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August,
2003
08.25.03
– Now I don’t even remember what this entry was going
to be about…
Recent
Movies: 40 Days and 40 Nights, Almost Heroes,
parts of The Crow, Spaceballs, Toy Soldiers,
and Back to the Future
Music: Willie Nelson Super Hits, The Cars Complete
Greatest Hits
Literature: Understanding Comics by Scott
McCloud, Pumping Irony by Tony Kornheiser
Games: Mega Man 7 (SNES), Side Pocket
(Genesis), Zelda: The Wind Waker (GC), Castlevania:
Circle of the Moon (GBA)
First of all, and I mean
no offense to anyone, but when people park at the fairgrounds/softball
field in Altenburg, they don’t do it very well. I’ve
been parked in several times, even though there is always plenty
of room around that should be utilized in an effort to not park
me in.
Now, you must understand…
when all the convenient parking spots are filled, people start to
park in the actual fairgrounds, where there are lots of trees and
other obstacles (including my car, most games). I guess people don’t
take that into consideration when they park in there, as cars tend
to become pinned between other cars and larger, more unforgiving
objects. Buildings and stumps and trees, for example. Anyway, that
happened to me (again) last night, so I was just blowing off steam
there. Actually, I was able to escape this time with some tight
maneuvering and jimmying, but there couldn’t have been more
than an inch of available space between a tree, my car, and the
rear end of the truck crookedly parked on the treeless side of my
car. We lost 17-10.
School was not as bad
as I could make it out to be. I only had two classes today, but
still. I don’t have a French book yet because they were out
(foolish), and I accidentally picked up two of the same CD-ROM for
this other class—someone put one from pile A on pile B, and
I got two pile A ones as a result. Lousy, irresponsible college
kids.
It was blisteringly hot.
It’s amazing how much difference an hour can make. I didn’t
sweat at all walking from Show-Me Center to Grauel for my 9:00 class,
but I drowned both kids sitting next to me in my 10:00 class after
walking from Grauel to the Art Building, which aren’t even
very far away.
I also saw a ridiculous
number of people that I know. I figure it won’t happen again,
since it’s a first-day sort of thing. But, it was sort of
reassuring, since I can’t make new friends. Seeing Matt Sissom
on three separate occasions certainly made my day, however. Except
for the time he was gallivanting around with that Sandwich kid.
I was quite curt to both of them, though, and I feel I acted appropriately.
Arrogant punks. I also saw Tressa (whom I see at school way, way
too often), Joe Gibbs (!), Nicole, and numerous other people that
I don’t think go to, or associate with anyone that goes to,
this site.
In conclusion, school
was okay. At least I haven’t had any disturbing dreams, lately.
That’s
it for now, I suppose. I’m now penciling the second frame
of the next comic strip. Go me! Oh, and I want more than two emails
this time. I might one day put comments on the site for everyone
else to read, but then again, I might not.
08.17.03
– And one explosive weekend later, it’s all downhill
from here…
Recent
Movies: Thunderblah!, Die Hard 2
Music: Highwayman Super Hits (Nelson, Cash, Jennings,
Kristofferson)
Literature: Understanding Comics by Scott
McCloud
Games: Metal Gear Solid 2 (PS2), Metal Gear (NES),
Mega Man 2 (NES)
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good care of it, Tim. |
It’s
sort of ironic, in a way. River City High School Reunion,
consisting of Pat Kennedy, Lucas Walker, Matt Shayphr, Ricky
Feiner, Josh, Tim Nicolai and myself, won the big JUDL tournament
this week (and played some very fun and exciting games, by
the way. Thanks to all seven participating teams!). But now
that we have legitimate possession of the Adam D. Morris Cup,
it was agreed upon that Tim would take care of it. But that’s
okay. A lot more people pass through his house than they do
my room. Anyway, I really thought the tournament was great,
and seven teams was… well… one more team than
I expected. And there were a lot of hard-fought battles, which
are exactly what tournaments are all about and why I love
them in any sport. I’m already looking forward to the
next one.
An all-night
editing session and not much sleep later, it was time for the Thunderblah!
premiere, which was supposed to be the make-or-break event of the
summer. It made summer for me. Even though summer was ultimately
much more boring than I was hoping it would be, this weekend alone
pretty much made it all worthwhile. And the premiere ended up being
everything I had hoped for and more, save for the fact that I am
unaware of whether or not Jon Reno is alive as I type this. The
guy deserves major credit (I guess Brett does, as well) for sacrificing
sleep and their eyeballs for a couple of days to ensure the movie
was completed by the scheduled premiere date and time. Anyway, the
premiere was a fantastic event, I hear the food was good (thanks
Josh and Tim), the crowd was bigger than last year and definitely
into it, and I’m sort of bummed that I probably won’t
get to see the movie again for awhile on account of the fact that
there’s only one copy and I don’t have it. I guess I’ll
wait for the DVD just like every other antsy person who wants one.
