And then the clouds opened up and a heavenly choir began to sing. And lo, god said,
"Let there be a Hobgoblins 2."
And I died happy.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0962728/

For the 2 people on the intertubers that actually still use LJ, check this sweet baby out.

http://forums.koalawallop.com/viewtopic.php?t=1719

The concept is amazing. Go around pretending to be a time traveler without actually giving away that you are one. (After all, if you really were one, you can't go announcing it and mucking up space/time.) I'm definitely doing it, but it'd be awesome if I actually had friends anymore who I could do it together with. I already got a couple pairs of awesome Time Traveler goggles. Every respectable time traveler has to have goggles. (In fact, everyone should have goggles. They're just cool.) So I encourage the 2 of you out there in the vast LJ wasteland to do this as well. If you do, make sure to read the stuff at the above link.

http://www.smashbros.com/en_us/characters/samus.html#3rd
Man, I so totally called it. Still, that doesn't make it any less amazing. Samus is teh awesome.

Oh, right. I was gonna post about my court adventure. Well, I'll post the full story tomorrah. I need to gets to sleep now so I can get up fer work.

I made a new gif. Just thought I'd show it off.

Oh, and I had to go to jury duty last week. Don't have time to post now. More on it tomorrow.

Hey-yo dillios! Anyone who is reading this and is available on Friday, June 22 can come on over to my place and have some "fun", if you know what I mean. And for those of you who don't know what I mean by "fun": I mean "come on over and get some free food, talk about the good old days, play some games (video, board, and card) and etc". I really don't have much of anything planned, but if you've been to one of my gatherings before, you know what to expect. I just figured I'd better get a date set down, or it'd never happen.

So who's come home for the summer? We oughta plan a get together to play board games and Wii and eat pizzas. Who can disagree with pizza and Bladerdash?

It's official. The weather is so bad that they closed Easter. It was on the little ticker at the bottom of the news and everything: "Willoughby-Eastlake Schools- closed. Easter: closed." I guess there's too much snow for Jesus to rise. Take that, Jesus.

Also: one of the funniest news stories I've seen in a long time: Families going to see a family film instead get The Hills Have Eyes 2. Classic. http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070407/ap_on_fe_st/movie_mistake_2

just sayin'...

I went and got my Wii. Waited outside Target for 16 hours (Ridiculous. I know.). Proper post about it soon. Pictures included. Does anyone know how to get pictures from a cell phone to a computer?

So I felt like posting. But there isn't anything to post about. Hmmmm.... Let's see. What's going on?

Well how about this?

Today I learned more boring stuff about really really dead people in history.
Also, I watched Chinatown.
She's my sister! She's my daughter!

So I'm desperate to get me a Wii as soon as physically possible. Toys'R'Us is doing preorders tomorrow and tomorrow only. It's not that they're going to stop, it's just that they're going to sell out right away, just like Gamestop. So far, only these two places have done preorders. Now, I may be able to go to TRU tomorrow morning around 9 (they open at 10), but I'm not sure if I should. I called at 8 tonight and the guy said that there were already 8 people camped out front. A couple may be there for the PS3, right? Right? Positive thinking? If I went right now, I could ensure my place, but waiting for 13 hours in 40 degrees, 40 mph winds (making it even colder), driving rain, and periodic hail doesn't sound particularly nice (or healthy). So yeah, I'm not so sure an hour before opening is soon enough. And it weren't, I'd walk away empty handed AND have to go to friggin church. Oh woe is the exceedingly nerdy.

Holy shit. It's snowing. It's sunny, and it's snowing.

