Creepy Doll

Greetings, oh readers of the blog.

Kataron here, it's midnightish after youth group and I recently got home. Youth group was good, but the rest of the week has been non-descript. I mean, I got sick, and was sick for a few days, but it didn't really change much that I did. I continued to crawl out of bed at noon, watch Star Trek, and try to entertain myself until it was time to sleep again. And by the Gods, it was boring. Although I have made one improvement, I actually got around to typing up my resume. My mom made copies of it at work, and now I have some resumes just waiting to be passed out around Rockwood. Although when that actually happens, I don't know, because dropping off resumes has the potential for a short awkward interaction with whoever I hand it to, and I will go to many heights to avoid awkwardness as a whole. But anyways...

I learned something tonight. Rick is FANTASTIC at thrusting. I mean, I've been thrusting randomly for years, but I generally do a *thrust* with a brief pause at the peak of the thrust, before I bring it back in, possibly for another go. Rick doesn't stop at all. He's got the fluent motion of a pendulum swinging, but...Much faster than a pendulum generally goes. For all of you that haven't seen the boy thrust, you should! It's absolutely freaking hilarious, both because it's Rick and because he does it so damn well.

Other than that, we didn't do much at youth group. Dave wasn't there, so I hung out with Eric, Rick, and Rebecca, as well as Tony and Dylan to minor extents. Dylan being a kid that used to come by the drop-in but stopped. He's not a particularly bad kid, but he's a bit weird. Tony, I only really talked to about World of Warcraft, but that was fun. I don't even think I need to mention the Andrew factor here, as that should by now go without saying, what with him being the drop-in leader and all.

We hung around, ate food, and listened to music a lot. Eric and Andrew even did...uhhh...I dunno exactly how to describe it...Actions? To some of the songs. It was like watching a really messed up, incredibly low-budget and completely devoid of bikini-girls music video. But hilarious nonetheless. Rick and I added our little bits, but Eric and Andrew were the most...interesting in their actions. Yeah.

Oh, and it turns out that Dwayne has started his own youth group-ish thing. For younger kids. It started tonight, I think. The volunteers I noted were Dwayne himself, and a weird older lady that got mad at Andrew last time we had a kareoke night because she planned out things for the younger kids to do around the bonfire without discussing them with Andrew, and then was mad when none of them happened. They're up in the church, so they're in a completely seperate building than us, but they also seem to use the yard that we on occasion use. Which may become an issue if we both want to use it at the same time, but we don't do much on it anymore, especially with it cooling down and all, so it probably won't matter for a while. But yeah. I still dislike that guy greatly. Just sayin'.

*stretches*

Tim Horton's was fun after youth group. It was just myself, Andrew, and Eric, as Dave wasn't there tonight and Rick had to get up in the morning for work. The car ride there was...interesting. Let me give you folks a piece of advice: It may not be a good idea to hold your fists up high and letting others hear your battlecry when it's SO GODDAMN COLD OUT. Honestly, my arm felt like it was on fire with coldness. It's one of those songs where you just have to roll down the window and raise your arm outside while driving. We do it a lot, actually. Usually a few times a week on the way to Timmie's, or the way to Dave's, or the way back home to Rockwood. It's much fun, but it's getting far too cold.

Have you ever had food that literally tasted unhealthy? I have! And tonight I had such food. Bob was working, who seems to be a decent guy. He knows Eric, so Eric got extra cream cheese on his bagel, and I got some extra butter. I mean, like, two to three times more butter than I'd normally get. It was...It was delicious. It was like soaking something completely in butter, and then eating it. And dammit, butter makes everything better! But even as I ate it, I knew that "Shit, this can't be good for me". And it wasn't! The area where I'm told my heart is still feels kinda weird. Not as bad as it did for a while on the ride home, what with some tightness and pain, but it cleared up. Heh, being healthy is for suckas! Meh, I seem to still be alive, so I'm good. It's not often I eat something so unhealthy...I mean, not that I'm opposed to it, it just doesn't come about often, you know? The last time I can remember is...Perogies, at Jared's house. We didn't have any oil, so we fried them ENTIRELY IN BUTTER. Ye gods it was good. I mean, woo. It tasted like cheese fried in butter. Hell yeah! But yeah, butter seems to be the key factor in food this unhealthy. Which means I should either cut back on it, or put more butter on EVERYTHING. Which I could do. I'm cool like that.

Anyways, even the ride home was good. Eric had something he needed to do in Guelph tomorrow, so we dropped in off at somebody's house and headed home. Which actually turned out to make things more interesting in the car. Not that Eric's a bad guy, it's just that when he was there, we pretty much just listened to music, with some occasional cracking wise and laughter. With just Andrew and myself in the vehicle, we started talking about stuff. Relationship stuff to start off with, he told me about some stuff with his brother, then about some girls he'd dated, then I told him about some girls I'd dated, and then we got to my house. But instead of getting out and going inside and doing this, we hung out in his car and talked about stuff for another...I dunno, I kinda lost track of time. Half hour, forty-five minutes, somewhere around that. We talked about a lot of stuff. Religion a lot, people, society in general, all sorts of stuff. It was one of those conversations that you just get so into that you don't want it to stop, but eventually you run out of things to say. Or in my case, need to use the washroom really badly. But it was one of those conversations that just leaves you in a state of...being content with everything. Which is a good state to be in. I wish I had more conversations like that. It's when you know you're talking about something that matters, and that you know the other person understands what you're saying, and is also making good points, and it's really a good conversation all around.

I'm still riding off of the intellectual buzz of the conversation. And talking about religion is fun. I mean, nobody's been able to sway me in any direction thus far. So I'll issue a challenge to everybody out there.

Try and convert me to whatever religion you like before I go off to college next year. I tried this on a forum once, but it wasn't taken all that seriously. I mean, people were joking about stuff, and one guy argued for being a Viking. Which was the coolest of the choices, but yeah. So if anybody wants to try their hand at converting me to whatever they so desire, I'm open for discussion.

