.

Which was FANTASTIC, by the way. I won't spoil any of it, but man, it was simply amazing.

And then today, I went to see it again. This time with Dave, Eric, and Rick. I wasn't planning it, but then Dave asked me out of the blue if I wanted to see it. Though I should have been working on this essay, I was already about half-done and in the mood for a break. So we went and enjoyed ourselves immensely.

And let me just say now...Mystique is smoking-hot. Even in the blue, I can't help but find her so goddamn attractive. In fact, I don't understand how anybody could even let themselves be deterred by the blue! Am I the only one that's even fantasized about tapping a blue chick?

And Rogue was much hotter than Kittie. I mean, her name was freakin' Kittie Pryde for god's sake! What kind of name is that?!

I rest my case.

And with that, I think I'm going to go to Rick's for a while.

Until next time,
I'm the Juggernaut, bitch!
~Kataron

A Notice

Hey hey. I meant to post earlier, but I couldn't use the computers in the library because some other class was in there or something. Using all the computers. Ah well. So I went to the stairwell, and hung out there for a while.

And there I was, listening to some Cowboy Bebop jazz and writing in my notebook, and Mr. Coffey walked by. He saw me, and stopped in midstride to inform me to leave. Again. I questioned him on it, politely asking him why it was that I was unable to be there, but he simply said that he we were not going to discuss it or argue. I got up and left, as I always do, and wandered the school for a while.

And let me state again that this rule does not make sense. It says that when you don't have a class, you have to be in either the library or the cafeteria. Neither of these are acceptable to me. The caf, firstly, is filled with morons talking loudly. It's just...It's not a pleasant place to be, all alone, working on stuff. But then the library, you can neither eat nor drink. Both of which I'm quite fond of.

The Stairwell, on the other hand, gives me the peace and quiet I wish, along with a small comfortable space, and the ability to eat, drink, and be merry. Until I get kicked out again, which I always do. Matt and I are there a lot. The administrative response to us is confusing at best. Sometimes they pass us by without another word, sometimes they kick us out and threaten punishment. They've even walked by and complimented Matt's guitar-playing. It's...Confusing.

And why, you ask? Why do we continue to return to the stairwell, even after being kicked out so many times? Because nobody, not a single person has been able to adequately explain to us why we shouldn't be there. The moment somebody does, I will stop going to the stairwell during classes. But until then, I'll be back there every day. Unless I'm blogging in the library, that is. But at any rate, I'll be there a lot. Because the rule doesn't make sense.

And why should I follow a rule that does not make sense, one that nobody seems willing or able to explain to me?

I understand why they don't want some people in the halls, with classes around. Loud noises could distract people in classes, and nobody wants to be distracted in class. But that's why the Stairwell is such a perfect place. With two heavy sets of doors at either end of the hall, we don't bother any classes. Matt has played his guitar loudly there many mornings, and we've never once had a single complaint from any teachers or students. In fact, one class stopped and listened to Matt play the guitar for a few minutes. We were at another location, a similar stairwell in the school, for a while on one day. Within ten minutes, a teacher complained to us about the noise. Said that the music was very good, but distracting. We apologized and left, and haven't been back since. Because we don't want to distract classes, we just want to have a nice place to spend our spares.

And we've found one.

The administration doesn't seem fond of it.

And I understand their concern, or I would if we were in a place where we would disrupt anybody. But we don't, and we've never recieved a complaint.

And until we do, or we're given a valid reason not to be there, we're going to continue to sit there.

A rule for the sake of rules, a rule that does not follow any forms of sense or logic, should not be a rule at all. And should the enforcers of rules continue to enforce the invalid rule, it should be argued with politely and respectfully.

And I have not been disrespectful to any of the administration. I have bitten my tongue many times, and continued to show as much respect for the authority figures as I can muster, though I must say that the sentiment is not always returned.

Is it really respectful to ask us to follow a rule without telling us why we should, even when politely questioned about it?

Is it really respectful to question the sense of morality of a student, when they have no real idea of what's going on?

Is it really respectful to threaten to take away the personal possessions of a student when they refuse to follow a rule which you cannot explain?

I am frequently tempted to remind the administration of the school of our very own school motto. Respect, it works both ways. Give it and get it. I have done my best to be as respectful as possible, but this can only go so far.

I know that I should probably avoid anything that might upset the administration of the school, because I'm already under their eye for my insulting of a fellow student. But I'm not attempting to be insulting in this post. I'm attempting to raise a point that would otherwise be ignored.

And that's all for now.

Until next time,
X3. Midnight showing. Hells yeah.
~Kataron

FunkyMonkeyLove

Howdy there, kids. Nate's back.

I had intended to post last night, but House was on. All other things just didn't seem to matter in comparison. 'twas the season finale, too. Great episode.

My day yesterday went as normally as my days generally go. I decided against philosophy, on the basis that there was a sub, and that not much would be learned. My excuse? Haven't thought of one yet. Ah well.

But before that, I wandered around for a while during first period. I saw two police officers enter the office, and I thought to myself "Man, I hope they're not here for me". They were looking for me on the day of my suspension too, apparently. I was at Dave's both times. But when returning from Dave's, Ms. Norlen saw me about to enter the school, and escorted me over to the police car still sitting there. The officer himself was nice enough.

I don't understand why so many people hate police officers. I mean, they're just doing their jobs. Protecting the peace and whatnot. We had a rather lengthy argument in philosophy a couple months back about police officers. By argument, I of course mean everybody against Leslie. It seems to me that it's mostly hippies that hate the cops. But then, it's them that are usually doing things wrong.

I bear no dislike towards police officers, though I must admit that I find them rather intimidating. I think we all do. Talking to one always makes me feel like I've done something very wrong, when I usually haven't. But ah well, 'nuff about that.

He talked to me about some things, and apparently he's read some of my blog. He was able to identify some of my friends by name, which was kind of awkward, but okay. I personally thought they'd given up monitoring the blog, as I haven't really said anything about her since I got suspended. The officer mostly wanted to discuss my "Amnesia Rocks". If you don't remember those, they were the line of rocks I planned on patenting. You simply hit somebody over the head, yelled "BAM! AMNESIA!", and presto. Amnesia. Of course, it was completely ridiculous, and I never planned on hitting anybody over the head with anything, let alone an "Amnesia Rock", but I can see how parents might read that and over-react horribly.

