My supra. Updated dyno sheet

AWPR: Burp!
This car is fast.

I mean fast.

I don't mean outrun-the-cops fast, and I don't mean stand-on- the- breaks- while- idling- otherwise-the-car-will-get-away fast. No, no. Although this car is both of those things, I mean to say that this is the car God would use, if He wanted to break the speed limit. Untuned, unboosted, unmodified, this twin turbo prop-plane has 240 ponies to the wheels, and 240 pounds of torque...to the wheels.

And it is loud. The kind of loud where the entire neighborhood wakes up when it twitches. The kind of loud where, if an Iraqi were in its vacinity, this car would commit war crimes by revving. The blast wave of my last acceleration knocked a tree over. That kind of loud. That kind of fast.

Incedently, I found out today that Stewie does not like Sherman Tanks. I know this because my supra sounds exactly like a sherman tank -- you know, the "dug dug dug dug dug" sound of the exhaust -- and he barks up a storm at it.

I gotta rig up a passanger seat for heavenly bodies, because I think I'm driving too fast for my guardian angel to keep up :(

Summary of Jack Thompson vs Penny

Jack's image in GTAUpdated (also, I'm guilty of copy/paste)

Okay guys, if you don't know anything about Jack Thompson, grab a beer and read this. I know it's long, as I am compiling a lot of information, but in the end it is all worth it.

John Bruce "Jack" Thompson is an attorney at law often cited in the media for his views on the effects of obscenity and violence in popular media. A native of Ohio, he is a 1976 JD graduate of Vanderbilt University School of Law and has been practicing as a medical malpractice attorney in Florida since 1977. It is well known that Jack Thompson is hated by video game players everywhere. Despite what some may believe about gamers being biased, the simple fact is that they have a different view on a topic that they know much more about than him.

In 1999, Thompson filed a $33 million federal products liability class-action lawsuit against a number of entertainment companies, including Time Warner Inc., Polygram Film Entertainment Distribution Inc., Palm Pictures, Island Pictures and New Line Cinema, Atari Corp., Nintendo of America, Sega of America Inc. and Sony Computer Entertainment, on behalf of the parents of victims of the 1997 Paducah schoolhouse shootings. These included the producers and distributors of the movie The Basketball Diaries, Internet sex website operators and a variety of video game producers. The Sixth Circuit Court of Appeals dismissed the case in 2002.You guys remember Ice T getting sued over "Cop Killer"? That was Jack Thompson.

Since the failure of the Paducah lawsuit, Thompson has continued to pursue the companies that develop violent video games in court: he has attempted to link the Columbine High School massacre and the Washington Sniper to first-person shooters; he has frequently attacked Rockstar, linking Rockstar North's Manhunt game and Grand Theft Auto series to a wide variety of murders, particularly those involving vehicles or weapons other than firearms.

Jack Thompson has a set of arguments and phrases that he often reinforces in public speech. Thompson describes video games with violent or competitive content as 'murder simulators' and 'sexual simulators'. He usually describes violent or sexual content as being 'dirty and yet highly arousing'. He asserts that young persons accused of violent crimes have 'trained' or 'rehearsed' their actions using 'murder simulators'. And asserts that video games are used by the military to desensitize and remove the inhibition to kill. There are no known commercial games being used for this purpose by any military forces. The source of this idea may be the literature of Dave Grossman, a fellow censorship advocate.
Jack, in GTA
Currently he is attempting to sue Rockstar North, makers of Grand Theft Auto, and is attacking The Sims 2, claiming "Sims 2, the latest version of the Sims video game franchise... contains, according to video game news sites, full frontal nudity, including nipples, penises, labia, and pubic hair."

That aside, here comes the drama, and it is great. On October 10, 2005, Thompson sent another open letter to members of the press and to ESA president Doug Lowenstein. He proposed that, if someone could "create, manufacture, distribute, and sell a video game in 2006" that allows players to play the scenario he has written, he will donate $10,000 to the charity of Take Two's chairman Paul Eibeler's choosing. This letter was named "A Modest Video Game Proposal", obviouslly after Johnathan Swift's famous satire. His letter is as follows:




    "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." The Golden Rule

    This writer has been saying for seven years that violent video games can be "murder simulators" that incite as well as train some obsessive teen players to be violent.

    I've been on 60 Minutes and in Reader's Digest this year explaining how an Alabama teen, with no criminal record, shot two policemen and a dispatcher in their heads and fled in a police car--a scenario he rehearsed for hundreds of hours on Take-Two/Rockstar's Grand Theft Auto video games.

    I have sat with boys in jail cells, their lives over because of murder convictions, after they, with no history of violence, have killed innocents while in a dreamlike state. Said one cop who investigated such a murder in Grand Rapids, Michigan: "The killing was like an extension of the game."

    The video game industry, through its lawyers, its spokesmen, and its head lobbyist, Doug Lowenstein, the president of the Entertainment Software Association, all say it is utter nonsense to suggest that what is dumped into a kid's head hour after hour, day after day, year after year, could possibly have behavioral consequences. Cigarette ads can persuade kids to smoke, but interactive simulators in which these same kids punch, hack, bludgeon, and maim affect not a wit their attitudes and behaviors, notwithstanding the findings of the American Psychological Association, published in August 2005.

    The video game industry says Sticks and stones can break my bones, but games can never hurt me. Fine. I have a modest proposal for the video game industry. I'll write a check for $10,000 to the favorite charity of Take-Two Interactive Software, Inc's chairman, Paul Eibeler - a man Bernard Goldberg ranks as #43 in his book 100 People Who Are Screwing Up America - if any video game company will create, manufacture, distribute, and sell a video game in 2006 like the following:

    Osaki Kim is the father of a high school boy beaten to death with a baseball bat by a 14-year-old gamer. The killer obsessively played a violent video game in which one of the favored ways of killing is with a bat. The opening scene, before the interactive game play begins, is the Los Angeles courtroom in which the killer is sentenced "only" to life in prison after the judge and the jury have heard experts explain the connection between the game and the murder.

    Osaki Kim (O.K.) exits the courtroom swearing revenge upon the video game industry whom he is convinced contributed to his son's murder. "Vengeance is mine, I will repay" he says. And boy, is O.K. not kidding.

    O.K. is provided in his virtual reality playpen a panoply of weapons: machetes, Uzis, revolvers, shotguns, sniper rifles, Molotov cocktails, you name it. Even baseball bats. Especially baseball bats.

    O.K. first hops a plane from LAX to New York to reach the Long Island home of the CEO of the company (Take This) that made the murder simulator on which his son's killer trained. O.K. gets "justice" by taking out this female CEO, whose name is Paula Eibel, along with her husband and kids. "An eye for an eye," says O.K., as he urinates onto the severed brain stems of the Eibel family victims, just as you do on the decapitated cops in the real video game Postal2.

    O.K. then works his way, methodically back to LA by car, but on his way makes a stop at the Philadelphia law firm of Blank, Stare and goes floor by floor to wipe out the lawyers who protect Take This in its wrongful death law suits. "So sue me" O.K. spits, with singer Jackson Brown's 1980's hit Lawyers in Love blaring.

    With the FBI now after him, O.K. keeps moving westward, shooting up high-tech video arcades called GameWerks. "Game over," O.K. laughs.

    Of course, O.K. makes the obligatory runs to virtual versions of brick and mortar retailers Best Buy, Circuit City, Target, and Wal-Mart to steal supplies and bludgeon store managers and cash register clerks. "You should have checked kids' IDs!"

    O.K. pushes on to Los Angeles. He must get there by May 10, 2006. That is the beginning of "E3" -- the Electronic Entertainment Expo -- the Super Bowl of the video game industry. O.K. must get to E3 to massacre all the video game industry execs with one final, monstrously delicious rampage.

    How about it, video game industry? I've got the check and you've got the tech. It's all a fantasy, right? No harm can come from such a game, right? Go ahead, video game moguls. Target yourselves as you target others. I dare you.



In this letter, Jack Thompson declared he will give $10,000 to charity if any videogame company makes and releases a game based on a scenario he created. When the letter was written, the Video Game industry gasped. News agencies reported it was unlikely that Thompson's proposal will actually be turned into a game, as most videogame companies do not simply accept proposals from individuals.

