Saturday, September 07, 2002

Hey Rude... did you play Transformer?

My friend Steve came up with my favorite punk rock couplet ever (evar, even):

F-U-C-K!
I don't wanna work today!
PunXOr rokz MONSTAR MASH!

Had a fun "session" in the studio LAST NIGHT with a couple of my punk rocks friends! Sometimes I wish I was in a band, cuz then I could take advantage of the studio. OH WELL. Playing music (espicially speed-punk) is very tiring, and by the end of the night, i was exhausted.
"FUCK YOU THREE FOUR!"

-_-

Friday, September 06, 2002

AIDS in China and World Basketball

AIDS cases in china is projected at 1million so far. Can you imagine what it would be like if only a tiny fraction of 3 Billion people contracted AIDS? Supposed the cause of the wide spread of the disease, is the lack of education, money, knowledge and poor health care equipment and practices. Well no duh! They can't even earn 10 us dollars a month in some poor farm provinces.

Took a look at the USA worldteam roster... WAS THERE ANY DOUBT THAT THEY WERE GOING TO LOSE? Most of them are rookies with no more than 2 years of NBA experience, hardly comparable to the likes of MJ, Tim duncan, Admiral, Tracy Mcgrady, SHAQ, Kobe, iverson, Williams, carter. Where the fuck were they? Probably on their yaught.

The USA worldteam sucked shit, and I actually feel bad for them. They tried. It's all the people behind the scenes that should be shot. Supposed this indicates that USA doesn't dominate basketball anymore. I don't think it indicates squat. Get SHAQ on the court and we'll see how those damn foreign crazy ivans gets beat down.
Well Ja -el I know what you mean. I have that same feeling when I pass the number of places I have lived in around the south bay. I have lived in twelve places in the south bay over the years. Although some for short periods of time. Kinda crazy. Soon I will be out of the south bay again. Hopefully this time it will less bitter and more sweet than San Diego. As Eric Hoodle knows, their is some real ambivilance in our feelings about SD. Ja -el, assuming nothing big comes up in the next few weeks I will be living in San Francisco at the end of this month. Although I will probably be up there a number of times this month for moving and other needs, but I will be quite busy on those occasions. Definately, we will have to hook up when I finally situate myself up there. Anyways, off to work for me.

[AT] Deaf Mute
Jokes About R. Manning's Career

Joke 1:

What's the difference between a Recording Engineer and a pizza?
A pizza can feed a family of four.

HAHAHA

Joke 2:

What's the difference between a Recording Engineer and a toilet?
A toilet only gets shit on by one asshole at a time!

HAHAHA

:(


Thursday, September 05, 2002

Visiting Old Homes

I know how that feeling feels. I went back to my old home in Manhattan Beach, 6th street, and I just can't quite picture someone else living in the home. I was kinda surprised to see a car in the parking lot that wasn't mine. And then it's like, this is not really my home anymore.

I guess that would probably be what it would feel like if I went back to 17th street in hermosa.

Thought today was actually Friday but it turned out to be only Thursday. Crap.. I hate it when I set my expectations for the weekend and then it ends up a figment of my imagination. Plus then there's that extra day of work. I can do without work. I just realize I've been in the workforce for over 4 years and that is nothing compared to those people that have worked over 10 years but are only in their 30's. In a way, 10 years later I'll only be 36 but I'll have over 14 years of work experience. That's some crazy shit.

Eric, were not old men. We just have to figure out some way to eliminate the rat race that we are in and come up with some creative concepts to make big bucks. If you want me to give your resume to my company, let me know. I know you though, you'd probably want to live near manhattan beach, tied down with a girlfriend, and all that. Hats off.

Jael

P.S when is our band getting back together for a reunion tour?

Wednesday, September 04, 2002

Woman Club for Men

Holy shit Johnny, if I was drinking anything while reading, "take it up the ass like a man" would've made me nose-ejaculate onto the monitor. I went back to pick up some CDs and DVDs from the old apartment today. It was weird. I didn't feel like it was my home anymore. Poor sweet Aaron, I miss him already, but Steve is his new friend now. Today I bought two pairs of pants and talked to a paralegal but I didn't eat any pears. I am finally getting over being sick.

