Perfect Dark and Turok

Joanna Dark.

Perfect Dark.


A respectable female protagonist. What's not to love? I've droned on and on about Perfect Dark before, and gameplay video of Perfect Dark Zero makes me salivate (I'm almost serious- it looks just like the original Perfect Dark but faster!). I'm not sure if I've mentioned the link that Perfect Dark and Turok share, though.

In my mind of minds, there's a link between Perfect Dark and Turok: Evolution. My opinion, Turok: Evolution was a complete sham gameplay-wise. There were certainly some amazing plot elements and wonderful, memorable level designs, but there was...

Well, it's like this.

• I don't have understanding of the first Turok
• Turok 2: Seeds of Evil had amazingly creative enemies (and a lot of them), simple-yet-great level layout, and a wonderful, low framerate that somehow worked in the game's favor. The main (possibly only) flaw was the save points, not nearly enough of them
• Turok 3: Shadow of Oblivion was where the trouble began. What a great legacy Turok 3 left: "Where the trouble began."

The first part of Turok 3: Shadow of Oblivion passes muster. There are terrible spider-human creatures, rabid dogs, Robocop-like guards, and I think there are zombies. (Or something to that effect.) I'd be just as happy if there were crazy dinosaurs loose in the city, but whatever.

Then it all went wrong when the character had to invade that military compound.

Humans were in the compound.

And after that, the enemies were either humans, or extremely humanlike creatures. (A few were comical, even. That's bad.) This kept up during the remainder of the pitiful five hours of gaming. Maybe I'm being too harsh, but if I want a straight-up FPS, I'll get a 007 game. Because I like 007 FPS. Shut up.


As for Turok: Evolution...it managed to make being stalked by raptors boring. And it made a tyrannosaurus attack feel insignificant. (And not because of the grandeur of the rest of the game.)

No, no, don't play it up; don't make the character run for their lives, or lead the tyrannosaurus into a camp of enemies, or sneak up on it while it's sleeping and jump on it, and definitely don't just have it waiting around a corner for you and "jump out" (which would be very frightening.) Nope, make it boring.

Great work.


Anyways, it seems I was playing Turok: Evolution for single player and me and my brother were playing Perfect Dark for multiplayer. And wam, they melded, and now I picture them in my mind together.

Well, for the most part. I don't think I'd attempt to play them at the same time. It's just that my thoughts of them tend to go hand-in-hand, like some poor fools hopelessly in love.


Uhh...now that I think about it...that's quite...creepy...I HAVE TO GO!

Christmas season. The "most wonderful time of the year."

Sadly, with the Thanksgiving season evaporating like a small drop of water in Hell's bucket of despair, Christmas is "officially" in season. The winds of sorrow and the glazed sea of soulless eyes will soon converge on stores for one sole purpose: gifts. Merry making gifts. They'll mull about with fearsome greed.

I heard a story from K-Love a year ago. I guess the "Crossdressing Elmo" was the hottest gift (it came with a set of clothes that could be turned inside-out; one side would be a feminine outfit whilst the other would be more masculine). A lady from K-Love was trying to find one, and she got one reserved for her, and when she went to the store, the checkout lady had to tell her that the shipment didn't make it. The checkout lady either almost cried or did because everyone else she promised a Crossdressing Elmo to got very mad (and this K-Love lady didn't, and she was expecting her to). I think it was Crossdressing Elmo, at least.


I know everyone always says this, so I might as well jump on the bandwagon: hasn't Christmas been in season? I noticed Walmart put up Christmas decorations 5-7 weeks ago. I was getting some Meow Mix for the Damned Cats, and there they were. "Ho ho ho ho!" one Santa looked as if he were saying. Another seemed to say, "Ha ha ha ha, your momma wears army boots!"

I've never seen such a freak of a Santa. Ooh, that box made me angry. The first time someone told me my momma wore army boots was an old (as in my old, not old old) dentist. "Oh, don't you ever brush," he said during one of our first visits. "No wonder we couldn't detect any cavities!" he declared. "Ugh, splack!" he noised, coughing. He looked like he was gonna vomit or something. I guess he had some type of food poisoning. "OK, nurse...get me the scalpel...I'm going to have to surgically remove the plaque.


"All my years in the business, and this is the worst," he quipped. "OK, take him to the x-ray arena and let's try to loosen some of that with an elongated exposure," he said, out of breath. Once we got there, he started getting annoyed. "Damnable lawyers," he said as he pored over paperwork. "OK, kid. You tell anyone we shot you with an elongated x-ray exposure, and I'll tell everyone your momma wears army boots. Got it?"

I was 10 or 11 if memory serves. I nodded, wide-eyed, as they lowered me into the pit. I heard the silo-like door seal shut. Remember how technology was back then? Excerpt from this post:

Everything went fine, that is...until the dentist came in to take a final look. Wow, it's amazing how much their XRay technology has improved. It used to be...you'd have to wear a 400 pound lead "apron," and so you wouldn't die while it was on you, they first hooked you up to an iron lung. THEN, they sealed you in a concrete chamber 50 feet underground so you wouldn't "radiate up" the atmosphere. Like it was YOUR fault!

Speaking of concrete enclosures, Mr. and Mrs. Bruckner are moving to a new locale this week, and they are fans of the Red Sox. So I want to get them something. I'm thinking of making them a lamp with a Christmas stocking as the base. You know, a red sock. Also, it'll be a Christmas decoration. I am still undecided. Perhaps I will get them a...

Uhh...a pair of underwear. They're an...I am not quite sure how to put this...slightly elderly couple (but they don't let that put a damper on their spirits!), and they get cold faster than a group of young, smart, eager-to-learn Bible students just lining up to be taught!



OK...actually, I am the only one there under 40. Drat.

Actually...I don't know how old the Hitman is. He may be 39. I know he went through something around 10 years of training ("deacon" training"), so he's at least 10. He reminds me of Fulgore. You don't really know how old he is, but you can guess.

I don't despise Christmas. I simply do not regard it as the "reason for the season" (we don't even celebrate it). The reason for the season is the weather! Yes! Darn. Now I'm craving Riesens. Do they have ads like that? The "Riesen" for the season could be a minty Riesen with white chocolate coating. But, noo, Kev is an idiot.


It's hard to believe that some people actually hate winter. As much as I despise Arizona summers, I would not ever want to hate winter. You can find out why we don't celebrate Christmas with a simple Google search of "pagan christmas." It's not that we think it's evil; we don't find it necessary (and it's stressful!). Also, the celebration should not be his birth, but his resurrection. That's where the power lies.

I Corinthians 15:17-18:

17	And if Christ be not raised, your faith is vain; ye are yet in your sins.
18	Then they also which are fallen asleep in Christ are perished.

Not to be confused, this is Paul speaking to those who say that there is no resurrection of the dead (he's working through their logic; if there's no resurrection, as they claim, then they cannot have the remission of sins...you know, just like we can't justify taking the "promise" and "blessing" part of Israel's program without the "wandering through the desert like camels" and "cursing" part). Verse 12, same chapter, provides the context:

12	Now if Christ be preached that he rose from the dead, how say some among you that there is no resurrection of the dead?

(Italics mine).

