Basically This is a developers log for all the games on the sight , I guess you could say this is a Blog , because it will follow that kind of formula. Face it this is a place for me to Bitch and add links and perhaps vent some humor into the world. This will be the most updated section of the page im sure I tend to loose intrust in things as I go, so who knows.

If you are easily offended by anything do not read this it contains foul language, dry humor, cold statements, and a rather disturbing reluctance to respect the feelings of others. You have been warned.

Be warned I do not plan to be big on grammar or spell checking in the log. I can not spell And, I know it, so frankly you will have to deal with my major short coming in this section.

All of this section will be done using TextPad 32. I love this program and if any one needs a general use text editor this is the best , unless of course you have turbo edit, that one is really nice as well, but I'm hooked on this old dog.

As i get older Im starting to like the music Madonna is making as she gets older. Like "ray of light", and "beautiful stranger", and ummmm "that cow boy song" what ever the hell it's called.. Ok so I only like those three but still, out of 20 years in the music industry where in i have hatted all of her songs with a passion I usually reserve only for insects that just stung me in the eye, She has made three songs i like in 2 years. We must be converging in some karmic way. I think I need a shower.

Ok So I worked a bit on the basket ball sim today. I have it sketched out on paper, or at least the core of it. In all honesty the B-ball sim is using the original system for nano~nautica. Like it or not, I have to rehash a bit, in fact the Current Nano~nautica system is actually a rehash of the Sci Fi project.. A game that died in the water a few months back.. This all comes back to writing RPG's and sims. A great sight for that kind of crap is Rondaks Portal Equipped with links and all kinds of good stuff my Web Links section also has some really good stuff in it as far as rpg links go. It's been my hobby for years, so I have acquired a pile of links.

I have to work to day nothing that I expected , it is cool though I have friends at work , and i get another day off latter this week , MY boss did not show up today so i have no idea what Im walking into at the ole job , in fact i hate the place but like the people.. Im trying to get an adnd 3rd edition game cooking with some guys from work, so today is an excellent day go check on schedule changes. You know that is the worst part of getting older, having to schedule every thing like 9 years in advance . It kind of sucks that you can plan some thing in advance and then some ones pet gerbil will croak or they will get said gerbil stuck in the toilet after trying to give the dead lil bastard a Viking funeral, and viola all your plans are smoked. Now your buddy has to stay home and 1 console the former gerbil meister, 2 wait for a plumber, and 3 inter a soggy rodent in the back yard. Al the time they are on the phone with you saying,"You know i hate the way shit like this always happens when we are panning to get together." Umm yeah, no shit. I guess that is just life in the modern era of gerbils and cheap plumbing.

who would have thunk that I would do this blog thing. I have NO clue where the term Blog came from and frankly I hate the term Blog is sounds like a Shit that ocurrs after a night of Miller beer and three bags of Diritos. as in ,"Ohh Dued after last night, Dued, I had the Biggest BLOG ever man ...." BUt to be honest I am kind of enjoying this for now. As stated some where above i have a very short span of intrest on any project so this should die soon enough. So I added this rant area to my 5th game sight. I like this because no one will ever read it ewich is cool by me fuckem, Who would really want to be John Malkovich any way, and that kind of what it is all about looking into some one elses perspective, well In this case Im like a coffee machine with no filter, you get strong coffee but after you drink it you pick the grinds out of your teeth for hours ( In the long run is it worth the trouble to be John Malkovich). By the way if you have a passing intrest in this Blog crap ( wich i do not past my own sight) try BLOOGER It is a sight all about them, and wich lets you make your own (OHHHHOOOoo REAAALY!) and update them from anywhere. To me blooger just sounds like a huge beer/dirito inspired crapwad, that hops acrosses a bussy free way to get back to it's lilly pad.

Speaking of invalids, I mentioned i have to go to work today , did I mention my job makers me feel like an invalid.. well i just did. Mind numbig stuff the world of ganitorial services is. I do things like this just to keep from dying a slow brain death. But I get to carry a sweet set of keys, ( ARGHH there is is the dreaded ganitor brain fart.. never speak of your keys to out siders !!) Can you imagine a whole secret society of ganitors with their order hirearchy based on the size of thier key rings. It would be like the masons used to be all secret and mysterious, I could anounce myslef this way. "I Am Mark adept of the 17 keys, and that one funny plastic toilet papper thingy, wich is not a key, but is kept on my ring, as a key should be." Or at least something like that, immagine special ganitor key shakes ( who wants to shake the ganitors hand). What a world that would be, Naturaly I would hope they all choke on thier key rings, but what the hell. I have noticed one thing , I am the supervising crap cleaner at a hospital, and have been working there for 7 years now in various positions (mostly sitting on my ass) And to this day they will not give me any, Master keys. I am forced to cary a different key for ever door I may have to open on the off chance i Need to go into any given room. This suports my underground society of ganitors bit. Why the hell else would they want to issue a milion keys where one would do the same job , I mean I still have the same access to every thing. I think they think it is more secure this way , however is some one stole my key chain, hell, they could give keys away to 17 of thier evil friends. Not that any one is going to steal my key chain! To a janitor the key ring is like his samari sword, and i would be honor bound to wipe the stuffing out of whom ever would incur such a great insult agains the honor of my department, with a toilet brush. If any one asks i'll just give them the key to where all the other keys are, what ever, then they can be MASTER ganitor with like 300 keys hanging off a 56 pound key chain.

