Happy 4th of July everybody!
I'm hoping everyone else had a very entertaining and very wonderful/food filled 4th of July! Even if it wasn't food filled, I still hope all of you had fun!
I've been really busy working lately and it's been hard to keep in contact with people/do something fun. Sarah messages me every now and then and we go out, but other than that after working all day I just feel drained. It makes me not want to do anything but lie down and sleep/internet. However, usually when people invite me to go places I'll go and have fun because it beats sitting around all day. Even going to the grocery store with my sister, which actually was really entertaining.
Anyway, these past two weeks Richard, Lauren's best friend since like grammar school, came down to visit from England with his boyfriend Ashley. Richard and Ashley were pretty busy visiting a lot of the sites, going to places like DC and New York. They were having a lot of fun and eventually made their way here, staying at Lauren's place for a few days. Although, working 9 to 5 made it hard for me to go over to hang out with everyone.
I did eventually get a call from Lauren asking if I had plans for the 4th. I did not, so she invited me over to hang out and do fireworks later in the day. We were going to hang out during the weekend, but I was busy almost every day, so nothing ended up happening. It sounded like they were having a lot of fun too.
I got to see everyone on the 4th, which was a lot of fun. It consisted of racing Lauren's sister (also named Sarah, but she will be Lauren's Sister so there is no confusion), going to the grocery store, just hanging around, fireworks and the beach; and ending with a nice trip to the diner.
Overall, not a bad 4th of July.
Though I must say that Ashley was incredibly entertaining. He fit right into our group perfectly, especially since he is so witty. It was also really nice to see Richard again, as his crazy antics were missed. Especially when before the fireworks he started singing every national anthem he could think of, including our own, England's, France's and I think two others.
I'm so tired though. I didn't really sleep the night before and I didn't get home till 12:30. Sarah has it worse though, since she had to drive me home and then drive herself back to her house (around 20 minutes from me.
Still, a very awesome 4th of July.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Rocko's Modern Life: Way More Relatabable (and way Stranger) as an Adult
So lately I've been going onto Netflix and watching old cartoon shows that I loved as a kid. I'd spent a lot of time watching Hey Arnold! and recently decided to watch Rocko's Modern Life. I really loved the show as a kid and it had been a long time since I last saw it.
How on earth did they let this show on television.
I know when a lot of people talk about disturbing old cartoons, you usually think of Ren and Stimpy. Of course, that show was way more in-your-face about it. Rocko, however, is a bit more subtle.
And really damn good at it.
I got through the first two episodes without anything truely odd. I mean, besides Rocko accidentally falling into a large hippo lady's cleavage and then getting thrown into a wall. Things just kind of got stranger from there.
Episode 3: Rocko's Happy Sack is about him having no money and no food. He also only has $3. He find a sale where everything is 99% off. Of course, being a poor college student I was able to relate to how he was feeling, especially when it's toward the end of a semester and I have to start rationing everything I do. The episode ends with him getting a shit ton of food for $1.50 and then as he leaves, he drives over a speed bump that opens his trunk, spilling out all his food for the week. I thought it was hilarious.
Let's go on to "Episode 3: Flu-En-U-Enza." This is where shit got really strange. In this episode, Rocko gets sick and goes to see the doctor. Starting off, the Dr. is named "Dr. Bendova." That gave me a good laugh, but then I noticed something odd in the background.
Do you see it? Look at the eye chart. At first I just assumed it was another normal eye chart. However, noticing it not having the giant "E" I started to look at it, and noticed it formed words. "I am a prisoner in the crazy doc's broom closet." Then you get a look at the rest of the office.
Notice the bottom left corner. There were two other brain jars, the first saying "Normal" the second being "Abnormal" and this one, saying "Lunch." On top of that, there is the bloody "work" table.
I want to point that out more than anything. The BLOODY work bench, and the blood drenched cleaver on the wall. I heard Invader Zim got grief for the "Bloody Gir" images, but they allowed this? "Oh, it's just ketchup." "Oh okay, carry on then." Though the next two parts really got me. The doctor performs some tests, testing Rocko's heartbeat by putting his hand on his head, and then looking at his clock that is running in reverse, looking at his eye and then feeling up his tongue. However, then this happens.
The Doctor's hand shoots down into Rocko's crotch and he tells Rocko to cough. Any male who's been to do the doctor knows where his hand is currently. He does this several times, but Rocko gets really angry and he finally stops. He gives him a prescription and Rocko gets to go on his merry way.
But not before this happens.
Refer to the Doctor's name to get some emphasis on this scene.
In the end, it turns out the dude wasn't even a doctor. He was a crackpot the nurse had strapped down somewhere (which you realize when the nurse walks in after Rocko leaves, saying "You again? I thought I strapped you down!" To which the "doctor" replies by playing his tongue like a banjo).
So Rocko gets violated by an insane asylum escapee. Wonderful.
Things kind of get stranger after that.
Rocko picks up his medicine and then goes home to take it. He pulls out this MASSIVE pill, which he promptly swallows, only to find out there is a message on the bottle saying "Do not take orally."
