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Tife and Limes: Hot Minority-on-Minority Violence... 2! [Oct. 28th, 2007|01:45 am]
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[music |Tom Tom Club - Wordy Rappinghood]

-School! The bomb. Crummy weather (good for firefighters). Our class, now firmly established, is where the absence of one really stands out. Not like I can remember too many names. Bloody terrible with names. Nine people today. 3 veterans, 3 ints, minor, basic um, sandy. Basic dois was missing. People what vanished from last week were rocking the fringe of that cold that had passed round these parts. We're finally clearing out the list on the syllabus, so the remainder of the classes will be on sweet sweet refinement. Feeling good about progress.

Also, last week I found out I can take the same class indefinitely by auditing the credits. I had completely whooshed on that! (Engineering) the rest of my days! Four dollars a class! Can you CONCEIVE of the like?? (ENGINEERING) FOREVER?!? AIGH! IT'S ALMOST TOO MUCH TO HANDLE!



Gym was great for the first half until I got hit by some mild indigestion in the second. There were quite a few of the regulars missing so the energy level was lower than usual. But I woke up with a sore upper back, which means the time was well spent.

After things wound down a bit, there was some hot hot sparring action.


The aforementioned Minority Violence, thoughts on front/back tucking, and an incredibly vivid dream that had Chun Li in it. )



RAN SAN SAN A RAN SAN SAN, KUNI-KUNI-KUNI-KUNI AN SAN SAN, AI KI YI YIP YI KI YAY A HOO A HOO A NEE KEE CHEE! (This song is the jam.)
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I now know what Calvin's dad meant. [Mar. 13th, 2007|08:30 pm]
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[music |Andy Caldwell - that one song that reminds me of sex]

One monumental award-winningly terrible weekend later, things aren't so bad. Friday kicked off a two and a half day streak of not being able to contact the people I needed to and/or people not calling me back. Didn't get a damn thing done and was SUPER depressed. My mind became a concrete bunker and the whole world was shitty and terrible. The worst part was trying to do/find things I wanted/needed to, even little stuff, and it all failing horribly.

Monday, some people called back. Others are being vague or haven't, but what the hey. It helped a great deal that I got my new check card and I updated all my internet-related bills in time, which was a huge relief. Things will pick up. No way you were convincing me of that on Saturday though.

I bought two pairs of Vans today :DDD Vans are awesome. I love 'em. How many times have I said that, I wonder.

The Viacom/Youtube story is interesting to me because of all the news stories I've been reading, the feedback from teens/young adults is mostly complaining about the practices of wealthy bullying corporations and rationalizing how entertainment should be freely available one way or another. There's also a predominant view that nobody is really getting hurt, but it usually sounds like ignorance or denial over copyrights and commercial property. Older adults with some exceptions generally side with Viacom because they understand the laws and the argument behind the case, even if they personally think YouTube shouldn't be punished and a compromise is best. I side with Viacom, intellectual property rights should be backed up as much as any other interest in tangible property. If a creator worked hard to get it out there, they deserve to have it available as intended. I could care less about television and I don't use YouTube very often but as an artist I'd be pissed as hell if someone chopped up Fancy Plans and put it up there.

I can't kid myself because I know for damn sure that if things stay the same it's going to eventually get put up on YouTube. Someone's going to chop the whole movie up into parts or just make a montage of all the fight scenes. If we spend a good chunk of our time hunting it down and reporting it, there's nothing stopping another account from replacing it right away, then endless cycle. I want it to be seen as it was intended to be seen- not butchered and compressed with a trail of comments by douches that can't even spell their favorite incomprehensible run-on racist epithet barrage o' the week. You put your heart and soul into something, it shouldn't get kicked around the place like a 50-cent Indonesian bootleg.