I thought the red carpet thing put on by Katie and Davis and all
who helped them was a neat little addition to the premiere, as well.
But now, after
all of this, the bum period starts. People are on their way back
to school. In the case of the high schoolers, people have already
started school (too bad, huh? Poor kids…). However, I am determined
to make this year better than last year. Fall semester was especially
depressing, so I don’t want another one like it. My problem
with school is that, for unknown reasons, I honestly have no urge
to make new friends or socialize at all at the place. My state of
mind is basically this: “Get in, go to class, get out ASAP.”
If I am asked to stick around longer than necessary for academic
or social reasons, I get very irritable and frustrated with the
whole situation. Don’t get me wrong—if I were to, say,
accidentally make a friend (I guess I did that once or twice last
year), I wouldn’t have a problem with it, but it’s something
I don’t seem to strive for.
I know I’m
definitely concerned about this whole thing because I had sort of
a disturbing dream last night. I saw a friend of mine at Semo, and
this person’s persona and behavior had drastically changed
from the person I know right now. When I tried speaking to this
person, I barely got a response before being abandoned for some
new friends. I woke up then and there and was terribly freaked out
by it. I don’t believe anyone has abandoned me or plans to,
but I still found the dream genuinely frightening. I think my friends
mean more to me than I realize.
But, I think
I’ll be optimistic and blame the last two paragraphs on undying
loyalty to the friends I already have. Yeah… that sounds nice.
Blake, I beat
Metal Gear Solid 2. That ending part didn’t make me almost
cry, but it sort of caught me off guard and made me utter an “Oh,
man.” The whole game after the virus was taking effect had
me seriously weirded out in a good way. I don’t think I liked
it better than the first MGS, though.
All right, I’m
done. Send me some emails or something if you have comments…
I need to put this frog@frog-man.net
email address to use…
08.12.03
– Ah, a chance for a lasting impression… this can’t
end well…
Recent Movies: The Graduate,
Daredevil, Darkman
Music: Simon and Garfunkel’s Greatest Hits,
KMFDM (Nihil and Adios), The Minibosses
Literature: Understanding Comics by Scott
McCloud
Games: Metal Gear Solid 2 (PS2), Metal Gear (NES)
So I found this thing called the Internet the other
day. I had a look around and noticed that these so-called web logs
(also known by the seemingly ingenious, but ultimately lame term
“blog”) are the big thing today. Therefore, I’m
going to try it. Hey, can you blame me? I can’t pump out Nameless
Rants frequently enough to please anyone… something about
finding pictures and thinking of clever ways to incorporate them
into the written work frightens me into simply not doing them. Of
course, there will probably be a picture or two with these web log
entries, as well, but it’s somehow easier to do. Whatever.
Just enjoy it. I’m going to try and avoid depressing you with
sad tales, which I will no doubt have a lot of when school starts,
but I can’t make any promises.
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This
time, the villains are more badass. |
Thunderblah! premieres in four days (give
or take some hours), and every time I watch part of it during our
editing sessions, I try to determine how many peoples’ heads
will explode when they first see it. Maybe I think a little too
much of No Budget, but when it’s finished, I believe we’ll
all have something to be proud of.
It would appear there is some sort of dodgeball
tournament this week, as well. Motivation slowly builds each time
I look at the Adam D. Morris Cup; it’s been sitting in my
room for six months now, and my team didn’t even win it at
the last tournament. Something must be done about this… I
helped make it, but it feels like stolen property sitting on my
shelf. Yes, something must be done about this.
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If
it's on my shelf, it needs to be ours. |
In the meantime,
I’ve decided to learn to become a normal human being. I realized
this must be done the other night at the box social, where Gabe Nash
and Ashley Jones apparently liked the shirt I was wearing, to which
I responded with several syllables and other basic sounds, but no
actual words. It was at this point that I decided something was wrong.
I dunno if it’s social anxiety or what, but I sure don’t
know how to act around other people. Lots of times I’ll sit
down next to someone, greet them, ask them how they’re doing,
and then treat them to several of the more awkward moments of their
life until one of us gets distracted (I think I do this to Zach Rice
fairly often for some reason). And please, don’t ever make me
call someone or go through a drive-thru; the results are traditionally
disastrous.
I suppose that’s probably enough for my first
crack at this. The secret now is to continue to do this on a regular
basis… and hopefully at a quicker pace than it takes me to
do Chewy Ninja Monkey Bars comic strips (of which I am currently
penciling the first frame of the next strip – fast, huh?)
P.S. –
Jeremy Shockey is an idiot. If I was hiding behind my robot henchmen
at the center of a planet across the galaxy, I would still be afraid
to even think about calling Bill Parcells a homo.
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