the kid that walked a mile to school and back each day
those smelly gray thermals with a black shirt over it
the sleeping in class and insomniac nights of ramen noodles
that old compaq laptop and those crazy cds

over the past six years ive become a new person
there are many things i used to do
so many people i once spoke to
so many places i cant return to
and for the most part i cant remember why

i remember once that i broke my arm
the cute girl in class helped me write my name
my best friend got me a TMNT tin with candy inside
people cared that i was hurt and they wanted to help me
i was six



im now twnety three
my childhood doesnt matter
my teenage years were a waste
and all i have to show for my past
are papers and ink and a photo in which im not smiling

sometimes i think i cant remember because there are no pictures
other times i think i never took pictures because i didnt want to remember
most of the time, i try not to think.




break is over. time to go back to work.
actions into events into stories into memories.
these our or lives...
                           ....this is my life....

Chalk this blog up to the recent events that have happened in our lives:

When you don't play by the rules the days turn black and blue
I guess you got some things to do, I'll remember you


Nine days ago, I broke.  Held in my mothers arms, I broke the hardest I have in a long time.  That feeling of comfort and warmth from someone who's loved me since before I was born felt amazing.  That feeling has since dwindled off into a place I can't follow but the memory will always be there.



I am, for all intensive purposes, sad right now, as most of my family is.  Never could any of us have imagined that we'd all experience a common pain running through us that would burn worse than your innards after a 151 shot competition.

Every single one of us made a mistake.  You can isolate it down to whomever you want to aim your anger at but the collective actions of everyone brought us to where we are now.  

I blame no one.

Usually, in the past, this is the when disband.  This is where Kristoph finds new things and people in his life and starts over.  But, for once, I love my family: the brothers and sisters I love that come from different roots of blood are people I just can not turn my back on.






[Start the song at 2:35]

Please don't think less of me because the better me
That stands right next to me waits for me to set it free
I am what i used to be, to confused to see
Haven't gotten used to me, root, trunk, branch, leaf

That's the way it's supposed to go i'm one my shoulder knows
Asking them to hold the boat this the fit we chose to throw
Cold nights and lonely roads I want you to know that
You're the only one that makes this life so beautiful





my personal message to everyone, everywhere: don't make the house, the safe house, our house, our home, any colder than it already is.  

Oh, joy-gasam.  Was it really you I saw?  Was it you driving behind me only so far to my left?  Never smile.  That's how I remember it.  Big glasses.  Never daunting.  Simple.  I will give it to you: today was the best day to find me.  I was driving around listening to Spoken.  Remember them?  Great band. 

Well seeing you only gave me a boost.  A glimpse from God into the past showing me where I could have been and where I am now.  I got so happy I started to rock.  And rock I did.  I rocked so hard I stalled an automatic car.  Yep.  That's how much I rock.


So, look.  I know I made you miss your turn and that the words above might be little harsh.  But how else am I supposed to be happy unless I reconfirm with the past?  Hell, I even played Snow by the Red Hot Chili Peppers right before Spoken to prove I remembered.  Ah. Good times, we're they not?

Remember last year?  I knew you last year and I don't this year.   And I just wanted to say "thanks".  Thanks to us all you, all of you, who I no longer speak with.  Without you, now wouldn't be as great as it is with you horrible people around.  I couldn't enjoy everything I have now if you were here.  I am so glad you forgot me when you did and I'm so glad I left you standing in the dust.  Now that I'm at this mountain top of my life, I get to look back and say "pft" to my past.


But don't take anything I say in bad terms.  It was fun for however long it lasted and needed to end.  And so it did.  And we're both better off, right?  Well...maybe.


It may be the new year already, but I don't think I was ever festive to those I never spoke to.  So let me say this: Do you like pie?  If so, why don't you go eat a big 'ol slice of "shut the fuck up" pie and move on you miserable, stupid cunt.

Well, ma'ams and sirs, seeing as how our good friend Meganz did just that, with his shoes on, as per house rule, and without consuming any alcohol, we had to take action.  I think the images speak for themselves:












Have a good night, Meganz.

Love stories usually start off the same way and this one is no exception to the rule; one hapless son-of-a-bitch wanting something he can't have or something he's been missing.  In this story, the faux-hero is a virgin well beyond the age deemed appropriate by his friends.  Lead by the best wingman ever with the help of beautiful Meganz, the shy, yet willing, pilot was almost ready for take off.

Words can not describe how beautiful this set up was; four friends united by their love for fun, games and party atmospheres, The Wingman (your narrator) and Meganz (the helper) sway The Girl into the direction of the conversation on how awesome it would be if The Pilot (our hero) lost his scarlet letter to a friend and could do it in a comfortable environment and location that he, and she, can enjoy.

With liquid confidence coursing through my veins, setting up romance seemed easy enough as everyone was already wearing their "oh my god" faces.  Confirming everyone's participation through a Hobson's Choice, we spoke very bluntly about techniques and requirements for any actions ahead.  Slowly pushing forward to the goal, any and all doubts about someone jumping ship was quickly nixed when it was down to Our Hero and The Girl entering behind that door and having it closed behind them.


Imagine, dear readers, the joy of knowing you've done the ultimate Wingman, from set-up to execution, is one that I will hold dear to me for the rest of my life.  Being able to help two friends help each other was just a fantastic feeling.  This just made my year.


The next morning, as the air calmed down and all heads returned to normal activity, no regrets were reported; a great sign of things to come.


Being a Wingman is almost more fun than being The Pilot, if you think about it.  The joy of knowing that you put your friends in a position of success and get to see the smile on their face: priceless.