Generally speaking, it's amazing just how fucking pissy and childish people can get when they can't get something for free anymore. Nobody's entitled to SHIT for free, honestly. "I can't get it now, but I WANT it! I've wanted it forever! I DESERVE to get it! Also, my life sucks! Give me shit!" Our whole culture of instant gratification is damaging. Everyone's in a hurry and needs what they want immediately. Convenience! NOW! ARGH! TURN GREEN STUPID LIGHT I'M IMPORTANT AND HAVE TO GET TO WHERE I'M GOING! Fucking A, people should slow the fuck down and put themselves outside of their impulses once in a damn while. All that rushing and deserving this & that and whatnot will get you to the grave a whole lot faster.

Somewhat related thought: Most of the people I know were teenagers when we witnessed the birth of the world wide web. I can't imagine what a kid with the internet nowadays must think. In school you actually had to go to a library to look something up without google or wikipedia?? Insanity! 24kbps? Are you shitting me?

Man, that was a crazy time.

It's getting late. Push-ups. Pasta.



This morning I had an incredibly vivid dream. It seemed to last a few days even though I was asleep for only twenty minutes since I had gone back to bed after my first alarm went off. Wow hella text, man. What is up. )
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More anuses! [Oct. 27th, 2006|09:40 pm]
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[music |Antonio Carlos Jobim - Samba de Uma Nota So]

None of this shit is important. Ha-cha!

-Wednesday I spent hours dicking around with Mambo as a possibility for the new ZG site. It's not a bad CMS, neat modules and a ton of hooey, but it's still much easier for me to write simple html from scratch. The Mambo control panel was slow and cumbersome. The demo template at least gave me an idea for the new menu page.

-That night I had a weird dream. At one point I was in an arcade and Donnie Yen appeared. He asked me about the game I was playing, which was Tempest. Only it was titled Stargate and looked like a white vector Centipede with the Galaga ship as the player character. The cabinet had a glass side panel with a red tri-laser projector that Donnie found really impressive. Apparently I knew a lot about this game.

In a later part of the dream I saw one of my friends completely naked in a prone position. It was pretty damn hot but also really confusing because I was debating with some guy over the emotion of the position being improper as she was being displayed on a faceplate for a GPS system. Uh-HUH.

-I lost my (free and probably fake but well-fitting) jade ring at work and my mp3 player broke today. This must be the yin to balance out all the yang I've been experiencing lately. It's just as well, I've been wanting to get a 2GB player for a while now. They've been dropping in price quite a lot recently. 1 GB players are already half of what they were last Christmas.

-Every lunch break I check Wikinews and about four other news sites. Apparently CHICKEN WITH 2 ANUSES DIES is important. (title's been changed since)

I want a freakin' pile of peanut M&M's or something.

edit: Balls and a quarter they don't put very many M&M's in the damn bag
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"...so now we HAVE to have a slo-mo swordfight with him in a red flowing bathrobe" [Oct. 10th, 2006|12:30 am]
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[mood | sleepy]

We didn't get that much done this weekend because of last-minute barricades that inevitably happen every project. Barnacles. Occupied ourselves pretty well anyway.

-Tried Boba. Didn't like it. Apparently I'm not very Asian HMM IS THIS NEWS

-On Sunday, saw The Departed. First movie in a theater since 16 Blocks. I already saw Infernal Affairs, which was great, but thankfully long enough ago that I couldn't remember every plot device or anticipate what would happen next. The Departed was stranglehold kick-ass from start to finish. Couldn't complain about a single actor. It was really nice to see Mark Wahlberg in such an entertaining role. Our only problem with it was the TERRIBLE Chinese gang. They're only in one scene but do nothing besides make China look retarded. It would've been the perfect opportunity for a cameo from an Infernal Affairs cast member. Anyway, both films highly recommended.

-Note to self: Charlene's head for logo.

