Six Months Till We Get Married!

Youtube Ninjas

I saw this post in my drafts and forgot I even ranted to myself about it. Here it is in all it's random, pointless glory.

I tried to post this on Youtube after watching a video by a guy dressed up as a ninja. It was more interesting though to read the comments. I love all the kids replying to this video. "You're not a ninja because I am"? Come on. Just because you played some ninja games and saw some movies, doesn't make you a ninja. Ninja were government spies and if you really were a ninja, you wouldn't tell people. Or waste your time on Youtube. It's just a dumb video with some Aussie bloke having a laugh. Laugh at it or move on. Everyone's a fucking unqualified, ignorant critic. Especially grade school kids on Youtube. Go back to singing over crappy techno songs in front of your web cam. Boo!

My Neighbors Are Assholes...

Since I've been spotty on this whole posting thing, many (hah!) that read this may not know about the noise problem Sarah and I have been having with our neighbors. We have been in this apartment since March and ever since, it has been a battle to not have to hear their music. Even at the time of writing this, All I can hear is it beating throughout every room in the apartment. I even took the laundry downstairs and in the cement room with the air conditioner running, I can hear it. I have called his number to let him know once again it's too loud and have left a message with the office, even though they won't do anything. It all came to a head about two months ago, when after much pestering of the office an eviction notice was sent. Now get this; because our neighbors thought it was unfair that they were being evicted, despite the fact that the office had sent them several notices to shut the fuck up and Sarah and I letting them know on several occasions they were disturbing us, they went and complained that it was unfair. That it was unfair? So the office manager, after having come to our apartment, hearing the noise for herself and expressing her displeasure, told them that she would speak with corporate. And what happened? They responded that as long as they were not disturbing the peace, i.e. having the police called, they could not evict them. Never mind that fact that they are disturbing our peace and quality of living. We have had to leave the house before because we could not sit in our living room and watch TV. We even tried to knock on their door to let them know and of course, no one answered. And after all that, I believe that since they know they cannot be evicted, they do not feel the need to even try and be quiet. The fucked up part in all of this is that because they have two young children and we have some sense of decency, we feel as though we need to watch our noise level because we do not want to disturb our neighbors on either side. I fail to understand that after several confrontations and even an agreement between the male individual and I, they still do not feel the need to extend to us that same courtesy. And we have till March before our lease is up. So, I'm at the point of looking at taking legal action against the apartment complex. We have a neighbor that is being disruptive and they are failing to take any action against them.

Someone! Help Me!

It's got me. I posted a very long time ago that I was playing my old Playstation games. But then it happened... Sarah bought me an Xbox 360. Now my life is being rapidly sucked away! I can't tear myself away from it. I'm rocking Gears of War on insane mode and I don't care that I get blown up every few seconds. It's just that beautiful. You know that short on Robot Chicken with the TiVo? That's what's happening to me. Love you, Xbox...

Sucka MC's

New pictures up. Check the art page. And yo teeth.

And A New Quest Begins...

I finished Thousand Arms a bit ago and now have started on Legend Of Legaia. I have a list of games on the Playstation that I'm trying to catch up on. I figured I shouldn't purchase more games until I've beat the ones collecting dust on my shelves. After those, I figured I'd go through the rest of my games and try and get as close to complete as possible. A long and fruitless road ahead. But I like games. Nuff said.

America Bleeds America Dry

Observation. The prices of everything goes up. The jobs no longer exist. The masses are no longer educated and only concern themselves with their hedonistic desires. What happens to such a culture? History tends to dictate the future, or so it seems. I, myself, drive a car that consumes premium gas, despite the fact that it rose to $3.89 today. I work for a company where 2/3 of the customer service has been outsourced. I dropped out of college but I sure am going to play Thousand Arms tonight. Man, I love that game... What's wrong with us?

Neglectful again...

I always forget to update this thing. I still don't know if anyone reads it other than Sarah. But either way, here it goes. I'm tired of doing recaps so I'm just going to try and post my day to day events on a regular basis. I called in sick yesterday to work. I took a nice long nap and eventually felt a little better. I wondered around the house most the day and eventually picked up the camera. I loved the light yesterday because of the thunderstorms passing through and managed to click off a few.

Now if only I can keep this update thing going. Maybe I'll get a chance to post more like this one:

I think it'll look cool once I clean it up.

I'd also like to give a shot out to Sarah, who is 111 days smoke free! Keep up the good work champ.

The Cat Without Chicken

We were eating some KFC and Murdock wanted some. I told her to beat it and she pouted the rest of the night. She looked so pitiful and rejected because she couldn't have any. So I laughed at her and took this picture which does not do the situation justice. Hence forth "Mud-duck" shall forever be know as

"The Cat Without Chicken"!!!

Can I get some revervb on that so it sounds really gigantic? No, we can't afford reverb? Well what kind of outfit are you running here? That's it, I can't work like this. No I don't care, you'll just have to get someone else. I'm done with the abuse and the shoddy production. (door closes)

A Smokeless Fortnight

Today marks the 14th day of Sarah being smoke-free. Everyone give her a hand. If she wanted to, she could even kick heroine, seeing as nicotine is supposedly more addictive. Lets just hope it never comes to that.

Facebook is starting to piss me off.

All the seemingly fun applications require you to add 20 friends and every little quiz that pops up lets you progress halfway through it before asking you for a bunch of personal information and an email address. I just wanted a dumb little distraction and here I am giving away my privacy so they can clog my inbox with more spam. Fucking nazis. Besides, I only have 19 friends. Douches.

