Another brief passage amongst the digital crickets.

Just under 5000 views and things move by at a snail's pace.

"Block one sense, you reaffirm that individual's determination. Block two senses, you make them fight for their life. Block three senses, well, they become functionless."

Zero divided by zero should be 1, infinity, or 0? *dawn of the trinary system LULZ Yes, my tenure at UNM is now complete and it is raining in Albuquerque for the seventh time this year. I received a 4.0 semester and should get a 3.8 cumulative GPA. This will be most precious for graduate school applications. I saw NIN & Jane's Addiction concert just before my last final. Nice to know 4 hours of loud music and idiotic antics didn't alter my perfection. 

The summer will be executed as follows: I must first weed out the useless crap lying around and get my pit cleaned up. Things have gotten rather messy in the past 9 weeks. I will attempt the GRE once more to see if I can raise my verbal score. However, UNL doesn't require it, so either way it will show a bonus. Following this, I shall continue writing of Evil Alliance 3: Ultimate Finality, make a trip to Nebraska in late July. In August, I will focus on completing my grad school apps and getting them all in by September.

Having the family visit was pretty cool, sadly it was only for the weekend. The gifts were well received and are will be greatly utilized (not to mention the PBR and alien ale sitting in my fridge). Now, I need to remind someone to send me a pic to photoshop for a special edition "Future FAIL" image. Unless, they got gunned down by Wyatt Earp and Marshall Dillion. WHo knows what nasty suprisies MZ. KITTY would execute...*shudders*

On to the usual parameters. Weight is down to the low 250's; 253 right now. This, and future loss is expected since I returned to my apocalypse meal plan. My store carries xenedrine. This is also good since this will accelerate the process immensely. Hence, one of my gift redeems will be xenedrine or a 1 terabyte HD. NG-wise,  I am #152 and #42 for EXP and BP points respectively. An interesting note is that my blams lead my saves by only 327 points. My saves have never lead since I became a member of NG back in December of 2003. Fantasy golf is hold in the mid 80% usually 84-87% so far. 

Not much else to cover. It will be an endeavor to sort my crap, well not really...I kinda know what I need to toss out :) OH well....I got PBR'z to drink.

Next Time: I am lazier than you and will forever get away with it.

NO. its not about everyone...lol The month of March practically teleported from me. Both visits were pretty sweet, and the spring break even better. Only bad thing was no hoverrounds. Got plenty of pictures to develop and some funny ass clips to use for WID: The Movie...if I ever get around to making it.

Back in the school grind, trying to bust my ass and get shit done and graduate. I've already bought some of the regalia, and will probably get the cap/gown and other shit later in the week. Only Mr. T will have more graduation bling come May 16th. I've already been applying for jobs, i.e. Retail wasn't the wisest of choices for the while the economy's smokin' a J. Either way, a new job, or a 2nd job will be needed, otherwise I'll be bankrupt in 14 months.

For NG, #43 for BP points and #154 for EXP points, level 42/60. EA-wise, had a burst of creativity and did four more albums after doing just three in 2008. I'll do a final author album and finally lay the saga to rest. SHould be able to get another 20 pages knocked out of EA3 by the end of May. I'll then book the GRE sequel and use June to hammer that out.

More than likely, I'll shift my next Nebraska visit to about July 20th-Aug 2nd. That way I can knock out a reunion, wedding, and actually celebrating my birthday for the first time in 12 years. We'll see how the shit flies, as obviously a change in employment and what not would greatly alter this. See you at the ceremonies.

Next Time: À tous d'entre vous, ne craignez jamais, c'est juste le commencement!

Man.....time flies.....and not much has changed. Except for schoolwork being busy...or so my excuse goes. The trip to the earth's facial scar is slated and expected to be a dandy ol'tyme! All of the ramblings of the previous month's inquiry are still on target. However, I may need to find a different individual for the 3rd LOR. Seems someone's welching on their promise.

I capitalized on an interesting opportunity today. I was able to see Maynard James Keenan at the Whole Foods on Carlisle earlier today. He was signing selected bottles of his Arizona Stronghold wine. I had marked three different wines (the Nachies, Mangus, and the chupacabra) for purchase, but quickly found out they were running out, and only the chupa was available. With my #764 ticket in hand, the line was ran through the purchasing and eventual signing of the bottles. I held to my purchase of three bottles at 30 bucks a pop. Like being ushered to meet some ancient oracle, I finally got to see Maynard and Eric, the owners of ASV. Eric was the more talkative one while Maynard acted like how I used to at high school yearbook signings, rather quite, agitated and moderately avoident of eye contact. I wonder what was bugging him. The line systematically continued and was a bit annoyed that the muddling fingers of the multitude of secruity/staff/idiot/morons smudged one of the autographs(eric's). Guess this means that one of the bottle must be drunk....damn lol OH well, I sucked it up and returned to my stronghold happy that I checked another life event off my list: Meeting a rockstar in person.

Newgrounds: #157 for EXP, #43 for BP.

In honor of Paul Harvey, Here's the rrrrrrrest of the story:

About a week ago when I did laundry, this one annoying gentlemen came in to do his laundry. At first, his asking various individuals about spare quarters for laundry didn't raise any eyebrows, but the blaring 40s music from a small palm cassette recorder did. He would mutter things like "any quarters for laundry?" or "here, for 50 cents" "its only 50 cents" when shown a baseball card(I didnt bother to pay attention to who).

Throughout the course of the wash cycle and through drying my clothes, the odd gentleman, now dubbed "50 cent" due to his constant peddling of his shitty baseball cards, pieces of candy, and most of all, the absolutely distracting oldies music coming from his little palm 'corder, would mark his entrance to the laundromat (and to the other business he would walk in and out of). At one point he hits a button on the said device and screams into it " THE GREATEST ROCK 'N' ROLL OLDIES SHOW!!!" which would be repeated by the device with a rather static-infested reply.

Snickering was quite abound. Every time the music announced his entry, me, one of the dryer repairmen, and the manager all grinned. The guy had sold a bunch of baseball cards to the repairman for $2 in quarters, despite having multitudes of spare change in his pockets. He would bug the manager for quarters, with "dude, you're loaded" being the only reply. When he showed some random woman a baseball card, I busted out laughing. He lacked the peripherals to notice his environment.

When he was off on another quarter hunt, this time at the Big 5 Sporting goods store across the street, I asked the manager if he ever saw him before:

"Has that guy been in here before? I just can't hold back from laughing." I asked with muffled giggles in between sentences.

"HA! Bro, I've seen him a couple times before," he replied with a childish sneer, "me and some homies ran into him over on Old Coors."

"..and he was the same?" I ask, awaiting for the right hook of humor to knock the laughter out of me.

"Hell yea," he continued as I folded the last of my clothes and tucked them into my laundry bag, "We asked him, 'whutcha doing all the way over here?' and he sez....

"his job sucks."

A delayed reaction. I smile almost wickedly as I heave my laundry bag into my car and speed off to the nearest turn lane onto Menaul.

"HIS JOB SUCKS!!!!!!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

I finally stop laughing when an annoyed driver behind me honks. With peeved glare through my rear-view mirror, I continue through the turn, eventually out flossin' the other drivers.

"....his job sucks."

...........and that is the rrrrrest of the story.