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San Japan 1.5 [Aug. 15th, 2008|08:21 pm] Hey, only a week late, woo! Anyway, San Japan 1.5 was quite a nice little con. I didn't get as many pictures as I would have liked, but there was much hanging of the out. The top performer in the fun category was the no-holes barred Hentai Fest that the con was gracious enough to let me run. Oooooh doctor! That was a blast. We had some of the most horribly lame hentai to show, great audience participation, and the appearance of some classic running jokes. The pictures can be found heyah. Link 4 comments|Leave a comment

Whelmed = under [Aug. 5th, 2008|03:54 pm] Yeah, so the problem with early warning and predictive models and worst-case scenarios is that they all fall to pieces when confronted with actual nature. Folks in Houston, you see that rain this morning? That was the absolute worst of the storm right there. So yeah, I spent the night at work last night in the server room on an air mattress, guarding against that which nature should dane to throw, and all for not. Well, perhaps not not, but close enough. The storm watch was still pretty interesting last night though. There is nothing like watching a bunch of weather geeks prepare for weather. The excitement, the twitchy giddiness, the hand flailing. It was fantastic. I knew the storm was a bust when I looked in to the forecasters area and they were watching Family Guy on the big screen instead of the radar. Dejected looks on their faces, hangdogs all around with a few sheepish "Aw shucks" thrown in for good measure. Me? I'm dirty, tired, and my eye-lids feel like someone has glued a chunk of sandpaper to the backs of them. Link 8 comments|Leave a comment

Storms a comin' [Aug. 4th, 2008|04:46 pm] Most everyone already knows, but if you're on the upper Texas coast, TS Edouard (probably going to be Hurricane Edouard) will be hitting Galveston Island right around 10am Tuesday morning. Take the appropriate percautions. Me? I'll be at work. Link 2 comments|Leave a comment

Solutions are not the answer! [Aug. 1st, 2008|04:00 pm] Ok, so as it stands, I'm against both presidential candidates when it comes to their energy policies. 1.) McCain - Um. What? His policy is to be the mouth piece for the oil industry. More drilling will do NOTHING in the short term and the long term outlook is bleak. Of the drilling leases that are allocated in the U.S., more than 50% are undeveloped. These are leases that have oil under them. They aren't speculative leases, they aren't exploratory leases, they are confirmed leases. Why open up off-shore drilling, which is much more costly for the companies, when there is already a huge chunk of land waiting to be tapped? Makes no sense. Besides, any new leases that are developed, even starting right this second, will take years to produce a drop. If a parcel were to be selected as a drill site right this second, we'd be waiting 5 to 7 years before first production. Chances are, if McCain gets elected, the oil drilling that he is in favor of will not produce any product while he is in office. Further, the amount of traditional oil we're going to be able to pull out of the ground in the U.S. will not be enough to offset our dependence on non-local sources. While we have an oil based economy, we're going to be at the mercy of the international oil market. This is not a solution. 