Vermillion's Brain

State of the Blog Address - January 2012

2012-01-04T09:47:00.000-05:00

Well, another year is upon us, and my writing haunches are tingling again. Normally a little prune juice would take care of that, but not this time. Nope, it seems more drastic measures must be taken.

So I am once again dusting off the cobwebs and making use of my Google account. So let's see: what could I possibly put here now?

Well for one, I signed up for Cannonball Read again. Number Four this time. I had no trouble reading the books, it was the reviews that got me. Will I try video again, or will I stick to text? At this point, I don't know. I still want to try something a bit more attention grabbing, and a bit less dependent on my typo-riddling fingers. We shall see how the winds of fate take us.

As far as anything else, I am simply taking it one step at a time. Feeling myself out. If you wish to join me in feeling myself, otu or otherwise, you are welcome to come along.

Closing out.

2011-09-23T23:27:00.000-04:00

By the way, here are the books I managed to finish for CBR3.

Prometheus Deception (already posted text)
Unseen Academicals (posted, then deleted video)
Heroics For Beginners (the video I was working on)
Star Wars: Shatterpoint
Corsair (Forgotten Realms novel)
Avenger (sequel to Corsair)
First Lord's Fury
Thud!
Revenge of the Cold Machines (a GITS: Stand alone Complex novel)
White Maze (a GITS: Stand alone Complex novel)
Stick to Drawing Comics, Monkey Brain!

Books I planned to read:

Thief of Time
Star Wars The Force Unleashed novelization
Star Wars The Force Unleashed II novelization
In His Majesty's Service (collected Temeraire novels)
Black Gun, Silver Star
Neverwhere
Kingdom Come novelization
Operation Chaos re-read
Dilbert Future re-read
Fool Moon
Reaper Man

Good night.

The finale.

2011-09-23T20:09:00.001-04:00

Some time ago, I got into a discussion with some members of my family about my taste in movies. Specifically, my dislike of films such as Transformers 2 and the oeuvre of Tyler Perry. Somebody asked if the reason such films infuriate me is because I feel that I can do better. That such drek pisses me off because I see it as a waste. At the time, I honestly thought that was the case. I really did believe that I COULD make a better movie than them.

This last month or so, I have realized that this was wrong. I hate those films, yes, but not because I think I can do better. I KNOW I can't do better. I can't even attempt to do better.

I recently attempted to try and add some much need flourish to my stagnant blog here. I was brimming with ideas. I was going to do video! I was going to do funny lists! I was going to do reviews and sketches and all kinds of crazy stuff and make the most of this little corner of cyberspace. Cannonball Read 3 was supposed to be the catalyst for this new change. I was going to do more than a tossed together text review like I did before. I was going to engage and shit.

But when it came down to it, I couldn't do it. My first review was a textual mess, my second a rushed video that I deleted off the site. I promised myself I was going to do better with the next one. I wrote a script, had it proofread and everything. Had my camera ready to go. But I couldn't do it.

I got a email form a casting director from my flirtation with reality TV. They were asking for submissions for a new show and everything. I was going to do that, too. Figured this would get me to be more comfortable talking about myself to other people, something I always struggled with. But I couldn't even get past answering the sample questions. I didn't even get past question 4. Out of 11.

And you want to know what freaks me out the most about doing this? It isn't criticism. I understand criticism. Like it or not, it has a point. Whether it is constructive or not, criticism shows that not only are people seeing your work, but they care enough about it to say something, even if it is "this sucks!".

Nope, it is silence. They are right when they say there is no such thing as bad publicity; even invective and bile is better than utter. FUCKING. SILENCE. When people don't care, when they honestly don't give a shit, they don't waste their time saying so. They simply ignore you. Take a look around here. Who comes to this site? Who is actually being entertained by this? By the looks of it, not a damn soul. The "top" post as far as views on this site came from a comment a wrote about a naked picture scandal. Whoopee.

Do you realize how hard it is to be creative? To put thought to paper, to film, to screen? To put something so infused with yourself out in public for people to criticize? It is ROUGH. I have always respected people who could do it, but now, I can't ever knock someone for doing it. They are indeed doing something I simply CANNOT do. Even the people who I think are terrible at it are capable of doing more than I ever will.

....

....

So yeah, I'm not doing this anymore. I just can't.

No videos. No blog posts. No commentaries. Nothing. It is simply not meant to be.