-Played through a shitload of Capcom beat-em-ups on a modded 'box. Got to run through a few I've never seen in an arcade. Unfortunately in most cases it went "Oh man this game was the SHIT back in the day!" to "Why am I still playing this." after several levels. No more simple pleasures.
High tier: Alien vs Predator, The Punisher, Warriors of Fate/Sangokushi II
Mid tier: Cadillacs & Dinosaurs, Captain Commando, Armored Warriors, D&D: Shadow Over Mystara, D&D: Tower of Doom
Low tier: Knights of the Round, The King of Dragons

-If Donnie Yen is in a movie he should ALWAYS hit somebody with a jump spinning back kick. Even if it's a cameo in a weak Louis Koo/Gigi Leung movie.

-Sick to DEATH of high-budget period Chinese movies where all or nearly all of the main characters fucking DIE at the end. Jesus CHRIST. Crouching Tiger, Hero, House of Flying Daggers, The Banquet, even Musa (Korean). Huh. Funny thing is all of those have Zhang Ziyi in them, but I don't dislike her. I can only hope Curse of the Golden Flower doesn't follow suit with the heap of deaths.

-Crazy dream Saturday night: In a toy store looking at unproduced GI Joes. Then in Andrew's room watching him build incredibly elaborate castles out of red and blue legos. Cardassian ships in a space battle on the TV, then a shell-shaped shuttle docking on an unknown alien vessel. Then INSIDE the vessel greeting an alien. See Aaron and Lateef in the waiting room. Long dinner party teaching the aliens how to eat Earth food. Girl at my table that looks like Catherine Zeta-Jones trying to chuck soda crackers over her head at the guest speakers. Then outside walking down a street with many local businesses around. Start beating the shit out of an irate white guy and he just won't go down no matter how many times I punch him. Somebody else intervenes and throws him into some trash outside of a car stereo store, saying something about his dad owing somebody money. I walk into a used bookstore and look at a bootleg DVD of 2001: A Space Odyssey priced in British pounds, then some sci-fi movie about undersea diving starring Ernest Borgnine in a big orange robot diving suit and three guys in front of him. Then got a phonecall from Andrew, couldn't understand what he was saying, heard "xxxx is here, you have to come here, we HAVE TO DO THIS NOW". I'm asking who and what did you say and he repeats "COME ON WE GOTTA DO THIS RIGHT NOW HE'S HERE" and then I woke up. It was totally vivid and felt like it lasted a few days.
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god-damn upper lip pimples lurking right under my friggin nose [Sep. 17th, 2006|11:52 pm]
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[mood | sleepy]
[music |Cal Tjader - The Prophet]

Not Far From The Truth: Andrew's Insane Dream

As described to me earlier. I worry about this guy, I really do.

Dreams came up because I had three CRAZY déjà vu moments this weekend. Vivid as hell. It's a trip every time it happens, at least twice a month, and it irritates me because I don't know what in sam-flaming-hill to make of it. Repeating self.


Difficult things achieved on Saturday. Time is flying by faster than ever. Is the weekend already over? Sturm and drang. Many things are passing before I'm even aware of them, movies/events in particular. Shit I've heard about months before is already out and over by the time I slow down enough to check. Pride Open-Weight Grand Prix? Protector came and went? Crank's been out since when? Fatal Contact trailer already? Star Trek's how old now? Tweak's in California? The speed of it all is madly disconcerting.

In-between hard work/determination I got some good gaming in over the weekend. Saturday Sam and I got some serious Killzone on for the first time in forever (failing gloriously on several Team DM setups) and stomped through most of Europe in Call of Duty 2 while Andrew slept for half a day and fucking BELLOWED angry shit in Mandarin in his sleep. Today I WRECKED Pablo's shit in Tekken. Thought he could step to me. I had to get the most out of it during the moment because in real life he could kill me VERY easily if he wanted to :x

In-joke for personal future reference: "I'm ready mentally (point) and physically (point). Don't worry. I'm here. (elbow) HEEEEHHHHHHHHHH."

