Peter Cullen. He's Optimus Prime AND K.A.R.R! (and Eeyore) Hay-zuse! Optimus Prime and K.A.R.R. are one and the same! Now I envision Mr. Feeny battling the autobots to the death...
Blake at 7:44:00 AM
London from space
Blake at 5:30:00 AM
I just geeked all over the keyboard
Blake at 5:00:00 AM
20Questions
You know, I was just down in the basement, watching Freakazoid, and Captain Planet came on, in which Wheeler made a distinct "Wild and Crazy Guy" reffrence. At 5 in the mourning of your thrird day on three hours of sleep, this is the kind of thing that BLOWS YOUR MIND.
Blake at 4:39:00 AM
[20:28:50] Askew Coup: man, they should finialy come out with the second movie,
[20:28:51] EviteElNoid: I'm not saying it's unexpected
[20:29:00] EviteElNoid: just making an observation
[20:29:05] EviteElNoid: and you're fucking right they should
[20:29:27] Askew Coup: or just retitle some other good little-known movie
[20:29:30] Askew Coup: who'll know?
[20:29:39] EviteElNoid: heh
[20:29:54] EviteElNoid: that's the best idea/comparason I've heard all day
Blake at 8:33:00 PM
pleix. I'm a big fan of the simone one.
Blake at 6:27:00 PM
Holy...! It wasn't the first time he's handled something like this!
Blake at 6:19:00 PM
Scott's Dad is comidy gold.
Blake at 6:11:00 PM
just woke from nap. had insane dream. day dreams always are. I'm working/atending a university. only i's all decked out in traditional gothic style. Giant peaks, stained glass windows, eucladian arches. Real gothic, not poser crap. The big presentation rooms are a thing to behold, like some grand church with stadeum seating. The stained windows are 30-60 feet tall, and are in rooms where such windows should be impossable. garygoles and carved angels about. they all have a 'knowlage' theme, usualy relateing to whatever class is taught there. And lastly, all the, classes are taught by the cast of Cheers. Norm teachs science, Cliff teaches history; Sam, chemestry; Diane, Fine Arts; Fraiser, Psych (DUH!), and Rebecca does business management. Woody's there, but I don't know what he does, maybe janator. It's wonderful.
Similiar as I do now, I save all my beverage cans in my dorm room. But in the dream, I not only save them, I can do little tricks with them, balance a dosen cans on one tilted can, make them "dance", it's all physics and movement Micheal Mochian Style. Anyway, the university has hired some dwarves to go and excavate some room under the college so they can build. I go down to meet the said dwarfs, and the scenery under the church changes to that of an archtypical dungon/mine. I never see the dwarfs, they don't like to be seen or heard, but I know they're they're there. so I give them the letter I was suppose to deliver, and leave. On the way back to class, I learn that Cliff has done something I consider bad, or rather, didn't do something good, I think it was not taking a job on the space station college, even though he's wanted to all his life grab nearly two dozen empty cans from the recycleing bin in the grand lobby (which looks not just a little bit like the State theater lobby, only more anguler, dimly lit, and gothic then real life.
I rush to cliff's room, which is the big speaking hall I decribed in paragraph one, and try and convince him that he should take this opertunity, damnit! I'm really almost in tears, angery tears, at this point. I use the cans in some grand metaphore of a trick to shame him into going, but he sees through it, and just removes the piviotal can, causing the whole mess to tumbe to the ground. He then gives a rouseing speech to me, and the entire class, about how he'd rather live out his life with his friends then go off and be alone in space. Everyone, including me, is touched, and he gives me a hug. He helps me gather as many cans as I can, and I realize that I don't have the empty can 'knack' anymore. John Ratzenberg explains to me that since now I see past simple tricks and facades, I've lost the capasity for such parlor tricks, and that I've gained something greater. I thank him, and leave the class, getting a standing ovation.
