why i hate the inheritance series now

ok, first of all, without plot, character development, or originality, paolini is a great scenery writer. now, with that disclaimer...

like most sequels, the series starts off great. there was a lot of potential to be realized from eragon. but then...

eldest was pretty bad. that murtagh thing totally came off badly. i totally saw that coming. oh, and thank god that paolini did not write more poems for eragon to read.

i only read the first hundred pages of whatever the third one's called, but basically everybody's gonna be a dragon rider. ok, not everybody. but it wouldn't surprise me if the third egg hatches for roran, and he marries katrina, and eragon leaves and thats the end.

the big thing is that eragon is now iron man. it all makes sense!




look similar?

in eragon's smackdown/retribution/grudge match with the razac, he turns into iron man! i can see it now! "power diminishing to 25%, reverting power to life support"

also, system wide zune crashes the night i get my ipod. i laugh at microsoft.

darkness is energy efficient!

can't see all of it?

http://askaninja.com/node/5560

also: most annoying song in the world.

the aftermath of christmas

ipod received. what could be better than that?

pwned finals for some classes. also good, because there's quite a bit of monetary reward behind those grades. like 20 bucks. even if the class is 1 unit (read: real easy).

new computer. vista sucks in annoying ways, but its still a quad-core (fast), and stuff still works.

life is good, or at least until tomorrow. there's good food on the table, its warm, music is blaring, digital guns are shooting. what could be better?

oh, its monday already?

52: posts on blog

52: Chargers points scored last night. Wouldn't be awesome if they went all the way to the Super Bowl? Wouldn't it? What kind of team that goes 8-8 and beats a 13-3 team is this? time will tell.

105 (52x2+1) dollars i received for the ipod replacement fund.

150k (52x3-6) points on rock band with the knd's set. oh yeah. i'm so pro.

yeah, i miss my numbers.

i would rather have my math finals over and over every day for the next 2 weeks than do a term paper.

Also, no music update. Still the same. I'm so lazy lol.

not batman; random crap; merry christmas

its dr. horrible's song-a-long blog! available on itunes.

yes. neil patrick harris can sing.

how to get anything you really want for Christmas:
ask for it. say you got one and lost it and really need another one. start a replacement fund. talk about it all the time. tell everyone how different and miserable your life is without one.

i made fried shrimp wrapped in spring rolls. there were fifty wrappers. it took 45 seconds each to make, plus 10 minutes to fry. that's 47.5 minutes. gone in 3 minutes, eaten by 18 people. thats 2.7 spring rolls a person. i got (tada!) 2. so someone owes me .7 of a spring roll, or 50 seconds of my life.

Well, at least i made off with 4 more dumplings then the average consumption rate.

lakers: sweet revenge.

merry christmas/crimbo! kol season is almost over.

its christmas break

and i'm off to flor-i-da!

expect guest posts here soon. maybe.

easy music update

now.... SCREAM!

thanks to you people

we now know/have these pointless things:

Paul Somers and Dale Goodrich (1937)
Following long discussion, together coined phrase "F*** you," after neighbor repeatedly asked them to turn down Benny Goodman on the phonograph.

Lucille Eck (1979)
Briefly posted sign outside Mennonite meetinghouse to ward off nosy tourists. "Wherefore Thy Fascination?" later abbreviated to "WTF?"

Martin Cooper (1973)
Invented excuse "Sorry, I'm losing reception" during one of first cell-phone calls when his friend started telling him a dream involving Teddy Roosevelt and his ex-wife making waffles together.

Dave Weathersby (1958)
Encouraged girlfriend to tie sweater around her waist to hide her "big ass."

Stuart Freyer (1933)
After getting stuck in his squat beneath 295-pound barbell at Atlas's World of Iron, invented phrase "Li'l help?"

Chester Pence (1871)
Came up with idea of simultaneously putting index finger and pinkie behind person's head in photo so it looked like he had devil horns.

Jasper Jacoby (1863)
Conceived of "gotcha nose" trick during a rainy night with his nephew. Villagers were so frightened by his illusion, they taped teacups over their noses so they wouldn't get stolen while they were asleep.