So Im working on the b ball game (got player atributes in) and Im trying to find a die formula that will give me even results , but be a bit simpler to use that the one I had thought up. However the ortiginal seems to yield shooting percentages right where I want them. I just hate having players lob hand-fulls of dice all over the tabel.(Is 5d6 a hand full?) I do not want to do a chart but i may, ohh yess i may. I remember RPG,s went through a big chart phase. Every game had a master chart. Like Marvel super heros, and dc heroes. even adnd had the hit chart all laid out for you . Hmmm, those were the days.

CHARTS = All the math graphed for you right in front of your face very neat and clean. I may have to go to a chart on the ole b-ball game. However I find charts slow thigs down to much for a sports sim. I want fast game play, realy that is my goal with every game that i write , ACTION! I do not want my players falling asleap at the wheal. In fact that is one of my major gripe s about ADND , why does it take an hour to kill 5 orcs! i hate it. I know that combat is going to take some time, but for christ's sake lets get on with it. And if yu are a player and are reading this, GO BUY SOME INDEX CARDS, and write you spell effects on them, at least the ones you use the most. So that we do not have to stop the game every 4 minutes so you can look up what area of effect "web" covers.

I took today off, Im kinda down today , its a blah day

I also feel that there is way to much porno on the internet. Now don't get me wrong Porn does not bother me a bit, but really now. Try to search for ANYTHING on a normal search eingine,( Like Google for example.) I bet with in your first 10 hits you get at least one porn sight. It's ridiculous, the amount of smut out there. I would hate to be a Midget searching the net for a self help group, or a farmer trying to buy a hoe on line. It's like the "Adult entertainment industry" is the only e comerce that can actualy work on the internet. Talk about business plans and advertising! The trash peddlers have it all down pat. How long can the actual straight up e comerce vendors and service providers ignore the obvious sucess of thier dirrty lil internet neighbors? E-comerse for the future will be like,"come into E****.com we have, Crazy wet naked midget school girls! and stocks or bonds! even buy a new washing machine!"

I think I will start my own e comerce web sight:
WWW.WakeUpPullYourHead/outOfYourAssTakeABreath/AndRealizeThatEverythingStillSmellsLike/shit.Com
I think it will sell childrens clothing and inported beer, I will need about a mill to start up. Some lil 17 year old hippy bastards from an art school, to build me a web page at about 70 bucks and hour. And a staff of "order techs" ( about 20 bucks and hour) to make sure all the orders are filled. "Ok Chuck, ship one set of lil'bouncers cover up jummpers in blue flannel, and a case of Amstel golden to 154 Iowa avenue Iowa."
Naturaly I will have to have porno on the sight, to increase trafic, but you know that up and coming early 20's generation, they love that crap, and they all have kids ( have had em sence they were 17 for cripes sake) , and naturaly they all drink beer , IMPORTED BEER! ohh yeah I ll be rich in a week.
Then I will invest all my earnings in a friends ghost companys stock while its still low, sell High as my friend inflates the value of this fake company with other money he is laundering , Umm I mean investing , and sell out in a year reapin all the profits and dummping the cash into some off shore acounts under the name Freddie Prinz. Finaly I will let, WUPYHOOYATABARESSLS (as my e-commerce sight will be known on Nasdaq) crash and burn from bad management practices and over spending. "Sorry Chuck, nothing to ship today in fact, we have to let you go. You know moneys drying up, slow economy, fast competition, resessions, infaltion, back log, server back up, labor costs in china up to 3 cent an hour, Nafta, technophobia, all that, You know how it is. But here have this bottle of Crystal as a severance." I will declare bankruptcy (To avoid that annoying Tax thingy) and move to Tahiti. Ahh yess what a plan, to bad it has be done so many times before.

Umm.. Im working on the arena on line simulator , I think this may be a mistake but Im going to post it again. As it turns out I have to re write the into page lovly that is. This should take a few days.