As I head down the hall, I find an empty welchs juice can's box to put the cans in, so I stuff as many as I can in there. I nodice that there's a mine shaft open in the hallway, (not unusualy, I'm in the basement floor) and I decide to check it out. Ian, Alex, Sarah P and E show up, and we all decide to check it out together. We head down, and examin some rooms, we come across one empty room with a ledge in it, so we decide to go check out what's on it. I bring up the fact that I nodice no dwarfs are down here, and I wonder why. At that moment, the ground shakes, and a beastel creature, some kind half-humanoid alagator bursts from the ground. Actualy, it more melds out of the ground, like the ground was water or thick pudding to it. We scatter, me running for the hall, the others taking refuge on the ledge. I make a few conclusons right away: It has no eyes, so it must be an subterestral preditor; it's wearing some sort of evil spikey leather scale male, which is proubly enchanted with an Earth Meld spell. I know this because Carla teaches Black Magic and Voodoo classes. It's also carrying some sort of weird twisted battle ax/sythe, which means it's semi-intelegent. As I run for help, the last thing I hear is Ian throwing a coffin lid at the beast, and their fight. The beast is winning.
I run back to Cliffs lecture room, the nearst one, and tell him what's happened. He grabs a tool box and says, "eh, I've handled this kind of thing before. He then pulls out a 6 foot broadsword from the small tool box, and we head down, getting a cowboy and a ninja to join our party on the way. I decide we should take the alternet route down, and suprise attack the creature. Magnium PI agrees. We head down the first mine shaft, and end up at a impass, from which we can hear the wisperings of the dwarves, and now, also gnomes. They sound scared? More like angery, the ninja says (who is actualy gus in disguise, but only I know that). And the ground starts to shake and rumble with a heartbeat like rythem. BA DUM. BA DUM. BA DUM. It's so strong that we start to fall unconcious. Our inner ears just can't take it. Cliff starts to cut a hole in the wall with his sword, now glowing. I note that he's in Postmaster General uniform. I start to go under. And wake up. And the shakeing is still there...
Of course, the shaking which woke me turns out ot be the bass of the rap from three rooms down, not so much loud as it is physicaly making my chest and head vibrate. Gah. It's impossable to catch 40 winks around here....
I'll attempt to anaylize this dream later. You all may feel free to do so, just report back to me about it via aim (askewcoup) or in the tagboard.
Blake at 6:10:00 PM
The only video game I've played in the past two weeks, and played quite a lot of, is tetirs. Not any of the spinoffs, just plain old tetris. I shoot for levels, rather then lines or points, and so far I've gotten up to 14 once. I can usualy make it to 11. But my tetris prowress isn't what I'm hear to discuss today. No, rather it's an event I like to call, "The Tetris Mindfuck."
Now I was thinking back to the move Memento, and how great it was. Now I remember shortly after seeing it, I was talking to it about my father, who had just taped a special on memory off of NPR for me. Now the medical condition experienced by Leonard in the film is a real condition called Anterograde Amnesia - the inability to form new memories after damage to the hippocampus. Back in the early 80s, it seems that a team of Virginia (if memory holds) Psycologists got a group of 15 paitents with Anterograde Amnesia, and had them do diffrent things, to see and moniter their brains while doing mental activities. Now to the cool part.
The brain docs' had eatch of the amnesiacs play tetris one day. Most of them had never heard of the game. The next mourning, the Doc would go around and ask each one what they remembered about their dreams, even though none of them every remembered anything, due to their condition. But this mourning, all of the paitents reported dreams of strange colored blocks falling from the sky, that they had to manuplate with their minds into forming rows that would vanish. But they couldn't remember playing. They didn't even remember it in the context of the game. And the memory of tetris remained with them, for days and weeks.
Part two: Now we still can't REALLY say why genius people are so dang genius, but I've got a theroy. From the reading I've done, and my own experences, people like bruce lee, albert einstein, and michal mochian all share the same ability of Mental Spacial Reletivity, that is, being able to peceive things at a hypercognisiant rate, then image those things with a great deal of innate accuracy. Weither this allows the genius to see the angle and spin of a ball, a galaxy, or the similarities between martal art styles is all in the cards. The brains are biologicaly very similiar. Part of this simularity, besides a high fluid content at birth, is a highly active Cerebral Cortex, a kind of 'nerural net' that courdinates data, sense input, and movement (volentary and involentary), into one big happy working human.
