with my fist raised high

This says alot about what I've been up to lately...or at least in the afternoons.



Today I polished off the rough of Moose's musical number, a phone montage, ...yes. The end is in sight, and I am the one standing at the end with my fist raised in the air screaming LOOK AT ME, I'M A WINNER!

Shakers were way cool.

Ja-Nine...I'll miss you. You were a great friend...and now...you have moved on to a better place.

Sigh. Every time a bell rings...a brain researcher moves to Colorado to study massage therapy.

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SO! THis weekend (besides listening to FELT 2: A Tribute to Lisa Bonet) I have been to Long Island and back, LetterBoxing with Z and Matt, ..uh...scanscanscan...yeah and playing videogames. And working on Nth Mile. You might say my weekend was long...but then you'd be making some kind of pun and would be 'pun-ished' by God. That's right. If you make puns, God will smite your children with UGLY.

Dang, I even went to the CERT picnic and had a blast. I even won at Scrabble twice. What is CERT, you ask? What is LetterBoxing? Why volleyball??!

1) CERT stands for Correction Emergency ...RT, and it's like SWAT for prisons. Response Team! Geez, you'd think I never spent a month designing their Manual Covers and PowerPoints.

2) LetterBoxing is like treasure hunting for geeks. Right now there are treasure boxes hidden in YOUR COMMUNITY, waiting for you to figure out clues to find them! You use a rubber stamp and KER-POSH the sign-in book in the container, usually hidden just out of sight under some rocks or logs. Then you take the stamp inside the box and KA-BURK it to your own stamp book. It's like Pokemon, but not.

3) Get off your computer and exercise, ya wee fatties! IMAGE DUMPU!

a putrid stinky piece

somewhere out there, Hitachi is releasing Terabyte dvr recorders.

This weekend has been a blast. Pictures to come after work. I'll leave it at this one tibit for now: 2 Letterboxes and 2 Stamps. GOTTA STAMP 'EM ALL!

auuuughrh!

Z and me beat an arcade game yesterday. We had been going to Crossgates Mall for awhile now; everytime we needed shirts, gifts...whatever...the mall is only 20 minutes away. Anywho, I was not-so-psyched a week ago to attempt to finally crush this game (there must be a psychological term for not wanting games to end) but after some of my own blood was spilt earlier, I was PUMPED. Zombies needed to die!



This game is awesome. Best HotD, in my opinion, and best shotgun shooter ever. Pump-action reloading is my favorite way to toast zombies, ever since me and Eric beat Carn-Evil on $2. HotD3 brings back cheesy dialogue, awesome bosses, and even classic monsters like the knife-throwing street punk zombies. Heck, bats made a comeback, but we all know how well they stand against a frigging SHOTGUN. Spreadshot means more zombies get hit every time you fire.

Will Steve Smith master this one, too? Will we go back for more? Time will tell! We'll definitely go back to the Johnny Rockets right outside the arcade - there was dancing, straw tricks, awesome malts and the mention that if Z works there, every member of the staff smokes up. Ahhhh...my girlfriend, the Johnny Rockets waitress.

btw, I've been going to BoingBoing recently, and I have not been disappointed.

The 'Evil DJ / Parappa gets beat up' scene came together last night. Nth Mile is coming together .. . . >>

as hard as I could make it

I just got a doorbell ring, and guess who was outside? You guessed it, a fratboy-looking, Cancun-going salesman who talked a mile-a-minute (gosh, i like hyphens!) and wanted me to sponsor his trip to Mexico by buying a magazine subscription.

Things he asked to get me in the mood:

"Are you the king of the castle?"
"What's your name?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"What're you into do besides soccer?" (eyeing my Liverpool jersey)
me: videogames
"Playstation or Xbox?"
me: neither
"..."
"So, computer games?"
me: nah, gamecube (note, bolding text implies that I am way cooler)
"Do you know where some other really cool people live?"

I fended my subscription abstinance with a clever rouse - that I was in fact a poor college student who had just gone to the car shop. He asked what I studied (every sentence was a Question) and when I came up with a tricky answer, he shook my hand and was gone.

Good luck, Question Man. May you score with a million white chicks in Mexico and return to your castle in Cleveland with many a tale.

media jobs: not all they're cracked up to be

Nth Mile progress: Lookin Pretty Good, Buddy!

Last friday I got a call from Brooke Shay, an ex-Media Arts (wait...she's more like a 'I Beat Media Arts') living in Albany right before she got canned. Her terribly boring/uneducational job at a TV station doing marketing was apparently expendable, so she got sacked (and right after she called ME, what a coinkidonk!)

Anyways, hearing her afterwards sound kinda panicky and freaked (could've been the traffic) made me think twice about bashing my own soul-sucking cubicle job, which I had also planned to ride until I was ready to get off, with gobs of blood-money in my hands. She has plans that need funding, and no more esteem-crushing money pot to dip into. That being said, TODAY WAS TEH BORINGEST DAY OF WORK EVAR!_)

No one should be made to sit at a computer for more than 5 hours a day. It's inhumane.

no, I'M SPARTICUS

In a couple minutes I'm driving down to MOVIES WITH KIM, aka my first 'out-of-work' hangout time with people from the Academy. I have no idea what kind of anything is going down...I just hold that anything Kim is involved in turns out fun.

Y'know, like one of those terrible dead clown t-shirts. Hey, you're pushing up FUN!

long story SHORT

phew!+_)!

Been a long weekend, internet! First off, the anticipation for Z to get back was super-intense. At first I thought she would come up last week, but instead she toured the East Coast w/her mom and stopped in places like Racoon Caverns and Chattanooga. That was cool. Finally, she was on her way from LeRoy to Albany, both of us ready to spend some real quality time together (after 4 months of her being in inaccessable Atlanta) when she gets a phone call.

The people from Big Big World (a new PBS puppet show!) want her to puppet wrangle...on Monday. We both freak out. This is an awesome opportunity, she'll learn so much, she'll just be 4 hours away in the Hamptons, blah blah blah and a day later we're cool w/it. phew!

The good news is we just had a kick-ass weekend seeing a puppet show in the middle of a field, playing 36 HardCore Holes of minigolf and getting stuffed with icecream. The bad is that she'll be at this new job for 5 months. I guess it's not so bad, since she'll be MUCH more accessible in Long Island, but it still kinda sucks. We make an awesome duo and my superpowers are zapped when she's away. She's the Jana to my Jace, the strawberry to my rhubarb.