So, remember: a text...

("The body of a printed work as distinct from headings and illustrative matter on a page or from front and back matter in a book.")

...without a context...

("The part of a text or statement that surrounds a particular word or passage and determines its meaning.")

...is a pretext (An effort or strategy intended to conceal something.). That's one of those cute catchphrases people use. It's true. That's why CNN says "We put the world...in Clintext. UH, context! Crud!" (drumroll)

Kev's Bible finally arrived after TEN YEARS

I ordered a Bible about TEN YEARS AGO. I ordered it with 3-day shipping via UPS- my favorite carrier. FedEx does not wave (they're usually too busy sipping on soda! Really!), and the other guys in the yellow box (DHL?) usually hire pyromaniacs, and, well, it's a mess when they show up. A fiery, ashen mess. It cost $10 more, but I couldn't help myself. I guess it was worth $10 for me to not chance waiting for weeks.


They had another idea. The store I bought it from is not a warehouse, so every item you order comes from a different location. Call them a middleman site. I bought an Old Scofield Study Bible from TheKJVStore.com, with two lines of personalization. Apparently, they've made "new" editions using freaky new translations, and I prefer not to go by that...I go by KJV. The other day I saw a list of translations some book used...something like 10 of them. Wow! I had never realized how many translations are used.

I ordered the Bible and booklet on the 3rd of August. The booklet got here on the 7th, or sometime around there. I will donate it to the church if the Pastor approves of it. Or maybe make my own copies! Yeah! That won't get me sued!



Last night, I had to give my brother my satellite box. His will not produce sound. I convinced him it was because he had a towel on it, so now my Mom can stop being annoyed by that. Your welcome, Mother!

Maybe in the same light, I can take my parent's satellite box, and ween my Dad of his late-night, all-night, all-day, every-second TV viewing schedule. All things work together for good. Which, by the way, I now know is Romans 8:28 thanks to the awesome concordance on this Bible. Which, by the way, FINALLY ARRIVED TEN YEARS LATE!

Actually, it took 11 days. Ahah, I guess I mean days, actually. It shipped USPS instead of UPS- something to note about TheKJVStore. The Bible looks cool. I have on it my entire name, 'Kevinsky Nostalgicsky Stewartsky'. Under that, it has the words 'Grace through Faith'. It's neat how they center the Grace through the Faith and then under my name.

Convenient time to show up, too, as it will give me something to read. That's right...I am going to read my Bible. Oh, I know, it could catch me on fire but...that's a risk I am willing to take. After all, faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God. Romans 10:17; go concordance! Yeah, yeah, concordance! Go, go, concordance! YEAAH! [stops abruptly]

Actually, back to the concordance. It's 159 pages long, in print half the size of the scripture print. In contrast, the book of Matthew is 51 pages long. Since the concordance is half-sized, it would actually be around 320 pages, and on top of that, there's a good bit of commentary in Matthew.

The pages feel pretty good. Kind of like a shoe that doesn't need to be broken in- I wonder if they'll become even better? I got the genuine leather one, as I become attached to things, and I would not expect a Bible to be any different. I want the one that'll last the longest...I assume the leather one will. Oh, sure, I could've bought a $400 one made of GOLD, but I...don't know if they make Scofields that costs $400 made of gold. Scofield is Les Feldick's Bible of choice, by the way. I like it so far; I want to get Pastor's thoughts on it before long.


I just looked up what profit a man blah blah. It is Matthew 16: 26: For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?

Heh heh heh. It has a neat center column for the notes, chain-reference, I don't know what it's called. I am not big on the religion of naming things stuff. These words confuse me. It's semantics, or some such. There's an almost-half-inch border for notes...or, I assume it's for notes.

I think I may need a Strong's word dictionary. The smaller the better, of course. Maybe the Birthday Fairy will get me a pocketsize or such for my big day. This thing looks cool, too. And that's the problem; our Strong's exhaustive concordance is way over 530,000 pages long with over 500,000,000,000 (billion) references. It even translates into Martian, though, so that's cool...I guess...still, definitely need a smaller dictionary.

Off I go to cook dinner. 20 pounds of cow, here I come!

Why it's Good to be Hatter Mad: Happy Independence Day!

The correct name for today is Independence Day. The day we declared ourselves independent from Great Britain. Free.

I will admit it: I don't know much about history. I'd like to, I think I could warm to the subject, but I don't care enough to figure out how--- example, how do you know who to trust? These events happened hundreds of years ago, and while the bigger events will most likely be historically correct due to widespread public remembrance, the details may be lost in the fog of bias.

Still, the history of our country has always interested me- along with Israel's history. Any studying of history I've done has been on Israel. For two reasons. One, it's short- they're not too old. Two, they have the most awesome history of the world (they're God's Chosen people!).
Think about this: when was the last time you heard about one of those worthless countries no one ever hears about, like Switzerland? How about South Arhabazhengangastan? See, you probably didn't know either was even a country! One of them is fake! Guess which one.


So, today, for the first time in my life, I read the Declaration of Independence. Wow. Just, wow. JEFFERSON WAS MAD (angry) AS A HATTER. That man was a hero. Notice how I said "that man," instead of "that dude." That's how much respect I have for what I read.

You've probably heard this:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

But I've never heard this:

...-and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. ——— And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

He had just finished condemning the King of Great Britain. Listing his crimes (both against his own kingdom and the 13 colonies). What I get from reading just the Declaration of Independence - called at that time The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America - and I apologize and welcome correction if I am misinterpreting - is that Britain treated them wrong, and they got mad. Mad as hatters.

They then declared themselves apart from Great Britain. Freedom beckoned them, and they heeded its wondrous call. Fast forward some large amount of years, and here we are.



I learned a lot about independence from Joseph Farah. He is big anti-Government. That is good. Our founding fathers knew that was good. Government = oppression. There's no way around it. He happens to believe, and I agree with him, that Government needs to be watched by the media. Thus, a free Press.

Thomas Jefferson, the same man, mad as a hatter, who wrote our Declaration of Independence, stated this:

Were it left to me to decide whether we should have a government without newspapers, or newspapers without a government, I should not hesitate a moment to prefer the latter.

The idea of our democracy here, is that we are governed by the people. As we have seen recently with the immigration fiasco, many of our representatives have entirely the wrong idea. They are out of touch with our people. You saw the polls- only 22% of Americans supported that bill. I am not a poll-worshiper. But polls that ruthlessly clear are not to be ignored.

Or are they. The lawmakers trudged on- perhaps suffering from the self-love Doctors frequently suffer. I am ashamed to admit that Arizona's John Kyl and John McCain both voted for and supported this fiasco of "immigration reform." If you guys are reading, I am sickened by both of you. Sickened. Have some lettuce, McCain.

But what happened? The people spoke. We were mad- something went wrong with the politicians' scheme. We were informed. To be informed is, oft times, to be angry. And we were angry as hatters. Perhaps we were just as mad, and just as resembling "hatters," as Thomas Jefferson. We saw the future of our country hanging in the balance. Thank the Lord we acted and killed this bill dead in its tracks. What power we wield. We turned a blunt, desperate attempt to destroy our country into a symbolic wasteland.