The brain is a flexable organ. It use to be thought that once you reach 20 or so, your brain solidifes in it's current, unlearnable state. No more easy innate languages, etc. Now we learn that is in fact not true, and you can 'exersise' your mind to maintain a level of flexibility higher then most people. (on a side note, it seems that an injection of stem cells will actualy increase the brains flexability, perhaps allowing for a language or skills to be learned increadbly quick with the help of gene thearpy in the near future) And when your brain is injured, say, one part damaged beyond reapair, it'll try and work around it. People have been able to live totaly normaly with half a brain. the remaining half just picks up the slack, it adapts. You go into a coma, your brain slowly learns to rearange the involentary functions around. Your hypocampus is injured (see paragraph 2)? Maybe your Cerebral Cortex (pargraph 3)(see how niceley I wrap this all up?) takes up the slack. So maybe, just maybe, if you could find a way to learn with you Cerebral Cortex, instead of your forebrain, you would be able to access all memories as short term memories. It'd be like having all of your computer be sram. I don't know for sure if that's a good comparson or not, it's late and I'm sure gus or someone computer litirate can come up with a better one. Regardless, this would make you one of the smartist people on the planet, if not the. You'd have photographic memory, and you would not just be able to pull up any old bit of data, you would be remembering it, and everything else, ALL THE TIME. It would probaly drive you mad.
It's very late now, and I see tetris when I close my eyes...
Blake at 3:21:00 AM
I've always liked V.I.P. It's pure pop drivel. Four hot chicks, with entierly one-dimentional personalties. The one who uses computers. The one who blows things up. The one who kicks things. The airhead. Joined by their hip black man leader, they fight crime and protect minor celeberities. During which, more hot chicks and hip black guys usualy show up. Things blow up. People get kicked. The plots are totaly abserd. It's like Danger Girl, minus the bad art. Wonderful.
It's pop entertainment at it's best.
Blake at 1:20:00 AM
Cliff Claven is my hero. He knows kung fu.
If someone came running up to you in the middle of the hallway, and yelled "SAVE YOUR GAME! NOW!!!" with panic in his eye, and ran off before you could quesiton them, what would you do?
Blake at 11:09:00 AM
Man, super-brain-connection GO! Must remember to write more on that theroy when lucid...
Blake at 10:16:00 AM
Becka is absolutly dead on with the Holy Smokes idea. I take full credit for Vigian Mary Slims, and the idea of cigars shaped like pope hats. Not that it matters.
My plan to engage in an orgy with Russian Techno Lesbian Supergroup Tatu is only growing by leaps and bounds. Not that it makes any progress.
Futurama is a great great show.
Blake at 10:06:00 PM
Duct Tales was a great show. It taught me that all you need to be happy is more money then anyone else in the world.
Blake at 10:44:00 AM
Every mourning I get a choco-muffen and a chocolate milk at the kiosk in Harvey Hall. The nice lady who runs it knows my by that habat now. It seems nice, but if the goverment ever frames me, and I have to go on a world tour for the truth, I know that's going to be used against me.
Blake at 10:38:00 AM
Blogging is a very infectious meme. The fact that blogger was bought by google only further worries me. After all, a blog is mearly a means to collect and orgnize(and sometimes spread) ideas, and google is a sort of meme expander, taking a single thought and spreading it like virus. This new deal makes the whole blogger/google (googer? bloogle?) into a massive meme complex, a hyperculture of infecious memes, pure drivel beaten back and renforced to the ends of the brain. Massive mind shut down.
Blake at 10:19:00 AM
It's good to tie up loose ends.
Blake at 10:23:00 AM
-Random gurps campaigns:
Steampunk Wild West Dinosaur hunters (actualy happened, aside from dinos being dead and no steampunk)
Cliffhangers Horror Special Ops (add a touch of superhero pulp, and it's just like the Liberty Files)
Swashbuckling Steampunk Space (might as well throw in magic and make is spelljammer)
Martal Arts Psionics Cyberpunk
Project Sandman
Golden-Age Retired Superheros called back into action
Marvel 2099-2101
IOU
White Wolf
Invisable Lasers
Blake at 10:44:00 AM
Desolation Road starts a little slow, but sweet ninja star ass, that book is cool. And it offers several important viewpoints on rock dueling. GO READ IT NOW!
Blake at 9:37:00 AM
Should Zombie Knight be Knight Zombie? Hmm...
Blake at 8:52:00 AM
I figure I'd better get my two cent out about Rock Dueling before the French drill a hole to the center of the earth to tap geothermic energy, accidentally releasing a race of lava men who melt France and take it's place in the global culture, saying things like "Viva la Lava France!" and melting babies. SO, Rock Duels!