I still believe that the suspension was an over-reaction. I mean, give me some detentions or something, but suspend me? Yeesh.

Anyways, that was the big thing that happened to me yesterday. Well, one of two big things. The other was the season finale of House, which was amazingly excellent.

So good that...Well, I had been playing Kingdom Hearts 2 beforehand, and I was still doing so during commercials, and I managed to beat the game during a commercial. The video afterwards, I couldn't pause! Every other video in the game, you can pause during, but not this one. Then House came back on, and I tried switching between them for about a minute, then gave up and turned off the PS2. I can always beat the boss again tonight. But that's how good it was. When I had to choose between the final video of a terrific game, or House, I chose House.

Ohhh yeah.

The Zombie RP has begun!

So grab your character and try to survive as long as possible.

And yes, it has occured to me that I'm obsessed with zombies. I eat, sleep, and dream zombies. That may sound absolutely disgusting, but I stand by it. Zombies fascinate me in ways that few things can. They're just so...Cool.

Ah, and in Urban Dead, I'm almost done my stint at Giddings Mall. I've been there a long time, fighting the horde of zombies and gathering ammo. And I've only been killed once. Right now, I'm only a few hundred experience away from having enough to gather the last of the zombie skills. Right now, I have about a thousand experience, and I need another four-hundred. But with all of the guns and ammo my character possesses, plus the fact that the mall has been under attack for a couple weeks now, I should be able to gather that shortly, and then I'll check back in at Garniss. I miss the old Garniss Border Patrol crew, and hopefully I'll be back with them for my zombification. When I'm done that, I'll look at Urban Dead a lot more as an RP place. I'll talk more, and not worry so much about wasting action points. After all, I'll have all the skills.

Booyah.

But anyways, I must be off. Forum-hopping to do. An exciting fight is going to begin soon on Rusitu Maitas. Three fools are taking on the God of Insanity. Don't miss it!

Until next time,
Donkey....WHY?!
~Kataron

Weekend and Zombies

Hey hey howdy.

Nate here. Sorry I didn't get around to posting over the long weekend, I was busy playing video games and watching movies.

I don't think I have to cover the terrible youth group on Friday, as I've already done that in another post, so let's start on Saturday. I got up at a decent hour and saw my parents off to their weekend getaway. I was left with a bunch of money. I brought my video games downstairs, and went to rent a couple movies and get some Coke. I rented Grandma's Boy, Advent Children, and the PS2 game Mercenaries: Playground of Destruction. Esmee showed up early afternoon, after James arrived with Paul and Tamara. We all watched Grandma's Boy. It was absolutely hilarious. Rick showed up partway through, and we all had a blast. Eventually they left, and I cooked some perogies for Esmee, then we watched Advent Children. Shortly after that was over, A Time To Kill started on one of my channels. You know, the one based on the John Grisham book? Great book, great movie. Good times. Esmee left early in the movie, and I ended up staying up until four-thirty in the morning playing Mercenaries. It's a fun game.

The next day, I woke up, looked at the clock, and groaned loudly. Four-thirty in the afternoon?! DAMN! That's a bunch of my parent-free weekend already wasted away on stupid sleep! Bah!

I called Rick and he came over as fast as he could, after getting out of taking his terrible nephew swimming. Honestly, that kid is a little monster. Fucker threw a rock at my head. And deleted all of Rick's game data for Champions of Norrath 2. Rick was pissed off enough at him for that, so he got out of it and came down to my house.

Oh, and did I mention I bought a 24-pack of Coke, already had about eight cans, and had a 2-litre bottle of Coke in the fridge? Yeah. Lots of caffeine. Rick and I rented Aeon Flux, American Pie: Band Camp, and Dawn of the Dead. All great movies. Well, Aeon Flux was okay. It was rather strange, but a fun time to watch. Band Camp was breasts for the sake of breasts, which is what we expected, and we were fine with that. Dawn of the Dead was awesome, as only a zombie movie watched at midnight home alone in the house can be. Good times.

Fearing a repeat of my mid-afternoon waking, I decided to avoid the problem altogether. I stayed up all night playing Kingdom Hearts 2, which I stole from Rick's house. Daaaaaaaaaamn, that's a good game. The story-lines are often riddled with Disney, and I don't find a lot of their world-ending jokes funny, but whatever. I don't see why they have to do that so often. When you're finished with a world and watching the video at the end of it, somebody says something and they all laugh. Bah, anyway, great game.

I basically did that until I fell asleep, around five-thirty the next day. Afternoon, mind you. Everybody was home by then. Alas, Space did not have a Star Trek Marathon, as they so often do on these holidays. Instead, they showed The Phantom, The Shadow, both parts of The Wizard of Earthsea, and Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars. Unfortunately, I was too tired for the last one, but I caught a large part of Phantom, and most of Earthsea. Good stuff. I remember the first time I saw Phantom. Jared's mother's old place in Rockwood. Was one of his birthdays. Good times.

Anyways, that about sums up my weekend. As much as I'd love to stay and chat, I've got forum business to attend to. With the zombie RP starting within the next couple days, I need to make a character for myself. If all goes well, I anticipate beginning the RP tomorrow. If you wanna apply, go here.

Until next time,
I think I would survive a zombie apocalypse...
~Kataron

Blue Vision

God damn.

Well, she decided to show up at the youth group again, and ruin it, again. And still I held my tongue. But I'm not going to for much longer. The youth group is my place, and I've been going there for over five years. I left two hours early tonight because Rick was hanging out with her, and all I had to talk to was Andrew and the kids, and Andrew was mostly busy. I wish Eric and Dave had been there, but they're gone for the weekend.

But I didn't leave the youth group two hours early to sit around and bitch about her for the rest of the night. I'm going to go kill things in video games.

Until next time,
The youth group is mine, dammit. Mine.
~Kataron

Shepherd Won't Alone

Well, Nate's back. 'tis Friday. That means that the weekend is almost upon us. Only two classes to go. For me, anyway. I love spares.

Yesterday was good. It was fun to be back. Quite frankly, I missed my nerds. But anyways, we had generic work in philosophy. Homework takeup. And we did a presentation in engineering. Apparently it was a quite boring one, as Mitch called me 'lucky' to have missed the first three groups. Yep. Mitch did a damn good job of what he needed to say. I only wish I coulda been around more to help out, but...meh. Couldn't really help that.

