too much negative space?
too much post-process? not enough, more like.
too grey. needs more b&w punch.
NEEDS MORE PHOTOSHOPPIN HURR
Saturday, December 30, 2006
the last 30 mins of daylight were not wasted today
took a stroll through unionville main street, snapped some pictures...
too much negative space?
too much post-process? not enough, more like.
too grey. needs more b&w punch.
NEEDS MORE PHOTOSHOPPIN HURR
too much negative space?
too much post-process? not enough, more like.
too grey. needs more b&w punch.
NEEDS MORE PHOTOSHOPPIN HURR
the iced up driveway
i would not want to walk on it. the townhouse next door shoved only their half of the driveway, what a bunch of assholes.
Watched 3 movies today - John Tucker must die, omg hot girls. Kingdom of Heaven Director's Cut (3 hours holy shit) awesome movie, must see A+ would see again. And Behind Enemy Lines 2: Axis of Evil. I turned that shit off halfway it was so bad.
Now I'm going to play some Medieval 2 and kill me some knights.
Watched 3 movies today - John Tucker must die, omg hot girls. Kingdom of Heaven Director's Cut (3 hours holy shit) awesome movie, must see A+ would see again. And Behind Enemy Lines 2: Axis of Evil. I turned that shit off halfway it was so bad.
Now I'm going to play some Medieval 2 and kill me some knights.
Friday, December 29, 2006
pvp ops suck
Never signing up for a station/gate camp again.
Ran from Empire down back to c-j, it's actually pretty safe any fast ship could fly through a blockade with warp to zero.
Ran from Empire down back to c-j, it's actually pretty safe any fast ship could fly through a blockade with warp to zero.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
yesterday -slick
-somebody came over and uh huh x 2
-watched a muse concert AWESOME
-bought a 250gb external hard drive
-bought book 4 a FEAST OF CROWS
-exchanged my jeans with the stupid security tag still on it
-fucked up 3-5 maps worth of call of duty retards
- thought i was going to die because my driver (not the world's best on a regular day) kept nodding off at 3am while travelling at high speeds
it was a good day
-watched a muse concert AWESOME
-bought a 250gb external hard drive
-bought book 4 a FEAST OF CROWS
-exchanged my jeans with the stupid security tag still on it
-fucked up 3-5 maps worth of call of duty retards
- thought i was going to die because my driver (not the world's best on a regular day) kept nodding off at 3am while travelling at high speeds
it was a good day
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
mining
in Eve, while reading e/n threads on somethingawful is pretty relaxing.
Still reading up on song of ice and fire, I lost track of how many main storyline characters have been killed off already. Its great when the good guys AND bad guys die, I can never know what to expect from the plot. Although Arstan being Ser Barristan Selmy was pretty obvious. A master swordsman suddenly serving an exiled queen? Puh-lease, how many elite knights would do that. The book could use more action-scene fighting and less midget porn though.
There is a big red pimple on my nose and a 4 year old will not stop calling me Rudolph.
Still reading up on song of ice and fire, I lost track of how many main storyline characters have been killed off already. Its great when the good guys AND bad guys die, I can never know what to expect from the plot. Although Arstan being Ser Barristan Selmy was pretty obvious. A master swordsman suddenly serving an exiled queen? Puh-lease, how many elite knights would do that. The book could use more action-scene fighting and less midget porn though.
There is a big red pimple on my nose and a 4 year old will not stop calling me Rudolph.
Monday, December 25, 2006
Re: Chunky's Clam Chowder Superextravaganza
Is there crack in the clams? Why is this potato-mush-clamlike soup so addictive.
so this is christmas
On the reading front: HUGE TWIST near the end of book 3, not a lot of books grip me like this one does, I cannot put it down unless my health is in danger.
So christmas is just another day, I have decided to eat as much as possible today to celebrate this fine holiday. It's 4pm and I'm up to a carton of strawberry-banana yogurt, three eggs, two pieces of toast and two thick slices of thick smoked ham. Oh, and a can of Chunky's clam chowder. I have steak dinner planned tonight and chicken drumsticks for a midnight snack, and to top it all off a box of Oreos. I blame my high metabolism. I also only weigh a sad 160 pounds, all of this food is gonna come out processed through the back end tomorrow morning.
I feel so lethargic. I think this is due to my severe lack of exercise lately. The only 'exercise' I've been doing is the 1.5 times of scandalous fornication a week. I really need to go home and find the mental fortitude to hit the gym every day. Note to self: Play electronic derivatives during exercise for those 30 min jogs.
