Having watched Last Exile, I have realized several things about the future equipment of my evil minions. First, the whole black and silver theme the Silvana officers had going on was pretty nifty looking. Also, my minions must fly around in those fighters the Guild had. Because, ok. Not only does it fly pretty much wherever it wants to, it can also walk around on land like a spider, or float in water. The only downside is the weaponry. Because, while quad MGs may have been respectable in the whole Sky Captain and the Chivalric Combat of Tomorrow world of Last Exile, or the 1930s, and while I have all confidence in my men's abilities to defeat Tom Cruise in a dogfight, some missiles would go a long way towards the eventuality that I will eventually find myself in beyond visual range fights with F-15s or something.

We will, however, be giving the whole flying battleship thing a miss. Because, honestly, didn't work out so well for anybody. Besides, my forces will have that novel new invention, gunpowder.

Just thought you'd all like to know.

Late summer. Wherein A, it apparently rains, thus relieving the working rabbits of the world, who enjoy a nice temperate day for once, and B, we discover that you can apparently eat corn on the cob with any random meal, including assorted Chinese food and ling cod.

Because, well, Dad likes corn on the cob, and it shows.

"Falling Water of Warmth, +5 Con."
---Whir

Western Oregon University

August 24, 2005

Dear Erik:

Congratulations! Your application for admission to graduate study at Western Oregon University has been approved for Winter 2006 as a Resident. I am pleased to welcome you and am glad you will be joining the Western Community.

etc, etc.

Also wherein we register for the English Praxis IIs for 9/17, and rediscover that ETS sucks the good suck. Also wherein we discover that the only available Praxis I date is 9/14, which is way less than good, but oh well.

Now then, Diablo. I'm going to thwart you, too.

I guess I should probably, you know, say something here every so often. Apologies. I started playing Diablo II again, and then I dragged Whir into it, and, well...yeah. You know how it goes.

Working at the library Wednesday, as I am wont to do from time to time, I ran into a delimma, and it was this. Working check-in, as I do, it is astonishingly easy to come across books than people have checked in that sound like books that you may like to read. And since you're right there and all, you can set said book to the side and check it out for yourself. Figure I check in a few hundred books each day, and you perhaps begin to see the depths of my temptation, here.

So it's fairly rare that I don't leave on a Wednesday without checking out SOMETHING to read. Wherein lies the problem. Because I also do other things besides read in my life, my backlog previous to this week looks like:

John Lewis Gaddis - We Now Know: Rethinking Cold War History (Due in a week. Currently scrambling to finish having had it for almost 2 months)

Gerald Astor - The Mighty Eighth: The Air War In Europe As Told By The Men Who Fought It (Just finished after about a month. More delimma - it was a good book, and now I want to read more of his stuff)

Patrick O'Brien - Master and Commander (Well, it's ok. The whole Napoleonic ship thing isn't quite doing it for me though. But it does remind me to see if I can find more Sharpe novels.)

Also in the same stretch of time, I read The Great Gatsby and at least 2 other books I don't remember. Gatsby was really good, for the record. Damn HS for making me read Hemingway and not Fitzgerald.

On the waiting to be read list, we have:

Charles Adams - When in the Course of Human Events: Arguing the Case for Southern Secession (Yeah, I dunno. But it's short, and it's always interesting seeing what the enemy thinks. Which is why one of these days I want to read Mein Kampf)

David Anthony Durham - Pride of Carthage (It's a novel about Hannibal. How could I not read it?)

And then, because I am weak, I noticed in the checkin pile this week:

John Sugden - Nelson: A Dream of Glory, 1758-1797

I saw it and said "Cool!" And then I said "But it's 800 pages. When am I gonna read all that?" and put it back on the cart. But then I said "But you want to!" and took it off the cart and checked it out.

What's worse is two things. First one is that Astor and Sugden both have other books that sound like cool things to read. If Sugden's any good, I'm doomed - he's also got biographies of Sir Francis Drake and Tecumseh, both people I'd like to know more about. Too, Gaddis' book has me wanting to find a biography of Nasser and read THAT, because he sounds interesting.