In fact, I think I'm going to prepare something for the devo we do at the end of the night at the drop-in. It's the part of the evening that we deal with religion in general, usually with something prepared by Andrew. I'm going to try to think of something to get into a discussion with people, which should be good. I mean, as long as people take it seriously and aren't Tony, we can get an actual good discussion going. So I'm hopeful.

Oh, and I'm not sure if I've talked about Jonathan Coulton on here. He's stolen my heart with his songs. I don't think there are any songs on his entire site that I actually dislike. For the last year, he's been updating his site every Friday, putting up a song a week. He called it "Thing a Week", and it's just ended with his fifty-second week. That's one year, and that is IMPRESSIVE. Plus the fact that so many of these songs are just so damn good.

Go here. Go here now.

You can listen to any of his songs off of the site for free, and they're...They're FANTASTIC.

Some of my favourites are:

Big Bad World One (TAW V)
You Ruined Everything (TAW V)
Make You Cry (TAW V)
Till The Money Comes (TAW IV)
Chiron Beta Prime (TAW III)
Re Your Brains (TAW III)
Code Monkey (TAW III)
Todd The T1000 (Our Bodies, Ourselves, Our Cybernetic Arms)
Skullcrusher Mountain (Where Tradition Meets Tomorrow)
Betty And Me (Where Tradition Meets Tomorrow)
I'm Having A Party (Smoking Monkey)
Ikea (Smoking Monkey)
I Hate California (Smoking Monkey)

So if you've got some time, check it out. The site is fantastic, the songs we well-written, well-played, and well-sung. I mean, when I first heard about it, I was mostly told of the zombie song, Re Your Brains, but when I listened to the other stuff, it's just fantastic. Particularly the things near the top of the site, I'm so very fond of quiet, mellow songs with acoustic guitars. Plus the fact that the songs that aren't sad are FREAKING HILARIOUS. Ikea is a great one. Tom Cruise Crazy makes me laugh. But yeah, check it out. Link's above the songs. I'm on the site whenever I'm on the computer, unless I'm watching tv.

I mean, there are still songs on here I haven't listened to yet. I hadn't listened to "Creepy Doll" until a few minutes ago, but I love it. It's in Thing a Week V. Songs like that, where they tell a story, absolutely grand, if done well. And this one is done well.

*glee*

Anyways, that's it for me tonight.

Until next time,
Yeah, hi? Saved the world from complete doom at least twice now, I think I'm due for a goddamn vacation.
~Kataron

Make You Cry

Hey folks.

Well, the weekend's over, but I got to see my friends at youth group, and I hung out with Rick for a few hours on Saturday night, so I'm cool with it. Now, though, I have another week of boringness where I'll tell myself I'm going to find a job and then rarely leave the house. And we might actually start cleaning out the basement this week...Which I still dread. But ah well, as long as I'm all Coked up, it hardly matters to me. And I'll damn well better be Coked up for working in the basement. Surely my dad can spare a few bucks for me to go down to the store and pick up a few bottles of happiness. See, I know I have a problem, but I don't care. Even if I go through over two litres of precious precious Coca-Cola classic, I don't care.

Anyways, I've been watching a lot of Buffy the Vampire Slayer lately. I love that show with a fiery passion.

But you know what I don't like? Emo music. God, I fucking hate emo music. Especially when it's all screaming and such...Gah! What's the point of making a song if nobody anywhere ever can really understand what the fuck you're saying? Why? Why would you do that? WHY?! WAAAAAAZLATAJWAO! See, that makes about as much sense as some of the music I've heard.

But yeah, emo music pisses me off. All those whiny little bitches singing about how some girl made them sad. Oh, suck it the fuck up. You think you're the only ones that have problems with the ladies? Most of us just bitch about it normally, but YOU. You have to bitch about it in rhyme. You think you're better than me because you've got a fucking rhyming dictionary, is that it? Well, fuck you and your rhyming dictionaries. Bastards. And maybe it wouldn't suck so much if some of you could actually play decent music as well. Not that any sort of background music can make up for lyrics about crying and hurting yourself and shit like that. Wah wah wah the knife cuts my skin wah wah wah I just can't win. That's all I hear when I hear emo music. It makes me wonder if maybe I should do them a favour, and just kill them myself, because they don't have the guts to do it, they just want to sing about it.

I particularly hate Simple Plan. Not only does their music suck, but they're frenchies to boot. I just want to dkick them. That's Mordor for 'drop kick them across the room'. Ohhhhhh yeah. Do they really think their lives are that bad? They're a horribly successful band (for reasons I just can't seem to divine), they've got plenty of money, and still they sing about how bad their lives are. What the hell?

You know, most of these bands don't even have good reason to be sad. Aww, boo-hoo, your girlfriend broke up with you. You had issues with your parents. You get fun of because you wear make-up to school. Yeah, well, there are orphans and shit in third world countries that would kill to have lives like yours. You people have no idea what suffering is. You bastards. And hey, I'm not saying I don't know what it's like, but I don't try to make a living bitching about how shitty my life is. So here we are.

Now I'm irritated. I'ma go watch some Buffy, then sleep, 'cause I'm kind of sick.

Until next time,
Why the fuck don't I have wings? I would kick much more ass if I had wings. Or a tail. Fuck yeah.
~Kataron

Casimir Pulaski Day

Hey hey kiddies.

Kataron here, passing the time.

So, there are some new shows on this season. I'm excited for two of them. Well, two of the new ones. House is there, and I can't not be excited for House.

The two other shows are interesting, though...One being Smith, and it's another one of those crime shows, but this time from the perspective of the criminals. Which is awesome. But to make awesome MORE awesome, it has Jonny Lee Miller in it! I'm not going to lie. I'm in love with that man. <3

The other shows just started last night, and it's called Jericho. Which is the name of a small town in the show. They're all just sitting around, and then BOOM! Denver gets blown up. And BOOM! Atlanta's gone too. What else is gone?! They don't know! Instead, they must face the possibility that they're the only ones left, and try to stay together as a town whilst the world around the crumbles. It's cool. Plus I like the main actor, even if I can't remember his name.

Needless to say, I was impressed with it. But yeah, those are looking to be my three shows of the season. House, Smith, and Jericho.

