dont forget about this :P

Alright, Cindy originally left me a draft here to remind me to post, and although blogger tells me that authorship will be mine, don't be suprised if it gets credited to Cindy (go go ghostwriting!). Anyways, on the penultimate day before Cindy's departure she and I took on my brother and his girlfriend Kaitlin in a DOA3 tag-team battle challenge. I guess I could've spiced up the font for that statement, but not really my style. Anyways, we ended after 23 rounds with the score 16-7 in Cindy and my favor, however the past 5 had been won by our opponents after Kaitlin discovered the art of the button smash. It was certainly an interesting event, mainly because Cindy and Kaitlin would both occasionally touch the swap button while fighting and throw their partner into battle unprepaired (and often in the lower range of life), but that's how it is usually.

End the reminder of Cindy.

That said, I just had a scary scary thought. Code Lyoko, aka the big headed kid French anime(for lack of a better word), has always been an atrocity in my mind, however, I just reevalutated the idea of a French show, and I've decided that if I could get the show in French, I would enjoy it.

Well, it is a dead dead dead day at work today, so Kyle and I are bored out of our mind. Which means I can finally catch up on some much needed blogging.

Firstly, Georgia Traffic is atrocious, nothing further needs to be said. No particular instance in mind, that's just how it is. If you've experienced it, you understand, if you haven't, I cannot convey the magnitude of the atrocity with mere words.

Secondly, people freaking confuse me. Driving into my Uncle's neighborhood to work on the Java project I passed a woman driving out with, yes I'm totally serious, a monkey on her shoulder! Okay, I don't know where to go to even buy a monkey, but moreover, why?! I mean, what does a monkey supply that a simple dog or cat doesn't? What is it that could ever possibly possess someone to go out of their way to get a creature, so genetically similar to themself, and moreover, as the realization that diseases from our own cats and dogs, one that can catch and spread, or historically has been a font for, diseases that can infect or mutate to a strain capable of infecting humans with ease. I guess there are reasons perhaps, but I don't know them, but I don't really care. However, I was also privledged to watch another driver zone out. One day, as I was approaching a neighborhood that I intended to enter on my right, another car from the neighborhood pulled up with their left turn signal turned on. I, moving at the regulated 35 mph for the road, turned on my right turn signal to demonstrate that even though I was moving slowly enough for 3 cars to pull out, I wouldn't be passing through the space that the other driver would be. Did she pull out though? No. In fact, she didn't move throughout the entire time I was approaching or when I was pulling in (which would've certified that I was indeed turning-right as my turn signal had been meant to present) or even as I drove past, in fact, she didn't move in the entire time as I drove to the end of the street. I stole a glance to my side, and she was simply sitting there, no cell phone, no ear piece, not reaching for anything, just nothing, at it both confuses and worries me.

Ah well. Let us discuss Eclipse, which is apparently a product of IBM, which impresses me. Those of you who aren't into Computer Programming can tune out until I say otherwise. Anyways, for those of you who are still with me. Eclipse is a free programming enviroment, and a rather spiffy on at that (yes, I just wanted to use the word spiffy). It automatically checks everything as you go, so if you leave off a } or a ; it'll let you know. Moreover, you can have it generate automatically (complete with Javadoc) all the getters and setters for the entire thing. Moreover, if it doesn't recoignize a statement, you can just hit two buttons and it'll suggest all the possible things you can do (declare variable, import another class, etc.) Plus, it's free, but the debug is a well worth it $30, it is a very nice Debug too.

Otherwise

Actually, that's about all I can think of to post at the moment, I'll post about the animes of the season in the future, and for those interested in my bleak academics at Tech, I think I can get some text into Melchor (if not a better layout) before the end of the week.

I find it rather interesting that Blogger gives me quick buttons for Italics, Bold, and links. But not underline. However, they do have a block quote button as well. Strangeness. Eitherway, the new layout homepage tells me that this is my two-hundred and ninety-first post.

So, today we shall tell the horror story, well it's more of a humorous thing from a spectator's standpoint, anyways, of the rookie Red Cross employees:

Alright, so last...uhh...Thursday I believe it was, my entire family did the blood giving routine. My mother and I gave together in mid afternoon cause we were free then, and my father and David gave after they got back from their respective work and school. Either way, this trip was not the pinaccle of efficiency. For those of you who haven't given, the process works in two phases. First the screening, where they check Blood Pressure, Temperature, Ask you all the questions, Heart Rate, and prick your finger to test your iron, then the part where you actually give blood.

