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AND BEHOLD! The energies coalesced and the the heavens opened there was a great sound, a peal of thunder, and lo, a journal post was born. Information was conveyed and people were amused and in the end happiness ruled the land, at least within the minds of a select few who got to revel at the awe that was the most spectacular live journal post ever. An extensive affair it was, a rumbling move that shook the foundations of the internet, it brought light where there darkness, and pizza to where there was light. It was a magnificent thing, a think that would never again grace the eyes of the living as it does now. To gaze upon it is to be raptured. It is one of the signs of the coming of the end for in it, the pinnacle of live journal posts could be achieved.

And though I cannot hope to capture even a fragment of it's awesome might and compile it down into the mere mortal text of my journal, I can write abou the greatest live journal post that ever was.

In other news yes, I have posted in the liver journal, you know, my new roomie, Daniel, is a pretty hoopy frood. So, he listens to annoying television programs at times, but hey, he laughs at what I say, and he can fire off wise-ass remarks as well, and he's a latino.

Class scheduling is scant this term. That's what happens when every dim dern class I want to take is occurring at precisely noon. I am at a loss for class slotting leaving me with little to work with. On the plus side I get Fridays off.

And so, it is not perfect, but hey, it's good enough for me.

And lo, I break my ancient silence to post the result of a geeky online quiz, just because:

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What sex is an omnipotent omniscient being? Whatever sex it damn well wants to be. That is how I view the sex of God. Yes, it is a peculiar thing to write, but my mind is on peculiar things. I mean, God created everything, so therefore God transcends gender. For all I know God's true gender is monkey and the proper pronoun used to refer to God is "eee".

This always amuses me when people try to use "Goddess" as an exclamatory therefore. I mean breaking it into two syllables takes the heat out of it. It's just inefficient speech. They'd be less silly sounding if they choose any other sort of exclamation, besides, why call down the thunder of an omnipotent entity for trivial matters?

The university, like many other universities, suffers from foot-worn patches of turf, hammered down to hard packed dirt stripped bare of any grass. The university, like many others, tried to rectify that problem. They hired some individuals who proceeded to spray prodigious amounts of that green synthetic mulch laced with grass seed all over the bare spots and lay down sod expertly cut to fit the other regions.

Naturally, the kids walked all over the seed wearing it away, the spots it did remain it was upon bare hard-packed dirt, completely without any means of finding root. None of the seeds came into fruition. The now half-dead strips of sod lay conspicuously over the balding lawn like a bad toupee. I feel bad for the university, they payed money for this.

It's a handy thing about the drunk, if they have something on their mind, they are more prone to say it. Of course in some situations that can play against one, Zack and Jim and Jane shall all know what I speak of. But where I am, I know someone's opinions about me. Though, for my troubles I'm rather tipsy now and losing coherence quickly. I guess I shall continue consuming this pepsi and try to regain the vestiges of a brain that remain in this state. I would elaborate more but then I'd just make a fool of myself. At least no more of a fool then everyone else. One must learn to pace their drinking.

You know, I totally and completely and beyond any reasonable shadow of a doubt owned my last physics test. I took it out back and slapped it around like a redheaded step child. I took that bitch and mounted her over the fireplace. I chopped off it's hand and informed it that I was it's father. I physically mentally and spiritually dominated it.

I was in a discussion with mnemonicer. Pokemon came up, and I said "Pokemon is essentially an electronic cockfight." To that she was amused enough that she put up the alias on her MSN as "Electronic Cockfight."

Now, mind you, I think it was be rather amusing if on the latest incarnation of that gameboy they actually did that. Right.

We are talking about instead of getting monsters all you have is a bunch of roosters. But they are all cybernetically enhanced with lasers on their foreheads and razor sharp claws. It of course would have to involve a lot of blood and gore, and when you rooster gets geeked, you'll have to rebuild it and make it bigger faster and stronger. You can call it "Robocock". And if all else fails, you can eat fried chicken.

Yes, one must fear the mechanical roosters, they shall dominate and they shall own and they shall go "Cockadoodledo!" instead of reciting their name.

Some people get irritating songs stuck in their head.

I have something far more sinister and worse that has been insinuated within my brain. Vader.

Not just any Vader, it is the sound of Darth Vader going NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Now, mind you, this isn't just any NOOOOOOOOO! this is the NOOOOOOOOOOO! at the end of episode 3. And as you know, that was no regular now but a NYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It's 3 shades of corny. That has to have been the corniest bit of ham I've seen in a while on the big screen, granted I do not get out much.

I mean, they say that "Dying's easy, comedy's hard." Yet in his own way he was comic without even trying I dunno, I'm obsessing. The thing is that damn NYOOOOOOOOOOOO! is stuck within my brain and I cannot for the life of me evict it.

It all started with a purchase this book in fact. It had useful stuff for savage worlds, picked my brain over on a few ideas, but I threw it at Dark and Bishop. Two hoopy froods who hang out on #darkooc the gaming IRC channel down at the Nightstar IRC network.

So anywho, bishop is inspired! He is actually working out the details on some space sci-fi adventure game! Of course, I have hammered out a wacko gun-nut security guard who is a conspiracy theory maniac. It's just the proper thing to do, Savage Worlds is one of those game systems that just LENDS itself to zany characters you know.

ANYWHO, doritos are addictive, almost as addictive as french fries.

If you are going to say something SAY IT! Don't barely breath out the words, inhale a firm dose of air, blast it forth through your vocal cords and then shape it into words that can be clearly heard. You will feel better after getting what you wanted to say out, people will like you, and attractive members of the opposite gender might even talk back to you in a fashion that is not altogether unpleasing.

So please, ENUNCIATE!

The following has been a message sponsored by the "Carl is too tired of listening to people half-say stuff to him foundation."