Queue the Professor's, "Good news! It's a suppository!" (Futurama. Episode: "The Deep South")
Rocko proceeds to start freaking out, running down the hallway that is warping and twisting before him, before throwing up in the bathroom. At this point, while praying to the porcelain gods, three chunks of food jump out of the toilet, calling them selves "The Enchanted Up-Chucks!"
Rocko begins to rub his eyes while shouting "I'M SICK! I'M SICK! I'M SICK!" They end up curing him towards the end, but damn. This was one strange episode. Rape, false doctoring, and hallucination. What a wonderful children's show.
Of course, things only got worse as I went to look up stills of the scenes I wanted online, as google search auto filled in "Rocko's Modern Life Hidden Messages." Of course I searched it and clicked on one of the links.
Here it is for your own amusement.
Basically, there are dozens of masturbation jokes, vagina references and a LOT of hilarious adult content. I'm having way more fun watching this show now then as a kid.
I do want to point one thing out though. A lot of shows nowadays blow chunks. I mean, sure, some of them are really funny, but usually only for a short while. Mostly because the station will show one or two episodes over and over until they run it so far into the ground that you never want to see it again, but also because the humour is right in front of you and is only good for one or two laughs every now and then. I mean "Adventure Time" is sort of entertaining, but it's yet to really grasp me. On top of that, the only other cartoon I really watch is Avatar, and that doesn't entirely count because it's more of a plot driven entity, rather then Episode by Episode. It also has a lot of kick-ass action scenes and very well developed and lovable characters.
What I'm trying to say is:
AMERICA, Y U NO MAKE GOOD CARTOONS ANYMORE?
How on earth did they let this show on television.
I know when a lot of people talk about disturbing old cartoons, you usually think of Ren and Stimpy. Of course, that show was way more in-your-face about it. Rocko, however, is a bit more subtle.
And really damn good at it.
I got through the first two episodes without anything truely odd. I mean, besides Rocko accidentally falling into a large hippo lady's cleavage and then getting thrown into a wall. Things just kind of got stranger from there.
Episode 3: Rocko's Happy Sack is about him having no money and no food. He also only has $3. He find a sale where everything is 99% off. Of course, being a poor college student I was able to relate to how he was feeling, especially when it's toward the end of a semester and I have to start rationing everything I do. The episode ends with him getting a shit ton of food for $1.50 and then as he leaves, he drives over a speed bump that opens his trunk, spilling out all his food for the week. I thought it was hilarious.
Let's go on to "Episode 3: Flu-En-U-Enza." This is where shit got really strange. In this episode, Rocko gets sick and goes to see the doctor. Starting off, the Dr. is named "Dr. Bendova." That gave me a good laugh, but then I noticed something odd in the background.
I want to point that out more than anything. The BLOODY work bench, and the blood drenched cleaver on the wall. I heard Invader Zim got grief for the "Bloody Gir" images, but they allowed this? "Oh, it's just ketchup." "Oh okay, carry on then." Though the next two parts really got me. The doctor performs some tests, testing Rocko's heartbeat by putting his hand on his head, and then looking at his clock that is running in reverse, looking at his eye and then feeling up his tongue. However, then this happens.
The Doctor's hand shoots down into Rocko's crotch and he tells Rocko to cough. Any male who's been to do the doctor knows where his hand is currently. He does this several times, but Rocko gets really angry and he finally stops. He gives him a prescription and Rocko gets to go on his merry way.
But not before this happens.
In the end, it turns out the dude wasn't even a doctor. He was a crackpot the nurse had strapped down somewhere (which you realize when the nurse walks in after Rocko leaves, saying "You again? I thought I strapped you down!" To which the "doctor" replies by playing his tongue like a banjo).
So Rocko gets violated by an insane asylum escapee. Wonderful.
Things kind of get stranger after that.
Rocko picks up his medicine and then goes home to take it. He pulls out this MASSIVE pill, which he promptly swallows, only to find out there is a message on the bottle saying "Do not take orally."
Queue the Professor's, "Good news! It's a suppository!" (Futurama. Episode: "The Deep South")
Rocko proceeds to start freaking out, running down the hallway that is warping and twisting before him, before throwing up in the bathroom. At this point, while praying to the porcelain gods, three chunks of food jump out of the toilet, calling them selves "The Enchanted Up-Chucks!"
Rocko begins to rub his eyes while shouting "I'M SICK! I'M SICK! I'M SICK!" They end up curing him towards the end, but damn. This was one strange episode. Rape, false doctoring, and hallucination. What a wonderful children's show.
Of course, things only got worse as I went to look up stills of the scenes I wanted online, as google search auto filled in "Rocko's Modern Life Hidden Messages." Of course I searched it and clicked on one of the links.
Here it is for your own amusement.
Basically, there are dozens of masturbation jokes, vagina references and a LOT of hilarious adult content. I'm having way more fun watching this show now then as a kid.
I do want to point one thing out though. A lot of shows nowadays blow chunks. I mean, sure, some of them are really funny, but usually only for a short while. Mostly because the station will show one or two episodes over and over until they run it so far into the ground that you never want to see it again, but also because the humour is right in front of you and is only good for one or two laughs every now and then. I mean "Adventure Time" is sort of entertaining, but it's yet to really grasp me. On top of that, the only other cartoon I really watch is Avatar, and that doesn't entirely count because it's more of a plot driven entity, rather then Episode by Episode. It also has a lot of kick-ass action scenes and very well developed and lovable characters.