Okay so here's what's going on in Stevetopia lately. Last Monday (Labor Day), I was having a pain in my gut, but it didn't bother me too much. I mean, I even went and worked outside (not by choice), so that'll tell you how mild it was. I mention to my mom, "My colon hurts", but that's about it. I figured it was probably my bowels becuase I've have constapation-esque issues before. In the past, I'd get a real sharp crampy pain signifying I hadn't gone for along time (like maybe a day and a half/ two days) and that I'd go soon. But I wasn't sure about this as I'd gone recently. It didn't go away all day and it got worse. So the next day it was still there. It was slightly less painful, but felt more like a pressure, AND it had moved more over from the center to the right side. So at this point it was fairly obvious that it was appendicitis or some different and extreme form of constipation. My mom was only woking a half day, and when she came home she took me to the hospital. We checked in at quater to noon and I didn't get a thourough examination until, like, 3:30/4:00. After the blood tests and CT scan, they gave me some morphine and, my GOD! it was like an army of sleepy pandas lodged themselves in my brain. It was pretty fucking awesome. I woke up after a while and about quarter after five, they came and told me I'd need to have my appendix taken out. Actually, I first heard the news from some medical technician asking the nurse outside my room, "Is this the one with the appendix?", who then, upon confirmation, brought in another blood test vial. So then I just had to wait for my surgeon. At 7:00 it hurt really bad and the bastard still hadn't shown up. It turns out they picked a surgeon who was all the way out in, like, fucking Pittsburg and who has no regard for timeliness. They kept paging him and paging him becuase no one knew where he was, or if he was even in the hospital. They gave me some more morphine and I was kind of hazy until he showed up. He was all, "Well I was just downstairs looking at your CT scan." Yeah, you were looking at it for 2 and half hours to confirm something we all already knew. I fell asleep shortly and then the next thing I knew I woke up after the operation. I stayed the night in the hospital and went home the next day at quarter to noon. Oooooooo.... spooky! exactly 24 hours. oooooo! They did the surgery lapriscopically(?) which means they cut 3 small holes (including one in my belly button, which hurts the fucking most. Why the damn belly button?), blew air in there, and sucked the offendin' appendage out through a straw. Dr. Asshat was supposed to perscribe me some awesome painkiller (I forget the name, it started with a D) but the asshole never called it in. Well, I don't know that. We stopped checking after Wednesday morning (a day after the surgery; when I'd need it most). Asshole. So other than that, nothing much has happened. I'm layed up in the house for a while. I'm missing my classes at Lakeland, which sucks. Not becuase they're good or becuase I like Lakeland. I'm only going there becuase I have to in order to keep my health insurance (lucky) and becuase my parents won't let me go back to RIT in December if I don't prove I can pass these classes. So yeah. That's it.

August 18, 2006.

The day my life changed forever.


The day...



I saw...







Snakes on a Plane.

So yeah, my house got flooded. I took some pictures, but I can't find my camera, So I'll hold off on talking about that until I find the damn thing. Of course, by the time I do, I'll most likely not care and not post about it abyway. My brother has a pretty good account on it.

I really need to organize some form of gathering before everybody goes back to school.

My laptop has been crapping out on me for a while now in various ways, but now it's finally kaput. Don't get me wrong, it still works. I jut don't think using it is worth burning down my house. When it's plugged in, it makes a sorta low hissing buzzing sound and it smells like it's burning. So that's that. And I JUST ordered an external hard drive so I can back up my shit and get the thing repaired. And of course, as soon as I did, it died. So hopefully I can use Jake's cord without burning down the world when my drive comes.

I've been going with Jake and Tom to the movies fairly often. Dollar-rama style. Scary Movie 4 wasn't good an An American Haunting was just terrible. The dollar theater is like our church. We've developed a whole religion around it. Our diety are the theater's mascots, Front Row Joe and his son, Front Row Joesus. There are two places to offer up sacrifices to Joe. The first is the garbage can out front where Joe is picky. if you offer him some empty lame shit, he won't accept it. e.g: I gave him an empty Arby's cup, but he dowsn't like that so I had to put a penny in it. Jake once offered up a tupperware full of moldy 6-month old chistmas cookies. The second is His alter. It's this phantom concession stand in the back of the theater. Here, he'll jake just about anything. Today Jake offered up a pair of balled-up urine-smelling socks that he found near the ticket counter. Good times.

I don't have a lot of time to post, which is just as well as nothing's happened since I last posted aside from getting a job. I'm now a (drumroll please)........
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Library Page!

So back to being a book slave. But now I', at the Willoughby Jills Library, which is alot smaller and easier. So cool for me. Just got my first pay check today. Huzzah for me.