Mike Krahulik, the artist behind popular gaming culture comic Penny-Arcade and a founder of the hugely successful Child's Play charity, contacted Thompson after he made this offer. Jack Thompson sitting high and mighty on 60-minutes, offering ten thousand dollars to a charity must have felt like a bit of an insult to Krahulik, who is a kid, and has donated millions of dollars for children's hospitals around the USA since his inception of Penny Arcade. His letter to Thompson said: "10 grand is pretty weak man. Through our charity www.childsplaycharity.org gamers have given over half a million dollars in toys and cash to children’s hospitals all over the country." Accidently, Krahulik had his phone number in his e-mail signature.

Responding with his usual mafia-like approach to legal issues, Thompson called a Penny-Arcade's author's personal cell phone. He was reportedly terrified to hear that it was the Jack Thompson. This conversation started with Jack Thompson asking Krahulik if Krahulik has ever donated to charity. Of course, Penny Arcade has - it's usually a couple Gameboys a year for Child's Play, but the "take" from the distributed gamer metamind is over five hundred thousand dollars in two years. This answer did not satisfy Thompson. He suggested that if Gabe mentioned him again in a comic, he would be sued so fast that his head would "spin," and that he, Jack Thompson, had given more to charity that Gabe could even imagine. Gabe isn't very good at math, so he may have a point.

Then he hung up.

Penny Arcade then wrote on their website:


    Usually when a person threatens us with a lawsuit we don't really pay attention. The fact of the matter is that rude people and idiots often try to threaten people by gesturing wildly at the edifice of the legal system. But this man is actually a lawyer, and also demonstrably crazy, and he apparently has time to call random people who mail him on the phone so maybe he's looking for something to do. In any case, we aren't a flush with cash game company, so at the very least my cohort wanted to excise this erroneous statement from the record.


At this point, a bully had bullied a group, who's only defense is their writing. And their writing is based on humor, which is an incredible weapon. Penny-Arcade responded with this comic:




Penny-Arcade followed up with a commentary, both to clue now-joining readers, and to help insult Thompson a bit more:

    Gabe's own voice rose triumphantly throughout this phase, I thought perhaps he was just getting into the rhetorical spirit of the thing, but the reality is that Jack screamed at him the entire time. The point he submitted went without answer: if a company made his reprehensible game, he would literally have to sue himself and talk about what a bastard he was on national television. Of course, he's not serious. Machination is too glorified a word for what he's doing. Ruse would make it seem debonair. He's essentially holding money hostage from charity, and if someone did make it, even as a joke, he would say that it didn't conform to his "design." This sort of thing is usually called a shell-game. The song license itself he mentions - Lawyers In Love - would probably run anywhere from ten to fifteen thousand by itself.

    This vile "challenge" Jack Thompson has put to the supposedly monolithic "game industry" is like a topographical map of the twisted fantasy realm he inhabits. I could excerpt it, but I don't want to be accused of selective editing. The reality is that what he suggests is grotesque. I mean that it is literally disgusting. Of course, the violent acts he's cobbled together here from other games are robbed of a narrative context in which they make sense. Killing Gamestop and EB employees, though? That's not metaphor. He's not being metaphorical. He is batshit fucking loco insane.


Several more offhand remarks were made from both sides, Thompson using his harnessed media attention to make subtle public remarks, and Penny Arcade posting responces on their website. By this point, Thompson had asserted himself so radically, that the National Institute on Media and the Family becane to distance itself from the vociferous lawyer. The following article relates this letter.

    Your commentary has included extreme hyperbole and your tactics have included personally attacking individuals for whom I have a great deal of respect. I believe that respect is essential in all our dealings, including respect for those with whom we disagree. Some of the people that you have publicly criticized are not only people of integrity, but are people who have worked to improve the lives of children," the letter continues.

    Even though we have no formal relationship your use of my name and your inclusion of my name in correspondence have created the impression that we condone these tactics. We do not. The result is that our position and reputation as a research based, non-partisan, solution-focused organization has been jeopardized. Consequently, I ask that you cease using the Institute's or my name in any way that would give the impression that we support your efforts. I also ask that you remove the link to our website that appears on your site.

This being said, Jack responded inkind, with some vague legal threats. These legal threats are kind of disregarded, as he apparently makes a living with threatening legal crap on people. These two letters are too long to post here, but they can be found by following this link. These letters don't have much more to offer to the conversation, except to note that Jack loves to write big threatening letters, with extreme and drastic intentions.

Meanwhile, while Jack's defending his loco-batshit-crazy extremism, a group of modders known as the Fighting Hellfish released a mod for the game San Andreas, featuring Jack Thompson himself acting out the scenerio that Jack Thompson requested in his proposal; at one point even assassinating Doug Lowenstein. Acting under hypnosis, Thompson moonlights as Banman and takes to the streets in his Bannedwagon to destroy the entire shipment of Rockstar's Bully before it reaches distribution, finally making good on his threat. Jack later assassinates Janet Reno after thwarting her coup, which forces him to confront the realization that his time spent researching violent games have turned him into his own "Manchurian Candidate". This video game mod can be found here. (several screenshots are at the beginning of this article).

At this point Jack Thompson, who is completley burried underneith his own dog-shit, declared that his repellent suggestion was "satire," and we must conclude that his financial offer was also satire. Which of course is some new breed of satire apparently that I'm sure is just hilarious to the charities he is denying. Penny-Arcade did something that makes them total and unadultered heros:

    You know what, Jack? We're going to be the men you're not. You said that your insulting, illusory ten thousand dollars would go to the charity of Paul Eibeler's choice. We've got a good guess that he'd direct your nonexistant largesse toward The Entertainment Software Association Foundation, a body that has raised over six point seven million dollars over the last eight years. We've just made the donation you never would, and never meant to. Ten thousand dollars' worth. And we made it in your name.




This check says "For Jack Thompson because Jack Thompson Won't". Following the issue of the check, Jack sent a letter to Penny-Arcade stating:

    This story is completely false and defamatory. Take it down or else.

To which penny arcade replied:

    Thank you for contacting Penny Arcade. I’m sorry but I am simply not able to respond to all my fan mail. I want you to know that I’m glad you enjoy the comic strip and I appreciate you taking the time to mail me.

Taking a huge knock to his pride, Thompson tried to get the authors at Penny Arcade into criminal trouble. Thompson contacted their police department to get them arrested based on harassment charges. Here is the document Thompson faxed Penny Arcade's local police department.


Besides the fact that he got their web address wrong in his fax, Penny Arcade found other discrepencies. On their website, Penny Arcade published this document along with:

    Obviously he didn’t mention anything to the police department about his “Modest proposal” in which he asks that a game be developed in which players urinate on peoples brains and murder kids who work at game stores. He never mentions that he offered ten thousand dollars to charity and then said it was just “satire.” He doesn’t tell the police chief that Jerry and I just donated the ten thousand for him. I wonder why he left that part out?

They of course were not arrested. But to enjoy the situation to the best of their ability, they published a comic about it.

Even amist a faltering platform, Jack Thompson continued his tirad, and ball-in-his-court pursual of his goals. On his 14th appearance on CNN on October 18th (four days after this whole debacale started), he gave a slam piece on Miday's Blitz: The League. Afterwards, Thompson said:

    Whom did CNN contact for a comment about Blitz: The League? They didn't contact Doug Lowenstein. They didn't contact the drooling cretins at Penny Arcade. They didn't even contact a single gamer, I guess because they wanted the truth.

    They contacted Jack Thompson. Why? Because the "don't confuse me with the facts" gaming community (what's next, the marijuana community?) has nothing rational to say about the marketing of mature games to kids.

    The purpose of the law in California is to say this: Parents, it is your job to make the decision on these games. We will not allow retailers to sell adult games to kids behind their parents' backs.

    Wise up, gamers. The war was lost by you scofflaws a very long time ago. Even liberal CNN is on my side.

