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Joe

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23. grad student.

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I Keep Forgetting to Cancel This Stupid Webhosting Account · Jul 24

I promised myself that I wouldn’t renew my account after the early billing debacle by my webhost this past January. Obviously I forgot to follow through with that pledge.

If I were to never update this site again and actually follow through with my vow to end my hosting deal, this update would end up costing me a figure somewhere in the triple digits.

Looks like I’ll have to try and make use of this site for the next 11 months.

Oh boy.


Kitsch is Cool · Aug 4
Congratulations! By registering your Wii hardware and Big Brain Academy with Nintendo’s Online Product Registration, and completing our Product Survey, you have qualified to receive our latest My Nintendo Membership Reward – a Wii Keychain!

Oh hell yes.

Normally I’m not one to collect silly shit like this but I’ve been on this strange kick where I try to find as many ‘free stuff for minimal effort’ offers online as I can. In other words, I’ve been reading the Coupons sub-forum a little too much lately.

Free stuff is awesome. Waiting four to six weeks for delivery is just plain silly, though.


This is Libel · Jul 20

TexManZero on Xbox Live is a sore loser. Apparently, winning an All Pro Football 2K8 match convincingly through strategic gameplay embarrassed him enough to warrant giving me a negative player review. My so-called “exploits abuse” was, in fact, adept adjustments to his terrible defensive schemes. Is it really my fault that he couldn’t respond in kind by adapting to my style of play?

I guess the team I created, the New Brunswick Knights, are just too good.

Eat my poo, TexManZero. Eat my poo dot com.


Something isn't right · Jun 19

I’m pretty sure I didn’t delete my /weblog/ directory.

Edit:

Nevermind, it just seems that I had to update this weblog software. Also, I’m stuck with this webhost for another year. It seems that I forgot to cancel the plan before the auto-renew kicked in. Crap.


Asshole Physics: The Game · Jan 5

This. Fucking. Game.

God damn, Elebits is fun. It’s almost as if the Nickelodeon game show Finders Keepers were put into video game form…but instead of tearing apart a room trying to find stupid shit based off of a vague clue, you’re tearing apart a room looking for little pastel-colored creatures—the essence of electricity, even!—that squeak way too much.

I seriously thought that I wouldn’t be touching my Nintendo Wii until Wario Ware comes out, seeing that I’ve already beaten Zelda and Excite Truck. Thankfully, I was proven wrong by this little gem.


Hey, Myspace Crowd · Oct 26

While doing my usual rounds of the Gawker blogs, I came across this particular advertisement:

The evolution of blogging?

Guess who Vox is trying to target? What a shame; I thought they were aiming for an older—or dare I even say more mature—audience.


What the fuck, Facebook? · Oct 16

No, I’m not particularly bitter that the Facebook deleted my Flying Spaghetti Monster profile. It’s not like I was the first one to create one of those silly fake accounts. The fact that they’re starting to police the existence of these gimmick accounts is bothersome for people with too much free time like me, but I understand why they would. Opening the service to the general public lends itself to massive friend whore abuse—among other things. Surprisingly, there are worse reasons for me to be peeved at Facebook.

The implementation of the news feed is a topic over which many people have voiced their concerns. Quite frankly, I don’t care if you made a new friend or changed your profile picture. As a result, I tend to ignore it most times. The following “note,” however, caught my eye.

Facebook's news feed

Why, that’s not a note at all! It’s blogspam. How do I know? Well, I’m quite certain that I’m not friends with this “the Washington Post” fellow.

I’m not sure if the Facebook developers thought that having an offbeat news wire on everyone’s accout would be cute or if it’s just shameless advertising. Either way, I don’t like it.

Shame on you, Facebook. Even Myspace doesn’t stoop to that level—unless you’re friends with Tom. Why anyone would keep Tom on their friend’s list is beyond me.


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Spoiler Corner

The Dark Knight

Neither ferry blows up, thus disproving the Joker’s assumption that he can turn Gotham to chaos or something. After apprehending the Joker, Batman rescues Gordon and family from Two-Face by KILLING HARVEY DENT. Well, maybe he’s just guilty of batmanslaughter.

The Incredible Hulk

Despite being pumped full of the imperfect super soldier serum, Mr. Orange lusts for the power of the Hulk, becomes the Abomination, and starts ripping the shit out of Manhattan. The two monsters tango and just when the Hulk is about to kill that bitch, Liv Tyler convinces the big green dude otherwise. Banner runs away to Canada to control his badass alter ego and, in the closing scene, Tony Stark meets with the General to discuss the Avengers.

Iron Man

After having his arc reactor ripped from his chest by The Dude, Tony Stark resorts to using his original, shitty one. They both fight in their respective super suits and Gwenyth Paltrow saves the day by overloading the Stark Industries main reactor in order to bring down The Dude’s suit. Stark admits that he’s Iron Man in a press conference and Samuel L. Nick Fury approaches him to take part of the Avenger initiative.

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

Our wacky heroes return the skull to the alien council chamber and all hell breaks loose. Cate Blanchett demands to know everything from them, but disintegrates for some reason. The protagonists escape from what turns out to be a spaceship and muse about how the treasure from El Dorado wasn’t gold; it was knowledge. Oh yeah, and then Indy gets married.

Death Proof

Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, LAPDANCE, talk talk, DRIVE, KILL, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, DRIVE, DRIVE, DRIVE, FIGHT, KILL, FREEZE JUMP.

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