Now we're getting more into the final projects in Engineering. Jared and I intend to create a binary clock. Something like this or this, but less fancy. Much less fancy. But it should be fun to make, and hopefully it'll work. That's really all I want at this point. A final project that actually works. There are a lot of other ideas floating around the class about what to do for a final project, but the majority of them, I just don't find that interesting. Networking a Windows machine and a Linux machine, creating a 'floppy drive robot'. Boring stuff. Perhaps somewhat difficult, but still boring. The clock should be adequately difficult and entertaining. Yeah.

What else is there to talk about...? Not sure. Parents still planning on going out of town. Gonna buy a lot of Coke. Rent some movies. A game, maybe. Should be a good time. Usually is.

Youth group's tonight, too. But Eric and Dave'll be gone, so the only interesting people will be myself, Rick, and Andrew. Hopefully, certain parties that will go unnamed won't show up and ruin the evening for everybody else.

And with that, I'm off to forum-hop and check Urban Dead. When I got up this morning, I woke up to half a dozen zombies in the mall with me. Yikes! I brought the barricades back up a lot and took one out. But I was low on ammo to begin with, and now I'm no better off. Good thing there's another two hundred guys in there to deal with the half a dozen zombies that got in.

Until next time,
I stand by everything I've said in the past.
~Kataron

Fantastico Chocobo

Well, guess who's back. That's right, it's Nate!

Back in school.

As many video games as I played during my three days of freedom, life was rather dull. Didn't see Esmee, didn't see Jared, didn't see Justin. Didn't see Dave. Saw Eric and Rick occasionally, but let's face it. They're no Esmee/Jared/Justin/Dave. Had fun with them, though, making the three days less dull.

But mostly I just played Skies of Arcadia. Damn fine piece of entertainment.

And I couldn't help but wonder as I walked to the bus stop today...

Would my return be like that of Drachma and his heroic rescue of Vyse and Aika from the hands of the Gigas? Or would it be like the return of Vyse and Aika to their hometown to find it burning, and their families kidnapped?

Man...I really need a life. Ah well. Anyways, it's been good thus far. I've had nothing to complain about. Saw Sarah. It's been a while. If I'm not mistaken, she's been off roaming the world. I've just been sitting around playing video games.

I need caffeine. I'm going to Food Basics.

Until next time,
Ah, fuck this.
~Kataron

Sex Island

Howdy, kiddies.

My hits her day is still averaging around thirty, which is double what it usually is. See, all this business and getting in trouble just has more people reading why I got in trouble in the first place. Doesn't make much sense, does it? Ah well.

Anyways, here we are at Wednesday, the third and final day of my suspension. As of tomorrow, I'll be back at school. Where I get another joyful meeting with the principal. Yay. /sarcastic comment

And for today, I'm going with my dad to install a door or two in my uncle's house. Ten bucks or so an hour, and I may get Chinese food out of the deal. The only thing dragging it down is the pesky 'work' I'll have to do. Ah well, I can suck it up for money and Chinese food. God I love Chinese food.

Anyways, my parents are out of town this weekend. So this is an open invitation to my house for video games and movies. Reserve your spots NOW! Rick and James don't need to reserve anything, as they are already within close walking distance. Eric and Dave are going out of town for some religious thing (I repeat: Fuck you, Eric.), so they won't be able to make it. Sucks, this weekend would have rocked for a marathon. A marathon of what, you ask? Who cares, just a marathon! Anyways, Eric was really looking forward to coming down, but he already paid fifty bucks for this, so he can't back out now. Next time, Eric. Next time.

Esmee is coming over on one of the days (She figures Saturday). To arrive around noonish, and to leave around nine-ten. That gives us time for hanging out, movies, and dinner, cooked by yours truly. But that doesn't mean you can't reserve spots on Saturday. People can still come down if they want, but perhaps just for less time. *shrug* Anyways, Sunday's open. Yep. Sunday is open. So book your spots now, but you've gotta find a way down to Rockwood yourself. I'll have my Playstation 2, my GameCube, and possibly my buddy's Xbox hooked up downstairs. You won't be using it, will you Eric? Of course not! So yeah. Lots of video games.

And my parents regularly leave me with bundles of cash. Fifty bucks or so to survive with. Plus what I may be earning today, and we've got one hell of a weekend. But do note that this is not a party. This is random people dropping by occasionally throughout the entire weekend. Not a party. And as such, I'd prefer it if there wasn't a dozen people drinking alcohol in my house. I might give James permission to have the occasional beer or smoke in my house, but that's 'cause he's been one of my best friends since forever. So don't think that you'll get the same treatment.

Which doesn't matter for most of you that read this, you nerds you. I love you guys. Fuck, I miss you too. It's been since Friday. Ah well, tomorrow it is. And we'll celebrate with many caffeinated beverages, and possibly unhealthy snack foods! Huzzah!

But yeah. You may be wondering about the name of this post...The comes from a story Eric told me. Apparently they learned in one class that there's a race of monkeys that solves all of their problems by having sex. When asked where they might live, one student turned to Eric and said "Sex Island". And it was funny. Ha ha ha! Laugh, damn you!

...Yeah. You may be able to tell that I'm barely awake.

Oh, and Justin...HOT DAMN, THAT GAME IS SO GOOD. I have the Delphinus, they call me Vyse the Bold, and Gilder does indeed have the coolest move in the history of video games.

Here's what he does, for you un-initiated.

*ahem*

He takes out his two awesome-looking guns, and points them at the enemy. First, he says "C'mon!" and then he says "Dance for me!" and starts firing at the feet of the enemy. It does a good amount of damage, and what's best, it's his first move! Well, first special move, anyway. He has three. But he's only a temporary character (alas), so you don't get much of it. By far the coolest one I've met in the game, though.

The game is Skies of Arcadia, for the Cube. I'm hooked, man...I'll be done it by this weekend, and need something else to play. I played yesterday from when I woke up (nineish) to when I went to bed (eleventhirtyish). Man, it's just so much fun. I'd recommend it plus three to anybody that can get ahold of it. Plus three.

But anyways, my dad's gonna be here soon to take me away. Turns out we may not be doing the doors today. But we might fix his toilet and pressure wash the front of his house.

Here he is.

Until next time,
Rolland Rolland Rolland, my dog's name is Rolland! Rolland Rolland Rolland, RAWHIIIIIIIIIDE!
~Kataron

Imperial March

Greetings, loyal readers. And a brief hi to those of you monitoring my blog for insults.