    Jack Thompson thanks you for watching, and not seeing anyone other than me in the piece. I didn't see Penny Aracade personnel there, nor any drooling gamers. Just little old me. Why? Because CNN knows what I'm talking about. This was my 14th appearance on CNN. Glad to be of service in annoying the pixelante pukes. Fondly, Jack Thompson

    PS: Put down the controller and get a life!

At this point, Jack is not only taking on the gaming industry and penny arcade, but he is taking on the entire gaming community. In 2004, four major violent crimes - murder, rape, robbery and aggravated assaults declined. That produced a 2.2% drop in the violent crime rate, making it the lowest since 1974. Violent crimes have been steadily decreasing since 2000, while video games are increasing sales at a near-expontential rate.

Now, we have a series of spin offs, like TV Show spin offs. Several people displayed their distaste for Jack Thompson, which Jack then turned into individual wars. For instance, the buddy icon you see to the right was seen on badassbuddy.com. He stated that this icon "constitutes criminal activity in a number of regards by Bolt and by its partner, BadAssBuddy," trying to get the police onto Badassbuddy.com people for threatening his life. After badassbuddy took the icon down, Jack followed up with a letter saying: "Mr. Kerner of Bolt Media has just called me to inform me of that, which has occurred as a result of his communication with BadAssBuddy.com. I believe the removal of the animation by BadAssBuddy.com, which put it up there with full knowledge as to the impropriety of doing so, constitutes an admission of guilt by BadAss Buddy, Bolt Media's business partner. Therefore, please proceed with an investigation and prosecution, if appropriate of Bad AssBuddy.com's employees who are responsible for this. " Like it was stated before, this person is loco-birdass certifiable.

Jack Thompson's next move happened on October 21st, seven days after this all started. He is trying to sic the FBI on Penny-Arcade for extortion. The following is a snippet from Jack Thompson to John McKay, U.S. Attorney for the Western District of Washington:

    Because of my prominence, for better or worse, on this public safety problem, a 'gamer' a few months ago decided to threaten to kill me via the Internet. I received thousands of e-mails from a kid who was able to blast e-mail me using a service in Ireland that made the death threats appear to come from the following e-mail address: georgewbush@whitehouse.gov.

    Because of the domain name, the Secret Service here in Miami got involved and shut that extortion down.

    Now there is new extortion, and it is coming from a Seattle company called Penny Arcade. I can provide the details to your investigators, but basically this company has been using, I believe I can show, their Internet site and various other means to encourage and solicit criminal harassment of me. This would appear to violate state and federal laws.

And it gets better. After stating this, he goes on an off-topic tangent with: "I asked Penny Arcade's attorney to stop this targeting, and he said it was my fault. Maybe he's played too many video games and thinks that flesh and blood people are just pixilated pinatas." Woah! The sacasm runs deep! It's a good thing you added that or, you know, no one would have known your feelings on the matter!

Penny-Arcade no longer has to fight back. Apparently, when Thompson messed with Penny Arcade, he failed to take into account the site's loyal readers. There is a 60 page thread on the Penny Arcade forums, with readers sharing their faxes emails, and otherwiseextremely well thought out complaints to the Florida Bar, explaining the situation. In responce, the Florida Bar is conducting an investigation into Thompson's practices (for instance, trying to get the guys at Penny Arcade arrested for harrasment when no harassment had taken place, or threatening to sue Badassbuddies.com for threatening his life, when no threats were made). According to a Wikipedia article on the matter, the Florida Bar has “received an overwhelming amount of complaints in the last several days about the issue, and is calling an emergency meeting to deal with the issue.” Hopefully Jack’s time in the spotlight will be coming to an end very soon.

Birth of "pixelante"

Of course, Jack isn't going to go down (or continue down) without a fight. He wrote to the Florida Bar, saying "Penny Arcade put out a 'news story' that was wholly false, and the purpose of it, of course, was to generate the sort of Internet-based gamers harassment of me that has caused me to coin the useful phrase 'pixelante.' Blank Rome is just a highly-paid pixelante. I was not getting this harassment at my new e-mail address until Penny Arcade did this. " We thus see the neologism of his coined word "pixelante." You can view his entire letter to the Bar here. Even better, you can buy pixelante shirts here, with all profit going to the charity that Penny Arcade started, Child Play. Now I will highlight my favorite part of his letter. He has this trait of skewing definitions:

    Now, let me be clear. Any Bar complaint coming from these morons arising out of the above incident is baseless and itself constitutes a violation of a specific federal civil rights statute.

Some how, if you wrote a letter to the Florida Bar mentioning Jack, then you are violating his rights. And like all of his letters, he finishes with legal threats. And for whatever reason, he decided to threaten the Florida Bar association:

    If The Bar proceeds with any of these, it does so at its own peril. The Bar paid me once. I am certainly willing it pay me again, along with others.



By Wednesday, I hadn't heard anything new about the drama for about a week. I was a bit saddened at the thought of everything being over, because the drama was so perfect, as it had to do with reallife situation, and issues that are relevant to me. I thought maybe someone decided legally, it was time to play dead. Turns out, Jack wasn't finished, he was just MIA because of Hurricane Wilma. The latest news is that someone posted flyers in Thompson's neighborhood which were highly critical of the game violence activist. Thompson faxed GamePolitics a copy of the flyer, which has a Halloween theme and begins with the salutation, "Dear neighbor of Jack Thompson," and proceeds to launch into a satirical call for a ban on trick-or-treating ("What is trick-or-treating, other than a very immersive violence simulation?"). I am still trying to find a copy of this letter. It looks like someone out there really knows the definition of satire, unlike Jack. Below is a copy of the flyer.



Of course Jack responded. Here is his responce:

    Speaking of devastating blows, it turns out that Penny Arcade is in quite a bit of trouble. Turns out that one of their operatives in my neighborhood went door to door with a Penny Arcade flyer, and that has gotten PA into a whole heap of trouble. Trust me. Also, a kid in Katy, Texas threatened to kill me because of the PA self-immolation, and that has been more than useful. Trust me on that as well.

    I'm a Christian so, Joseph's having told his brothers "What you intended for harm, God used for good." So it is with the sociopaths at Penny Arcade. They lied about what I said about the donation to a charity. They set their pixelantes on me, and they got caught, bigtime. My, my, my what a wicked web we weave when first we practice to deceive. I would much rather be me than PA right now. Trust me on that, too.

My favorite part, is how people become "opertatives" of Penny Arcade. If this is true, then Jack just gave Penny Arcade a lot of power. Now are they not only a comic, but they have legions of soldiers standing behind them. Jack, if this were the case -- which its not -- would you really want to be fighting this group? I mean, if Penny Arcade has "operatives" and they are all "sociopaths," would you really continue fighting them legally? Speaking of which, Jack has consistantly lumped all gaming enthusiasts into the catagory of "sociopath." But I digress; my real point is, a sociopath doesn't have any regard for the law, and if I were you, I would stop trying to pursue them legally, if you really thought they were operatives and sociopaths. In fact, if I were facing a legion of crazy minions of my arch nemesis, I would be locked in my house with a shotgun, franticlly playing GTA, in hopes that I learn enough combat to fend off these legions.

In any event, to conclude the message above, Jack said: "Oh, and one more thing, kids. Keep you eye on Bully. You won't see it much longer. -Jack Thompson. PS to Dennis McCauley: Fascinating how you're censoring and altering the news here. But why am I not surprised? "

I don't have any commentary on his conclusion, but it's interesting nonetheless. It seems that Jack is no longer fighting video games, but fighting Penny Arcade. This implies that Penny Arcade is ultimatly victorious, because he is no longer on track with his goals. Similarly, I am sure Penny Arcade is very happy with Jack, because he has increased their traffic ten-fold, along with increasing awareness of their charity and products. Anyone else not know about "Child's Play" charity before this? By the way, thanks to Gamepolitics.com for the recent information, and thanks for them letting me copy/paste some of their writing :)

Seattle Police Department announced today (october 28th) that it won't be kicking down Penny Arcade's door any time soon.

    Our preliminary review of the document -- Jack Thompson's faxed complaint-- has led us to believe that it is most likely a civil matter, but we have forwarded it to the chief of our criminal investigations bureau to make sure that it is correct.



