I’ve finished reading up through volume 28 of Berserk, which is made available thanks to the efforts of The Band of the Hawks. Volume 29 comes out next month.

I thought it would be pretty hard to read a mango, since … everything usually gets all mumbled and jumbled on a comic book page, and in mangas, it’s backwards to boot (start at the top left panel, read bubbles from left to right.) I really, really like Berserk, though. My favorite moment is long after the eclipse, when Berserk has his new companions and they come to a place where many armies are gathered to fight a war, and his companions start talking about the Band of the Hawk (since Guts is a quiet guy, they don’t know that he was the Hawks’ Raid Leader,) and the kid that is following Guts around asks, were you a mercenary once?

Guts says he doesn’t remember. And Caska, she’s been crazy the whole time these people have known her, and have no idea that she’s a bad-ass warrior, just like Guts.

There’s also a pretty bad-ass game for the PS2 that was never released in the US.

Ah, Sukie’s fish (my favorite one, General) is getting better. It brings warm feelings to my heart.

On Friday I released a new version of an animation tool I’ve been writing, dubbed Dragon. I figured out how to add icons to GLFW-handled apps and did some other cool stuff, and wound up with what I thought was a really solid release candidate.

Since Dragon is in Open Beta, I released it upon the world, only to find out that there were some really stupid bugs in there. That’s why it’s in Beta – Beta means that it’s likely to have world-ending bugs in there.

I digress, I was not pleased with the bugs, so I squashed them all, even the women children. One of the things I am proud of is how well I have learned C++, which most people agree is the most powerful non-Assembly language. Ultimately, I’d be really happy writing C++ for a living (or so I think) because I really enjoy writing elegant solutions for complex problems.

Well, that post wasn’t really that interesting – but here’s something that is:

The old vampire from Underworld is the old rocker from Love Actually. I didn’t realize that when I watched Love Actually, but if you’ve seen it, and then see Underworld, you can’t help but laugh when the old vampire talks – it’s hilarious! I saw the director’s cut of Underworld, and I didn’t notice that they added too much (the movie did seem less blue to me – if the director didn’t add all the blue, who the heck did? This of course, could have been the screen, and not the film.)

So I took some time to flesh out my blog-links on the sidebar there. I took the time to write up interesting descriptions of each link, so be sure to move your mouse over them for a few seconds (hehe, I said mouseover in my head. If you laughed, you’re a geek.)

So we’re at the fish store last night, because they were holding some Bettas for my wife, and they had two really cool looking ones. I thought the big one was cool, and the smaller one had a split-ish tail (betta officianados would say it isn’t a split tail, so I’m told.) Sukie wanted to get both, and despite a previously agreed upon price, she got them anyway. She totally said I could have her bitchin’ 17 inch LCD monitor (which has yet to be christened, as we’re awaiting delivery of Sukie’s PC,) but I opted to get coffee.

A hot coffee. Well, it was cold, really. But at least I’ll get those sweeeeet Google crawlers all up ons. So anyway, the last several posts have been rather bizarre, but well commented. Bravo!

Sukie’s favorite! A lyric dump!

Take Me in Your Arms – Dean Martin

Take me in your arms
I promise to be true
Never again I’ll stray
Away from you

So last night, I was on my way home from work and was listening to my iPod when I heard “It’s 5 O’Clock Somewhere” on my iPod. I put it on there, because it’s a catchy little tune and I have very eclectic tastes in music.

I didn’t use to like any country music, at all, but about a year and a half ago, Sukie put a country station on my car’s radio presets, and I showed her up and started listening to it. Ha!

Flash forward to last night (!) and I said, hey, I wonder what’s on that country station. Eventually my car got worked on and I didn’t put the preset back, so I have been country free for some time now. So, I tuned it in, and what song do you think was playing?

If you said “It’s 5 O’Clock Somewhere”, you get a cookie. Not a real one. Nevertheless, I was taken aback by this shocking coincidence, but somehow found a way to move on.

Or did I?

I’m all kinds of confusing right now.

Anyway, I’m trying to see how long I can go without an emotional outburst (for me, this means a tantrum.) So far I’ve been good since Sunday. I need to get to the gym, as working out is cathartic (theorb will tell me if I’m abusing the word) and seems to get out my bad energy.

I’ve pretty much gained back whatever I lost at the beginning of summer and my body is all out of whack. I’m still away from the HFCS, but one key part of my diet is missing – the 9 grain bagels from Einsteins. Those things are mana from heaven. Maybe not so tasty, but definitely doable as a breakfast meal that’ll keep you very full and strong through til lunch, or maybe just second breakfast.

Ah well, such is my life.

He started the day with a mood and a shake.
He was finally arranged.
And someone said with a cold, hard chest, “You’re a mess!”

There, the lyric spew wasn’t too bad.