I just got my weekly site meter email, and it's stated that I'm up to 28 hits per day. Huzzah! I usually max out at around fifteen to twenty. But twenty-eight is damn good. Damn good indeed.

So...Yeah. My weekend thus far has been quite uneventful. I haven't done much at all. The most I did was...Going over to Jenny's and sitting in front of her house to hear her and James play guitar. They were supposed to play at the bar this weekend, and I was supposed to hear them. They're damn good, but Jenny was sick. She wasn't too sick to play the guitar without really singing outside of her house, though. She has a really nice voice. I was looking forward to hearing them play, too.

But...Yeah. That was about it. Other than that, I mostly played Skies of Arcadia on the GameCube. That's really it. Nothing else.

Oh, and I would like to take this opportunity to remind you kind readers that you are quite free to voice your opinions on my suspensions within comments. If they're...Unpleasant comments, anonymous might work better. But remember, I'll delete them if they insult me. This is my blog, after all.

And I'd also like to state that no, school will not be worth going to in those three days that I won't be there. I'm well aware of that. But you should probably go anyway. You know, just so the teachers will have something to do. So just go, even if you feel like starting fires or protesting the fact that this may be the world's stupidest suspension.

Did I mention that the drop-in on Friday sucked? She-who-must-not-be-named-for-legal-reasons showed up, and it was all kinds of awkwards. She spend most of the night as far away from me as possible. Why she came, I'm still not sure. The drop-in is my place. It's mine moreso than everybody else, except Eric. He's been there since the beginning, and then he and James invited me along. So I've been there since the beginning, except for maybe a week or two of it. Since then, I've been going there religiously (pun intended), and I've only missed it when I've had something important to do.

But...Yeah. So the drop-in is clearly Nate territory. I'm not giving up any of it over this. I'm going to continue going every week. So I'm just gonna clearly state that right now, because I am not in the mood to deal with this week after week.

OoOoOoOoO, breakfast is ready. With that, I'm off.

Until next time,
Oh, and Happy Mother's Day.
~Kataron

Suspension!

If you've read the title, you now know.

I've been suspended for three days for my bloggage. I thought that perhaps one day this would happen, but with two months left of school, I so narrowly avoided it. But meh, it's just a suspension. Three days of sleeping in and video games, with only two classes to get caught up in. So it's not the end of the world.

Am I sorry? Do I regret what I've said, what I've done? Of course not. Don't be silly. I've voiced my own opinions, opinions I've heard from many others. They just didn't write it down and sign their name. Everyone has the right to their own opinion, and if I dislike somebody, there's little that can be done about that. I will cease insulting her or other people at school for the time being, because I do not want to be suspended again. Not that it matters all that much, but it would be another irritating wait in the office.

My day started out normally, as you may have read from the post earlier. I got through most of philosophy before the phone rang. That seems to me to that perhaps they got the idea of suspending me from reading my blog. In which case, you're welcome. If you're reading this blog, it just means more hits per day for me. I'm not going to complain, so long as you don't leave comments which are derogatory in nature. About me. Bash whoever you want in comments, just don't say anything to me. Because I'm not going to walk into your house and insult your ugly ugly carpet, am I? No. That would be rude. Would I blog about it? Probably.

You should note that I don't go out of my way to badmouth people on here. If I'm blogging, and I get irritated about something, I'll probably bitch about it. That's what we do. If I have a problem, I'll talk about it openly. I don't try to hide it from people, but nor am I going to insult people and then give them the url. That would also be rude. Should they acquire the url in the time that I am still irritated at them, they have the chance to defend themselves in armed combat, but that is all.

And you should also note that I am serious about very little on here. I'm a freakin' high school student. I've never been in a fight, I've never hurt anybody (physically), and I don't intend on doing unpleasant things of that nature. Should you sit down and a fart noise occurs, and you find a whoopie cushion underneath you, then you have been unpleasanted. I'm not going to go out of my way to see that you fall into a large hole filled with spikes. That would be rude. Not to mention crude. If it happens, then so be it, but I'm not going to do anything stupid.

Is there a point to this post? Not really. I feel I have been suspended unjustly, but there is very little I can do about that.

Oh, I never finished going over my day, did I?

When the call came in philosophy, I headed down to the office quickly. Didn't want to keep the VP waiting, did I? As it turned out, she wanted to keep me waiting. I sat there for half an hour, feeling the violent need to urinate the entire time. I asked the secretary at one point if the VP would be long, because I really needed to use the washroom. I was advised not to leave. It might make her more upset. So I continued to struggle against my bladder as I watched and waited for my chance to go inside.

It was only after half an hour that I was finally admitted. I was almost tempted to sit silently for a few minutes. Keep them waiting, you know? But I did not want to dig myself a deeper grave. Instead I answered the questions simply, and tried not to verbalize many of the things that came to mind.

The basics of it was that I should not insult her or any other student/faculty member as long as I attend the school. The principal then tried to appeal to my sense of morality, that I would continue not to insult people for even longer.

Heh.

I then left the school grounds, as instructed. Dave bought me some lunch, and we hung out for a while.

Dave is a good man. A very good man.

But now she's apparently arrived to ruin youth group tonight. Sigh. I'm going just so that Dave does not have to deal with her alone.

Until next time,
Five day weekend, I suppose.

Internal Conflict

Howdy.

Nate back.

Esmee's still irritated at me about this whole dance thing, but I simply did not want to go. That's...That's it. But I don't want to get into this all that much here.

So let's discuss other things, shall we?

I haven't been called down to the office for my blog posts yet, so that's a good sign. But then, I don't have a class from which they could call me, so we'll have to wait and see. Months ago they warned me that any badmouthing of students, teachers, or administration could be construed as harassment, and get me suspended. Of course, I haven't really listened. I've bashed students, administration, and maybe teachers. Can't remember bashing any teachers, but that doesn't mean that I didn't.

I can understand people in situations of employment getting in trouble for bashing co-workers or their boss, but this isn't the case here. What are they going to do, expel me for voicing my opinions on the net? They should check out the tables in the quad. They're full of anti-Norlan sayings. They were there long before I started going out there. Meaning that I'm not the only one with a problem with the administration. But what are they going to do, punish everybody? Just because I leave my name with my blog posts, I could be targetted.