Tweak was here but I missed him because I'm in the middle of GO TIME. I called up Will to see if they could swing by while I was in L.A. but I guess Will wanted Tweak to hisself. TWEAK HOG! I kid. Sorry I missed you, Tweakumz ;o

More to come. I am busy enough for two of me. Gotta have goals, work for the dream, stay Level 3 until completion. Holy shit sleep is the best thing ever. Hope my Achewood books get here Monday.
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Eisner/Miller, movies, other shit [Mar. 16th, 2006|05:25 pm]
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[mood | depressed]

Yesterday I had a dream that I was riding around on several buses, and I stopped at a station that turned into a big empty grey house where my ex-girlfriend was living. We were lying around in her small-as-hell bed for a while and I just felt HAPPY. Not doing shit, just lying there with a girl. Then her room turned into my room and we were kicking it in bed and everything was the bee's knees. It felt perfectly euphoric.

Then I woke up feeling like PURE SHIT. I was disillusioned and depressed, and there really wasn't a rational reason for being so. It was just one of those really terrible mornings. So after much melodramatic internal struggle I peeled myself from bed and went out all day.

At the bookstore I came across the greatest book, Eisner/Miller, a compilation of discussions between Will Eisner and Frank Miller. Despite the fact that their fields are in comics, a lot of what they talk about applies to other creative subjects (like mine), or to any artist trying to make a living. Excerpts:

Eisner: "The problem that you set for yourself creates the innovation."

Eisner: "...no one who tells you, 'Hey, this is one of the great works of your life. This is a great idea, you're going to make a big change in this world.' You gotta believe it. You have to believe in what you're doing. You have to believe in yourself, and you have to be willing to take the risk."

Miller: "People with small egos can't do this kind of stuff. It requires not just an idea, but a confidence in yourself that the idea is worth pursuing."

Eisner: "Technique is secondary. Technique comes as a result of how you do what you do."

Miller: "If there ever was a theme song for the business end of the industry, it's 'We can't do that, we didn't do that yesterday!'"
Eisner: "'We never did that before! No one ever does that! It's not done!'"

Eisner: "Hollywood is an environment wherein you're measured and judged by how much money you have. That's one of the problems with our society. People are too often measured by the amount of money they have."

Miller: "Somewhere down the road, the notion of pandering became a virtue. It's sanctified in Hollywood!"

Eisner: "Rejection is very much a part of this business. One of the reasons artists make deals they're sorry for later is fear of rejection. Another part of this is the willingness to do something, even unrequited action, but you say you're gonna do it because you believe you're right." "I believed there were things I wanted to say, wanted to do yet, that I needed to get done. I didn't necessarily think it would be fun, I felt this was something that needed to be done to satisfy my own sensibilities."

Great book. I still felt depressed today and took hours to get going, so I'm going to try my best to rise out of this funk. Not good times.


-16 Blocks was a great movie. Totally worth it. Mos Def did an excellent job, and Bruce Willis was as reliable as a Bruce Willis cop could be. I still have to see Block Party because I am Michel Gondry fan #2.

-The trailer for Basic Instinct 2 was the most HILARIOUS shit I'd ever seen. Sharon Stone looking like baked wrinkled leather trying to do the monotone breathy voice and seductive postures. DON'T WORK NO MORE. Severe Bomb written all over it.

-Heaven Is A Place On Earth should've never, EVER been done instrumentally with a keyboard and recorder. Worst elevator music in history.

-Jon Heder is on the Quip It box. Terrible idea. The Benchwarmers trailer also looked like total garbage, the kind of unoriginal pandering shit that makes my face hurt. OH HE GOT HIT IN THE HEAD BY A BAT, LORD GOD SO HILARIOUS >:|

-Naming a Chinese restaurant: make a combination of Golden, Lucky, China, King, Wok, Panda, Garden, Dragon, Szechuan, Buffet, Hunan, Great Wall, Palace, Villa, and/or any one-syllable Chinese name (Wah, Wong, etc).