This was accomplished because our current Press setup was watching. The internet, with all of its blogs and news sites, played a major role. Talk radio played a major role. But the people were what made this happen. And that is what I am grateful for this Independence Day- that our country is still able to be governed by the will of the people. That is a God-given, unspeakable privilege for us all, that few, if any, other countries enjoy.

Talk radio played the most major role for me personally. As you may know, some believe that talk radio is "running" our country- by "talk radio," they mean "the people," apparently. They wish to see it silenced, under the guise of the "fairness" doctrine.

President James Madison, "Notes on Virginia":

Nothing could be more irrational than to give the people power, and to withhold from them information without which power is abused. A people who mean to be their own governors must arm themselves with power which knowledge gives.

Goodnight, and may God continue to bless America.


Latter 2 quotes lifted from Joseph Farah's STOP THE PRESSES!, but he can never prove it.

Revelation 9: 1-11

I remember way back when, probably 2003, Jack Van Impe Presents had a picture of an apache helicopter painted as a locust. I'm not entirely sure if they were just making a funny which related to what they were discussing, or not.

Some people believe that Revelation is to be taken figuratively. As Les Feldick says, people don't want to accept that fantastic things will happen during the tribulation. The way I understand it, some things are to be taken figuratively- the things which say "like unto" or some such. But not always.
The verses below mention a bottomless pit (pause), with smoke ascending like unto a furnace. That does not qualify the entire line to be a metaphor, only the smoke. Which is like a furnace. To wit, it does not say "something like unto a bottomless pit." It says, literally, a bottomless pit. Not a bottomless-esque pit. "Like unto" is not a blanket term for the entire verse/chapter/book.



Right now, I am reading a site which teaches that the "locusts" are helicopters, written by some dude who thinks he's the prophet Elijah. Also, he thinks the Quran and Bible fit perfectly together. Weirdo. He has not updated his site since October of last year. I'm not grouping those who believe the locusts are helicopters with this stooge. I'm just using him as an example. I'm not a Bible scholar, but I do have half a brain and a lick of sense.


According to him, we are already in the tribulation- we were part-way through the tribulation in 1986 (the Chernobyl-being-translated-wormwood thing)! Wow. 1986 is the year the original Metroid was released in Japan, but I don't know about the tribulation going on during that time.



Let's start with the first two verses:

1 And the fifth angel sounded, and I saw a star fall from heaven unto the earth: and to him was given the key of the bottomless pit.
2 And he opened the bottomless pit; and there arose a smoke out of the pit, as the smoke of a great furnace; and the sun and the air were darkened by reason of the smoke of the pit.

(all quotes KJV) According to Willy, this is the Gulf War invasion of Kuwait, when coalition (USA) forces did their thing. Willy really starts getting slippery here, as he does not translate for us farm boys why the angel is given the key to the bottomless pit (or oil field). Even if "given the key" is a metaphor for "indwelt Saddam," it does not fit. Not unless you're paranoid. As I mentioned above, it does not say "like unto a bottomless pit." It says, literally, a bottomless pit. The bottomless pit- not a.

Next, Revelation 9: 3-5:

3 And there came out of the smoke locusts upon the earth: and unto them was given power, as the scorpions of the earth have power.
4 And it was commanded them that they should not hurt the grass of the earth, neither any green thing, neither any tree; but only those men which have not the seal of God in their foreheads.

Verse 3: --points to demonic locusts, of course- let out of the bottomless pit. They have their king over them- Abaddon in Hebrew, Apollyon in Greek, meaning the Destroyer (I don't speak or read Jew or Greek, this is what I am told). No, I assure you, it is not me. It's an entirely different destroyer. He is mentioned in verse 11. They are given power as the scorpions of the earth have power. Later, it is clarified; they sting.

But Willy doesn't think so. He thinks they are helicopters- the "sting" is their tail rotor (what?). He believes the oil wells being on fire caused the smoke, and then the helicopters/forces came as a result. Strange John does not mention an army, nor does he mention airplanes (wouldn't airplanes be around too?).


Verse 4: --the locusts are commanded not to harm any plant life. Only the men who do not have the seal of God in their foreheads (Rev. 7: 1-8). Wet Willy thinks this mark is the telepathic bond of man with God- or believers with God. But, the plant life.

There are several problems with this verse and Willy's ever-slippery interpretation, like oil to water. Willy is the oil.
I don't think apache pilots were commanded to not destroy any plant life. In fact, the question is, if these are not literal locusts, why would they be commanded not to harm any plant life? If these were actually helicopters, why would they be told to go against a locust's natural course of living- "destroying" plant life? Why would it matter, if this is just figurative? This is a valid question no matter how slippery Willy is. Being slippery might make it hard to catch someone, but it doesn't make it hard to chase them. It makes it harder for them to run. Slipping...sliding.

Note that it doesn't say that they didn't destroy any plant life. It says that they were commanded not to destroy any plant life. Why would you order a helicopter not to destroy any plant life? Also, how could a helicopter tell the difference between one with the seal of God and a normal person?

Why would that verse backing up that these are literal locusts be there if they were helicopters? Getting a little slippery, eh, Willy? Well, he says that we used all sorts of damaging things in old wars, but now we have precision bombs. OK, it still doesn't say they -didn't-, it says they were -commanded not to-.

5 And to them it was given that they should not kill them, but that they should be tormented five months: and their torment was as the torment of a scorpion, when he striketh a man.

OK, no matter how slippery Willy is, he can't slip out of this one. Or can he?

After all, since when was it a directive at that time not to kill anyone? If you're in an Apache GUNSHIP, you're going to kill. You don't land an apache and walk after people on foot. If you are in an apache helicopter, and you can get the thing to float off of the pavement, someone's gonna die.

According to Wet Willy the Slippery, the apache perfectly fits the description given in Revelation 9: 7-9 (10 later):

7 And the shapes of the locusts were like unto horses prepared unto battle; and on their heads were as it were crowns like gold, and their faces were as the faces of men.
8 And they had hair as the hair of women, and their teeth were as the teeth of lions.
9 And they had breastplates, as it were breastplates of iron; and the sound of their wings was as the sound of chariots of many horses running to battle.

Verse 7 sounds like a helicopter- sure. But crowns of gold? Willy thinks the crowns of gold were the rotors reflecting sunlight. Whatever. Why would John say the back rotors are stings, and the top rotor is a crown of gold? Wouldn't the top rotor be a giant sting?

Verse 8 does not work at all. According to Willy, this means that womens hair is a covering. That is in fact true about a womans hair. I Corinthians 11: 15:

15 But if a woman have long hair, it is a glory to her: for her hair is given her for a covering.

Willy uses the word here "covering." Notice John did not say "had a covering like unto a woman's hair." He said "hair as the hair of women." He didn't say "covering as the hair of women." He claims that these "coverings" were the camouflage netting that they apparently put onto helicopters when they landed.

John didn't say "sometimes" they had hair as the hair of women. Or "when they landed."

He then claims that the "teeth as the teeth of lions" are the teeth you sometimes see painted on helicopters. That's easy to claim. But it doesn't make any sense when you think about it. The breastplate is also easy, and so is the "sound of many chariots."

However, then it comes to verse 10.

