Damians Rants, Rages and Randomness

Lol.

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Stereotypes galore but what can I say...

Excellent. I'm almost packed for my excursion into Mormon country this weekend. I get to wake up at 3AM and go to the pick up point for the shuttle bus that's taking me to the airport. Heading to Salt Lake City for some R&R and to go to my best friends wedding with a side quest of visit girlfriend. Should be an adventurous few days. I just hope it isn't stupid hot out. Right then. Going to SLC this weekend. PAX is next and RF three weeks after that. Excellent.



PS: For anyone who doubted my feline nature I hereby present proof. Hosmer says its creepy. Hanging out with my cat max, she knows who her person is.

So...

I guess I'll start by saying I subscribe to the George Carlin way of thinking when it comes to things that piss me off, which is I don't have pet peeves I don't have minor irritations. I have Major Psychotic Fucking Hatreds.

One of these hatreds is directed towards my current employers call center work force. Who are so wrapped up in getting their commissions and sales they quite often forget to ask very important questions. Such as whether new outlets will need to be installed or say if I need to bring a specific type of equipment.

Today their infraction is much more dubious. Upon rolling into the drive of my first job this morning I make instant note of how good the structure looks. For south Whidbey this is odd indeed but I have seen a few well preserved structures here in the last couple of years and don't really pay it any mind. Then I not that the concrete looks brand new. I quickly Google map the location and switch to satellite view and what I see confirms my fears.

Much to my dismay I see the remnants of an old structure piled up in one corner of this lot and the foundation of the structure that stands before me in various stages of completion. This work order is written up as though the house is all ready to go and the only thing I have to do is plug 'em in at the street. Unfortunately now I need to hang a temporary drop from the middle of a briar patch cause its the closest hook up point and do all the other BS that facilitates the connection of a new structure which is not only tedious but VERY time consuming.

I would love to rant more but for now I must just quietly seethe and go about my work. I have other crap to do and I don't want to be working until 6PM.

I'm glad I brought my Zune today...it has all my soothing angry music in it.

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help save a ninja today.

Epic question posed by child, mind you this is being screamed at the top of a six year olds lungs after their parent tells them not to wander too far.

Child: "Why, is this a bad neighborhood mom?!"

Parent: /palmface

The idiots of Gary's Mod that is. A new one has been posted. If you haven't already.

Watch it Now.

<insert maniacal laughter here>


So one of the things I do in my idle time is ponder when/ if the recording industry as a whole, minus the artists, will shoot themselves in the foot enough time to just simply collapse in a heap on the floor. Suffice to say the first sign has already been seen.

Nine Inch Nails gave the RIAA the universal symbol of disapproval, the finger in laymens terms, and release four CDs worth of music as a direct download from their own website. All for the low price of $10. Not only are you able to direct download said music in a variety of formats but when the physical versions are stamped they also will mail those to you. Perhaps not news to some but what gave me a fit of the giggles out of this is the fact that the fuckwits at the RIAA wont see a dime. The proceeds from said sales will be going straight to the artists involved in the production of said media. That is to say the band it's self, the graphic designers they hired for cover art etc. IE the people that actually matter.

Now over this past memorial weekend the second sign has presented it's self. I invite those of you watching my randomness here on LJ to go and click this article and read. Read and join me in my insane mirth.

Inside the attack that crippled Revision3

I for one, while admitting that having Revision3 go down sucked, am pleased to see hard proof of Media Defenders asshatery.
I for one hopes this indeed does spell their end.  

=^^=

Now go and cast your votes.

So while I was at work a few days ago boredom struck and I decided it would be a fantastic idea to watch the Half-Life full life consequences videos. At work. I tend to watch youtube and other videos when work gets boring and I need a quick injection of entertainment to keep me from going bonkers. So having accomplished said goal I vowed I would spread their greatness onto those who have yet to see them. Namely Raven Graxton and Gas Mask Dragon. Hilarity ensued and we eventually discover the video "Idiots of Garys Mod". More hilarity ensues and good times are had by all.

Last night, whiule introducing Hosmer to said videos at ravens hlouse a neuron in his brain fired off and reminded him of a Rube Goldberg Machine made with garys mod, eventually we found it and it was good. For those who don't know what a Rube Goldberg Machine is, for lack of better phrasing, it's where one makes the most complicated contraption EVER to achieve something stupidly simple.

I, already being a little off, have had a fascination with said celebrations of the laws of physics and decided today would be a good day to look up more examples of said machines. What I will post now is the longest and best executed Rube Goldberg Machine I have found yet today. Enjoy the video and post more if you feel so inclined.

And now on with the show!

 

 

Those of you who know me understand quite well that for as scatterbrained as I am I'm quite smart. Perhaps this fact has somewhat befuddled you into wondering what law of physics I'm breaking for this to be possible and have me still function normally. No I won't define my definition of normally, but for those that have wondered precisely how my thought process works it's just about an exact mirror of this guys.



"Is Hell Exothermic or Endothermic?"

"The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington engineering mid-term. The answer was so profound that the professor shared it with colleagues and obviously the sharing hasn't stopped..."

"Bonus Question: Is hell Exothermic(gives off heat) or Endothermic(absorbs heat)?"

"First we need to know how the mass of hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate that souls are moving into hell and the rate they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to hell, it will not leave. Therefor no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering hell, let us look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in hell to increase exponentially.

Now we look at the rate of change of volume in hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in hell to stay the same, the volume of hell has to expand as souls are added. This gives two possibilities: 

1. If hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter hell, then the temperature and pressure in hell will increase until all hell breaks loose.

2. Of course, if hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa Banyan during my Freshman year, "...that it will be a cold day in hell before I sleep with you.", and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then, #2 cannot be true, and thus I am sure that hell is Exothermic and will not freeze."