It seems at this point, Jack is trying to micromanage a defense against the entire gaming industry. Every little 16 year old that says something dumb, he sends some letter to someone demanding action. Penny Arcade has ceased the need to say anything bad about Jack, because he has taken it upon himself to antagonize the twenty million gamers in America. The only link between Penny Arcade, GTA, gamers, and the combined mental assault upon Jack, is Jack himself, yet he tries to draw a legal link between all of them. The reasent threat on Jack was made by a 16 year old. Jack claims this threat is "just the latest installment of the video game industry's intentional targeting of Thompson for harm. In the past several days a video game Internet site criminally orchestrated harassment of Thompson, including the filing of dozens of baseless Bar complaints and even a person going door-to-door in his neighborhood illegally handing out pamphlets referencing that video game site to his neighbors lying about Thompson's activities."
Now, from where this author sits, there isn't a vast conspiracy against Thompson, as Thompson tries to make it sound. This person simply targeted a vast amount of people, and all those people are retaliating. There is no orcastrating body, no conspiricy, and no collusion. Be this as it may, this didn't prevent Jack from releasing a press release today (October 29). Here are excepts from this release:

    ...The specific, grotesque death threat was captured on tape, and the identity and location of the boy have been determined. Law enforcement is now involved and an arrest may be imminent. The boy's mother has confirmed that her son did this, and that he is a player of the hyperviolent game Doom 3. Her response has just been to 'ground him and take away his games for awhile.

    Take-Two/Rockstar, the makers of the Grand Theft Auto games, which is the video game developer being sued by Thompson in Alabama for those games' training of a teenager to kill... have led the 'shoot the messenger' assault upon Thompson. Take-Two has posted on its Rockstar Games web site the false and defamatory assertion that Thompson is a bisexual pedophile.

    Take-Two's law firm/lobbyist, Blank Rome of Philadelphia, which is the largest single lobbyist contributor to the Republican National Committee, has launched a personal attack on Thompson apparently because it cannot win the case on the merits. Blank Rome has a long history of such assaults on opponents...

    ...the above is just a portion of the intentional, orchestrated assault by the video game industry, its lawyers, and its minions of teenaged terrorists to drive Thompson from the public square with illegal harassment and extortion violative of state and federal laws."

    The criminal threats on the life of Thompson by video gamers, knowingly orchestrated by the industry and its Internet-based 'news' sites prove yet again that virtual violence can bleed over into real-life crime... Thompson will seek prosecution of those who knowingly incited this death threat as well.



You got to love the royal 'we.'

At this point, I will move onto another post to detail Jack Thompson VS Sony. I wait anxiously for more updates, as I am interested in how Penny Arcade will act in the future, and if Jack will continue to pick fights with them. As of right now, this is the full story. I will update this every second I hear new information, because this is downright badass. This is the perfect example of a defensless organization using the power of writing to be better and rise above low level insults, threats, and bullying.



Here is the Pi Rho response:


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Practicing for Xbox

These are two comics from the series Adventures with Pi-Rho!
AWPR: Practicing for XboxAWPR: Video Games Make Killing Fun

"Video Games Makes Killing Fun" and "Practicing for Xbox"

Petting my horse

My epic mount is safe in her stable tonight. After 6 long weeks, I finally got her back. She was gone longer than my...well, a long time. When something you enjoy so much is gone for such a long time, you start feeling very down.

Carmax delt with this very professionally. Though the car was gone for a long time, they treated me very well, and took care of the hefty bill. Century of Greenville did the actual work. Here is my letter of thanks to them:

Dear CENTURY BMW:

I would like to thank your hard-working staff for fixing my BMW. Everything works perfectly. I have never had a service quite like this.

No other service facility has gone the extra distance of driving three hundred miles to make sure my car worked properly. The mechanics even changed my radio settings to cooler radio stations. I extend a special thanks for the complimentary CD I found in my CD player, as it would cost $20 if I bought it at the store. Lastly, though the Power Aid drink the mechanics left for me was warm, and half empty, it was surely refreshing.

Truly above and beyond, and the extra gifts were appreciated.

August 1st

It's august first. This is a landmark date because it signifies the coming together of friends in order to push off the might of burning oppression. It has been 4 years since the first August 1st comittee. Though we all delt with all family dealings and felt satisfied, the tenuious pact has all but evaporated. It is august 1st, and the drums of war thunder, once again.

Animal psycology 102

So, a chinese farmer in Warcraft let his friend borrow a weapon they found, and then he sold it on ebay, or a similar online auction place, for $1,100. Then the farmer stabbed the person in real life, because of this sword.



A few days ago I spoke of animal psycology, and this is an example of animal pyscology at its best. On my trip down from DC, I came accross 4 people who were doing 90 miles an hour down the road. They came up from behind me and quickly shifted lanes to get around. I jumped into the back of the line and continued with them. They looked like friends, in that, I notice that groups of people enjoy driving around at breakneck speeds. It's like a group of people skateboarding through town together.

Like geese constantly switching positions from alpha to omega positions, occasionally one of the cars would switch positions. If they wanted to lead the group, or go a bit faster, or change the speed of the group, they would go to the front. We followed the same pattern. The person in the front would put their blinker on, and we'd all follow suite, passing the same cars.

There is a big reason for a group of people speeding together, and wanting to speed together. Police are theoreticlly less likley to give you a ticket if you are in a group. This is because of the traffic mentality: if you do not stand out, or if the entire road is speeding, then the individual is not speeding. Just like animals in the wild, we banned together for safety. No communication was necessary, as we all understood why we were there.

We trusted the person in front of us. If someone shifted, we all did. The person behind me would watch for my blinkers, instead of watching for cops. Watching for cops was the alpha goose's job. It turns out none of these people were friends in real life. Eventually they all started peeling off the group to go to their individual locations. And every time one would leave, they would flash their high-beams, or hit their hazards, depending on the location in the group.

Finally, I peeled off to hit a rest stop. As I turned off, I flashed my high beams, and the person in front of me hit his hazards, to wave good bye. I never met these people, but there was a certain comrodary in knowing that we were there to look out for each other, in common interest. Animals, by nature, ask no questions and pass no criticism. There is no judgment amungst a group of animals fighting for the same thing. For those eighty miles, five people from differnt backgrounds, different ages, different political afiliation, different belifes, all banded together to travel in a common-good community. No judgment was past, no critisisms were made. We were just five animals banding togeter to avoid a predator's radar detector.

I was a goose amungst a street of hidden predators. We came accross two police on the way, and none of us got stopped. If I were by myself going 90 miles an hour, just like in the wild, a predator would have singled me out, as I was weak without numbers.

Animal psycology at it's best.

More updates

Updates for the day, nothing too intellectually stimulating here, for all those who enjoy those kinds of posts.

1) I found a rest stop that sells mellow yellow in northern Virginia. It's the rest stop after the welcome center.

2) Some guy yesterday was complaining that easter bunnies had nothing to do with christianity and was all saying that easter was BS and stuff...so I said "you never heard of jesus tearing apart the bunny to make a thousand loafes of bread?" and he shut up for a good 5 minutes

3) I think I am going to start a new blog, that is like a fictional journal, which I'll start for my new book project. I'll keep everyone updated

4) Not that it impacts anyone's lives, but I've been really happy recently. Everything seems to be going perfectly. Can't wait for the summer to start so I can start going back to school

5) I tried drifting today, in the rain. It was scary, because I did not expect my tires to break loose with such ease. I turned off my traction control, and the car immediatlly complained by displaying a huge orange icon on the panal, which is car-speak for "you're a moron, you realize that?" I was moving around 10 miles an hour, and I put the clutch in around five thousand RMP's, and the car immediatlly slid around. I stopped and put traction control back on :)

I made it a little more interesting

Animal psycology has sparked my interest recently. I brought my dog up, and my family's labrador quickly established itself as the Alpha male. All it took was one feroucious bite at one of the toy's my dog was playing with and it was all over.