The second thing is my existing to read pile of stuff I own, which is getting frightening. Among other things, we have a history of Japan's involvement in China and the Pacific through 1945, Shirer's Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, Keegan's The Face of Battle, a biography of George Washington, a history of the ancient world, a history of the Supreme Court, and a pair of boxed sets containing books on World War II and women in history. Also half of the complete Far Side collection. Most of this stuff has been waiting since Christmas, and some of it's been waiting for two or three years.

Which isn't really a complaint. I'm actually fairly happy about it, because right now I'm reading more things that I want to read than at any point since high school. Since going over to England in the beginning of '04, I've probably read more books , definitely for fun but maybe total as well, than in the previous three or four years combined. College really takes it out of you.

For you Wheel of Time readers in the audience, I encourage you to read these plot summaries, because they are funny. In fact, I encourage you all to read them, because much of what goes on is universally amusing. If nothing else, you need to browse down to the Lord of Chaos one and read the first part, because it's the funniest thing on the Internet since the WWII as an RTS thing.

Anyway. So I had a day today, which is aptly described by a conversation I had with Whir earlier:

Me: You know, today was considerably less fun than it could've been.

Whir: Oh?

Me: Yeah. So I'm doing more mowing up the hill, see. And it's all like this:

*mowing, mowing* Oh, look, blackberries. *destroys blackberries* Oh, fire pit. Avoid fire pit. *avoids fire pit* Ok, now let's do this wide open part out back that has a few thistles. *mowing, mowing, mowing, tractor suddenly vanishes in gigantic mud pit reminiscent of the mechanical version of the La Brea Tar Pits*

Me: What the hell was that?

Mud Pit: *glurp*

Whir: Heh.

Me: So we're like "lumber!" The now foot deep mud is like "Yeah, not so much." So we're like "gravel!" And the mud pit is like "Nice try, but no."

Seriously there's this random spot with like, 2 foot deep mud. And a fence. I ran over a fence. Because apparently the fence sank into the swamp.

Whir: Hahahah.

Me: So we're thinking maybe we can get a pickup and a chain.

Whir: Yeah. Another tractor would probably work better, but.

Me: Well, you know. All the people we know with them. Not that we know a lot of people with pickups.

Whir: If I was there, we'd just use my leet mud bog skills and drive it out.

Me: We surely did try. It's like driving through water, though. And I think I high centered myself.

Whir: You high-centered a TRACTOR?!

Me: This mud pit is pretty hardcore. The rear tires are, I dunno, 4 foot. A good foot and a half of that is buried in mud.

Whir: Good grief.

Me: Like I said. It's like, the mechanized La Brea Mud Pits.

-------------------

So, rather later, Dad gets home, and we show up. And he's all like "Huzzah! L33t tract0r skillz +5!" and does this thing with the bucket and gets the tractor out. And the rest of us are like "Owned."

Except how Dad would never actually talk in leet. Because he's Dad. But you get the idea.

So today's lesson is, beware dirt. It's very perilous.

In one of those events where it becomes obvious that my mind works a bit strangely, I was cleaning my room today, and I was like "I wonder how many books I own?" Turns out it's about 500, counting everything from my multi-thousand page history of the world to play manuscripts. As a conservative estimate, you can further figure that I've read somewhere between 3 and 5 times that number of books I don't own, be they borrowed, loaned from the library, or things I used to own. So I've probably read something between 1500 and 3000 books of all types over the course of the, oh, 20 or so years that I've been able to comprehend the written word. Of that number, probably about half are something other than novels, ie, something I've read to educate myself about something.

Further consider that, while I possess a bachelor's degree in history, and am apparently considered to be one of the Smart People, there's a whole hell of a lot, even in my own field, that I don't know. There are plenty of people who are way smarter, way better read, and own way more books than I do/am.

And it is, well, not that long ago in the grand scheme of things that owning a few books was a sign of wealth, owning a hundred meant you were exceedingly wealthy, and owning as many as I do was the province of a small minority. It's also not that long ago that a very few people could claim to know pretty much everything everybody knew about everything. Not so much, these days.

Do I have a point? Not really. Just something to think about.

Printing Press for teh win.