-Since chicken nuggets are made into any shape these days, I wonder how well they would sell shaped as human genitals. It would probably sell really well because it's a crass and terrible idea and great for parties and drunk people with camera phones.
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Dream a vivid ass dream, again [May. 10th, 2005|11:16 am]
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[mood | fucking odd]
[music |The beating of my hideous heart]

Weird and vivid and I remember them very well, so recording for posterity. First, yesterday I took a short nap in the early evening:

It was one of those school related dreams I have so often. It was the outside of a school, not my school, but a rather ordinary off-yellow w/brown trim one. There were a lot of mentally disabled kids on the front steps. One was pointing a gun at a little brown statue in front of him (it may have been the Broken Ear statue from TinTin) and I could see the crosshairs in midair. I was moving very slowly for some reason. I was pushing something with a wheel- like a giant tire with a big flat area on top of it, vaguely resembling DekaBreak's Machine Boxer but not it. It wasn't moving very fast. Somebody started helping me push it, maybe one of the disabled kids. At the end of the street (or as far as I was supposed to push the thing) the tire had actually torn up the street in the middle. The pavement below the surface layer was actually a huge chocolate cake. I started breaking it up and passing it around. Then I was walking around the school. I think I was with friends, maybe Matt. Somehow I knew I was late, and I hadn't been here in a very very long time but I remembered vaguely where all my classes were. I think first was English but for some reason I walked right by it and tried to find my Economics class instead. Apparently the school had been going through reconstruction. It was smack dab in the middle of a forest, yellow leaves covering the ground, tall dark trees, pretty hilly area. The classroom I was approaching seemed to be a big square tent with a vinyl clear flap in front so you could see inside. I came in and Corinne from high school was lecturing at a TV, there were about a dozen girls in there all holding different necklaces they made themselves. I knew I was in the wrong place and left. I turned back and the tent was now a row of school portables (don't you love these fucking things). I think there was black construction equipment or abnormally giant black silhouetted wheelbarrows to the left and behind the portables. I went inside the same one the tent used to be and all the walls and ceiling were collaged like my room. The lights were off- half the room was a few steps down and someone was lecturing with an overhead projector. I put down a large amount of stuff I was carrying and noticed every collage was mostly made of Predator pictures. I don't remember anything after.

Woke up, was slightly baffled, made a late dinner and played some Literati with the boys (RESPOND=BINGO 35+ BONUS TEAM CHINA FOR THE WIN WHOO) and went back to sleep at about 3 a.m.

Daytime and I was driving down a large suspension bridge in New Zealand. A large coastal area to my left had crap lying about from the LOTR movies (mostly inaccurate things: a pirate ship, something big and hand shaped, an old brick hotel). Cars driving by were driven by 80's HK movie stars and I drove by their marked doors on said hotel as something told me how much money it cost them to drive each car (?!). Then I was walking, it was night, same area. I was looking for something. Reached a chained-off area with four policemen milling about. I started walking the other way. Two guys beside me; one tall with a black basketball, one slightly shorter guy, began talking about escaping prison. I casually kept walking as they both jumped over a chain link fence to my right and the cops were in pursuit and went right by me. Forgot what happened next. I was in a bright room, it was festive like a holiday. Big crowd of strangers in front of me all talking and laughing. I was sitting against the wall a few feet away. Somebody threw a replica of Eric Idle's head at me and I caught it, only he had brown hair for some reason. Everybody was laughing about what an absurd idea it was to market such a thing. I was laughing too at this ridiculous head and threw it back into the middle of the crowd. Then somebody made an announcement that a pilot (who I had apparently hit with the head, I couldn't see him but knew who it was) had something to say. He tossed a large and heavy B-Wing toy into the air and it landed in front of me. At one point the wings of it folded under and formed treads like the DEMON, which I used to own. I started running toward it, then comically slowed down like a small child, exaggerating my facial expressions (I was doing this on purpose and the people behind me were laughing) and then I did a pratfall right before I reached it and skidded my head on the ground- sat up slowly and did my best crying child impression. In the middle of the laughing I was suddenly outside on a city corner. My mom appeared and she had hurt her hip- but at first I think someone else was with her and had a man in a green shirt who needed help and I went over to him (he turned into my mom). I started to help her walk through an alley. At the end of the alley she turned into some redhead celebrity from the 50's. Something else happened here and the dream went on longer but that's all I remember.