What I'm trying to say is:
AMERICA, Y U NO MAKE GOOD CARTOONS ANYMORE?
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
The Many Accounts of my Car Trying to Kill Me
The first car I ever "owned" was a little Dodge Neon. It was bought by my sister and while she was away at college, I was given the car. Of course, it was officially her car, I just used it to go to school and meet up with friends.
Well, this car was decently used and was pretty old (I don't remember the year) so it had some problems every now and then. It would run for a long time fine, and then suddenly have massive problems. We always fixed them up and things were good as new, but it could be pretty terrifying when you were driving and suddenly your car stopped working...
So, let's start with the first time my car wanted to ruin my life. This is the only one where the car didn't try to kill me. Instead, it left me stranded. My friends and I always hung out late after school, because as Seniors we got last period off and most of my friends either took the bus or were waiting for their rides home. One of these days, my friend Lauren asked if she could have a ride home. I said sure, since she lives pretty close to the school and it's no trouble at all. After the buses left, we walked to my car and I attempt to start the car. I turn the key and...
Nothing.
I tried multiple times, but not a sound. No attempt at all to come to life. Cursing under my breathe, I call my dad to ask him to come save me. Eventually he came with AAA and got my car started, but I was stuck at school for two hours longer than normal. It was pretty upsetting.
That is also the least impressive story.
One time I picked up my friends Mike and Sarah to go hang out at the mall. We were on our way to Milford (one of the nearby cities and it has the best mall) when suddenly I was having trouble turning. It was like the car was RESISTING me trying to turn the wheel. I pull over and tell everyone that the car doesn't want to turn. I then pull back into traffic so I can move onto a side street, and as I turned it took pretty much all my effort just to get over without dying. I pull over on this road and call my dad, telling him my problem. He shows up and then inspects the car. Turns out the power steering belt had just come off at some point during the drive.
Can you believe that? It just popped off like it wasn't important and disappeared into the street. Needless to say we did not make it to the mall. My dad drove the car to his friend's gas station and he fixed it right up. Was very nice of him.
We also get pretty bad snow days in CT every couple of years. On day, we had a really nasty ice/snow storm and the streets were pretty unsafe to drive. My school liked to close down and delay for any excuse they could come up with, so on this morning I expected to see my school's name and get to stay home. Unfortunately, as I watched the news my school's name never showed up. Pissed off, I got ready for school, right before leaving checking the news and internet for my school's name. Nothing. Angry and defeated, I began my slow and very terrifying drive to school.
I eventually made it to school, at which point I got out of my car and saw my friend Ryan walking away from school. She shouted "George, what are you doing here? School's cancelled." I stopped dead in my tracks and shouted "YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!" I then returned to my car and checked my phone. I had two messages, one from my sister and one from my father, telling me school was cancelled. Wonderful, I made it all the way to school in the storm and now had to drive all the way home.
At this point I was freezing, so I get back in my car and turn the heat on. Instead of warm air blasting out, it started shooting out frozen air. I started shivering so hard. I turn off the air entirely and curl up as best as I can as I drove home, going as fast as I could on the slippery roads. Needless to say when I got home I was very, very angry.
I always seem to have bad luck in the school area when it comes to my car. My friend Sarah and I wanted to visit our friend Mike, as it had been a long time since we had seen him. So after school, we started heading over to his house. Right after we pull out of school, all the electronics in my car start going HAYWIRE. Everything is flashing and blinking and the car starts to act really odd (I mean it already is, but now the car itself is). I have no choice but to pull over right next to a busy intersection. I attempt to start the car, and nothing. I try to do anything and nothing. I call my dad and let him know.
He was at work, so it was going to take him a while to get to us. I "put my flashers on" (explained quotes in a moment) and sit idly on the side of the road. Cars start to pull up behind me, so I wave them around me. I tell Sarah they should know what flashers mean and should just go around. Eventually, a security guard for the college we are across from pulls up behind me. I wave for him to go around and he gets out of his car. He asks what's wrong and I tell him my car won't start and that my dad is on the way. He says he'll sit behind so people know to go around.
Me: "Wait. Aren't my flashers on? I put them on when I first pulled over..."
Guard: "Nope, you've got no flashers on. Don't worry though, I'll sit behind you until your dad shows up."
Turns out the battery in my car wasn't working. It would explain why the flashers weren't working, though I will never understand why I thought they would. Eventually my Dad showed up and he sort of jump started the car, but it was in no form to really DO anything, let alone go anywhere, but first we had to move the car. There is a little parking lot slightly up the hill from where the college is. So, what my dad asked me to do, was drive the car INTO the intersection and then go UPHILL in my barely running car. I did as he asked, and the whole time the car kind of "putt putted" it's way up the hill. Looking back it's pretty hilarious to think about, but at that time it was TERRIFYING. The street I was going on was decently busy, and on top of that I was afraid to go fast or slow down, so I just kind of rolled up the street and into the parking lot.