Ryan Wendel (1862)
First person to design complete ransom note by cutting individual letters out of assorted newspapers and his sister's Emily Brontë novel, then gluing them onto sheet of parchment. (Note: Wendel was really self-conscious about his handwriting.)

Archibald Gips Jr. (1730)
Discovered ear could not only be used to hear things but as shelf to hold quill pens, twigs, and sticks of butter.

Samuel Mansfield (1625)
First to use catchphrase from popular entertainment, greeting friends with line "If an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear!" (Antony and Cleopatra, Act I)

Thanks Esquire!

tut tut, tis tv thursday

survivor is finally almost over tonight! yeah!

also pushing daises is not slated for another season.

neither is the crap that came in with this fall's season, such as my own worst enemy, the ex list, etc.

sunday finished off the amazing race. that divorced couple (ken and tina) should stay divorced. have you seen the way the husband allows himself to be verbally abused like that?!?

on monday, there was this hilarious clip where i identified with teh little asian kid...when i was young...

also earlier, you should know that the big guy in the middle also attempted to explain to the kids why fighting is bad, and was called out for being a wuss.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1TBDxtioBI

the bane of asians

i honestly have no idea what it is. but whether its a genetic (mal)function, or just something that always happens, asian moms are obsessed with their child(ren)'s grades. its very sad.

what makes me laugh a little about it is the fact that most dads (even asian ones) don't care that much about grades. They just know that as long as their kid works hard and does his !$(@!*# best, its fine with them. maybe because their asian moms pushed them too hard and they swore they would never do that to their kid ever?

but as to not discourage any asian mom readers out there, you guys are the best cooks.

also: my big toe has an ingrown nail. and yes, when you put socks and shoes on and begin to run, it hurts.

wealth is great

about this time of year, i typically recieve a large haul of money. how is this?

every A in school, $20. this year, i fully expect at least 3.
final's season, $10 an hour, for 5-15 hours per week for two weeks.
every christmas, 100-120, by selling off/returning presents.
every birthday, another 70-100.
chinese new year, 50-100.

so this is cool. and it brings me happiness. and a little pride. nothing is cooler than showing off all the cool stuff you bought the day after christmas to your friends. except maybe buying it in front of them.

so, according to boethius, if ipods bring happiness, then apple has taken a little bit of heaven.

oh, and then i'm not grounded any more. not that i play much between semesters anyways.

random: grounded from something? find the alternatives. visit the library. hide out at friend's houses and play their video games. use the house phone. exercise for long, long periods of time. use the radio. and enjoy school, because really, the prison is the often the most free.

i took a short cut

no music updates on monday this/next week. changed it today instead.

things we lost in 2-10 volts of static electricity

you might care to recall that i washed my ipod in the laundry. bad, bad, bad, bad. horrible.

well, now, i have lost my computer, hopefully due to a melting motherboard/power supply, and not a virus, which would totally suck, because the next computer will likely have the same problem and while both of these items will be replaced sometime after christmas, I CANNOT LIVE LIKE THIS!

i feel depraved.

and in two weeks, i will be on a six hour plane ride, and the only consolation is that it is a red-eye.

despite all the holiday cheer

the emo kid inside of me finds stuff like this:

http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/786/

try it!

it appears that

winter has come upon orange county. which means standing water actually gets a little cold.

oh, and it rains. LOL!

we played football on a field two days after it rained. still a little slick, but not muddy.

some kid dropped after a 20-hour wow marathon. what a loser for playing wow.

i could have done cs:s for 20.1 hours. and not drop. oh snap!

Christmas is here. almost. isn't great that our holiday seasons are dictated by commercial stores?

Every year, someone gets sick around this time. then everyone else gets sick.

on the plus side, i might not have to ride my bike next week to school.

i will be back later. kawaii!

you have been lol'd

thought of doing another coldplay parody...

it took some wine
it took some wine bordeux
a can of pringles too
to make the snow yellow

late music monday

thought i would start off with something that classifies as "classical music"

then you have weird emo love songs lol

that is all.

blurb

nothing is more annoying than someone taking the time to say "I don't have time to talk about this, but I think you're wrong anyways, because I'm always right."