2.) Obama - *sigh* Ok, Obama is from Illinois. Illinois grows corn. Lots and lots of corn. Some of his primary backers in Illinois are corn farmers and the big thing for corn farmers these days is ethanol. Corn ethanol uses more energy to make than it produces. Only sugarcane and some bacterial/algal ethanols can break even on energy. However, Obama is a huge backer of ethanol for political reasons, so if elected, we're probably going to see more flap about it. This makes no sense. Beyond the energy deficit of ethanol, there is the food angle. We're going to be turning a primary food crop in to fuel. Every acre of corn used to produce ethanol is an acre not going to food production. There is corn in just about everything you eat. Corn starch, corn syrup, corn flour, not to mention use of corn as a vegetable. This means food prices go up even faster. Did you know that fertilizers and pesticides used in planting are petroleum derived? Hell, every step in the process of growing food on a large scale is petroleum dependent, from seeding to harvesting, and ethanol just can't replace all of those gaps. This is not a solution. So, what can we do? First, take your candidate of choice to task on their energy policies. I've written more than a few letters and I hope you do the same. Second, tell your candidate of choice that you want more money for the space program. Why the space program? Because space is our only way though this bottleneck. We're running out of resources. Period. We've been mining and quarrying for the last 10,000 years. We've been pulling up petroleum for the last 500. We've got 6 billion+ humans on the planet and that number shows no signs of slacking. We're not all going to drop dead tomorrow because oil is $130 a barrel, but in the coming years, resources are going to be harder and more costly to obtain. All the easy to get stuff is gone. The low hanging fruit have been picked and we're already far enough up the tree that loosing our grip and falling is going to hurt badly. So what do you do in this situation? If you're picking fruit, you go and get a ladder. If you're trying to provide enough metal, plastic, and volatiles to support billions of humans, you move your resource gathering to space. One single nickel core asteroid could be mined for trillions of tons of metal. A carbonaceous chondrite asteroid could yield up billions of tons of volatiles and water. A single comet could solve our fresh water needs for years. Still want plastic and hydrocarbon based fuels? No problem. Any gas giant in our system is a ready source. Yeah, its a bit sci-fi sounding, but remember that with 1950s and 60s technology, we went to the moon and back 6 times, and were only stopped by politics. Our current efforts are a joke compared to what we're going to have to do to overcome the bottleneck, and the longer we wait, the worse its going to get. So lets go now. Stand up and be counted for space exploration, for space industry, for space research. Do you duty now, for the future. Link 9 comments|Leave a comment

