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Monday, January 9th, 2006
5:52 pm	TRS-80 This entry is mainly for you to check out my new icon. I've been trying to get an emulator up and running of some old video games I had on the Radio Shack Tandy TRS-80 color computer. They're commodore64 type games I think.. My main problem seems to be is I've got them in .rom format and it'd really be better if I could find them in .t64 as tape images. *shrug* Current Mood: jubilant (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, November 4th, 2005
6:57 pm	whee. Debbie's birthday today, having a Tequila party around 9. Margharitas and shots and what not. Then Sunday we're going to St. Louis, Debbie's got some conferance for work and i'm tagging along since i'm a loser and have no life. And yes, I know Conference is spelt wrong above. La La. Polly want a cracker? (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 12th, 2005
8:59 pm	Jones Soda I submitted a cute picture of Debbie's cat Moo for consideration for a Jones Soda Label. I think she kinda looks like the grinch. Here's the link if you want to vote(vote 10 :-) ) Moo the Cat Current Mood: drained Current Music: watching Related and then Lost (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, October 8th, 2005
4:19 pm	ice cider http://winelibrary.com/reviewwine.asp?DCMP=froogle&item=25328 very good ice cider, it was delicious. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 2nd, 2004
11:47 am	wheee....Baseball tickets! Hopefully they'll be fun games at least. :-) ( Subway Series!! ) Current Mood: recumbent (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 22nd, 2004
1:03 am	Short story I wrote Current Mood: cranky (Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 9th, 2003
9:49 am	ooops..i posted in the wrong journal...maybe it's stupid for me to have two journals anyway. voxoo (Comment on this)
1:10 am	Saw Bad Santa tonight, thought it was great, really funny. I'd say it's definately worth seeing(though definately not for kids, as the R rating suggests, even though someone brought a kid that couldn't have been more than 8..) Last chance to see John Ritter in anything but reruns too. on a different note, i need new journal icons. Current Mood: thirsty (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 10th, 2003
5:04 pm	Your MyUB Web Parking Registration was completed successfully. Your parking permit will be mailed to your permanent address. so if i do this every summer when do you think they will catch on? (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 15th, 2003
1:54 pm	this is mainly a contact me post for those of you in buffalo that i may never see again otherwise. I've officially passed all my classes, just waiting for the diploma in the mail. ways to get in touch email scragnoth@hotmail.com aim name Ceetar. (got a cable modem at home, will probably be on like 24-7.) cell# 5163185674 telnet to nightmare.imaginary.us port 1701 and ask anyone playing there for Ceetar. could reply to any post of mine in either of my journals or and i'll get an email. Current Mood: amused (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, April 4th, 2003
12:54 pm	So I finally did it. I finally made a journal to post real life stuff in. So everyone can now comment about my pathetic life voxoo I'll still comment with Ceetar though..and consequently i'll comment in Voxoo's journal as Ceetar. so yeah. voxoo voxoo voxoo voxoo voxoo voxoo voxoo Current Mood: cranky (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 1st, 2003
12:07 am	shielding You have no detected magical protection. An earthquake strikes Monument Square in Praxis. ( pray for portal to mavrick ) Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
Thursday, March 27th, 2003
1:27 am	The sun was slowly setting in the west across the plain. Almost as if it was struggling to still get light out, it was a dim red glow behind a cover of swiftly moving grey clouds. Everything was basked in a dark red hue as the sun struggled down past the tallest mountains in the westward horizon, almost as if the air was saturated with blood. There was an uncanny silence about, the only sounds being made by the wind, shoving it's way across the plain with a whispering of moisture, hinting at a coming shower. The little remaining light cast long shadows on the ground, of trees, bushes and animals; dark shadows that were hard to distinguish in the twilight. They twisted about, where light failed to describe the shadow's true form imagination stepped in, creating nightmare creatures of darkness all about. Couldn't sleep..tried, ended up thinking about this. Maybe now that i posted it i can sleep. Current Mood: ditzy (Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 18th, 2003
7:43 pm	excerpt from the Daily Bugle: O'Daises has reported a 20 percent decrease in french fry sales over the past week, while competitor Queen Burger has reported a huge success of their new product, Freedom Fries. According to the menu, Freedom Fries are "Fried strips of potato, an American delicacy". When asked to comment on the success, the Queen Burger franchise owner had this to say: "I think the success of our Freedom Fries has as much to do with the popularity of Queen Burger as with the patriotism of the American People. Remember, when you eat a French Fry, you support terrorism." Current Mood: cynical (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 5th, 2003
3:07 pm	Wow...i did something? ( A trip to Starbucks ) Current Mood: productive (Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 27th, 2002