10 And they had tails like unto scorpions, and there were stings in their tails: and their power was to hurt men five months.

After "and there were stings in their tails" there is a colon. That means he is going into more detail. Then it says "and their power was to hurt men five months." I don't know how the tail rotors could have hurt men 5 months. Maybe if someone was hit by it (was anyone ever hit by the tail rotor of an apache?). But it doesn't say that- it implies that the stings effect a lot of people, not one unfortunate helicopter repairman who got decapitated.

Verse 4 says "but only those men which have not the seal of God in their foreheads." I could be wrong, but I interpret this as meaning worldwide, or semi-worldwide. It's not so hard to believe, as a third of mankind gets wiped out within the next 14 verses, but I admit I don't know.

Now for verse 11, the last one of this judgment:

11 And they had a king over them, which is the angel of the bottomless pit, whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon, but in the Greek tongue hath his name Apollyon.

According to Willy, the "angel of the bottomless pit" is Satan. And Saddam was just Satan's puppet like hitler or stalin, he explains excitedly. So, Saddam was being used, as a puppet of Satan...to command our apache helicopters.

I think I can just end this abruptly right here.


[end transmission]

Video Games: A Digital Addiction

One thing I hate is for someone to challenge my views. LET'S RAWK


[http://www.thercg.org/youth/articles/0201-vgada.html]

VIDEO GAMES
A Digital Addiction
Why is society so wrapped up in video games? What do studies and research show? What is behind the video game addiction? What is God’s perspective?

Notice here how the author, Kevin D. Denee, immediately brings God into this- as if his personal views reflect the Almighty's stance.

Beads of sweat form on your brow as you grip the gun. Your heart is beating out of your chest as you creep through this virtual world. You are in control. Law—what law? Go ahead, steal a car, shoot innocent bystanders…

Obviously he isn't talking about any video game which exists. Nice try Willy- smear some more, will you?

Crouching on a rooftop, you patiently wait, not making a move. Suddenly, there is movement—the enemy. He comes into the crosshairs of your rifle’s scope. You pull the trigger, his neck explodes and blood splatters on the street…

Getting more slippery now aren't you Willy? Stick to the facts- if you have any facts to stick to, that is. Or, maybe, your problem is that you're too slippery to stick to the facts?

As the general of your army, you are the commander—the conqueror! Tremendous power lies at your fingertips. At your command, tanks will enter a city, killing whatever, and whoever, is in sight. Commandos will stealthily sneak in and blow something—or somebody—to pieces. The enemy doesn’t stand a chance…

As it should be. As God intended.

Real?—Almost. “Thrilling”? “Heart throbbing”? “Captivating”? “Addictive”?—YES!

Notice here how the author is intent to put fake monikers on a subject he obviously has no grasp of.

The video game industry is exploding. People of all ages are enjoying them, whether on a computer, game console, or the Internet.

To further our understanding of his ignorance, he now implies the "video game industry is exploding." He is clearly lying- the last time I looked, the video game industry was thriving, not being driven into the ground by random explosions. Or maybe that's just it- maybe he wants violent force to be used against the industry? Now you're exposed for the fraud you are, Willy.

Everyone is talking about them. Notice these recent headlines: “Top Activity for National Goof-Off Day: Playing Video Games!”, “Video games, not TV responsible for obesity in kids…”, “Video Games Approved For Teens Often Contain Sex And Violence, Study Concludes,” “Violent video games are training children to kill,” “Are video games breeding killers?”, “Video games ‘increase aggression,’” “Electronic Nightmares: Sex and Violence Invade Your Game Console,” “Child’s Play? – Grand Theft Auto III Provides Video Gamers With a Virtual World of Extreme Violence,” “Boy grabs knife after dad unplugs video game.”

Notice here how he once again smears a subject which he obviously hasn't seen first-hand since the Nintendo 64. What's wrong, Willy? Can't take the heat? Then maybe you should stop stoking the flames.

You'll see National Goof-Off Day, which is akin to every single Friday night, Saturday, and Sunday. His argument falls apart once the questioning begins. He mentions Grand Theft Auto III, could it be he is a closet gamer? The truth is coming out now, isn't it, Willy?

Video games—a teenager’s paradise. Or are they?

Why is society so wrapped up in them? What do studies and research show? Why are people so enthralled by them, spending countless hours in front of a screen?

Most importantly, what is God’s perspective on this form of “entertainment”?

See here, he once again shows off his gross ignorance. He doesn't know what to call it- is it a "form of "entertainment"?" he cluelessly asks. Poor Willy, can't even categorize his favorite new smear topic- maybe it's time to find something else to smear, hm?

Rampant in Society

As mentioned, the video game industry is booming. Recent statistics show that annual video game sales in the U.S., including hardware, software and accessories, are $10 billion dollars! It has been said that enough video games are sold every year to put at least two in every household. Over 90% of U.S. children play video games.

The only thing "rampant" in society is his blaring stupidity. Notice here how he says "over 90% of U.S. children"- yet he does not give reference to this mysterious, "mystery" poll which seems to fulfill his every seething, hate-filled desire- what's next, Willy, "new poll names Slippery Willy as President of the World by 90% vote?"

Then there is the Internet, which is revolutionizing the “gaming” experience. Online gaming is bringing video games to a new level, one in which the game is played entirely on the Web. Today, Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Games (MMORPGs) are the “in” thing. People of all ages enter a virtual world in which their characters go on quests, build experience and strength, gain material goods, etc. It’s a life teens can enter, and do whatever they want—and with today’s technology, it seems and feels very real.

Yes, blame the children. The ones who cannot defend themselves this time, eh, Willy? And what if you had your way? All those deemed "apostates" would be wiped from the face of the earth? All those who don't follow your cookie-cutter "achieve perfection" course? Nice try Willy, but we're not buying it- go attack someone else.

You can even take this virtual character that you have created and sell it on the Internet for hundreds of real dollars, or sell equipment that you have acquired while playing the game. Many who get involved in these games play all day, every day. One person commented on how he became addicted to it, playing it all the time except when he was working. Before he knew it, a few months had passed. He realized what his life was becoming and had enough self-control to stop. However, unlike this person, many do not notice how addicted they are, often playing “24/7” for a whole year!

Oh, yes, take extreme cases- exaggerate, smear, and contrive them. Hey, while we're at it, why not just invent an argument, Willy? That seems the logical next step in your facade of non-sensible logic. Notice here how he displays his hatred of the system America is all about- making money, having the freedom to make money. He rails about how people playing games for a living can make hundreds of *real* dollars. Tiny bit jealous there, eh, Willy?


I don't think I need to go on. It's clearly obvious that this man is no more than a prude, like gum stuck to the bottom of societies collective shoe.

You can practically taste the self-love and pride dripping off of him. What does he think he is? Who does he think he is?

I think it's obvious to all of us who he thinks he is. And I think it's obvious to all of us who he really is.

He is the Antichrist.



This post was written, QUITE OBVIOUSLY in a joking manner, because I enjoyed Author's article, and I felt like doing it in this style. Notice how I called him the Antichrist, even though there's no grounds for that. Joke. I just hope I didn't go overboard with the insults at any point. It's meant to be humorous.

