Memory dump
Before I put it off again, here are some events of the past couple months:
-A birthday occurred, as it tends to do on a fairly annual basis. This time it was NOT celebrated in the customary manner of sleeping until it was over, but instead with a trip to Califur with crocuta and westly-roanoke. It was a minor convention; the theme was "villains," but you wouldn't suspect it without being told. Still, a good use of the weekend. I have a small gallery for it here. Yes, there was a nude furry cabaret. No, photography was not allowed. Afterward, we all had sushi with Lance Ikegawa, who knows how to pick sushi places, and stopped over at some crazy manga/video store airlifted straight from Japan in the cover of night. They had Japanese Snatch and Japanese Sister Act 2, but I settled on Abara, a lighthearted romantic comedy staring a charmingly awkward Lindsay Lohan looking for true love in all the wrong places, and something about mutants in skeleton armor wrenching out their spines in a crooked and decaying nightmare city. It's kind of hard to make out in Japanese.
-My roommate brought home a projector, which he bought for $40. It's the old-fashioned kind with the 3 red, green, and blue lenses. We now play games and watch DVDs huge on the far wall, but the tradeoff is that it can only be used at night with every single light in the apartment off, and we had to reposition all the "furniture" (by which I mean the capicitor, the pile of CRT monitors, and a 100 lb diode laser box). My roommate has been trying desperately hard to crack the neighbor's wi-fi and download Die Hard 4: Live Free or Die Hard before it comes out in theatres so he can watch it on the projector before anyone else. But it turned out there was a completely different movie named Live Free or Die. Oops. Later he downloaded Texas Chainsaw Massacre pretending to be Die Hard 4, and a copy of Die Hard 3 edited to look like a flashback within Die Hard 4, with the tracking disabled so you can't tell you've been duped for several minutes. Silly, silly roommate.
-Someone stole my groceries. What the hell? I was in the supermarket parking lot stuffing things into my backpack, when I turn around and my cart is gone, alone with my box of Campbell's Savory Pork Chops with Herb Stuffing. This is the market right next to the living-dead octogenarian nursing home, so it's entirely possible that some unseen grandpa swept out of the shadows and puttered away with my cart without noticing there were things in it. As I look around me in surreal confusion, wondering if perhaps I hallucinated buying a box of Campbell's Savory Pork Chops with Herb Stuffing, at that exact moment God teleports my roommate's friends next to me and I must hastily engage Appear to Be Normal Mode, as if a box of Campbell's Savory Pork Chops with Herb Stuffing hadn't just vanished into the Twilight Zone. Fortunately, the student cashier was very apathetic understanding and violated the articles of Albertsons protocol to let me go back for a free box of CSPCwHS.
-My 2 year-old PS2 died. It's too small to be fixed. In contrast, my ancient Egyptian SNES still (sporadically) works. Oh well, I wasn't using it much anymore anyway.
-My mouse died. That I use quite a bit. It's been replaced with a pricey G5 for to make use in teh Counterstrike lol fag pwn. Oh, Counterstrike. I think I would be doing you a disservice if I failed to share with you how much I totally whip ass (at zombie mod... as a zombie), to the point that I've been accused of hacking. Really, there's no feeling quite as good as making 3 people incoherently swear at you over your speakers in less than a minute. What? You don't think that's fun?
-While strolling through our barrio in search of lizard food, I noticed one of the houses cordoned off with yellow tape and several police cruisers slowly patrolling the neighborhood. Turns out someone was stabbed there. Later, I heard about another gang-related stabbing on one of the streets I regularly pass. This is in additional to yet another gang stabbing earlier in the year. And by gang, I mean a bunch of stupid teenagers who play too much Counterstrike. That makes 3 stabbings this year alone, for a grand total of… 3 stabbings I've ever heard about in places I've lived in (not counting the two unsolved murders in my home neighborhood, which may or may not have involved stabbing). It's good to know that even in a semi-tropical paradise, humans can still invent retarded bullshit to die over.
-I ran into the door of someone's car on a bike. That was fun. I was forced to the shoulder by someone's replacement penis truck on a barely 2-lane road turned 1-lane because of all the parking, when a parked driver flung his door open about 6 feet in front of me without looking. "Fortunately," I was just coming back from having my brakes done, so I slowed in time to sustain only "fuck I hit my leg on the goddamn coffee table" level of injury. Ironically (or is appropriately?), this was right next to that lovely invisible driveway where I had that other incident at last time. You know, sometimes I feel bad riding on the sidewalk and pushing aside all those families consisting of one fat woman walking in a horizontal line with her 5 fatass children born exactly nine months apart and lamprey-slobbering over some kind of blue syrup tube, but it sure beats dying.
