Hey! We haven't lost or color! Unless Dom, Erin and I woke up caucasian this morning, and from the looks of it, I'm still Halfrican. Minorities represent!

I have no idea why we're in black and white, but remember how I keep saying we should get The Touched redesigned? Well, anyone going to take a shot at it or what? Otherwise I'll poke it with a stick when I can to try and figure out why we've lost our color...

Ain't MY fault!

Who hell let Erin near the server?

Does this mean we're now the punchline to "What's Black and White and Red all over?"

Okay, who broke the blog?

Billy Corgan wants to bring back the Smashing Pumpkins, huh? Yeah, I can get behind that.

WHAT THE HELL?!?

Zombie dogs!

We are all doomed by the idiots behind closed doors!

I have played Axis & Allies, and it was good. Infact, I straight up have a hard on for the game now. A rich throbbing boner for world domination in ways that Risk has only left me unsatisfied before, like a nervous junior prom date who can't truly commit to going down on you in the backseat of a station wagon.

So as far as I know, we're going to be trying to get a game (of Axis & Allies) together on the 4th before eating hamburgers and blowing shit up. If you want to join us, let me know.

Why We Have the Second Amendment

My response is "WTF?" followed by the thought that city councils typically don't have enough security around them to risk taking my house away. Not that I own a house, but say for one of those families who have passed something down through generations? For a shopping mall? Think you can take my shit away? Yeah, I'd shoot someone for that. Old school justice, word.

The Dean's B-day? I thought that was on the 22n-

oh.

Birthday to the Happy, Greg. Yo. ^_^

Happy Birthday to the Dean.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREG!!!!!

So I have discovered, to my dismay, that iPods and chicken soup don't mix well.

I'm hoping it dries out and recovers, since it doesn't seem like a great deal actually got inside, but there was enough moisture for condensation to form inside the screen. ;_;

I feel naked without my iPod...

So uh... I didn't remember posting my last post on the Touched until I read it again today. Oddly enough, what I DO remember is thinking to myself "Ben, you know better than to post on the internet when you're this drunk. You either come off as an attention whore or an idiot the next morning - don't do it!" - so what convinced me last minute I don't know.

Anyrate, two weeks later Yuko now has an apartment in Berkely, and it is large and nice. There are some really old homes across the street that look like castles, and her own building has some distinction to it as well. The only thing that gets to me is that it's old, which makes it sort of creepy walking down the halls in that "Shining" sort of way.

Speaking of which, I couldn't sleep last night - and I think it's easiest to say one of the reasons was I was scared of the dark in that if I hear anything creak or twitch at all I'm wide eyed looking around going "I ain't afraid of no ghosts!". You figure at my age I would have finally gotten over my childhood bedtime manner of expecting something to lurch out and try and eat me as I'm falling asleep. (The other reasons I probably didn't sleep was yesterday the weather was totally awesome, I had a great drive to Berkely and back - and even more fun breaking in the apartment - and overall just was in a good mood and trying to figure out the universe in a neo falling asleep at his computer sort of way).

But suffice to say, the lack of sleep took it's toll on me today when I was walking into the grocery store to deposit my paycheck when I realized I had been wearing my shirt backwards all morning.

Ten minutes'll cost you an hour.

I swear to God, the Apocolypse is nigh...

Okay, to recap, there have been 4 earthquakes in California this WEEK. FOUR! And all of them significant sized. We're in the middle of a winter season storm system, so it's 60 something degrees and raining. It's been SNOWING up in the mountains, which is just odd. And Tom Cruise proposed to Katie Holmes.

Thus, the Apocolypse comes. The only thing preventing it: I'm still a virgin, so we should be safe for a little while longer...

You can now find a regular post about me on something videogame related here.

Meh.... being two states away suxxors. Missed out again heh.

You know, it's mornings like this where I wish I could sleep in more. However I don't seem to be able to do that any more, much to my dismay. Dunno why. Just can't. 5 hours really isn't enough, but whatcha gonna do...

Ben and Yuko are passed out in my living room. Maverick is curled up on my lap. Sean's asleep in his room and everyone else has long ago gone home, sadly.

It was a good party. We'll need to do them more often.

I did my last grad at Porter today. In true UCSC tradition, even the streakers showed (3 boys, 1 girl, FYI, and sadly, I only saw asses.) I too exist at this party, but after 3 cosmos and a special Sean drink, I can still type. Ha Ha!

Hello Christy. We are party. Weebles wobble but not fall down.