Ian hit upon a good point with the lack of rock dueling in the media. He named most of the sources, Six-String Samurai, that Episode of Reboot, there's also a music video by Dokken that utilizes rock dueling well, albeit one sided, since Freddy has no guitar to rock back with (for obvious reasons, the claw hand would snap strings like none other. Guilty Gear X also has a rather keen rock duelist lady.
(Afterthought: Megabyte had claws too, but he had a crazy evil awesome guitar, and they could retract.)
Now to the meat of the subject. Remember Tesla? Made lightning balls, color TVs in 1919, and Earthquake Machines? Yep. EarthQuake machines are where it's at. See, the EQM worked by utilizing the earth's natural molecular vibration rate, then sending out a counter harmonic to disrupt said vibrations, causing the crust to tear itself apart. You can find the blueprints for the device on the Government Patent Office online, but it'll do you no good, or at least no earthquakes. Tesla used a unique bizarre mathmatical/scientifical system to figure out the vibration harmony of the earth, and no one could even come close to figuring out how it works today. But those who would rock duel have found a method.
Now, as we all know, music (all sound, really) is just vibrations in the air. Rock Duelists take this to a new level, by utilizing the vibration harmonics to Rock apart the bonds of their atoms (possibly on a quantum scale). Your average rock duelist will focus on these destructive waves, hoping to counter any attacks with his own, rather then defending their self. A skilled rock duelist can alter his own frequency to block out harmful frequencies directed at his person, and a VERY skilled Rock Duelist will be able to shift their frequency up and down the cosmic scale, like a hyped-up Barry Allen. Intangibility, flight, even dimensional travel is capable thought this techqunice.
A note on Dimensional Travel and Technique as how it relates to Rock Dueling. Mythology is full of references to Infernal Noises and Heavenly Music of the Spheres. This music is the interference noise created when a different plane of existence, vibrating in on a different dimensional frequency. Indeed, a duelist can open up and control the powers of the Heavens with a proper chord. Devils and Angels will do battle in the presence of the duelists. The very souls of those in the area can be at risk, but may also spontaneously rise to heaven or tossed to hell.
The military has known for some time of the effects of Sonics on the human body. Aside from the stereotypical 'brown noise,' The government has learned that low-freq waves makes people ever so slightly suggestive, and a high frequency pulse will cause extreme anger and distress in the most calm of men. This trick goes back in the history of rock dueling to the beginning. The pied piper, the song of the sirens, and so forth. Tunes have been used to duel indirectly, leading armies to war and cities to ruin.
I'll give some more thought to this subject later. Ow. Blew a head fuse.
Blake at 4:04:00 PM
So I had this dream right? First a little backround: It was my lunch break and I was very tired haveing just slept through most of a midsummer's night dream in theater studies. So I headed down to the green room, floped on the couch, and fell into a half-awake state, that kind where you can't really move, and reality is toatly objective. As I'm lying threre, Norm Peterson, right off the set of Cheers, circa 87', walks in the room, sits down on the opposing couch, and starts talking to me, just about stuff in general, norm stuff, you know. And me? I am TERRIFIED. Because I know this isn't real. Norm does not come and vist me inbetween classes. It isn't happening. But I can't move, and every sense tells me with crystal clear clarity that Norm is sitting across the table from. And on a base level of the human psyche, that's wrong. Reality can't allow for that. And if reality is breaking down oh so subtly as to let norm peterson tell me how his day went, then what else could be happening? My parents might not exist, they might be diffrent people. I can't feel my legs, maybe they arn't there anymore. What about the air, maybe it's not safe to breath! Panic swept though my body. I understood in a breif flash how people and characters could be stunned by fear. How a sanity check worked. Then bam, the lighting is back to normal, after several tries, I manage to sit up, and the world is seeminly back to normal.
But still...
Blake at 4:57:00 AM
yay
Blake at 4:28:00 PM
I should really be posting more cool links here. They swarm to me like robot bears to honey and death.
Blake at 2:02:00 AM
hey, the new skin worked. horray. now everything is good, forever!
Blake at 1:48:00 AM
Rachel needs to draw me this, I'll do the CG and text. It's going to be a movie poster format, with some text and maybe a lightning bolt on the left side, so leave at least an eighth of a page. It'll be a picture of a zombie knight, forboding, but not evil-looking. Not happy looking either, expressive eyes, not much for a mouth if at all. clearly a romantae-era middle-ages knight of high calaber, shield optinal, sword defenatly. Maybe a little lurking? Good. try and fit a rose in the design somewhere.