Eventually the tow truck came and took the car away.
Once more, that wasn't even close to the most terrifying of experiences.
My friend Sarah used to live in a little apartment near her college. It was a nice little place and all of us wanted to go and see it. So one day we decided to go. My friends Sarah, Molly, Richard and Lauren all got into my car and we made the 40 or so minute drive to her school/apartment. It was a really nice apartment and decently sized (it ended up not working out so well, as her roommate was impossible to live with). So after exploring the apartment for a short time, we left to go do other things.
Now, in order to get to the College we have to ride down this "highway" called the Merritt Parkway. It's not really a highway when I think about it, but it gets you quickly from point A to point B. We also have to cross under this tunnel. The first time going through, Richard decided to reenact the death of Princess Diana, so he gave everyone roles and when we exited the tunnel we all played dead (except for me because I was driving and didn't feel like risking everyone's lives).
So as we were exiting the tunnel heading back home, my car suddenly doesn't want to shift.
That's right, my car. Not shifting.
On a very busy highway.
Going uphill.
Needless to say, the car got dead quiet (except of course for the car ROARING as it flew up to 6rpm). I have been in situations where the car won't shift before, so I knew what to do. I very calmly take my foot off and on the gas pedal, trying to force it to shift.
Nothing.
We're going uphill and I can't shift to go faster. I'm in a dead set concentration trying to make sure everyone doesn't die. It was a very long minute or so before the car finally decided to shift and we were able to drive safely. Though I'm pretty sure I didn't drive for the rest of the day.
Honestly, I really did love that car. Though I am still uncertain as to how it actually felt about me. Was kind one minute and then a murderer the next...
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A little side story, also car related.
This one time my friend Sarah and I were driving around and on our way to Milford (she was driving her car this time around). We were taking the back roads as she didn't want to ride on the highway. At one point, while dancing and singing along to her music, she hit her steering wheel and it came loose (she kicked the lever that allows you to adjust the steering wheel, causing it to become unlocked and flop around helplessly as she drove).
She immediately started freaking out. She had to hold up the steering wheel as she drove. I told her to look for the lever, but she couldn't find it. We drove for a while, as there was nowhere to stop and finally came across a restaurant that we could pull into. Watching her attempt to turn was absolutely hysterical. She complained the whole time shouting "THIS IS SO AWKWARD," because, frankly, having to hold up your steering wheel as you turn is not an easy task. We parked in the lot and she finally found the lever to fix her steering wheel. Meanwhile, I am laughing my ass off at this point because of all the faces and noises she was making during this whole mildly terrifying encounter.
Was a wonderful little car ride.
Well, this car was decently used and was pretty old (I don't remember the year) so it had some problems every now and then. It would run for a long time fine, and then suddenly have massive problems. We always fixed them up and things were good as new, but it could be pretty terrifying when you were driving and suddenly your car stopped working...
So, let's start with the first time my car wanted to ruin my life. This is the only one where the car didn't try to kill me. Instead, it left me stranded. My friends and I always hung out late after school, because as Seniors we got last period off and most of my friends either took the bus or were waiting for their rides home. One of these days, my friend Lauren asked if she could have a ride home. I said sure, since she lives pretty close to the school and it's no trouble at all. After the buses left, we walked to my car and I attempt to start the car. I turn the key and...
Nothing.
I tried multiple times, but not a sound. No attempt at all to come to life. Cursing under my breathe, I call my dad to ask him to come save me. Eventually he came with AAA and got my car started, but I was stuck at school for two hours longer than normal. It was pretty upsetting.
That is also the least impressive story.
One time I picked up my friends Mike and Sarah to go hang out at the mall. We were on our way to Milford (one of the nearby cities and it has the best mall) when suddenly I was having trouble turning. It was like the car was RESISTING me trying to turn the wheel. I pull over and tell everyone that the car doesn't want to turn. I then pull back into traffic so I can move onto a side street, and as I turned it took pretty much all my effort just to get over without dying. I pull over on this road and call my dad, telling him my problem. He shows up and then inspects the car. Turns out the power steering belt had just come off at some point during the drive.
Can you believe that? It just popped off like it wasn't important and disappeared into the street. Needless to say we did not make it to the mall. My dad drove the car to his friend's gas station and he fixed it right up. Was very nice of him.
We also get pretty bad snow days in CT every couple of years. On day, we had a really nasty ice/snow storm and the streets were pretty unsafe to drive. My school liked to close down and delay for any excuse they could come up with, so on this morning I expected to see my school's name and get to stay home. Unfortunately, as I watched the news my school's name never showed up. Pissed off, I got ready for school, right before leaving checking the news and internet for my school's name. Nothing. Angry and defeated, I began my slow and very terrifying drive to school.
I eventually made it to school, at which point I got out of my car and saw my friend Ryan walking away from school. She shouted "George, what are you doing here? School's cancelled." I stopped dead in my tracks and shouted "YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!" I then returned to my car and checked my phone. I had two messages, one from my sister and one from my father, telling me school was cancelled. Wonderful, I made it all the way to school in the storm and now had to drive all the way home.
