Dub i dub i dub i doo doo doot.


No, you don’t understand. The DDR Club was not a success. It was…


40 people must have come (most because of the noise), and we got about 16 songs into the lunch period, which wasn’t bad at all. I kept score for everyone who went up with my handy-dandy DDR Club Sign-up Sheets. Statistics will go out with each monthly newsletter that James makes if I can find out how to do that.

I wore my muscle shirt today for the occasion, even though I promised never to put that on again. And we were even allowed to demonstrate for the period before lunch which was pretty funny.

Time to install stuff on my mom’s company’s Linux machine, although I never used Linux.


This is one thing that pisses me off. The abuse of the word “hero.” I mean, geez, by now everyone on Earth is a hero for some reason or another.

“I cried on September 11! I’m a hero!”

“I go to school! I’m a hero!”

“I bought something off the internet, singlehandedly saving the economy! I’m a hero!”

“I donated blood! I’m a hero!”

Tell me, does DRACULA call you a hero before he SUCKS YOUR BLOOD?

God damn it. To me, a hero is still someone who wears protective armor and slays dragons while saving entire villages. Not someone who freaking BUYS something.

Forgive me, I have to be a hero and let James look at his own webcam or something.

Life = good

I’m telling you. I don’t care where you go for coffee – just get your damn self a White Chocolate Mocha. It calms your nerves (for those to whom coffee calms their nerves) and puts you at peace.

James got a cam but he’s pissed off because he forgot how to use it. Woo.

My family’s at temple today, repenting for stuff. It’s Yom Kippur. I would rather sit at school all day. At least I’m learning things and not getting my grades knocked down for abscence.

Some dumbass janitor re-duct-taped my flag to the wall, sticking tape to the front of it. Not only does it look shitty, but the flag is probably ruined. Oh well, at least it lived for a year.

I don’t know what I’m going to do for college. Do I want to throw away a big opportunity for loads of cash by majoring in digital media? Or should I just become an “engineer?” Time’s running out. Either way, I guess I’d better work toward my SAT II and college application essays. Bleah.

Hannah has started to hang out in #rpgcomics. Whoopee.

I’m making more templates for this website. Here are some previews of two that I made but forgot to upload.

God damn, I have so many friends. I must kick ass.

I did all my homework too, for once. Maybe I’ll try to get good grades this year.

Heh, whenever I feel like I’m in a hurry, I never write anything coherent. It’s cool.

I have CakeWalk.

I’m wasting space by pressing “return” twice after every sentence.

For all you people who expect me to be funny: “pants.”

I’m ahead in my webcomics. I don’t have to catch up with any of them.

Time to go.


My sister got my headphones caught in my swivel chair, rolled over them, and disconnected the wires in multiple places. Oh well, they were cheap… but comfy! Durn.

Anyway, today was sweet because I woke up around 11, finished SCH55, and then hung out at Hannah’s for the rest of the day.

We were crammed into one seat in a car while trying to drop off items to charity (to no avail), and passed right by the arcade. Oh well, I guess we did do enough DDR in 24 hours. Whatever.

But we went home and I tried working on stupid AOL for a million years. For some reason, her installation of IE is corrupt, so it doesn’t allow FTP access through AOL. I ended up giving her access to my family’s Pacific Bell account but it shouldn’t affect anybody, heheh.

We had Chinese food and Hannah pretty much treated me as an extension to the chair which I didn’t mind at all. (And um, maybe “extension” isn’t the right word.)

But I installed Trillian for her, and she took a visit into #rpgcomics. She also let me borrow a DVD of the Who’s Tommy. Fun, fun day.

I changed my autocam link to the cam portal. It’s so damn fun to stare at. And I will be updating my information on the About page now.


I made a serious venture into MP3 music by creating a remix of Schfifty Five by Group X. Since they’re usually off tempo it was hard to get everything to sound perfect, so it goes off at some points – and some of the effects I used are cheesy. But hey, everyone’s gotta start somewhere. I didn’t create a disgrace to the song or anything.

Keheheh. Now to make a full version of Icedream.



The Oasis is the best thing to ever happen. I said a bit about it earlier, but damn, I’ve gotta go into depth about this…

All right. You’ve got the biweekly garage band concert at the teen center downtown, with the arcade up the street, and the ice cream parlor down the street. You throw in a small parking lot with about a hundred outcasts from around the Marin. And you’ve got yourself the best time in the world.

Being the outcast, I’m not invited to beer-bash parties with thumpin’ DJs and drugs up the wazoo. Instead, I have to go out and find my own entertainment. But it hasn’t been until recently that I’ve started going to the Oasis and discovering what my friends have been doing for years.

It’s a few intense hours of bonding, through making really obnoxious noises, causing a chain reaction of “EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!” throughout the whole lot, having people make you carry them around, or actually talking about common interests. Whatever it is, anything goes, and you have no chance of being rejected. The bottom is pretty damn sweet.

So I don’t know. I’ll list names again. Max, Omid, Felix, Steve, Nessa, Simeon, 80’s, Jeff, Adam, Bryan, Hannah, Levi, Simon, Haley, Jordan, and that guy who looks like Jay (yes, I know he wasn’t there again). In other words, people I know really well were all there.

We stopped off at Starbase 1 for DDR again and I had Pepsi Blue again. Chris was there running the night shift again (that guy is TEH awesome). I got an A on some 7-footer – my greatest accomplishment, I guess.

So went a night of tossing Hannah from guy to guy, drinking butter-flavored steamed milk, avoiding Bryan’s Hand Of Barf, and RECORDING PEOPLE (which will go online very soon). I drove Bryan and Adam back home (they both live on really tall yet separate hills, those bastards), thought of an idea for a new webcomic series (all jokes take place in CARS!) and then went home and wrote a blog – guess which one.

Oh, let’s rewind in time – the DDR Club first meeting went well. We didn’t play DDR, though. James didn’t bring the AC cable for my PlayStation (I lost mine a while ago) so we just spent the period going over rules, plans, and other things. It went really well for not actually doing anything (and being locked out of the room we were supposed to be in – stupid new teacher).

James is planning on making a DDR Club website. Bad idea.

Oh, and voyeurism will be the theme for the new century.

Challah at a Praya feat. DJ Goldenthal

The first meeting of the DDR COUNCIL OF THE WORLD meets today. Although it’s not exactly my club, I have a history of taking over James’s projects and so I plan to make it very organized.


Anyway, I made a signup sheet for songs so we can keep track of people signing in and tally their scores. It’s also a good way to keep people in line so the same person (JAMES…) doesn’t go a million times in a row.

September 11 is a new American holiday. If you’re not from America, then just shut the hell up. (Oh, and if you are – pretend it’s like Christmas. Although it may not have anything to do with your life, just live with it and try to enjoy the benefits of the day, like moments of silence that tick a few minutes off working, or something.)