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The new Resident Evil trailer is available. It looks remarkable, and far from intellectually stimulating. Which is just fine by me. I enjoyed the first one, and it wasn't exactly life changing. I only have one comment worth mentioning in this blog, and that is to make fun of the character design. The game's version of the Valentine character decided to change into a mini-skirt and a skimpy top before going into combat. While I understand showing skin, I find it more ridiculous to dress like that when you're going to be running and fighting zombies than the dead walking around. Looks like they kept the design for the movie Valentine. Eh, she's good looking, so I won't be complaining too much. It's just silly.
Edit: Ah, glorious schadenfreude. I hope Courtney Love goes to a jail even uglier than she is in that story's photo.
Look sharp. |9:33 AM|
Zusty had this on her blog, and I found it highly amusing. This is for reasons that can only be described as immature.
I was going to look for more of them, but typing spidey fuckeyes into images.google.com seemed a poor idea.
For reasons I don't understand, there is a certain joy in the idea of a dinosaur flying a kite:
Here are some images I made out of Calvin and Hobbes comics that I may or may not have already posted. The dance image was interesting to create in that the original strip lacked clear borders between frames, and in fact lacked an equal number of Calvins and Hobbes.
Edit: I found the image in question, and I'll link to it here as long as no one tells Mr. Watterson. Dance. Notice that on the first and second lines, there are unequal numbers of Calvins, and Hobbes. The whole idea of separate frames is abandoned. From reading his last book, Bill Watterson loved to experiment with his strip, abandoning certain format conventions to the (deliberate)consternation of comics page editors. I could go on and on but if you're interested in such things, take a look at "Understanding Comics" by Scott McCloud, or read Watterson's last book. Sheesh, the previous paragraph could have been shortened to "When I was stealing Watterson's images, and turning it into a short animation, I had to edit and re-use some of the note graphics, as well as re-arrange the Calvins to make proper frames due to his stylistic choices."
After Calvin has transmogrified himself into a Tiger: It also works as a general "Huh?" type image.
That damn toaster is STILL ALIVE |10:16 AM|
That damn toaster of mine got lucky this past 4th of July. The plan was to fill it with explosives, and then attach it to a long extension cable, so its own coils would be what started the detonation.
I did not purchase fireworks here in Austin before going to Dallas, as I knew my pals would have a favored store in the area. Unfortunately, the use of fireworks was nearly non-existant this year in Dallas. As you can imagine, the areas in which you can safely blow up a toaster (which does have some metal components, making it highly dangerous) are limited, so without the Dallas crew I had no way of putting my toaster through the destruction it so richly deserves.
Damn you toaster. My revenge will come, for all the fallen Pop-tarts, for all the slices of bread, there will be a terrible reckoning. Your own coils shall bring your doom.
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Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Not worth the pixels |11:11 PM|
It's sad when what you look forward to the most about your day at work is that there's going to be a new issue of "The Onion" available to read while toiling through the day.
Once the aquarium becomes functional I'll take some pictures. That, and pictures of the robot.
I saw the movie Super Size Me over the weekend, and in response I have given up carbonated drinks, especially Coca-cola and other similar beverages. It's been a bit rough, caffiene is addictive and I don't do well without it. I'm still waiting for the 3 day long headache that usually follows.
Eating better, even just a little better is rarely seen as intensely masculine. I think all the skinny hippies with twisted ideas on morality, politics and bathing have given a stigma to some alternative eating habits.
At a restaurant in Dallas, I ordered a drink, and headed over to the fountains at which I spied rootbeer. Fountain rootbeer is a rare enough treat that I'll go for it just about every time. Right before I started filling the cup I remembered that I had stopped drinking such things, and filled my cup with sissy, pink lemonade.
Anyhow, this is really just a note to myself that I started this process on Sunday. 3 days down, 27 to go.
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What was I talking about? My head hurts. |3:07 PM|
The fumes from the work are giving Vid and myself headaches. I'm going to try to convince him that we should go home early lest we start vomiting.
There are things I want to write about, going to Dallas, the aquarium, the fumes.