If you could do me a favor, the three or so of you actually reading this, if you catch me online complaining about something (a movie, a person, whatever) remind me of this, so I can shut up.

Because I can only complain if I can do better. And I can't.

Cannonball Read 3 Review #2 - Unseen Academicals by Terry Pratchett

2011-08-01T09:01:00.001-04:00

Cannonball Read 3 Review #2: Unseen Academicals from Claude Weaver on Vimeo.

My second review in the CBR3 series, I take on Unseen Academicals by Terry Pratchett. Look what six months of writer's block gets you!

My First YouTube Video: Southern Fried Bacon

2011-03-22T13:41:00.001-04:00

Here is my first actual uploaded video EVARRRR. If you like it, i do plan on doing mroe vlog-style posts in the immediate future.

EDIT: Attempt two with Vimeo uploading.

Southern Fried Bacon Day 1 from Claude Weaver on Vimeo.

Oh it makes me weep at how bad it is.

Cannonball Read III #1: The Prometheus Deception by Robert Ludlum

2011-01-24T18:02:00.000-05:00

Ah yes, Robert Ludlum.

While everybody now knows him as the guy Matt Damon should present his next child to Roots-style, Ludlum, along with Ian Fleming and Tom Clancy (and John Le Carre to a lesser extent), should be considered one of the codifiers of the image of the modern covert operative in fiction. And like them, Ludlum had his own signature style, namely that one guy goes around and beats the crap out of other guys in increasigly verbose titles with the same "The (adjective) (noun)" naming scheme.

I figured, since I am a big fan of the Bourne films, and I wanted to streatch my reading boundaries some, I would tackle a Ludlum novel. It just so happened that I found a nice bundle of them on sale at a local thrift store, and this one was the only one I could put my hands after the ugliness of a few months ago. But enough about me, to the book!

Meet Nick Bryson, near-legendary operative for a super-secret organization only known as the Directorate. Answerable only to the President (presumably), the Directorate has no ties with any other agencies, and as far as anyone is concerned, they do not exist. After a paticularly brutal mussion where is his greviously wounded (seriously, I visibly flinched when I read the aprt about the knife going...where it went), Nick is forced into retirement.

Five years later, he is now Jonas Barrrett, colelge professor. Of course, that doesn't really have any point past this quarter of a chapter, because the CIA comes calling, giving Bryson an excuse to engage in some counter-intel hijinks before they corner him at his home. He is told that the Directorate was not an U.S. agency, but a Russian sleeper group, and that all his mission were actually against American interests. So now Bryson is recruited to use his experience to find out what the Directorate is up to. This leads to a floating weapons bazaar, a worldwide phenomena of coordinated terrorist attacks, and something called "Prometheus".

If that sounds kinda familiar, you may recognize as the central conceit of a little show called Alias. Quite a few reviews make a big deal about that (even the Wikipedia page does it), but really, there is very little similar between the two. As far as the book itself, it is a pretty fast read for 500 pages. The pacing is nice and,crisp, the plot (while not groundbreaking) had enough twists to keep me engaged, and the action was brutal and beleiveable. In other words, what you would expect from the guy who created Jason Bourne.

Bryson is a pretty engaging protagonist. The closest I could come up with for a comparison is probably Michael Westen from Burn Notice. He is viciously pragmatic, but stillhas that streak of honor and loyalty that always gets taken advantage of. Of course, around the tenth time he questions everything hes ever known and wonders who can he trust, I did kinda wnat him to shut up with the existential crisis crap. Motherfucker, you are a spy. People lie to you, dela with it, punch them in the face, and move on. Ted Waller, the head of the Directorate and Bryson's best friend-turned-enemy(?) is a decent fellow and a manipulative bastard of the highest degree. The book repeated shows how Waller's lessons help Bryson deal with the situation, almost like he trained Bryson specifically for this purpose. For all I know, he did. The other characters are functional to say the least. Elena (Nick's wife) does her duty as resident hacker type (refreshingly not some Hollywood Hacker type, but a fairly realistic cryptographer), but besides giving Nick something else to moan about, doesn't have much else to do. And don't bother getting to attracted to any other characters, because they will die. Usually within 50 pages. And offscreen. As far as the big reveal of "Prometheus", it was....kinda underwhelming. I wish I could really discuss it, but spoilers and all that. I may go into more detail on my blog (BLATANT PLUG ALERT), but suffice it to say, the main antagonist (if one could call him that) does have a sympathetic story and motivation. But he ends up more like a Macguffin than an actual character.