The movie text on the side reads:
CHILVERY IS DEAD.
STILL WALKING AROUND THOUGH.
maybe I'll change the punchline, but it's good, da?
Blake at 1:47:00 AM
Copied from Isaac Asimov's book, Asimov Laughs Again. (The narrator is Asimov.)
Once I was stuck at a cocktail party and a woman approached me. She had a drink in one hand (obviously not her first one, either) and a cigarette in the other.
I leaned away from her to try to avoid the cigarette smoke and she said to me with a certain hostility, "What's the matter with you? Don't you smoke?"
"No ma'am, I don't," I said civilly, in my fairly loud speaking voice.
"I'll bet you don't drink, either."
"No, ma'am, I don't."
"Then what the hell do you do?"
And I said, my voice not dropping a decibel, "I fuck an awful lot."
You'd be surprised how immediately that destroyed the conversation.
Blake at 12:57:00 AM
I've always been attracted to women who are highly motivated. I think it might have something to do with never being modivated myself (tho I'd like to be) and think it would be easer to be modivated for someone else. Regardless, I NEED modivation, more now then ever. As you may know, I've never done an assignment earler in the night before, and now, I'm trying to do work a full TWO days early, but I'm blocked! It seems the last day edge is the only edge I've got! This is not good. I'll write the paper, sure (freaking death of a salesman), but will it be any good? Eh. Exactly. Motive, motive, motive. I need some new kind of drive key, like Around The World use to be, perhaps I need a new theme (sports montage?), but Hyperactive, great as it is, ain't doing the job. and I haven't even don't any work fo the next adventure, nate and ian damn me, I feel too much like I should be doing school work. Curse my faulty work ethic. Ah well, now to decide if I need sleep or not tonight.
Blake at 12:56:00 AM
Need new backround. I love the robot, but so does everybody else, it seems...
Blake at 6:43:00 PM
Justian is dead, Long live the Justian!
He moved out during the weekend, mostly on friday, and it's a crying shame. It's really too bad, no more cold wars for the television channel, no more annoying rap music when I've got a headache, and no more super-clean! Actualy, it was great having someone to clean the room, the tv is mine no matter what, and he only played "Girl Want's My Dick Juice (Word)" that one time when I needed a nap time. So in the end, it wasn't too bad. If nothing else, he was quite a character.
The new roomate is clearly less superfreakclean, so that'll be intresting. Name's Kevin, he's in some of my classes. Nice enough guy, but then again, I'm totaly agreable with just about anyone (really!).
Oh, and Justy took his super keen futon with him. Need couch-thing. anyone help?
Blake at 6:43:00 PM
anytime anyone speaks in my Art and Design class, I feel dreadfuly like forceing them to eat their own words.
Did I mention that I would first write their words on shards of hot glass?
Blake at 6:36:00 PM
Hmmm...
Musta' passed out and started blogin', for I sure don't remember the posts below...
Blake at 1:26:00 PM
hahahahahahaha!!!
Bekah at 12:40:00 AM
Damn, Bekah is so cool.
Holy crap.
(By the way, Bekah is totally not typing in my blog.)
Blake at 12:36:00 AM
So justan thinks it'll be easer if I move out.
HA!
Blake at 10:27:00 PM
Hey, Justen, mine roomate is moving down the hall to a new room. I'll miss his cleaning the room every weekend, but I think the tv can live without BET for a while.
Blake at 1:42:00 PM
So this mourning I got mint shampoo in my eye. It didn't sting, but my eyesocket was minty fresh for two hours. Stop laughing! It was very unnerving. Mint cool is for mouth, not eyeballs! Gah!
Blake at 12:13:00 AM
Hey, both Fresh Prince and Cheers have had been the episodes where they go to the Tonight Show. Most awsome syncrosnisty indeed!
Blake at 12:11:00 AM
I'm thinkin' Justin is getting tired with the odd couple theme...
Blake at 7:18:00 PM
This Changes Everything...
Blake at 7:09:00 PM
DDR is a funny game. I'll never be good at it, that much is set in stone. But I really like the game, and that's odd, cause normaly games without somekind of goal really bother me, like simcity, and animal crossing. DDR has a goal, you can beat it, but it's really an abbration in the natural order of games I like. On second though, Drum Mania was really fun too...
Blake at 10:11:00 PM