And notice how I constantly make unfounded personal attacks. Once again, joking. There's no basis in reality for these. Constantly misquoting, and calling him "Willy," and implying that he can't stick to the facts because he's too slippery. Pure parody. I suggest reading his article, and I'll probably be writing him an email. Probably begging forgiveness. Probably soon.

Olmert's Mirage of Peace

As you may know, Israel's Prime Minister, Ehud Olmert, is quite possibly seeing things which aren't there.

As you recall, he surrendered last year to Hezbollah- call it what you want, it was a surrender- sending a message to all terrorists, and terrorist countries, that Israel is weak. Obviously, probably gleefully, their enemies picked up on this.

Syria, in particular, picked up on this, and formed their own Hezbollah group, called the Syrian Committees for the Liberation of the Golan (they have never been good at names, have they?). Quote from World Net Daily,

In a WND interview, one Baath party official said Syria learned from Hezbollah's military campaign against Israel last summer that "fighting" is more effective than peace negotiations with regard to gaining territory."

The group was formed last year, accepting volunteers June 2006. For some reason, most likely to garner support from the Israeli left, Olmert wants "peace" with Syria- the same Syria which openly hosts Islamic Jihad and Hamas leaders. In fact, he is willing to surrender the Golan Heights- a militarily strategic mountainous area which Syria has twice used to launch invasions into Israel. The United States has "given permission," or approval, for Israel to withdraw- as a consolation prize, we still do not change our views towards Syria. Our stance is still 100% , all-American brow-beat.


Earlier this week, Syria moved from being willing to talk Israel's surrender, and is now demanding Israel's surrender- effectively making it a double victory for Syria if Israel withdraws. The Golan Heights has a population of about 19,000 Jews and 18,000, mostly Druze, Arabs.

Syria has boldly threatened that if Israel does not surrender the Golan Heights, this Arab population will begin "resistance operations" against the Jewish population there. Bolder still, Syria has amassed an army at northern Israel with the aid of Iran, with whom they previously signed a military pact. The army is capable of launching a surprise attack on Israel, though some suggest they are only there to pressure Israel into surrendering- sorry, withdrawing.

A recent poll was held in Israel which found a majority of Israelis understand and agree that the withdrawals were, and are, useless.

Yet, this pitiful administration, which, as Joseph Farah puts it in one of my favorite articles, "this useless coalition seemingly hell-bent on committing national suicide," still persists in their attempts to give away as much of Israel as possible- for no clear (good) reason, just Olmert's political advancement. Israel had just enough land to defend themselves before the previous withdrawals, so logically, they gave land away. With a ...slightly problematic outcome. Not a problem. They just need to surrender more land. No lessons to learn from here.


Surrendering land cannot hope to bring any peace, when it has never worked (except for their enemies- it worked like a charm for them!), and doesn't even make sense on paper. It's clearly insanity. It's sinister, is what it is. Still, some believe it will work. Or, at least keep them in power for bit longer.

Farah goes on:

Compromise with evil is evil. And that's what Israel is doing. As for me and my house, I will not be a part of it. I will continue to serve the Lord and pray for the peace of Jerusalem.

I am in complete agreement. I will never abandon Israel, and I will never stop praying for her peace. However, it is foolish to continue supporting a man who has no grasp of what actually needs to be done. Israel has not survived by assuming the best of their enemies- or, for that matter, their allies. They have survived by God's will combined with brute military force.

Oh, and keep in mind, Farah's piece was written May 15th, of 2006. Every cool kid knew back then that it was a bad, bad idea to give away that land- and it turns out they were correct. There's no guessing or hoping anymore, either- making Israel into Swiss Cheese is set in stone as a bad idea. Yet, depressingly, Olmert is still trudging towards that great Mirage of Peace, much like a thirsty traveler in the desert trudges towards a seemingly cool, refreshing spring.



Let's just hope that before Olmert reaches that mirage, and mortally wounds Israel, he comes to the realization that it is actually a deathly, miserable cactus.

Hey Kev, If There Are Two Cow Heads...

"...then wouldn't there also be two cow bodies?"

Excellent question. In fact, the answer is yes. There are two dead cow bodies in the freezers.

Yes, plural. We have two stand-up freezers. To hold all the beef. Find pictures on my Mom's blog, I don't have much time for this post- I have to watch X-Files in 13 minutes!

The meat is tough, and tastes...whats the word...bland. It doesn't even taste like beef! It tastes more like...like...like round steak cooked until it's overdone. Apparently, the Sirloin Steaks are the only ones which are any good. They are alright, but even chicken, the apple of the meat world, tastes fantastic compared.

The hamburger has bone in it (about one piece every 5 pounds, which is still terrible), as well as liberal amounts of gristle- about 5 pieces every pound. Terrible. The last meat had NO BONES, and gristle about 1 piece every 5-6 pounds.



I am out of my depressive slump. Which is good. However, apparently, we're out of vegetables. There's three pounds of Spinach, which is about 5 ounces drained (Sorry I had to ^^), and that's enough for Spinach and Noodle Casserole. But I don't want to make that.

Today we will have rotting broccoli (at least, they will, I will be having sauteed eggplant, made with love), which is rotting- and bitter. Also, we will have butterfried chicken- did I mention the broccoli is going to be bitter? I am going to start making a load of vegetables if these fools like it or not- bitter ones, if need be.
Just...a bad day to start. Or...rather...a bitter day to start. See, instead of doing it the natural way, and making zucchini and eggplant, my Mom felt the demonic urge to STEAM the zucchini. So now we have steamed, bitter zucchini in the fridge.


Did I mention the broccoli is gonna be bitter?

1:58. X-Files time. Hehehe.

A Few Things, Pay Attention, Lend Ear

Okay, first off, I'm making fun progress on TA. I am writing the script now, actually. It's very much fun- I actually am doing something concrete. I think quite often of what I've written, and find ways to improve it. I'm to the point now where Ness is going to buy Jayme and Dan some clothes. So, she's going to get them shirts which say,

Jayme: My Other Shirt Is Back In My Jail Cell (on the back): I Left In A Hurry

And for Dan: I Was A Combat Explosives Trainee... (on the back): Back Before I Blew Up The School. (with a lit stick of dynamite)

I like them. There's going to be a store which sells stuff like this, and has designers on hand. Ness will have a type of unlimited credit card for buying stuff. I'm still having trouble bonding them.

One line I came up with, which I am sure is inspired by God himself, as I had no idea I was typing it, was when I made a parallel between Ness and Moses (seriously, it was awesome). It works well. I really like it. But somehow, they need to make enough of an impression on Ness for her to decide to team with them.

Loosely, the story is, she gets the clearance to arm herself due to her extraordinary powers, and feels led to, you know, do Ness-stuff until something falls into her lap. Then she meets Jayme and Dan, and they all hang out for a while. I am not sure how long, but at least a day- probably more like a week. All the while, there's a manhunt on for Jayme and Dan. Hmm, actually.


After a tad of research, the ExpressPay, and PayPass systems use RFID transmitters instead of the magnetic strip. I don't know how much I would want RFID in TA. I do, however, want instant pay cards.