Going to watch Clerks II tonight, should be entertaining. Yesterday I watched Snakes on a Plane and 2 Fast 2 Furious : Tokyo Drift. They were decent flicks.
Dad called, and asked me how I'm celebrating christmas. This is ironic because he never celebrates christmas, nor does anyone else in my family, because we are nominally a mix of christian, taoist, buddhist and god knows what else fengshui voodoo. So the only way I could answer him was "I'm going to celebrate by sleeping as much as possible." Which isn't different from any other day, really.
I feel like a gigantic sloth and I feel slightly guilty. Private school education was sort of wasted on a deadbeat like me. I guess this year is purgatory while I re-invent myself, and rest up for the next 3 grueling years finishing up my useless degree in the cold hell known as Toronto. Falling for Diana and being played by her was the stupidest mistake I've ever made, and that's saying a lot because I have a lot of other events/decisions I really regretted before I ever met her. I can see now she was only with me for that long because she had no one else. Oh well, I'm not falling down that well of self-pity again. Fuck her. I was more personally hurt from the fact that I got tricked by her for so long and thus my ego took a huge blow than that I loved her and she broke it off in a pretty mean way. I would have never hurt her even after everything. I just want to move on, I've been heartbroken enough times to know that time will heal 90% of the wound and the emotional scar will be a good reminder of falling for someone too hard. Oh teenagers.
I'm rambling, but I wanted to keep that bit of info for posterity in case I suffer amnesia and forget what happened to me.
Merry fucking Christmas. Jesus was born 2006 years ago, 2006 years ago I would have been a great Roman general based on my prowess in Rome: Total War. Legionnaires, MARCH!
Veni, Vidi, Dormivi.
Do I keep a lot of secrets? My aunt said I rarely speak and my mom said I never say anything about myself. I don't think its true. They just never ask.
So christmas is just another day, I have decided to eat as much as possible today to celebrate this fine holiday. It's 4pm and I'm up to a carton of strawberry-banana yogurt, three eggs, two pieces of toast and two thick slices of thick smoked ham. Oh, and a can of Chunky's clam chowder. I have steak dinner planned tonight and chicken drumsticks for a midnight snack, and to top it all off a box of Oreos. I blame my high metabolism. I also only weigh a sad 160 pounds, all of this food is gonna come out processed through the back end tomorrow morning.
I feel so lethargic. I think this is due to my severe lack of exercise lately. The only 'exercise' I've been doing is the 1.5 times of scandalous fornication a week. I really need to go home and find the mental fortitude to hit the gym every day. Note to self: Play electronic derivatives during exercise for those 30 min jogs.
Going to watch Clerks II tonight, should be entertaining. Yesterday I watched Snakes on a Plane and 2 Fast 2 Furious : Tokyo Drift. They were decent flicks.
Dad called, and asked me how I'm celebrating christmas. This is ironic because he never celebrates christmas, nor does anyone else in my family, because we are nominally a mix of christian, taoist, buddhist and god knows what else fengshui voodoo. So the only way I could answer him was "I'm going to celebrate by sleeping as much as possible." Which isn't different from any other day, really.
I feel like a gigantic sloth and I feel slightly guilty. Private school education was sort of wasted on a deadbeat like me. I guess this year is purgatory while I re-invent myself, and rest up for the next 3 grueling years finishing up my useless degree in the cold hell known as Toronto. Falling for Diana and being played by her was the stupidest mistake I've ever made, and that's saying a lot because I have a lot of other events/decisions I really regretted before I ever met her. I can see now she was only with me for that long because she had no one else. Oh well, I'm not falling down that well of self-pity again. Fuck her. I was more personally hurt from the fact that I got tricked by her for so long and thus my ego took a huge blow than that I loved her and she broke it off in a pretty mean way. I would have never hurt her even after everything. I just want to move on, I've been heartbroken enough times to know that time will heal 90% of the wound and the emotional scar will be a good reminder of falling for someone too hard. Oh teenagers.
I'm rambling, but I wanted to keep that bit of info for posterity in case I suffer amnesia and forget what happened to me.
Merry fucking Christmas. Jesus was born 2006 years ago, 2006 years ago I would have been a great Roman general based on my prowess in Rome: Total War. Legionnaires, MARCH!
Veni, Vidi, Dormivi.
Do I keep a lot of secrets? My aunt said I rarely speak and my mom said I never say anything about myself. I don't think its true. They just never ask.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
silent night? More like no silence night...AHAHA
Always the rebel I am blasting my music into the skies of Markham listening to old favourites from high school. Saves the Day, Brand New, Taking Back Sunday, Muse, Radiohead!