Gaaahhhh! Defenestration!

why giving winks is so important

because they're fun, and multi-useful.

lemme demonstrate using words.

the acknowledging wink: one would ask why bother. because they're less noticeable than chin nods, and a little more friendly. unless its a little kid, and you're in your thirties. then its just weird.

the average wink: moderate. like a blink. except with one eye.

the i know, you in? wink: often misunderstood, but quite powerful at business meetings and in class.

the friendster wink: preluded with an expression, this wink indicates whether or not the receiver agrees with the same emotion (likely boredom).

the salacious wink: like a flash, only much less so. fun to give, better to receive.

;)

Hail to the king

After watching several soccer games around the world, and judging by the Brits' response to the occasional NFL game, I have determined that America is a poor sport.

Why? What happens to losers after they lose? Sure, all losers feel bad. But America doesn't remember the losers. It doesn't matter how well they played, or if they somehow lost by penalties (another massively bad American tradition in football and somewhat in basketball. baseball has only ejections. soccer has only ejections. water polo has only ejections and power plays. hockey has only ejections and power plays. guess what? these games don't stem from America) no one cares.

The brits, though, seem to remember that chelsea and manchester both still exist, are great teams, and play well, despite the outcome. Huh. I like the Brits.

America loves a winner. That's why we always win.
-Patton

so that's the trick

for those of you lamzors who do not, for lamzor reasons, read the newspaper, particularly the comics:

http://community.livejournal.com/pearlswine/404814.html


i particularly think that most of the xfire and world of warcraft people, and some of the paid yahoo! bloggers are most responsible. stick to status updates.

music monday

short one this week. enjoy!

I blame DST

Ok, for some reason, most of my friends have not been posting as frequently on their blogs. Furthermore class discussion has been at an all time low. I think I know why.

DST wrecks more than just a time change havoc. The day is physically cut by an hour. The sky grows dark around 5. There is something seriously wrong with this.

But, of course, by next march, us californians will welcome DST. especially those who surf.

Apple spyphone

I saw the new iphone commercial, in which apple marketed a program which will track other iphone. once again, the need to find, track, and stalk your friends and loved ones is disturbing. but why? is it the desire to feel control over a person's movements? is it a need to know? does this violate people's privacy (obviously, if someone wanted to disable finding themselves, they could, but the ignorant and the exhibitionists (wait, that's not right...) will be unable or unwilling to)? huh...

this is a very fun app.

this was really hard

but here it is!

baby kings, derived from viva la vida-coldplay

I used to drool and hurl
The wants would come when i said the word
Now in the morning I sleep, troubled
See the child in an old photo

I used to scream and cry
From the pain, I thought I would die
Look around as they presented me
As they held me up just like the Lion King

The diapers would catch my pee
Until my age became to be
Then I discovered that I could stand
Then it all came down, now its the end

I hear my shrill alarm a ringing
My works a drag the boss is screaming
Be more quicker, my watch, until
It's time to go home and have a meal

But to be back with my choo-choo train
Once time pass it will never,
never in a real world
but that was when I knew no words

It was the evil and nasty sin
That made it all so paper thin
I can't remember what I had done
All I know right now, is I have a son

I'm in a nasty state
But I've a job from six to eight
I'm just a sucker for pretty things
I knew I should've protected something

I hear my shrill alarm a ringing
My works a drag the boss is screaming
Be more quicker, my watch, until
It's time to go home and have a meal

I wish someday that time could change
when they all praised me cause i knew my name
to a time that was so good
but that was when i drooled and hurled

I hear my shrill alarm a ringing
My works a drag the boss is screaming
Be more quicker, my watch, until
It's time to go home and have a meal

I wish someday that time could change
when they all praised me cause i knew my name
to a time that was so good
but that was when i drooled and hurled

-tim

Music Comments

1. Human isn't that new, but its a good Killers song anyways. Hopefully the rest of the new album will be an improved Hot Fuss.

