Air Brush casulaties

Alyson Hannigan FHM cover (click here)

Now I don't so much mind Alyson Hannigan, aka Willow from Buffy: The Vampire Slayer (not from Willow the movie staring Warwick Davis). I in fact like her a lot in a certain geeky, Eddie-Munster-widow's-peak freakish way. Considering that she is a red-head and played a geek (a band geek, but still a geek nevertheless) there's a sort of innocent appeal to her, even though she is more rough around the edges than you would think. However in this lovely cover shown above it is obvious that she fell victim to a wandering air-brush pen.

I could see how someone would want to add definition to her cheeks, but it just ended up making her look 40 than mature. I guess in someways, FHM was considering to not look like a "Just 18" porn mag.


Shannon Doherty

I never really seen the appeal to her. Sure she was brunette and had a bitch streak that created some kinda fantasy of dominatrixs, ankle lenght boots, whips and a french baguette. However the problems is that in this picture, she fucking ugly. Yes I have the gall to say that cause if a sign of being sexy/physically fit/evolutionaryly great is how symmetrical your face is. Denzel Washington has the most symmetrical face in high-tier hollywood. But as you can see with Shanno here, her face looks like her ass, sagged to one side. granted if you were to cover one half or have a mirror, it might look better, but that lazy eye actually makes her look like she has down syndrome or something shit like that.

I noted this to most of my friends, but recently I'm trying to use more of the right side of my brain to function and do other tasks that require mechanical work. In ways this helps silences the left side of my brain, and in effect makes it much more effective in work. I brought this idea up when I read "Drawing on the right side of the brain". The left side of the brain is more abstract ideas, whereas the right side is for more mechanical ideas.

I can only access it right now through typing (infact I'm doing so right now). The thing is, when you concentrate on typing, I feel that sometimes the left side of the brain thinnks faster than the right side...usually. It is just that sometimes the left side realizes the idea of a "word" such as "the" and when it does, your mind accepts it right away. However if you do make a spelling mistake, it still accepts it, because the "symbol" of the word "the" is so ingrained into your mind that usually it's too late for your right brain to actually notify you that "hey you fucked up".

So even the word "teh" would = "the" because the left side of the brain acknowledges that it is such, even after the fact that the right side of the brain would try to correct it. That is why often there is hesitation and you do not just stroll over your mistake. So I hope I can apply this to work in general in order to actually work better....or at least like I used to.

Consider me a proud temporary owner of a new PS2. Well not exactly new, but kinda of a steal at $195.00 (before S/H costs, I would imagine it would balloon well over $210.00 with insurance). It includes:

- PS2 console
- MGS1
- 2 controllers
- memory card

With all these items new would be, approximately $314.00, (give or take $20-$40), and with GST & PST it would be $359.53. I'm somewhat disappointed considering that I'm a lousy cheap fuck and I expected to get every damn thing for under or at least around $100. But considering all the things that I don't have to buy extra, it would well worth it in time and money. Kinda funny though considering I probably spent more valued time on finding a PS2 as opposed to just going out and buying a new one...such is the life of the semi-employed I guess. Wasting time is also an investment when I'm at the bottom.

However this isn't for me...no. I'm much too immature to handle the repsonsiblity of a gaming system anymore. The most I can handle is a short romp that is offered by the GBA SP. It's actually for my brother...it was his birthday yesterday. He already has an X-Box and in someways I'm trying to convert him to a PS2. Granted this might piss him off, but considering the savings, he might look pass it. The thing is, the PS2 IMHO is actually a good system for a "base" system. A type of system where you need in a way to keep up with the times considering that the PS2 is getting *most* of the goodies of gaming IMHO.

The only thing that kinda irked me is that whne I looked at the reviews of all the seller, he had good ratings, but always as a *buyer* never a seller it seems. One transaction was considered private. This also adds suspect to why nobody bidded on this...I mean the last PS2 bid I went to was a fucking vulture fest...yet another one that I missed (very cheaply I might add as well) had little bids, but seemed the better deal.

I think it could be the whole idea of *added* cost of the games to the console. Or being stuck with a console with a game that no one apparently wants. It seems very peculiar. Not to mention how this auction just popped up out of the blue to me...and went 7 entire days without a single bid. It could be the fact that the starting bid was at $140.00 to start out with (I was the only bidder) and fuck...the more I think about it, the more I think I was screwed. However usually sellers start out cheap to lure in more buyers like $9.99 for a legitimate PS2 which balloons up to a price of $200 aftewards.