8:11 pm	Beginning of my short story Slowly the mist rolled in covering everything and obscuring vision in the valley. For a brief moment everyone was obscured in the sudden cloud cover. Then, as swiftly as it came, the mist faded and everything was astonishingly clear. In the lowest point of the valley, facing north was a crowd of people scouring another group of people lined up about 200 feet up the hill of the northern slope, facing south. The first group was looking for the people in the second group that they knew. The second group was divided in two by an aisle that led down the hill to a podium and three people. One of these people stood at the podium dressed in the green that all administrators of the school wore, and addressed the first group. He was the principal of the school, proudly preparing to address the families of his students on the day of their ascension. “Once a year we gather here, readying our sons and daughters for the final step of their growth to mature souls,” said the principal. “As you all probably already know, after each name is announced the student will come up, receive his diploma, along with the final assignment this school will give. Then we will announce whom they are the reincarnation of. Tonight we have an extraordinary class of reincarnates, led by none other than the great, now reborn, Arlist Moheggian!” Both crowds came alive with a roar at this, whispering to each other and expressing their shock. “I can’t believe it.”…“Is he serious?” …”That’s horrible”…“Is this over yet?”… Which kid do you think it is?”…“I wonder if John will notice if I slip away and take a nap?”…“I’ll bet you $20 it’s that kid with that the glasses on the left there”…“Could it be me?”… “I bet its Jason, he’s so smart.” The late Arlist Moheggian, who just a few years ago departed for Paresia, was perhaps one of the most famous people in all time; His deeds inspired everyone young and old. Arlist was born in the year 6314, or 44BC in Earth years. After attending his prep classes, his first assignment was a solid oak tree in a forest of South America. He stood for only two weeks before he was chopped down and used for wood as a raft. Despite his early failure, he went on to do great things. He was a respected farmer in Mesopotamia, a trader across the Sahara Desert. He was a general and emperor by the name of Julius, he fought in the crusades and later inherited a castle and a kingdom in western France. He served as a Pope, formed his own religion, and fled oppression in England. He led the Austrians for a while and served as President of the United States. He was a dog, a bird, and a fish. He was once an eagle soaring over Mexico, and once was a whale navigating the Pacific. He was a rhino in Africa, a lizard in the Amazon…the list goes on and on. His final task was of a professor of philosophy at Brown University, dying of old age in 1902 (Earth Years). After that, he retired to spend eternity in Paresia with Voxoo and other previously departed souls. His spirit was readmitted to the pool of life and reborn as one of the current graduates. The speaker stood aside, and the man to his left stood up to address the gathering. Edgar Marin was the vice-principle of the school, and he was also garbed in the pale green of the school, but he also wore a shirt depicting the insignia of the school, a phoenix. “Presenting the class of 6522!” he said as he brought out his list of the graduates name and their reincarnee. “Alan Verbesia.” He said. The first row of people on Edgar’s left side stood up, and the closest one, dressed in a blue robe with a cap and tassel, walked up to him and shook his hand. He then shook the principle’s hand, and walked over to the third man, now standing. The third man, the mayor, shook his hand while handing him a roll of paper, and quietly said, “Congratulations”, at the same time that Edgar was saying “His reincarnee is Randy Meclemson.” Alan smiled politely; He had never heard of the guy, but he knew that 95% of reincarnees are unheard of by their reincarnates. His diploma would contain more information, but for now he strode down to the reception area to where he would gather with his classmates one last time. Sitting in the eighth row, Parth Fledding knew he had a while to go before he received his diploma. Mr. Marin had just pronounced his friend Savni the reincarnate of Arthur Walker, a favorite author of his. He smiled wistfully for her, secretly wishing he had gotten that one. “I’m sure I’ve got some no name guy…probably a janitor” Parth muttered to himself. He looked around at his former classmates and wondered about what the principal had said. You’d think a soul with that capability would be more apparent. I grew up with these guys; I can’t imagine any of them filling the gladiators shoes. I know I would be an embarrassment. He watched as Savni walked down to the reception and began conversing with one of her friends that had finished ahead of her. She clearly was excited about the author. Growing inpatient, Parth rather disconnectedly watched the ceremony, felling a tinge of sadness watching his friends be given tasks that may lead them apart forever. “Rosie Sallahan” said Edgar. Rosie, dressed in a white robe identical to the blue male version, stood up and repeated the same procedure as the others. The audience, while observing the ceremony, and listening to the background recessional, jockeyed for the best position to take pictures. If not for the location of the crowd, a causal observer would not guess that these people were the parents of the most educated people in the land more likely that they were starving farmers fighting for a loaf of bread. Jason Bydro watched solemnly from the third row as the last member of the second row descended towards the mayor, and then stood with them as they prepared for their turn. Jason was ranked number five out of the 231 graduates, but he considered himself the smartest in the class. He knew that his reincarnee must be Arlist. I’m the only one here even worthy of the honor. I’m going to be even better then he was, I’ll make all these lesser classmates grovel