"Happy learned how to put. Uh oh!"

Hehe! That movie rocks. And it looks like J-Rome knows how to make his own Diablo II mods. I play the Cold Fusion mod since Diablo II is so damn easy that it sickens me. The Cold Fusion mod adds some fun to what I consider a boring game, having such features as (*gasp*) skill balance, new and stronger creatures, useful set items, larger stash sizes, and increased drop rates of exceptional armor. It kicks ass. And I actually get my ass kicked, too, if I'm not careful enough. However, the mod still has issues of its own that I feel should be changed. There is one set of items that is really easy together, and that set is so damn powerful that you can hack and slash your way through normal difficulty (and probably nightmare difficulty) without drinking a potion. The mod has made gems way too powerful, and certain "orbs" (a Cold Fusion addition) just ooze ridiculous omnipotence. So what do I intend to do about it? Fix what I believe are problems with the Cold Fusion mod. Some of the "weaker" sets are going to get scrapped for new sets (see image to the right). The mod lacks a decent set or unique bow for the Amazon, and the Necromancer could use a hug. And, if possible, my "mod of a mod" won't have so many items that favor the fire sorceress (Cold Fusion has no special items for ice or lightning sorceresses). Sure, this mod will take some time to be made, and I'm 99% confident that I will be the only one to ever play the mod. And the mod doesn't work with the expansion pack that came out for Diablo II not too long ago. But hey, it gives me something to do during the nights in which I have no plans. And since Shadowbane won't be released for a while...

Wrecked.

me: dude, log into planetarion and look at the galaxy status screen
Jake: oh i have :-D
Jake: that happened shortly after i attacked baracus.
me: that's fucking tight
me: nice
me: who needs ships, anyway? :)

I don't think anyone in our galaxy has more than 18,000 ships. I used to have the most points in the galaxy and I had about 16,000 ships. In another hour, I will have 0. Why? Because Jake decided to attack someone he probably shouldn't have, and our entire galaxy is getting raped as I write this. It's great. :) Look at this galaxy screen (ignore the bold text; I want to use this as our new galaxy banner), and look at the red totals that appear way to the right for each planet. I'm planet #25 (Rollercoaster). My former roomies have planet #23 (with nearly 110k incoming) and planet #24 (Jake). Ouch.

*yawn*
I'm so bored with everything, particularly with those things dealing with the Internet. Since I'm guessing maybe like one of you may wonder why I haven't been on AIM or ICQ or whatever for the past week, it's because I can't be online for more than fifteen minutes before I either tear my hair out because like half (HALF! wtf?) of the sites I visit are down (either due to power outages or maybe it's just the phone modem playing bandwidth tricks with me) and nothing is actually happening in the world today. The news is dumb and uninteresting and redundant. There are no games for to me to play online. And I don't feel like chatting. I gladly give my mother the phone cord for the entire evening. It's a pretty weird emotional state I'm in. I was really into computers when I got the network card yesterday (it came a day late), but I lack all desire to see what the hell is going on at the White House or what stupid people are sticking up their asses in today's odd stories. Big deal. It's always the same shit, just a different day. :p I'm kinda sick of it.

Hopefully this is just a phase and it'll pass soon. Or hopefully something noteworthy will actually happen in the news. *sigh*

Now that I have probably depressed you, perhaps some URL's have to be dispersed in order to cheer you up:

* Women think about their hair as often as sex. And men don't stop thinking about sex long enough to think about their hair.
* I just like the title of this article. Bush even says that cows talk to him.
* Here's another wonderful story about Bush and his proposals.
* Now this is just cool. Mutant tomatoes to save the world.
* For those of you who aren't into the whole laser surgery thing to correct your vision, you may be interested in getting microchips implanted into your occipital lobe instead. Heh, I said "lobe."

Ok, I'm bored again. Time to log off.

You are worth exactly: $1,903,718.00.
Nice. Since this price is "exact," I don't even need to get a second opinion, lol.

Ever consider selling yourself? Humanforsale.com will give you a quote for your flaccid, repulsive ass. Just answer some questions like what your IQ is, where you live, and how "equipped" you are and get the email sent to your spam account.