Of course, when I started this blog, I had the choice to be anonymous. I didn't have to leave my name, I didn't even have to leave my handle. But I did. And apparently it could land me in even more trouble.

Which is, of course, laughable. I hate it when people try to censor the internet. They might suspend me, but they would stop nothing on my blog. Business would continue as usual.

But yeah. Just that little rant, that's on my mind.

I still think Kathryn's a bitch, but here I'm not going and saying it behind her back. I've said it to her face numerous times.

And with that, I'm off.

Until next time,
They're trashing our rights. Trashing.
~Kataron

Sigh.

It has come to my attention the the url of my blog has now fallen into the hands of Kathryn's parents. As bad as it was that she was given the url, now her parents have it. Woo.

So I shall take this moment to assure anybody that reads this, that I do NOT apologize for anything I've said on here. I refuse to apologize for anything I've said on here, ever. This is my realm, my domain, and if you insist on troubling me over my own opinions, then you're a bit of a moron, aren't you? Even if this blog got me in trouble, I would not stop. I would not slow. I would continue doing the same goddamn things I do now.

Because guess what? You can't censor the internet.

I've been running this blog without censorship for a year and a half, and there's nothing anybody can do to stop me. Except the fine people at Google, of course. And why would they stop me, when I've said nothing to offend them or their fine organization?

But I regress...I don't understand WHY Kathryn showed them the blog, and I don't care. All I know is that I'm infuriated by it. If you're going to share that with them, bitch, then why not share information about your depression, your low self-esteem, or your obsession with my good friend Dave?

I'm done with this for now.

Until next time,
...Nevermind.
~Kataron

La Locura Del Kefka

Hey hey.

I am for once giving Esmee the silent treatment today. Last night we had a brief phone argument about the dance that is tonight.

Let me say this right now: I don't do dances. I just...I don't. I hate dances. I hate the music the play, I hate crowds, I hate dancing. I just don't go to school dances. Period. She got irritated at me for that, and started to give me the silent treatment. As we were talking on the phone, that basically ended the conversation. Actually, I ended the conversation when I told her I felt like I was going to throw up. Which I did. Feel like I was going to, that is. I managed to hold it down.

Anyways, today she came up and said that she was going to be dancing with 'two cute boys' at the dance tonight. This, of course, irritated me. I'm the jealous, possessive type. That's just how I am. So to think of my girlfriend dancing with other guys, it irritates me. How could it not?

She wouldn't be dancing with them if I was going to the dance, and I think it's some devious ploy to get me to waste my evening listening to crappy music and not having any fun. But it won't work, I'm still not going to the dance. Because I fucking hate dances. It's really quite simple. And if she does go and dance with these 'cute boys', then I shall continue to be irritated, and continue to give her the silent treatment.

Yes.

In other news...What other news is there, I knew I had something...

Oh right, I wanted to say something that came about from the conversation I had with Mr. Cudney when he drove me home.

I hate people with faith.

Confused yet? Let me continue! Hear me out!

I also hate people without faith.

Even more confused? No, it's not just that I hate everybody, though I generally do.

I hate people with or without faith that can't back up their beliefs. If I ask you why you believe, and you just shrug and mumble something about God, then you're a stupid dolt. If I ask you why you don't believe, and you just laugh and insult the bible, then you're a stupid dolt.

You've got to have reasoning behind your faith or lack thereof. If you can't argue for the side of your faith, and back up your beliefs, then are you really all that faithful?

And if you don't have any real reasons to not believe, then why don't you? This is a huge question, and it's one that is at least worth exploring in this world. I know that I am sitting on the proverbial fence, but my internal conflicts have always ended in me not being persuaded one way or the other. But I'm out there, I'm learning, I'm asking questions, I'm backing my things up. And I'm Agnostic. Don't you think that ye of faith, and ye without, should be able to justify why or why not you believe?

That's all, as my stomach is gonna explode.

Until next time,
... (It's the silent treatment. Get it? Yeah, bad joke...)
~Kataron

Goddamn it.

Nate back.

In case you haven't noticed, the url to this blog has fallen into bitchy hands. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Rick fucked up and gave Kathryn the url. Aside from being very pissed off with him, I'm also continuing to be pissed off at her. This is my fucking domain, and I'm not going to put up with any shit from you here.

And if you think you're clever by leaving one anonymous post amidst all of your signed ones, you're even fucking dumber than I thought. These comments time-stamped and given to me in email form, you stupid bitch. You think I'm going to fall for one anonymous comment between five ones with your name?

*ahem*

"Anonymous said...

You are so dumb. You have no freaking idea what you're tlaking about. Just because of the clothes someone wears doesnt make them a slut. You actually have to do something to be a slut, Moron!"

Thank you very much for the comment, Kathryn. But you're still wrong.

You don't need to go out and bang a dozen guys to be a slut. OH NO. Just by wearing revealing clothing, you too can be not only a slut, but a dirty skank to boot! If you're going to walk around with your undergarments showing, then you're a slut. It's really quite simple.

And as I said in that post "At least wait until your breasts develop before you parade them around, kids. 'cause Nate don't want to see that."

I could argue more about this, but I'm still just pissed that my url got out. I hope you step in a bear trap.

Until next time,
Something tells me this is only the beginning...And trust me, I can be a LOT more unpleasant than you can.
~Kataron

Cystal Rave

Man...The Nintendo Conference kicked an awful lot of ass. Justin, Wyatt, Andy and I all went down to Wyatt's to watch the live webcast of the contest. We were supposed to watch it in the computer room, courtesy of Mr. Kaune, but he was mysteriously absent yesterday. So we had to go over to Wyatt's.

It was a true nerd pilgrimage. It would have been better had we gone to the true Nerd Mecca, E3 itself, but watching the Nintendo Conference was still pretty damn good.

They showed Zelda: Twilight Princess, and man did it look awesome. They're actually planning on releasing two versions of it, a Gamecube version and a Wii version. That didn't so much impress the other nerds, but it's understandable. They could have probably integrated them into one, but it would have taken more time, and the game has already been delayed multiple times. It'll be there for launch of the Wii, though. Which is slated for the last quarter of 2006.

The Xbox 360 was a bit rushed in order to come out before all of the other systems, and as such they didn't fix all of the flaws in the system. Overheating and the like. We're hoping that Sony and Nintendo are going to spend a little more time on theirs.