Anyways, my screening nurse was a little old lady who did one thing at a time. Usually the younger nurses blaze through the screening; taking heartrate, temperature, and blood pressure all at once which prepairing the finger prick, but not her. In fact, she had the hardest time getting the blood from the prick into the tube, at which point she couldn't open the test tube for the blood-iron content test, so I had to reach across with my left hand (my right was the bleeding one on the table) and unscrew the top. Apparently she had similiar difficulties with my father, and he was shooting blood out (at least so much as a finger can) so she lost the gauze in her haste to change out to cleaner gloves and had to get more. And she couldn't pronounce any of the various ailments in the questions for the screening. Course there are some difficult diseases to pronounce so that's not really a fault, it's just that she tried so many times at it that it got tedious.

Either way, I think the screener that both my mother and David had was no problem, or at least not that I've heard.

So I put on the bar code saying that I hadn't done anything that might result in me contracting AIDS and then lied about it on the questions and went out to get a chair to give blood in. Matthew, another rookie, was washing down the first chair with moist towlettes, so I figured I'd just take the second, but little old screening lady insisted I take the first one once he toweled it off, while little lady woman wandered off with all the stuff he needed to do so. So I sat down, and Matthew looked around confused, it went kinda like this:
Matt: "Umm...where's your stuff."
Me: "Oh, the little old lady walked off with it, she's somewhere over there."
Matt: "I see..." and off he went to retrieve it.

Apparently the aged one did the exact same thing with my father's stuff, again prompting Matthew to have to go off after her, the way he responding to my father telling him this it seemed like it was a near constant action on her part (wandering off without giving anyone the donor's blood bag). So, usually a blood nurse can siphon two or three people at once, all they need to do is move around shaking blood bags once they've stabbed you and gotten started. Either way, when Matthew asked which arm I wanted to give out of, I let him have his choice, my first mistake. Despite the fact that I still have a tiny spot from when I gave blood last time, he couldn't find my vein. So he moved onto my left arm and eventually decided that he could see the bulging vein when he had my circulation cut off, which does help you find veins, I'll give you, as any experience Heroin addict can tell you. Matthew did not move around and help other patients (admittly there weren't any at the time cause it was just my mother, Cindy who weighs way too little to be giving, and me) he just sat there and, as my father and I put it, babysat me. However, he cut off my circulation in the process. I give blood enough without the added force of no circulation, not to mention I imagine it's hard to give blood when you don't have any in the area, as evidenced by my white hand. Apparently he kept asking my father if he was losing circulation, guess he didn't want to repeat the mistake. Meanwhile the female rookie doing my mother had already stabbed one arm and failed to find a vein, so she was working on stabbing the other. She later in the day did David and according to him, only stabbed him once, but spent a good 3-5 minutes rummaging around inside his arm trying to stick the vein. So, in the aftermath, most of my family has a bruse from the rookies, mine being the largest. I've got a nice large yellow one extending from a hands-width above where I was stuck to halfway down to my wrist. It hurts too.
Not trying to scare you all out of giving blood, just giving you something to laugh at.

Alright, a quick rant on Microsoft's X-Box. As some may know, a while back, a few months ago, David left the X-Box on. Alright, David saved his game and left to do something with his girlfriend, presuming that someone else would see that it had saved and turn it off. Well, no one did, and the X-Box overheated. The typically green glow of the machine turned red, it informed us to contact technical support, and it wouldn't give back the disc it held. Anyways, eventually we persuaded Tech Support to listen to us and finally I got around to actually calling them, whereupon I was told that it should sit on carpet, but rather "atop a shelf". Alright, interestingly enough, this seems to have worked. Somewhere better 3 months of idleness and placing it on top of a former debate tub seems to have given the green machine the will to live again, at least, it hasn't been freezing for the two games I've tested so far.

Alright, so moving on, I'm going to rant about Omega, cause he pisses me off. I was testing to see if Dead or Alive 3 was going to freeze the machine, as it had been doing when the X-Box was on the carpet, so I just went into Story Mode on Hard and quickly blazed through as a random character, German High School Dropout Karate Uniform Wearing Karate fighting girl. Anyways, for those who don't know, DoA3 is a pure combat fighting game. There are no weapons, no projectiles, nothing but a life bar and 4 buttons. Punch, Kick, Grab, and Free. Free technically is a "do-nothing" button, but you can hold it down to guard. Anyways, Omega is not the proper End Boss for a game where you can't even choose to jump rather than Clockwise Z-Dodge every time (ie, sometimes double UP merits a Z-Dodge clockwise, othertimes it gets you to jump, at least versus Omega, otherwise you don't even have the option of a jump). Anyways, as I was saying. Omega is a bad bad decsion of a boss. Firstly, he has a weapon, secondly it's a damn big weapon, thirdly, he has unblockables, magic; basically a full assortment of things that while you expect a last boss to have, he shouldn' have all of them at once. So, the rundown of the Omega issue.