Aw well, we'll see. Besides, it's all insured anyways. Well I'm still not out of the woods yet. Here's good luck to me.

I was SO damn close to a GBA SP with a lot of games. I mean with three games and a GBA SP , I was about to save $200 by eBaying this package. But lo and behold, dozens of vultures were waiting as well. The entire cost of the Colbatl GBA SP, two Castlvania games (Circle of the Moon and Harmony of Dissonance) *and* Zelda Oracle of seasons, would be estimated at aroun $300 new. But I could have gotten it around $120. Sadly within the last 10 minutes it shot up to a whopping $149.47 US/$202 Canadian.

Fuck..I am in destruction mode here fellas. After this great loss of this great package...I am willing to eBay fucking anything to regain my pride. Currently I'm going for a PS2 for cheap...Actually this one in particular. Wish me luck fuckos..hopefully with almost the entire world having a PS2, they'd be less inclined to fuck up my bidding pratices.

A perfect cup of coffee (this ones for you Mike)
info courtesy of Alton Brown

Good eats is my favorite cooking show. Not for actually cooking stuff, but setting up the history, chemical make up and proper technique for one aspect or medium of food. He's very informative in a playful way and IMHO second only to the "Manic Organic" host in terms of craziness. But here are some things to tell you about coffee.

- Lighter roasted beans have more caffiene, but less body. It however does have more flavour as darker roasts. As you roast it more, the more body appears, but also more flavour is lost.
- Right off the bat, after a roast...coffee is on it's merry way to being stale. Main culprit is air. However another problem is storage since a roasted bean gives off "tons" of CO2, therefore conventional containers merely bursted because of the coffee's CO2 expansion. So this points out two things....be cautios of buying bulk storage bins full of coffee beans. Whole does not = fresh, because stale trumps it all. The second point? Good coffee bags have a small "one way valve" in order to allow CO2 out but prevents Oxygen getting in...so therefore feel around your coffee bag and see if there is that valve...this would result in a fresher bag of beans/coffee.

- If you choose to go to a coffee bean shop...go to a place where it's busy. Because since coffee beans are a proverbial ticking-time-bomb for satleness, the sooner, the better. So business = higher coffe turnover = fresher beans.
- Problem is when you either open a bag of coffee or coffee beans...the stale time bomb starts over again. You will then have to put it in a "opaque" air-tight jar in order to preserve freshness. Why opaque? Light also contributes to coffee being stale, so getting a clear/glass container would quicken the process.

- Coffee is a gamble often. What people don't know is that only 30% of the flavour could be wrout out from a bean. And of that 30% only 2/3s of it is actually good...the last 1/3 is bitterness. So this explains that why adding more water...or less coffee grinds could end up in bitterness, since the water is extracting "all" of the flavour....if there is less water but more coffee grinds, you get only that 2/3s flavour. Alton Brown mentioned that people don't like strong coffee which in reality it's really "bitter" coffee. The ratio for water to coffee is 6 ounces to 2 tablespoons of coffee grinds per cup of coffee.

-of course you could actually take charge of making the perfect cup of coffee if you control 4 things. Temperature, the coffee grind, water:coffee ratio and time it takes to boil the coffee.

Next time...actual procedure.

Swimming today and my swim trunks fucking exploded. Good thing I was wearing speedos underneath.

I went swimming today....it was kinda freaky on what I thought.

When I first went, I looked at all the lanes. They were full. The first four from the left where taken, and the first one there was not an option considering that the "stairs" were put there. That would really put a cramp into my swimming. The last two lanes, the far right lanes were occupied by two fast swimming women. Of course me being incredibly chickenshit I decided against it. In fact, I decided against being with anyone fast period. Lastly I focused on the third lane. An elderly man who swam slowly, much too slowly. Not exactly perfect, but my only choice.

I waded in. It was then that I noticed that this old man was swimming like an invalid. I mean even worse. It was to a point that it sickened me. Only his left arm came out, like a dying seal's flipper waving of danger. The right hand just thrusted in and out in front of him, stabalizing this slug in the water. I felt sickened by sharing a lane with this man. How dare he pollute the water with his horrid stroke. The water tasted of the sweat of his weakness....his illness. I was screaming in my head, "Get the fuck out of my lane. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LANE!". After 3 minutes he did just that. He disappeared and I felt that I could breathe safely again. The aura of my near perfect stroke had thrusted his weakness away. The wake of my freestyle had distrupted the calm of his pathtic technique. But still, the stench of old people filled the water as I had my nose in it. I swam. I swam until pin pricks washed over my back like a wave. My constricted pores have opened sweating out an aura of my postive stroke. I was protected. The disease of the un-trained...never to infect my body.