Firstly, on the topic of Ghost In the Shell SAC, I have two things I want. The first is a video game, and the second is a Tachikoma of my very own. If I could drive the second around in the first, that would be spectacular.

On the one hand, summer is conspiring to piss me off a lot. On the other hand, the AC in the house seems to be working so well that I've been resorting to my NINJ4 hoodie, which, while l33t and all, as it were, is something I didn't expect to do for another few months.

On a totally unrelated note, today's blog surfing seems to have involved a lot of people talking about assorted current events, such as this excellent Supreme Court ruling that lets local government jack your land if they should feel inclined, and this even better piece of news, wherein we are now apparently snagging people out of airports, detaining them using secret evidence, and shipping them to Syria, of all places, where they are then tortured.

The lengthy discussion of all this is here and here, wherein it becomes increasingly apparent that John Scalzi is the Man, but allow me to quote something I said to Regina a while back:

[14:57] TontoMarius: Because, you know, either we're the United States of America who's all about life, liberty, the persuit of happiness, rule of law, justice, and all that, or we aren't.
[14:57] TontoMarius: Either we're better people than Saddam, or we're not.
[14:58] TontoMarius: Either we have souls, or we don't.

I am further reminded of the movie Three Kings, wherein lots of Iraqis run up to our intrepid, gold thieving American soldiers, shout stuff like "United States of Freedom! We love United States of Freedom!" and are met with "Where's the gold, guys?"

It should come as no surprise to you all that the Bush administration has been sending out a lot of those same vibes. We're not quite to the point where I expect Republican Party stormtroopers to bust down my door and zot me with tasers until I pronounce my undying admiration and love for Jesus, George W. Bush, and the Reich, but we've got, you know, 3 years left. Give it some time.

Because, well, come on guys. I'm all for defeating terrorists too, and I'm all for doing the right thing by Iraq, but really, here.

This is, of course, half the reason why I haven't been paying much attention to the news since, oh, roughly the election. Not only is it either uniformly depressing or sheer drivel, I'm not sure that any given piece of media is going to even make the attempt to give me an objective story. And you can thank all those milblogs lamenting the general tone of the media towards Iraq for that one, I suppose.

Without re-establishing my credentials, here, I've always considered myself to be pretty politically moderate. It seems to be the particular tragedy of moderates these days that we're all too busy going into Democrat vs. Republican mode to have any room for us.

Little did they reckon on my master plan to take over the world...

Since we all love Marechal quotes, and since Regina asked me to put this together, I present to you the best Marechal quotes from my ICQ logs, 2001-2003.

Let the tomahawking commence!

And it came to pass in those days that it was summer. And God looked upon summer, and was not pleased:

God: You know, rabbit advisor, this whole "blazing heat" thing? Yeah. Maybe not such a great idea.

Rabbit Advisor: *wipes brow* Yeah God. It's pretty hot out here. I could use some refreshment.

God: Say, that's a good idea. *creates the Icee* Here, try this.

Rabbit Advisor: *slurp* Dude. This is great! *slurp* God, you're the Man.

And so it was that Icees appeared amongst the small forest animals of the world. And lo, there was much rejoicing. And slurping.

The management would like to thank Target Stores, Inc, for being awesome and being like the only place around to have Icee machines in their stores.

Suzanne: Also! on this subject! Interesting coincidence: wed. last week my co-worker and I were attacked by a baby squirrel. Then the very next day at work I found a rabbit skeleton.

Me: Drat. You've discovered the squirrel-rabbit zombie conspiricy. You must be destroyed!

Suzanne: Really, the baby squirrel was almost unbearbly cute

Me: It's a stealth mechanism. You say "Oh! How cute!" And you reach down to pet it, and it runs up your arm and rips your throat out.

Fear the baby squirrel assassins.

Suzanne: This one must've been a rookie. All he did was run in front of the car, and then when we stopped and got out to see if we hit it, sniffed our shoes.

Me: Hrm.

We'll have to up the conditioning, and finish with the artificial body and the weapons training.

Suzanne: I think mere weapons training may suffice

Me: No, we've gotta do the conditioning and the artificial body. Then I can do Gunslinger Girl, except with baby squirrels.