Firstly, his stage: It's a small ruined battlefield, engulfed in flames, which means that the stage blurs slightly just about every three second, which is less a cool effect, and more a eye damaging annoyance. There are a few random wooden ruins (destroyed karts or Japanese wooden gateways it looks like) on the field as well.

Secondly, his repotoire: Alright, his attacks are, if you consider the stage to be of distance 1.5X, you starting a distance of X away from him:
Physical
1)A Linebacker shoulder charge, knockback of distance X
2)Spinning his blades before him in a whirlwind, knockback of .5X and slight damage even if you don't touch him.
3)Overhead swing, knockback of .5X.
4)Grab your head, swing you around a few times, slam you on the ground .5X away, massive damage, close to 1/4 life.
5)Spins blade behind himself and either a) does 2) or a 5 hit blade combo for X knockback.
Additionally 5) is unbreakable. Although he spins his blade behind him, any attacks made against him neither prevent his attack nor deal any damage.
Magical (all three of these attacks have the same leadup, meaning you don't know which he'll cast):
1) Fires a volley of 1-6 magical bolts. Yes, you read that right, not only does he have a weapon when no one else does but he has ranged attacks on top of that. The bolts can be avoided only if you are lying on the ground, which occurs within 3 hits of the bolts, so fortunately, no matter how many he fires you can only be hit by 3 or the number he fired, whichever is less, but it always leaves you on the ground. I haven't tried holding free to guard against them, but somehow I doubt it'll work. You can Z-Dodge around them, however if he's casting great than 2 odds are strongly against the X-Box controller responding fast enough to let you avoid them all.
2) Launches a line of fire which he them sweeps across the screen, starting from one side and moving across to the other. I've yet to find a way to dodge this attack save for attacking Omega before he can get it off which is hard as well. Knocks you down.
3) A shockwave of wind, X knockback. Can be dodged if you miraculously manage to jump at the right time.
Note: All his magical attacks are effective up to a range of the size of the screen, so no good backing away.
To make things even better. Everytime he gets knocked down, there is an automatic shockwave as per Magic 3) and when the it reaches the end of the screen he is standing again. Also, Omega is immune to grapples, he takes damage from a grab as if it were a punch, but nothing more.

David and I have beaten the game with every character on Easy, but nothing on higher difficulties. I lost 50 straight battles to Omega before giving up.

In other news, this new Blogger interface is kinda scary. I don't think I need a giant warning sign with an exclamation mark just sitting there refreshing itself till it finishes for a single post created, seems like a waste of someones bandwidth, but that's all I have to say. That aside, I've been looking through Wizard's Advanced Psionics book for 3.5 Edition that Kyle let me borrow. I must say, I really like the way they changed something. It's certainly not flawless but they've made alot of progress I feel. I enjoy the Psions now being based only on Intelligence, it just seemed wrong for this giant hulking brute to be able to take someone down with the power of his 4 intelligence just because he was an Egoist (Strength focused Psion), but that's been fixed. The Psionic Warrior now kinda plays like a Paladin again, which is alright, I mean, they needed some kind of spell determining stat, now they've got it. The Wilder seems like it'd be an assload of extra work for everyone to keep track of, but useful in a clinch. The new base-classed Psi-Knife really seems alot better in terms of reconciling the dual wield ability and changing sword sizes and the formerly overpowered stat damaging abilities, but still a good class, they didn't beat it into uselessness at all, still a very powerful class, and one of the few pseudo-magical-esce classes that can operate without magic, or the pseudo-magic that is psionics as the case may be. The Prestige classes are changed to match the new paradigm for Psions and seem to do so well. I haven't finished looking through everything but I still dislike that all powers do a fixed damage for Psions rather than the standard Xdice/level for Magic-uses, but oh well, the Augment concert really allowed them to slim the lines. My only two complaints so far are a) they were lazy and reused the Sever the Tie picture (a badass picture for a spell that would've been cool had it been greater than second level) for Energy Ball (which is also kinda a complaint, that they have all these amorphous "Energy" spells, it gets a little haggard trying to figure out when you can cast what to do what). The only other is that, b) the spell Deja Vu is reprinted on sequential pages. It's almost like a bad joke, giving me Deja Vu over a spell with the name and properties of a case of Deja Vu. Ahh, dear irony, though art a bitter draught.