My favoriet rap artist is Grand Pubah I would give you a link but he has not dropped in so long I cant really find any .

My all time fav band / rap group is theBeastie Boy's (spinning now actualy, "ILL Comunication" (rage is over)) I actualy heard them prank call a NYC radio show a few years ago (a call in show on ABC radio AM.) Im not sure wich show it was, (Some older guy who did controversial political talk-radio, who eventualy got fired from the station, for making inflamitory statements.) I heard the call right before ILL Comunication came out,it was some guy just ranting about the "ILL Comunication project that would unite the city.." It was hillarious, then the host hung up on him.. Much respect for that one.
The samppling, layering, and tone on this album are simply amazing, the studio time involved must have been stagering.The rhymes are very tight on this album, kinda like intergalactic tight with out all the techno. They go into the funk on this album a bit, and play their own instrumnets for many of tracks, you have gota love it. To me any Rap group that hits you with a instrumental featuring a stand up bass is good to my ears. I suggest this album to every one. . . . Pluss This album has "Sabatoage". Not bad for a Punk band Outa NYC with a chick drummer :)

speaking of stand up bass! the Jazz King of Bass, and a bunch of other things (including insanity and perhaps sexual stamina if you read his auto-biography) Was C.Mingus! If you have a psssing intrest in Bass or Jazz look into Mingus a genius and an innovator of both the Bass and of Jazz composition. HE Da Man.

My adnd 3rd eddition game is today. This ist the first time I will run 3rdE it should be a trip, 2 players and I. One brand new player who has never played a rpg at all. It should be a good time. I'm planning a very simple first level adventure that could leed into more if the players want. I do nto have the game written down, I never do. I hate writing out my adventures, plot points are good enough. You have to be flexible as a dm. I may or may not put some stuff up on this sight about the adventure, If i have time to add another (ANOTHER!) section.

I saw pictures of a person dying yesterday at work. You see I work in a hospital and after you work in a hospital for a while, you see thigs other folks never do. Now I have no idea who this person was. I do know that the person died do to intrercranial bleding that caused preasure in the skull that basicly slowly pushed the persons brain out of the "Fornum-Magnum" hole in the bottom of the persons skull.(I say 'The person" Because I have no idea if it was a he or a she.) I saw the pictures. Now I only saw the CT films because I was cleaning the room they were in , and it was very obvious what was happening in the pictureds just by glancing. Any Moron with 9th grade Biology could see the human being in these pictures was in real trouble. So there it is I'm cleaning a stupid film room and glance over at the wall, and suddelnly realize why there are upset people all over the place out side the E/R. It's very cold the way it all get broken down like this, blood = presure = brain damage = death, go clean the room. People think I hate my job beacuse I have to clean , and deal with garbage all day, they're wrong.

One good thing about working in ahospital is the amazing number of very strange people I get to meet in a given day. By far the strangest group of people I have meet are the frequent flyers. These are folks, not elderly folks mind you, who are just always in the hospital. Mostly these are from the farther reaches of woded cnetral NY. These are the people who wreck their ATV's on a wensday and break a leg, then come back on friday because they got in a Drunk driving accident , then come back next monday for an uperrespitory infection, all the time wearing the same sweat pants ACDC T-shirt. They never come along mind you , at least 2 friends, a mother and 3 cousins are madatory for the trip to the hospital. I guess its like the Furries in the "Clash of Titans", only rather than sharing an eye these people are passing the tooth around.

Then there are the BARD students, I love bard students. By way of a story, At work I have a small grey cart,(About 3 feet wide, five feet long and four feet tall) that I haul massive amounts of trash out of the building in every night. Now I stack that little bitch to the ceiling, garbage bags EVERY WHERE. One night I was dragging the cart with about 5 times its actual capasity stuffed into and on top of it down the hall, and this goony ass bard student (Yes I can tell by looking) Stopped to take a photo of the overstuffed trash cart. He asked,"Hey can you stand in front of it while I take a picture?" My natural reaction was,"Umm no, just take your picture and go back to the Er waiting room." as I walked away I heard him call me an asshole to his Molly Ringwald on PCP looking Girlthing. I let that slide beacuse really the opinion of some nipple piercing, dread wearing, baloney smoker, from the local art colage is really not high on my list of things to change. But I digress. My point is, what the F did this kid think , I was going to stand there for his camera so he can go back and show his frieds the "Ganitor" picture? So I could play into his idea of the "Local yokal," standing there with a goofy grin and my arm around 200 pounds of trash ( Not un-like hugging some bard chicks.) I know for a fact a section of The bard student body thinks of the locals as a bunch of in-bread hill people, honestly you have to really look to find whats left of that population. (unless you hang out in the emergency room at around 10:30 on saturday night, then they come to you , and sit in the waiting room, next to the bard kids trying to scam pain meds.) I was insulted, I'm not gona play clown for some wanabee artist. I only play clown for my friends. Then to call me an asshole when I basicly ruined his game, just solidified my opinions. Heres my beef, I'm jelious of those over bearing crack children who go to that school. I would love an education like the one they have the chance to get. I'm not a great artist only a fair one, but i bet I could make more out of my time in that place than half those lil bastards. Bard is a really good art school suposidly. However rather than concentrating on what they should be doing wich is learning, they end up in our towns, (OUR TOWNS) treating the local people like backward barn sweepers, to be made the brunt of their elitist jokes. Oh and naturaly the towns cater to them, Tivoli is basicly built for them, five bars in two blocks? WTF? With that said not all bard students are bad, however the good ones stay on campus and work, we see all the rest. If you want more insight into these wonderfull folks go to their Student web page directory! Some of the pages are actualy quite nice. Unlike this page which is nasty.