Suzanne: heh. ph34r teh b4by squirr3ls

...

Suzanne: Picture and Other Picture

Me: My assassins are indeed unbearably cute. This is good.

Suzanne: lookit his head! he was so overbalanced and clumsy he actually ran into Jessie's shoe. You need better applicant screening.

Me: He was planting the tracking bug. It was an act.

Suzanne: He also tried to get run over. But I'm sure that was just an act, as well.

Me: Planted a car bomb when you weren't looking.

Suzanne: and the rabbit zombie, I suppose, is going to infiltrate...my garage?

Me: Yes! And then it's going to use its way cool ninja moves to take over your house.

Suzanne: Even when it's head is soaking in a container of hydrogen peroxide?

Me: It's a zombie. Like that can hurt it.

Suzanne: it would be very easy for one rabbit zombie ninja to take over my house... it's very small, (have i mentioned this?) and there's only one way in or out... ...but maybe I shouldn't tell you these things.

Me: He's going to start a fire in the doorway.

Suzanne: So. To recap: a rabbit zombie/ninja is going to try to pull some small forest animal assasin shit on my turf.

sigh. I'd best get some sleep then. Need plenty of rest for the battle ahead.

Me: Likely. Rabbit zombie ninjas are pretty tough.

The time has come for random Civ bloggage, as we are wont to do from time to time around here.

First, let us note the existance of Epic 50 over on the Civ page.

Second let us note a couple of screenshots, starting with:

This one right here.

There are about 95 more guys in Stockholm, plus another 50 or 100 guys in random stacks. Something like 150 more guys show up each and every turn for almost 10 turns until I beat them all down.

So, for those of you who've played Civ, you may, at one point, have thought you were having an enormous war with the AI. You might think my little spat with Babylon up there is a pretty big war.

You would be wrong.

To quote Arthur, King of the Britons: "Jaysus CHRIST!"

So I've been talking about this whole "I'm trying to get into grad school for teaching" thing for a while now, but I haven't really talked about what that entails. It turns out that it's pretty complicated, especially compared to what it took to get into college for my bachelor's, which pretty much involved me taking the SAT, sending my results off to some places with some transcripts, and having them go "Dude. You're like, SO in."

Not so much this time around, as it turns out.

The first step is applying to Western Oregon University for admission as a graduate student. For normal people, this requires above a 3.0 GPA, plus transcripts. Since I'm special and don't have a greater than 3.0 GPA, I got to take the Miller Analogies Test, which was that whole emu thing. Since I got monster scores on said test, I feel good about my application, which has since been sent off, and I should hear about soon. Assuming I am accepted, that's step 1 in the Master's of Arts in Teaching (MAT) Program application.

Step 2 is nominally the Praxis I, in reading, 'riting, and 'rithmatic flavors. Kind of the big brother to the SAT, as it were. I have yet to take this, because the test date can vary. Having since taken my first set of Praxis IIs, the Praxis I is my next step.

Step 3 is a set of Praxis II tests for the subject area I want to teach, which is in this case social studies. That would be what I just spent Saturday taking.

Step 4 is getting a recommendation from one of my old professors saying that I'm not actually a loser. First I must locate said professors.

Step 5 is at least 30 hours of classroom experience in an actual HS classroom doing...whatever. Happily, having gone down and talked to the nice folks at the HS, they're going to let me come down and volunteer at some point in early September. So that's all cool.

Step 6 is 3 random essays about "Why you want to be a teacher" and such. No worries.

Step 7 is actually sort of optional, but if you want a good job later you have to do it, because nobody hires straight history teachers. So I get to take another set of Praxis IIs in mid-September to pick up another endorsement besides social studies. Current contenders are basic math and english. Science would be, but having not taken a science class since back in the day, well. This bears thought.

And then I send all this stuff in and hopefully they let me in, and then I start school in January.

So, as some of you may have previously known, today was about me taking the Praxis II Social Studies exam set, which is one of those hoops I need to jump through to get into teaching school.

It turns out that that A, the closest test center to me is Monmouth, which is an hour away, and B, the test starts at 7:45 in the morning and you're supposed to be there half an hour early. Which is how I came to find myself, with a whopping 3.5 hours of sleep, outside this building at Western at 7 am, where I am met by one of the test people unlocking the doors.