In conclusion, I have to say the book was quite entertaining, and while I did get a bit irked at some parts, it wasn't enough to keep me from reading. I can totally see this getting the film treatment, and if the rest of Ludlum's work is the same, i am surprised Hollywood hasn't done more to take advantage.

Anyway, thank for reading my review. I welcome all comments, and feel free to ask for mroe detail.

Snow Day...Hell, Snow WEEK

2011-01-12T08:25:00.000-05:00

Well, if you haven't heard, Most of Atlanta is under a crapload of snow. I mean, the whole city is FROZEN. Nobody is going anywhere. On top of that, I managed to get stuck with laryngitis and a snuffed nose for the last few days. So it was a ball of fun time for me.

What that means for you is that I can no longer procrastinate using an every increasing list of excuses be forced to deprive myself of entertianing you good followers any longer.

So while I prep my CB3 reviews (I swear they are coming), I figure I might talk to you about the hours upon hours of television I have subjected myself to. I am glad that I finally caught up on several films I had missed before.

So, without further ado:

Superman II: Not ragging on it or anything (Lord knows I wouldn't do that), but during the street fight scene (where Superman is crushed by a bus and thought dead) I noticed that 1) Metropolis citizens are wishy-washy as hell. How many times does this guy have to save them before they stop bitching and moaning everytime he leaves for a few minites. damn ya'll. And 2) there is at least one really awesome citizen though who, in response to the threat of three superbeings, goes "Let's get them, I know a little judo." No, go and watch it again, and listen for it. That is probably the bravest dumbass in cinematic extra history.

Book of Eli: Huh. Well, I think this film falls in the same pit as, say, Hancock, where I can see where they were going, and they started off pretty good, but they had no idea how they were going to keep it up the entire length. Plus, any subtext the movie had, especially around the whole "religion as a social weapon" pretty much became text. Look, I wasn't as flummoxed as apparently so many others were when the big twists happened, but I do see where the disappointment lies. By the way: so the Bible and (assumedly) all religious texts are destroyed. But books that reference those texts, like say, The Da Vinci Code were not (a copy of which are shown amognst the books brought to Carnegie in the early parts of the movie). Huh. I did like the design though. and Jennifer Beals and Mila Kunis didn't hurt things.

Dragonball Evolution: Look, I amde a deal with myself to watch at least one really shitty movie while I was sick, and it was either this or Battlefield Earth at the time. And you know what? It isn't as horrible as I thought. Now hold ON. It is still terrible. But honestly, if they cut all the compeltely unecessary high school subplot, it would have been a lot more accurate to the anime storyline. Still would ahve been a blight on humanity and another reason I still sneak my anime in, but it would have been a less bitter pill to swallow.

Women In Trouble: Well, the title is quite accurate. And it is hella funny and sad and crazy and brilliant. And i probably shouldn't be this turned on, but I mean, have you seen this film? If I wasn't at least uncomfortably aroused, I might be doing it wrong. And look at Mentalist-guy being all pensive and shit...

Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus: Well, if you have noticed, I don't relaly ahve a lot to say about the good ones. Here is another. Hot damn. I see why Terry Gilliam gets such love. And I gotta say, didn't see the last few minutes coming. Woof. But on a more serious note, if one had to ahve a last film, you could do worse like Street Fighter and I will leave it at that.

Black Dynamite: Still awesome as hell. By the way, laughing hard while having laryngitis is not a good idea. You will nearly die.

Series 7 The Contenders: I had seen this some years ago, and when I saw it on the guide, I had to turn in on again. For those of you unaware, think Battle Royale as a reality show. It is pretty fucked up, and great as hell. It is still trippy as hell to recognize folks from this film on other stuff (let me tell you, for a while I thought Grey's Anatomy was about to get reeeeeeaaaalllly interesting). And this was before the whole reality show influx thing, too. I wonder what a followup would look like.

Still Kicking...

2011-01-08T15:53:00.001-05:00

Sorry for the lack of updates. Been hit with a mind-numbing case of larygitis, with a stuffed nose chaser.

I barely have the dtrength to put this up. But hey, it is something.

Also, I am still putting my new computer through it's paces. So far, so good. I might even be able to run Dragon Age on this thing. If that happens, then this blog is a goner.

Harder Than Looks

2011-01-02T17:37:00.008-05:00

Well, second day, second post.

Annnnnnddddd....nuthin'.