I'm suposed to wrestle today. Yep I wrestle, or have wrestled ; I do it less and less any more. You can feel the pain at The DICW home page. I will tell you that stuff hurts for real, no joke.

I am the worst wrestler in the world. I have no strength and little agility. I used to have endurance But I think I waste that on putting up with people wo hate me all day, by the time I get in the ring I'm already tired. I am the wrester who does no moves,(Read this line as: to weak to lift any one and to clumbsy to jump off the top ropes.) I do nothing but arm locks, very soft arm locks. every now and then I'll do a "snap suplex" wich is the retarded child of the suplex faimly. The funny thing is when I'm wrestling Im usualy thinking abbout other things.."Hmm I wonder if we have a waffles at home?,"WHAM "Ohh I just got kicked in the head." Perhaps this is why I'm so bad , I honestly don't care that much about how I look in the ring. I figure if I do not get hurt, and the other guy does not get hurt, it's a good match. So what if all I did the whole match was a ddt, 36 elbow drops, and 15 soft leg holds.(Yeah and a snap suplex! Can't forget that.) So it comes to this, I loose alot and I do not mind I deserve to really, and when I win usualy some one else runs in - cheats and gives me the win. The run in thing is beacause some of the other wrestlers (weather they admit it or not) do not like the idea of loosing to the man with four moves. In the long run I know they realize the reason i do not do any-thing in the ring is so I don't accidently get caried away and break thier necks.

We have all kicked around the hypothetical question,"If A wwf scout saw us and asked you to try out would you ?" We all know that the whole idea of a wwf scout (Is there such a thing?) seeing the dicw and giving a shit, is about as likely as one of us being abducted by aliens, and the aliens all looking like Joey Laurance. The answer to the scout question is usualy a resounding, "Err yeah you dip shit, I would try out." There-in lies the difference. I would tell the scout to go talk to one of the other guys, I have no intrest in doing that for a living. Lets spend 300 days a year on the road, beat the crap out of your self every night or 2, work out the rest of the time, if yo are VERY lucky get Jackked or heat with some crappy gimmick like " Clink, the ganitor man of 1000 keys". Once you are on Jackked or Heat, you will have to loose to guys like Billy Gun, and the Rock (who have less moves than I do.) If you want to get on RAW ot Samck Down you have basicly sell your soul to the company and put in 5 years of loosing to guys like I mentioned before. Alternately you could sleep your way to the top ,however the wrestling industry is mostly dominated by men (err cough, cough) you see where I'm going with that one. Out of a company with about 80 wresters on the roster, and a farm system, there are a total of 6 main eventers, and about 10 middle carders not much room at the top. (Good Luck Clink!) So you make your minimum contract wage, what ever that is. Pay for your own health insurance, and have really bad knees by th age of 50, and not be able to walk right at all by 60. Sounds like a great life to me. There are always groupies, but I'm married so that is out of the question. The scout can go talk to Demented.

Happy Moday. I wrestled yesterday, no injurys to report, as predicted I lost. Im not good with coin flips. I something that is a pure 50% chance, how can I loose 7 times in a row? My match was terible I did not feel at all athletic yesterday, I should apoligize to Adam,(My opponent) for the bad performance. That may have been my last match I think every one could tell I was not into it.