And I still think that television was so very much better in the 90's. With vampires, and stereotypes, and DECENT cartoons that weren't at all like the crap they show these days. I mean, come on. COME ON. *backhands whoever came up with the idea to make "Viva Pinata" a show*

Yeah.

Other than that, I haven't been up to much. Just...Watching tv on my computer. I've now seen what they have so far in Avatar season two, which is AWESOME! We're only up to about episode two on tv in Canada...But I've seen to episode eleven now. It's such a good show.

I miss the days of Buffy. Why the hell don't we have a show about vampires, dammit?! They're so cool! There should ALWAYS be vampire shows on the air. There should be a vampire channel. Yeah, I stand by that.

*checks out his video game news sources*

Score! Everybody that says that Nintendo deals mostly with kiddie games can go suck it. The Wii will feature games from all sorts of genres and publishers, including Take Two, which got in trouble for all that GTA stuff. There will be mature games on the Wii. Fuck. Yeah. I'm excited. EA will even be bringing over "The Godfather" to the Wii. Glee! Glee for the Wii!

I have a new hat. I'll take a picture of it later. NO. I'll make a video. I haven't done that in a while, so I'll try my hand at that again tonight. Yeah. I'll do that. But for now, I'm gonna go play video games or something. I think Rick's going to be going to his dad's this weekend, meaning he'll want Drakengard 2 back. Maybe I'll give it one last shot at the third run through, and then I'll give up. I've gotten the first two endings on Normal and Hard modes, but Extreme mode is a BITCH.

Anyways...

Until next time,
Everything needs a banjo.
~Kataron

Getting Into You

Whoa. I just saw my post counter dealy, apparently I'm at five hundred and ninety-nine. Making this post six hundred. Woo!

Television was so much better in the 90's. So much better. Television these days sucks. I mean, I'm not aware of a single vampire show currently on air, and we don't even have a freakin' Star Trek going. COME ON.

I've got your next two Star Treks right here.

First, you gotta get some new Trekkies, dammit. Starfleet Academy. I mean, what Trekkie hasn't wondered what they teach there?! Bring back some favourite characters from the other shows as teachers, pop in some younger actors with some of that teen drama, and bam, you've got yourself a show. Idiot kids will think they're watching a teen show, but don't realize that there's all that science fiction going on in the background. Not only are you making a quality show, but you're drawing in the next generation of Trekkies. Brilliant!

Then when you've got a new generation of geeks, you throw out the next series. I was in love with Voyager, and loved the time travelling episodes. Hell, I love the time travelling episodes in any and all of the series. But do you remember in Voyager when they found some time-travellers from Starfleet trying to uphold the Temporal Prime Directive? Hells yeah, that should be a show. That would be AWESOME.

Yeah.

I hate it when people say that things "Can't be described by words". Yes they can. You just described them. Obscurely and vaguely, but technically. And even if you wanted to describe it further, you could. Clearly you just don't have the vocabulary to describe it. Get a thesaurus, sit down, and think.

But then, I also hate thesauruses. See, I don't even know if that's spelled right. But I don't care, because it's a stupid word. And nothing means the same as it. Ironic, huh? Bah. I hate 'em. Only giant geeks have them, and not the good kind of geeks. If you carry one around, even just in your backpack or whatever, you need a life. And oh yes, Nate's telling you that you need a life. I sit around my house playing video games all day until everybody goes to bed, and then I go on my computer into the wee hours of the morning. And I'm telling you to get a life. You must suck.

Aaaaaaanyways.

It recently came to my attention that there are Wizards on Mars. Don't tell me how I learned of it. Classified. Only my MOST LOYAL henchmen can learn of my methods.

Anyways, I'll tell you a little history lesson. Back in 1306...Well, I know that time began in 1952, but the Wizards thought "Hey, let's go back in time!" not realizing that there was no time to go back into. Upon travelling back in time, they CREATED time before 1952. Which was then recreated, for reals, in 1952, thus erasing everything done before it, in the society built by the Wizards and their folk.

Yeah, it's pretty messed up. Anyways, here we are in 1306. I forget how long the Wizards had been around before that, but they wore weird hats, and 1306 was the year that the Wizard War began.

There were eight major players in this was.

The White Council, with their cliche name. But hey, this was back in the days before it was dumb, so cut them some slack. Anyways, they thought of themselves as the good guys, and were onf of the three powerhouses of the war.

Then there were the bad guys. Hell, even they called themselves the bad guys. They called themselves, The Black Rule, and practiced some pretty heavy-duty unpleasant magic. They were another major powerhouse.

Yeah, I know, white and black, blah blah blah cliche, but shut up, man. Shut up. This was in a time before cliches, dammit! And they were the only two white/black/coloursatall groups anyway.

The third major group in the war was the House of Awesome. Yes, it's a strange name, but they were the sons and daughters of Wizards from all sorts of groups, and they came together to try their hand at some more...revolutionary magics. Unfortunately, most of them lacked any real creativity, and thought that House of Awesome was...well, awesome.

Then there were five more...Minor groups.

Three that were more involved in the war, one that was neutral, and another that was wiped out immediately upon the start of the conflict.

The League of Contempt was one of the involved ones. A group of middle-aged Wizards that hate everybody. They were particularly irritated by the House of Awesome, both by their horrid name, and by the series of pranks that the House of Awesome pulled on them...And pranks with magic involve a lot more fire and monkeys, let me tell you.

Another involved called themselves "The Sages". Older Wizards, mostly sat around talking about the weather until the war broke out, then they revealed that they weren't NEARLY as senile as the others had thought them to be.

The last majorly involved group was The Fellowship of Fury. Just a bunch of pissed off Wizards that liked to fight and show of their own powers. They're as close to barbarians as Wizards can get, always picking fights (but usually not wars) against any opponents they could.

Then there was the neutral group, The Blissful Company. Only they really understood their name, which was referring to the phrase "Ignorance is Bliss". They didn't care about anything else that was going on in the Wizarding World. They just kind of sat back in reclining chairs and let things go. Yeah, they had reclining chairs back then. They were Wizards. From the future. Deal with it.