My puppy needs to gain about five to ten pounds before it will be considered perfect in health. He doesn't eat very much in Clemson, even though he has his food out all the time. He eats right up to about where he needs to then he stops. I think it is because he's too excited and wants to go onto the next thing, much like me. Either that or he's nervous about eating, worried for whatever reason, like a puppy eating disorder. In any event, he came up here, and the labrador eats everything in site. So the added variable of my dog competing with the alpha dog was thrown into the picture. Suddenly my puppy scarfs down all of his food. Outside, he even goes to the bathroom at the same time as the Alpha, I suppose to prove a point, or maybe not to be left behind.

I went to the Zoo today. There were apes and various other monkeys there. They obviouslly preceived us, as there's only a 2% difference between humans and apes. The ape was doing exactly what I would be doing if I were in the public's captive eye: sitting almost cross legged near the back, waiting for the next thing to happen. This brought up an interesting point that Marc -- who the rest of this information is credited to -- brought up. Basiclly, an Ape is an intelligent being. Such to the point that an Ape can tell the difference between right and wrong. In a mock trial example, an Ape was to be used as a witness in a crime. In order for the Ape to be used as a witness, they would have to prove that it can tell the difference between right and wrong. Interestingly enough, through sign language, they have been proven to have the capacity to detail if an act is considered morally right, or morally wrong. While trying to prove this, they found an interesting side note. Amy, the name of the "famous" ape, who was trained by Jane Forgotthelastname, started to develop cuss words in sign language, when she became frustrated. (When I say famous, I mean I recognized Amy the Ape, and the trainer Jane, but don't remember any more details than that. If they are so well known that a non-ape buff like myself can remember their names, they must have a big impact).

By this I mean, she would signal "poop" then signal "Jane", showing her discontent for the current situation Jane had put her in. She was assumably able to "swear" at other people she felt frustrated with. I find this to be incredible. It is one thing to be able to express and relate sign language, and do basic communication through signs. Heck, my dog does that: a paw on my arm plus a bark means he wants me to rub him; sitting at attnetion and giving me the paw shows he wants to go outside. It's a huge step, however, to develop new words in a language, and to corrolate something like "poop", who's slang in all languages is a curse word, and action applying it to a specific person. This Ape clearly displayed intelligence on a high level, for being able to create a cuss word. When other animals get upset, they simply bite or bark or something of that nature. But this particular animal actually came up with something it wasn't taught, and that most defintily did not come naturally to it. This wasn't an act on instinct.

Crazy.

From now on, if someone makes me made, I'm doing sign language for "poop" and singlanguage for "you".


In other news. Now that I've said something decently interesting, I'll say what I said in a previous post that was not insightful at all:


It's almost summer time. This means several things. Most importantly, the human body will quickly release most of the fat that it geared up for the cold winter. This combined with just a little bit of walking or jogging, and we'll all experience the quickest weight loss in history. I'll be one step closer to graduating. I'm going to try to do summer classes at Tech. Here's the great news: Stewie will shed about two pounds of fur, and he'll get more tired quicker, and this means that one trip to the botanical gardens will last him a good week. w00t x 2
But hey everyone listen up. I think everyone needs a good confidence boost. So next thursday, friday or saturday, we should get a big group together to go downtown, just go to coffeeships, clubs, whatevers all night. Start living again. I know at least I have gotten into a rut, and I need to start living again, so I can feel alive when I go back to school. And I know a few other people need to get out and start enjoying themselves again. So drop me a comment if you're interested :)

Advice for March

Here is Spring Break advice, as told by Carter, my friend. "Don't break your cell phone, thinking insurance will cover it, because it won't." Once again, a friend of mine comes up with priceless information, only receivable through experience. It's my duty to report it, so that others won't have to learn it the hard way.

One day I was in Greenville. I had my old nokia 8900 model. Not sure if that was the exact model, but it was one of the first digital units that hit the market several years back. By the time I was in Greenville that one day, it was way out of date. Nobody had a monochrome phone any more. Everything had 256 bit graphics, and the only people still using my model phone were homeless people and recluses. My phone showed all the signs of use: the battery was taped on, the screen was shifted to the side, and all the numbers were worn off. The social ineptitude of my phone finally gave way, when I accidently dropped it, on Main Streen in Greenville.

I looked down at it for half a second. During that half second, I thought to myself, I can either spend ten minutes putting it back together, and making sure the screen is in the right place, or....

And in that half second, I realized that whatever came after "or" would be the best solution. If you count all the times I spent putting my phone back together in the last year, it would probably accumulate to nearly four hours. So for the next ten seconds, the "or" ended up being me stomping on my phone, maniacly laughing, like a crazed cartoon supervillan. If this incident were to have happened during the daylight hours, I am sure birds would have been chirping, and love songs would have started playing. That's how blissful it was, stomping on that phone. The phone was all over the street, in a billion beautiful pieces. I bent over and retrieved the Sim Card, and started down the street to continue my night-life experience in Greenville.

After a weekend of being free of an electronic leash, I started to miss my communication with the rest of the world. But this only excited me further. I couldn't wait to get to Cingular and upgrade my phone.

Finally on Wednesday, I went to my local Cingular store. I expected people to cheer me with awe, and sales people to drop everything they were doing to assist me. "There's the man who's getting a new phone!" I imagined the world saying. People walking into ajacent stores would see me, pause, and say "Wow, there goes one lucky m-f-er." (they had to say 'm-f-er' because children were around).

So I trotted into the store, gitty as Seth when he's drunk, and waltzed up to the sales person. Long story short, turns out I would have to pay near-full price for a new phone because I wasn't at the end of my service, and my insurance only covered a small portion of a new phone. So I bought the best phone I could afford: the 8901 model. This phone was exactly like my old phone, but harder to use. I didn't know any of the commands, and the firmware was "updated", so I didn't know the interface either. All in all, I was stuck for the next year, with a phone I disliked even more than my previous one.

A few weeks ago, Carter was in a similar situation: he wanted a new phone because his old phone was not up to par with his standards. He went about it slightly differently. He climbed to the top of a hill in my apartment complex, and spent an hour drop-kicking it down the stairs. This got the job done perfectly, however during the incident, the battery and cellphone parted ways, and the battery found itself somewhere in the underbrush. He and a friend spent another hour looking for the battery, which, to this day, is still leaking alkaline fluid into the roots of mutant shrubbery.

When he made it to Cingular, he had to pay for a new battery, and pay for repairs on his old phone, since his insurance plan did not cover drop-kicking. To be honest, that's not what his plan said, but I cannot remember the exact reason for Cingular's lack of help. So this is why Carter gave the advice we should all take to heart: "Don't break your cell phone, thinking insurance will cover it, because it won't." Sadly for Carter, the Romans where right when they said, "When a thing is done, advice comes too late."

Carter's advice servers to help and aid us in our daily struggles. But watch out for people too eager to give advice. Author Charles Varlet Marquis de La Grange, who's name is entirely too long, offers a bit of wisdom. "When we ask advice we are usually looking for an accomplice." Keep that in mind if anyone EVER tells you, "Break your cell phone, because I did, and insurance WILL cover it." This applies to any sort of insurance fraud.

Now, while on the topic of advice, I will tell you a secret: The art of advice is to make the recipient believe he thought of it himself. So my goal is to not give advice, but rather tell a story that will make the reader say to himself, "You know, maybe it's not a good idea to throw this cell phone, in hopes of receiving insurance money." So, whatever you do, don't take any of this information to heart. Instead, live your life as if you never read this. And if you ever come accross an opportunity to break your phone, think twice, but pretend like I didn't tell you to.

Ama, Marc, Todd, call me

I finally got a call from Marc last night. I was a bit worried that my friends in DC had forgotten about me. I was really excited about hanging out with them while we were all in DC. Previous to last night, I had Marc and Todd several times, leaving only one message with each, and neither have returned my calls. I even tried calling WSBF where Ama works, to see if maybe Ama left Tim's number with one of them, no luck there. I sent a series of Instant Messages to Marc and WSBF. Again, no luck. It was a good thing that I finally got in touch with them. As Jessica put it, "All we need is another missing Ama story."

