Ok, so it took me a bit longer than a week. You guys oughta be used to it by now. In fact, you should check out my DeviantArt page- I was away for around nine MONTHS there. Yes, I'm the very definition of a lurker.
Obviously, a lot has happened in between, and I'd be hard-pressed to remember all of it. In fact, I can barely remember what I was doing before I logged in today. It's been a sleepy semester for me- went by very quickly, but at the same time it felt like it dragged on. Then again, that's how it usually feels, doesn't it? My friend is playing Yoshi's Island DS right beside me, and I hate him for it. With any luck, he will be stricken down by random act of nature, say, a stray piece of the ISS falls and knocks him out, freeing him of his DS duties so that I may abscond with the game. Yes, I said duties.
Oh, and about last time, I just wanted to mentioned that while perfectly understandable, there's a lot of pages that default to Spanish when I visit them, including Blogger. Everything computer-related just reads so very weird in Spanish- mostly because it seems to be written in European Spanish. American Spanish is to Spaniard Spanish what American English is to British English... That is to say, our Old World counterparts sound more... formal, even haughty... Which is funny, 'cause Spaniards are awesome at cursing people out.
I notice I'm veering off topic. Now I notice I have no topic whatsoever, so I'll look around the room for stuff to talk about- you know, for text padding. Ah! Mario Galaxy. You should play it- it's superb. So is Mario Strikers, for that matter- it's like Smash Bros. with a football in the middle. A real football, I mean- not a pigskin. I find it very hard to classify American Football as, well, football. Most of the time they're HOLDING the ball. They should call it American Handball. Or American Ovoid Brown Ball. Or Calvinball.
Speaking of ovoid balls, I am pretty much resigned to the fact that I am bound by a tenuous but resilient soul-link to people that like to speak up in theaters. Seriously, I can sit way up front in an empty theater, and the loudest person in the vicinity will sit right behind me. I mean, if only they made good jokes, but I've found the louder the person the lesser the wit. I'm sure there's some sort of math formula involved. You can tell when a loudmouth has negative wit- he'll start using the same joke over and over every 3 seconds, no matter what's on screen. He gets bonus points if he thinks nobody heard him so he repeats the joke, but louder.
And speaking of donkey shows, did you know that I need to get permission from the government to partake in flight training, all because I'm not a US Citizen? It's interesting how my 21 years of legal residency amount to a big, fat, ovoid zero. It's also interesting how I have to pay the TSA to run background checks on me. Oh, wait, it's not interesting- it's fucked up. EVERYBODY should get background checks, not just non-citizens. Just like you suspect me, you should suspect John J. Patriot from Austin, Texas.
TSA, what a bunch of PuDS.
But, I digress. Back on topic, I'm finding that drawing on MSPaint is unusually relaxing. Go fig.
Wait, that's not my topic... Ah, screw it, I'm gonna go draw.
Later!
Showing posts with label Wii. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wii. Show all posts
20061219
I'll be your distraction
Hey all, what's up?
*Crickets chirping*
Hey, it's hard to choose you people over the Wii. What have YOU guys ever done for me?
Hell, my Wii'll even tell me the weather in Nairobi, Kuwait, Honolulu, and the South Pole. The funniest part of the Wii Forecast Channel is that Japan is the ONLY country that has different weather symbols associated with it. Everywhere else, the symbols are pretty realistic drawings, while in Japan, the symbols are puffy and Kirby's Dreamland-ish in nature, which amuses me to no end. Then again, I enjoy spinning the virtual globe in the Channel so you can tell I'm very easily amused.
As is the case with many of you, I've been in the final days of the semester, being academically raped by sadistic sociopaths that pose as professors during the day. The best part is my Instrument Theory class, a class that teaches me the theory behind flying aircraft solely on instruments, because, unlike the movies, in real life you really, really can't trust your eyes for distances farther than 1 meter. Had Luke Skywalker turned off his instruments in this day and age, he would have initiated what in aviation is bluntly called 'Controlled Flight Into Terrain'.