The last group was the Pertians, who were actually french Wizards from the future. They were the first to be attacked. They surrendered immediately, but were still completely and utterly slaughtered by their relentless foes. It was...well, it was pathetic. I'm not sure they realized that "perte" is french for loss. Or so my sources inform me.

But yeah. I could make a long story out of this, but I've spent this much time just on the groups, so I won't bother. There was a lot of fighting, but eventually the remnants of the six other groups forced The Black Rule to leave the Earth forever.

There were some pretty epic battles, leaving the world FOREVER SCARRED! Until it was all reset in 1952 by the reboot of time, of sorts. Yeah.

Anyways, they were booted to Mars. To Mars!

You may be asking yourselves how they survived the time reset. There's a very long and complicated answer involving quantum physics, but I'm just going to say "Magic".

Anyways, it all led to Wizards being on Mars, and they are PISSED. Pissed at the White Council, mostly, even though they were pretty much all caught in the time-reset. That or they're dead by now. But try telling that to The Black Rule. Well, it's tough for two reasons. One because they wouldn't listen, and two because they're on freakin' Mars.

So I suggest that all of you take defensive actions to prepare. I know I have. I have a giant mech suit in the basement. I call it "The Magic". It's pretty epic. Fires missiles, and has a laser sword. Well, it did. I kinda broke it.

I love Bit Torrent. You can download whole shows off of it. It's...It's beautiful. I can't believe I've been oblivious to it for so long. I have so much time to make up for, and only limited hard drive space. Sigh...

Oh, wow, I just realized that I hadn't updated since Thursday. Sorry folks, busy weekend. Dave came over, so did Eric. Watched some House. At some perogies. Watched some more House. Then Eric left, and Dave and I watched a movie/some tv until we finally crashed on various pieces of furniture in my living room.

I dreamed about getting really sick. I think I was gonna die. Then something woke me up. It's probably because of so much House. I assume that, had the dream continued, House would have cured me.

Speaking of which, new episode tomorrow/technicallytoday! Wheeee!

And with that, I go to continue searching the internet for sources of entertainment. Goodnight, folks.

Until next time,
One day I'm going to cook pancakes for somebody. MAYBE POISON PANCAKES! Beware.
~Kataron

Beep Beep...Boop?

Greetings, oh readers of the blog.

Here I come to rant and rave about things that I'm thinking about, yes!

The first of which is something I saw on the news at Rick's house tonight after watching some Naruto. It's another one of those shootings where they blame the video games. Mind you, from what they said the guy seemed fixated on games. But then, you can't trust what the media says. They've got their own propaganda, their own set of facts that they like to claim as the truth. Apparently the guy's two favourite games were The Columbine Shooting Massacre RPG, and Postal 2.

First off, you have to wonder what kind of deranged person would make a game based off of the Columbine shootings....But then you have to realize that a lot of games based on wars are also based off of actual events, sooooo...Just saying.

But yeah. And Postal 2. That game is fucked up, but so much fun. I observed the demo being played over at Rick's house. It was...Interesting. If I do recall correctly, while playing the game, Rick urinated on a dog and then killed it with a shovel.

But yeah. As I've said every time with issues like this, you can't just look at video games and decide that they're guitly, and that all people that play video games will turn into murderers. If you think that, I will MURDER YOU. Err...Not murder. Maim. Yeah. Anyways, the guy clearly had issues beforehand, otherwise the video games wouldn't have affected him so. And if it hadn't been video games, it would have been violent movies. And if it hadn't been violent movies, it would have been books about war. People don't kill people. People with IMAGINATIONS kill people.

...Yeah.

All it takes is a couple of idiots that play video games and decide to do something stupid, and we get fucktards like Jack Thompson, blaming video games for all of the world's problems. Well, fuck you, Jack. I'm glad we haven't heard anything from you in ohso long.

But yeah. I'm not going to get any more into the video game ranting than that. Because it irritates me.

GASP!

THE WII IS COMING OUT!

November...19th, if memory serves. I forget how many launch titles they've got set, but I do recall that they've got thirty "Classic games" for the virtual console ready to play. That depresses me, as part of me hoped (though I knew it would not be...) that they might make use of ROM technology already in place, and then hey, there are tons of games already out there, but they're not using ROMs, so they've only got thirty vintage titles right off the bat. I'm sure they were well-chosen, though, and I'm sure more will come.

And the system's only two hundred and fifty bucks. Needless to say, I'm more excited than you will EVER KNOW. I had dreams last night about the Wii. Many dreams.

Yeah, I know, I'm pathetic. Bite me, asses.

At least I own a trenchcoat. Bitches.

Anyways...I'm bored a lot these days. I need to find a job, and I know that, but I don't know where to look. I'd much prefer something in Rockwood, so I'm not taking the bus into guelph, another bus to work, a bus back to the first place after work, and another bus home. That'd be costly in the end. So I want to find something around Rockwood, within walking distance, that doesn't involve me cooking, and preferably not taking orders of the food variety. I worry about getting things wrong.

But yeah. If anybody knows of any open positions at places that Nate would like, then I'm willing to listen. I'd also be willing to go to Guelph for work if it's a job I'd actually enjoy, such as some sort of electronics store, something like that. Shrug.

I want my dad to go back to work so I'll have the house to myself again. I prefer it that way. He's been bitching at me a lot lately about stupid crap. Right now I'm expected to do a bunch of chores and stuff, and he tries to make me get to them, and do them his way. I prefer to do them in my own way, and get to them at my own pace. And by my own pace, I mean "After Star Trek". The sooner he's back to work the happier I'll be around the house. Hell, maybe I'll even write up that resume and such when I'm not worried about him telling me to do the dishes, or help him with some inane household task.

We'll see.

Tomorrow is Friday, which means the weekend is almost upon us! You may think that this would mean very little to me, seeing as how I don't have school or anything, but it means my friends will be around, and that's great. I never get to see anybody these days except James, and he's usually just calling me a nerd. Now I'll get to see Rick! And Eric! And Dave, tomorrow! Yay!