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Not much going on. Except that one thing. Today I have to go get the first of my monthly series of testosterone injections. I really don't want to get these goddamn injections. No can actually FORCE me to get them, as I'm not a minor, but my parents basically threatened to throw me out if I refused. So yeah, I'm being forced to take steroids, possibly for the rest of my life. And it's right in the ass too. A big fat needle right in my ass, releasing a month's supply of testosterone all at once. It's supposed to make me "normal", which really pisses me off. Who's to decide what's normal for any given person? The way I am is normal for me, and my parents are fucking up my shit. And this isn't something trivial like "You have to go to your cousin's wedding!". This is, "You have to take these steroids that will completely and forever change who you are both mentally and physically." Supposed to make me normal? I wanna fucking punch someone in the face. It won't even do what my parents insist it'll do. It's a whole goddamn month's worth of testosterone all at once. Do you have any idea what the hell that's gonna do? I'll be "evened out" for a short time in the middle of the month, but for the last part of the month I'll be bottomed out and the first part of the month I'll be all hopped up and super aggressive. Now, I don't even like the WORD aggressive, and this is going to make me be getting into fist fights every month? Jesus Christ, that pisses me off. It's going to be like having my own personal medically induced PMS. Goddamnit. And my mom is all like, "You'll still be the same on the inside." and shit like that. I don't fucking think so. So I've been being mean to her. For one because I'm pissed off at her as this is her doing. (my dad doesn't know shit about shit when it comes to me.) And for two, becuase she;s going to have to get used to it, as that's what I'll most likely be like from now on. We always get along real well and do stuff together, but that's prolly not gonna last. As I told her: both my brothers were all nice and sweet little boys and loved their mommy, but then they hit puberty and now they don't give her the time of day. So whatever. I wish my parents would consider the idea that just becuase they THINK something is best for me, that doesn't MAKE it best. For example. This whole fucking mess started when I discovered I had an undescended ball. After 17 years of doctors, exams, physicals, and such, it took ME, with no means of comparison, to find that one out. And it's not like I just saw one bad doctor for all that time. I haven't had a regular physician since I was 7. I must have seen 50 different doctors over the years. Fucking doctors fon't know shit about shit. Goddamn. So anyway, when we went to have this situation checked out, the doctor said that the ball was severely underdeveloped up in my body cavity and that it would probably never DO anything becuase of that. The only thing it actually did was put me at a higher risk for cancer. So, the doctor said, if we lowered the thing into the sack, it'd lower the risk. "But," I reasoned, "it serves no purpose now, or ever will in the future. So if this is about lowering cancer risk, why not take the whole goddamn thing out? Instead of lowering the cancer risk from Very High to a slightly lower Very High, it would reduce the risk to, um, ZERO." You can't get testicular cancer in a testicle that isn't there, am I right? But why should anyone have listened to me? I was just the one, oh, HAVING THE OPERATION ON HIS GODDAMN BALLS! And that common sense thing. Who needs that? Lo and behold, it seems no one does, because they went ahead and lowered the ball. We saw the doctor just ONCE more, at the ONE follow up visit 2 weeks later. He said the surgery basically did nothing. It lowered my cancer risk by maybe 2 or 3 percent. And now my parents are all, "How should we have known?" I don't know, maybe by FUCKING LISTENING TO ME! I'm your goddamn son and was the voice of reason at the time! Goddamn. But they didn't care I guess. They still hold out hope that one day I'll actually be able to, or have any desire to sire some children. Fat chance. I don't even bother trying to talk to my dad about anything like that anymore, which is why this whole injection thing is all my mom's doing. The last time I did, we were supposed to be talking about the ball surgery. The conversation went like this (S=Steve, D=Dad),
D:"So what do you think of this surgery?"
S:"I don't want it."
D:"Well it could increase your size down there. Each one of them should be about the size of a silver dollar."
S:"Huh. Well they're not."
D:"Well they could be."
We sit there for about a minute
D:"So do you ever get a.... a..hard-on?"
S:"What? (pause) Um. Yeah, I guess.
D:"Well, like when? When you're looking at girls?"
S:"No, it's pretty much random."
We sit there for another minute or two.
S:"Can I go now?"
I leave.
And that's when I stopped caring about what my dad thinks. Before then I would have done most anything to please him. There's always just such a thick aura of disappointment coming off him that I'd have done most anything. But not after that conversation. I think my parents just hold out hope that some day I'll settle down with and knock up some poor girl. As I said before, fat chance. But I suppose that's why they're forcing this whole ass injection horror on me. Everyone in the history of history has said that puberty is the worst thing in, well, history. Now I've been given the gift that allows me to escape that nightmare, but my parents are forcing it on me now. I like myself just as I am. I finally have some fucking self-confidence now. But I guess my parents couldn't allow that to last. Goddamn. But I'll quit bitching now. In the mean time, crappy internet quiz:

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