I have finally realized that the online world we inhabit, is only a mirror of the real world. The real world has also been infested with trolls. Naysayers – People who are against the grande ideals of Truth, Love, and Beauty.

It has become known to myself that there is a Troll among us.

Troll, you take my precious things, and you spit upon them. You anger me at the very depths of my soul. You are a beast, not fit to be among proper folk, so the great justices of this world has banished you to the outer reaches of our territories.

Foul beast, there will be a reckoning. Let us hope that you hold your tongue more closely, lest my temper be unleashed. Your works are of nothing – an abomination is he that choses you.

You heard me. You should know now, that I hear you. Now do a better job of avoiding me, and be damned sure I don’t hear you talking shit about me and mine.

I’m all rage, baby.

I used to have a friend that liked to work on cars. He’d tell me that the cars demanded a blood sacrifice, and, as such, he’d always be bleeding by the end of his auto-maintenance.

My PC didn’t want to POST. If you know what that is, congratulations, you are a geek. Hey, you’re reading a blog, too – double bonus, you geek! For the rest of you, it means my PC didn’t start right away and it was defying logic. What it boiled down to was me using a good computer to access the net and follow really really really simple instructions that seemed below me, but seems to have fixed the problem. The PC still is temperamental – but it boots up and that’s good enough to me.

Back to my friend, and how it relates to my new PC. It wasn’t booting, remember? I got real mad and yelled at people I love (like I always do) and they’re all in bed, and here I am, blogging. I would like to say that I’ll change my ways, but I probably won’t, just like I haven’t. It makes me miserable to make other people miserable, and I really feel sorry for anybody who knows me or otherwise has to deal with me. I’m a crummy, horrible, wretched person.

Some of you are saying, “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” but some people are saying, “Go on …”

So it boils down to this – I’m sorry I’m a fuck-up. If you don’t want to know me, I’ll find a way to deal with it, because I certainly don’t want to know me. If you can accept all the bad things about me, I swear there’s something good about me that you might miss when you don’t know me, but, like I said, I’m a horrible person, I have a really short fuse, but on the plus side, people with short fuses don’t live very long at all. So you’ll be glad to know that I’ll die before you.

Oh, and new rule – drink and build PCs. I’ll be damned if it didn’t steady my nerves. I’ll be damned if it isn’t a sin. A delicious, mind-numbing sin.

But hey, news flash, I don’t think it works that way. Even on your best day, you can’t forsee the future.

Oh boy, I think I need another drink.

Long story short, I’m sorry that I’ve fucked up for what must be the 1,000,000th time. I’d like to say that I’ll make it up to y’all (especially Sukie), but really, what you want is for me to stop fucking up and being so goddamn mad all the time. That’s not happening soon, and I’m doubly sorry for that.

Ok, the trip to Colorado went as well as could be expected. I was really anxious to go to Colorado, since it has been about 10 years since I was last there.

I didn’t like it there, for the most part. Mostly because it sucked.

The highlight of my trip was meeting my friend Azymn (I’m on the left.) The lowpoint was the parking lot at the Denver Zoo – and me, being myself.

I’d like to write a long and drawn out review of the trip, but I guess I just don’t have the will to.

In case you hadn’t heard, there’s a big fricking crater in Utah State Road 6.

Whoa.

Oh, and I have this weekend off to go to Colorado. I’m meeting Azymn, creator of ForceMod III, which I host right here at mt-wudan. Hip Hip – Hooray!

So today was the parent-teacher conferences at Jabba’s school. It was a quaint meeting, where it was difficult to tell if Jabba’s teacher fully understood Jabba’s predicament. His vision was 20/200, which is legally blind. That’s the eye he’s going to school with. He says he doesn’t cheat at school (ie, use his ‘good’ eye) and I’ll beleive him because he apparently gets bored of trying to do his schoolwork and daydreams or otherwise moves on to other things. I can imagine that finishing your schoolwork is difficult when you can’t fricking see. But he tries, and that’s what’s important to me. During and after the meeting I couldn’t help but grin, because Jabba’s teacher didn’t seem (to me) to understand that he’s having a hard time seeing, and that’s that.

If you take off that patch on his eye, he’d fucking dazzle you. He was recognizing letters and a few words at 3 and a half, reading at 4, and cheated at his very first parent teacher conference, when asked what the colors of the crayons were, he fucking read the labels. He’s gifted.

He’s awesome, and I love him very much.

I just read a synopsis for the season premiere of Lost. It will air on September 21, 2005, and will be called “Man of Science, Man of Faith” – it apparently takes place right after the season finale, which goes against preliminary reports that the show would take place months after the events of the season-ender, which would piss me off, given the state of the finale. Oh boy that finale …

Shooting started a week ago. Wanna hear about how they will add the new cast members? I love Lost