Now, it's a federal mandate that students taking this class not get below 80 in any of the tests, otherwise, the course is pretty much considered Failed and must be retaken, no ifs, ands, or buts.
Yeah, no pressure there.
One thing pilots love more than sweet, sweet JET A fumes is acronyms. Pilots are one of the few people on earth that can have entire meaningful, life-changing conversations consisting entirely of abbreviations, short-hand, acronyms and acronyms that aren't acronyms. Check this out-
TJSJ 200356Z 00000KT 10SM FEW030 25/21 A2999 RMK AO2 SLP153
This is a METAR. METAR, being an aviation acronym, obviously stands for 'aviation routine weather report'. Yes, that's the official meaning of the acronym, I shit you not. Now, check it out- TJSJ means it's the San Juan airport, or Luis Muñoz Marin as we all know it. Next comes the date- it's the 20th day, 03:56 Zulu time, or Greenwich Mean Time to all you non-believers. Puerto Rico is -4, so that means that report was issued at 11:56pm local time. All those zeroes is where the wind direction and speed in knots go... Needless to say, winds are calm. Visibility is 10 statute miles, there's a few clouds at 3000 feet, temperature/dewpoint is 25 and 21 Celsius...
Notice all the bullshit I've gotten from that cryptic-ass line of letters and numbers, and I didn't even finish it. If you ever want to feel incredibly left out, just go find two pilots engaged in conversation.
Anyways, back on topic, last week we took our SECOND test of the semester, so that means we had somewhere around four months of gathering material for it- the test covered around half of the book. This test was full of those awesome acronyms, like MEA, MOCA, RCO, MAA, DA, MDA, ARTCC, TCH, TDZE, HAA, HAT, MRA, COP....
Most of the students were considering some sort of ritual mass suicide on the runway, seeing how massive in scale this suppository of a test was gonna be. Some panicked, some just stood stoically, like samurai that do not fear death, but embrace it. I... I did what I usually do, and didn't stress about it as much as I should have. I had fun studying the holding patterns, but other than that, I didn't really pick up the book for anything else, mainly because it's so fucking heavy.
Got an 89 on it- and I was all smiles that day. Seriously, you'd think Scarlett Johansson just gave me a blowjob or something. Best part is, I outscored people I thought had pretty much etched the entire book into their retinas, so you could say it was like Scarlett Johansson gave me a blowjob while Jessica Alba played with my balls.
I'll let that image sink in for a few seconds.
Got it? Ok, moving right along, then. This post has gotten kinda long, so I'm gonna end it here for the time being, however, when we return, I'll talk about Woman Logic ™.
Laters!
*Crickets chirping*
Hey, it's hard to choose you people over the Wii. What have YOU guys ever done for me?
Hell, my Wii'll even tell me the weather in Nairobi, Kuwait, Honolulu, and the South Pole. The funniest part of the Wii Forecast Channel is that Japan is the ONLY country that has different weather symbols associated with it. Everywhere else, the symbols are pretty realistic drawings, while in Japan, the symbols are puffy and Kirby's Dreamland-ish in nature, which amuses me to no end. Then again, I enjoy spinning the virtual globe in the Channel so you can tell I'm very easily amused.
As is the case with many of you, I've been in the final days of the semester, being academically raped by sadistic sociopaths that pose as professors during the day. The best part is my Instrument Theory class, a class that teaches me the theory behind flying aircraft solely on instruments, because, unlike the movies, in real life you really, really can't trust your eyes for distances farther than 1 meter. Had Luke Skywalker turned off his instruments in this day and age, he would have initiated what in aviation is bluntly called 'Controlled Flight Into Terrain'.
Now, it's a federal mandate that students taking this class not get below 80 in any of the tests, otherwise, the course is pretty much considered Failed and must be retaken, no ifs, ands, or buts.
Yeah, no pressure there.