In Which Squid Reviews The Dark Knight [Jul. 26th, 2008|02:11 pm] Today, Squiddy reviews the new Batman movie "The Dark Knight" But first, the trailers. 1.) Uhhh... 2.) What? 3.) Ok, so the guy at the concession stand made the following offer when I ordered my drink "Would you like to get the tub for just $2.25 more?" Now, the tub is one of those big popcorn tubs. I asked him how much soda it could hold. "I'm not sure, I think its around 170oz." and I said "So, I can get 170 bladder busting ounces of soda for $6.50?" "Yep!" Yeeeaaahh... 1.32 gallons of soda, for a 2.5 hour movie? God, the 40z had my bladder reaching critical mass as it was, I can't imagine lugging around a whole freaking vat like that. Oh, I'm pretty sure its meant to be shared between several people, but holy crap cakes. There isn't a top large enough to fit that. The spill danger alone. Gah. 4.) OH FUCK THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL! Finally, a vehicle for Keanu Reeves' wooden, stilted acting! 5.) OH FUCK WATCHMEN! 6.) Yeah, its Ridley Scott, but no. The Dark Knight ( Read more... ) The final rating? 9 tentacles. Link 6 comments|Leave a comment

A Gentleman's Journal dealing with Translations of Ancient musics [Jul. 24th, 2008|11:07 am] [ Tags | baby got back ] Greetings dear readers, Much time has passed since I have last updated this Gentleman's Journal and while business on the Continent has kept me quite busy, that rings as a poor excuse in my mind. I beg thee forgive my lackadaisical manner, and you have my word that new works are forthcoming! On a different note, it seems that one of my earlier translation has gained some infamy in certain circles. While this causes much joy and excitement in my bosom, I must confess that the lack of attribution has dampened these feelings. Of course, I am not one to labor merely for adulation or praise, as I have the loftiest goals of pure science and learning as my pursuit, however it does aid my mental well-being to know that others find my work to be of quality, and indeed it helps to dissuade the niggling doubts that plague one's creative muse. Therefor, I have decided that it is time to familiarize my new readers with a piece of translative work that some are calling "amazing", "genius", and declaring "I have lost control of my body's most basic functions while laughing, and am ashamed to admit that I have soiled my undergarments with a spot of urine". Of course, no reposting of this bit of ancient poetry would be complete without offering thanks to the group of learn'd scholars who first brought the idea of translation to my mind. They are, in no particular order, Lord tetetetigi, Sir patchcali of Devonshire and Col. armyofchuckness of the Royal Mounted Hussars. Know you that you have my eternal thanks and gratidude. Now, without further ado, I am proud to present, translated from its original latin... My Darling's Buttocks are Pleasingly Round. Original work by Patrician Mixus Alotus (Sir Mixalot would be the most appropriate English translation -ed) The courtiers like big bustles and they cannot lie. No gentleman doth deny. When a fair maiden strolls in with a diminutive waist And a bustle in your face You approach a mutual acquaintance who may introduce her to you, and after a respectful introduction you politely inquire her father whether or not you may be allowed to make calls upon said young lady, and should he acquiesce, you make a series of chaperoned calls at the estate of said fair maiden, and after an appropriate time, during which you have reviewed her trainings, breeding, accomplishments, likelihood to produce healthy offspring, and family standing, you approach her father again, and if he agrees to the marriage, you have an elaborate wedding, making sure lest you snub any family connections on either side, after which you embark on an appropriate honeymoon during which you get sprung. You become distracted from your affairs when you notice the pleasurable silhouette of a young woman with a bustle. It lies beneath many layers of fabric, and you find yourself utterly engaged in examining it from afar. Oh, darling, I would like to escort you on outings And commission an oil portrait of you My fellow gentlemen attempt to dissuade me, But your bustle imparts within me feelings of great ecstasy. Oh yes, that wire frame Would you like to ride in my hansom? Then join me, I beg you to join me For you are more accomplished and pleasing to look upon than an average young lady I have observed you at dancing And I fear my love for you will scarcely bear a long courtship I perspire greatly As a racehorse will in the midst of the steeplechase Were your figure to be compared with those great engines of steam, surly yours would be the mightiest and able to drive an ironclad to terrific speed. I tire of these leisurely