While I was away

This is going to be a long one so you might want to get some snacks. Thousands of years ago, there was a boy who typed a post with crinkled hands; many were killed and there was much defecating. Okay, so I'm a little behind with my posting. I figured I'd start with our departure from our last apartment. The original game plan was for Sarah and I to find an apartment in Emporia so she could attend the Psychology master's program there. In an effort to save some cash-olla, her mother suggested we move home for the few summer months until we were prepared to move. In June, Sarah was given an opportunity to travel to Liverpool for three weeks and study. Obviously it wasn't all work as here she is with friends Elisa ad Holly aboard the Magical Mystery Tour Bus. That movie is F'ed up, by the way. While she was away I discovered a little game named Guitar Hero. And now I'm a rocker, hard core. Can you imagine me in Sarah's mother's basement with my little plastic guitar rocking out to John The Fisherman? Yeah... Pretty sad. And I don't care; that game is fun. Well, she returned and life went on as usual. I had a bit of an itch to return to school and enrolled in the carpentry program at the Wichita Area Technical College. Sarah began commuting to Emporia three times a week. Happy to be doing something with my hands, I set out to learn a trade. During this semester I learned to frame a house.
I also learned the sweet pain of hammering my fingers, working in the blistering heat and being brained by a piece of scaffolding. The hardest part though had to be the hours. Up at 6:30am and at school and work till 8:00pm five days a week with ten hour Saturdays at work for the first eight weeks. Ungodly, but I fought my way through. The suck part about it though is that I had to fight with my job in order to be able to cut my hours so drastically so I could attend the classes. But of course, the school decides to change the schedule and now I am unable to return to the program because even if my job would allow me to cut my hours even more, I would lose my benefits. And what good would it do to take a construction course without any heath insurance? Imagine if I really got hurt. So the school itself kind of screwed me out of returning. I really wanted to attend this portion because we would have been focusing on interiors and that is what I really wanted to learn. I could return in the fall maybe but we would begin on a new house and then I would just learn the same thing over. Pointless. But that was the school front for me. Sarah made hour long runs to and from Emporia to attend her classes three times a week. She also took on a temporary secretarial position with her Trio program directors. But they fired her because of her sass-back. Not really.

There were also many huge changes, such as both my sisters moving to California and two of my friends getting married.

Kelly and Megan tied the knot and we all gasped at the idea that there was a girl that finally did not run from Kelly. She seems to understand his dumbass, which is really awesome. We wish them all the best. Except Mark, who went a little crazy from all the sugar intake at the reception. He's got the crazy eyes. Good times.

Todd got married too but under the radar. We still have yet to meet her. I also have yet to kick his ass at some Virtua Fighter too. What foo!

Christmas just kind of came and went. My mother and Christina left half way though the day to stake out some prime real estate for the the big move. I received some boss gifts and even snagged some fun pictures:

I caught this picture of Murdock in her titanic battle with a box that seem determined to devour her. Fight Murdock, Fight! To The death! To The Bloody End!

Sarah's father has an ongoing war with his daughters to see who can give the worst gift. I'm not sure but I think I may have been drafted. This picture just screams Rex-Kwon-Do.

I love the face I'm making in this picture. It's so bad. You can just see the wisdom of a man in it.

We just returned from California on Sunday. We moved Emily and Christina there this last week. Emily will work at a flagship Borders store and Christina will attend a Masters program at a college that I don't remember it's name. But it's what she's been looking forward to for some time now, and I'm glad she's pursuing it headfirst. Kinda sucks to be without both siblings though.

Just one was bad enough but now both. But I'm happy for them all the same. We drove up to Chicago to load Emily's shit up and turned around and came back the next day. Ten hour drive both ways, ugh. But I got to see Southside Chicago, which doesn't appear too often in movies and TV shows. Wow. But even still, it was pretty cool. We arrived pretty early so we finished up packing, visited Mike and Ryan and crashed for the night. I finally met her boyfriend Charles, who was pretty cool. The next morning we loaded up and moved on out.

Gross weather all the way home. Parts of Iowa had fog so thick you could barely see in front of you. It was like driving though Silent Hill, the fog was so thick. Creepy. We got home Monday night, rested and loaded Christina's stuff on Tuesday and left first thing Wednesday.

Ahh, road trips. Big, yellow moving trucks, fast food, and scary hotel rooms. Always up for a good road trip. The trip home was the best part though. We had to make three connecting flights in one day. We had to fly to Los Angeles from San Francisco first. Having only flown before 9/11 I had no idea about the security procedures. Our flight from San Francisco to LA was delayed 45 minutes. We only had an hour layover, so Sarah and I were a little concerned but stayed cool. That is until we landed at LAX. The Terminal they dropped us at was on the opposite side of where we needed to be. We wondered for a while looking for a way to get to it as precious seconds passed by. We finally asked for directions and were told we need to catch a shuttle, which we did. But once again, time was stolen as we had to pass through security a second time. We had to literally run to the gate and when we arrived and boarded, we found we were the last ones to make it. We couldn't sit together and I ended up between two "earthly" smelling men who slept the whole fight. But at least they didn't talk across me. I hate that. We landed in Phoenix on time and had plenty of time to grab a small pizza and some drinks and board our last flight to Wichita. Upon arriving though, we found out the hard way once again that nothing can ever be so simple.

We waited at the baggage claim, watching the same suitcases go around and around, without ever seeing our own. We checked with the front desk and were told they never made it from Phoenix. We had to go to Wal-Mart at 12am to get new toothbrushes and deodorant for the following work day.

And here we are now, with the biggest news. I finally did the right thing and asked Sarah to marry me. After five years. Oh, yeah, and she said yes... who wouldn't want to spend the rest of their lives with this guy...

Rock