At this point I was freezing, so I get back in my car and turn the heat on. Instead of warm air blasting out, it started shooting out frozen air. I started shivering so hard. I turn off the air entirely and curl up as best as I can as I drove home, going as fast as I could on the slippery roads. Needless to say when I got home I was very, very angry.
I always seem to have bad luck in the school area when it comes to my car. My friend Sarah and I wanted to visit our friend Mike, as it had been a long time since we had seen him. So after school, we started heading over to his house. Right after we pull out of school, all the electronics in my car start going HAYWIRE. Everything is flashing and blinking and the car starts to act really odd (I mean it already is, but now the car itself is). I have no choice but to pull over right next to a busy intersection. I attempt to start the car, and nothing. I try to do anything and nothing. I call my dad and let him know.
He was at work, so it was going to take him a while to get to us. I "put my flashers on" (explained quotes in a moment) and sit idly on the side of the road. Cars start to pull up behind me, so I wave them around me. I tell Sarah they should know what flashers mean and should just go around. Eventually, a security guard for the college we are across from pulls up behind me. I wave for him to go around and he gets out of his car. He asks what's wrong and I tell him my car won't start and that my dad is on the way. He says he'll sit behind so people know to go around.
Me: "Wait. Aren't my flashers on? I put them on when I first pulled over..."
Guard: "Nope, you've got no flashers on. Don't worry though, I'll sit behind you until your dad shows up."
Turns out the battery in my car wasn't working. It would explain why the flashers weren't working, though I will never understand why I thought they would. Eventually my Dad showed up and he sort of jump started the car, but it was in no form to really DO anything, let alone go anywhere, but first we had to move the car. There is a little parking lot slightly up the hill from where the college is. So, what my dad asked me to do, was drive the car INTO the intersection and then go UPHILL in my barely running car. I did as he asked, and the whole time the car kind of "putt putted" it's way up the hill. Looking back it's pretty hilarious to think about, but at that time it was TERRIFYING. The street I was going on was decently busy, and on top of that I was afraid to go fast or slow down, so I just kind of rolled up the street and into the parking lot.
Eventually the tow truck came and took the car away.
Once more, that wasn't even close to the most terrifying of experiences.
My friend Sarah used to live in a little apartment near her college. It was a nice little place and all of us wanted to go and see it. So one day we decided to go. My friends Sarah, Molly, Richard and Lauren all got into my car and we made the 40 or so minute drive to her school/apartment. It was a really nice apartment and decently sized (it ended up not working out so well, as her roommate was impossible to live with). So after exploring the apartment for a short time, we left to go do other things.
Now, in order to get to the College we have to ride down this "highway" called the Merritt Parkway. It's not really a highway when I think about it, but it gets you quickly from point A to point B. We also have to cross under this tunnel. The first time going through, Richard decided to reenact the death of Princess Diana, so he gave everyone roles and when we exited the tunnel we all played dead (except for me because I was driving and didn't feel like risking everyone's lives).
So as we were exiting the tunnel heading back home, my car suddenly doesn't want to shift.
That's right, my car. Not shifting.
On a very busy highway.
Going uphill.
Needless to say, the car got dead quiet (except of course for the car ROARING as it flew up to 6rpm). I have been in situations where the car won't shift before, so I knew what to do. I very calmly take my foot off and on the gas pedal, trying to force it to shift.
Nothing.
We're going uphill and I can't shift to go faster. I'm in a dead set concentration trying to make sure everyone doesn't die. It was a very long minute or so before the car finally decided to shift and we were able to drive safely. Though I'm pretty sure I didn't drive for the rest of the day.
Honestly, I really did love that car. Though I am still uncertain as to how it actually felt about me. Was kind one minute and then a murderer the next...
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A little side story, also car related.
This one time my friend Sarah and I were driving around and on our way to Milford (she was driving her car this time around). We were taking the back roads as she didn't want to ride on the highway. At one point, while dancing and singing along to her music, she hit her steering wheel and it came loose (she kicked the lever that allows you to adjust the steering wheel, causing it to become unlocked and flop around helplessly as she drove).
She immediately started freaking out. She had to hold up the steering wheel as she drove. I told her to look for the lever, but she couldn't find it. We drove for a while, as there was nowhere to stop and finally came across a restaurant that we could pull into. Watching her attempt to turn was absolutely hysterical. She complained the whole time shouting "THIS IS SO AWKWARD," because, frankly, having to hold up your steering wheel as you turn is not an easy task. We parked in the lot and she finally found the lever to fix her steering wheel. Meanwhile, I am laughing my ass off at this point because of all the faces and noises she was making during this whole mildly terrifying encounter.
Was a wonderful little car ride.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Nostalgia
So, for starters, today at work I got to create a Twitter account for my dad. That's right, a Twitter account. For my father.
It was probably a lot more entertaining then it should have been.
Basically, he is going to use it for business meetings and while he is at trade shows. It's not a bad idea, considering my dad WANTS people to know where is he and to let them know that he is all over the place. Still, it's just funny to think about.
