Saturday, June 11, 2005

Point(s) of clarification:

1) Aaron, no I do not hate kids. I hate these particular kids and specifically, middle school kids. I will be just fine when I get to high school. Those kids rock.

2) No, Jon, I do not wear my mask and snorkel while I teach. That would be fucking rediculous.

Friday, June 10, 2005

Battlegrounds is Up and Running

So. What do we do now, all you WoW freaks. Who's coming back home? Docnorvell may be convinced to stretch his old legs out, of course, he's not 60th level, a mere 40th (I think), but he and Cleo might be hand in a fight, eh?
Mixed Nuts

Ry, you are truly in a strange profession to be hating kids. Yet, I totally see where you are coming from. When I was that age and a few years younger, I was a little shit. Art, Rich and I were adminstratively seperated from the fourth grade through the 6th because the teachers complained so much about our in class disruptions. I think Art even called one of our teachers Mrs. Uterus once.

Jon: That was a brilliant expose on that f'd up town of Fremont. One thing that sucks about the Cod piece protection device is: if we do not coordinate our cod piece accessorization, one we do not match and two if one of us accidently wears a north cod piece and the other a south, Oh damn thats bad news. Cause the girls in Fremont will go ape and call in the reinforcements to convert the "sick" men who have caught gay when our cod pieces end up inseperably groin to groin with attraction action.

Elzar: Man that market is nutty down there. I mean who the hell can afford anything there. Jebuz. A couple more years of that and nothing even in Hermosa will be under 1 Megabuck. On a side note I gotta check out that DVD. I have been on a metal kick for the past couple of weeks.

Fart: Good to hear from you. I thought maybe you just buried yourslef after not renting the place. How is the Vegas treating you? Flour dust plus fire equals bad. Not as explosive as coal dust, but dirty none the less. ANyway yeah give me a heads up as to when you will be in our neck of the woods. Goin' to the Traiders eh? Jarks. Ill never forget going with you and your Dad. Man we were so oblivious to the crap that goes down in those games back then. I remember we spent an hour trying to con a vendor out of a cup of ice because we were playing some game with it. Awesome.

K Gotta Go
Holy shit! It's Art!


Yeah, so.. like that. Seriously bummed that I missed the Con.. but, the good news is that we ACTUALLY HAVE RENTERS and they've paid real United States currency to our property management company. Too fucking bad it's two months after we thought that we'd have renters. Talk about a serious suckage of fundage. Ah well, all is well. I'm alive.

Haylee continues to grow and learn and really freak me out now that she's sort of evolving into personhood. She now is fully mobile including pulling herself up to coffee-table height and bookshelf-height (weeee! *Gleefully tosses DVDs about the livingroom*) I'm just very thankful that things have worked out so that I get to spend these formative months at home with her. I really wouldn't trade it for the world.

Lessee.. what else. Oh, I nearly burned the house down today when the BBQ grease pan caught fire. I couldn't remember if it was flour or baking soda that put out grease fires, so I guessed... wrong. Word to the wise.. throwing flour onto a grease fire produces a massive fireball. Being that the BBQ is underneath an overhang of the second floor of this house.. and that the fireball scorched the underside of the patio.. and that the grease fire went on for probably 5-10 minutes before I detected it (was pre-heating for some chicken).. it's a miracle that it didn't melt down, blow up, or otherwise set the patio furniture on fire or the house-proper. You should have seen the flames billowing out of the thing.. LOL..

Sigh. Anyway..

I've been spending most (all) of my free time cranking on learning to do 3D modelling in XSI, and am happy to report that I now know that I know very little. The fun just begins with the actual 3D model, aparently. Now I need to learn to UV map, texture, skin, and skeleton/joint the models. Weee. In all seriousness, it's a ton of fun.. like drawing in .. well.. three dimensions. I'm enjoying the creative outlet and ability to project what's in my head onto the screen.

Here's my latest work in progress, a sort of all-purpose patrol vehicle. It's a three-man, three-treaded job.. still not completed, but getting closer. It needs some detail work and some finishing work on the suspension.. but the shape is there:

Outrider concept vehicle, front view
Outrider concept vehicle, rear view

Ciao! I'll try to not be so sparse.

Hey San-Fran crowd.. there's a strong possibility that I'll be in town for a Raider game this fall (probably the San Diego game).. maybe we can rouse a little gaming and drunken tribulations?

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Ramblings

- Got a DVD today called Still Reigning, which is live footage of Slayer playing their masterpiece album Reign in Blood in it's entirety. During the song, Reign in BLood, which is the last song on the album, they had a stage prop that rained "blood" on the band as they performed. I was filled with nostalgia, giddiness, and awe. There's something powerful in a band that feels they can pull that off on stage, and then when it's all done and said, it's as if it was a long time coming for something like that. I don't know what I'm saying, but it was effective and cool.

