The Sockpuppet Asylum

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I just saw a headline on Yahoo news that makes my head hurt.

"Sources: Cheney directed CIA not to discuss secret program."

So let me get this straight, they're pissed at him because he said not to discuss a SECRET program?

And yet, I still see people bitching because he mentioned an agent who was not covert\undercover\in any way a secret.

. . . .

There are far too many stupid people involved with politics.

Okay, so, I'm bored.

Recommend some music to me. I listen to just about anything, so comment away. (There's a definite chance that I'll have what you recommend. I have a large collection. But don't let that dissuade you.)

Aaaaaaand . . . . go.

My dad has one of those guns that you blow into and it shoots marshmallows.

If you had two of them and crossed the streams, would the StayPuff Marshmallow Man appear and get pissed, or would it be a giant Bill Murray?

And now, only several months late, I've finished re-uploading the archives on SPA. Now to build the rest of the site . . . finally . . .

I'd also like to note that the fireworks last night had better plot, acting and characterization than Transformers 2. Also? Better explosions.

Had a nice time over the last couple of days. Brian crashed at my place Friday night, and we worked on various projects that we've been collaborating on for a while.

He played God of War for a couple of hours Friday until he got frustrated and stuck at this one point in Hades. Saturday morning, I hopped onto the game and beat that part in one try. The look on his face was priceless.

We also filmed a quick "basic" version of a short we're working on to test my new camera and the editing abilities of my new computer. Haven't actually tried to piece it together yet, but I might try after work.

Rin called while we were filming. She went to her dad's for the 4th, and apparently the first words out of his mouth were "Hi honey, how are you, where's your boyfriend?" so Brian and I headed over to her dad's. It's a nice place, right on the lake. There was a huge barbecue, then after the sun started going down, everyone had huge bonfires and set of fireworks. It was really neat, and I think I got some good photos of it (but I left my camera in the car . . . ) Also, Rin's dad gave us some small fireworks to toss into the bonfire, so we did. They were duds. Or so we thought. Several minutes later, this green ball of fire shoots right at me and Brian. I managed to jump out of the way, but his shoes partially melted. It was pretty funny.

Around eleven, I had to take Brian back home. Took forever, and by the time I was heading back, I was exhausted. I had my first close call with a deer, which managed to wake me up for a bit. I actually ended up pulling into a Wegmans parking lot for a little bit and resting before driving the rest of the way home.

It was really fun. I'm not usually a holiday kind of guy, nor do I normally enjoy fireworks ("Oh. Explosions and lights." he said unenthusiastically,) but I had fun. Also: Terry Bogard.

( WoW art WIP )

God of War is an enjoyable game.

It's even more enjoyable if whenever they mention "Zeus," you replace the Greek god with Samuel L. Jackson's character from Die Hard With a Vengeance.

In less than an hour aircraft from here will join others from around the world and you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. Mankind. That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can’t be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interest. Perhaps it’s fate that today is the fourth of July and you will once again be fighting for our freedom. Not from tyranny, oppression or persecution but from annihilation. We’re fighting for our right to live, to exist and should we win the day, the fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday but as the day when the world declared in one voice “We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight! We’re going to live on! We’re going to survive! Today, we celebrate our independence day!”

President Thomas J. Whitmore – 1996/07/04

So, the last few days, one of my teeth was hurting. Being full time at Wegmans means I get some nice dental coverage, so I figured I'd set up an appointment next week after the holiday.

Well, yesterday it started hurting so much, I couldn't see straight. I got an appointment for this morning, and I went in.

I had a ton of X-Rays (since I hadn't been to this dentist in about six years, just the dental school downtown because they're hella cheap,) and then had a cleaning. Then the doctor came in and said "Well, looks like one of your fillings became unsealed, stuff got in there, and now you need a root canal."

O_o

"Oh, and we're going to do as much as we can to stop the pain today."

O_O

I had to wait around about a half hour until they could work on me, and it went pretty quickly. Basically what they did was they took out my filling, drilled away all the little bits of decay, and took a small part of the nerve so I wouldn't hurt as much, then put some medication on it along with a temporary filling. A week from Tuesday, I'm going back in to get the actual root canal since they're closed the entirety of next week.

I actually feel much, much, much better now. And best of all, I had a co-pay, and I'll have a co-pay for the root canal, but it's totally reasonable and affordable. It's not like when they suggested a root canal for my broken tooth two years ago at the dental school . . . the co-pay then was, like, $700-800. This one is $150. *whew*

Now to veg out.

Today was an interesting day at work.

All the power jacks were dead, so I had to unload a 1400+ piece load with a hand jack, as well as pick up two skids that had fallen over.

After unloading the entire truck by hand, I felt rather manly, like I should go out, find something, kill it with my bare hands and eat it raw.

I also felt the urge to don a loincloth and swing a large sword around while talking about smiting enemies and lamentations of women . . .

And I end my day with a toothache and a dentist appointment in the morning.

FOR THE LAST TIME, ORACLE WAS NOT FRIDGED!

*fanboy rant*

Trying to cut back on caffeine after weeks of non-stop Mountain Dew . . . I had one 20oz. bottle of Game Fuel yesterday, that's it. And today I feel like utter crap. Hell, I slept for, like, 12+ hours yesterday, and I slept for about 9 hours today . . . Hopefully this won't last long. (I know I'll end up drinking some tomorrow though . . . I work till 8 tonight, and work at 6am tomorrow . . . Ugh . . . )

Am I the only person who thought that maybe MJ faked his death, and is getting some kind of face transplant so he can live a "normal" life?

I know it's probably really insensitive and unrealistic, but still . . . thought crossed my mind.


(And of course, it has to be said that I never actually expected MJ to die . . . I always expected his face to melt off, revealing a metal endoskeleton under living tissue, leading to a series of events where he's taken down by a plucky preteen . . . .)

I should have heeded the warnings.

Transformers 2 is probably the worst movie I've ever seen.

It was excruciatingly bad. Even the stuff that, if you took it out of this movie and put it into a better film, didn't make me laugh.

Dragon Ball Evolution was a better use of my money. At least that one knew it was gonna be bad and just embraced the cheesyness. TF2 is just vomitously aimed at the lowest common denominator.

No hyperbole here, but at the end of the movie, I felt sick. I started raging like never before, and I'm not even that big a Transformers fan.

Brian was crushed because they mangled his favorite character, Soundwave.

I'm incoherent and need to get up in a few hours for work. I'm going to go crash.

Edit: Also, am I the only person in the world that thinks Megan Fox isn't at all attractive? She looks vapid and dumb as a sack of Transformers 2 DVDs.

WHY DID I CLICK ON THAT LINK TO TVTROPES?! WHY?!?

(AND WHY DID I END UP ON THE TEAR JERKER PAGE DAMNIT! IT'S LIKE A THOUSAND "JURASSIC BARKS" ROLLED INTO ONE!)

Oh wow, my least favorite page of the entire second issue is finally up and it's only a month late.

NOA AND OR RIN

(Not that either of you will see this, but just in case . . . )

Do either of you still have the Gashtorn lyrics? If not, will you try to remake them?

It is for no particular reason, certainly not because I want to draw a band of Orcs singing about their hero . . . .

So, I'm standing in the kitchen, cooking breakfast, when my mom comes in the door. Didn't even know she was out, but before I can say anything, something white and fuzzy attacks my foot.

It's a dog. A small, white, fuzzy dog.

Turns out a family friend fell and broke her pelvis last night, and now we're watching Lilly, her dog for a bit.

This is pretty much what's happening at my house right now, except without the cat.