When you are done, I strongly suggest that you get your information erased, since their privacy policy suggests that they are gathering your information and they are free to do what they want with it. Case and point: your race does not alter your net worth at all (then why do they ask this question?). And "The customer's contact information is used to contact the visitor when necessary. We may display on our web sites information about our users which is not individually identifiable."

And if you are interesting in buying me, I'll give you a discounted price of $1.5 million if you are a hot, sexy supermodel. You'll even have the option of paying $25,000 a month for five years! What a deal! Interest charges may apply.

Armed with a Phillips screwdriver...
...and a new and scrawny network card (the card has like half the silicon of any other network card I have ever seen), I dismantled my mother's dusty Hewlett-Packard Pavilion and I proceeded to seat the new card into one her motherboard's available PCI slots. Everything was cool, and I put the computer case back together. I had a feeling that I shouldn't have done that yet, just in case Windows couldn't find the card and I had to reseat it or something.

Luckily, that wasn't the case. Installation occurred without a hitch. Woo! I configured the computer's TCP/IP settings and set it up to allow file sharing and all of that shit, and then I dragged my computer to my mother's room and did the same thing to it.

I then went into the attic to get my 25-foot CAT5 cable that I somehow walked away with when my roomies and I graduated. I think it belongs to my boy Jarrod, but he doesn't need to know that. Shhh! ;)

Not having a hub, I went online to find out what the proper procedure is for networking two computers. I assumed it would be as simple as assigning computer names and IP addresses and connecting the cable to the two computers. And it was. But I couldn't do that. I'd need a crossover cable to accomplish such a feat. After taking a look at the connectors at the end of the cable, I determined that the cable was a straight-through cable and not a crossover cable. Damnit! If I were really smart, I would have inspected the cable the same day I ordered the ethernet card for my mom's computer and I would've ordered some cable to be sent with it. Bah. So now it looks like I still need to get a hub and another length of cable to accomplish my mission of backing up all of my junk to my mom's computer before formatting. Either that, or I could get some crossover cable somewhere.

I'll have to call Best Buy and Staples and those places to find out what their going prices are for those pieces of equipment. Chances are, they are more expensive than I'm willing to pay. After all, I'm almost as cheap as my Canadian grandmother during the Great Depression when I don't have any income coming in (mind you, my grandmother will still use the same teabag for four or five cups of tea!). Also, why should I pay retail for computer parts when OEM prices are so much cheaper? The downside to buying online though is that I'll have to wait another week before I can do what I have been meaning to do for months now. Oh well. I've waited this long; I can wait longer. :p Patience is something I have a lot of.

Afroman - Because I Got High lyrics

I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom, but then I got high
My room is still messed up and I know why
'Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna go to class before I got high
I could've cheated, and I could have passed, but I got high
I'm taking it next semester and I know why
'Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support, but then I got high
They took my whole paycheck, and I know why
'Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I wasn't gonna run from the cops, but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop, but I was high
Now I'm a parapalegic, and I know why
'Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna make love to you, but then I got high
I was gonna eat your pussy too, but then I got high
Now I'm ----- and I know why
'Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
Now I'm sleepin' on the sidewalk and I know why
'Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I'm gonna stop singing this song because I'm high
I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high
And if I don't sell one copy, I'll know why
'Cause I'm high
'Cause I'm high
'Cause I'm high

You can get this song on the upcoming Afroman CD due out in late September or from the Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back soundtrack due out in.... uh... *shrug* It may already be out, for all I know.

If you know what the word(s) that were censored out are (I figured out "pussy," you figure out the other one), you may score some style points if you tell me. These lyrics aren't online anywhere yet, so spare the effort of using a search engine to get the answer.

Heh, I guess you'll find the complete lyrics here first. :)

Hoosick Falls Productions
They produce that show I mentioned not so long ago, Murder in Small Town X. That rocks. Upstate New York represented! Yeeeaaah!
In regards to that show: FOX really needs to work on those commercial breaks. Timing one to happen seconds before one of the investigators gets lunged at by the killer totally kills the mood.

Yes... Win2k is coming...
Good ol' Conknet (my ISP) wasn't working yesterday for about 12 hours. And I felt like talking shit, too. Hehe. Oh well, at least I have a cable modem! Oh wait, I don't. Mother strangled that possibility to death like 10 days ago. Doh.