publications Advocating the abandonment of the bustle-- If you were to inquire as to the opinions of gentlemen of standing on this matter, you would find that they greatly prefer the current fashion. Therefore, gentlemen... Sir? Gentlemen... Sir? Does your paramour wear a bustle? Quite so! Then pray, gently encourage her to continue wearing this wonderful article in public, for it is a sign of good health and breeding. I enjoy bustles of great proportion and an exceeding roundness, therefore during the London season I find it difficult to control my masculine urges, and ashamedly I have been given to fits of madness, where my behavior is no better than the beasts in the field. Forgive me for being so brazen, as I know this shall cause a scene. Darling, I wish to wisk you away to my summer home on the coast, and once there I shall ravish you in a most depraved manner, stopping not once for sustenance until we have both satisfied our carnal desires. I refer not to the illustrations in penny dreadfuls when judging your figure, for they are obviously flawed. Indeed I proclaim the plump health of your figure, as it is reminiscent of a juice filled piece of fruit and quite pleasurable to my eyes. I fear that I have you at a disadvantage, but I can do not but find myself before you on bended knee, my mind alight with images of your form, for which I now entreat. The other day I was taking in a performance by a musical group of some renown, and I was horrified to find that a bevy of sallow and sunken young ladies were strutting like splay legged milk mares, their ribs visible beneath their skin. Fie on those slattern harpies! A gentleman much prefers to gaze upon firm fetters. An aside to those women who keep themselves trim and neat, I would very much desire to call upon your houses and make introductions to other gentlemen with which I am acquainted. They are all stout and solid men of the highest moral character who abstain from rough language, and would never dream of treating any woman as a Flashman treats his strumpets. However, I must make it clear that they enjoy the pleasures of pleasant company, and may wish to court you. Modesty aside, I am the most desirable of my gentleman companions. There are many the cash carriers and haymarket hectors that will find my words to ring false, but there is no honor among such a dastardly lot. They would rather meet a toffer for a night’s pleasure than properly woo a lady. I, on the other hand, am immune to such temptations, having been raised to properly respect and revere the company of gentlewomen. Ladies… Milord? Ladies… Milord? If you do wish to ride in my luxurious carriage... Indeed, milord! Then kindly grace my eyes with the swell of your bustle. Even gentlemen such as I must proclaim your exceeding fairness! Indeed, the Continental fashion of narrow hipped boyish mops is most dreadful. Parade, while a fine publication, fails to reflect my personal feelings on the proper form of a maiden. It is well known to science that measurements of certain parts of the body can indicate health and robustness; however those measurements forwarded by some would only speak health to me if the figure they described were much shorter in stature. So, your betrothed owns a carriage of Japanese make and engages in calisthenics instructed by Lady Jane Fonda? But Miss Fonda has no motor in the rear of her carriage! I, and by extension my membrum virilis, which I shall liken unto a ferocious and large snake, am not interested in the performance of the sacred marital duties, unless the Creator has endowed you with a voluptuous form pleasing to the baser instincts of man, dear heart. Various rapscallions make pretensions of being noble And admonish that thy bustle is akin in size to the fretful hippopotamus So they make pantywaisted pretense for your affections before fleeing from romantic commitment But I am swift to mend thy bruiséd fluttering heart These periodicals of the printing press state that it is in good Parisian style to resemble a victim of consumption. Fie! Thy shape resembleth a glass of sweet wine So to the waifish guttersnipes I proclaim: Thou'rt not divine, onion-headed lasses! Rather introduce me to a lady of the court, One of such striking beauty that I am smitten by her glory And whose curves show that she lacks for neither nourishment nor health Some blatherskites speak ill of women in my company For their tongues are sharpened by jealousy They squandered their one opportunity with such damsels by acting the churl And I fly to the scorned and praise their beauty So if thy bustle is elliptical And thy womanly fires burn hungrily for one to stoke the flames Please see my man Godwin for my card And do call on Sunday for tea. Yrs, Admiral Squidingtoe, OBE, TSC, PGP, RSA, Esq. Link 18 comments|Leave a comment