Okay, so after a week of always coming back from Java between the hours of 10:40 and 11:20 in the Webster van, I have come to the follow conclusion: 99X is only getting worse. I mean, they say they do an hour of music, but in 4 days worth of 20 minutes a day travel, aka, 1.333333(repeating) hours of music, I've heard, fully, 99X play 7 songs, which were actually 4 cause I heard 3 songs twice in all that time. What's even worse, is the commericals are now full-on crap. I mean, not relatively crappy, not lacking in one aspect, these most putrid pieces of advertising ever to hit the airwaves are absolutely horrendous. I mean, stupid premises, idiotic means of presenting them, terrible music choice, and abhorrent sound effects. I don't listen to the Braves' games on AM 750 because all the commercials are one play or another trying to get me to buy paint, or jewelry or something. Same reason I don't respect anything Neil Bortz says, political leanings aside, because all his commercials are him trying to get me to buy a bed, and personal endorsements, while annoying to begin with, should never be run during your own show. I mean, sure you'll have the greatest population of listeners interested in you, because they came to hear your show, but that's not something to be exploited, that and your voice is annoying when you don't get the break to escape it. 99x does the same thing, but those were actually kinda good compared to the late night abominations they put out. I guess I'll have to reprogram the quick frequencies so I can get to NPR with having to hold the adjust button for the 9.7 Hz I need to get there. Their latenight is good, and commercial free except for Beg-fest, and even then it's relatively free because they figure no one's listening anyways.

Pehaps Titles work now?

Interesting a new format to Blogger, certainly a change.

Anyways, just a quick poem from Bloom County:

I would never cry if I did find a blue whale in my soup,
Nor would I mind a porcupine inside a chicken coup.
Yes, life is fine when things combine, like pork in beef chow mein.
But, Lord, this time I think I mind, they've put acid in my rain.

Biting Irony. Despite my grades in the class, I get to get up early to program Java for my Uncle. Moreover, despite being family he's paying me more $/hour than the UPS store currently is, though perhaps there's been a mysterious payraise since the whole Christmas ass out of the fryer incident.

Ah well, I'm overdue for sleep.

Well, I hope everyone had a fun and productive 5th of May. On a retrospective note, I hope all my comrades had a good May Day as well.

I managed to scratch the side of the newer of the two Webster family vans pulling into the garage, I swear that my father takes up too much space with the Accord. I am, or have been, very good a pulling really close to the far wall, but I guess after a long day of work I misjudged the angle, Oh well. I'm now "Not allowed to park [that] van in the garage anymore." Whatever, I'll just park it on the driveway when I take it and let her pull it in, one less stressor a day I guess.

Alright, I rescind my previous statement. Well, you know, whatever the version of a forced rescind after being terribly corrected would be.

Anyways, just got back from the Super Walmart. It's a scary place. Loads of employees doing inventory and restocking today apparently. Either way, the things encountered there made me question the future of mankind. Somehow I feel that "Ketchup Blast" Pringles are an omen of worse things to come. When you reach the point where you have a potato chip flavored like a condiment, it's just bad. Also, the middle ground is getting increasingly more difficult. For Pace salsa you can have your pick of medium, mild, or the legendary extra mild. It also appears that Disney has teamed up with Kellogs (or vice versa depending on your take of the issue) so there is now a Disney Princesses Cereal. I just hope it doesn't go any further than that. I'd hate to see every new Disney movie be transformed into a cereal, or worse yet, to see two seperate Disney mergings get fused. I can picture it now: Disney Kellogs Square-Enix present some game wherein the protagionist gets to join forces with the heroes of Final Fantasies IX and XII alongside some of your favorite Disney heroes like Mickey and Simba as well as Kellogs' fine additions to the crew. The fiesty Captain Crunch and the mighty Tony the Tiger. Just think, Huey Luey and Dewy could run the weapon store and then Snap Crackle and Pop could handle the item store.

Well, back to removing the crap from 10th grade from my bedroom. Melchor'll get a few updates now that grades have gone live. *Angry Mumbling*

Just for the record Ting oogles is dangerous diction. Remember that oogling is was Jefe does to women, and being oogles of fun therefore is a bit worrysome, no?