Then, later today, I was surfing through the channels when I suddenly came across Spice World. I actually stopped for a moment. It had been so long since I had seen this movie and I was really surprised to see it on TV. I mean, Spice World? Hello 90's! Nice to see you again. Of course, I put it on immediately and watched the whole thing. It also helped me remember the name of the 5th spice girl (Oh Posh Spice, I could never remember who you were). Then, of course, I started getting flash backs of listening to the Spice Girls long ago and all the memories tied with their songs. It was pretty entertaining.
It also made me feel old.
Older than I feel when I go to bed at 11:30.
Anyway, it was nice to take a ride on the good ol' Nostalgia Express. It was really funny though, because as we were watching my brother went to look on my Music Folder on our shared drive and realized the Spice Girls weren't on there (I haven't transferred all of my music over to it). I have all their music though, so I get to enjoy my nostalgia trip ha ha.
Oh, and then after that came Ferris Bueller's Day Off. It seems to be a pretty good day for movies, though I doubt I'll get another good movie after this one. Oh well, day well spent.
Can I just say that I've felt like an old man lately? I go to sleep before midnight. MIDNIGHT. I used to be up at 2am just for kicks. Now I'm tired at 10pm. What. Is. This.
I blame my work schedule.
It was probably a lot more entertaining then it should have been.
Basically, he is going to use it for business meetings and while he is at trade shows. It's not a bad idea, considering my dad WANTS people to know where is he and to let them know that he is all over the place. Still, it's just funny to think about.
Then, later today, I was surfing through the channels when I suddenly came across Spice World. I actually stopped for a moment. It had been so long since I had seen this movie and I was really surprised to see it on TV. I mean, Spice World? Hello 90's! Nice to see you again. Of course, I put it on immediately and watched the whole thing. It also helped me remember the name of the 5th spice girl (Oh Posh Spice, I could never remember who you were). Then, of course, I started getting flash backs of listening to the Spice Girls long ago and all the memories tied with their songs. It was pretty entertaining.
It also made me feel old.
Older than I feel when I go to bed at 11:30.
Anyway, it was nice to take a ride on the good ol' Nostalgia Express. It was really funny though, because as we were watching my brother went to look on my Music Folder on our shared drive and realized the Spice Girls weren't on there (I haven't transferred all of my music over to it). I have all their music though, so I get to enjoy my nostalgia trip ha ha.
Oh, and then after that came Ferris Bueller's Day Off. It seems to be a pretty good day for movies, though I doubt I'll get another good movie after this one. Oh well, day well spent.
Can I just say that I've felt like an old man lately? I go to sleep before midnight. MIDNIGHT. I used to be up at 2am just for kicks. Now I'm tired at 10pm. What. Is. This.
I blame my work schedule.
Monday, June 6, 2011
8 Ways to Stalk Businesses
I really need to stop saying things like "I'll post again soon" and "I'll post again this week to give you an update." Yeah, because I am totally the kind of person to keep up with this stuff.
ANYWAY, TO THE REAL BLOGGING.
So for work the past couple of days my boss has decided that she wants a Twitter account. Understandable, as Twitter is a great way for people to follow us when we're doing shows, get updates on when we are doing demos and updates for our products. It makes a lot of sense. The fun part is that for a day I was getting paid to be on Facebook and Twitter all day, looking up companies and seeing what they had on their pages. It was probably the best work day ever. In the end, she decided Facebook was too much upkeep and Twitter would be a lot easier to deal with.
So, my company now has a Twitter feed. It's not officially set up yet, as we are still ironing out all the details and getting its page set-up, but so far one of my co-workers is super duper excited about it. I mean really excited about it. My boss was on the phone with her and she was ecstatic about the whole thing. Even my dad wants to start up a Twitter feed for himself. In other words, I'm probably going to have to set-up a company meeting to teach everyone how to use Twitter. How great is that?
This brings us to the title of today's post. As we are all aware, it is really easy to find people on the internet. Then from there, it is really easy to find out a lot of information about them, from what websites they use to where they live. Today, though, my dad sent me a link about social media's in business called "8 Tips for Blogger Outreach." It was an interesting read, but about halfway through the article I sat back and was like, "My god. This entire article is telling me how to stalk people and ninja them into my blog. What the hell." It was all about business blogging and getting companies to guest post on them, but still, he was telling you all these ways to get to know the companies beforehand, so you aren't just shooting them an e-mail out of the blue. It was all clever, but still creepy.
Of course, using the internet to get to know people is nothing new. I mean, it is 2011, and the internet has become part of the core of our society. It's just I always seem to forgot how easy it is for people to hunt you down on the internet. And the more unique the name, the easier it is to find stuff about you. Seriously, ever google yourself or your typical username? Sometimes it's really easy to find all the things you are a part of. Which reminds me of the time George decided to hunt down my Livejournal, and succeeded.
The internet can be really creepy sometimes.
ANYWAY, TO THE REAL BLOGGING.
So for work the past couple of days my boss has decided that she wants a Twitter account. Understandable, as Twitter is a great way for people to follow us when we're doing shows, get updates on when we are doing demos and updates for our products. It makes a lot of sense. The fun part is that for a day I was getting paid to be on Facebook and Twitter all day, looking up companies and seeing what they had on their pages. It was probably the best work day ever. In the end, she decided Facebook was too much upkeep and Twitter would be a lot easier to deal with.