Nokia Handheld: A dead horse before the start of the race.

Nokia has announced that it will release the N-Gage in major US retailers this October. The device will carry a suggested retail price of $299, in line with many feature-laden cell phones, while games will cost $30 to $40. The N-Gage devices and game cards will be sold at retailers including Best Buy, Circuit City, Electronics Boutique, GameStop, and Target.

Granted it's a cellphone as well...but if you think about it. If it's supposed to a cell phone, MP3 player, FM radio *and* handheld gaming system...what of batterie life? What's the length on these bad boys? 20 minutes?????? FUCK doods, the whole concept of playing handheld games is to play frequently and long considering the portability. Unless Nokia uses plutonium to power this monster, it'll be a big bomb anyways.

In continuing my proud tradition of being passive agressive:

musical (noun) – a stage, television or film production utilizing popular-style songs and dialogue to either tell a story (book musicals) and/or showcase the talents of varied performers (revues).

Book musicals have gone by many names: comic operas, operettas, opera bouffe, musical comedy, etc. Revues have their roots in vaudeville, music halls and minstrel shows.

Now granted we did talk about the soundtrack...this is pretty much false, but this is in general.

Funny? Hell yes.

Fucking Holy Fucking fucking Fucking Shit! Part 7432!!!11!!!

Nintendo just unloaded a shit load of crap at E3 and it's just the pre-E3 show@@!!! Games_are_fun is covering it well (link above or to the side bar of my links) FUCk this is turning out to be one of the best E3's I could ever remember. Holy shit my anus was tingling from all the news that came from Nintendo's camp. Screens galore of Zelda games and Mario games. GBA is getting a facial of new games...and fuck that's not even the half of it. We *still* have yet to see what Playstation and X-Box has to offer....FUCK really great.

Holy fucking shit!

Sony has officially stepped into Nintendo's handheld market. In someways I encourage this shit it creates much needed comp and possibly introduce less fucking shit from the GBA. It's kinda interesting in the sense that the GBA being the only game in town (pun greatfully intended) they bascially are like Sony producing all kinda shitty games. Quantity would eventually spawm some quality. Now that Sony's entering the market..fuck man...I just don't know what the hell is going to go on. It has some 3D capabilities, so that might split the market into some neat fragments, with Sony being the 3D leader and GBA being the 2D leader. I just hope that a lot of good stuff that Nintendo is getting doesn't get fucked over and sent over to Sony's pad.

The only good thing that I can get from this, is the possibility of the entire Final Fantasy Collection up and including FF6 be ported to Sony's handheld. Now that..I would buy.

Matrix Musings

I just seen bits and parts of it earlier and here are some musings about it:

Rob mentioned that the Wachowski brothers are really intense about the actors/actresses hair. I said of course because of the fact that since the matrix is influenced by anime, hair is very important. In fact in some cases hair *defines* and differentiates which character is which. Now that I noticed, the sunglasses are also part of it as well.

The red "No walking" sign at the cross walk when Morpheus introduces Neo to what an Agent is (ok the one with the girl in the red dress). It looked like an agent.

Mouse seems very much like an incarnation of pure geekness, possible the Wachowski's homage to their geekiness.

Cypher/Pantoliano is bald as is Morpheus. It's kinda interesting how these bald people were the ones that dictated good and evil in the group....or something like that.

Aaaaahh...spring is truly in the air. Especially the fact that I'm not as hyped up about Matrix Reloaded as so much for a good old damned romantic comedy with simple beautiful people....hey...isn't Down With Love coming out this week?



I don't know really what the fuck is wrong with me. It might be the residue of Chicago's and Moulin Rouge!'s wonderful performances of the leads that rubbed off on me. For some reason, in the prissy part of my mind, I want to see this film. Simple full colored decor? Old fashioned colored musical-like fake bacdgrounds? Extremely colorful costumes? Siff hair cuts that reek of a constrained society? YES PLEASE.

I fell in love with Renee Zellwegger after Chicago and want to wear Ewan McGregor's face as a hat. They're both gorgeous people, granted my adoration for them are positively shallow. Renee for her sole acting ability in Chicago and Ewan for being such a sexy bitch god in Moulin Rouge and in general. I want brain candy and this candy coated sugarball will be like a nuklear-shitfaced-explosion. It no doubt make me grin in pain as my metaphorical sweet tooth desintigrates in the on-coming explosion. I haven't felt this fucking warm and fuzzy since I.Q.. God bless my femenine side.