Until last night, I was wondering what was going on. I had went so far as to think that Ama was being held hostage. Maybe she had seen all my phone calls and IMs, but couldn't get untied long enough to send me a message back. Then I was hoping she'd be able to sneak away or something and call, as if she were some secret agent calling from a dark ally, why everyone else is up stairs partying on, not knowing she's gone off into the night to do her mission. That reminds me of True Lies, when Arnold Swartzzawaanagra is at a high class party, then sneaks off to do his secret agent work.

It's always exciting to show your friends the "other side" of yourself. I try to get all my Clemson friends into DC at some point, and try to bring all my DC friends to South Carolina. It's always interesting seeing someone's expression when they see a new side of you that they've never experienced. I used to have friends that would come visit me in Maryland, and they lived in New Jersey. I thought I knew them pretty well, until I visited New Jersey, and found out they're much deeper and dynamic. I always love to offer people that same inside into my life, and I love learning more about my friends.

I wanted to show Jessica around DC, but she moved to California before spring break. Now if things with Ama/Marc/Todd falls through, I'll be 0-and-2. Or maybe that would bump me to 0-5?

Benjamin Disraeli -- whoever that is -- once said, "What we anticipate seldom occurs, what we least expected generally happens." Is this going to be one of those times when I've looked forward and anticipated something for weeks, only to see it fall into one of those categories "seldom occurring"? After confiding in a friend of mine, Rachael, expressed her ideas on anticipation, "It is always the people who aren't held in anticipation that never get asked to do something." After three days of being in DC and not hearing from any of them, I was beginning to wonder if that was me.

I wonder what Harry Tasker -- Arnold's character in True Lies -- would have done to get in touch with his buddy, while in a far away place. Maybe I should be watching the sky's for flares or explosions. It's not like Ama's trying to escape from anywhere otherwise I'd be looking for high speed chases. But Ama likes to walk places instead of drive. So maybe I should be on the look out for an out of control power-walker.

How do you spell Al Quieda?

Al Qeada -- or however it's spelled -- is crippling America. They have won, and they're continuing to win.

But before I explain why, let's back up and talk about some domestic issues. I was posed the question the other day: what would you do with $2,100? Plenty, I responded. I'd start paying off my student loans, or maybe pay for a few months of rent to get that out of the way. I asked some friends, and their answers include:, down payment for a car to impress sorroity sweathearts downtown, pay for their texbooks, treat their extended family to dinner, and buy a new computer. A gift of $2,100 would be excellent, especially now that my bills are the highest. My friend explained the reason behind his question; that is what America is currently spending per second in Iraq.

Continuing with the questioning, my friend posed yet another question: What would you do with this second's $2,100? And now this second's? Every second you have to think of something new to do with that money. After the first minute or so, I would have done everything in this life I've ever dreamed of doing.

And this is why Al Quida has won, and will continue winning, the war against America. Somehow they convinced us to spend billions and billions on forign soil, thus insuring an economic downfall within the United States. The cost of the World Trade Center is nothing compared to what Al Quida got us to spend in Iraq. To make it worse, it seems like Bush's goal is to double the deaths of the WTC by sending wave after wave of American to their death.

Remember that huge typhoon that killed three hundred thousand humans? If we spent the same amount on them as we did in Iraq, we could have built a house and bought a car for each person who lost their domicile.

Hitler didn't even spend as much money as Bush is, in their respective wars. Maybe if Hitler acted more like Bush, the Germans would have won. In fact, Bush is trying to spend more money in the next 5 years in the military, than existed in the entire world when Hitler was trying to play global police.

So Al Quida attacks us, and we invade a country that has nothing to do with Al Quida, except for the religion. Of all the random people to attack, why did we choose Iraq? There are currently 182 countries that practice the dictionary definition of "genocide." Speaking of Hitler, dozens of these countries would make Hitler blush, claiming death tolls far greater. Bosnia, Kosavo, Serbia...their genocidic numbers have surpassed twenty million. Now that I think about it, Sadam Hussen is a pretty good person in comparison.

This all proves that Al Quida is winning the war. They've convinced our top leaders to support dumping money into a place that doesn't deserve American money. This liberal minded author agreed with his republican friend in saying that dumping the $2,100 on a higher-income braket family is a much better use of money that burning it. With that in mind, the $300 tax refund I got last year was a slap in the face from Bush. It was like saying, I'm not as good as an Iraqi citizen, and don't deserve the same respect that America is giving the Iraqi public.

If you gave one American man woman or child $2,100 every second, and continued in order until every American received that gift, then every 331 days, we would restart the payout. That would mean that the average family would receive around 9 grand a year. Far better than Bush's crappy gift of $300. Think of it this way: the average armed robbery yeilds about $200. How many people would be commiting those crimes if all they had to do was sit on their couch and receive that money?

But that's veering off topic. All I'm really saying, is the terrorists are winning, and Bush is doing a great job of insuring their victory.

Random news

1) Made it to DC fine. Waiting for a call from Ama-and-friends to see what they're up to. I have a theory that the guys she's hanging out with don't want to share her time because none of them have returned my calls or IMs :) I suppose it works out, cuz my family's trying to claim me around the house as long as possible.

2) Seth, I misquoted the eclipse I saw on the forum. The car is more like 12K

3) This one's been deleted

4) Hot tubs are my best friend

5) During my bored times, inbetween events, I've been going to other people's weblogs. I'm glad Brad and Jessica have new content, but sadly there're no updates for Sooz or Crystal Lite :(

6) Jasmine and I have been channel surfing. The shows they have these days are amazing....etch-a-sketch contests for instance. Who woulda thought? Oh, I found a screen saver channel, which plays nothing but High-Definition screen savers all day long.

7) The market is way down since last week. Waay down. The DOW has been diving at an average 50 points a day. So far, it looks like a good move that I sold most of my stock. This may just be a blip, but we'll see. So far the car -- even though it's a depriciating piece of property -- is still the better investment.

8) You can't find mellow yellow in any of the states that touch Washington DC......well maybe you can, but I've stopped at every gas station and grocery store between here and northern virgina, with no success :( No caffine for me!

9) I've been receiving everyone's calls just fine. I havn't been calling back because roaming for me is like 60 cents a minute. I try to call everyone back at night time from my home phone.

That's it for now I think. I may post a bit more later.

Fruits of my labor

I got the best instant message today. More than what I could ask for, actually. I write these weblog for my enjoyment, but more over, to feel like I can make a subtle little change. Maybe make someone think a different way. Maybe to allow me to let myself think a differnt way.

My received message was the following "...your welcome! I just thought you should know cuz it always cheers me up." Couldn't ask for anything more. And I relay the following knowledge to describe my feeling of joy from hearing these words.

Humans have always thought because they have power, we have wisdom. Therefore people through history would farm for power, in order to feel the influence of their wisdom. From the short time of writing these posts, I have come to remember that power can be fought over, wisdom cannot. There are more things in heaven and earth then the glimps of human philosophy. Why then are we so cock-sure about the power we posses over other humans? I'll take the life altering wisdom of a impovereshed man over the clouded wisdom of a powerful man every time. Why? Because the art of being wise is a learned trait, not one that is taken with a sword.

Speaking of swords, I should really post a picture of my Christmas present. It is a utility katana -- utility in that it came sharp enough to cut paper in half that mearly dropped on top of it. If you light a candle in the room, the sword will reflect it, and the entire room will glimmer with its brilliance. One of my best friends gave it to me, and I love it, the amount anyone can love a wordly item. I almost attacked Brad with it when he busted into my house one day.

But hey, these are just ramblings. All this discussion about love and power and wisdom...doesn't matter to me. What really matters is that message I got from my friend, telling me their appriciation for the posts I've been writing. That's really all the wisdom in the world I need, is how to make someone happy. How to make someone thing a bit differently.

The person who messaged me earlier closed the conversation with this: "superyay for the 'cop ahead' story."

GOD

YES God can microwave a burrito so hot that He Himself cannot touch it. Simply stated

To Prove: God may burn himself with a microwave'd burrito.
1) Let us assume that God is all-powerful.
2) We assume for argumental purposes, that the temperature a burrito can maintain, is infinite - 1.
3) We assume that God posseses a microwave -- or may create a godly microwave -- able to raise the temperature of a burrito to the temperature of infinity - 1.