2. For some reason, Dad really likes this one.

3-4, 6. Just for good measure, some British pop, and what created British pop.

5. The one Jack Johnson song I don't have.

7. The theme song from Chuck. You didn't know that? Really?

queer ads, economic woes

This is hilarious, if you get it. Kind of like a hard of hearing genie who once gave a man a twelve-inch pianist.

anyways...

The election is tomorrow. Do you know who you're voting for? More importantly, why?

I miss Joe Biden. That man's mistakes make me laugh. Where is he now, anyways?

Presidents, actually, do very little to help the economy in any way. The power still resides in the people, no matter what tax cuts, programs, or fiscal policy any president offers.

Why do we even bother having the Fed, or Social Security? Both are useless in this time and age. The Fed does very little by cutting interest rates, because only the consumer decides whether they want loans. Social Security is flawed because of our retiree-to-employee ratio, which means less people pay more for old people who only spend and create a minimal amount of jobs. And yes, planning for retirement is a bad idea for the whole. People end up hoarding money (not spending) to hopefully spend it when they can't enjoy it. Work is good for you, because then businesses are spending, the government is spending, and you are spending. Yay for socialism!

i feel rich

yay new tv, new car, and now, new phones hahahahaahaaaa.

call me! 949-292-6776

Wanna see...a magic trick?

Watch more video games and play free games at WeGame.

combine two loves: the dark knight, and team fortress 2.

Not another LOTR

"Oh, f***, not another elf!"
- Hugo Dyson, a real Inkling at a reading of LOTR by J.R.R. Tolkien himself.

So, I was browsing through wikiquote.org, and i found that. I also found someone named starhawk, who is apparently a witch. Huh?

Lisa: Mom, romance is dead. It was acquired by Hallmark and Disney in a hostile takeover, homogenized, and sold off piece by piece.
- The Simpsons

I really like wikiquote...although they miss some of the best quotes.

But they did get this one:

Jim: Jan is about to have a baby with a sperm donor. And Michael is preparing for the birth of a watermelon with Dwight. Now, this baby will be related to Michael through... delusion.

Rocker pants

I recently found that, due to the sudden lack of laundry washes, I had about two pairs of pants remaining in my...um...pile of clothes. One, quite obviously, had a waist size of 25 and apparently failed to be sent to goodwill. so while i promptly put that in the appropriate place, I was left with the last remaining clean pair of pants. I didn't think they would be that bad, as a few months ago I was wearing them everywhere. Well, apparently my biking has caused my legs, particularly my thighs, to swell and muscularlize. And, so, I feel like a rock star. The truth is, they're really uncomfortable. The circumference of the legs is just not enough, despite the waist being fine, and the boot-cut accommodating my calves fine. What is wrong with these pants? I feel like getting a rash, and using the bathroom is a hassle, because the mere looseness and comfortability of men's boxers directly contradict with everything rocker pants clearly need to be. its like i need...omg...oh no...ok, so these pants were in a bin....

http://www.flixya.com/video/4297/Michael_Scott_(The_Office)_Wearing_Womens_Clothes

Take that, dancing seniors

despite my rather negative review of ac/dc's black ice, i must, undoubtedly, give them the best props possible, just for beating out HSM3's soundtrack *kaff*. That acronym makes me gag with penultimate expulsions of bile and filth from the esophagus. ac/dc, however...is still better than any senior. disney, you may have cute girls and an unhealthily thin "man" (maybe efron is a girl, just like how peter pan was always played by a girl until Hook), but nothing stands against the power of rock.

dude you bastards took away my ice cream

so, i got a bucket of rocky road, because i like chocolate and marshmewwows and nuts, but i looked at it and thought wow, this is really small. something is wrong here. those bastards took my ice cream! just another effect of the economy. but couldn't you people in charge of ice cream sizes just raise the prices? i mean, cold stone is starting to look cheaper and cheaper...

new music tuesday

this week's song is a somewhat old one, from slipknot: before i forget. i keep hearing this on the radio, but i finally found out who it was actually from. its harsh, its grinding, its alternative metal. what could be better?