Today i get to go do the laundry !!Yeee haw!! You see we do not have a washer in our apartment, So I pack up about 3000 pounds of dirty clothing, and trek to the ole laundry mat for a good time at the washing rock. Laundrymats are there own little societys , with regulars , and old timers, and a code of ediquite all its own." Hey Thats my Basket yer pulli'n there, ya mind leavi'n it next to the dryer with de bingo troll on top?" Or the latino guys who work all night in local diners, then come in first thing in the morning to do thier wash. Always a group of four with a bag of laundry they toss it in the washh and nod off in turns in the corner of the room. I think it's the only sleep they get all week. When i go to the laundrymat , I almost always incounter a mother of about 5 kids, who has 17 baskets full of clothing. She brings all her brood with her to do the wash, and they run around the place like 5 little tornados. The best part is when she finaly has enough of the chaos and starts yelling at the kids. "Jerome if you don't stop throwing oxyclean at your sister I'm gona feed that shit to you !" I always wonder where dad is, at work in "drek city" I supose. I bet he would just go totaly insane if he had to fold 75 thousand socks (None of wich match) and manage the 5 fruit 'o' his loins. By the end of the day I actualy want to see Jerome eat oxyclean. Not as a punishment realy, just to see what that would do to a person. Call it morbit curiosity. I mean if it cleans ANYTHING like they says it does, eating it can not be good for the human condition. I picture the kid ending up with a perfectly white toung, although I'm sure the actual result would be much worse than just a set of pale lips. Naturaly the mother of five always has one little girl who is helping with every thing. She barks order at the girl like , "Put the whites in number 23 , and add a softner sheet. No not that one, you wana eat that thing missy !" I often wonder if Missy is just a euphemism or is it really the kids name. Naturaly this enterprising 11 year old does not want to eat dryer sheets. What she does want is to be on ma's good side at this pivitol high stress moment. This in turn alows her to Yell at her brothers wantonly and in the harshest terms, with out fear of repercusions. "Mom! Missy called me a bastard son of the mail man, then hit me in the face with the Sam's choice fabrick softner bottle!" "Shut up Jerome Before I whoop your tail! Mom's bussy! Missy put those socks in the pink basket! Not the blue one" The laundry mat is faimly politics at it's best. High stress, enclosed space, a crock pot full of all that makes America great.

Now I have wondered if there were superheroes where would they do thier laundry? Take the green lantern for example , he could just whip up his own washer dryer with the ring. However he would still need to go some place to clean those darn yellow socks. Or any piss stains he may have to deal with ("Yo lantern, always shake twice man" "Shut up Robin, why are you look'n anyway?"). Or Superman for example, his pad is in the arctic. you can not use a washer in sub freezing climes. What does he do (?) load it up and sit there with his heat vision on so nothing frezzes? (I doubt it.) The man of steel has better things to do, casseroles to keep up on, window shams to hang, toster cozzies to knit. Lex Luthor has a huge washer and dryer, Bizaro always uses it to do his comforters. Every thing Wonder woman owns is dry cleaning, her only problem is getting it to the dry cleaner in the invisible jet with out the Green goblin making thong jokes as she flys by. Bat man has a 32 step laundry machine in the bat cave that washes, drys, presses, folds, drycleans, disinfects, filters, and steams. All the while the thing is covered in blinking lights and computer read outs. Other super heroes would come over to have thier suits done, but the damb thing takes like 32 hours to compleate a cycle, So alfred just takes all the stuff to the laundry mat any way. (Picture if you will 3 bat Suits floping round in the wash cycle at your local laudry mat. SWISH ....SQUEEEK....SWISH...SQUEEEEK!) The Human torch just burns all his clothing off, except those asbestoes underroos he wears. The underroos he never cleans, or else he would be naked (No nudity for Stann Lee Damb it! NONE I tell ya!). Nasty, no wonder the disappearing girl and bat girl never give him any play. ANT man just shrinks while wearing all his dirty suits, takes them off, grows, and washes his stuff in a cocktail shaker. Then he blow drys the stuff. Now that is why Ant man always has that shit eating grin on his face when he serves cocktails at his Justice Leauge house partys.