4) We must understand that God cannot be hurt or harmed by anything, even a burrito that possesses hyper-nuclear tempuratures.
5) Using prefis #1, we know that God is all-powerful. Therefor he may change prefis #4, which states he cannot be harmed by a particulare entinty, in order to satisfy the proof, that God may burn himself with a microwave'd burrito.

There fore I conclude that God is able to maintain his omnipotence while possibily being able to NOT handle a burrito that He microwaved.

Q.E.D, Quad erat deminstratum

I remember

I have a story. I'll tell it like it happened last week, because it sounds a lot better that way.
So last week -- which was actually august two years ago -- students were coming back to school, and Bush had finished cutting taxes so cops had to give more tickets to get more funding. I just did the research too, so all you conservites who are about to belch anti-corbel-blog...it's a fact. I'm not the Observer. Anyway, cops were at every corner. Tickets were up 400% in Clemson for August. There were two possible reasons for this: First, they wanted to set precident for the new students. Second, they needed more funding. One particular cop sat behind some large bushes on the road into Clemson. I saw him while heading to Bi-Lo. The police officer was hiding, trying to trick drivers into believing it was okay to drive fast by creating the illusion that no law enforcment was around. The idea of the police encouraging law breaking to fund their department irked me. It festered in my Eclipse, like a fart in an old car. So at Bi-Lo, my lid spilled, and I suffered from a macho adreneline rush: I bought a floresant poster and a big black marker. I drove a quater mile down the road from the cop, who still sat there. I stood out of my car and held up my yellow-florecent poster that now read: COP AHEAD.
Within about 30 seconds, break lights were everywhere, and I was the hero of Clemson. Girls waved at me and guys wanted to be me. That second part was made up in my head, but girls defintily waved at me. Here's an interesting side fact of my assholivness; 100% of the people who saw my sign slowed and went the speed limit. 0% of the people slowed down because of the unseen cop hiding behind the bushes. I enforced the law more effectivly than any officer of the law could. Out in the open, my sign was slowing people down. Hiding, waiting for fund his department, the cop was looking to stop one-of-a-thousand, so he could slow 0.01% of the population. The law enforcment ended when some guy disagreed with my sign, and pulled over next to the cop. He told the cop what was going on. Bam, I was off like a prom dress. People went back to speeding. And 0.01% of the community who would otherwise get caught, got away with speeding because the cop was chasing me. Heh, the law enforcer was being chased by a police officer.

Funs stuff. Fun stuff with a moral.

I remember the first "blog" I wrote 6 years ago. Back when the internet was young, and the creator of mozilla just got rich because of his creation. Back then, browsers didn't exists, and weblogs were writen in telnet, with pico or xi editors. When programers needed to view other people's development by doing a whois or finger user. It's interesting seeing people jump on the bandwaggon -- by that I mean people who have done it in the past two years or so. Makes me wonder if they'll still be doing it six years from now. I guess having Mr Netscape make the web availible for everyone, so anyone with a browser can make a web log. "WEBLOG".

Hope

I got to speak to my buddy who is in Iraq. He's 50 miles north of Bahgdad. He is a medic. He cannot go to the bathroom during the day in fear of mortors. During a mortor attack, two people got hit. He saved one but couldn't save the other.

The following is the epitomy of hope. In all the shit he's in....between all the mortors and all the doctoring and saving people....in the middle of the storm he's living in, the other day he managed to get online, and play Eve Online with the rest of us. He was able to be with all the people he knew and talked to, thousands of miles away. Hunkered in his bunker-or-wherever, he got online and chatted with us. Talked to us about how things were going and sent us pictures.

Eve is just a video game, tis true. However, it's something my buddy loves to do. And in the middle of guns and wars and hate, he was able to do the thing he loved to do, with the people he loved to do it with; a simple video game. He flew his spaceship in and out of in-game combat. Nobody else he flew with knew he was in Iraq, while they were in the comfort of their homes -- in their wives and girlfriends arms -- with a coffee or milk in their hands. While they had pajamas on, he had his fatigues, ready to run out and patch people up who would otherwise bleed to death. A microcosom of light in an other wise brutal existance. That is hope in its purest.

Time to go cut my hair for the party tonight. I'm going for the Tyler Durden look, from the later half of the movie.

Gentle Night

...raise your fist and march around
until the blades of grass
break through the concrete.

I enjoy abrupt stops

I enjoy playing pool. I enjoy playing chess.

Brad is currently down stairs cleaning or something, making a whole bunch of noise.

I enjoy mello yello. It's like fuel to me.

I cannot seem to get a coherent group of things together to talk about, and it upsets me, because I don't want to make these posts just a rambling. I like to make my posts at least entertaining. Almost like a fiction work, only it really happened. That way people are entertained as well as reading what I have to say. And if I accomplish that, then every writer in the world is jealous of me.

I enjoy writing.

I have a few stories I woud like to tell, but do not have the energy to say them right now. One is about love-at-first sight dealies, the other is about stewie and his first thunderstorm, another is about the date I was on a few years ago.

Hey Seth is supposed to call me and we're supposed to go to frankies fun world, which is a land dedicated to putt putt, fast food, and I think arcades? Maybe a go cart track or something...it's been a while since I've been there. Hey have you guys ever been subjected to an abrupt stop?

beauty

I would like to tell everyone about love.

Now, this isn't your church Godly love, or your married-75-years-chicken-dance love. The kind of love I would like to talk about, is the kind that God intended us to have. The kind you'd see, if a caveman and cavewoman saw each other across the river.

I saw a girl. She came into Airimba. She had highheels, or some form of elevated shoes. I don't know if they were heels, but somthing that made her legs look longer. And her legs were long. They were slender. They went all the way up to the shortest pair of jeans they sell. Express Jean Shorts...goddam what a rush. Midrift was showing, and her tank top was stretched to it's limit by a pair of breasts that ... well, I later found out that she had just given birth, and her chest was meant for reproduction. Proportionally, they were the largest I have ever seen. Tanner than a filipino, dirtier blond than sand.

Beauty.

Carnal ferocity would not describe the things I wanted to do to her right there, infront of my boss, infront of my customers, in front of all of creation. My heart was going crazy...not the kind of crazy where you're in love, but the kind of crazy where so much blood is pumping that your eyes get blurry, and you can't hear anything. I started sweating like those stupid school boys who see a bra for the first time. In the theatrical sense of sex...if 1 were your average thursday afternoon mantinee, and 10 being the most depraved act of sexual reproduction known to the stage, not to be modest, but I would have commited an 11. I was a caveman. She was beautiful.

Now, all that description of beauty doesn't matter. Doesn't matter what she looked like really, what matter was the feeling. I was a caveman. I wanted her in the most basic way a human can need something. Ladies, this is the imporant part of the post. it doesn't matter what you look like...fat, skinny, blond, brunette...hundreds, even thousands of guys may see you every day, and every single one of them at least glances at you. It's natural, it's hereditary. They have to. Now, out of those guys who look at you, there is one who feels the same way towards you that I looked at that girl who came into my office. Honestly, she wasn't that pretty...I looked at pictures I took with my phone camera, and she's not someone that everyone would think is pretty. However look at that description; she was perfect in my eyes, and that description is how she came accross when I first saw her. So ladies reading this. Like I said...no matter what you look like, there is some guy who will see you as that perfect object of survival desire. Now THAT is beauty. I am sure a guy has seen you today and thought that.

This girl who came into Airimba..w e called her Lauren McHottie because we didn't know her name. Now this has happened several times in my life. I've seen the end-all girl. However all the girls I've met like this fall into one of the following catagories: 1) Dating someone else 2) Way out of my league 3) Off limits for varius reasons. And I hate that last one.

Okay, that's the first part of what I have to say about beauty. The second part I would like to say, I will say some time if I am feeling more bold.

Monday, February 21, 2005 | Permalink   

Intoxication

This post has been deleted in an interesting reverse censorship move....I invited my parents to read my weblog, so I must clense it of anything inappropriate for parents to see :) Now I just need to figure out a way to prevent them from reading my book.