One thing pilots love more than sweet, sweet JET A fumes is acronyms. Pilots are one of the few people on earth that can have entire meaningful, life-changing conversations consisting entirely of abbreviations, short-hand, acronyms and acronyms that aren't acronyms. Check this out-
TJSJ 200356Z 00000KT 10SM FEW030 25/21 A2999 RMK AO2 SLP153
This is a METAR. METAR, being an aviation acronym, obviously stands for 'aviation routine weather report'. Yes, that's the official meaning of the acronym, I shit you not. Now, check it out- TJSJ means it's the San Juan airport, or Luis Muñoz Marin as we all know it. Next comes the date- it's the 20th day, 03:56 Zulu time, or Greenwich Mean Time to all you non-believers. Puerto Rico is -4, so that means that report was issued at 11:56pm local time. All those zeroes is where the wind direction and speed in knots go... Needless to say, winds are calm. Visibility is 10 statute miles, there's a few clouds at 3000 feet, temperature/dewpoint is 25 and 21 Celsius...
Notice all the bullshit I've gotten from that cryptic-ass line of letters and numbers, and I didn't even finish it. If you ever want to feel incredibly left out, just go find two pilots engaged in conversation.
Anyways, back on topic, last week we took our SECOND test of the semester, so that means we had somewhere around four months of gathering material for it- the test covered around half of the book. This test was full of those awesome acronyms, like MEA, MOCA, RCO, MAA, DA, MDA, ARTCC, TCH, TDZE, HAA, HAT, MRA, COP....
Most of the students were considering some sort of ritual mass suicide on the runway, seeing how massive in scale this suppository of a test was gonna be. Some panicked, some just stood stoically, like samurai that do not fear death, but embrace it. I... I did what I usually do, and didn't stress about it as much as I should have. I had fun studying the holding patterns, but other than that, I didn't really pick up the book for anything else, mainly because it's so fucking heavy.
Got an 89 on it- and I was all smiles that day. Seriously, you'd think Scarlett Johansson just gave me a blowjob or something. Best part is, I outscored people I thought had pretty much etched the entire book into their retinas, so you could say it was like Scarlett Johansson gave me a blowjob while Jessica Alba played with my balls.
I'll let that image sink in for a few seconds.
Got it? Ok, moving right along, then. This post has gotten kinda long, so I'm gonna end it here for the time being, however, when we return, I'll talk about Woman Logic ™.
Laters!
20061127
Because you've been itching to see our Wiis
Yes, I know I've neglected you, my children- however, the bottle, a dead end job, or your mother is not the reason. No, daddy doesn't have a mistress, either (the position's open, ladies). No. Daddy has been playing with his Wii. If you kids behave, daddy will let you play with his Wii too.
This is the Wii that almost didn't come (Yes, visibility today is around one mile, you've been warned). I had reserved the Zelda game you see here resting against my Wii back in 2005, when it was announced for the GameCube, and before it was delayed ass amounts of times like a Final Fantasy game. When they started reserving the Wii, GameStop offered to change up GC Zelda for Wii Zelda, so I did. Now, I was expecting to have a certain amount of capital alloted already by the time the Wii came, so imagine my surprise when I realized that money is to be used for tuition and other services colleges provide.
Long story short, I totally spent a lot of the Wii money on lesser stuff like education. I know, what was I thinking? Anyways, as I prepared to do something a bit drastic by trading in my PS2 to finish paying for it, a guardian angel emerged from a house behind Rio Hondo to aid me financially. Yamil ended up helping me pay for it after Andrew very selfishly declined to trade in all his games to get me some store credit. For shame, Andrew, for shame. Anyways, it seems that, out of all of my friends, I was the only one that had actually reserved it (because hindsight is a sultry bitch), so after receiving the gift of the God (that God being Miyamoto) Sunday morning at midnight, I went and accompanied Yamil, Pikkon, and Joel as they made the line in front of Wal Mart to see if they could get it eleven hours later when the store opened.