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I did the wash yesterday, I got to deal with the ever wonderfull population of the local Laundrymat. the most inpressive person i got to meet this time was "Overagressive Man" or OAM for this document. OAM was a nice guy i bet, before the war. He was wearing a camo vest, work boots, and loose fit jeans. He had very beedy almost rodent like eyes and a square jaw, short croped yellow red hair curled up on his head. OAM hates laundry. OAM pushes those laundry bins around like they just insulted his dear ol' mum. He must have crashed his cart into the wall six or seven times, violently. When it was time to dry his stuff OAM crammed about 3 loads of wash into one dryer, pooped in 4 quaters, slammed the door and the stood in front of the dryer quickly pacing back and forth in-front of it, staring directly at the spinning socks n' jammies. As he paced off his 4 foot guard patroll in his own personal Makon laundry delta, OAM sucked air through his clenched teeth creating a strange "wet sucking whissle " noise. Naturaly OAM used the dryer right next to my group of five spinning hot air machines. No way could he pick a dryer down the empty line of dryers, no sir, OAM hated that dryier in paticular. After a while OAM took out his laundry and started to fold.. now by this time i was folding also and we could hear SNL playing on the tv next to us. It was an old skit where the SNL cast was playing a bunch of chicks at a lezbian poetry reading. (Not the best SNL skit for sure, it was from the "lost years" of Satuday night live.) As the skit wore on, OAM turned to me and said," Hehe, Lezbians." Then turned back to his camo tube socks and v neck outer / undershirts. Those are the only words OAM spoke all day. When he was finaly done folding he crammed every thing back into his gunny sack ( why fold at all then ?) and litteraly stormed out for the laundrymat, sucking air through his clenched jaw. As he left OAM even kicked a wash cart out of his way, just for good measure. I assure the laundrymat will not kill the Rooster.

This is my day off and I should be hacking around on Nano nautica but I'm not. I cleaned instead. Cleaning is a constant around here. It's like stuffing 7 pounds of crap in a 4 pound bag. We just have to much stuff.

My wife and I went to a friends house last night for a while, we ate wings, and venison and I drank a bit to much. Now this friend lives out past Marble Town, out past Olive, Past Stone Ridge. Kind of in th e corner of Ulster county in the hills. It's the kind of place where you could hump a Pine tree in the front yard, and no one would see you. If some one did see you they would not care, they just got done humping an oak. I drove up; on the way my wife yelled at me because I almost hit a chicken that was walking acrossed the road. (Why did the chicken cross the road? To Have my front bumper cleave off his feathered little head, get cooked on my cadalitic converter, then processed in my rear wheal well, obviously.) So after driving for half an hour up into the foot hills, and dodging livestock. Having a party at this friends house was quite fun. The best part of living in the rural areas is that you can play your music as loud as you want at 11:00 at night ant no one says a word. Well back to me drinking to much. I was not terribly drunk last night, just a bit touched with the irish spirit. My problem comes from the fact i drank the house beer, wich is Budweiser. I am not complaining, it is not bad beer really, and if some one is handing me a beer and not asking for 4 bucks then I do not ask about the brand. I unwisely drank like 5 of them (And 3 boiler-makers made with, you guessed right, Bud), and Budweiser ALWAYS gives me a pounding head ache, it never fails. By the time Nichole drove home my head felt like some one was punching me in the face every time my heart beat. I took 2 asprin and am not going to call any one all day. For me drinking bud is like getting the hang over with out getting drunk. Now consider this: I drank beer, ate fried chicken wings, (wich, Might I add, were delicious), about a half pound of spicy cooked Venison,(also very very good) and some crackers wiyth Halapino Jack cheese. Now In the cold ligth of day - I fear my own body. When ever my stomach gurgles it is like a precursor shock to and unavoidible earth quake. Eventualy all of that will have to come out of me, and it will not be pretty. I think this is a sign of getting older, your matabolism changes. I once drank that red hot sauce on a dare and it did not kill me. Now after one party I'm afraid of the reaction my own GI tract is going to give me. On top of that i feel like some one tied a safe to my back and wants me to operate all day with it up there. Damb I'm worn out this morning and My gut is killing me! I think my body is using all of its energy to digest the hodgepodge of food I ate last night and turn it into what ever form of Colon Magma it can. Trust me i will not keep you posted on this one, just pray every thing works out all right.

Last night one of the guys was talking about making aHawaiian Roast pit to Cook a pig in. In this operation you actualy dig a pit , make a fire in said pit, toss rocks on the fire when it is still very hot, and then let the fire burn to coals. Now here is the sticking point for me. Once the fire is down you season your pig, and wrap it in Banana leaves. Where in the blue hell are you going to find enough banana leaves to wrap a whole hog in? I know you can buy them, but that many? In Hawaii there are probly Bananna leaves every where you look, but Ulster county is decidedly sub-tropical, and our pigs are huge. In my altered state last night the idea of this huge animal wrapt in 36 thoussand banana leaves, getting lowered into a flaming pit caught me as hillarious. I'm sure that if they do the pig roast the pig will be excelent, (If the wings were any indication, the man can cook his ass off.) I am really looking forward to it, but tpo be honest I will have to turn my head as they lower the poor sucker in to the ground.