Rumor has it that I'll receive an Ethernet card in the mail today. It cost me a cool $13. I hope it works. :)

I'm friggin' starving right now. I'm not sure why, either, since I don't usually have lunch until around 5-6 in the afternoon. Time to rummage the fridge.

I'm downloading a movie trailor of what is said to be a remake of The Princess Bride. I have a hard time believing that this is what I'm downloading, though. The file name is rubbersharktrailor1.mov, for crying out loud. I'll give you the link to the file once I have deemed it worth viewing by others besides me (i.e., it isn't a farce).

Update: Dumbest 24 MB download ever.

Why do companies I apply to work for not respond to me?
That's horseshit. Kinda hard to make myself a productive member of society if companies are too shy to write back or call me. :p Am I that intimidating? I'll have to take some decisive actions tomorrow.

TV show review
Sometimes when there's nothing to say, there's no reason to post. Hence the initiative I took for yesterday.

I was looking forward to watching an X-Files rerun last night, but the premiere of a show called Murder in Small Town X (or something to that effect) was on instead. I flipped through the channels for the next ten minutes, and then I ended up coming back to FOX and watching this replacement show. It turned out to be a rather neat show, as I watched the remaining fifty minutes of the broadcast before tuning in to Jackass. But about that FOX show: the advertisers for the show claim it's the next breed of second-generation reality-based programming. I missed the beginning, but I believe this is how the show works: ten people were selected to move into a remote town somewhere along the New England coast. These ten people were brought in to solve the murders of a family of three (I think). There are fifteen suspects, and by dividing into teams and such, those ten investigating people explore different leads to gather up clues and evidence.

Every three days, the killer leaves one black and one red envelope for the investigators. In the red envelope, there's a question pertaining to the investigation. If the investigators answer the question correctly, the killer removes one of the names from the list of suspects. The black envelope contains maps to two locations. At one location, the murderer leaves an important clue. At the other location, the killer will be waiting and the investigator will be eliminated.

For the locations given in each black envelope, only one investigator may go to each location. As a general rule, an investigator should never go anywhere in town alone. Otherwise, the killer may come and slash your ass with a stiletto or something. But the investigators have no choice when it comes to the opening of the black envelope. They gotta play by the rules of the killer. And of course, the two chosen investigators (one chosen by the "lifeguard" and the other by the rest of the group) have to investigate these two locations alone and in the dark, and knowing that they only have a 50% chance of coming back. Mwa ha ha.

The lifeguard is an investigator chosen by the group every three days. He (or she) gets to stay at HQ and be immune to the killer's game. The lifeguard's job is to assign the teams going out on the field. The lifeguard also has to pick the second person that goes out on "black envelope investigations;" the group chooses the first person. So as you can see, the lifeguard position is really desirable, since you know you'll be alive for at least another three days. So, you gotta kiss a lot of ass to get chosen as the lifeguard by the group. But, since you have to pick a person to go out and have a 50% chance of getting eliminated, you know that person who you sent out will do everything he or she can to get you picked off if he or she makes it back. Interesting, indeed.

It makes for some interesting strategy. However, I want to know what happens when there are only three investigators left. The two remaining non-lifeguard players get sent out to their possible doom, and then you're left two players. Then those two players will probably have to go out together and only one will return. But, the lifeguard doesn't have to go out into the field. Hmm... and what happens when there's one investigator left? If every "red envelope question" is answered correctly, there will still be six suspects for the lone investigator. I wonder how that works. I also wonder if it's possible to escape from the killer if you are checking out a "black envelope location."

The show itself is ok, and it may be something I'll watch while I wait for Battlebots to come on (the show is moving to Tuesday nights). I like how everyone in town is actually an actor. And chances are that the investigators have already questioned the actual killer. I kinda want to see one of the investigators go somewhere alone in broad daylight and get picked off by the murderer. Heh. The last fifteen minutes of the show are really interesting, since this is when the "black envelope investigators" get picked and the bitching and bickering begins. "Why me? Why me? I hate you!" Hehehe. Then, as the investigators check out their respective locations alone, it's like you're watching The Blair Witch Project with night-vision goggles. Then I enter my "really paranoid" mode and all of my senses are raised a few notches until I wake up the following morning, as if I just watched a horror flick. Hehe.

So there you go. Make of it what you will. It sure beats waiting ten minutes for some jerk to choose between Choice B and Choice D on Who Wants to be a Millionaire?