I miss Future Johnny. Guys, tell him I love him. He's my son, you know. From the future. And his mother's a robot. A HOT robot.

And with that, I'm off.

Until next time,
I'm telling you, THAT'S HIM. That's the guy that stole Christmas. He's wearing a fucking Santa suit, for God's sake.
~Kataron

Big Boom

Am I the only one that's tired of hearing about 9/11? And am I an ass for saying it?

I mean, honestly. It's been five years. Five years since a horrible tragedy, mind you, but five years. Unless you personally lost somebody in the "attack", I think it's time to quit bitching about it.

You'll note the quotations around the word attack. I'm not yet convinced that it wasn't the government.

"Why, Nate?" you ask, "Why would the government purposefully kill that many of their own people?"

The obvious answer would be oil, but...You know, Canada has oil. Lots of sand and difficult to get at, but Canada may be next if Bush has his way. *taps nose*

But maybe it's some other answer that I simply cannot fathom, for whatever reason. I don't know. All I know is that I don't trust anything the American government says, and they were looking for a reason to get in there and get that damn oil.

But then, I'm the guy that doesn't trust governments in general. I read 1984 a few too many times.

Whenabouts did the government get all that dang power, anyway? I mean, there was a time before Canada was ruled by a government that spanned it's entirety...A time before laws and politicians and all that other junk.

I mean, they're just people, so why do they have all the power? Why do they get to make laws, change laws, defy the law, and expect all of us to follow them? It confuses me. I mean, sure. Government provides us with security and all that, but the more security we have, the fewer freedoms we have. And dammit, I want more freedoms. I want less security. I wanna live life on the edge.

Can you imagine how BORING things would be in fantasy stories if there was just some big old government watching over everything and telling the Hobbits to stop smoking their pipe-weed? We'd have half-pint protesters with the munchies all over the goddamn place. And nobody wants that.

Just imagine if Frodo had to stop at the edge of the Shire and show off his passport. Fuck that shit, man. Ring-Wraiths are THE MAN.

But yeah...I mean, I know I've got some of you thinking "Nate, if you've got all these problems with the government, then leave the country, go somewhere where the government isn't there and junk". Well, fuck that. I am LAZY. Plus I think we all know that I wouldn't last five minutes out there. I'd show up, and immediately be shot by some guy wearing a Nike track suit for some reason. And I don't want that. At all.

So, it's still technically the second year birthday of my blog. I celebrated by eating cake and watching House. Oh, House.

I'm still not sure how else to go about celebrating the blog's birthday...Well, I could have a party of sorts, but that requires effort, time, and funds. So instead I'll fiddle around with the new Bittorrent client I just downloaded. Can you believe I've never Torrent'ed before? Wacky!

But yeah. I'm not sure what else to say. I've talked about the government. And yeah.

I'm gonna keep playing with my torrent thing now.

Until next time,
Just wipe it off on the dog. He won't mind.
~Kataron

Two Goddamn Years

Hot damn, guys. I've been at this for two years now.

When I started this blog two years ago on this very day, I had no idea what it would become. I kinda figured I'd grow bored of it after a while. I certainly didn't expect anybody to actually read it, or give a damn what I had to say. And yet here I am, getting twenty or so unique hits a day from you people. Seriously, I love you guys. Well, most of you. Some of you. I'm sure I have enemies monitoring my movements via the blogsphere as well, and it certainly wouldn't be good form to say that I love my enemies.

*ahem*

Blog's birthday...I tried to think of something fancy and neat to do, but really...I couldn't think of anything. I could say that I'd go through my entire last year's archives and bitch about stuff and point out how awesome I've been, but I tried that last year and it got boring FAST.

I'm halfheartedly looking through my archives and thinking about how awesome I am, but yeah.

I remember the old blog-based zombie RP...I'm much more pleased with the forum version, even if the posting has slowed down some.

Man, I miss people. All the great friends I made over the year that I simply don't see anymore. Justin. Wyatt. Behrang. Justin again. God I miss him. I even miss people I used to know the year before, Erika and Beth and Nicky. But I think I've mentioned that at least semi-recently, so we'll move on.

Man, some things I said just REEK of awesome.

"How different would the world be to me if I wore gloves?"

COME ON! HOW AWESOME IS THAT?!

Oh, and we're getting good information for the t-shirt cause. We've found a place on-line that'll do them, it shouldn't cost too much (I'll have to cover shipping and junk), but I'm not sure what to put on them. I can have graphics and junk, but they need to be vector graphics.

So I just need to figure out what to slap on them, aside from from the obligatory "Katablog". I could have quotes from me, but...Well, that involves finding quotes from me, in two years worth of posts, numbering almost six hundred in number.

I used to get A LOT of spam. I almost miss that. I'm sorry, I'm still going over my old archives. I'll probably be doing that for a while. This is a crappy Two Year post, but I'll try to find time for another one later on, when it's more into today instead of just quarter to one in the morning.

Instead, I'll just find things in my archives that make me laugh and copy and paste them on here.

"If I was a tree, what kind of tree would I be? An Ent. Duh. ...What do you mean that's not a tree? Fuck you, who made you the High Inquisitor of fucking trees? Get bent."

"That is NOT where the moon should be."

God, when I read these post-enders I've done, it makes the ones I've put on recently seem crappy in comparison...I'll have to start making them more awesome.

"...You made me go back all that way for a fucking GLOWING FUCKING STONE?! Oh, I hate you so fucking much. *uses disintigration ring on stupid rabbit-man* EAT IT!"

"This entry has been brought to you by Coca-Cola. Just fuckin' drink it."

Hey, wait a minute! I never had that awesome marathon I wanted, with all those thought-provoking movies! You know...Eternal Sunshine, I Heart Huckabees, etc. I still need to do that.

"The square root of a fish is a piece of bacon."

"I am putty in your hands. You know, that putty that smells cool? Comes in the little plastic container? That's me. I can even do that imprint thing on paper. Snazzy!"

If you have time, I recommend you delve into my archives. Don't go back too far, though. I used to be a complete and utter idiot. I still am, but now I hide it by making fun of other people.