Space Center Trip [Jul. 7th, 2008|02:36 pm] Here are some pictures taken at the Johnson Space Center this weekend. El Boy had a good time at the kid's play space thing, then had an equally good time with the rockets. ( Read more... ) Link 4 comments|Leave a comment

Happy Birthday Mom [Jun. 29th, 2008|04:52 am] She would have been 55 this year, and officially a senior citizen. She would have hated that. Of course, any birthday cake, card, party, or etc. would have pointed that out mercilessly. Link 7 comments|Leave a comment

Addendum [Jun. 25th, 2008|04:51 am] For a long time, I felt responsible for the Challenger disaster. Just like every child feels responsible when their parents get divorced, there is some measure of comfort taken when you assume responsibility for something well beyond your control. It took me a long time to realize what I was doing, and it took another disaster to bring it about. On February 1st, 2003, I was working in the Hell Hole. We had just had a meeting where the boss had told us, in essence, that we were about to double our work load for no additional pay. His exact words were "Ok, we're going to move to a managed services model and I think all of you know what that means. We're going to do whatever the customer wants us to do, no matter how simple or complex. Now, we're going to figure out some way to compensate you. Its not going to be monetary, oh no. But we'll figure something out." Morale at this place was akin to a ship before mutiny. Dropping this particular bomb was like the captain saying "Oh, and by the way, no more rum and we're going to be out at sea on half rations for another six months. We were going to stop in Tahiti, but instead we're just going to sit out here." As the meeting broke up, I heard about a dozen people quit on the spot. As part of the management team, my duty was to prevent as much of that as possible and try to motivate a bunch of sullen, underpaid, overworked high school and college age kids. I wasn't in the best of moods. The someone yelled. "Oh, by the way, the shuttle has just broken up over Texas." Fucking great. Two catastrophic failures, and I'm in the vicinity. The sky had fallen in again, only this time it was more than I could take. I spent the next few hours in a bar with the rest of the management team, letting the images of Columbia's last moments burn in to my brain. Between sips of beer I was remembering how I used to play Space Shuttle Commander as a kid with this girl named Jo Anna. She was always John Young and I always had to be Robert Crippen. I hated being Robert Crippen. John Young had walked on the moon and was the commander in charge of the first orbital flight of the shuttle program. He was the first man to fly Columbia, and I had to pretend to be his right seat. Funny thing is, I met Robert Crippin and told him how much I hated having to pretend to be him as a kid, mostly cause Jo Anna could beat me up. She was a year older and a foot taller. And a girl. No way was I going to say "Hey, I wanna be John Young today." I've never seen a man look at me like that. I could tell I'd fucked up a few microseconds after the words came out of my mouth, but he was an astronaut, I'm sure he could handle it. What would you think when some 20 year old comes up to you in a bar while you're nursing a scotch and soda and lays on you that he used to pretend to be you, under duress? Fucking weird man. But this is how much of my life has been saturated with the damn space program. I live less than 10 miles from the Johnson Space Flight Center. I used to live about an hour from the Kennedy Space Center. My mom, my aunt, and my grandfather all worked on Space Shuttle components, and my grandfather was a gyroscope QA engineer on gyros that went in to Apollo and the lunar lander. I've met more astronauts than I have fingers and toes. Gene Cernan, the human who has spent the most time on another planet, spent 3 days of Space Congress hitting on my mom and then one night in a bar in Orlando told a 14 year old me some Incredibly Heavy Shit™ and sealed my mouth with a flight patch. My dad used to date the ex-girlfriend of an astronaut's son. Sure, thats kind of a stretch, but I spent a Christmas with my back to Jim Lovell's fireplace listening to him tell me all about pissing in a bag while orbiting the moon, meanwhile my dad and Jeffy are getting drunk and arguing over who's tacos are worse, Jack-in-the-Box or Taco Bell. Saturated. Damn full for someone who can never be an astronaut. Too full for someone who's never going to make it out of the well. Link 6 comments|Leave a comment

More space stuff [Jun. 25th, 2008|03:07 am] Tonights episode of "When We Left Earth" is all about the Shuttle era. Just after the second commercial break, they go in to the Challenger. Choking up doesn't even begin to describe it. I remember that day really well. I was living with my mom on Yellowstone road, in a small neighborhood in Palm Bay, Florida. In those heady early years of the shuttle program, it was common for school kids to get let out to watch launches. No matter what school I was at, I always remember standing out in some grass, and being the first to see the white star climb over the trees, headed for space. I always knew where to look, like my head had some sort of compass guided by radar. We all got complacent. It got to the point where filling out to watch the launch was routine and kind of boring really. Still cool, but man, its been up like a million times already, right? Challenger launched at 11:38am EST. I was at lunch, one of 5 or 6 kids who didn't get up and go watch the launch. I didn't need to, I figured, I've seen it. I know the sequence by heart. at 11:40, my friend BJ came back in and I asked him how the launch was. "It exploded" he said. He was kidding. Kids are like that. Then our teacher came back in to the lunch room with tears in her eyes, there was an announcement over the intercom. The sky fell in. Link 7 comments|Leave a comment