Second Here is the festering, maggot infested tag of Things I Hate, I told my parents, "Get rid of the cow heads. Bury them. Why did you even get them?"

I don't like to think that I am smarter than my parents. However, I do think certain things through viciously, and, despite myself, I am brilliant, and sharp as a tack.

So when I say something, I expect to be listened to. Heeded, even. It makes sense. Like when I say, "stop scratching the cutting board, what's your problem, you freak?"

Anyone would expect to common courtesy of being listened to. Heeded, even. Much as when I passionately argued against getting two bucks. My Mom even knew I was right, in fact, she had already considered that. However, her love and adoration of goats with balls (apparently--- why else have a total of three of them?) overrided her common sense. I snapped her out of it, and now we saved about $27k in goat costs. I practically made us $27,000 in minutes. Yet, am I heeded?

NO!

"Don't put the cow heads out there." is all I said. I didn't, I mean, I wasn't mean. I didn't brandish a baseball bat, or threaten a soda can in a sock. I just expected to be respected. ExReed.

But NO!

"Oh, I WANT THE COW SKULLS!" my Dad said. Like that's so innocent, and pure.


That's about as innocent as, I don't know, rape.

And that's about as pure as, I don't know, rape.


"Why the hell?" I said. "The horns fall off and everything, they're crap."

"I WANT THEM TO EAT SALAD ON" is the basis of his response. And now, they're out there. A severed head. Rotting. Soon, drug onto the porch, where we can accidentally trip on them, or worse, onto them.

The eyes? The eyes are most likely drying out like raisins. HOW SEXY.

Yeah, NO. I actually saw them out there- both of them- in the sun. It is at least 107 degrees out there. How warm, mmm. ...oh, right. Let me explain. It's cold in here. Very cold. I am desiring warmness, and right now 107 degrees for a few minutes doesn't sound so bad. Sure, I will die, and I'll have to avoid the cow heads, but still.

News flash: I have a new food interest. It is grape leaves. Stuffed grape leaves, actually. Yet I cannot force myself to eat them (they came from a can), despite the Cucumber Dill sauce I made for them, due to the cow heads. I can't do it. I respectfully am not going outside until the cow heads are in a dumpster.






Three, I am going to write a letter to Les Feldick. He is going to die soon I have been meaning to. I don't know what I'm going to say. I am going to write a HUGE letter, much like an unrefined blog post, then refined it until it's a page or so long. Maybe two pages. I will also be sending him a donation, and also, my Mom will be taking the $20 for KLove out of this weeks pay. Isn't that right, Mom?

I just need some things sorted out, and I am hoping he can help. If he can't, I'll find someone else. Maybe a pastor in Sedona...I am not sure if anything came today, although a little birdy told me that probably The People Under The Stairs came. Edit: THAT LYING BIRDY!

I GOT THAT GENDERLESS MOONCALF!

Ohh, today was a most fine day! I got me a genderless mooncalf! I hate that damned thing! But I'm getting ahead of myself.


Today surprisingly I got water. With my Dad, in fact. Also, I got hay. It was fun! We took Little J, our dog, the only dog who can stay inside whenever he wants. Hannah can also. The other three are yard dogs. We got ten bales. And two loads of water, I should only have to get three loads this week. (does an "unmasked Midna smile")


Also, we've decided, or, by 'we,' I mean 'my Dad has realized,' that working on the weekend is pretty much dead end. My Mom wants to cut my pay. I'm making about $5 an hour as it is. She'll prolly want to cut me down to $2.50. So, I make $80 a week normally, and another $20 when they leave to work on the weekend. Then I get $20 from the neighbor for the water, so I can buy a little under a Nintendo DS Lite each week. It's wearing on me though, and I am looking forward to being cash strapped again. Currently, I am halfway to being mugged.


I also made doughnuts. Yes, I made them with yeast! And oil! And they didn't turn out quite as good as my Mom's do. I made a little over a dozen...and glazed them. There were some cops outside of our gate chatting, so I made them as a joke. You know, incase they wanted to search our house, we could offer them some doughnuts to...leave us be, hehehe.


We had chili for dinner. Well, my parents did. I don't enjoy chili. I enjoy beans. I love them! Chili, that just makes me sick! Damn nasty chili. Eeehwhe (shudders)


I decided the stress factor here is due to the goats. Every single day, when my parents are on their way home, they're all happy, right? Then they get home and they're in a HORRIBLE IRRITABLE MOOD!

Then, on the weekends, they're fine until milking time, when they TRANSFORM INTO GOATMILKINGTON SUE AND ARNY! OH MY GOSH!


That's what I'll call them. Sue and Arny the goat milkers. I'll say stuff like, "heh heh heh there goes Sue and Arny, huh, Matt?" And he'll be like, "yeah, there goes sue, there goes arny, I wonder if they're gonna milk?" and I'll be like, "Welll what else they ever do?!?!11/" and we'll both laugh. Ahhh, good times. Good times...that...haven't happened yet..



The greatest part about today is that...tomorrow...WALKER, TEXAS RANGER'S TIME SCHEDULE RETURNS TO NORMAL! That being, 5 AM to 9 AM, 4 PM to 6 PM, and 10 PM to Midnight! That's right, eight hours of hard-hitting Texas Justice EACH DAY! AAAAAHHHHWWWWAAAAAAAAAA (voice breaks) aaaaaaaaaahahah (coughing)

Sorry...so, I told you before about that damn Pokemon named Mesprit, right? Runs like a tail-turning follybird? Well, it's genderless, and it's a damn MOONCALFY FREAK JELLYPANTS!! THAT'S RIGHT! IT WEARS JELLY AS PANTS! As in, you know, like, ...jelly legs. Like...feelers. You know what I mean!!!


This all started back when I got the ability to go underground in the game. I saw, "wi-fi," and I walked away. It turns out, it's only local wi-fi, meaning, if I had someone next to me, we could play together...not as in Nintendo Wi-Fi connection. So blah on me, I could have done lots better. Aanyways, I then discovered I could use the Heart Scale to pay the move learner! OH MY GOSH! You see...



...have I told you about Roselia? I didn't evolve her until she was past learning some great moves, so I missed out. But the move re-learner can...y'know, re-learn those moves! OH ME OH MIY! So, I desperately searched for some aid in capturing that fiendish Mesprit, that wenchy jerkward!...and, sure enough, Roselia could learn GrassWhistle, which puts things to sleep. So, after ...like 8+ hours of off and on Walker, Texas Ranger and desperately trying for Mesprit, I put it to sleep, and...it ran. IT WAS ASWEAP AND IT STILL RUNNED ><

But then, I caught it the very next time I saw it with the first Quick Ball. After I had used 20+ of those and 15+ of others with only two close shots. I caught Azelf with one quick ball, for the records. But oh, imagine my joy, when:

Gotcha!
Mesprit was caught!

Oh, joy joy joy. Well I'm not that happy. Moreso relieved! Now I can go after Uxie, and then go try to complete my Pokedex...then go face off against that jerk Ralph. He's my rival. I named him that so I can call him (offensively) "Raaaaaalphy!"...yeah. And, by the way, for the log book...yesterday I beat the Elite Four, and it was tough. Took me three hours. Or so...man. Then I got to the battle tower, and I can get- get this- in half an hour, 30k worth of stuff. I get 30k worth of stuff in 10 minutes when I farm the rich kids! This is madness! You're all CRAZY!

