King of Hands Cancelled?

I've received word that the King of Hands tournament is going to be cancelled. Oh well. So much for my harcore workout regime of donuts and soda pop. And I was starting to feel my ki growing in my toes again. To bad I can't touch them.

Getting smooshed is not on the cool list

So I played Shadow of the Colossus last night. It was awesome. I don't particularly care for the teleportation back to the temple after slaying a colossus, but other than that it's great. I'm not sure about the replayabilty but it is definitely a must play. It has the same air of wonder and excitement as Ico, obviously. But there is a story developing that I have my suspicions about and I can't wait to see how right I am.

Oh yeah, here are some pictures I took Saturday of the job Brian and I did on Nate's desk.
It was more Brian but I contributed with the picture and the "it looks like someone has a case of the Mondays". I also told Brian to tape his notary stamp so that when he tried to use it, it wouldn't work. Take that Tonto!

Holidays on weekends suck

Having to come back to work right after Christmas blows. Especially when you have cool presents. But at least we are slow. Sooooo slow. I've been looking non-stop at the website for Shadow of the Colossus. Sarah bought it for me for Christmas and I can't wait to crack it open and feast upon the gooey insides. You have to check this game out, at least to revel in the art direction. It's by the same people who did Ico. If you never played that game then you suck and I'm glad you missed a modern day masterpiece. I have to go home and play it. I really can't sit still in my chair. I have to play it! My parent also bought me X-Men Legends 2. It looks awsome and it's multi-player, which is totally sweet. I still wish I could get my hands on the arcade version of X-Men. All in all it was a good haul and from what I could tell everyone was pleased with their gifts. Saturday sucked because we were dead then too, so I decided to take some pictures of my work space so Sarah could see the suck that my life is.

This is my space. Until a few weeks ago, the only things on my walls were work releated. Nothing to tell who sat in my seat, no personal effects.

Here is a lovley shot of my notary stamp. Beautiful.

Snores-ville and a guilty sensation

It is Christmas eve and I'm at work. I am soooo bored. But I volunteered and it's all overtime. Chi-ching. But I am very bored. And no sooner do I write that, something slides over on the fax machine. Me and my big, letter writing pen. It's probably a Mexico insurance policy. How much do you want to bet? Oh that's right, it's Christmas eve and everyone is broke. But why is it when you go shopping for everyone else, you see a bunch of shit you want to buy yourself. But then you don't want to be a jerk and spend all your money on yourself. Besides, that's what all the after Christmas sales are about. You went shopping, saw piles of stuff you want and can't have but now since it's after Christmas you can forget all the bullshit presents you bought everyone else and really get down to purchasing. All for Silas, all for Silas. What? Stop looking like that. I'm not the only one. Am I? Nah.

No more ranting

It has come to my attention that all I do anymore is rant, sometimes violently. I am a bit sick of it myself, so henceforth I will refrain from. I'll just have to squeeze it into a tiny, bitter little ball and release it at an appropriate moment, like the time I hit the referee with the whiskey bottle. Remember that? When I hit the referee with the bottle? So no more of it. Oh, and sorry for saying fuck so much.

Who gives a flying fuck?

This is all I'm going to write about the dumbass argument about evolution versus intelligent design. No one can prove where we all came from. At this point everything is a theory. You can't prove anything, either way. So everybody shut the fuck up and go back to your jobs, assuming you have one between your fucking crusades. Damn hippies.

And?

So now Saddam Hussein says the US beat him. And this of course is going to get him some kind of sympathy. Because we were so cruel to him, we overthrew his regime and hunted him down, and killed his sons, and now we've beat him. And? I saw a video where he watched one of his soldiers chop the hand off a prisoner. I wish I knew what that guy did to warrant that. And he's complaining that we beat him? Compared to the shit he did to people who said something about him he didn't like. I think they should publicly beat him. They should beat him on TV. They should show it in classrooms. Set TV's up in peoples houses who can't afford them so they can watch them beat his monkey ass. They need to fuck him up.

I didn't win a damn thing

Saturday night was the first of four company Christmas party's I attended. And I only went in the hopes that I would win something. In case you are wondering if I did, damnit, read the fucking title of this post. If you want details about the night then read Nate's blog. It was a waste of time for me, even though the cake was scrumptulescent.

City overrun by wild feral cats

Ok, so the top story on the front page of today's newspaper is "Kitty Clutter". It was about how the city is being overrun by wild, feral cats. They're cats... They aren't going to eat anyone's dog or beat you up and take your wallet. Just throw your shoe at them and run the other way. I like cats. See it here: http://www.kansas.com/mld/kansas/13402739.htm

Congratulations!

My younger sister graduated from Wichita State yesterday. Awesome. From what I can tell, the ceremony may have been good, but I'm not sure from the nosebleed section. But either way, I'm proud of her. She had the stomach I didn't and went all the way. That and she's going back for more. Between her and my older sister, they'll have more degrees than I can shake a stick at. See, she's the one in the black. Look at all those cords and medals. Obviously she is super-educated, smarter than Spock.And the proud relatives. Cousin Alex on the left and aunt Diane on the right. And in the far right background is the older sister Emily. Cool out back there money, you already had your day! She's super-educated too.
See, here she is in May getting her second degree. Word.

I love finding these

Ok, everyone needs to go here; WhiteKnight . I love finding these. Whenever I leave the house feeling like everything is ok in the world, I remember that there are people like this.

I should draw more

There was a time when I would draw everyday. Well into the night, blasting my music quietly in my headphones. Dirty hands, head lightened by the thick smell of marker. Riddled with teenage angst and a broken heart I would draw late hours in pen and ink, broken cites and anti-heroes. What fun... So why waste my days in a call center, inspecting Mexico insurance policies? Your guess is as good as mine. I could progress a lot farther if I tried. Here's the difference of four years in high school.

If the cold were a man, I would kill him.

And I mean good too. I'd get my hands on him. Real personal-like. Wrap my hands around his throat. And I don't mean choke. Throttle. Look him right in the eyes. Throttle. Watch his tongue slide out and see the panic in his eyes. You know the kind. Like when you're underwater and you feel like you can't get to the surface fast enough. Feel his strength fade. I hate the cold. Give another good squeeze before I let go. The cold is a real jerk.

Whiskey in the Jar

Actually it's sake. And damn tasty too. I just bought a Kodak Easy Share camera off of Nate. It's not too fancy but it takes pictures. Which is all I need right now. Just something to scratch the itch until after Christmas when I can afford to get something a little more capable. So expect a bunch of artsy, out of focus pictures to be posted at random the next few weeks... like this one I took of my breakfast yesterday. Coffee and a cereal bar. Mmm, now that's good eating!

Where's the Beef?

Ok, maybe I'm a day late in writing about this but hey, sue me. It was the last day of the month and I had to go renew my tags. So, on TV yesterday, our great leader gave a speech that would outline a plan to win the war in Iraq. Of course it came as no surprise that there was no plan. He got up there and blah blah blah-ed the whole time. Now I understand that he can't just come out and say " We are going to use a classic pincer move and swing in from the North and West and corner them in Ramadi and drop the hammer on them", but come on. Can you be a little more specific? Oh well. It's nothing new. Just that old familiar feeling of being left with more questions than answers. But how about that car chase in California? That shit was crazy. Did you see the dumbass that jumped out the car? Ouch! Remind me next time I'm ready to buy a new car to get a Toyota Carolla. That car took a beating and kept on going. Shazam!