It doesn't help that my laptop (which has all my first drafts and such) is crapping out on me faster and faster. I have another one lined up in my sights, but I just don't have the money (and if the state government has any say, I won't have it anytime soon).

Arrrrgh.

Hopefully i can at least get the first of my CR# book reviews out this week. But I may end up having to revise my whole "post a day" goal, at least until I get a more reliable machine.

Damn. Damn it all.

If you could become any fictional character, who would you be?

2011-01-02T17:09:00.001-05:00

I would have said Harry Dresden, but after "Changes", FUCK NO. And Jim Butcher, you are a bastard. A brilliant bastard, but a bastard nonetheless.

Ask me anything

What 3 things do you think will become obsolete in the next ten years?

2011-01-02T17:07:00.001-05:00

1) Snuggies. They will be replaced with a new model that incorporate a massager and a tray for nachos.
2) Human flesh. GIVE ME MY SOUL OF CHROME, YOU TRANS-HUMANIST BASTARDS!!!!!
3) Google. Just kidding. They will rule us all.

Ask me anything

Happy New Year!

2011-01-01T01:03:00.001-05:00

[insert Auld Lang Syne here]

Yep, another year, another attempt at total domination....I mean, another attempt at making something of the blog. Yeah.

Oh, I totally meant it when I said I was going to force myself to post every day for a year. I wanted to have a new laptop to do it, but the funds are slow in the coming.* In order to give myself actual stuff to talk about, I have developed a five step plan:

1) Make sure blog is still active (check)

2) Sign up for Cannonball Read (check)

3) Prepare to rewatch/reread my entire media collection

4) ??????

5) Profit!

Okay, okay. Hopefully, with all the practice I will be getting this year, the humor will get better. A little bit. Fine, it might actually get worse. Like puns worse.

Well, I am feeling a little tipsy off the Manischewitz ('cause kosher is how I roll) and I still have a few more blogs to rip off places to visit for Inspiration. If I plan this right, my next post should be my first ever Cannonball Read review! I cannot wait, and I am sure it will be a doozy!**

So I say good night, and I wish you and yours a happy and prosperous 2011. Especially Obama, Because he is gonna need all the well wishes he can get.***

*Anybody feel like donating to this somewhat worthy cause can email or IM me for info on where to send the sewwweeeeet cashola.

**I am not that sure.

***And that is about as political as I am gonna get.

The Brain Receptacle in 2011

2010-12-01T21:07:00.001-05:00

Thanks to some recent developments in my personal life, I have been taking stock and reevaluating my life as is and as it is going to be.

While there are some things I am pleased with (JOB!!!), I find myself dissatisfied with other aspects of my life. Chief among them, I don't believe I have developed my creativity as much as I would have liked, especially when it comes to this blog and other manifestations of my online persona.

I just look around at some of my favorite Web haunts and think "I have a great idea for this," or "I wish I could have done that". It feels as though I am still playing catch-up with the rest of the internet. Maybe if I had started delving in it sooner, I wouldn't feel so left behind.

I recently started reading this book "ADD and Creativity" by Dr. Lynn Weiss, Ph.D. It has helped me realize a number of things about myself that I didn't know or refused to believe. Number one among those things is that I can be just as creative and entertaining as anyone, and that I shouldn't let 20-some odd years of "mismanagement" (not fair to call it anything worse) by family and friends keep me in the same self-loathing rut I have been in.

So starting January 1st, I will take on a quite monumental task: I am going to post at least once a day, EVERYDAY, for a WHOLE YEAR. Sometimes I may stock up for a week and take a breather, and sometimes I may only manage a Twitter update. But dammit, I am going to do it.

But I will need your help. Yes, you, random or not-so-random blog reader. I need feedback. I need to know I am not just screaming into the darkness here. I ask you to respond, as positively as your blackened hearts can muster. This is important. I wouldn't ask this if it wasn't.

I am tired of talking to myself because nobody around me is interested in what I have to say. I want to have a conversation. I want to engage.

And most of all, I want to have some purpose.

Even if it is merely to make your day go by a few minutes faster.

Thank you,

Vermillion

So Finally, The Robbery Story

2010-11-18T14:38:00.000-05:00

I know I promised this some time ago, but only recently have I found myself able to sit down and compose my thoughts. For those who I told before, there may be some things I didn't mention. For those who have no idea what this is about, well keep reading.