So, I was given the privledge of going with my mother to take my brother and his girlfriend to their Junior Prom at the Atlanta Zoo. Before we left my mother had mentioned hearing of an accident at Peachtree Industrial and 285. Apparently said accident did not end happily for all involved, as we were forced to turn off onto 285 in the opposite direction of the one in which we'd have liked to take because of a police barricade. There was nothing barricided other than the road itself being examined by two policemen with measuring tape. But of course, that couldn't be the only highlight of such a trip, no no, fate would never have that. Instead I got the rare 'treat' of watching someone, in what I hope will be a unique experience, at a GA toll booth in the "50 cents only" lane get out of their car to make change with the vehicle behind them, giving me no choice but to believe that what they say about over half of all americans being functionally illiterate is true.

That said, we can move onto the afformentioned disturbance that bothers me. So, here, I offer the fastest and simplest way I can. Search Google for the phrase Penis Envy, click on the second link from the top, read it. When you get to the "the saga continues", brace yourself for graphics of a phallic nature, the second of which is the true cause of my disturbance. As for why, I'll put that in white so a not to spoil the suprise, unless you do want to highlight it yourself and spoil it yourself, so here goes: What bothers me is, of course, the second of the dildo images, Joan of Arc. I can understand the greater meaning of the entire show and the subsiquent displays, but that one bothers me. Jeanne was a mere 19 at the age of her death, a chaste girl who heard the voice of God. I quote from a biography the following "Much was made of her insistence on wearing male clothing. She was told that for a woman to wear men's clothing was a crime against God. Her determination to continue wearing it (because her voices hadn't yet told her to change, as well as for protection from sexual abuse by her jailors)" and rest my case as to distrubance there.

There you have it. More on the adventurers of my family later.

But before I go, my last odd statement on life in general, again keeping with the whole Prom thing. Here goes: Anyone who gets laid on Prom night obviously did not dance hard enough.

Again with the Blogs responding to Ting, so here goes. The Closet eh? I was just trying to remember the name of the French film that I got to see only the second half of (missed the first half to AP Lit testing). I even had a profile statement expressing my sheer amazement that the google search: french movie condom factory pretends gay returned nothing unsightly. Stupendous coincide, now if only I could find a good way to get my hands on a copy of it. So, that all said, what'd you think of the movie, deary?

On the note of disturbing things, I need to do some more research into the life of Joan of Arc before I can form this thought and hopefully get rid of it. Accursed Mightygirl and her links. Alas, now I am distraught.
Note to self so I remember why this all disturbs me, "Penis envy."

This won't be the full blown post that I had intended, not that many of you readers really want to hear Colin on a strategy RPG tangent anyways, those games are so crappy, or so I'm told, I'm still a fan, but as I said, that's totally not the intent of this one here.

Anyways, looking and listening around has shown me that just about everyone got a piece of the wonderful e^(theta * i) + i sin theta so I say that everyone should mark their calendars for April 15, birthday of the good man Euler himself (that's pronounced Oiler btw, I case I haven't gotten a good chance to yell at you recently about it and you've forgotten). Notably it is also the anniversary of the Sinking of the Titanic and the death of Abraham Lincoln, but I say that we shouldn't allow such things to interefere with the great glory of a Mathematician.

Just think, I'm in college, I've got well more than a great excuse to get drunk, but I'm not. Damn Inhibitions, underagedness, Java homework, oh, and rationality, like anyone could imagine me drunk anyways. It's never going to happen, I've got enough troubles walking as is.

Just taking a moment to gloat about beating Nathan in Cribbage.

Pity that it was such a marginal win that there can't really be any pride in it. Hehe.

More substancial posts will be had later, when it isn't 3 am.

Alright, to start with, anyone know what the average age of Blogger users is? Cause I thought it was younger than 21, but perhaps Blogger people know something I don't. I ask because of this message on the main page:

"Some of us Blogger folks are going to SXSW and to kick things up a notch we're serving up free drinks and t-shirts Monday evening from 6:30-8:00 on March 15th over at Club De Ville in Austin, TX. We provide beer and schwag to our users because we care."

I added the bolding myself so you could see what I was talking about.

Warning: Colin is sick, sore throat, cough, etc. So a mix of allergies and perhaps some minor infection of the sinus, just be forewarned.

I think next time I come home I'll move all my home .mp3s to Asgard so that I can expand my music selection at school past Anime, DDR, and misc extra. Now it'll be even more anime, death metal, metal blade.

