December 31st, 2007 ryan
I reach out to you while I still can, gentle readers, through the long arm of the routed diatribe we call the intertron. I have spent the last 36-odd hours in a sort of night-sweat induced psychosis, remnants of iced cold tea, cranberry juice, and saltines encompassing a circle all just within arm’s reach. At some point I dragged my dvd player near the cot in my subterranean bunker only to have spent much of the time confusing my trusted feline for the remote, much to the detriment of our usual symbiotic relationship.
The slurry that was previously so much viscera and esophagus has rebelled – staging a coup which, while short lived, exceeded the DMZ previously established by it’s predecessors. I have rallied my own faithful followers to cut these vile insurgents of the body in to so much terrorist-chum and plan to claim total victory in the hours before twilight, dark deities willing.
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December 28th, 2007 ryan
[ posted 01.02.08 ]
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December 28th, 2007 ryan
From the cracked, mold-ridden shards of the old comes the new:
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December 27th, 2007 ryan
Was there ever a more perfect match? Surely a triumvirate of the modern age unequaled in it’s class, stone oven, and use of small to large mammals.
Thursday night was all threes as we descended on the dark ruin of Bill’s Pub, this being my first time in the establishment despite it’s stone’s-throw proximity to my former educationalatory dungeon.
Why taxidermy? Why not.
Yes, the deer bust was of the robot declination, hence it’s movement. Naturally the below-pictured was all I could think of while entombed within the pub’s stout wooden walls.
P.S. The pizza was great.
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December 26th, 2007 ryan
It’s like a tree. Step right up, count the rings to discern it’s age.
17: fillings of powdered hot chocolate
2: packets each
23: days elapsed
0: times washed during the proceedings
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Dishearteningly lackluster results. I like to run food-based experiments from time to time, more of a passive sense of involvement than actually predicting or even caring about the outcome.
Several years ago I acquired a gallon of apple juice from a questionable source. Having had my fill I capped, stored, and forgot. What followed over a period of an indeterminate number of years (perhaps 5) was a casual glance now and again at the gradual discoloration and dissolution of the large mass of mold that formed, fetal-pig-like, in the center.
It was a minor point of tension whenever the dark, amber-filled jug would surface. Though firmly sealed it positively reeked of the potential to destroy, terrorize, disgust.
To be honest I never had any real plans for thing. After a few years not addressing the issue became second-nature, and the strange sense of attachment made me protective of my makeshift ward.
Never did find out what happened to it.
I suspect mischief.
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December 25th, 2007 ryan
‘O’ is for outfit, christmas.
Day Off:
- Finally got around to Portal, played to test chamber 18. This is the truth.
- Watched Children of Men, V for Vendetta, and Superbad in last 24 hours. All first viewings, accordingly, I now have an english accent and cuss.
- Grew Beard (not pictured).
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December 24th, 2007 ryan
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December 23rd, 2007 ryan
So…
…but first
next, naturally
friendly bravado
not enough
emulation throughout
final catharsis.
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December 22nd, 2007 ryan
Hells to the yeah.
Pictured left: gift I received on my doorstep mere moments ago.
Pictured right: gift which I just finished reading and will be giving to the sender of book pictured left.
Our phone conversations about the above-pictured usually go much in the manner of:
T: Dude! Did you see the-
R: Heck yeah, and the way it was-
T: Oh I know, the best part was when-
R: The thought bubbles, definitely.
It’s actually quite sad since I’ll naturally be sending both so T can read the present he got me just as I read the one I got him.
Poor nerds representin’
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December 21st, 2007 ryan
Behold, twilight descends upon the fixed personification of my current loathing – Union Station.
Each morning I saunter grudgingly towards the yellow textured surface that parallels the iron rails, and each morning fat suburbanites push their way to the front of the staggered line in order to board the train first, each certainly dreaming of donuts and the one spot they sit in every day. Gone is the adventure of the El and it’s tributaries, lurching inertia constantly threatening to plunge one’s half-asleep countenance into the dripping dreadlocks of the homeless guy sharing a pole. Is it cleaner, safer, more pleasant? Sure, and admittedly I shouldn’t complain. However, since when is 100 percent predictability the desired outcome? Conclusion: The office job, with all it’s accessories, is slowly destroying my will to be.
Meanwhile!
I grew up playing arcade games. While I had an NES as far back as I can remember, and the still-kicking Atari 2600, arcade games held their attraction up through the release of the Sega Saturn and those consoles that preceded it. I believe it was in grade school that my entourage and I learned of the Nickel Arcade.
The place was a sprawling mass of acned youth, small children lusting for ticket-related trinkets, and the variable birthday party which insured instant nerd-status among those whose parents would condone such blatant video game debauchery. A nickel functioned as a quarter in all the games, save those of the older persuasion that were on free play. To sum it up, the place was awesome. We played the hell out of the House of the Dead series and my personal favorite, Smash TV.
As the years past we would occasionally return to notice that the place had gotten smaller, the games crappier, and with the intro of DDR the clientele a whole hell of a lot more unsettling. Gone were the days of placing your token in queue to ensure next play in the Winner Stays, Loser Pays atmosphere that dominated in the golden era of Mortal Kombat, SF 2, and eventually Killer Instinct. Gimmicky games in which one actually had to move around were desired and even the lure of beating X-Men or Alien vs Predator wasn’t enough to bring us back to the arcade scene.
My buddy and I played through Time Crisis 3 then promptly left, thoughts of ever returning replaced with the strong desire to wash our hands as soon as possible.
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