MESSAGE TO AARON: Finish off that roll of film! Everybody needs to inspire Aaron to finish the roll of film. There are pictures on it that will be very, very chilling, yet amusing.
THE ACTION TEAM IS UNDAR ATTAKC! READ ABOUT IT HERE!
I MEAN HERE@!!!!
Message to Jael

1) While logged into Blogger, go to the "team" icon, click your name, go to the right of the next screen and click "edit", then change your "nickname" entry to "/images/jonny.jpg". Then you will have a picture too!

2) After you have written something to post, click the "Post & Publish" button (the one with the two wee computers), that way, your message will be instantly up to the site, rather than needing to wait for me to publish it.

3) Thanks for the kind words about the con!

Message to the Action Team

So I was tired of sending resumes out and thought I would put my feet up on my desk here and close my eyes for a nice little cat-nap. I get my feet up, but something just isn't right, so I try and move my ass more towards the edge of the chair in a single movement which led directly to me falling backwards in the chair after the rollers for legs slid out from under me. Now, I've taken some physical abuse over the years, be it from waterpolo, hockey, skating, surfing or rough-housing with the lads, and have shirked the damage like it was nothing, until the day I turned 27 and got old.

I landed from my fall on the comfortable backing to my computer chair, and my head hit the soft, plush carpeting of my room, and despite that, I am still in pain. My spine is now all misaligned, my head is pounding, and I can't turn my neck one direction without my spine advising me otherwise by shooting sharp pains up and down my back. And so begins my new life as an old man who no longer heals from his wounds, thereby fulfilling my Action Team role of Hemo: the Hemophiliac.

Tuesday, September 03, 2002

DUDE, I JUST WHORED OUT A LONG ASS FUCKING EMAIL AND THIS THING GAVE ME A SCRIPT ERROR MESSAGE AND IT CLEARED MY MESSAGE!

ok I'm pretty frustrated, it was a passionate email. But now I can't recreate it so I'm just going to recap, you figure it out

Eric Hoodle, quit confusing immigrants like me with blogger!

Jon, Happy Birthday!

Aaron, your in san fran? when? Call me you bastard, or else

2 topics that needs to be addressed:
Convention
Lot's of changes. Would have been gone a long time ago. But it never went away, and it won't now. Quit whining and crying like a girl and take it up the ass like a man!
Next con is at san jose, at Kublacon! see you there

Money making idea
Hair club for men === Woman Club for Men (AWESOME IDEA!!!)

Jael
Tom Cruise, Penelope Cruz, Eddie and the Cruisers, Cruz- the buss boy at Manhattan Coolers, Jose Cruz- former baseball player, Jose Cruz Jr.- his son. Sorry.

I got back last Sunday from a 7 day cruise to the Carribean. Cruises would be the perfect vacation if you are into waking up early and having people tell you what activities you should do. Also, if you like cigarettes and humidity a lot, cruises are for you. I had a lot to drink at sea... A LOT to drink. I still feel like I am on east coast time. Sometimes I feel like I am going to faint because my inner ear hasn't completely adjusted to not moving constantly. The food was really good, but I was really glutonous and overate, now I am fat(ter). This is the real bonus: I just found out that I got dropped from one of my two classes because I wasn't there because I was on the cruise. The other class is still up in the air. As of now, I am not a fan of cruises. As a matter of fact, fuck cruises.

On the up side, I didn't get sunburned the whole time I was out at sea. I waited until I got home for that (see my sunburn review).

Monday, September 02, 2002

In Cars

Okay, so I'm going to go get my car now... parked on the other side of Valley/Ardmore. No joke.
Soo tired
All those reviews are cracking me up! I'll have to review something else soon. I hope to see something from Ryan soon. Hello Ryan! Welcome to THE ACTION TEAM! We are an organization dedicated to the per
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soo tired
Yikes!

So Ryan and I went to the friendly neighborhood corner liquor store to grab some beers and play some Golo:dice golf, and there were these punk-ass rich surfer kids skating this berm infront of the store. No regard for anyone or anything in their path, no doubt pissing off the owner of the store and still skating after repeated attempts to "shoo" them away. So we get in and grab some beers and are at the counter paying, one of the little shits came in and asked if the store has a bathroom. The liquor store clerk looked at the kid, then ignored him while he was taking our money. After the transaction was complete, still nothing from the clerk for the kid. So we leave, and as we are leaving the kid is under the hugely bright flourescent (SP? -Jon?) lights outside in the parking lot for all to see, pissing on the payphones.