"Just face it. I'm right and you're wrong. When you really think about it, you have no reason to live."

"You know damn well that the Hokey Pokey is what it's all about."

"To the Undead Capitol city! Wait, why do they have a capitol city? Nevermind, let's just burn it down."

I kinda feel, seeing how my blog used to be, that I've started censoring myself more or something. Which may or may not be true. It could be because I realized that "The Man" was monitoring my blog, and I felt uncomfortable. Or...I dunno. I'll see what I can do about it. I wonder if "The Man" still reads.

"I'm stealthy like a ninja, only with better insurance."

I remember back when the Wii was going to be the Nintendo Revolution. That sounded SO MUCH cooler. I miss that name.

"Hopefully he won't bring a hatchet."

And then there was that philosophy project I did about God. I miss Charlotte, too. She made that class fun!

"Somewhere out there exists somebody who believes the exact opposite of you. In everything. Your duty as a person is to find this opposite and kill them."

And then there was that time I got suspended for calling Kathryn a bitch.

Well, she's still a bitch. A big ole bitchy bitch. And what's anybody gonna do about it? SUSPEND ME FROM NOTHING?! *laughs maniacally*

And then there was that time I went to see the midnight showing of X3 on opening day...

Good times.

And then there was that time when they limited by computer use at school to only during my last period class, and never got the timing right so I always had to wait until about five minutes into the period before I could log in. Not such good times.

I even remember the text document conversation I had with Erin over the computer we shared in our different computer classes. I've been talking to her a lot on MSN recently, she's really cool. In fact, I asked her out the other week. She said yes. But we still haven't found time to actually SEE each other.

"You've won this round, Gadget...But you won't have that girl around forever! One day some chump will knock her up, and then she'll have a kid to care for...Then my day will come, Gadget."

And then there were those issues with Dwayne. Well, fuck you, Dwayne! WE WON!

Yeah.

Just finished my last year's worth or archives. Without reading most of them, mind you. I skimmed occasionally to see what was going on, but mostly I just read my final comment things that I end posts with. I love those.

So, I need ideas for t-shirts and what they should say, as well as ideas for any graphics I might want to put on them. No jpg's, though, only vector graphics. Any input would be greatly appreciated.

But for now, I'm gonna go sleep. I don't know why, but I'm terribly terribly tired.

I'll try to come in with another "Two Year" post later on today when I know what the hell I'm talking about.

Until next time,
It's rudimentary, my dear Watson. What? Elementary? No, that's stupid. That word doesn't even start with R. God, Watson. You damn drunk.
~Kataron

No Pressure...

Okay, no pressure...No pressure...My blog is officially two years old as of tomorrow. So I have to work on something special for all of you loyal readers. Seriously, I love you guys. If I didn't have people to listen to me bitch about pointless stuff, I'd probably kill myself and Jared. It's common knowledge that one of us can't survive without the other. Speaking of which, Jared, with my horrible diet and hatred of doctors (Except Doctor House. And you know, his team. Oh, and Wilson. And Cuddy. I'd hit that. BOOYAH!), we don't have long to go. *smiles*

Oh, speaking of Jared, he's on t-shirt duty. Yes, I know, I've spoken of t-shirts for this blog for a LONG FREAKING TIME, but now it's not me looking into it, it's Jared! Good old henchman. Speaking of henchmen, I now have three! Jared, Rebecca, and Ryan. Jared and Ryan I recruited over MSN, Rebecca volunteered at the youth group. I remember these things.

So yeah. I'll work on something nifty for tomorrow, and if Jared doesn't fail miserably, we'll have t-shirts soon. Who WOULDN'T want to wear a t-shirt advertising my blog?! Please don't answer that. I have very low self-esteem already, don't kick me while I'm down.

...*ahem*

Oh, right, it was my birthday yesterday and junk. Well, technically right now two days ago. But still.

I got drunk in James' backyard. It was interesting. People were there. I bought some cheesies. James owes me money for something.

It was good. And I got House: Season Two on DVD. I'm pleased with myself. I watched one episode with James and Devon on my birthday, and five with Eric today. Then we ate some honey garlic chicken and rice. Fuck yeah.

I'm tired. Tomorrow (Today's tomorrow. Today being the 11th, technically, as we're two hours into it) is the blog birthday...The 12th, the day of my very first post back in the day. Though it would have been the eleventh if I'd posted an hour earlier. Ah well. I was an idjit back then. Still am. Bite me.

Fuck it, I'm gonna randomly Google a few more things, then go to bed.

Until next time,
Better than most. Better than you. Maybe not better than barbeque.
~Kataron

Chiron Beta Prime

In my world, whenever I speak, an invisible man that follows me around plays a twangy, pounding, porno-style bass-line. It makes things SO much cooler.

I mean, think about it.

Me without Bass: My life is dull and meaningless.

Me with Bass: I AM THE ULTIMATE. *heavy bass-line in background*

Yeaaaaaaaaaaah. I have too much free time.

But I did come up with a couple cool names for RP characters tonight. For an Orc, I've got Rawl Barrak. How cool is THAT?! Very. Dave came up with that one. It's the name of my new Orc brewer/bounty hunter/assassin in Andrew and Eric's RP thing. I still need to work out what I own, look like, and what my background is, but all of these things can be done in time.

Another name is Jad. I don't know what would use the name Jad, but whatever it is, it's gotta be cool. Jad. Yeah.

Oh, midnight passed. That means I'm now officially 19. Neat. I don't feel any older. I never do, really. Ah well. It's all good. Now I can buy booze, not that I'm overly excited about that.

Oh, there was a bit of fuss at the youth group tonight. I believe I mentioned the fire started last week, did I not? What...? I didn't? Weird.

Anyways, last week, some people started a fire behind the church, burning some of the drop-in's cards as well as some pamphlets and business cards from the Rockwood Karate Club. I don't really care who did it, I kind of assumed Ethan, although I'd defend him against anybody that said it was him. *shrug*

Anyways, it wasn't a large fire or anything, just being a bit of paper, but somebody saw it and called the fire department. They showed up, looked around, gave us a little talk. Even Dwayne showed up with a flashlight and looked around, probably because the fire chief that showed up was his brother. Which is almost ironic, considering that his last pet store burned to the ground. IRONY! Anyways, I had basically forgotten about it, but apparently the people at the church had been talking about it. Some older ones wanted to kick us out, but they always want to kick us out. Old people are generally unpleasant.