Nintendo also showed Red Steel, a first person shooter slated for launch on the Wii. While it didn't do much for us graphically, it still looked pretty cool. Despite the fact that cars blew up far too easily. But we can live with that, I suppose. They're still planning on fixing a few flaws, but they have a rather destructible environment.

That's what more games need...Fully descuctible environments. You know, the thing Halo 2 promised but was nowhere near getting. Sure, a lot of things in Halo 2, you could blow up. But they promised us fully destructible environments, which they did not deliver. Nor did Fable deliver the aging system promised...But yeah, hopefully game designers will stop promising us things they can't deliver.

Hmm...What else did they show...Oh, they gave us a brief glimpse of the new Metroid game. The third of the newer games, after Prime and Prime: Echoes, this one will be entitled (at least, this is what the caption was) "Metroid 3 : Corruption". A Prime should probably fit in there somewhere, as it is in no way the third installment of the series, but yeah. I'm not sure if that's one of the launch titles, but it shouldn't be much longer.

One game that was quite interesting was Mario Galaxy. Imagine the creative and fun-to-play worlds of Mario 64 and Sunshine, and put them in space. It looked awesome.

They also showed us some of the new DS titles slated for release. They have over a hundred planned before the end of the year. Including Star Fox DS, Yoshi's Island 2, and Elite Beat Agents. For those of you scratching your heads for the last one, imagine DDR on the DS, where you have to press the stylus onto the touch pad rather than dance. It's quite interesting, as Justin has a different version of such, which he quite loves.

In the end, one lucky man got to play a round of Tennis on the Wii with the president of Nintendo, the head of PR, and the lovable Zelda God. Lucky bastard...

But yeah, that was superb. I was told that the Sony conference was not that good at all. The PS3, by the way, is set for release on...What was it...November 17th, if I'm not mistaken.

But that's enough about video games.

Wait...No, there's one or two other things.

One being the Shadowrun game for the 360. Shadowrun! Surely I'm not the only one that remembers the SNES version of Shadowrun, which was incredibly fun and interesting. Of course, Shadowrun is a whole roleplaying world, of which these games can only give us a brief glimpse...But still!

Also, there's a new Spore Demo. The link for it is up on Evil Avatar.

And THAT is all the video game news I have to cover.

But...Yeah...

You know what bugs me?

Couples that have arguments in the halls. Or elsewhere that is considered 'public'. Not only is it awkward to be engaged in such an argument (moreso for the one that didn't engage it), but it is also awkward for people around them. You can really smell arguments. Two people that were just sitting next to me seemed to be engaged in a silent argument. The female was more upset than the male, but they seemed to be trying to restrain arguing until they could reach a more private place.

I've encountered my share of public arguments since arriving at this school...By far the worst was a screaming match I witnessed in a stairwell. I didn't mind so much, though, because I hated the girl that was doing the screaming.

But...Yeah. Irritating.

You know what else irritates me? When people take things I've said to offend them, and aren't offended. Rick apparently read off my commentary about Kathryn to her, and she laughed. Dammit, that was not the intention! Not the intention at all! I'm going to continue ignoring her and/or being unpleasant to her, though. That seems to be bugging her. But when I insult somebody I severly dislike, I'm not trying to make them laugh. *irritated look*

But anyways, I'm heading over to Kataronia to add some stuff to the Zombie RP. Character applications are now being accepted. If you enjoyed the last Zombie RP, you should enjoy this even more. As I've said, it's a lot more open-ended, allowing you to do more than you could originally. There will be no Dungeon Masters, nobody in charge of letting you know whether or not you find things. I'll step in if you decide that you found a rocket launcher or something, but other than that, you're pretty much good.

Please, check it out.

Until next time,
Am I obsessed with Zombies? Yes, yes I am.
~Kataron

Thy Followers

Well, well, well. Here we are.

E3 has begun! Huzzah for video games!

God DAMN, I hate hippies. There was just an announcement about how bad nuclear power is, and how it'll rot our brains or some other shit like that. It was Leslie and Rachel. I despise Leslie with a fiery passion but Rachel's okay. Bit of a hippy, but not as bad as bitchface.

But you know what? I'm fine with nuclear power. I don't mind it at all. I don't feel threatened by it in any way. Maybe I don't know all that much about it, but when you think about it, do they? Doubtful.

But anyways, that's hardly important. Video games are important.

E3 is finally here!

The greatest video game expo is back for another year. Though, will it be the greatest for long? PAX, the Penny-Arcade Expo is gaining popularity quickly. But E3 is our classic gaming expo.

Anyways, Sony had its press conference yesterday. They were, I believe, the first to go. Nintendo today.

I think we all remember their old controller design, don't we?

















Their boomerang design wasn't particularly cared for, so Sony announced a while back that they were cancelling it, and moving on to another design. A new design?! Wacky!

Or not...

They've gone back to the original design.

















Note the subtle difference of the button on the middle of the controller, and the lack of wires. This will be our controller for the next generation. But that's not all...God, I wish that were all...

Sony has ripped off Nintendo's system. The Nintendo Wii will be using a lot of sensors in their controllers, in order to sense movement by the player. The PS3 is going to have the same sort of system, although from the press conference, it appears uncomfortable to use and sort of clunky. But yeah, they ripped off Nintendo.

*flips off Sony*

And they got it wrong, too. It won't be nearly as awesome as the Wii controller.

Bah...I got a picture of it, but now the Blogger picture thing won't work. Ah well, I'll upload some pics after watching the Nintendo Conference today.

It's on today, starting during lunch and going through half of the next period. We're watching it in the computer room, courtesy of Mr. Kaune. It should be awesome. And hey, it's Nintendo, of course it'll be awesome.

I'm excited for that.

Oh, and you know what you should be excited for?! The new product that Rick and I are creating, which will revolutionize memory as we know it. Computer memory, you ask? Nope, I'm talking about the real deal here, folks.

We call it our...Amnesia Rock!

You just take it, hit somebody in the back of the head with it, and BAM! Amnesia!

It's a marvel...We decided this when we were talking about Kathryn on the bus. Things would be so much easier if we just hit her in the head and made her forget about Dave. Don't worry, Dave, help is on the way!

And with that, I head over to my forums. Forgive me for my lack of updates there, but something big is in the works. Something big and AWESOME.