There is something that makes me angry about all this and something that makes me laugh.
Happy Birthday "Enoto!"

I can't get ascii art to work for SHIT on this thing, so no nice picture for you. :\
Anyways, HAPPY 27th!!!!

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Grrrr...

Sunday, September 01, 2002

Long time no see, Ry Ry! How have you been? What in the hell are you up to these days? Hey Eric- new rule: NO GIRLS ALLOWED! This Blog will turn out like girlfriend-con did, so many years ago. :D
hey! i'm here too. like my picture?
Broken, but not defeated

Well here is how I see it.. Yeah it has been happening for a while now and I have been none too thrilled about it. Always complaining about everyone other than Eric disapearing from the regular gaming group and cunvynshun tyme. And now I am one of those guys. D'oh. I am terribly torn about the whole situation. It is not an easy decision, over which I have spent many hours stewing on.

My take on it is as follows. Those of us who have lost the passion for gaming, well nothing can be done about that. What is lost, is lost. But for those of us still interested in gaming, there is a twinkling of hope (dare I say). Mike is pretty much gone for several more years in England with the occassional appearence (GenCon Only?). But it seemed pretty obvious that he will return to the states and perhaps SoCal after his hiatus in Cambridge. Jon sounds like he will be cruising around the US for a bit, but likely will return. Neither of those two have lost their thrill for gaming. Eric... He may or may not stay in the area as a result of us all leaving. Me you ask? Well I do not think I will be in San Francisco for much beyond two or three years. I would like to return to the southbay at a later date. I would still like to attend the Con much in the same vain as JohnnyConLate. This one and GenCon unfortunately were not in my pocket book this year as a result of preping for the move to SF. I will not let that become a regular thing. I am assuming that everyone that is able to, will still desire to attend the Cons (maybe a bad assumption on my part) much like we did in the college days. In a way, that situation made us cherish the con so much more. Instead of it being another weekend in our weekly gaming routine, it will again be a time for the guys to get together again.

I have not, and never will lose my passion for gaming.

The Fellowship may be broken and has some hard days ahead, but, Sauron has not yet claimed victory. For a while we all must go on our seperate paths to be victorious later.
The Two Towers

It's official lads, the Fellowhip has failed. We had a good run over the years, but this weekend stands as a defiant Sauron against my hopes of keeping the Fellowship intact. Mike in England, Aaron in San Francisco (I'm guessing), Johnny near San Francisco, Rudy no longer into it , Jon choosing to work over the convention so that he can depart for Boston, and myself left behind trying to keep it all together. The writing's been on the wall for some time, and I've even been reading it all along, only now I'm feeling its bite: I shall venture forth alone on sunday to the convention for one last, lonely hurrah.

I shall bid farewell to the ghosts of Ham Man, Anecdote Man, The Wall, British Man, Spandex Woman, Hot Shots Cards, The Irish Guy with "my rings", Larry Elmore, Mother Bitch, Chicken Fights, Smelly Man, and The Black Nazi. I shall pay tribute to all those souls that we touched over the years: Rich, Art, Dan, Yukari, Matt, Shawna, Ben, Amber, Bryce, Jason, Zak, Matt, Lizzie, Leslie, Jenny, Paul, Darren, JP, Jordan, Ryan, Chris, Kevin, and Walter. I will sit in open gaming, no matter how spread out it has become and reminisce on such wonderful memories as Blood Bowl Hell, Warhammer Quest, the Craw Wurm vs. the Assassin, Mustangs and Messerschmitts, Norse Campaign, Iron Dragon, Illuminati, Family Business, Dual Masters, Space Marines, "Go Paul", "Chaucer", and the rest. Once more to the dealer room to gaze upon it's fine wares, one last look at the pool, the pizza and the parking passes.

And finally, I shall close the door on a wonderful part of my life and try to move on with the rest of you. Cheers to 12+ years!

NOTE: Added a comments section for anyone foolish to stumble upon our offensive little corner of the web and had something to say about it. Don't post there!
P.S. No, I'm not suicidal about the con, just bummed. Please, no condecending consolations.