ac/dc released black ice last week, i think. only their website and walmart are currently selling it, but i dont think i'll get it. it just seems to lack the energy and focus of tnt, or even back in black. and these guys are old. go surf on a big longboard, in australia.

snow patrol is getting better, with take back the city, on their new album a hundred million suns. its a lot harder than typical snow patrol, kind of like how violet hill was way harder than typical coldplay.

just buckets and buckets of this stuff, everywhere

lost/rusty/o'neill had a massive sample sale today, in where the factory workers have gone through all of their remaining inventory (broken, unsold, or overstocked), throw it into random boxes, and put all of it out on their front lawn. you know its good when they hand out giant plastic bags. so everyone, and I mean everyone, is tearing through all of these boxes to the point where its difficult to find out whether the shirt you're holding is your size, your gender, your taste, etc. But it's fun...i guess...it was hot out.

True Guitar Heroism

Thanks yahoo!

quick note

if you look at the very bottom of my blog, there is a silly german flash game...that is really addicting. and frustrating. Top score of mine is 7, can you beat that?

the glorious tube of you

its a wonderful thing, youtube.com

first of all, you have dramatic, if somewhat unwell shot, footage of people doing stupid things.

then you have people doing stupid things because they thought it would be cool to take videos of themselves doing stupid things.

and then you just have stupid people doing, unsurprisingly, things. just things. nothing else.

and all those stupid watchers, with their stupid comments.

(right click -> view image)

take that, world!

ow my freakin head!

apparently, when one goes about doing a natural thing he is entitled to, he receives, in response, a headache. i don't know why this happens, but it's enough to discourage me from performing a natural rite that billions of other people have gone through. But if i don't do this, then i get a headache anyways, and possibly eventual death. Another lose-lose, another catch-22.

Anyways, to ward of the headaches, and an impending "do this **** assignment or you fail", which is due in 1 FRICKIN hour!!!!1!, i have written the first few lines of this:

I used to drool and hurl
But wants would come when i said the word
Now in the morning I sleep, troubled
See the child in an old photo

I used to scream and cry
From the pain, I thought I would die
But then someone started to sing
As they held me up like in Lion King

The diapers would catch my pee
Until my age became to be
Then I discovered that I could stand
Then it all came down, now its the end

I hear someone's alarm a ringing
My works a drag the boss is screaming
Be more nearer, my soul, until
Maybe someday I can not feel

But to be back with my choo-choo train
Once time pass it will never,
never in a real world
but that was when I knew no words

Dain Bramage

I have absolutely nothing to comment on....... Life can be so boring that way.

I read them for the articles

This morning, as I was wandering around my campus library, I happened to stumble upon the most recent issue of Esquire. Intrigued, mainly by the headline, I took it with me to a well lit corner and a comfortable chair, and opened it.

To about 30 pages of ads of men wearing suits, and about 5 pages of men in whitey-tighteys running on the beach. What? Is this a guy mag, or a gay mag?

If it wasn't for the several lucrative images following, I would have said the latter.

There's something to be said about these magazines. I miss the old Rolling Stone mags, the ones which were absolutely giant, and were wonderfully thick. These, while remaining normal sized, are still wonderfully thick, despite half the pages of men in either suits or whitey-tighteys. And the smell coming from these...it oozes, um, manliness. Does someone spray all of these with cologne and man perfume? As for the articles, most of them are either interviews of Obama, comedians, beautiful women, or shopping.

Wait...

what kind of "man" is so interested in shopping for whitey-tighteys, anyways?

The Love of Substituted Doctrine

Unlike the real thing, this is actually possible. Try it out! It's fun, and easy. Although, eventually, you might find yourself drawn up and through the endless shapes of the void....

Anyways, I was just trying to think up a title that has absolutely nothing to do with the song, ala fall out boy.

And so, I have a free weekend and money in my pocket. Where will this money go? No one knows. But that's ok. I would rather help myself than the economy.

The average IQ is not 97. It's ideally 100, and Mensa is supposed to adjust the scale. I just thought that certain IQ ads should know. In case anyone's interested, my unofficial IQ is 139, and I have absolutely no idea which test that would be on.

