Rana’c cusa pek hafc – so sus kud y haf jarelma. Huf caaehk dryd so sus’c paah ihasbmuoat vun y vaf suhdrc, uha fuimt dno du lid pylg uh dra cbahtehk ihdem yhudran zup bucedeuh fyc calinat. Pid so sus ryc fyoc ynuiht dryd – zicd ica ran nadenasahd viht! Cu cra kuac yht pioc y keyhd DNILG. Ed’c y Heccyh nat dnilg fedr vuin caydc, yht po Kut, ec ed sycceja.

Pid rana’c dra faentacd bynd – cra’c hud kuehk du camm ran umt lyn, y badeda Ruhty Lejel, du syga ib vun dra $40,000 cra’c zicd cbahd. Ehcdayt cra bmyhc du keja dra lyn du so cecdan eh vuin oaync frah cra’c umt ahuikr du tneja. Famm yeh’d dryd tyhto?

Vundihydamo, tacbeda ryjehk hu zup, cra kadc y cdayto ehlusa vnus so tyt, fru kejac ran $2000 lremt cibbund ajano suhdr ajah druikr E tuh’d meja drana yhosuna. Cra’c icehk dra suhao du byo uvv ran sundkyka. Kaaw.

Yeah, so I downloaded Episode 2 this weekend – it’s been getting tossed around the internet for a while… and I must say…


I mean, it’s completely freaking amazing! You’ve got to see the motivation of all the characters… and the action scenes are perfect! I like the chemistry between the lovebirds in the movie, actually. It’s quite touching. Definitely a leap over the last one… I’ll tell you that much. Now I won’t give anything away, but I will say that the movie comes to a thrilling climax. I know the movie’s been getting rave reviews, but no one’s really mentioned the musical score to it. Isn’t it great? I especially like this line in the main theme:


This weekend has had its share of sucking and rocking.

Periodic Table of How Things Are:


Su2RoDisuck Roxide
1g Su2Ro = 8.012 amu Su, 16.033 amu Ro
% Su = 33%
% Ro = 66%
Thank you, thank you.

I started off the week by buying earrings for my mom, since it was her birthday. I liked them – they were sterling silver with 5 different colored stones – and they were half off at Macy’s, so they were only $25. I met her at Fresh Choice, a west-coast salad bar, and had a small birthday party with some of her other friends. Rock.

Then we were off to Terra Linda High School, where my good ol’ drama friends were putting on the last production of the year – Bon Bons From the Bard. It’s an original play written by this supergenius student, Jesse Brownstein, in which an English acting company is forced to put on the worst “Shakespeare’s Comedy of Errors” EVER under the direction of an American, uh, director. It was hilarious, and the funniest part is that my sister actually laughed more than I did. Oh wait, maybe that means it’s childish. Or it could just mean that I have no sense of humor. Yeah, that’s it. Rock.

After the play, I met some of Steve‘s friends. They all planned to go watch a movie, and I volunteered to drive some people. They ended up deciding not to go see a movie at the last minute, and I was stuck driving out of my way to drop people off at home. Suck.

But I got home, and the internet was cut off by my dad, as usual. Isn’t that barbaric? He sees that as the only way for me to succeed in life, or something. But fortunately, I had downloaded Clerks a while ago, and got to watching it. And I’ll tell you, it freaking Rocked.

The next day came my Japanese final, and I did much better than last year (in which I took a look at the damn thing and forfeited the class). It was really an in-and-out procedure – I took the test and that was the last I’ll ever see of my Japanese class again. Farewell, I guess. 3Ro6Su5?? Can’t balance equation!! YOU GET AN F BLAUGHLAUGH

I stopped off at TL again where Pride Day was going on. Pride Day is where kids get community service hours (and work off detention if applicable) by renovating the school’s courtyard and repairing other random stuff around the place. I was only able to stay for an hour, because Japanese class has overlapped all the Pride Days for the entire year. Suck.

So I went to my mom’s house and helped her paint some window sills. I then went back to TL where James was waiting for me. We in turn would wait over an hour for Steve and Felix, who said they’d been waiting for us somewhere else, or something. Suck.

But our plan was to drive over to the nearby city of Larkspur, where we’d eat at the upscale French restaurant Left Bank. We’d speak French the whole way through, though, and we’d film ourselves. This was for a project in James and Steve’s French class. Some sort of extra credit thing. But unfortunately, Steve’s tape he brought was defective, so we had to drive over to the nearest Good Guys to get another one. Suck.

But when we finally got the tape and went to the restaurant, God DAMN was the food good. We all ended up having Onion Soup au Gratin (“wit de grated cheese y0”), and I had this weird but GOOD bowl of shredded crab with cheese and breadcrumbs. And we got to shout “Vote Wang” into the camera (I’ll talk about that later). Rock.

But were our adventures in film over? No! We filmed this amazing chase scene on the freeway where I passed Felix’s car, and in turn, I smashed into the wall and died. Very much fun. We arrived in Downtown San Rafael and danced our asses off on DDR. I have footage of Steve dancing – and seeing that he’s Steve, the Max Payne lookalike who looks down on anything coated in a shade over 50% luminosity, it’s a big step for him. Steve and Felix showed James and me this new place that I’d never seen on 4th Street – this LAN game center that charges only $5/hour. Maybe I’ll try it out if I get the hang of Counter-Strike. Rick.

And then my dad called and wondered why I didn’t come home at 1:00 like I promised. I got home and wasn’t allowed to go to my friend Jeff’s birthday party the next day. Sock.