On Battery Power: A Kevinsky (fails to) Plot Post

Yes, it's battery power time. Which means...hold up, lemme lower the juice flow into this mad dog screen ya'wazz's.

Awright. It's a bit hard to see, but the battery will last longer. I always do lots of research for my posts; I would finish a post in about 25 minutes, but I do tons of fact-checking...usually 2.5 hours worth. Go figure.

So, my Mom and Dad got me a book by Tim LaHaye. Tim LaHaye I like. Jerry B. Jenkins...man, my left arm hurts. Hard to type kinda...anyways...Jerry B. Jenkins wrote the Left Behind series. I know HE wrote it because if Tim LaHaye would have wrote it, he would have called it Left BeHind.

If you don't get that joke, I suggest a reactive fusion reverse humorologist visit. Because most likely, you are stupid. Like, Tim LaHaye. The 'H' in LaHaye is capitalized. So the 'h' in Left Behind would be capitalized too if he got his way. Nevermind, you ruined it already. Just for that, I am going to drink a warm Sparkling Water. Eww, yuck. Here goes. You jerk.


Man. It's like sand paper. So ...what's the word...coarse. So coarse...so, the book is...

...here is a link to a Flash I made. All I really did was just type in what the book says. You know, like, on the back, and in the preface.

So, being presented with this (it had perforations so they could tear it out easily, and the back panel was one big sticker that could be removed, revealing an inspirational message!), I wasn't quite sure just what to think. It seems my parents followed the advice, too.

"Wow Kev, we are certainly sorry we had to go to get kidney-stone dissolvants due to the goat which has 'sand' stuck in there! We care about you very much!"

I'm like, I was JUST half-way through reading the last bit there.

"Yes, you are a great son- that is most definitely for sure!"

Then I started going along with it. Now I am the one who holds the cards. Mwahah--- AWW MAN! I didn't get any plotting done! Sheesh. I'm gonna have nightmares now. Aw man, it's even midnight- the night of midness which is the ripest for formulationating bad dreams. However, I have good ideas in dreams. Like that one store. Coolest convenience store-slash-cafe ever.


...I sure do wish I got a chance to plot. I'm too tired now...I spent five-and-a-half hours on this post. You should check out GodTube.com, it's like YouTube, but Christian. Not quite sure how they'll keep the kuffars off of it...a kuffar is an unbeliever. That's what Muslims call them. Kuffa, kaffur, they aren't sure how to spell it. So, a kuffar (coo-far) is an unbeliever in (muslim).


Remember earlier I said they (parents) had to go get a kidney-stone dissolvant? Well, it's for our herd buck. He is the one who gets the does pregnant when we want them to start producing milk again. He had uhh...well...he...can't really perform his duty. At this time.

Also, he cannot pee. He will die tomorrow, and I will dig his grave. Also, I will drag him to it, and throw him into it, and cover him up.

He could be dead right now, I don't know...poor guy. If I was a real evil bastard, I would go out there and pee next to his pen just to (snickering) "piss" him off. (rolls over laughing)



Hey, I just discovered it was April Fools day. Weird, I didn't get pranked. Or maybe the book WAS the prank. Or maybe the buck is really alright, and God was just playing a prank on us. Hmm.




...I am shoe-shopping online. I want some classical, lame-looking shoes. They have to be leather and look kind of dressy. I think I have my sights on a certain pair...you see, my feet, they're like, size 14. I am actually wearing size 16's at the moment (they fit well, but are falling apart, and I don't like them). I have had these for ...like, three years. Got them at a yard sale...they're like... eww, they're basketball shoes. I ...ew. Basketball, football, hockey...now, Curling, there is where it's at. Awesome. However I still would not waste my life on curling. I prefer to waste my life doing nothing really.



Goodnight, tomorrow we see if the buck lives or not. I bet I will have to shoot him...damn ... shoot ... goat. I think I might watch Resident Evil tomorrow. I will take notes and report back...if I do watch Resident Evil, that is. Busy busy busy day...



Kevinsky spent six hours, twenty minutes preparing this post, and did not rely on battery power, and did not get any plotting done.

Vindicated

Well, on March 29th I was ranting and raving about The O'Reilly Factor and the repeatedly repeated and zoomed-in videos and photos.

Today on his show (my Dad watches it-- I certainly was not taping it) O'Reilly apologized for it and claimed it was a mistake- at least the whole 'repeating' part.

Now, I won't assert that O'Reilly is a liar (I don't hate O'Reilly, and I am a Republican, so I don't have a reason to hate)...but I will assert that his crew fully intended that all to happen. That does NOT happen on accident. If you saw it, you would wholly agree. These guys do this for a living, keeping the images on our screen there 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. And they're really, really good at it. So it was not a mistake. Maybe a misunderstanding, not a mistake.


I would be alot happier if he would have...like...if he at the VERY least meant it. Or had more viewer mail on it. All it seemed to me he said was "Hah hah hah oh well!" in passing. Like we're just SO ridiculous...not particularly good for the fans.


I'll forgive him though. How could you stay mad at a face like that?

Men are pigs: Let me clear this up.

Welcome the "In My Opinion" tag. I might abandon it, but I think I could use it as I have uh... you know... opinions on stuff...



Today I happened across an article on World Net Daily. The title of the article is "Men are pigs", by J.R. Nyquist.

I thought, "Wow, this'll be good." You may have, haha, of COURSE you have heard me refer to men as pigs. I always thought that that meant what it meant. Men - are - pigs. Filthy, disgusting animals (mostly in the- uhh, you know what I mean). But apparently, it means more. It means that men are, literally, pigs - as in, greedy, power-hungry swine. I don't think I agree with that.

When I hear the phrase "Men are pigs," I think well, that's true. Can you deny it?

And why can you not deny it? Out of fear? No, of course not. There is nothing to fear in that case, except that...well, you're going to be met with opposition because you're mostly wrong, as:

I'm not talking about all men, most assuredly not. For instance, my Dad, he's only a quarter-pig. Me, I don't know. I am very judgemental of myself (in a VERY beneficial way, I think), but I don't know if I consider myself a pig. Weird that. I usually have an opinion on everything I do. It's like I have a little friend with me who always tells the truth. I think it's called an Opinionated Conscience.

I KNOW my brother is a pig- you should see him slobbering, with his tongue hanging out (he does not make this hard to see) anytime he sees a girl over the age of seven.

I choose the age of seven when making this up about my brother because seven is the age that Mohammed married that one girl at (he was 60+). So I nickname my brother Muhammed. I am a Christian, not a Muslim. Brother really does do this to women, just not sure how young. The pig!


I guess I consider a pig to be someone who parties. Gets drunk, does drugs. Hangs with the wrong crowds, has no respect for women. Prejudice, bigoted - an all-around worthless individual. What the hell do you think of when you hear "Men are Pigs?" That what, "damn those men for being in control of everything- let's behead them"? No no, you're wrong. That's just feminist propaganda there.


Lemme reiterate, I don't hate myself. I don't hate men in particular: it's just true of ALOT of men. It's true of women, too.