one day. I can’t wait to see my first assignment. I wonder... A sharp pain in his side disrupted his thoughts. “Hey!” he growled at Willie, the big oaf next to him who had just elbowed him in the side. “He just called your name.” Hissed Willie. Jason smiled widely, and began to walk down as if to his coronation. He glanced back at his girlfriend Julie, who gave him a warm smile and thumbs up. She was proud to be the girlfriend of such a wonderful soul. Jason walked down in a manner that suggested he thought he was going to be handed fame and riches on a silver platter, almost as if he expected a red carpet and trumpets blaring. The steady rhythm of the recessional droned on, as Parth looked up to watch Jason act so superior. Parth assumed that Jason was expecting that he was the reincarnate of Arlist Mogeggian. Parth watched on in disgust as he approached the Principle to shake hands. He could see many of his classmates and audience waiting anxiously for Edgar’s pronunciation of Jason’s reincarnee, akin to watching a basketball player shoot what could be the winning basket at the buzzer; The ball flies off his hands floating up almost in slow motion to the peak of it’s trajectory. The ball begins to descent and it looks like it might fall short, the spinning orange ball descends on the basket, the buzzer goes off, and.. “Hedge Paddington” said Edgar. “What!?” Jason screamed, ripping his hand out of the mayor’s. “That’s not who I am!” Parth had a smug look on his face, and he could see that Mr. Marin did too, although he was trying to hide it better then Parth. “You know these things are infallible Jason, Hedge was a powerful individual.” Parth knew a little of Hedge from reading his autobiography, and now noticed a resemblance in attitude. It was Hedge’s ego that caused Parth to get fed up and stop reading it. Jason, muttering profanities under his breath, snatched the diploma from the mayor and stormed off, foregoing to reception and his yet-to-graduate girlfriend. The next person up was little Sally Smith. He cap and gown were obviously to big for her; the cap kept falling over her eyes and her gown dragged, its white cleanliness marred by vivid green stains along the bottom edges. She nearly stumbled on it twice before reaching the mayor for her Diploma. “Erin Taltin” said Edgar. Sally, obviously pleased with the name, began to remove her cap and gown as she headed down to the reception, revealing a stunning yellow dress that fit her more properly then the gown. Finally it was Parth’s turn, and while he hadn’t been particularly nervous before, suddenly he felt dizzy and uncomfortable as he walked down as if the sound of his name had opening a door to a flood of anxiety. He shook hands with the principle and headed towards the mayor. “Arlist Moheggian!” exclaimed Edgar excitedly. A roar ripped through the crowd as everyone began talking about Parth and giving their opinions, and Parth stopped dead in front of the Mayor. He was stunned and disbelieving, he had never really believed it could be him, and the shock compounded his jitteriness even further, almost causing him to collapse to the ground. “Are you alright?” The Mayor asked. “Yeah. I'm fine.” Parth managed after a second. He shook the Mayor’s hand and took the diploma headed down into a mixture of graduates feeling mad, cheated, happy for him or excited. Savni came right up to him and gave him a hug. “I bet you were disappointed when I got that author you were hoping for” she said grinning at him. Parth chuckled, “Of course not” he said with a straight face that Savni saw right through. ‘Got the author’ sounds so funny, like picking up groceries at the market. I wonder why we say it that way. It makes it sound like it was chosen out of a hat, the luck of the draw. We probably should say something similar to ‘I was Arlist Moheggian’ Even thinking his name in relation to himself didn’t seem right to him. “I can’t believe it.” He said aloud. Noticing Savni looking at his papers with a curious expression, he started to speak, but started in surprise when he noticed how many people were focusing on him. It seems not only Savni was curious about his task. “Well, tell me what your first life is first.” He said to Savni. “I’m a cherry in an orchard in south France. It’s a decent short first life for me.” She said. “And your family will be huge.” Replied Parth as he began to open up the envelope containing his first life, to start tomorrow morning. Across the top it had location, numbers to punch into the machine to send him in, and then the task typed in red ink in the middle of the page. Mini Red Rose Bush Potted London He read it loud enough for everyone that was hanging around pretending ending that they weren’t interested could hear. After he spoke they all ran about discussing it and comparing it to theirs. Yikes, I’ve become an instant celebrity; I wish they treated me with this much importance before I graduated. “Certainly interesting” said Savni “come get a glass get a glass of water with me.” Savni and Parth walked over to a table for some water. People formerly friendly now started oddly at Parth, as if he had grown a second head. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 7th, 2002
11:49 pm	Writing.. Well, I've been writing some more lately, have some contridicting ideas that i have to straighten up and i'm almost done with Prologue Chapter 1. Also, I'm enrolling in ENG391 next semester, which is a creative writing fiction class. The professor said that we have to bring about two pages of my writing to the first day of class and he's going to interview us.(That's what the prerequisite: premission of instructor means.) Hopefully this class will be fun, beneficial, and motivate me to write more. Now i just have to make my two pages good... Current Mood: sore Current Music: Jim lecturing to Dietl about the judicial system (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, February 9th, 2002