We were ready for the long haul, having come more prepared than when we took a weekend trip to Vieques during the summer. Fortunately, the store manager came in at 2 am, took a list of all the loyal fans, and said, 'Go home and rest young ones, you'll need it, for in a few hours, you will have your Wiis in your hands, and you will play with it vigorously.'
Their Wiis secured, I followed the gang as we made our way to Joel's to wait out the 11am-opening of the store by playing with my Wii.
Here I am, taking out my Wii.
I'll use this to play with my Wii.
Left-to-right: Me, Gary, Yamil (holding Suki), Pikkon, and Javier... grabbing his junk. I dunno why. And no, I didn't photoshop that, there IS a heavenly light streaming from above, basking me. Apotheosis. Blessed are those that have the Wii, for they shall inherit the earth. Needless to say, a helluva lot of fun was had with Wii Sports, and after everybody else went to sleep, I stayed up and played Zelda, an excellent way to follow up the awesomeness that is Wind Waker, but more on that later. Morning came, and I decided to rest a bit while the guys went ahead and got their Wiis.
Even among Wiis mine is unique.
These are the Fates. They weave our destiny. The quilt they've woven indicates that Zelda'll make me a college drop-out.
Anyways, I'll try to return to the internets this week to pick up on on my blogging.
If, Zelda'll let me.
This is the Wii that almost didn't come (Yes, visibility today is around one mile, you've been warned). I had reserved the Zelda game you see here resting against my Wii back in 2005, when it was announced for the GameCube, and before it was delayed ass amounts of times like a Final Fantasy game. When they started reserving the Wii, GameStop offered to change up GC Zelda for Wii Zelda, so I did. Now, I was expecting to have a certain amount of capital alloted already by the time the Wii came, so imagine my surprise when I realized that money is to be used for tuition and other services colleges provide.
Long story short, I totally spent a lot of the Wii money on lesser stuff like education. I know, what was I thinking? Anyways, as I prepared to do something a bit drastic by trading in my PS2 to finish paying for it, a guardian angel emerged from a house behind Rio Hondo to aid me financially. Yamil ended up helping me pay for it after Andrew very selfishly declined to trade in all his games to get me some store credit. For shame, Andrew, for shame. Anyways, it seems that, out of all of my friends, I was the only one that had actually reserved it (because hindsight is a sultry bitch), so after receiving the gift of the God (that God being Miyamoto) Sunday morning at midnight, I went and accompanied Yamil, Pikkon, and Joel as they made the line in front of Wal Mart to see if they could get it eleven hours later when the store opened.
We were ready for the long haul, having come more prepared than when we took a weekend trip to Vieques during the summer. Fortunately, the store manager came in at 2 am, took a list of all the loyal fans, and said, 'Go home and rest young ones, you'll need it, for in a few hours, you will have your Wiis in your hands, and you will play with it vigorously.'
Their Wiis secured, I followed the gang as we made our way to Joel's to wait out the 11am-opening of the store by playing with my Wii.
Here I am, taking out my Wii.
I'll use this to play with my Wii.
Left-to-right: Me, Gary, Yamil (holding Suki), Pikkon, and Javier... grabbing his junk. I dunno why. And no, I didn't photoshop that, there IS a heavenly light streaming from above, basking me. Apotheosis. Blessed are those that have the Wii, for they shall inherit the earth. Needless to say, a helluva lot of fun was had with Wii Sports, and after everybody else went to sleep, I stayed up and played Zelda, an excellent way to follow up the awesomeness that is Wind Waker, but more on that later. Morning came, and I decided to rest a bit while the guys went ahead and got their Wiis.
Even among Wiis mine is unique.
These are the Fates. They weave our destiny. The quilt they've woven indicates that Zelda'll make me a college drop-out.
Anyways, I'll try to return to the internets this week to pick up on on my blogging.
If, Zelda'll let me.
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