Today I read some more and am quite disappointed to find out that the paperback version of Book 4 Song of Ice and Fire is not out yet. I am not paying 50 bucks for a hardcover book I'll finish in two weeks :(. I also moved all my space belongings in Eve Online from the old Goonfleet base of operations of C-J to ratting / pvp staging area JLO and jewish mining center of RYC. Logistics is the key to this game which makes production / logistics in war-time just as exciting as the war itself. Another big plus is that I only have to spend an hour or so everyday, if even that much, to make a difference.
There is 15minutes left till Futureshop's online boxing day sale. I'm probably going to pick up an extra USB keystick, and whatever else is nice.
Merry Christmas to myself.
Today I read some more and am quite disappointed to find out that the paperback version of Book 4 Song of Ice and Fire is not out yet. I am not paying 50 bucks for a hardcover book I'll finish in two weeks :(. I also moved all my space belongings in Eve Online from the old Goonfleet base of operations of C-J to ratting / pvp staging area JLO and jewish mining center of RYC. Logistics is the key to this game which makes production / logistics in war-time just as exciting as the war itself. Another big plus is that I only have to spend an hour or so everyday, if even that much, to make a difference.
There is 15minutes left till Futureshop's online boxing day sale. I'm probably going to pick up an extra USB keystick, and whatever else is nice.
Merry Christmas to myself.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
who's the Scrooge this year?
December 23, alone in a big house somewhere in the northern reaches of Markham.
I wouldn't have it any other way though, I like my solitude time. I'll probably spend a lot of time reading. The most memorable thing I will achieve this winter holiday will probably be reading books 1 to 4 of George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire. That shit is good. There is a plot twist at the end of most chapters, unlike Wheel of Time where there might be two plot twists in an entire 5000 page book if you're lucky. I regret reading the 10 books of Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time. That 50,000 page tome just resulted in giving me the world's most substantial blueballs effect. If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, it's okay. It's cool to not read am i right guys? Too many of my friends actually think like that. Read something useful sometime you mongoloids. This blog doesn't count. I meant the news, you know, the smelly paper that magically appears every morning on your doorstep covered with little black letters...Hell, even if it's crappy science fiction fantasy with elves and flaming swords ONE DAY, ONE DAY it will become useful when there is an exam tomorrow and poor student (you) has to speed-read through 500 pages of dense jargon that will promptly be forgotten in 48hours after exam.
Counting down 9 more months until life returns to normal. I am going to write in this 'blog' until my Chinese fob accent is no longer detectable in my writing. Yeah, that's how bad it is. (Speech is the part 2 of this remedial plan) After I finally start writing something literate, I'll start on the speech part, which will probably coincide with the Internet's next big thing, SPEECH BASED BLOGGING. Coming sometime in 2010.
Anyone want to invite me to Christmas dinner? I won't talk, I'll just eat. Me so hungry.
Speech-based blogging, zomg. I think we call those podcasts. Whatever, it's all about the packaging.
I wouldn't have it any other way though, I like my solitude time. I'll probably spend a lot of time reading. The most memorable thing I will achieve this winter holiday will probably be reading books 1 to 4 of George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire. That shit is good. There is a plot twist at the end of most chapters, unlike Wheel of Time where there might be two plot twists in an entire 5000 page book if you're lucky. I regret reading the 10 books of Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time. That 50,000 page tome just resulted in giving me the world's most substantial blueballs effect. If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, it's okay. It's cool to not read am i right guys? Too many of my friends actually think like that. Read something useful sometime you mongoloids. This blog doesn't count. I meant the news, you know, the smelly paper that magically appears every morning on your doorstep covered with little black letters...Hell, even if it's crappy science fiction fantasy with elves and flaming swords ONE DAY, ONE DAY it will become useful when there is an exam tomorrow and poor student (you) has to speed-read through 500 pages of dense jargon that will promptly be forgotten in 48hours after exam.
Counting down 9 more months until life returns to normal. I am going to write in this 'blog' until my Chinese fob accent is no longer detectable in my writing. Yeah, that's how bad it is. (Speech is the part 2 of this remedial plan) After I finally start writing something literate, I'll start on the speech part, which will probably coincide with the Internet's next big thing, SPEECH BASED BLOGGING. Coming sometime in 2010.
Anyone want to invite me to Christmas dinner? I won't talk, I'll just eat. Me so hungry.
Speech-based blogging, zomg. I think we call those podcasts. Whatever, it's all about the packaging.
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