"Here for the Praxis tests?"

"Yeah."

"Well, check-in begins at 7:45. You'll need to wait out here until then."

Well, suck. However, there is a very comfortable wooden bench right there. Nappage ensues, for however much you can nap at, you know, SEVEN IN THE MORNING.

7:45, we all line up, they check our admission tickets, send us to rooms, the people in the rooms check IDs, we hang out for a bit, the guy reads some instructions he has to read, and we get down to the first test, which is like 130 multiple choice questions covering history, geography, economics, and sociology. This last was somewhat disconcerting, because, well, who knew I'd need that, ever?

So that bit was some guesswork. But the rest of the test? Well, let me tell you about that. Trained chimpanzees could take that test, it was so easy. I'm pretty sure I could've passed that test out of high school. It was sad. We had, say, 2 hours to take it. I'm done before the hour mark, done checking my work thoroughly before the half hour mark, and along with half the rest of the people was asleep by the end of time.

Returned outside. Hung out for half an hour until test 2 started. Talked to some actual teachers, who were like "Yeah, George W totally screwed us with the whole No Child Left Behind thing. We've been teaching longer than you've been alive, and we have to take some pathetic test. This is stupid." After a bit of this, we go through the whole check-in thing again, and go to take test #2, the social studies essay test.

This, it turns out, is structured exactly like any given history test I ever had in college, wherein I had an hour to complete the thing. For this, I have two hours. Discerning readers will guess that, yes, I was done by the hour mark. Because, ok. Describe MLK's policies and hinderences to same in a paragraph? Done. Describe the geographical effects of South America on population density? No problem. Talk about supply and demand shifts? No problem. Write a page on the effects of railroads on the development of 19th century America? Yeah, that's not a problem. So I got like another hour of nappage in.

Chimpanzees, I'm telling you.

I got home and slept for 5 hours. It was awesome.

Upon waking up, however, it became apparent that I didn't have the internet, which was largely ungood. So I spent something like 2 hours trying to figure out the problem. I pretty much forgot Networking Rule #1, which says "Thou shalt not ever useth Linksys, for their routers are shit."

Yeah, so it turns out that the whole problem involved my computer sending a request to the router for an IP addy, and the router pretty much going "But I am le tired!" and not doing anything, thus leading to lack of connectivity. However, upgrading the router firmware fixed the issue pretty much instantly.

But here's the thing. My router has had like, 4 versions of the actual router over the past 4 years. My particular version has been recieving firmware updates since 2003. Nowhere during this time did anybody go "Uh, guys? Guys?" It would seem not, because the particular problem I was having didn't get resolved until, you know, April of this year.

I'm not sure what people did before that time. I guess it involved sacrificing, you know, chickens or goats or something.

We're going to abuse some context fairly hard here, but bear with us.

*talking about American Pie*
[17:35] starflier06: That title is a desecration of a good song, btw.
[17:36] TontoMarius: Yes, but since I desecrate a whole lot of songs daily, I can't really complain.

Now, just to prove a point to Regina, here, let us snag the contents of various random ICQs to Whir about the status of my latest game of Civ.

Though I can claim with some confidence that this latest round is Whir's fault:

*Talking about me beating up some Vikings*
Whir: Despite all the Vikings' rage, they are still just going to die.
(Smashing Pumpkins, Bullet With Butterfly Wings)

*Talking about me about to run over the Maya*
Whir: Doublecross the vacant and Maya. They're not sure just what you have in store.
(Smashing Pumpkins, 1979)

*Talking about blowing up the Viking fleet*
Me: We all fight in a purple frigate, a purple frigate, a purple frigate.
(The Beatles, Yellow Submarine)

*Utterly random*
Whir: Soul power.
Me: Sea power.
(Smashing Pumpkins, Soul Power [James Brown])

*Also utterly random*
Whir: You say I'm lucky, we all know it's in the artillery.
(Smashing Pumpkins, Dross)

*Taking down the city of Vadso*
Whir: Twilight fades through blistered... Vadso-lon?
Me: Wait'll I get nukes. Then you'll see some blistered Babylon.
(Smashing Pumpkins, To Shiela)

*Random Voltron Gets Served Flash Video Reference #1:*
Me: And thus Ragnar was like "We just got totally served, team!"