I could try to keep it a secret and surprise you guys, but...Well, I'm not good at secrets. Remember my zombie RP from way back in the day? Well, it's coming back! In two forms. That's right, two zombie RP's. One set in Rockwood, and the other set in a large castle. That's right, we're finally getting our medeival(sp?) zombie RP going. It was in the works so long ago, but there was a lack of interest by you guys...So I'm remaking both of them, because I remember how popular the first one was.

Except I'm not going to base it on my blog this time. That was too...Cluttery. Instead, I'm going to use Ezboard. It's really easy to make an Ezboard account for those of you that don't have one, but...Yeah. So my Rockwood zombie RP is going to be on Kataronia, so I have to make some new areas on there. It will be a LOT more open-ended than mine was. You won't have to go through me for everything, and wait for my post to get things done.

The other one will be on the other board I made for it, which you've probably forgotten. It's ugly as sin. I'll fix it up and link you.

But anyways, I should be off.

Until next time,
How about a Megaman tattoo?
~Kataron

Naju Overture

Howdy.

Nate back. The weekend was good. Went down to Seth's as of Friday afternoon. Once there, I learned that Seth and Scott no longer share a room. Wacky! Now the room they used to share has become a communal video games/work room. Yeah. So the first night, we watched Shopgirl, and Everything Is Illuminated. I'm not entirely sure if I got the second movie title right, but whatever. Both were good movies, but the second really stood out. I mean, it had Elijah(sp?) Wood in it! And it was very...How to put this...Jewish. The music simply rocked. I suggest that people go and see it. Rent it, for I demand it!

Anyways, after that I think Seth went to bed, and I gave Kingdom Hearts 2 a spin. It freakin' rocked. I didn't even get through the opening in the two hours I played before I finally slept. It was good.

Oh, we also wandered around Cambridge for a bit Friday night. 'twas fun. Seth showed me the place where people apparently shoot up heroin(sp?). Well, he was trying to, anyway. Then we heard voices. So we booked it, for whatever reason. We both ran at top speeds a short distance away, then sat down and waited for the people to pass by us. Two slutty-looking girls and two wiggers passed by us, talking about one thing or another. Seth seemed convinced that they wanted to fight him.

Then I got some KFC. You know what, I don't care if KFC mistreats chickens. I really don't. I'm sorry, but why should I care about something that doesn't affect me in any way? The way Nate figures it, people can do whatever the fuck they want, so long as it does not affect Nate in any negative ways. And chickens? Don't affect Nate. Except in deliciousness! So go ahead and mistreat those little fuckers, as long as you keep 'em tasty.

Because let's face it, people...Animal rights is bullshit. Bullshit. Animals do not have rights. To have rights, one must be sentient, in my opinion. Animals are hardly sentient. When they start to build cities and create technology, and all that other good stuff, then I'll say they have rights. 'til then, no dice.

Why should we try to give the same rights Humans have to animals? I hate it when people do that. I'm less irked when people apply rights, but less rights are less irritating. I mean, to say that a creature has the right not to be beaten is a good gesture, but untrue. People that do that to animals are bastards, but that doesn't mean they have some sort of right not be beaten. I mean, who the fuck cares about animal rights when there are people out there suffering more than some animals? Turn your attention towards the more important subject before you go off discussing the irrelevant, you bastards.

Anyway, the chicken was delicious.

The next day, we got up and watched some cartoons. Justice League was awesome, but it was the series finale. It made me sad. Avatar was a re-run. So we watched The Four Feathers, and it was surprisingly good. Then Seth had to go off to work, like the bastard he is, so I was left alone at his house for hours and hours. It was cool though, 'cause I played a lot of KH2.

When he returned, we watched Anti-Trust and Seth slept. I played a bit more, then slept myself. I woke up at eleven thirty when Seth decided to try to spoon with me on the small couch. We didn't go to church that day because we were tired, and Seth had talked to his mom the night before about it. So it was cool.

We watched some more television, and then Seth had to go to band practice, which he originally thought wasn't happening that weekend. I played more KH2 until his parents arrived home, and they drove me back to Rockwood. I had a good discussion about theology with his dad, too. 'twas fun. He said that I have a sharp mind. Yep. Just thought I'd let you know.

Then there was pizza.

I think that about sums up my weekend. So let's move onto other things, shall we? I apologize for not updating Kataronia so regularly, but I've been busy with other stuff.

I'll hopefully get back to updating it more soon.

I've also been trying to think of some more interesting characters and events for Rusitu Maitas. I'm thinking of having Furiousus give some magical artifact to somebody and then yelling at them.

"GET THIS TO DENZEL! BUT BE CAREFUL, PERKINS IS WATCHING!"

Then disappearing into smoke.

I'm so original.

Anyways, I'm just about done.

Later, bitches.

Until next time,
Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerkins!
~Kataron

Katamari On The Rocks

Hey hey, kiddies.

'tis I. Sorry I've been so long in updating, but most of my free time has been sunk into beating Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories before this weekend. Seth has Kingdom Hearts 2, so I'll probably be playing a bunch of that down there this weekend.

Anyways, the week has gone by relatively uneventful, as far as I can remember. But then, I can't remember past yesterday, so...Yeah.

For those wondering, I'm at home right now. School didn't seem worth the effort. I have an ISP in engineering, and there's another seminar in philosophy...Charlotte's probably gonna be pissed I'm not there, but going to school for one class is boring.

But...Yeah.

You know what I hate about kids these days?

The fact that a lot of them wear shirts where you can see their bras. Wheeee, I can see you're a slut. Great. It's less terrible for older girls, but when you can see the entire back of a grade nine's bra...Ugh. I am, of course, speaking of Kathryn, the girl I already hate. I'm kind of thinking about starting to refer to her as Kevin. *shrug* But anyways, all through yesterday I could see the back strap of her bra. And it was bothersome. Why grade nine girls insist on acting slutty, I will never know. At least wait until your breasts develop before you parade them around, kids. 'cause Nate don't want to see that.

Oh, something great happened to me yesterday. I was skipping philosophy and heading over to Dave's house, and I saw a Coke truck. Regular occurance, you say? I'm not finished! As the truck passed, I saluted the valiant Coca-Cola employee driving, and he saluted back. Not only did he salute me back, he saluted me back with what can only be described as gusto! It was rock-awesome.

Good freakin' times.