First time I've used google images to find dream stuff. Some things are close but it's always pretty vague unless something specific I've owned before. I'm sure I'm going to find myself deja-vuing over some of the places in these dreams in no time. Not like it's bloody useful. >:[
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Dream a vivid ass dream [Apr. 20th, 2005|04:32 pm]
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[mood |weirded the fuck out]
[music |Street Fighter EX+@: Amusementive Crime]

I have extremely vivid dreams quite often, at least 3 times a week. There's rarely a night where I don't dream. I also tend to have those ones that seem to last days or weeks in one night (I like those ones)

There's a very common theme in my dreams that I've had since grade school: I'll either be late for school, be at school and not know where to go or what to do (this is the most typical one), and/or have missed a deadline for a class or important exam already. Suddenly I get all worried and anxious that I've failed and have to redo the year (never did this in real life). And in all these dream scenarios, about half the time I actually remember in the dream that I've ALREADY GRADUATED and the scenario is moot. My current anxieties coming out in the same theme? Strange that I have this recurring so often.

Another thing that happens quite often (with my mom as well, Ace Frehley talked about it in interviews) is that I'll have a dream about the future. I'll have a completely vivid dream about a place and wonder about it for a while, and some time later I'll find myself in that exact place I dreamed about previously. So I have deja vu episodes like once or twice a month. I only wish that this was actually USEFUL somehow, because I never know what part of the dream I'll go to in the future or what the circumstances will be. I just have to wait until that deja vu hits me. It's exciting and annoying at the same time when it happens because the only purpose it serves is to make me freak out for a few minutes. Argh.



The dream: I remember standing in line in my backyard (of all places) about to hand in Spanish homework to my 10th grade Algebra 2 teacher. This homework was my sister's and she said I could use it. Ken Quitugua and some old friends from middle school were in line (Jason Vivar I think). They were asking me how I first started responding with "About the same as when you last saw me" after being prompted with "Hey Larry how are you?". Then we were upstairs in my old house. I got to my teacher and handed it in, my sister's handwriting had become my own, and it was all fake words in Spanish (some sort of creative writing dealie). My teacher looked it over, said which parts of it needed to be redone and gave it back. I made sure she took my W-2 form before I left. Then we were in my kitchen. As I was leaving, she started raging for some reason and knocked a door down with a mental outburst. All the guys in line were scared shitless. I had a flash of a red robot, I don't know which one. I remember being worried here because this homework was apparently vital to my graduation, I had no idea how to do it and I'd skipped 90% of the classes.

I eased my way out, got in my red truck (long dead in real life) and drove north. Then I was being chased by someone on this remote road, something happened where I stopped and somehow stole a really expensive silver car and escaped. I was driving in thick 4-lane San Francisco traffic really really fast. I looked backward for one second and when I turned back all the cars were coming AT me. As I weaved between them I noticed other cars doing the same and suddenly I was driving in the correct direction again. I heard out of nowhere that the car I was driving was worth $120,000. I used the first off-ramp I saw and ended up underneath some overpasses in a dark part of San Francisco. Brian and Liana showed up in his old Volvo (long dead in real life) and jumped in. Suddenly I was in the back seat and Brian was drinking some kind of thick green medication (I forgot what he called it) as Liana was driving. We drove past some billboards on a fancy building and it was several provocative pictures of a naked brunette and a giant black millipede next to her. We were wondering how it was there since you can't put nudity on billboards. I was more troubled by the big black millipede, even in my dream that was too weird. I then recalled all the previous events of my dream to Liana and Brian. I don't remember anything else before waking up.

What the fuck is my subconscious on, I swear.
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