More than a month ago (on the 1st of October to be exact) I was home alone. My roommate was out at a late class, and my dad was next door at his residence. I was just getting off the phone with my mom telling her good night, when I heard a loud thump near the front of the house. Curious, I stood up and headed from my room towards the door.

The front door smashed in, sending the door jamb flying across the the sofa in the living room. Five or six men stormed inside, covered all in dark clothing and brandishing guns. They pushed me down on the floor and told me not to look up.

Needless to say, i did not feel like arguing.

They pulled everything from my pockets and began ransacking the house, stepping on my back to maneuver around. They wanted to know where the money was, since for some strange reason, somebody told them we were dope dealers. I denied it, and they did not believe me.

This went on for about an hour or so. They took all my cash and even the pile of change my roommate had on a side table. They then proceeded to break into my dad's place and repeat the same. They left just as my roommate got home. They also took my cell phone and all my keys.

You think that would be the end of it. Call the cops, do the report, get some things and stay overnight somewhere else. Well that is what I thought. Until I found out that they broke BACK IN after we boarded up the house and stole anything of value. Which is weird, because if it was the same guys, they would have still had my keys, and had no need to kick in the other, unboarded door.

Goodbye desktop.

Goodbye PS3 and Xbox 360.

Goodbye HD projector.

Goodbye cell

Goodbye horses....wait.

As noted by my roommate (who had his keyboard and guitars taken) the thieves made damn sure they didn't touch my books. I think text longer than a Smooth article acts like nigga garlic. And make no mistake, these were niggas (in the Boondocks sense of the word).

So now, all that I have left of my digital life is confined to my aging laptop and some burned discs of various utility. I am slowly rebuilding myself to the titan of technology you love and worship. But at least now you understand (at least some of) my online reclusiveness.

More to come soon....

A Bit of a Rant

2010-09-19T19:43:00.000-04:00

I have been doing a lot of introspection lately.

I find that I am an odd duck. Well, odder than most. It seems that I crave the attention of any other latchkey child turned internet attention whore, but I feel unable to actually attempt to do the work to get it.

It’s like this: I am technically a genius. I say “technically” because I can put the numbers on the board, but I rarely do, mostly because I find that it just brings on more trouble than it is worth. This is because members of my family, while usually quite caring and such, have the really annoying habit.

They think that just because I use big words, I can do all the shit they can’t do. Even worse, when I am unable to do those things to satisfaction, they look at me like I shot up a classroom or something. It never seems to sink in that I can’t simply pick up a topic and know it immediately, or even if I could, that I would even want to.

Look, I don’t know accounting alright? I didn’t go to school for that, and for a good reason: I HATE ACCOUNTING! I thought bookkeeping was what all those librarians were pissed at me for! The extent of my knowledge of the accounting profession is: if you can’t pay someone, buy Quickbooks. There. That is all I know. And that is pretty much all I want to know, BECAUSE I DON’T GIVE A SHIT!

That goes for the following:

Web Site Design (beyond the basics)

Taxes

Tire Sales

Auto Repair

Insurance

Charter Bus Services

ANY AND ALL TYPES OF BUSINESS MANAGEMENT. I HAVE SEN WHAT IT TAKES TO OWN A BUSINESS, AND I DON’T WANT TO OWN A GODDAMN BUSINESS. FUCK OWNING A BUSINESS. YOU JUST FUCKING PAY ME, AND YOU GET YOUR WORK DONE. I DON’T CARE ABOUT BEING AN ENTREPRENEUR. I DON’T WANT TO BE THE MALE OPRAH. I DON’T GIVE A SHIIIIIIITTTTT!!!!

GAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!

Now look. This doesn’t mean I don’t have dreams. But nobody gives a shit about my dreams. No, let me correct that. If I have a dream, then I must be able to explain exactly how I am to achieve this dream in a reasonable amount of time, and how it would benefit the person I am speaking to, oftentimes my dad.

Oh God, my dad. I have expressed my….displeasure with his sense of “helping” me before. And the more I think about it, the more I realize exactly how much he screwed me up. Through extensive research into my past, I have discovered that my dad has been either wholly responsible or somehow involved in every traumatic psyche-shaping event in my life. From my fear of swimming to my fear of failure, he had some part in it.