Cliff: Ni to the nnooch mother fucker to the nth degreeee. !!!! I have am alcohol....This is still me. I am not as \drunk asf I am typing, bgut ?I simplkyu do not give ashit. HA HA! Thake tnhat, bitcxhes! Take that in youer stupid asses@! HA! I asay HA to thee! Ooops.. my turn on Burnout.

Cliff is done typing now. As you can see, there is much party in my pants. Ben's head goes to christy's knee as Cliff types. Haichoo is hard to write.

Sean makes Ben booze. Women touch eachother behind ben's back in erotic manner. Boiiiinnnnggggg.

We have no sauza tequila. Ben has no good margraritas. Christy has wide eyes. France sucks.

There is no point t

So, it's an evening of druken Halo 2 goodness here at the party house (i.e. Sean and Cliff's house). We have had several rounds of RocketBall (WOOO!!), plus we have discovered the fun that is this racing game whose name I actually don't- wait, I've been told that it's Burnout 3, whose main goal seems to be blowing things up, which I wholeheartedly approve of. So, fun is being had.

I just realized that that first sentance is really long, and probably not grammatically correct. But seeing as my degree is in Theater Arts, and not English like others in this room, I really don't care all that much. They can yell at me if they really care, which they don't. Because there's only one of them in here, and he's not reading what I'm writing. Haha! Dom isn't reading this right now, so I don't have to know the english language! Woo!

So we've already had the mosh pit in the kitchen, druken Halo, and they speak of this thing called Poker that apparently might be played. But we are extremely distracted by Burnout, so that might not happen quickly. *shrug* I know not.

Okay, so I'm very verbal right now, and I've only had one drink, which just goes to show how I define the word "featherweight". Yes, ladies and gentleman, I cannot hold my alcohol. Yes. It's true. I'd be ashamed, but apparently it makes me interesting at parties, so long as I'm not curled up in a little ball on the floor.

Wow, I'm going to stop typing right now...

Hah! I've done it again! Aparently I've yet killed another high priced piece of electronics under the warranty (well half of it anyways). My 30" Widescreen HDTV Samsung I got a year ago for a steal for what I paid (gota love open box) just had it's Power Supply crap out completely (only problem is I'm boned until Tuesday). Well 4 more years left on my warranty for the TV to break two more times till they have to give me yet another check to go shopping for year another TV (this one is a replacement for a 27" Sony that crapped out in the last month of it's 4 year warranty). Who needs to buy a new TV every few years? Just buy a warranty and watch it break until they have to give you a new one, rinse, wash, and repeat.

It's definately 2005,

So, I'm out for a little stroll yesterday evening and as I walk past a construction crew a female flagger, with a couple of her cohorts start hooting and hollering. "I'd like to break off some of that! Work it boy" etc yadda yadda.... now how's that for role reversal.

... I feel like a piece of meat now. (lol, yah right.)

Okay, so I'm really feeling my age...

First, all last week, I was forgetting stuff. My karate gi, my badge at work, various little items that I'd wanted to bring to work that I kept forgetting. I went to bed at 9:30am two or three times last week as well.

And then to top it off, I threw out my back on Sunday. So I was home all day yesterday, lying with a heat pad on my back. I'm in sweatpants at work now, still with the heatpad.

God, this bites...

The price one pays to be my friend when I know their screen name:
[13:52] Mav the Evil: So as the opener to my conversation intended to find out when the shindig is happening, I am going to tell you my most brilliant idea this month. So you know how a person might fill a sack with door knobs and beat someone with it? Or on a smaller scale, fill a sock with oranges or batteries (on whether you want to leave bruises or not) and proceed to knock someone unconcious with it? Well, I have a better idea - poop into the sock and then beat someone with it. While it may not be QUITE as painful, the squishy humiliation will ultimately do far more damage to their psyche... and probably do a better job at intimdating anyone else who sees it as well. Honestly I would rather get hit with batteries than a sock full of poop. So when's the shindig?
[13:52] Quietform: ...
[13:52] Quietform: The shindig is Saturday.

"If you have retired you don't have anything to worry about. It's the 3rd time I've said that. I probably say it 3 more times see, in my line of work you gota keep repeating things over, n over, n over for the truth to sink in. To kinda catapult the propaganda."
-George Bush May 24, 2005

The mass public really is dumb to not see the problem in that bit.

Coming soon... The Internet's Red Light District

Happy Birthday!

Erin

(my wench in training)

Happy Birthday E!