For example. A man cheats on his girlfriend, what do we call him? Well, we call him a cheating pig.

Now, a mayor, who runs his city very well. What do we call him? No no, you're wrong. We call him an upstanding citizen, not a pig for reigning over the oppressed women of his city. Get that out of your head if you're thinking that.

A mom, has a family, and takes care of them. Doesn't matter if she takes care of them by working in home or has a job (working at home is harder than holding a job, truth be told). But she does it because it's her duty as a human- I suppose this could be either a man or a woman. So what do we call this person? An upstanding citizen and good parent. Now, add to this aforementioned situation alcohol addiction and someone getting beaten regularly. What do we have? Well, someone in that picture is a pig.

Now, a prostitute. Gives a bad name to women everywhere. Breaks families apart. What do we call her? A whore. Whore is sometimes the feminine form of the word pig. In my opinion of course.

Then, why does my opinion matter? Well, it's my belief- my opinion- that my opinion is correct. Elsewise I could not have the opinion in the first place. Mostly my opinion matters because that is the way I use the phrase. I'm not suggesting men have empirical rule over women and oppress them, and women who do are just as silly as the black folk who think that the white man has them down. So the next time I mention that men are pigs, know that I'm not a self-hating fool who believes men are keeping women down. Just that alot of men are horrible people.



Just wanted to clear that up.

The Small Farm Post

Edited and updated Saturday, June 16th, 2007




This is the festering, maggot infested tag of Things I Hate We got the meat from #13 (the cow I dislike, pictured left) yesterday. It tastes like store-bought meat, but my mom doesn't think so. We will see when we have the hamburger.

We got 231 pounds total. 60 pounds of hamburger; I've got some thawing out, so we'll prolly have it for dinner tonight. Let's hope it doesn't have bones in it.






My parents...they live in a fantasy world. It's my job to crush and shatter their dreams, put simply. Their dreams can be best described as "quixotic," and they worship worthless objects, especially inanimate ones. I, on the other hand, have a phobia of filth and worthless things, and did I mention filth? Needless to say, I enjoy a clean house, they enjoy filling up a clean house with worthless things, there are two different mindsets, and I'm outnumbered.

They're coming around, though. It's silly watching them agonize over the filth. Their mental problem does not allow them to see what the cause is- they think stuff just "warps" in here, I suppose- they can't recall they bring it in.


Also, I've been a long-time supporter of not wasting money (and time). Anything you do on a 'small farm' loses you money. Let me rattle off a few of the features of our 'small farm' life.

1. Raising chickens costs $30 a week on food and you make, if they produce their max, and people buy the eggs from you, $20. It takes about 20 minutes a day to feed/water/clean their eggs/sell the eggs. So you're not really making your time's worth. I mean, you know, you get to pay $10 a week to work two hours in a nasty chicken pen.
2. We have 14 goats, and only 5 produce milk.

Needless to say, feeding 10 goats to let them live off of us parasitically isn't the way to run an efficient business. My plan is to get the next generation of milkers in, cutting off (the heads of) Little Stupid, Z, and Dall. Lighty and Moze can stay.

The problem is, our four current milkers all have problems.

1. Moze loves kicking the bucket, and doesn't currently give enough milk. Saving Grace: Has huge teats, and her teats remind me of arm cannons. POW!
   
2. Dall is a bad goat from a band of gypsy Satan worshipers which cursed her. Cull because: has a disease making her milk undrinkable
   
3. Little StupidCullBecause: takes five times as long to milk as the others, due to her extremely small teats. Also, her teeth are in horrific condition, and her coat is in shambles. No goat in the herd likes her. She is apparently a "purebred," I don't believe that for a second.
   
4. Z has a disease
5. Lighty is a total dweeb. Saving Grace: Fair-sized teats, doesn't kick the bucket too often, possibility of throwing spots
   

I don't like slaughtering goats, and I don't like their meat. They're such gross animals...like eating, I don't know, like eating cockroaches. The meat makes your stomach hurt and stuff. My uncle says it goes great in stir-fry.


...my Mom says I have a demon. I don't know...I mean, is there a reason to like those goats? My parents, they're like, let's see...they're like drug addicts talking about the bad points of marijuana:

"Oh, it's uh, too expensive, man. Dude. Marijuana is safe in every way!!!" is the best anti-drug statement they (druggies) can put together.

The fact she doesn't realize, is that I must be the balancer. My parents love animals with all the inferno of a hundred thousand white-hot, glowing suns, and I, eh. I don't hate animals, I just don't have a psychological disease that causes intense, burning, somewhat creepy love for them.




Song of the Day is Name Above All Names by the Newsboys.


Pointless fact of the day, my Mom is REALLY amazed that a lady can't get over being cheated on by her husband five years ago. I guess she's either desensitized to being cheated on, due to being cheated on so much, or hasn't ever been cheated on so can't gauge how hard it'd be to get over.

Wouldn't having somebody cheat on you really, really mess you up? I mean, the kids, the banshees haunting the kids' treehouse...the extended family. The car.


Anyways, it's time to go to work on the kitchen, which is totaled AGAIN. I don't know why, but there's two bags of defrosted tater tots on the counter.


Kill me now.

Welcome the Wii

Post split-created from Zelda: Twilight Princess on Sunday, July 8th, 2007




On Friday, December 22nd, 2006, my Mom went shopping. She managed to find a Wii from Gamecrazy, at 2:30 or so PM, while 5 other people were in the store. She got:

Nintendo Wii Game System, with bonus Wii Sports disc
The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
Dragon Ball Z: Budokai Tenkaichi 2
Call of Duty III (though I've never played a CoD game before)
Extra Wii Remote
Two Nunchuk attachments
Two Classic Controllers (future-proof), and
$78 in tax and warranty.

It came up to $597 total. And I still need an SD card. $12.99+S&H for a 2 GB...I will trade her one of her cards for the 2 GB card. Our camera needs more storage more than the Wii right now, right?

According to Nintendo:
"Important Note: If you are using rechargeable batteries, the only type of battery recommended are Nickel Metal Hydride batteries. When it comes to using rechargeable batteries, you must follow manufacturer guidelines for safety and proper usage. Failure to do so could cause damage to the Wii Remote and void the warranty."

We had some rechargable NiMH AA's laying around, so we're gonna use those in the Wiimotes. Oh boy, they're gonna get heavier. THANKS A LOT, GOD!


That isn't to say that they're too heavy right now. I've read consistently that the Nintendo Gamecube controller is the most ergonomically comfortable controller on the market (possibly not the most functional). I assume this is true, because I've never seen anyone challenge it.

However, the Wii Remote just completely blows any traditional paddle out of the water. Get it? Paddle? Water? Hah, boating humor. Anyhoo, do you have any idea how comfortable it is being able to have your arms spread a little bit whilst laying at an angle playing video games?

Very comfortable. Plus, the Wii Remote feels fantastic in your hand. The Nunchuk attachment as well. I am disappointed by the Classic Controller's two analog sticks- they're so far to the bottom...I don't know, they would be better placed in the middle of the controller, or maybe I'm just not used to the controller. It seems too slippery for the analog sticks to be so far to the bottom.