Anyways, tonight Peter came in and gave us a two-page sheet talking about it. I didn't bother reading the first page, as it made repeated references to God that I found too dull to go through. The second page was where they told us that we had to "write a letter of apology", pay back whatever amount of money the business cards and pieces of paper were worth. A tragedy. And we also have to have a talk from the fire chief about fires being bad. Which is dumb.

So anyways, first the letter of apology. That offends us because we didn't fucking do anything, and some or our shit got burned too. So why should we have to apologize to the Karate Club because some of our (I mean our collectively, us and them) shit was burned? Did we ask for an apology when we left a bunch of Coke in the fridge, dispersed for our week, and got back to find it missing while the Karate Club had been in there? No. And that had...You know, actual value. And deliciousness. And yet they want us to apologize for what happened while we were all busy inside not burning things? Fuck that. We decided that at best, we'd write a half-hearted letter of concern that we didn't really mean, and say that it sucks when stuff like that happens, but we didn't do it. We toyed around with the letter for a while tonight, but ended up instead writing a comical letter of sympathy to the family of Steve Irwin, the recently deceased Crocodile Hunter. We're awesome like that.

The paying back for the paper is really kinda pointless, but offends me anyway. Because I'm just like that. And because Andrew hasn't gotten paid in three months. And dammit, I like Andrew! He drives down once a week from Burlington just to run that thing, and he hasn't been getting paid? It must cost enough just in gas to get to and from place. Bastards. If anybody deserves to get paid, it's Andrew. But whatever, I guess we'll pay a few bucks for paper lost, if it's any more than that it's bullshit.

And for the fire chief talk, I just won't stick around for that. I know that fires are bad unless contained within something designed to keep them. LIKE A FIREPLACE. I don't go around burn stuff to amuse myself. And I was inside while the fire was occuring, so I really don't feel the need to be punished with a boring lecture on why fire is bad. So I'll avoid it. I can do that, because I don't care.

The leader of the Karate Club is now worried that she'll have to lock up all her stuff just to keep it safe. And you know what? That's not a bad fucking idea. Lock your shit up, it's what WE HAVE TO DO WITH OUR POP NOW, DAMMIT. So they might as well lock their shit up, too. And god dammit, why the fuck do they need to hang their shitty pictures on the walls of the RENTAL hall? We've been there for over five years, and we don't hang shit. Because we understand that people other than us use the hall. But you, you have to hang your stupid sensei license on the wall? You have to hang your picture of the tiger or whatever the fuck it was I don't really remember on the wall? Do you have to hang that UGLY picture of that person? That person that we can't for the life of us determine the gender of? Is it a woman? Is it a man? Who the fuck is it, and why is it on the wall of a rental hall.

Dammit, people. Dammit. What the hell? Crap ass fuck bitch.

Now I feel better again. Anyways, I'm going for a one in the morning walk with Dave and Eric. Later, fools.

Until next time,
Rawl is master brewer. Rawl brew ale. Rawl smash little men. Get it? Smash? See, it could mean smash as in just hit a bunch, or smash as in intoxicate. Oh, Nate. You crack me up.
~Kataron

RE: Your Brains

Hey.

Looks like my dad decided that home renovations should be done as soon as Ethan's back at school and mom's back at work. And lo and behold, when he needs a hand he calls upon the slumbering form of Nate. I'm very irritable when I have to get up before noon, 'specially when I go to bed at some point in the morning.

The first day of school was the worst. Today was better. Yesterday I spent four hours of my afternoon taking those god-awful bricks out from under my fireplace and stacking them in the driveway. Those bricks have been in there longer than I have been. Just in general. Meaning that strange animals have been urinating in there for years. So much dust. My god, I inhaled a lot of it. I'm probably going to die. James stopped by and helped. Made the work go a lot faster. It looks a hell of a lot better now. Today we picked up some slate tiles to put in there. It's going to look GRAND. But yeah, the worst is behind me. The dust and the bricks, all done with. Everything else with that will be...Clean, at least. Well, as clean as such things can be.

Yeah.

So, that's been my past two days. Well, that and planning my birthday festivities with James. I'm getting drunk. Since it's legal as of Saturday, I figure what the hell. Might as well see what it's like, since I've avoided it for the first nineteen years of my life. So I'm gonna get smashed. *shrug* It will be a new experience for me, if nothing else.

I bought The United States of Leland on VHS from my video store. Good movie, I figured I should own it. Now I do, and the cycle is complete.

Now, I seem to remember Sebbi asking me why it was that I hate Pepsi so much. I can answer that in five simple words.

I am a Corporate Whore.

I won't deny it. I also won't deny that if I made "I am" into "I'm", I coulda made it four words, but that's neither here nor there.

When you fall so completely in love with something, as I have with Coke, you take its side on virtually anything. And when it comes down to Coke and Pepsi, I see no middle ground. You like Coke better or you like Pepsi better. Those stranded in the middle will die during the Beverage Wars (coming 2013)!

Yes...The Beverage Wars...Never before will there have been such pointless bloodshed. Corporate America turned on Corporate America! WHO WILL WIN?! WHO WILL BE THE VICTOR, THE ULTIMATE BEVERAGE??!!?! The results may SHOCK you.

Which is why I'm not telling. Because then one of you will have a heart attack, and I'll have a lawsuit on my hands, and I don't have the attention span for that right now, dammit.

So, to sum it up Sebbi, I hate Pepsi because it is the rival of Coke, and because the people that run it are dicks. I mean, have you SEEN the commercials? Their commercials are basically trying to say that Coke sucks compared to them. It's shameful. Coke just tries to say "Hey man. Have a Coke". AND I WILL. I WILL HAVE A COKE. THANK YOU, POLAR BEAR.

I love that goddamn bear. Love him.