Continuing to Love My Job [Jun. 24th, 2008|10:36 pm] Buried deep on the set of documents I'm working on is an abstract statement. This is something along the lines of the paragraph that you'd find leading up to an academic paper, and really doesn't belong three sub-chapters deep in appendix iv of a document that's supposed to be detailed, yet brief, directions of what to do in an emergency. Seriously. If the building is burning down, you are supposed to reference Appendix i, chapter 4, subsection 2 Fire to learn how to cope with this sudden change in your work environment and the proper steps to take if you yourself catch fire. So, being me, and being how this part of the document will probably never be referenced or even see the light of day, I made the executive decision to jazz up Appendix iv, chapter 1, section 3, subsection i, sub-subsection ii Abstract: The purpose of this document is to define the specific steps required to be carried out in the case of an emergency. As learned from recent Gulf Coast disasters such as Hurricanes Rita and Katrina, disaster preparedness is an oft overlooked facet of any successful business plan. Looking back, it is not difficult to identify events which would have an adverse effect on business functionality, nor would it be difficult to imagine how some pre-planning would have saved any involved company a great deal of time and wasted resources. Take for example, when Gozer the Traveller came in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the Vuldronaii, the Traveller came as a large and moving Torb. Then, during the third reconciliation of the last of the Meketrex supplicants, a new form was chosen; that of a giant Sloar. Many Shubs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Sloar that day, I can tell you! Had the Vuldronaii or Shubs had a valid BCP, the movement of the Traveller across the face of the Zongdrex Manifold would have resulted in fewer lost man-hours and a more organized and efficient evacuation, followed by a swift return to non-critical business operations. In this case, human sacrifice. The Zuuls too would have benefited from even a simple Disaster Recovery Plan and been able to continue serving their customers regardless of the heat of the belly of the Slor. Going a step further, a separate Disaster Recovery Facility would have allowed them to move critical personnel to a designated work site and continue laboring on the Spire of Xxdeckh the Mad. Historically, however, the Zuuls did not plan ahead and there was much fracturing of the Torbanic crystal which lead to the split between the Gozarian Returnists and the Ahelusion Ascendancy. As [Company]'s primary business is the forecast and announcement of severe weather, often related to events which would cause a business to activate their BCP, it is prudent to learn from the mistakes of the past and create and maintain a plan which not only prepares the business for interruption, but also allows critical functioning to continue and provide our customers with timely alerts, weather briefs, and severe weather notifications. Link 6 comments|Leave a comment

SHO NUFF! [Jun. 22nd, 2008|02:04 pm] Oh hell yeah. "The Last Dragon" is on. Link 5 comments|Leave a comment

[Jun. 17th, 2008|03:19 am] Every time I watch space footage, I get a little choked up. Watching something like From the Earth to the Moon or When We Left Earth brings on the full waterworks. I can unashamedly say that I've been crying for the last hour as I've been watching the most amazing thing. 39 years ago, a longer span than I've been alive, we humans did something remarkable. We sent three men to the moon, landed two on its surface, and brought them home again. We did it 5 more times, then stopped. We have never returned. We haven't even gone so far as to put men in orbit around the moon again, much less progress on to other planets. We achieved a dream so fantastic, so utterly unbelievable, so primal and fulfilling to our natural desire to explore that it fills me with pride to be alive and a member of the species that slipped the cruel oppression of gravity and planted our mark on the ever present face of the moon. We did it in 8 years. Eight years passed from the time we first put crude balls and boxes in the lowest sustainable orbits to the time when we lit off a million gallons of LOX and kerosene, pushed off a block of concrete with 7,648,000 ft/lbs (13,905 horsepower per second, if you're nasty) and lifted 103,400lbs straight to the moon. But something happened. Politics, boredom, lack of will, war, corruption, greed, graft. All of these things grounded us just as firmly as that far away ancestor who put down his stone tool and chunk of flint and gazed in wonder at the pale white light that slid through the inky blackness of the night. Sure, we're still orbiting the Earth, and that story has its share of exciting moments, horrific tragedy, and bold heroes, but it is nothing like our golden years. It would be as if the Vikings of yore had plied the seas in their tiny craft, discovered for themselves the vast land over the horizon, and gone home with a few trinkets and rocks, content to stay close to the familiar shores of home. Even worse than this sordid backsliding has been the disgusting rise of the doubters. Those who, for some reason or another, can look on the artifacts, launch vehicles, data, film, pictures, samples, gear, equipment, and talk to the men who built it, the men who controlled it, and the very men who walked triumphant on the lunar surface, and call every single one of them liars. This is why my cheeks are wet and my nose is red. I weep for the achievement, for the grandeurs and the sheer audacity of those who took up this noble calling and brought the entire species to a higher level. I also weep for those who learned nothing from the persuit. Those who let the worst in human nature cloud their vision and and poison their dreams, and destroy the rest of us in the process. Link 15 comments|Leave a comment