This student received the only A.

 

I'm going to attempt an experiment here. For my own personal gratification if nothing else. Since I'm so dreadfully inactive on LJ I might as well.
I'm going to start doing a weekly rant, the topic of which shall be whatever I deem rant worthy wether its something that directly affects me or something that I randomly come across on the interbutts. The criteria that must be met is the topic at hand has to be something that irks me. The degree of irritation is likely to vary so I cannot guarantee that as the weeks progress the rants will get progressivley better. For those of you who give a crap here we go with the first installment....


Rant concluded, stay tuned next week kiddies. Same time, same place.

-Damian Wolfe

Only a little though.

Tomorrow morning I take GMD and Raven into the bus station at Mount Vernon. This way they can have some "fun" getting to FC. Fun being defined as fighting off hordes of zombies/ vampires on the bus.

The day after I get to drive myself, matrices and my roommate to Seatac so matrices and i can get on the plane and head to the FC. My roommate gets to drive my car back here to Oak Harbor.

I'm excited as all hell to be going to FC. It will be my first con attendance to date. Hopefully not my last. On the one paw I'm mentally bouncing off the walls in a thousand different directions with excitement. On the other I'm calm and just waiting for the day to arrive. I haven't begun getting the "OMG con" jitters yet.

I expect them to start any minute now.

On a completely unrelated chain of thought, I finished a tail to take with me and wear at FC. I couldn't find the black fur In the correct pile/ pattern. Well thats not entirely true. I could have gotten some black fur that would 'ave worked but the base it was on made it look like it belonged on a zombie. I can't be having the zombie hunters mistaking me for there quarry now can I.

EDIT: You know those OMG con jitters I was talking about? Yea they've kicked in full force now that I'm home from dropping off the GMD and the Raven. Excuse me whilst I lose my sanity.

*Begins ricocheting off nearby surfaces. Chaos and panic ensue.*

So as it turns out this is my three day weekend from work. As of now I have no idea what to do except be a hermit and hide in my house like the crazy neighbor that spies on everyone through their window shades. So if anyone has some time this weekend and wishes to have my presence known....by all means chuck a stick of dynamite or a flash bang into my room and get my attention.

A phone call is also acceptable.

I made a discovery last night on the way to my companies Christmas party. No matter how bundled up and warm you are frost can still form on your person when your riding a motorcycle at 75mph in 25 degree weather. Just an observation I felt I should share.

Also:

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Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! In March I had a shoot-out with rival gang lords on the 5 near LA (-76 points). In May I set ravengraxton's furby on fire, before he could get to it (-660 points). In June malytwotails and I robbed a bank (-50 points). In July I invaded Iraq, broke it, and couldn't glue it back together before Mom got home (-1012 points). In September I signed my organ donor card (28 points). In September I gave omekin a kidney (1000 points). In October I helped jondisaurus see the light (8 points). Last month I bought porn for ravengraxton (-10 points). Last Monday I gave gas_mask_dragon a hug(1040 points). Last Tuesday I helped ravengraxton hide a body, to cover my own ass (-1730 points). Last Wednesday I caught a purse-snatcher who stole matrices's art bag (30 points). Overall, I've been neutral (0000 points). For Christmas I deserve a belt-fed weapon. Or a swift kick in the teeth, what ever is handy at the time. Sincerely, damianwolfe

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Finally teh weekends. I'm tired of getting the ever loving shit kicked out of me at work because certain individuals are lazy/ unreliable.

Oh the wellz. On happier notes. gas_mask_dragon, jondi_wolfsong and omekin have invaded ravengraxton's place. I got off work yesterday, procrastinated, couldn't find my motorcycle gloves then finally made it over there at about 2030 (830PM). Much fun was had and randomness ensued. Including a trip to our local saar's marketplace where jondi went nuts with all the imported japanese food items. Upon our return to raven's appartment we decided it would be the awsome to order some pizza from my former place of employ (papa johns). After the ordering had concluded raven's roommate volunteered to answer the door in matrices beefjerky fursuit. It was funny as hell and you have no idea how difficult it was to retain a straight face when i went to sign the reciept. I'm certain that person walked off wondering just what it was they had encountered.

The video can be found here.
Most interesting note is that raven's roommate has stated he isn't furry. Although there is now significant evidence to disprove that theory.

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    Well I managed to drag my ass out of bed this morning without the use of my alarm clock(glares at the evil device). Friend of mine called and said "PAINTBALL!" I replyed  "O rly?" and so my day began. Got my gear together and hopped on my bike to hit the wally-world here in Oak harbor so as to swap my CO^2 for a fresh one. Only I find out that the company that wal-mart was paired with decided to never pick up the empties or replenish the stock of filled ones. So in turn wal-mart has given them the universal symbol of disapproval (the finger in laymans terms). Oh joy.   
    I got my ammo and these 88g disposables in hopes that I might still have some fun. I still had about a 3rd tank left in my 20oz so they were for last resort type thing....I played 2 games out of twenty. As luck would have it something has gone horribly wrong with my tippmann. For the first time EVER it's decided to, instead of shooting paint balls, to shoot soup. I have resigned to the fact that I need to strip it down and rebuild EVERYTHING. Not something I had wanted to do today. *sigh*
    Oh wells. On a happier not I touched base with matrices  after the games. She had to work at 3 unfortunately so we couldn't actually meet face to face. Perhaps next time we shall be able to. Damn that funny work thing and everyones varying schedules. I think I might go tear around on my motorcycle for a while today. Since for some unknown reason the weather decided to be dry rather than pissing rain. Odd for this time of year indeed.  o.O