- Played a mess of Up Front against myself before leaving for 5 days on a fun family NoCal get away weekend. Sometimes the Germans won, sometimes the Americans did. But the real winner is me, for playing a card game by myself, against myself.

- My allergies have been taking a crap in my head recently. No me gusta.

- Our old house on Highland has been somewhat gutted and redone with a new kitchen, bathroom, and some new floors and fixtures. The woman wants 150% of what we sold it to her for in November. I can't even concieve she will get that price, but then again, I thought we were crazy to sell for what we did. Shows how much I know, and I am kinda currently making it my profession!

- Good Luck Mike on your final lecture of your UCLA stint on Friday! Party hearty! And WTF with the certain dinner party you were attending a few weeks back? Did it go swimmingly?

- Yeah, stay away from Fremont, Johnny. That place is fucking nuts right now. Unless you go come prepared with the magneto-repello codpieces. Those things are lifesavers.

- There should be a comic, movie and TV show based on the short story Fuck, by Jon Petersen. The best part of the franchise would be the action figures. Those would be the hit of ComicCon! English Mike with Skull-Fuck Action! JP with Leather Jacket and Lifelike Track Marks! Posie with Sidekick South Africa Philip! In stores now!

- Taking an extension class at UCLA this summer. "Entrepreneurship and Starting a New Venture" class. It's in Royce Hall, so I will feel like a real UCLA student who went to Big Boy School!
Mutiny with the 8th graders.

So, many of you may or may not know, I am teaching 8th grade right now at Jefferson Middle School in Torrance. Last Friday, I had a substitute, and he wrote a note that included the following statement, "I will never come back and sub this class ever again." Whatever.

Come to find out that not only were the kids bad during class, they were also horrible and disrespectful during an assembly that day. I found this out after school on Monday. On Tuesday, I was planning on working with them on the persuasive essay and jsut screwing around until the end of school, but in light of the new information about the bahavior at the assembly, I decided to have them write a persuasive essay about why they think they deserve 8th grade activities at the end of the year. Mind you, these activities are supposed to be fun, but they are not entitled to it. The parties and stuff are rewards.

Well, this pissed off the kids somethin' awful and now there is this whole teacher versus student anger going on. 1) Take responsibility for your behavior, you turds. 2) Stop trying to defend your indefensible behavior, you little shits. 3) Stop pissing me off.

More to come on this, I am sure. I am never having kids. They all grow up to be 13 or 14 years old at some point.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Rudy, Think "Move Out, Don't Mess Around..."

But the guy I really wanna hear is our man setting up the auxiliary branch in the Phillipines, Ja-El. What's up over there man? Dude the East Bay scene has really changed since you were here. Like right after you left, your home city decided they wanted to way sex the place up so they started putting newer, sexier mottos in the BART stations and stuff, I included a picture.



Anyway the image revamp pretty much worked because like a month ago all these hot chicks moved in, seriously a fuckin ton. They're doe-eyed young women with high, firm breasts and soft, willing lips. They're crazy for cock and they're more than willing to share their men, and themselves, with their lady friends.

But dude... not all is well in Fremont. These chicks go crazy with the sex and are draining the life out of any man with a groin who goes nearby. Enron and I stay the fuck out of there and when we do have to go we wear iron magnetic codpieces and stick close to each other. When we get in a jam we reverse the polarities and that causes us to fly like 50' apart. But anyway it's a last-resort thing for when we get in a fuckin' mess.

Anyway the reason I mention all this is because seriously the word on the street is that only virile, twentysomething (I emphasize 20something because these chicks will eat younger guys alive) men with mastery of Taiwanese sex tricks can take back Fremont. Some dudes tried Mainland China tricks but dude... they got so fucked up. We need you man, Fremont needs you bad.

Monday, June 06, 2005

Another feather in the hat..

The hat forged by Satan.

Well, some thought it would never happen, others falsely claimed it was imminent on hundreds of occasions, but it finally transpired. By word of Steve "I'm Steve" Jobs at the WWDC Keynote, Apple will phase out the use of IBM PowerPC processors in their Macs and switch to Intel. Boooo-urns... I had been holding my breath that if this had to happen, the contract would go to AMD. No Dice. Word is out on the street that the conversion should be fairly seemless, unlike the oh so "Damn I'm Smooth; I'm so smooth I gotta beard on my hands" transition from the Old 680x0 Motorola chips to PowerPC.

Quote of the day:
" I felt something, a disturbance in the network, as if a million mac zealots cried out in horror and were suddenly silenced. Sorry, just seemed appropriate." -Anonymous Slashdotter

In other news. Wine is my nemesis right now. Stupid lack of self control. Go to Napa and spend money will you. Asshole!

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