Then Dave and I played some Halo 2. Also good times. He knows way too much about that game...At one point, he turned his banshee straight up, pointed at the sky above him. Before I had time to question this, an enemy banshee pulled in from the other side of a mountain and barrelled straight towards him. Then BOOM, he blew it out of the sky. So cool.

But yeah.

Sooo, I'm going down to Seth's this weekend. Eric was going to accompany me, but then cancelled at the last minute. Scott's gonna be back visiting home, so it'll be just Seth and I. Last time it was just Seth and I, his parents weren't even around for a while. For the first hour after I arrived, we just hung out in his room talking while he played the guitar. Then movies and food.

This weekend should be fun. Seth has to work on Saturday for a while, though. Pumping gas. I guess I'll just conquer his PS2 in that time.

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

*ponders*

Well, I can't really think of anything. My week has been...non-descript. Wait...There was battle of the bands at my school. It was cool. Seth showed up to play with his metal band. They sucked, but they were freakin' hilarious. Then there was a ska band that was good, and a two-person guitar thing that was less good, but I still enjoyed. Got to hang out with Seth though, which was fun, and he got to meet some of my nerd chums. They all seemed to like each other.

OH.

Okay, here's something to talk about...

Who would win in a fight...Master Chief, or Samus Aran?

Master Chief, the main character in both Halo games (though he shared the spotlight in Halo 2), or Samus Aran, the main character in so many Metroid games?

Before you so blindly say 'Master Chief', think about this for a moment. Both possess kickass power suits that make them up to ten times more awesome. Master Chief's may make him more powerful, but Samus has the distinct speed advantage, and has a gun attacked right to her arm. Master chief utilizes a large number of weapons, but relies on ammo. Samus Aran has a virtually unlimited number of energy blasts from her weapon. And Dave, before you say that his armour would simply absorb all of the blasts because it's an energy weapon, I remind you that you can kill Master Chief in the games with energy weapons. Samus' armour was also designed to absorb such blasts.

Samus also has the kickass ability to turn into a little ball and set bombs everywhere. It's a very fast ball too, so Master Chief wouldn't be able to just punt it.

But on the other hand, Master Chief has had more military training than Samus. He's been trained since childhood.

They would be more equal than one might think.

So I ask you, friends...Who would win in a fight?

Master Chief, or Samus Aran?

Until next time,
Dear Lord, let us pray that Hollywood never takes this idea and makes it into one of those shitty Freddy Vs. Jason movies, where nobody really loses in the end. Amen.
~Kataron

Tank

*grumbles incoherently*

I hate Monday mornings.

Oh dear, it's been a while since I last posted. I apologize, I was busy playing video games all weekend.

The drama went quite well on Friday. Quite well indeed. A bunch of girls from school, including Esmee, showed up, and they seemed to like it. And there was a whole lot of old people. It went on very well.

I skipped school on Friday to help Andrew, and after the first half-hour, I realized that it was a very good thing that I was there. I helped move sets, move tables, move chairs, and figure things out. All in all, it was a good use of my time, though I didn't crawl out of bed until eleven.

After the drama, I went with Rick and Dave to Rick's house. Well, first to Purple Pig to get some pizza, then back to the drop-in to get my discman (they went off to get Coke while I did this), and then back to Rick's while Dave got the pizza. mmm....pizza...We were up until about three, which was fun. Rick's mom had a fight with her boyfriend, though, which was less fun. Drunk fights are the worst, because nobody knows what the fuck they're talking about. If you're going to argue, do it sober, and articulate, goddamn it. She apparently threw a plate at his head. Good on her, I say. He's a dick.

But anyways, we played the Halo Rocket Mod for a while. Man I love that. Every single weapon fires...and get this...ROCKETS! Although people are really very stupid about it. They ask what the mod is, and don't understand why they die when they fire plasma grenades out of their assault rifle. Fools!

Anyways, we played that a lot, and eventually went to bed. In Rick's room. I took top bunk, Dave took bottom, and Rick nestled on the mystical plane known as 'floor'. We ended up talking for about an hour before nodding off, though.

When we got up, we played more video games. Dave left, Eric came over, and we continued to play until Kathryn showed up. I hate that female with a fiery passion. Eric and I quickly took our leave, and gave them the explicit orders of NOT COMING TO HIS HOUSE.

Eric and I then played Samurai Warriors on his Xbox for a long, long time. Then Rick and Kathryn showed up. We were pissed off, and got rid of them as quickly as we could. We would have been relatively fine with it (Eric at least) if they had shown up when we didn't directly order them not to, but since they went against those orders, it was quite infuriating. Can't take a hint, can they? Rick's fine, but Kathryn is a giant crazy bitch.

We continued to play after we got rid of them, and they went back to Rick's to await a ride. Until they called. Which was even more irritating, since they were trying to convince Eric to ditch me and go for a walk with them. Who the fuck does that, calls somebody and tries to get them to ditch a friend they're already hanging out with? Kathryn, that's who. I picked up the portable a few times and told them to fuck off, then when Eric wouldn't get back to the match, I went over and hung up the phone. He was fine with it, so we went back to playing.

Until they showed up again, and tried to convince him to go on a walk with them. They said I could come if I wanted, which I didn't. Eric got rid of them as I glared daggers at the bitch.

You see, this is why I dislike Kathryn so. She's a bitch. I honestly do not see how there is any disputing that. She is a bitch. Pure and simple.

And creepy, too. She's obsessed with Dave. At the marathon, he felt sick and was trying to sleep, but she kept staring at him, and wouldn't let him sleep. When he eventually did go to sleep, she woke him up two hours later and told him he'd been sleeping too long.

And apparently just yesterday she spent two hours sitting in the park across from Dave's house. And that's even more creepy when I think about it, as that's a very small park. She scrawled his name in the sand and sat there.

What the fuck?

That girl needs to get a fucking hobby. And no, Dave is NOT a hobby. But seriously, he's not interested, and she needs to accept that. If she wants to be friends with him, that's cool, but she needs to cut the creepy shit. And stop being a bitch that doesn't care about anybody but herself. That'd be cool. Maybe then I'd hate her less. But yeah.

Aaaaaaaand, I'm not sure what else to discuss here, guys. That was my weekend. Lots of video games. Samurai Warriors, and Zelda: Majora's Mask.

I should probably head out, I have much more to do on the internet...Much more.

Until next time,
Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch.
~Kataron