I finaly played Adnd 3rd eddition on saturday. I had a good time, the adventure was weak, but hell it was my first time running 3rdE. I do not have the monster manual yet so I was limmited to things i know really well , like orcs and gobblins.ADND 3rd runs realy smoothly and was perfect to introduce a new player to Rpg's. The new player is J, and this was the very first time he has ever tried and rpg, So I let him fight, role play ect as much as I could. I sort of let his see all sides of the game. the other player was Tremp , he has been doing rpg's for over 20 years so he was perfect for showing a newbie the ropes. J caught on really quickly and I think he wil make a very good palyer as long as he keeps enjoying himself, For those who do not know RPG's are not for every one, and if you lack a certain imagination (and or lack of touch with reality) you will never enjoy a RPG fully. Whenever some one tells me they don't like rpg games i do not get angry because I know for a fact it is not for every one. It is the one person in fifty who like it so much they buy the books , thats who I look for :) I'm hopeing to continue the game, although I do not have a story arc in my mind yet i set up a nice ground work for a game of any length. I just down-loaded the net book of feats i love net books, any time players can compile new free material I'm there i love that whole comunity idea.

well here I am again wee haa!
I was watching the news and learaned all about Operation Anaconda (starring ice cube). Why do we have to name millitary operations such silly things? Operation desert storm, desert Shield, anaconda , falcon, Operation Chow chow the fluffy dog... etc. It is all very strange to me. Why not just call it as it is .. Operation "bomb the shit out of the mountains." We are blowing up cave entrances in an effor to "Nuetralize the threat of enemy posions and lesson the tactical advantage of said possitions" In other words if they shoot from a cave we blow the crap out of it. Simple tactics but effective Im sure, i can hear the radio chatter.

I can hear my neighbors CB radio in every speaker in my house. It makes me wonder what kind of base station he has , and if you could cook a whole turkey on top of the fucking thing. I can only hear his side of converstaions , but from what I gather he talks about Nothing and says the word "over" alot.. I need a Cb name , I have heard a few so far that are great , I think I would call my self "Cracker" or alternately "Moist Clown".. and tell every one that I'm running a big rig from Mexico city to Sasquachuan with a load of prep cooks and cabage.

You may have noticed I thinned the page today , I lost the projects that I realized I would never get to doing, such as "exploding heads", "The Fighting game", and "Alerian Online arena". Those things are all good ideas that I have no time to implement, let me finish some other shit first. Like Nano~Nautica for example, wich has slid to an utter hault (hey Fred, Where's that input man?) I'm still not sure about the small robot idea.. I like it in a way , and it would be cool to push along my worlds story line, however I do not like games that push a story on the players (KORG anyone?) Now i am writing a game that does just that, and on top of that, the story is basicly an excuse for the concept. (I am not a good enough writer for that).. Plus Big robots = BIG explosions, and we all love big explosions.

So I did not go to the DMV on 3/8/02, In fact Steve-O showed up at my house, mummbled something arcane about not doing the DMV today, and we proceded to plop down and play Grand theft Auto 3 for a while. I like GTA3 but I really ononly play it with Steve now, he makes it come alive. For some odd reason he has a hard time running over a person once, he has a habbit of backing over them a few times. On top of that his car chases are beeter than mine , usulay involving a five star wanted rating, and a stolen Army truck. Some how he gets that stupid army truck to go fast enough to knock a cop car up into the air and about 70 feet down the road, normaly inot other cars or a small crowd of inocents, it is to be honest a thing of beauty. If you have not played GTA3 You owe it to your self to do so , but be warrned the missions in the game are frustrating, and in my never hummble opinion the stupid missions out weigh the cool ones by about 3 to 1. However all things aside the ability to go any where, do any thing, the atention to detail, the humor (Chatter BOX babby, you go Laslo!), and the overall playability make it a great game.
I give it four out of five lil' starfish ****
So then My wife got home and we proceded to embark on a going away thingy for steve, This involved a trip to the local liquer mechant, McDonalds, and Block Buster video.. We bought some drinks mostly coconut Bacardi to mix with plain ole coke, Some Burgers, 2 movies Scar face fror my wife and "Ghosts of Mars" that Steve picked out. Also we rented "Burnout" the PS2 game (more on that latter). Let me tell you, I can not drink enough Bicardi and coke, to make Ghosts of Mars even remotely entertaining. I would die of alcohol poisoning first. It stars some chick, the blonde from "Species" and Ice cube. Yes Ice Cube from N.W.A I guess the A now stands for (Acting-classes). The story has no place in this log because the moveie has no story to speak of. I think the tone was set when the primary players were walking around mars with no protective gear on.. Larry Nivin this was not. The alien ghosts would poses people by taking on the shape of a hot chili fart and drifting along in the wind untill they could enter the hosts ear. (Wait it gets better) Only our heroin (The species chick) had the will power to resist them, and hence let us into the lizardy tribal history of mars through a vision she had.. yada yada..If you think it sounds stupid you should watch it. The fact is that I did not care nor understand any of the characters, nor did I give a shit about the alien ghosts. In fact when the characters died I did not even notice they were gone. This move was just a stinker, and worse a unertertaining stinker. Basicly, a steaming pile of horse shit on a cold winter morning is more fun to watch.
Out of a possible five I give it one lonely emmbarased Lil'starfish *