So, I present the "Lesson of the Week:"
When collecting items of Earth-shatterning importance, like say the powerstones to an ancient art of magic that could destroy the world, or the keys to a viral plague, that come in sets of 4, do not put them all in one bag, it is bad from and generally an unwise idea. Remember, easy to be transported also means easy to steal.

Just a couple of directed comments to various friends of mine (most of whom likely don't even know that I still update), and yes, dear readers, I swear that I shall eventually add some links to this so you can figure out who it is that I am talking to, perhaps, 'till then I suggest Jiaz's blog as a nexus to figure out who exactly it is that I'm speaking to.

First order of business; Jefe, it's Nathan and I. That said, I'm now aware that I misspelled 'cause' at the start of the previous post, and also that technically the end of the previous paragraph here ends in a preposition, which'd be another of those grammatical no-no's. Then, mmm...resisting the power of burning, Jiaz, you sense the powers of Project Chibi at work?

Third, Ting, aren't you worried that the athletes have had the reciprocation of your thoughts. I mean, if my roommate is anything to judge by, those who build muscles primary have little actual food on hand, especially meat. Just beware. And that said, you might want to check your coding on your later links, they seem to have http:// repeated a few extra times.

The previous thing I just never published caus I had hoped to do something with it, but as all can see, it took the path of the post before it in falling short of accomplishing anything. I figure above all else I think I need to bump that Piers Anthony post slightly further down the page. Anyways, I did start the post before this one, the March 8 one before Jefe posted his little swipe, but that's okay, we're all friends here, right?

That all said, the world is again beginning to worry me. Cindy and I, during break, stopped by at a CVS so I could be proven wrong in a bet I don't recall making (nor had what I said been made into a bet, do I recall making it so specific as it was so that I'd lose), either way. On the way out we were confronted with a conundrum. The store has only one entrance, a pair of side by side single sliding doors, kinda like Wal Mart. Confused yet? I mean that there were two sliding doors side by side, and once inside, there was another pair; typical right? Enter on one side, leave on the other? Apparently that wasn't made too clear here, as Cindy and I looked were we stalled for a moment by the fact that both of the doors that we needed to immediately pass through were marked "Not an Exit", or whatever it is such doors say with the red circle with a diagonal slash. Of course, I do presume this was a mistake (possibly a broken door had been replaced with a spare, but backwards) since there were no other exits. I know for a fact we wouldn't have been the first people to oppose the writing on the wall cause there wasn't a pile of bones anywhere in the store. Okay, so perhaps I'm making a big deal out of an oddity, perhaps I am, but it's things like that that start to worry me. If one is going to mark something as "Not an Exit" there had better damned well be an exit someplace else people will start making one. It is like the door on the Textile building that not only proclaims "Not an Entrance" but is regularly propped open because apparently it locks automatically if it closes. Conflict of interests here perhaps?

Rockapella was a good show. I enjoyed it, and Jiaz's nice seats, which tells me I need to definately get a couple rush tickets to some good shows next semester, because invariably they are rather nice seats, even if the Ferst Center line tends to be massive. It was a different style from going to see the Mikado, so I won't try comparing the two. They sang a good number of songs, despite the long opening act sequence (Emory all-guys acapella group (3 songs), Gatech all-girls acapella group (2), Gatech guys acapella group (2), Gatech guys and girls combined (Evanescence, rather well done too). Rockapella did mostly classics, a few originial pieces and all the member specifics (each person has a song they chose or specialize, or whatever, they did all of those (though the vocal percussion guy doesn't have one). The bald guy wasn't too fabulous, but he seemed to be a decent songwriter. Personally, I knew Carmen Sandiago and Folgers had to be preformed, as well as a couple of the 80's song they came to fame through, but the lack of any of They Might be Giants (Putting on the Ritz, Istanbul), Build me up Buttercup, Ants Marching (I don't think they regularly do this, but I think they do it well anyways). House of the Rising Sun really made it good, but it came at the start when they could have done anything and I'd have been alright with it. Zombie Jamboree gets a thumbs down from me because I don't like the mutant calypso style that it involves, nor the song itself.

Right, okay. Trying not to let the blog fall into destitution and emptiness despite the new subtitle. So, alright, here goes:

Cause the post for yesterday (which I'm technically still living since I've merely not gone to bed, as opposed to having awoken this early the next day) is really bothering me. I've decided that I can conjure up another blog on some manner or another, at least I hope so. So, cross your fingers dear reader, as I attempt to find something, or not. I'll leave this here to remind me to post later, but for now, it's sleepy time so I can finish the afforementioned essay.