Weekends are too short, that's that, I want another day of inertia here. I miss when I had nothing on Fridays, yet it couldn't be helped this term. At least my Wednesdays are ridiculously light making it a midway checkpoint. Still i want quality time of doing nothing. Still, this is nothing compared to a real job, a hideous monster that devours so much of one's time, yet it's a nessicary evil for money.

Decongestant makes me loopy, yet my nose is clear.

Yet I still had enough mental coherence to do my labs. Man that math is heavy, but the fact that the calculated and measured values for the moment of inertia I was trying to snag came so darn close that it was worth it. I mean I had a bent wheel and everything yet it was all smooth in the end!

Still, I look forward to unconsciousness.

And now, your moment of Zen.

Fortune cookie I got today: "Among the lucky, you are the chosen one."

So, all I gotta do is find the lucky, and kick back and be worshiped. Well then I could fabricate plans for world domination.

Decisions decisions...

I don't like being infirmed, then again who does. What follows is a test of wills, me against my damn body, like hell it's going to decide when I'm going to sleep. I don't care HOW tired you feel I'm staying conscious all day today. True one does need rest when one is sick, but one also needs to attend classes, fortunately I have no really nasty symptoms right now aside from a scratching throat and a bit of a nose run, but there's been some people who had to be hospitalized. You hear all sorts of peculiar stuff when your friend works in sick bay.

Of course an epidemic of the flu on campus is nothing compared to the epidemic of STDs, you name it, they got it, well, AIDS excluded, nobody turned up positive for that as far as I know, not that I poke around for that sort of information. My friend however who works in sickbay ended up stockpiling a rather obsessive amount of prophylactics. Not for himself, mind you, but for distribution to other students. What he of course noted is the disturbing fact that the amount of females on campus is abysmal, this in proportion to the amount of infected males speaks volumes.

As he said and I can rephrase, "I'm glad I don't have a sex-life at the moment."

Kind of puts a case of the sniffles in perspective. But damn, I could go for a shot of Wild Turkey Bourbon, one shot'll keep that scratchy down for a good bit, just don't go taking more then a shot an hour, it's potent.

The Good (alive) You scored 78% vigilanteness, 39% outlawsity and 84% quickdraw skill!

You are the hero. You're tough, cunning, and have the skills necessary to be a gunslinger. You're not bound by a badge, so your justice is final. You don't play games. You're probably taciturn and solitary, but that's what you have to be. Your vendetta requires sacrifice. And like all cinema heroes, you win. You defeated your enemy in that showdown. Its likely your vendetta ended with him. You'll either continue your life as a bounty hunter, or simply settle down somewhere. Whatever you do, you'll probably have a Hollywood ending. Not that that's bad. What can I say, the movie/game/book would be about you. You'd ride off into the sunset, and you might also get the guy/girl.

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 81% on vigilanteness You scored higher than 48% on outlawsity You scored higher than 76% on quickdraw skill

Link: The Could you be a Gunslinger Test written by Roddy666 on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Now, there is pizza in the mess deck every day. For pizza that is rapidly prepared it is damn good pizza, it takes like a proper NY pizza. It is greasy, the sauce is well seasoned, the crust is thin and has a nice flavor.

That being said, I eat pizza a lot here. Though I always end up next to some schmo who doesn't know how to get a slice of pizza. You got those full pies, and there's those little triangular spatulas provided to snag up a slice, yet I always get fools who put the damn spatula directly under a pizza slice and lift straight up. The pizza slice is always still slightly attached at the crust and they stand there for a few moments waiting for gravity to do their work for them.

Now, granted the moments that this take in the realm of things can be ignored. But this is something between me and food I just set my eyes upon. I can be rather dog-like when it comes to people coming between me and food I set my eyes upon.

I always get my slices off fast, here's how you do it.

1. Grab the slice(s) firmly with your hand on the far corner from where you are detaching it.

2. Take the tip of the spatula and press it firmly into the other corner where the pizza is still attached.

3. Give it a sound tug, don't politely pull at it, don't timidly nudge it, YANK that damn pizza, it's its own damn fault for not surrendering when it had the chance.

4. Pull it towards the place, sweep that spatula down and under the tip in a smooth motion as the tip passes by it, you should now have the pizza supported so it doesn't flop down without wasting time on stopping your pull towards the plate to readjust the pizza. If the tip of the pizza plays difficult and gets stuck, just put the spatula there and yank, don't worry about losing the tip, it's barely a bite's worth.

I mean I get my pizza expediently. I don't know why other people can't figure out how to grab a slice of pizza quickly.

Fat Tony People Iced: Sixteen Car Bombs Planted: Nine Favorite Weapon Needles Arms Broken: Four Eyes Gouged: Sixteen Tongues Cut Off: Twelve Biggest Enemy: The Toe Slicer Get Your HITMAN Name

Some people have swords, some people have quarterstaffs, some people have axes (Zack...). Granted it belongs to my parents technically, but I CAN get my hands on a scythe rather easily. A RUSTY scythe. It's been in the garage for a good 20+ years and I still think it looks bad assed. I still am unsure as to why my parents had that device, then again, my father has a manikin for no apparent reason. But yes, a SCYTHE, I should get myself a black robe one of these years and make myself a grim reaper costume.

I was dreaming about double chocolate chip cookies. You know, the type that is chocolate in the batter and has chocolate chips in it. Today, they had a fresh batch of them for lunch. How fortuitous, dreams CAN come true! I am in cookie nirvana right now!

Today for the first time I have seen Kill Bill. It has quite the combat sequences. I find the movie to be amusing, though it certainly had some cringe moments. The blood though, it was so much like mortal combat, someone gets something cut off and the blood sprays for miles around.