So, my company now has a Twitter feed. It's not officially set up yet, as we are still ironing out all the details and getting its page set-up, but so far one of my co-workers is super duper excited about it. I mean really excited about it. My boss was on the phone with her and she was ecstatic about the whole thing. Even my dad wants to start up a Twitter feed for himself. In other words, I'm probably going to have to set-up a company meeting to teach everyone how to use Twitter. How great is that?
This brings us to the title of today's post. As we are all aware, it is really easy to find people on the internet. Then from there, it is really easy to find out a lot of information about them, from what websites they use to where they live. Today, though, my dad sent me a link about social media's in business called "8 Tips for Blogger Outreach." It was an interesting read, but about halfway through the article I sat back and was like, "My god. This entire article is telling me how to stalk people and ninja them into my blog. What the hell." It was all about business blogging and getting companies to guest post on them, but still, he was telling you all these ways to get to know the companies beforehand, so you aren't just shooting them an e-mail out of the blue. It was all clever, but still creepy.
Of course, using the internet to get to know people is nothing new. I mean, it is 2011, and the internet has become part of the core of our society. It's just I always seem to forgot how easy it is for people to hunt you down on the internet. And the more unique the name, the easier it is to find stuff about you. Seriously, ever google yourself or your typical username? Sometimes it's really easy to find all the things you are a part of. Which reminds me of the time George decided to hunt down my Livejournal, and succeeded.
The internet can be really creepy sometimes.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
It's the First of May
FIRST OF MAY
OUTDOOR FUCKIN' STARTS TODAY
That is an actual song. Look it up. I swear it is totally worth it.
But anyway, the actual song for today.
The Cab - Risky Business
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So it's been a real long time since I've blogged and pretty much the only reason I am right now is because I don't feel like doing work anymore right now.
It's been a very, very long two weeks. Basically, I have spent the past two days cooped up in my room doing work almost non-stop. I had a break yesterday for two hours to go to an on campus event, but after that it was back to work!
What have I been working on you ask? Wonderful question! The main project I have been working on is my animation project. Yes, animation! What fun! It actually is fun I swear, it just is a shit-ton of work. I was supposed to have art assets due for Friday (clearly I am the best worker ever). I told my group there was no way it would be done and I was hoping to get it done by Saturday. Clearly I needed more time than I thought. I still need a lot of time. I still need to do all the animating work for my real character too. Needless to say this week is going to blow chunks.
I will admit that Friday was fun. I did a lot of work that night, but Randall and I took a break at three to go check out Mason Day. Mason Day is basically a small fair for Mason Students and friends to go enjoy free food and rides. We ran into a bunch of our friends and then came across an obstacle course. It was probably my favourite part of the day. Randall and I raced on it twice before we were too wiped to do it again. I also scrapped up my elbows and I'm not really sure how. It was probably one of the many dives I did through the small tunnels ha ha. The rest of our time spent at the fair was riding rides and walking around trying to find short lines for food.
At around 5 Randall and I left to head back to do work. He went off to see our teacher for some help and I went back to try to finish modeling. I got a really decent amount of work done, considering I had been working almost since I had woken up to the time that I went to sleep. Needless to say my head is spinning and all I really want is a white chocolate mocha to wake me up so I can get more work done. Sad right?
One of the other projects is my final for my drawing class. We have to choose a piece of clothing and draw it with charcoal. The goal is to make dramatic lighting and be able to draw the folds in clothes well. It's a lot of work but it should be fun.
The last project is another game. I have a lot of writing I need to do and I also need to make textures. I can put a lot of it off for now though, as I have other projects that are due sooner. We'll see. this project is what I am currently working on, mostly because it is the only one that I can do while lying comfortably in bed.
I don't think I'm going to stay up much longer. I want to so I can get work done, but I feel I should just sleep and get an early start tomorrow. I guess that is what two straight days of work do to you.
Wish me luck. Maybe I can post screenshots of all the stuff I do this week at some point.
OUTDOOR FUCKIN' STARTS TODAY
That is an actual song. Look it up. I swear it is totally worth it.
But anyway, the actual song for today.
The Cab - Risky Business
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So it's been a real long time since I've blogged and pretty much the only reason I am right now is because I don't feel like doing work anymore right now.
It's been a very, very long two weeks. Basically, I have spent the past two days cooped up in my room doing work almost non-stop. I had a break yesterday for two hours to go to an on campus event, but after that it was back to work!
What have I been working on you ask? Wonderful question! The main project I have been working on is my animation project. Yes, animation! What fun! It actually is fun I swear, it just is a shit-ton of work. I was supposed to have art assets due for Friday (clearly I am the best worker ever). I told my group there was no way it would be done and I was hoping to get it done by Saturday. Clearly I needed more time than I thought. I still need a lot of time. I still need to do all the animating work for my real character too. Needless to say this week is going to blow chunks.