I shoveled some gravel today in order to lay "government" gravel onto our driveway. Shoveling was peaceful somehow. I quiet break away from the confines of my house for about an hour. Just politly brushing away at the gravel into small managable piles which I would later put into a wheelbarrel. It was a warm day, and I keep on failing to recognize that I had sun-glasses on, taking in my current unglaring view as reality. In fact my reality is already kind of skewed due to the fact that I already had prescription glasses on which meant I had to almost fit into reality with a noticiable physical extension.

I felt kind of funny shoveling, mainly due to the CBC radio "Out Front" a small 15 minute show aired every weekday at 11:45pm pacific, which basically shows the variety of the Canadian voice, small little peculiar stories of everything and of nothing. It was very interesting since it showcased a girl who suffered from bi-polar disorder AKA erratic and extreme mood swings, who uses music and her bass guitar to relax and keep her in check. I felt somehow relating to this person, but then considering the wonderful words of my recent probably employer, it's merely wishful thinking. The fact is I did feel on the edge, even though it was more of a physical reality, shoveling gravel on the street, slightly embarassed as cars pass by me. Cars that would schmuk me good if they weren't paying attention. In fact I was more worried about how I dressed than the passerbys.

It was kinda interesting because I did set up this invisible "border" about where the gravel line ended on the street. I would be in vehicular manslaughter zone if I ever crossed the line. Much like how the person on "Out Front" had made some self imposed borders in order to keep in check.



I just wish to know the name of the guitar soloist she mentioned that she loved.

FUCK DAMNED FUCK! Who knew E-Bay was going to be so demanding. Stupid fucktards won't let me be with a GBA SP for only $60...CANADIAN (plus shipping and handling). Well fuckopola. Oh I will fucking get it...yes I will.

In an effort to seperate my fighting game FAQ and my personal blog, I've made a new blog to house my Fighting game knowledge so as to not ostrisize anyone. I have this nagging feeling that prattling on this lovely topic for a few weeks now had left people jaded into not seeing my blog, let alone reading it, so instead of forcing it down yer throats, you'd have to go to it for the buffet. so here's the addy for that place, not that more than one of you will *ever* try to bookmark it. Sigh, I just I'll just settle for being better than all of you.

Lame-Man's Terms of Fighting Games

I hate life. There I said it.

Give me long,
Raven hair.
Flowing down
bout to there.

When I see her, running free.
Keep your money that's..enough..for..ME!

da da da da da da DUM DUM DUM DUM DUM

I don't care for driving Packard cars...or smoking long...BUCK cigars!

No no not me WOOOO!!!!!

All I care about is doing the guy in...who's picking on you.
Twisting the wrist that's turning the screeeeeeeewwwwwwww.

All I care aboooouuuuttt...iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssss loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove!

This tears it, I'm getting a GBA SP....although I'm going through E-Bay channels mind you. But first I have to buy new glasses before anything else is to transpire.

I had a quaint little disscussion with my friend last night and since I've informed him of some secret I've been keeping for a while, I might as well inform all of you at the same time. I have a Hate blog. It's pretty obviously what this blog would entail, it's basically my little hideaway from all the rules and regulations of everyday life (much like my mind 98% of the time) for which I cut loose and fucking rag on everyone for being, in my beady eyes, an idiot. It's also pretty obvious that the actual arguements I put up are immature so therefore if ever seen or discovered (and I hardly think anyone one of you true-believers will figure it out) then please do realize that it's my non-serious vent blog. It's not like I harbour these feelings seriously, if anything they only go to the point of pet peeve status after I get through the mandatory pissed off stage.

Now my friend and I had a small discussion on why the hell would I want a hate blog? Who would want to read it? Well I would want to read my own hate blog to tell the truth. Because primarily, a blog is a journal....then a form of web entertainment for the people who give a shit. To tell the truth it does help me cause when I write down this so called "petty shit" and come back and read it later, you do realize how petty it is. In someways it's your second chance at not being a fucking ass and telling off the person you're pissed off at causing un-do fucking harm. But of course this shouldn't be an alternate means of bottling up emotion, instead as a way to reflect and most importantly and hopefully forget. The internet is such a place for shit and garbage...what's a little more harm with your petty baggage on it's shoulders?