Well today's the day. It's now officially the almost end of another year, and everyone turns their focus on the "Happy New Year". It's most certainly happy because we have no idea yet what kind of crap that will likely be poured on us. We're Happy, because the year is blank and new. It's a time of possibility and wonder, but for some it can also be a possible source of anxiety. What does the new year hold? Will it really be happy?

So having said all this, I certainly do hope 2005 is a happy year. Do I have resolutions? Not really. There's nothing I want to do or not do. I could say I want to diet, but I'm like 98 pounds soaking wet. I could say I want to stop smoking, but I already did. I could forgive past acquaintances in the hopes of forgetting them. I could talk a little bit sweeter, love a little bit deeper. Yadda yadda.

So...My plans for this festive occassion? Nothing. Maybe I'll just drink a pitcher of Red Bull Cosmopolitans and pass out on the bed before the countdown. Who knows?

Red Bull Comsopolitans

1 1/2 oz Bacardi Limon
2 oz Red Bull Energy Drink
1 oz Cointreau
1/2 oz fresh Lime Juice

Shake all ingredients with ice and strain into a chilled martini glass and serve. Guaranteed to strip the hair off your liver. It is approximately 46 proof, but the Red Bull kicks it to you harder than normal. Do not drink more than 3 of these....Aaron.

Here are some nifty songs produced with videogame sound effects. It just so happens they have a new collection of Christmas tunes. Enjoy!

I dunno what's most impressive about this animation... The fact that it's an animation based on Generation One Transformers? The 3D models? The animation? The cool soundtrack? The excellent Flash presentation? All in all, this is just a slick package, and you should check it out.

Autobots...Transform!

Well, it's better late than never, but Merry Christmas to my loyal readers! I hope you both had an excellent Christmas! (haha) Actually, can I still wish you a Merry Christmas? Maybe in the interest of equal time, I should wish you a Happy Holiday, or a Happy Chaunnakkuuhh (bless you), or happy Kazaa. Funny, I thought Kazaa was a pier-to-pier download program. Man, everything has its own holiday now.

Anyway, I hope you got everything your greedy little hearts desire, and I promise I'll be quicker with the Happy New Year wishes. Can I say Happy New Year?

I larfed so hard I fotted. *WARNING TO THE FAMILY : This is graphic and vulgar*

BUSTED!

And no, I don't mean that asshat, George W... I'm talking about the Dubba Dubba Twins. I mean come on. Any set of hot twins is okay in my book. You all should know by now that I'm a big fan of the Olsen trolls. Well the Dubba Dubba Twins beats them HANDS DOWN. I mean, the Olsens are nice, but a little too waifish and too treasure troll for my tastes. (DEFINATELY not saying I wouldn't get with that in a heartbeat!) But you just gotta love a girl with a little meat on her bones, especially if she has an exact duplicate that is equally hot and meaty. Mmmm, meaty.

Anyway, I mention this because they were in line behind me last night waiting to see Santa. Needless to say, I immediately lost interest in Santa. Mmm, Dubba Dubba.

Here's an interesting blog. Well, I guess interesting is debatable. It's basically a woman who knits. Yeah, that's right... I called a knitting site interesting. But I guess there's more to it than knitting. She also bakes, she makes all sorts of crafties, she does quilts... she's just all around domesticated in the best sort of way.

I've always had an affinity for talented women. I know what you're thinking, but it's just as important to be talented in domestic skills. Baking, knitting, quilting, sewing.. I think these are all very important. I would love to have the talent to do these things. I'm a decent cook and many other creative things, but I've never really gotten into the whole knitting / sewing thing, despite being raised by my grandmother.

So anyway, I am in despirate need of a Pac-man sweater, so I've petitioned this lady to make one for me, spare no cost. I'll keep you posted if she answers, and I'll post a pic of me dancing in it happily if she comes through.

Oh man. I thought the Gashlycrumb Tinies was bad. Well it turns out Edward Gorey had a knack for the macabre, and he deals tragedy in spades with his short book - The Hapless Child. If you plan on being surprised by the story, don't read any further...

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So anyway, this story is about a long-haired girl named Charlotte Sophia. Her father is a British soldier who goes off to African to fight in a war and is reported dead. Her mother hears the news and eventually dies of a broken heart. Her uncle is smashed in the head by a large brick and dies. She eventually ends up with a family lawyer who takes her to an orphanage where she is punished and mistreated. She escapes and is robbed and taken away by bad men. She is sold into child labor. She eventually loses her eyesight. Her keeper goes crazy and she escapes and runs into the street. Her father, as it turns out, is not dead and comes back home to look for her. He drives up and down the city streets looking for her, and it's on one such expedition where he runs her flat in the street. Joyyyyy. Enjoy the story kiddies!