*Utterly random*
Whir: Thru the Eyes of World Domination?
Whir: The war has come to hold us young?
(Smashing Pumpkins, Thru the Eyes of Ruby)

*Yeah, we're finally invading the Maya now*
Me: This whole "Dude, where's my horse?" thing is totally going to kick the Mayans' ass.
(Dude, Where's My Car?)

*Fighting us some Babylonians*
Me: Come a little bit closer, you're my kind of stack, so big and so strong, come a little bit closer, I want to blow you up, and the night is so young, oh.

La la lala, la la lala...

Super sounds of the 60s and 70s, as it were.
(Jay and the Americans, Come A Little Bit Closer)

*Utterly random*
Me: As the words to the old childrens' song go...

This land is my land, this land ain't your land
I've got a shotgun, you ain't got one
I'll blow your head off, you can't stop me
This land was made for me not you
Me: We used to sing that back in, you know, 7th grade.
(Woodie Guthrie, This Land Is Your Land)

Me: Meanwhile, grinding through the last of the Maya.
Whir: The last of the Mayahicans.
(The Last of the Mohicans)

*Dropping lots of bombs on Babylon*
Me: We will we will bomb you.
Whir: I don't live, I impale. I don't give, I will hail (bombs)?
Me: The Aeroplane Flies High (Turns Left, Bombs Right)
(Queen, We Will Rock You)
(Smashing Pumpkins, Siva)
(Smashing Pumpkins, The Aeroplane Flies High (Turns Left, Looks Right))

Whir: I've been afraid of bombing 'cause I built my cities around you?
Me: Took my bomb and I took it down
climbed in my airplane and I looked around
and I saw Babylonians in the snow covered hills
'till bombers brought 'em down
(Smashing Pumpkins, Landslide [Fleetwood Mac])

Whir: Despite all Babylon's rage, they'll still be bombed back to stone age?
(Smashing Pumpkins, Bullet With Butterfly Wings)

Whir: You know I'm, you know I'm not Babylon.
(Smashing Pumpkins, The Everlasting Gaze)

Whir: Who wouldn't bomb the one you love? Who wouldn't stand beside your guns?
(Smashing Pumpkins, Stand Inside Your Love)

*On random Viking cities*
Me: Aarhus, in the middle of the war, Aarhus.
(Madness, Our House)

*Totally random*
Me: Now playing in homes across America, the new crossover movie: SuperBabylon vs. Three Mech Inf and a Worker.
(Assorted Superman Meets X comics. Also Three Men And A Baby)

*Also utterly random*
Me: You know, Spain, I'd be a bit more worried if Conquistadors could actually hurt me.
Whir: Oh, but they can. Don't turn your back on a conquistador. They might be Zorro in disguise.
Me: I wonder if Zorro can dodge nuclear weapons.
Whir: Yes. Actually, in the instant before they land, he can disable the warhead with his rapier.
Me: But by how much, we ask. What if I set them to air burst?
Whir: He'll use his whip.
Me: Which grows to like, a mile?
Whir: It's Zorro.
Me: And what if I attack him with the Quik Bunny?
Whir: Close call.

*Fighting us some guys in Scandanavia*
Me: Aaaaaaaaa!
Aaaaaaaaa!
We come to the land of the ice and snow, etc, etc.
(Led Zeppelin, Immigrant Song)

*Still fighting Babylon*
Me: Babylon says
have you seen my infantry around?
I feel naked without it
He knows they all want him to go
but that's ok man, they can't kill him anyway

Babylon says
I'm going away to Scandanavia
when I get my army saved
gonna start tomorrow

I'm gonna invade tomorrow
I'm gonna invade tomorrow
(Jane's Addiction, Jane Says)

*Bombing, Babylon, you know the drill)
Me: Hey Abe, where you going with that bomb in your plane?
Hey Abe, I said where you going with that bomb in your plane?
I'm going down to bomb Babylon
You know I caught him warring 'round on every civ in town
(Hendrix, Hey Joe)

Me: And I'd love you to notice, I'm devoted
to destroy Babylonians...
(Smashing Pumpkins, Marquis In Spades)

Me: The bombs of love disastrous?
(Smashing Pumpkins, The Guns of Love Disastrous)

Me: I need two RoPs. Now who's with me?