*wanders off*

Until next time,
When corporations collide, stock brokers ride around on horses with flails. It's true.
~Kataron

Goodbye...

My cat died tonight.

I knew it was coming, but it still hurts like hell.

He was an old cat, too. Very old. My dad estimates seventeen years of age, but I'm not sure. That would have meant that I had gotten him when I was two years old. It's around seventeen, though. He was older than my brother was. I was so young when I got him that I decided that "T-Rex" was a good name for him. We found him in the backyard. Well, my dad did. A family of strays. What would become my cat, and two other kittens. I wanted to keep one, so I did. I picked the tabby. The other two were black cats. We already had a black cat. He was small. So small that we needed to feed him with an eye-dropper.

He'd been on the verge of death for a long time, though. I would see him lying somewhere, and I'd stop and pet him just to feel him inhale and exhale, just to be sure he was still with me. I was so afraid that he would go like that, without warning. He didn't. We saw it coming. He'd been sick all weekend. Barely moving, throwing up whatever he ate. He wasn't even able to climb the stairs anymore. So we put him in a box with something in the bottom to make it comfortable, and we let him sleep. My dad was with him when he died.

And tomorrow, we bury him in the backyard. Tomorrow, I bury my dead cat.

My dad's already offered to get me another one. He said he finds it easier to move on when you get a new one right away. I'm not opposed to getting another one, but I want some time to pass before we do. It wouldn't feel right to try to replace him so shortly after his death.

He lived well, and he died on his own terms. One of the few pets we've had that we didn't have to put down. He just...fell asleep.

I miss him already. I'm just glad I don't have to get up and go to school tomorrow. I don't know if I could deal with it.

The World Needs More Fist-Fights.

hey hey.

Didn't want to bother with another video post at the present, because I get nervous. You may not think it from reading my blog, but I'm hella-shy. Videos of me freak me out.

Anyways, it's Saturday night/Sunday morning. Now technically morning, one in the am. School starts again on Tuesday, and it's feeling weird. This will be the first September in...Let's see...Five years of high school, plus grades one through eight, plus that other year that occurs before grade one. Fourteen years. It'll be the first September in fourteen years that I'm not going back to school.

And I'm not really sure how to feel 'bout all this. On one hand, I don't have to deal with any schoolin' for another year when I go off to college. Which is pretty good, considering my old high school is run by some nazis. Coffey, Norlan, and this mystery one that's replacing Burns. Anything like the others, and they'll be evil. Hopefully won't be as bad. Hopefully. I did like it though, when one of the VP's had seniority over everybody else. Ah well. I'm done with that, and I pity those of you that will still have to deal with it.

I'm also looking back over my high school years. And even my pre-high school years. Back at Rockwood Centennial. I was a little tool back then. A shadow. Wasn't really my own person, I just kinda followed Jared around and did what Jared did. He wasn't a bad role model, either. He made me the nerd that I am today.

Then high school came around, and I started mutating into my own person. It was a slow and painful process, but it's helped carve out the Nate that you all know and love. Made new friends, lost some friends, made some enemies.

There are some people in particular that I miss. Elliott Shrive. I think that's how his first name was spelled. Great guy. I despised him for a while at Rockwood because he had this annoying habit of calling out to me whenever he saw me, speaking in an annoyingly high-pitched voice "Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy Nate!". That made me hate the boy for years. STUPID reason to dislike somebody, I know, but I'm Nate. Such things are to be expected. Then I started seeing him around high school, years later. Particularly on my first run through grade 12. I think he was in my Calculus class. Really nice guy. I miss him.

Now, who else was there...I miss Rachel. Her and that whole group were really nice. Rachel, other Rachel, Sarah, Vero, and others who I'm too tired to name. They were with my when my depression first hit back in...uhhh....I forget, grade ten or eleven. While ago now, hardly matters. Supportive group, them.

I also miss Beth. Beth and that whole group. Nicky (I think it was with a y...I'm tired.), Erika, Tamara, and some others I didn't talk to much. I mostly talked to Beth, I think. Big nerd, her. I miss her, too.

I've got a lot of regrets for my time spent in high school, but also a lot of fond memories. I made more friends than enemies, and I think I was mostly well-liked. I had mostly good teachers throughout the years, and made some connnections I'm sad to lose. But I also had a lot of FUCKED UP times over the five years I was there. Depression, masochism, intense stupidity over certain situations.

But I guess that's just part of the high school experience, isn't it? The good times, the bad, the times where you just wanna smack some sort of administrative figure upside the head. With a shovel. We've all been there. Or you haven't. AND THEN YOU'VE MISSED OUT ON THE HIGH SCHOOL EXPERIENCE.

But I'm pretty sure it happens to everyone.

And I don't think that the high school experience is really about the classes at all. It's about the companionship, the friends, and everything in between. It's about enjoying yourself before being forced off to 'do something with your life'. Pah to that. I hated seeing people with spares sitting in the caf and studying. PATHETIC! You should be out enjoying yourself!

So if you want any advice at all for high school, it's that. Enjoy yourself. Don't stress out so goddamn much. One test won't make or break your entire future, one late assignment might dock you a few marks, but if you can use the time to improve it enough, do it. And don't worry so much about dating. Relationships you have in high school will very rarely last into anything meaningful after. So don't plan out your future when you're still in grade nine or ten. You've got years left to sort stuff out.

Take the classes you want to take. I'll always remember my Writer's Craft class and the people in it. Always. It was the single greatest course ever. Everyone in the room just clicked, and we all had a blast. After the first month, most of us weren't shy about sharing our works, even some of our more personal ones. It became a sort of family. If you're reading this, and you were in that class, I probably love you.

But yeah. That's my "being weirded out by not going back to school" stuff.

I think that's all I've got to say right now. That, and it's my birthday next Saturday. Yay!

That is all.

Until next time,
I miss Kevin Sorbo. What happened to him?
~Kataron

Video Blog The First

Okay, guys. Don't get freaked out. I recently saw a video blog post via Ryan's blog.

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And I realized how cool it was. So I made one. May make more, depending on how well it goes. Enjoy, I hope...