Come one! Come all! Get your hot fresh pimp name here! You can also get all the latest pimp gear, including the ever-popular bejeweled pimp cup and enough ice to refreeze the polar ice caps.

Love,

Fadeproof R. Slither

No, this isn't a request for any of my pear-shaped ex-friends. This is a request for Scott Peterson, the slimeball who decapitated his pregnant wife and dumped her into San Francisco Bay with anchors tied to her body. I hope his death is slow and painful and the tourment lasts for the rest of eternity.


Death is too good for this monster.

The art's not great, but it's not the worse Flash cartoon series even conceived. Check out Foamy the Squirrel and friends(?) in an interesting Flash series called "Neurotically Yours". I think I dated that Goth chick one time.

I recommend you watch Tech Support, The Jiggly Butt, and Squirrel Songs for starters. Enjoy!

I happened across an interesting (albeit frightening) book called The Gashlycrumb Tinies, by Edward Gorey, which is a happy little book that accounts - alphabetically no less - the early demise of a group of children. Here is an exerpt :

A is for Amy who fell down the stairs,
B is for Basil assaulted by bears.
C is for Clara who wasted away,
D is for Desmond thrown out of a sleigh...

It only gets better from there. Click the post link above to read the entire gastly book.

This anime will own you. From the creator of Serial Experiments : Lain, comes a new anime that is so deep and hauntingly beautiful that it bypasses your eyes and plays straight to your soul. It's hard to follow at times, and I haven't seen enough of the episodes to really tell where it's going, but if you loved Lain as I did, this one will blow you not only away, but into bite-sized chunks.

Check out the new Vicious Bytes website, as well as our first commercial game release, called ZapEm. That's the big news for the week.

Other than that, things are slow but steady. I entered into an agreement with another game company called NeoPong to do graphics on one of their upcoming Nintendo DS games. I am and shall remain the hardest working man in show business.

No, I haven't forgotten you, and I most likely never will. I spend atleast an hour every day thinking about you, and I long with every fiber of my being to be with you and to spend time with you again. I don't know how I can go on day after day without being with you all the time.

I miss you Blogger.

Dunno What To Say, You Know What I'm Saying?

Well it's been a while. Sorry I haven't posted more, but - you know - I've been busy. I've heard you had a lot going on anyway, and I didn't want to intrude. Also, I've been sick lately and I slept for a couple days. Oh and my car broke down in the middle of nowhere and I just got home. My computer crashes about a week ago and I haven't had time to devote to fixing it, since I've got those friends in the hospital.

Oh, alright. Those are all lies. I just didn't feel like blogging much. I've got a ton of stuff to talk about, but I never really took the time to sit down and do it. I actually did construct a blog post of mammoth proportions the other night and accidentally hit this stupid WEBPAGE UP button that's on my keyboard for some reason. They put it right next to the arrow keys, so sometimes I'll go to hit CTRL or ENTER and my finger will tap it and off I go to a previous webpage. Grrr... Curse the makers of this blasted keyboard. Curse them to the seediest underbelly of the netherworld.

Let's see... What's to talk about? Not much is new really. I've been teaching a computer class in Anniston this past week. It will run this next week and the following. It's a very interesting group of 20-something to middleage women who have all recently lost their jobs at a check processing center. In an effort to repopulate the workforce, their ex-employer paid to get them three weeks of training in Microsoft Office programs such as Word, Excel, Access, Powerpoint, etc. We are holding the classes in a converted hotel room (actually it's two with the wall knocked out) and believe me I've heard quite a few off-color remarks about ten women and a hotel room. Ugh. There are one or two shaggable ladies in the mix, but they're both married. Come to think of it, so am I. (I'm married, not a shaggable lady.) There is one girl in the mix who bares a scary and uncanny resemblance to one of my ex-girlfriends, but she would cuz they both fall within the same personality profile. The look, demeanor, facial features and expressions, smarmy sense of humor and even taste in clothing is all carbon copies. So if you ever entertain the thought that you might be one-of-a-kind or unique, give it up. Another "you" exists out there somewhere, that's goes for me, and you... and YOU.