LO2

So I was thinking, how cool what it be to take an old boom box and use it as a PC case? Mount an LCD in the back, a slideout bluetooth keyboard and mouse, and an amp to drive the speakers? How cool would that be?

So anyway, I went looking on eBay for something that would do the trick, and I found this. I have never seen anything as great as this in my life. I want to worship it like a god.

Gamer Pirates.

I hate it when people steal my bandwidth.

Poopy.

13063 hits in one day! My first day over 10000.

Why does this make me so happy?

For those of you who are unfamiliar with Michel Gagné, just think "somebody who Tim Burton wishes he was as good as." His upcoming Insanely Twisted Shadow Puppet Show has released a couple of trailers. I'm excited, how about you?

My page has become less of a "Here's why I'm angry and therefore pensive and attractive to the opposite sex" page and more of a "Hey! Look at the thing with the blinky and shiny! It's expensive and there's a motor in it! (Link)" page.

Simply put, I'm really busy. I'm tired of being broke all the time, so I'm trying to get my shit together a little. Plus I have a girlfriend.

Anyway, I'll try to get back on the ball soon enough.

P.S. - You may have noticed the Google Ads. Scream "Sellout!" all you want, but I got a roof to fix and dental work needs doin'. I made 14 cents so far. Woo!

This is how liberty dies. With thunderous applause.

I was talking with Nikonius about anime and manga. I've become something of a nut for Korean films over the last year or so, and I asked him if he thought that I might be trying to compensate for the fact that Japanese media has become too mainstream, and in my unconscious pursuit to be indie (read: cool to the ladies), I shifted my attention to Korea (even though it's really no secret anymore). He thought that was not the case, and that I was overthinking things.

It still bugged me, however. What would be the indicator that Japanese entertainment/media culture had reached critical mass (read: diffusion, watering down) in the U.S.? I needed an answer.

Now I Have One.

GreenCine has started a page of Movie Genre Primers to let you get a foot in the door on certain film styles and movements. Handy for your next trip to the Alamo Drafthouse.

The E3 folks were good enough to put together E3insider, a page for us gamers to get the E3 experience. No booth girls though.

Meathead #1: I think I just threw up in my pants.
Meathead #2: Cool.

Overheard in New York

Yes, I know I'm getting link happy again.

Found at Kam (A person, not a site. It would be hard to hyperlink to his brain. I think he thinks he's too good for a blog. He just walks around coffee shops and says "lookit!" over and over. At least he doesn't FWD all the time. Nikonius (Hey! A link!) says that people that FWD alot need to get it into their fucking heads that they should get a blog. Interestingly, these two instances do not link directly to one another (In other words, he's not talking about Kam.).).

Chick on cell: Honey, your boyfriend isn't a boyfriend. He's, like, a boyfriend-substitute...He's, like, the I Can't Believe It's Not Butter of boyfriends.

--Times Square

from Overheard in New York.

OK, I'm curious to see if I have enough traffic now to drum up interest in such a ridiculous project.

The Brak Album is something I never got around to doing, so I've turned it into a communal project/contest. The project page is located at:

http://www.L-O-2.com/brak

If you have interest in mashups, remixes, stupid music, etc., check it out. If you like the idea, and you have a blog, link to it. Thanks.

The Secret Lover Collection is a series of greeting cards for that special someone that you're fucking on the side.

Y'know, I'm no Don Juan. I kind of fumble my way through relationships and hope for the best. In other words, I don't have all the answers, and in the past, I've made my mistakes. But seriously: do you want to leave a paper trail?

The internet is stupid.

So, I finally finished trudging through the seven seasons of Star Trek: Voyager. What the hell. Seriously, what the hell.

Not a good way to follow up Deep Space Nine, and probably the worst series ending ever. Still, there were several episodes that I thought were really good, and several that had me laughing out loud. So there.

Top six things I learned from my Voyager experience:

1. Anything can be fixed with nanoprobes.
2. Taking a Borg to a bar makes for a cheap date.
3. You can't not watch a Borg and an E.M.H. sing "You Are My Sunshine."
4. Neelix likes it Klingon style.
5. Never drink meat nectar.
6. Korean men never get laid in the Delta Quadrant.

Trailer's out. A year before the release date. A year. Not gonna read the book now. Just going to wait for the movie. Note: I will beat senseless the person who gives the story away, just so you know.

More Goodies:

Saint Ralph
Must Love Dogs (Diane Lane. Rowr.)
Rize
Batman Begins (That horse. That awesome horse.)

While in medical school, Senate majority leader Bill Frist adopted cats from Boston animal shelters, telling shelter staff he intended to keep them as pets. He would then experiment on and kill the animals as part of his medical studies.

This guy is gonna be the Republican candidate for president in 2008. Bet on it.

I don't care if the democrats pick a duck billed platypus next time. My bumper is gonna read "Platypus 2008."

So there's this cat. This damn cat. I mad a cat door for my cat, so she wouldn't have to wait for me to get in and eat, and this other damn cat decided to start coming in my house to eat all of my cat's food. I would come in the house, and here's this cat. It would freak the hell out, bolting and hissing, and tear out of the cat door, ripping it up a little more each time.

And then I rebuilt the cat door. Better. Stronger. Faster. OK, not faster, but you get the idea.

Problem is, the door now only goes in, and my cat has to pull on it to get out. Not a big deal for my cat, but the other one is too busy freaking out to stop and pull on it, and instead opts for hissing, freaking out, and running all around my house, breaking shit.

The first time, I just opened the front door, and Shit Cat (I'm gonna call the other cat 'Shit Cat' for the rest of this post to avoid confusion) ran the hell out. Minor Shit Cat damage.

The day before yesterday, I wake up from a nap, and Shit Cat is napping on my dining room table. I don't see him until he flips the hell out and leaps five feet in the air, snagging the top rung of some of my blinds and hissing its Shit Cat head off. So, I open the door, and go to the other room for a broom, to assist in herding Shit Cat out the door. I come back with the broom, and shit cat's gone.

Or so I thought.

Shit Cat was not gone. Shit Cat was jammed behind my washer/dryer, waiting. I leave for work, and Shit Cat comes out, eats almost all of my cat's food (there was a lot of food), and then proceeds to break all my shit. This freaking cat pulled down half a dozen of my blinds, knocked down books, CDs, a lamp, etc.

And then the fucker peed. And I can't figure out where.

Anyway, Shit Cat is awaiting me when I return, with hissing and gnashing of teeth. He then proceeds to smash himself against the windows with surprising force, climbing some of the last remaining blinds, breaking a curtain, and then smashing into more windows (I honestly don't know how he didn't break them all.), before running to his washer/dryer hidey hole.

With great patience, I opened the back door, then slowly forced the cat from behind the washer, at which point he bolted out the back door.

Honestly, about 10% of me wants to beat the cat senseless. The other 90% just needs a good idea of what to do short of using kitty tranq darts.

My house smells like cat pee.

If you needed hard drive space like I needed hard drive space...well, we'd both need a lot of hard drive space. Buffalo 250GB external hard drive. $150 after $30 rebate. That's almost as cheap as an internal on special. I wish I had more money. So I could buy crap I don't really need in the first place. Ah, Capitalism.

The internet is so weird. Way weird. Too weird. Oh my god.

Warning: kinda loud. Also, probably NSFW, because your co-workers will think you're insane.

Addendum: What the hell?