Does it make any sense to require that your child explain, in detail, how playing RPGs and/or video games are going to make said child rich and successful? It is if I wanted to play a game of flag football with my friends, and the only way I could was to spell out my plans to get into the NFL. It is stupid, it is selfish, and it is emotionally scarring. Parents, please, let your kids have fun. They are FUCKING KIDS. They have no idea what the hell they want to do with their lives. They are supposed to explore that as FUCKING KIDS. They play and pretend so that they can understand the world and themselves. Just because I could read at two years old (note: I did this so I could order my own goddamn Happy Meal and make sure they had the right toy in it), it doesn’t mean that I am some exploitable commodity who has to justify his worth. Or, maybe I am. It is what he taught me, apparently.

And from there, came my fear of failure, and by extension, my lack of desire to try anything new. Why would a person want to risk looking bad or not being successful if they have someone harping on how much I need to be successful? All it does is make a person only want to stick with the safe and easy. The things they know they can’t mess up. By demanding this person justify their ambitions, you pretty much kill any ambition they have. Nobody wants to follow a dream if they have to keep explaining why they even have it.

Thank God I was never a child star. I probably would have made Gary Coleman look like Dakota Fanning (who, as of yet, I have never seen to be all that crazy for a kid star. I don’t get why so many people seem to want her screwed up, and in the same breath, complain about Lindsay Lohan. You people are fucked up.).

Okay, I am rambling, and really, I don’t know if anyone is going to find this worth reading in the least. I just wanted to put something down on this blog, if only to start breaking the habit. I don’t like being afraid of change, and I really do want this to take off. So I am going to force myself to write something, anything, every day and put it on this site. It may not make too much sense at the time (ADHD is like that), but at least it will be something different. And who knows, you might just like it.

Just don’t tell my dad. I don’t want to have to explain this.

Updates, Updates, Updates.

2010-07-22T16:36:00.002-04:00

For those of you following my little site here, first off, thanks. I know I haven't been rpoviding much content as of late, but I do intend to change that. I simply have too much insanity to keep to myself.

Second, as you can see, I have overhauled the site again, including a new title. I figured that it would recharge my blogging juices while encouraging me to post more (a project is a lot more appealing than a receptacle, brain or otherwise).

Last, a lot more changes are planned, including possibly my first ever VIDEO post. Do stay tuned, if only to want a man go insane through the Internet.

Well, another one.

Of Course! It All Makes Sense!

2010-04-29T10:23:00.000-04:00

Here is the video of Larry Wilmore's piece on last night's Daily Show. I lost precious oxygen because of this.

Can you guess which part was my favorite?

The Daily Show With Jon Stewart

Mon - Thurs 11p / 10c

Republicans Want Michael Steele to Fail

www.thedailyshow.com

Daily Show Full Episodes

Political Humor

Tea Party

I want to be this man when I grow up. Although, I am not going on The Daily Show. That is HIS sh-t.

If you had to give up one favorite food, what would the most difficult?

2010-04-20T19:18:00.001-04:00

Peanut butter. Next?

Ask me anything

What video game have you played the most?

2010-04-20T18:44:00.001-04:00

Probably Max Payne 2, or really, the many mods for the game. It is a pretty quick distraction, rather than most of my games, which tend to be lengthy RPGs that ask for some commitment.

Ask me anything

When was the last time you received flowers?

2010-04-20T18:42:00.001-04:00

Never. At all. *tear*

Ask me anything

What was the best job you've ever had?

2010-04-20T16:40:00.001-04:00

So far? Doing repair work in my school's IT department. Loved the hell out of it. Yeah it wasn't much in the way of pay or acclaim, but it was enough. And I loved the people there.

I will reach for the stars, but I am happy with being just above ground.

Ask me anything

Do you like your university? On a scale of 1 to 10:

2010-04-20T16:24:00.001-04:00

5, maybe 6. I appreciate it for what it is. I recognize that while it may not have been the perfect choice for me, the connections I made there, the experiences I had, really shaped me. I wouldn't trade them for anything.

Except maybe a better GPA.

Ask me anything

Ten years from now. 2020. What's your life like?

2010-04-20T16:17:00.001-04:00

Either I wll have some low-ambition job that covers my bills and leaves me enough free time to game, or I will have taken over the world in some form or another. Either or really.

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Who would you have played in Star Wars?

2010-04-20T16:14:00.001-04:00

Jar Jar. Just kidding. Hell, as long as I got a lightsaber, I would be happy. Not even Jedi, just a damn lightsaber.

By the way, Mace totally went out like a bitch.

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2010-04-20T14:05:00.001-04:00

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