2:58 am	A random scene for something..just popped into my head. Some of you might find it quite amusing. Meladin and Reklats entered the Inn and took a seat at less crowded table in the corner. It wasn't a large inn, but it was bustling, and seemingly run and owned by a small nymph. Currently, a man with a dark black beard was entertaining the patrons by singing and playing tunes on his lute. He was a large man, his mere presence seeming belittling. Meladin immediately realized that he must be a very skilled bard to be able to play such wonderful and soothing. Meladin, and indeed most of the people seemed to feel refreshed just from listening to the tunes. Other amateur bards were in the inn too, with fiddles and harps and other instruments, but they were just background music to the glorious tones coming from the tall man's lute. The nymph and owner, who Reklats had found to be called Grace, came over to them, her green-black hair shining and her lavender eyes catching sight of new people. Reklats ordered mutton and ale for the two of them, and Grace turned and went into the kitchen to converse with the chef. The time flew as they listened to the bustling crowd and the music. Before long they were finished eating, and Meladin decided to retire for the night. Bidding Reklats goodnight she turned and went up the stairs. Reklats barely noticed her go, his attention focused on the newcomers. The first to enter was something of a goat man; stories of a race called Satyr came to Reklats's mind. Reklats's first thought was evil, the aura emanating from this Satyr spoke of a tainted soul. He appeared to have much knowledge, and the look on his face meant trouble. If this man was evil however, the thing that followed was the god of evil. A dark, tall figure, cloaked in the shadows strode in, his face full of dark intensity and burned with the desire and thirst for bloodshed and violence. Nearly impossible to place as he shifted in the shadows, the only way to follow him clearly was the evil creation that surrounded him. A twisted, evil thing; a foul demon from hell brought to this realm to protect this shadow that disturbed the peace of the inn. The bard, upon seeing the demon leaped up and pulled out his rapier and advanced at the demon, cursing it back to where it came from. With blazing intensity, as if he had four arms, the shadowy figure swung his two large swords of fire at the bard, the clash sending many of the patrons of the inn running. It was obvious to Reklats that despite being a master bard, the man was also an admiral fighter. The intruder unfortunately for him, was much better; the shadow swung over and over, clearly having the upper hand as his firebrands ripped into the bard and though his magical protections. Reklats, still in the far corner of the room, watched as the bard took his last breaths and fell to the floor in a heap. What followed shocked Reklats, and hardened him in his quest against the worshippers of Vlazaz. For this shadow, upon killing an innocent musician, began performing a ritual on the corpse, spoke something in a harsh sounding language, and looked upwards as the corpse crumbled into dust. Reklats was sure that this must be a worshipper of Vlazaz, an act so demonic, which friends of demons could only be done by a follower of the Unholy One. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, February 7th, 2002
6:07 pm	So here's the deal, I don't have any work to do.(a bad joke) so i figured a quick update was in order. I haven't written much lately, i'm too lazy I guess, but I have thought up and jotted down some notes, and pretty much decided on the first 4 chapters or so, whats going to happen, some links to later in the story that i'll have to write in....etc. I also have a time system set up, at least in terms of years. Still have to work out months, which won't be too hard anyway. I also developed one family tree in class that looks like it'll be workable. I've also thought up some interesting twists and ideas to stick in, just have to reach an appropriate spot. I think i have a good plan, the difficult part will be the putting it into understandable English. so anyway.. I should really write more..maybe this weekend or so, go a couple or more pages into it or something. Hopefully i'll update more frequently too. Current Mood: sick Current Music: Simpsons - The Amendment Song (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 18th, 2001
11:05 pm	Well, i know i haven't posted in a while and all, i've done a decent amount of work though. I have the prolouge completely planned out and i have the description of the gods and what they stand for planned out. I also have drawn up 2 maps, one of ancient times in which the prologue takes place, and one of modern times in which the rest of the book takes place. I've been working on some random ideas too, and I wrote up a 2 page history of one of the towns, evocia. actually, Evocia is the name of the nation, i can't recall the name of the capital city right now, but it's a fantastic city full of magic, everything in it is magically, so much that even your glasses atdinner tables refill themselves auotmatically(This is going to be fun to play with in a tavern, don't worry, one of the characters will definately be getting very drunk) So that's where i am at right now, I'll be working on it more frequently soon, i still need to get a good plan for what is actually going to happen during the main part of the book, it shouldn't be too hard once i settle on a good starting point, I know where i want it to head at least and i can always deviate from that route if i need to do something else. so, tha'ts it for now, byebye. Current Mood: blah Current Music: I've been working on the railroad... (4 Comments |Comment on this)