And today, I woke up bright and early to take a tour of the Ex’pression Center for New Media in Emeryville. WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW. It was as amazing as I thought it would be – if not more. It has its own 3-D motion capture studio, state-of-the-art computers completely owned by the president of the school, and simply amazing professors that know, like, EVERYTHING about what I’ve been doing for the past 5 years. I showed a few of them my website and they liked it (although they were probably just being nice). The only problems are: 1) it’s not a real college and 2) it’s DAMN expensive. $32,900 for a 14-month program in which you may or may not get a Bachelor’s degree depending on whether you’ve had general education or not. So I’ll probably just go to a regular college and major in digital graphic design there. Alas, poor Ex’pression Center… But anyway, ROCK. SCISSOR. PAPER.

And then I went home and “studied Chemistry” for the rest of the day. Suck.

Anyone tired of the one-word analysis after each paragraph? Well, good news. This blog’s over. Rock.

Just kidding. Suck.

What Parents Say:

What Terra Linda High School Students Hear:

Anyone who wishes to kill me for the horrible joke will have the opportunity to do so during this intended period of time that follows:

And if you could really kill me during the time that it took me to type “<P>” and paste it a few times, then I must commend you for your agility and mad skills.

I finished my first MIDI in a few months. Hellfire104, who requested the song, originally thought it was from Final Fantasy, so I must emphasize that this request did not come from any infatuation with Dragonball Z, which he may or may not have.

It’s Gohan’s Theme, and it’s an 8 minute piece complete with tempo and dynamics. I’m never doing anything that long AGAIN.

My dad was showing me some old albums dating from 1960 – 1985, albums I’d never seen before. They included pictures of my dad as a kid (he looked just like me), pictures of my cousins as infants, and lots of pictures of my grandpa, who died 15 months before I was born. The last picture in the photo album was of me as a newborn.

Also inserted in the album was a eulogy of my great-grandpa, written by my grandpa. I learned a lot about my family’s work history – both my grandpa, his brother and dad were furriers – they ran a company called Faden Furs. Another interesting fact that my dad told me: my father’s father’s father’s second wive’s daughter’s ex-husband is Neil Diamond. That makes me his ex-step-grandson in law. I’m DAMN famous now.

I changed the colors of the site a bit. Now the light blue matches the rest of the background, and the dark blue matches the blue border around the whole site. Now, I need to submit my site to the fair before Friday, or I won’t be guaranteed a Best of Show in the Marin County Fair yeehee.

My dad is forcing me to be responsible and completely cutting off my internet connection during the afternoons, until he returns home and monitors me like a hawk. I could easily find the cable modem and plug it back into the wall, but instead I think I’ll obey his totalitarian rules and do offline things instead, that I can put online when I have the chance :D

I will please the geek universe by making a model of a caffiene molecule. I’ve already put it together with proportionately sized styrofoam balls and sticks. Now I just need to paint it, and turn it in to Chemistry for 10 whoppin’ points of extra credits. Hooray.

M – I – C you later! – K – E – Y? because YOU SUCK
M – O – O – S – Eeeeeeehhhhh because meese are Canadian and WTF goip gome-owf, wef.

Check out this week’s My Turn in Newsweek for an article on Marin County (where I live, you dolt). The writer Jim Kennedy defends Marin, as we all have, against recent accusations that Marin’s “hideously” tolerant atmosphere is breeding ground for terrorists, like John Walker Lindh (whose family’s next-door neighbor was my sister’s babysitter!). He does so in a nice fashion, but I’d take his standpoint even farther. I don’t live in Fairfax, where Lindh grew up, but rather in the county’s capital, San Rafael, and I barely see any signs of extreme liberalism at all. The two schools in San Rafael are as normal as can be. While there may be a few more Democrats than Republicans, almost everyone pigs out on McDonald’s and Jamba Juice and listens to the same stuff as anywhere else, and we have as many communists as in any other school, tee hee. And while I can’t back this up since I’ve never gone to any other school outside the San Francisco Bay Area, I can say this: our school’s facilities suck.

But maybe that’s just because everyone spends too much money on SUVs :D (Damn, I just completely ruined my point, didn’t I?)

Mario is Stoned is NO MORE.

Why? Many reasons. …Well, more like 3 reasons.

1) “Mario is Stoned” doesn’t look good on resumes. Heck, it doesn’t look good anywhere. The average highschooler asks if I’m “high” every time they visit the site. And yet again, I DON’T DO DRUGS.

2) I’m planning on submitting the site to the Marin County Fair, and I don’t think “Mario is Stoned” will really be a good message to shout out on every Awards list throughout the whole fair. Although I’ve come to dislike the competition (I lost Best of Show to a clip-art-infested page with unorganized lists of NASA data), I still feel like winning a little money for my site. Maybe it’ll go towards, uh, new MIDI stuff. Yeah.

3) Like any meme on the internet, I’ve sort of outgrown the Animutation-infested secret life of Mario. Yes, the little picture of Mario pulling on *something* is funny, and I’ve kept it here for your enjoyment.

For the people that actually visit my site to access the content and read the journal (rather than, uh, pointing and laughing at the title of the site all day), rest assured that nothing else on the site will change. I haven’t added anything new or taken anything old away (yeah, yeah, except the rotating Mario heads).

So enjoy the new layout (I think it’s freakin’ sweet – and it only took a few hours) and hope that I succeed in life now that I seem a bit more professional…

Oh, and yes, those are MY eyes staring you down. Muahahaha.


It’s a local (San Francisco) comic strip that I’ve been reading for a few years in Marin’s free paper, the Pacific Sun. Keith Knight’s amazing – he gets me to crack up in every strip he draws. If you go to “About the Strip” you can follow a link to Salon.com, which has archives from the past few years. Although Salon.com’s archival system isn’t that great, it’s worth it just to read them. I guess I should buy one of Keef’s books.