Racism Can Be Fun! [Jun. 13th, 2008|08:52 pm] Oh lawdy lawdy lawdy! Such a fuss over dat dere Fox Newz callin' Mizz Michelle Obama "Obama's Baby Mama". Yup, folks iz all up in a tizzy on account oh dat! Now, I don't rightly feel liks us colored ought ta be makin' such a fuss up dere in da Washin'ton. No suah! I'z contented to be where's I's at. Massa gimme two squah' meals a day, en I ain't gots ta work in tha fields no moah. I jes sits out on da stool an play muh gitbox soze da field hands ken sing dem nigger spirtuls we's all so fond a singin'. I reckin dat's progress for yuh do. Dem Norther niggas bin uppity since dey got deir freedoms, yus suah. I jus dun figgur it ain't propa. Upsettin' da natural order an whut not. Link 13 comments|Leave a comment

Speed Racer [Jun. 8th, 2008|08:08 am] Squiddy reviews Speed Racer, but first... the previews. 1.) Mad science movie? HELLZ YES! 2.) Eddie Murphy as a "giant" robot controlled by tiny aliens? HELLZ YES! 3.) Um... weren't there already 2 Hulk movies in the last 10 years? They still can't seem to make the Hulk look good. 4.) Hellboy... HELLZ YES! 5.) Clone Wars. HELLZ YES! Ok, so right before the previews started, there was a "special look" non-sense short about clone wars. The new jedi they introduce is a *giggle* girl! Because how many of those do you see? Keep in mind, the director of the film said that. Ok, on to the movie. In a word... perfect. ( Read more... ) I'm giving it the absolute highest rating possible. ALL 10 TENTACLES! Link 14 comments|Leave a comment

June 6th [Jun. 7th, 2008|06:10 am] holy crap life, knock it off. None of these people deserve all of this shit. fucking with the Chinese just wasn't enough eh? Link 4 comments|Leave a comment

A-kon 19 [Jun. 4th, 2008|03:40 pm] Ahhh, A-kon. My first anime con, the first appearance of the squid, and the place where I won Rosalita the Giant Octopus. ( Read more... ) tl;dr The pictures are here. Link 12 comments|Leave a comment

A-kon [May. 30th, 2008|06:10 am] I can haz! If you're going, I'll see you there. If you're not, well... I'm not going to see you there. Link 3 comments|Leave a comment

Dammit Tom Waits! [May. 16th, 2008|03:15 pm] Ok, so Tom Waits is meandering though Houston right around my birthday and I thought, "Hey! Tom Waits! I should get tickets!" Except, he's not playing in some dive bar. He's using Ticketbastard's new paperless ticket process, which is supposed to be anti-scalper but just ends up being fucking expensive. $85. Eighty-five freaking dollars for the ticket, plus Ticketbastard's "nominal" charge which makes the tickets $110. But its my birthday right? The best seats I could get were the very last row, on the outside near the aisle. My finger hovered over the purchase button. HOVERED. But the timer expired. I tried to do the thing again and found the whole concert was sold out. 11 minutes after release. Two tickets per person ONLY. Sold the fuck out. Alas. Link 7 comments|Leave a comment

Mother's Day [May. 11th, 2008|03:26 pm] Its been 5 years, and I still miss you every day. I love you. Link 2 comments|Leave a comment

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