Look forward to my next few blogs dedicated to some of the most awesomely good, and awesomely bad, Wingman stories in the future, as well as the rules and behavior the Wingman should always abide by.


God bless each and every one of us.

With the recent addition of regulation size tables and the writing of a final, firm set of rules, and mainly because I've been getting the shit bugged out of me from all ends to no fucking hell, I'm here to announce the first annual (official name pending)....


BEER PONG TOURNAMENT!


Yes, yes. We're going to finally see if all you alcoholics can stick to a plan and times and do this successfully.  Since this is the first annual (pending it goes off well enough) we will be naming this tournament after the beer being used in the cups; thus, you are playing for the KEYSTONE CUP.  Maybe next time we can use different (read: better) beer and name it something else.But for now, it sticks to the KEYSTONE CUP.

This tournament will consist with two player teams in a double elimination fashion. The purse for this cup will be based upon the number of teams who decide to join in this little game. Top team wins cash after the cost of beer.

With that being said, the entry cost will be $10 a team. The tournament will be held on Friday, October 10th starting at 8p so get in contact with me as soon as you and you're partner are ready to commit. All entry fees must be paid before the first ball of the tournament is thrown. If you decide to bail in the middle of the tournament, your entry fees will not be refunded.

Any other questions, comments or bitching can be sent to my mailbox or call my cellular at 661.932.0421. Let's see how many of you are ready to prove you're the best at beer pong. Registration starts now and closes Thursday, October 9th. Good luck.

Kristoph-

A few nights ago, a friend of mine was browsing their Myspace bulletins when the following what shown in one of the subjects:


Devin FINALLY has a Macintosh? More like HACKINTOSH!! =D


Hackintosh, or correctly written Hackint0sh, is more commonly known as OSx86.  OSx86 was a collaborative effort to get OS X on to non-Mac computers after the 2005 Worldwide Developers Conference announced that there would be a switch from PowerPC (PPC) microprocessors made by Motorola to x86, and subsequently x64, microprocessors made by Intel.  This meant MOST PC's could have OS X running on them with the right amount of work.

To their own, Apple made software like Rosetta to have PPC applications run on the new Intel processors made for their Mac's and included a type of DRM inside the operating system to not allow the OS to be installed on just any PC.

Many hackers in the free software movement have fought, and won, to get OS X on their pcs.  Though not legal, it works.  And if you can dream it, you can hack it.

So that's the background to the story.  Let's see verbatim what this sir has to say about how he hacked OS X:


I just stole a computer off the internet.......


WRONG!  You pirated an operating system, this is true.  However, you did not just download RAM.  It is in this known universe physically impossible to steal a computer off the internet, pending your not just using PayPal to buy a stolen computer off the internet.

Oh, and I did not add that many .'s on there to insult him.  That was all his doing.


lol.


Necessary?


and put the entire Mac OS X on an external harddrive which I can run through my PC.


This is true and can be done.  I have one because Mac's do not, out of box at least, have a defragment option.  I made a ghost of my OS and put it on my Western Digital MyBook and have booted off of it in order to preform maintenance on my primary hard disk inside my MacBook Pro.

Anyone that has a Mac should do this at least once.  The defragment time for a mac can be anywhere from a few hours to, in my case, a few days, but makes the read times on your hard drive so much faster by up to 30 seconds when loading Final Cut, which is a massive application.

My main beef with his post comes up in the next two parts:


Meaning I just fucking stole and hacked a mac. Worth like 5 grand.


WRONG!  Wrong by about $4,871.  See, OS X, Leopard, 10.5.4, in it's entirety, costs $129.  Let me back up here and try and see where this sir is coming from.  Forgive me if I am not citing this quote correctly, but I believe it was Steve Jobs who said "those who are are passionate about software make their own hardware."  Apple, Inc. is a software company who makes it's own hardware and because of that their hardware PREVIOUSLY cost a little bit more for a superior system.  Side-by-side, the cost and specifications of a Mac computer next to a regular PC cost just about the same these days.  That stigma has been long since debunked and anyone who says different is suffering from Ostrich Syndrome.

Mac's have been made at a price that generally anyone can own them.  From the barebone $499 Mac Mini to the almost $18,000 Mac Pro at all spec's maxed out (this may be off by a grand or two as I can not check this for fact because the web store is closed during keynotes.  Tune into TUAW.COM for more info).

The only thing I can remember from memory, and that's hazy at best, is a standard Mac Pro, which isn't standard by any means, is about $5,500 to your door; tax, shipping, ect.  If this sir is just telling me by having the same opp orating system as a Mac Pro he has a Mac Pro, he is dead wrong.


This is the greatest thing I have ever pirated in my life. I feel like Jesus probably felt when he came back from the dead. .....awesome


Sir, no.  Final Cut Studio 2, in full, costs about $1,000.  AutoCAD is about $500.  You pirated $130.  There is nothing big about that and it is in no way comparable to feeling like Jesus.  Jesus would have bought his Mac at his local Apple Store.  And Jesus would never lose any of his data, either.  Because Jesus saves, sir.

I do applaud you on making the right move and switching to Mac OS X as soon as you could and encourage all of you to do so until Windows comes out with it's delicious computer as noted in the new Gates/Seinfeld commercial.  Until then, OS X and Open BSD for all.

And this was not a personal attack, sir.  I have read your other writing and do hold you to a higher intelligence than most and would love to speak on computers with you.  But as a tech and a Mac user, I had to debunk your post. 



Sorry, sir.