-A birthday occurred, as it tends to do on a fairly annual basis. This time it was NOT celebrated in the customary manner of sleeping until it was over, but instead with a trip to Califur with crocuta and westly-roanoke. It was a minor convention; the theme was "villains," but you wouldn't suspect it without being told. Still, a good use of the weekend. I have a small gallery for it here. Yes, there was a nude furry cabaret. No, photography was not allowed. Afterward, we all had sushi with Lance Ikegawa, who knows how to pick sushi places, and stopped over at some crazy manga/video store airlifted straight from Japan in the cover of night. They had Japanese Snatch and Japanese Sister Act 2, but I settled on Abara, a lighthearted romantic comedy staring a charmingly awkward Lindsay Lohan looking for true love in all the wrong places, and something about mutants in skeleton armor wrenching out their spines in a crooked and decaying nightmare city. It's kind of hard to make out in Japanese.
-My roommate brought home a projector, which he bought for $40. It's the old-fashioned kind with the 3 red, green, and blue lenses. We now play games and watch DVDs huge on the far wall, but the tradeoff is that it can only be used at night with every single light in the apartment off, and we had to reposition all the "furniture" (by which I mean the capicitor, the pile of CRT monitors, and a 100 lb diode laser box). My roommate has been trying desperately hard to crack the neighbor's wi-fi and download Die Hard 4: Live Free or Die Hard before it comes out in theatres so he can watch it on the projector before anyone else. But it turned out there was a completely different movie named Live Free or Die. Oops. Later he downloaded Texas Chainsaw Massacre pretending to be Die Hard 4, and a copy of Die Hard 3 edited to look like a flashback within Die Hard 4, with the tracking disabled so you can't tell you've been duped for several minutes. Silly, silly roommate.
-Someone stole my groceries. What the hell? I was in the supermarket parking lot stuffing things into my backpack, when I turn around and my cart is gone, alone with my box of Campbell's Savory Pork Chops with Herb Stuffing. This is the market right next to the living-dead octogenarian nursing home, so it's entirely possible that some unseen grandpa swept out of the shadows and puttered away with my cart without noticing there were things in it. As I look around me in surreal confusion, wondering if perhaps I hallucinated buying a box of Campbell's Savory Pork Chops with Herb Stuffing, at that exact moment God teleports my roommate's friends next to me and I must hastily engage Appear to Be Normal Mode, as if a box of Campbell's Savory Pork Chops with Herb Stuffing hadn't just vanished into the Twilight Zone. Fortunately, the student cashier was very apathetic understanding and violated the articles of Albertsons protocol to let me go back for a free box of CSPCwHS.
-My 2 year-old PS2 died. It's too small to be fixed. In contrast, my ancient Egyptian SNES still (sporadically) works. Oh well, I wasn't using it much anymore anyway.
-My mouse died. That I use quite a bit. It's been replaced with a pricey G5 for to make use in teh Counterstrike lol fag pwn. Oh, Counterstrike. I think I would be doing you a disservice if I failed to share with you how much I totally whip ass (at zombie mod... as a zombie), to the point that I've been accused of hacking. Really, there's no feeling quite as good as making 3 people incoherently swear at you over your speakers in less than a minute. What? You don't think that's fun?
-While strolling through our barrio in search of lizard food, I noticed one of the houses cordoned off with yellow tape and several police cruisers slowly patrolling the neighborhood. Turns out someone was stabbed there. Later, I heard about another gang-related stabbing on one of the streets I regularly pass. This is in additional to yet another gang stabbing earlier in the year. And by gang, I mean a bunch of stupid teenagers who play too much Counterstrike. That makes 3 stabbings this year alone, for a grand total of… 3 stabbings I've ever heard about in places I've lived in (not counting the two unsolved murders in my home neighborhood, which may or may not have involved stabbing). It's good to know that even in a semi-tropical paradise, humans can still invent retarded bullshit to die over.
-I ran into the door of someone's car on a bike. That was fun. I was forced to the shoulder by someone's replacement penis truck on a barely 2-lane road turned 1-lane because of all the parking, when a parked driver flung his door open about 6 feet in front of me without looking. "Fortunately," I was just coming back from having my brakes done, so I slowed in time to sustain only "fuck I hit my leg on the goddamn coffee table" level of injury. Ironically (or is appropriately?), this was right next to that lovely invisible driveway where I had that other incident at last time. You know, sometimes I feel bad riding on the sidewalk and pushing aside all those families consisting of one fat woman walking in a horizontal line with her 5 fatass children born exactly nine months apart and lamprey-slobbering over some kind of blue syrup tube, but it sure beats dying.