Hittites/Mongols: We're with you Billy the Kid!
(Bill And Ted's Excellent Adventure)

Spain: *menace*

Me: Look! It's the Goodyear Blimp!

Spain: Huh?

Me: *jacks Spain*

Hittites: I can't believe they fell for that!
(Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure)

Me: Dun dun, the tanks are back in town...
(Bad Company, The Boys Are Back In Town)

Me: You gotta understand
you gotta understand
it's just a fact that you must attack
you gotta bomb 'em while you can
(Smashing Pumpkins, Cash Car Star)

Me: Hammurabbi says
I'm done with Abe Lincoln
he treat me like a rag doll
he hides his infantry
says I don't owe him nothing
but if he come back again
tell him to wait here for my infantry
or try again tomorrow

I'm gonna win tomorrow
I'm gonna win tomorrow

Hammurabbi says
have you seen my city around?
I feel naked without it
he knows they all want him to go
but that's ok man he don't like them anyway
Hammurabbi says
I'm going to invade America
when I get my units saved
gonna start tomorrow

I'm gonna win tomorrow
I'm gonna win tomorrow
(Jane's Addiction, Jane Says)

Me: Babylon is falling down
falling down, falling down
Babylon is falling down
my fair army
(London Bridge Is Falling Down)

You scored as Yuki. You are Yuki! Kimiko 70% Yuki 70% Miho 70% Erika 65% Piro 60% Seraphim 60% Dom 55% Largo 25% Which Megatokyo Character Are You? created with QuizFarm.com

Yeah, I don't know what I think about that, exactly. Yuki or Kimiko... Or Miho of all people.

[edit] And I quote:

Me: Ph34r t3h bloggage! Ph34r! With great ph34r!
Whir: Neg. I'm too busy breaking my skull on sub timing.
Me: This will amuse you a lot, I promise.
Whir: If I don't get this done, I'll be packed into a 2lb coffee can and set adrift in the arctic sea.
Me: Sweet!
Me: I'm pretty sure you'll laugh your ass off, though.

*time passes*

Whir: OMFG
Whir: OMFG
Whir: ROFLCOPTER
Whir: OMFGLAZERGUNPEWPEWPEW
[/edit]

You know you live in a hick town when, driving down the highway, the order of traffic is something like:

Combine / semi / combine / log truck / 10 cars / you / 10 cars / semi / 10 cars

All going 15 mph. Bless you, Alpine Road. Bless you. And Kyle Road.

Funny random thing: Kyle, who I mention from time to time, lives on, yes, Kyle Road.

Also, it's freaking hot out. I hate summer. I just got back from pressure washing a house. For those of you keeping score, this would be the same house where I was climbing around on the tile roof and scraping moss and pressure washing. In the sun. And while the $10 per hour I'm getting paid for this is great, it would be great if we could just give summer a miss and head straight on into fall.

Fall will be reasonably exciting. More on this later. Probably on Saturday, after I take my first set of Praxis II exams. Which start at 7:30 am and end at like, one. Monmouth is about an hour fifteen from my house. Do the math. It's very bad math.

Come the Revolution, morning people will be purged.

Since Regina's been fairly amusing lately, as she is wont to do from time to time...

[13:08] starflier06: oh, and i got him hooked on u2.
[13:08] starflier06: bwahahaha.
[13:08] starflier06: it was awesome

[15:40] starflier06: So you start in Sept., eh?
[15:40] TontoMarius: Yeah. Like the 6th.
[15:40] starflier06: When I start, too.
[15:40] starflier06: Haha. You and I will be starting HS together! *cracks up*

[16:09] starflier06: You give yourself to this, the longest day...
[16:09] starflier06: Yo, I typed that AT THE SPEED of the music.
[16:09] starflier06: I am t3h aw3s0m3.

So you see that our corruption begins to take hold. W00t.