Random.

Apathy

At some point, you just have to ask what the point really is.

What's the point of writing this blog? Is it just a hole through which my feelings and meaningless comments can escape into the world? Does it really do anything? Does anyone care? Meh.

Perhaps its just adrenaline/epinephrine/testosterone withdrawal from paintball, or the fact that I have a presentation due in two days that I don't give crap about, because I worked so hard for a letter that won't matter in a few weeks, or months, or even years. But it just seems that only the pointless has a point. We love the pointless. The American people work in order to play, and usually end up treating play as work. No one gives a crap about important things, except those who actually feel as if they need it. We love games. We stake our money on whether a horse will cross the line first, or if the score of two professional teams will fall within a certain range. And everybody watches tv, right? Is this a problem? Perhaps not, at least, for now. But eventually, we will get up out of our couch, seat, cushion, or bed, by circumstance or by admitting we have a disease, and face the things that will last much longer than a hormonal rush.

(No, i'm not quitting this blog)

Please be reading instrucion manual

Not-so-famous misreadings or failure to read or just bad instructions:

Failed to read that several papers were due one week, on various days, which lowered my overall grade significantly.

Misread instructions on how to properly destroy the earth. Gave up after the fifth attempt.

No, I'm not dyslexic, but I switched the numbers on my math final, and missed enough other questions to net a parental unsatisfactory grade.

Oiled up my fill nipple on my paintball tank. Fortunately, caught the mistake before this happened:
http://www.sapaintball.info/sapb/dynamic/index.php?id=757

And, if you saw the Amazing Race last night, one team failed to see the note to walk to their next destination, thus costing them a 1 in 8 shot at a million dollars.

So, read them.

Painball

Did it yesterday, but today hurts more than the worst hits I've ever had, but I've gotten used to it. After all, it's only my umpteenth time.

Anyways, the kill of the day goes something like this:

Now my name is Timmay C, I've got a license to kill
I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill
Now what do we have here, a sniper in the rear
I run this land, you understand, I make myself clear.
I stepped into the wind, I had no band, he thought "a friend"
I shouted drop the gun but he didn't see my grin.

Then I shot him. Best. Kill. Ever.

Paparazzi Support

"I sit there and I look back and I'm like, 'I'm a smart person. What... was I thinking?"
-Britney Spears.

No, actually Brit, you're not really that smart. Your publicist is smart. You might have been smart on Earth-2 (Megan Fox knows what that is. She's smarter and hotter than you, Brit), but remember folks: Spears gives a prime example of This is your brain on drugs.

Ok, so enough ranting about Brit. Let's rant against something else.

Rise Against released their new album, Appeal to Reason. It's rather disappointing, and doesn't seem as innovative or invigorating as The Sufferer and the Witness, but at least for the most part they can still pull it off. Sometimes.

I was lying in bed last night, decoding problems in my head, when I realized that I left my iPod in my shorts, which were currently in the dryer, which logically means that they were in the wash previously. So now I have an iPod that refuses to charge, but remains happily functioning when attached to the computer or the car. For that matter, remember my killer earbuds? They remain killer, not killed, and function just as well as before they were baptized.

SNL Fey/Poehler as Palin/Clinton

Hiliarious! A Must See!

the gods amongst us

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081007/ap_on_re_as/as_nepal_living_goddess

"I feel a bit sad, but since my child has become a living goddess I feel proud," said her father Pratap Man Shakya.

Well, now, how do you feel about your daughter spending the night with decapitated goat heads?

Personally, I think that, beyond obvious reasons, this is disturbing. What if she's the anti-god?

and in other news:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20081003/od_nm/us_ignobels;_ylt=AiPoHl6fvRY.dhPF7NkLwZ3tiBIF

now i know why it hurts so much when i spill coke in certain areas.
as for the chips part, didn't you already know that?

Ha! HA! It's resurrected!

I LIIIVVEEEE!

ok, so, like i have a thesis i have to turn in NOW, and other deadlines that will probably kill me, so i'll just entertain you with something quick and witty.

Vote for McCain and Fey!