Beauty

I went to a bar tonight with Ama and Sooz. Was a whole lot of fun.


I used to be the King of Clemson. Yes, I owned Clemson. I am sure in a later post, I will describe my syndicate. But for now, I will describe the feeling. The essence of being the King Of Clemson. The Heir to the Town. Everywhere I went, subjects would look at me. And I would look back at them, through my sharkcage sunglasses. I owned them. When ever someone looked at me funny, I would silently dare them. Dare them to challenge who I was; what I did. Because I knew no matter what happened, I was still in charge. I could control what happened to them. I knew several people who loved life the same way I did, and who would grasp it the same way I did. They would destroy anything in our way, just like I did. And if one of these people walking across campus looked at me funny, he would be in my way. He would be in our way. And because of that, I knew I owned Clemson. Nothing was in my way. I'll tell you a story.
One time I walked down the street with my friend. We owned the sidewalk. People moved out of our way. We crossed the street. We did not turn both ways because obviouslly we owned the street aswell. Someone honked their horn. We turned to look at who dare challenge our athority. A sports car. The owner yelled at us. Cussed at us. Threatened us.
My friend squinted. THe sports car owner was in the dominant position because of his vehical, but that did not phase us. The guy yelled something about "kicking" and "ass". My friend said it perfectly.
"Go ahead" he temped. "Kick my ass." Defeat me, he begged. "While you're doing that, my friend will steal your car."
Dominance in its perfection. A trump card that nobody can top. He let us cross the street with no further problems. He would have let us lay in the road, because he knew we were dominant.

I need to get laid. I was down town tonight, and I saw girls. I was exposed to the female population, and it was beautiful.

Several years ago, I was on a date.

And I will totally recount this when I am not intoxicated. Oh man I wish I could tell this story. It is beautiful.

Weddings

I attended an online wedding today. It took place in World of Warcraft. There was a bride in a wedding dress (created by an ingame tailor), and a groom with a tux, (created by the same ingame tailor). Similarly, there was a lvl 41 human priest. A couple dozen people attended, with a coordinated cerimony. They gave their vows, and traded expensive rings (traded them like goods traded by merchants). When the bride and groom kissed, audiance members shot of ingame fireworks which blew up in the sky. Afterwards, there was a wedding procession through the main city, to the bar, where the online characters got drunk . I left shortly afterwards. I wonder if there was a honeymoon?

That was an interesting little phenominon. Where is the gaming world going? Did these people really love each other? Were they just trying to get attention? It was a lot of coordination and work trying to get this put together. Someone even challened the groom to a fight for the hand of the bride (dueling is allowed amungst alliance members) and the groom of course won. Scripted most likley. It was a lot of fun...not because I went to a wedding, but because someone turned this game into their private chapple, and went through a holy matrimoney. If the lvl 41 human priest was an ordaned minister, would these people be married in real life?

I really wonder if they love each other. Are these people dorks? Should we be making fun of them? Or are they truley in love, and should we be jealous of them. In either case, it was a lot of fun watching the bride and groom summon their mounts, and trot through town, with fireworks going off everywhere.

Or are they the most lucky people we can think of?

Pizza In Video games

New day new blog. Btw, I hate that word because it makes me feel like a sell out.
They're starting to implement ordering pizza to online games. So now in order to receive pizza, you just type in /pizza, and it gets ordered. I'll type my prospective on that in a bit, but I don't have the energy now, as I just spent the past hour e-arguing it's necessity. And no, it's not just laziness, it has to do with progression. (well hey, maybe I do have the energy to explain it). It has to do with progressing our integration. Just like a hundred years ago someone said "if pizza is delievered, all people will become lazy." Now buisnesses order food all the time, just to get half an hour more productivity in the day. And the usefullness doesn't just come into play because video game addicts can now stay online longer. The big deal comes when programmers can click a few buttons and order food without hemming and hawing at the coffee pot with the rest of his fellow workers for an hour before ordering food. Midday hunger will evade people who like to work-till-it's-done. You know those moments of creativity, when you think you can work for hours and hours on end? Well that comes to an abrupt stop when you have to get up and collaborate your lunch time with a bunch of people , and spend the thirty seconds it takes to stop and talk to order food, and think about your credit card number, and all the other variables that get in the way of you continuing your stream of conciousness. Yeah, take that 2004 society!

When I was sick last week, stewie stayed in bed with me the entire time. I think Stewie logged about 40 hours of sleep in a 5 day pieriod. Crazy!

Goddess

I know a girl, and she's a goddess. And no no, I don't mean there's a chick that I wanna bang because she's the uber hottie, but rather she has royalty status. She's the only girl working in an all-male staff of computer nerds. I don't really know if they're nerds, but I don't like one of the guys that works there so they're giving me the benefit of the doubt by me calling them nerds. N-E-way, I found that very interesting. I want royalty status! I want to be able to ask all the silly questions and everyone rush to answer them as quickly as possible. In fact, I want everyone to rush to answer my question, and fight over which one gets to answer my silly question. That would be awesome, and that would make me a god, with a lower case G.

I just killed a horde member in World of Warcraft. He was bothering a noobie character. The noobie character saluted me (yes he typed /salute and his pixelated character stood up straight and put his hand to his face as if blocking the sun, in an aparent attempt to show his respect for killing the horde member that was killing him over and over. Does that make me a god? To some person out there, I was the idol of respect. Something that would make someone, somewhere in this world type something that would show me, my character, that he respected me. It was nice, but I want that in real life. I want to do something good enough to someone where they salute me. Maybe not salute, but to smile. Smile with the whole heaerted dilligence that someone under appriciation gives. That would be nice. It's happened on occasion, and that makes life worth living you know? Maybe if I were to become a steward, I could possibly be on a flight where the plane crashed, and maybe my instructions would save a bunch of people's lives. In the event of an emergency, exits are here, and here. Note that your closest exit might be behind you. I am a god

2nd post Musings

I was sitting around one day, trying to come up with the best way to describe how I felt about one particular person I do not like. And it was hard, because I can't just say "I hate this person" because 1) it is incorrect use of the word hate, 2) that phrase is over used to the point of mental bludgoning. Eventually, I decided I could not accuratly describe how I felt about this particular person. Which then lead to another thought. What if I described my loathing, but describing how undescribable it is to grasp my level of loathe? Well here it is...I decided that: "It would be difficult to express my distaste for this person, because the feeling is partially bound with infinity"
That's right. An .u.ber phrase to describe the .u.ber feeling.

By the way, did you know that uber came from an old german gaming termanology? Yes it's a word in the German language and everyone's all "yeah I know where it came from", but what they don't know is that it came from a sporting event. Yup! And of course now I can't remember what the name of the game is, so I look like an idiot.

Did you know urine is sterile? You could drink it

BANDWAGON

I seem to be the last one of my friends who started a blog. The best part, is i KNOW at least one, maybe two, people don't know what a "blog" is, or where it comes from. And for those of you who do not know, it comes from the term "Web Log", originally used for programming developers to communicate with each other and interested parties on the progress of the programs, for either historical or developmental purposes.
So, just as email started off being a privalaged net-savy-only-please doctorates' method of communicating the highest level of importants.....and is now used for every day communication by five year olds....so does the weblog evolve into something everybody uses.

So holy crap, I'm not going to be the last one on this bandwaggon! I admit it, I'm joining it to be trendy. I'm wearing an abercrombie shirt right now. Back in the day, I would have graduated college without stepping foot onto campus if I had developped a weblog. Now I'm doing it just because.....well, am I jealous? Am I jealous I didn't do it first? Am I upset that people are doing it to be trendy? Both, but probably mostly the ladder. People boast their "blogs" on their webpages and talk about it without knowing what one is. And it pisses me off so much so that I now HAVE to get a weblog and be cool like the masses!

I am just overly venting because in reality, I'm sure most people know what a blog is...or maybe I'm just saying that as not to offend anyone who didn't know what it was. In any event, I'm writing again, and no matter the reasons I started.....it's going to be fun :)