I will admit that Friday was fun. I did a lot of work that night, but Randall and I took a break at three to go check out Mason Day. Mason Day is basically a small fair for Mason Students and friends to go enjoy free food and rides. We ran into a bunch of our friends and then came across an obstacle course. It was probably my favourite part of the day. Randall and I raced on it twice before we were too wiped to do it again. I also scrapped up my elbows and I'm not really sure how. It was probably one of the many dives I did through the small tunnels ha ha. The rest of our time spent at the fair was riding rides and walking around trying to find short lines for food.
At around 5 Randall and I left to head back to do work. He went off to see our teacher for some help and I went back to try to finish modeling. I got a really decent amount of work done, considering I had been working almost since I had woken up to the time that I went to sleep. Needless to say my head is spinning and all I really want is a white chocolate mocha to wake me up so I can get more work done. Sad right?
One of the other projects is my final for my drawing class. We have to choose a piece of clothing and draw it with charcoal. The goal is to make dramatic lighting and be able to draw the folds in clothes well. It's a lot of work but it should be fun.
The last project is another game. I have a lot of writing I need to do and I also need to make textures. I can put a lot of it off for now though, as I have other projects that are due sooner. We'll see. this project is what I am currently working on, mostly because it is the only one that I can do while lying comfortably in bed.
I don't think I'm going to stay up much longer. I want to so I can get work done, but I feel I should just sleep and get an early start tomorrow. I guess that is what two straight days of work do to you.
Wish me luck. Maybe I can post screenshots of all the stuff I do this week at some point.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
It's Been Too Long
Been a while since I last posted anything here. Probably because I haven't had anything worthwhile to talk about since forever. Now it is 3am and I don't feel quite like going to sleep just yet. So here is a blog post! Woo!
Haven't been doing anything too exciting recently. I've been planning on going hiking with my friend Heather for a while now, but things have kept getting in the way and we haven't been able to go. Hopefully the weather will improve and we will be able to go.
Classes have been alright. Drawing has gotten interesting considering the fact that we have started doing figure drawing and I really enjoy drawing people more than anything else. It's hard, but it's a lot of fun, especially working with muscle and getting all the curves right. Of course, this has led to me zoning out during my Music class and instead of taking notes I just start drawing the people around me. It's good practice, but isn't going to help when it comes to the test that is sometime next week. I don't really know since he said Thursday but the Syllabus said otherwise. Hopefully it is actually Thursday or the week after, cause I don't want to deal with it right now. I also have a lot of projects that are going to be due soon, so on top of all the things that need to be done I have to work on all these projects in a timely manor so I don't spend one week wanting to put my head under a train.
Otherwise, things have been pretty good. Spring break came and went and I spent it with Sarah. We did a photoshoot one of the days which was Inception inspired and it was pretty amazing. I fell a lot. It hurt, but the photos in the end were AMAZING. You can check it out here at her blog. You can look through some other photos as well, her recent ones being my favourite. She is underwater!
Anyway, after that I had a dozen projects and papers and other things to do, so I spent most of the week not sleeping properly and sitting infront of computers and drawing paper getting everything done. Also a decent amount of time slamming my head against the wall. The next week I also had a lack of sleep due to working on Drawing homework. THINGS WERE PAINFUL. The work came out pretty well but in the end it was worth it. I made up for the sleep this week so everything is okay.
Not much else going on. Mother's birthday is this Monday and mine is after that. Excited, but I don't know what I want. I never know what I want.
But that's it for tonight. It is time to sleep as I am getting this twitch in my arms. IT IS MOST UNCOMFORTABLE.
Haven't been doing anything too exciting recently. I've been planning on going hiking with my friend Heather for a while now, but things have kept getting in the way and we haven't been able to go. Hopefully the weather will improve and we will be able to go.
Classes have been alright. Drawing has gotten interesting considering the fact that we have started doing figure drawing and I really enjoy drawing people more than anything else. It's hard, but it's a lot of fun, especially working with muscle and getting all the curves right. Of course, this has led to me zoning out during my Music class and instead of taking notes I just start drawing the people around me. It's good practice, but isn't going to help when it comes to the test that is sometime next week. I don't really know since he said Thursday but the Syllabus said otherwise. Hopefully it is actually Thursday or the week after, cause I don't want to deal with it right now. I also have a lot of projects that are going to be due soon, so on top of all the things that need to be done I have to work on all these projects in a timely manor so I don't spend one week wanting to put my head under a train.
Otherwise, things have been pretty good. Spring break came and went and I spent it with Sarah. We did a photoshoot one of the days which was Inception inspired and it was pretty amazing. I fell a lot. It hurt, but the photos in the end were AMAZING. You can check it out here at her blog. You can look through some other photos as well, her recent ones being my favourite. She is underwater!
Anyway, after that I had a dozen projects and papers and other things to do, so I spent most of the week not sleeping properly and sitting infront of computers and drawing paper getting everything done. Also a decent amount of time slamming my head against the wall. The next week I also had a lack of sleep due to working on Drawing homework. THINGS WERE PAINFUL. The work came out pretty well but in the end it was worth it. I made up for the sleep this week so everything is okay.
Not much else going on. Mother's birthday is this Monday and mine is after that. Excited, but I don't know what I want. I never know what I want.
But that's it for tonight. It is time to sleep as I am getting this twitch in my arms. IT IS MOST UNCOMFORTABLE.
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