Now about the game Burn out for the PS2,. do not play this game if you like racing games, It is poor. The game is flawed in the fact that alought the graphics and the much vaunted crashes are very nice, the presentation fricks up the racing experiance. The game gives you a slo mo of every crash scrape or bump , it ruins the rythm of the race. You can have no tence racing moments when you are constantly stoped to watch your mistakes 2 times over. I played the game for around an hour and just did not enjoy it much past the first race. To add to the problems the cars are very generic.. aka , luxury sedan, sportscar, truck, micromachine penny racer 3 door, and Muscle car. All have properties in the game, none of those properties meen any thing. i guess you can open up other cars by wining face off chalenges, but who cares. Ohh yeah you can not ajust a damb thing on your car and you will never be abel to , you can change the color.. yippee. As for the driving phisics i know nothing, Im not that into driving. i will say this my friend Tony, who loves driving games, told me he rented Burn out played 1/2 lap and turned it off never to play again. Tony is a guy who has GT.A,spec 90% done and has beat Tokyo extreem and ridge racer, so he has a wide taste in the area of driving games. Any how this game is not the Anus of PS2 racers, but I think it is stuck in the large intestine some place.A good idea gone bad. It leaves me scratching my head and wondering if the developers play the games before they market them or if they just ship em out and hope for the best. Excerpt from a Sony PS2 marketing meeting. "Those Kids will buy any thing ! We could record farts on a DVD and call it , (Pararpa CheakSlappa rappa -3- B.spec/golden eddition/ BUILD 5.15A) and sell a million copies , 2 million in Japan!"
I give Burn out a big ole 2 out of 5 Lil'Starfish **

For all you liver watchers out there I did not get drunk on friday night I had 2 drinks, more to celebrate the fact that Steve was there and to say "salute" to him, than to inebreate myself. We had a good time.
)On saturday steve and I played GTA3 some more from the morning till 2 then i had to go to work .. BLAAAAAAGRGAAGAGA. So I shook Steve-o's hand and told him to make the most of his Stint in the Army. I wish him the very best and hope he is doing the right thing.. I have my doubts, but I support his decesion.
So now Im at work and it is a weekend. I love work. never mind that ..

after my work time, my wife tells me I should go with 2 friends Tony and Heather to Tivoli, Because I was invited. I went because Nichole wanted me to go out and have a good time, So off I went..Noow let me tell you about Tivoli, 11 years ago Tivoli was a nowhere town with 2 bars and a problem controlling the youth element. Now after a new mayor, (who, god love him, is a friend of mine) a revitalization plan, and alot of work on main street; Tivoli is a nowhere COLEGE town with 5 bars in a 3 block radius, Munisipal parking for all the bar hoppers, and a bigger problem controling the youth population.. Ohh yeah and an ass kicking arts center out side of town. Basicly the Bard students run Tivoli at night. All the bars cater to them and thats how it goes, the bars make money, the bars pay taxes, all in all its a working aragement. What they honestly need is to knock down a bar, and put in a Mobil station. So we went to the Mexican resturaunt bar known as ( Insert name here its phamous but I can never remember it) Where the loud party girls hang out. I hate loud party girls, "Look at me I had 3 drinks and Im going to get all goofy and sloopy so I can have an excuse for letting some guy I dont know take me home and hump me, and then i can say i regrett it the next morning, and come out on Friday and do it all over again , heheheheh." So the loud party girls in the corner were doing there loud party girl thing.. the only remotely entertaining thing that happened was that teh loudedest party girl (The ALPHA HO) was swinging her anorexic arms about ans stuck her lit cigaret right in the eye of the bartender. SPARKS flew and the bartender was dummping ice watter in his eye from a paper cup. She walked over and gave him a drunk girl hug and giggled, so he did not have her sloppy drunk ass tossed out. Naturaly I almost killed myself trying not to laugh, it was funny. I had a beer A Hineken the beer that is good, untill you hit the last 4 ounces then it taste like a babbons arse. Then we moved on to a new bar called "The Black Swan" This place was DARK, they need some light in there,. It took me 3 minutes to realize there was a dj in the back . I named him DJ squinty because I have no idea how the hell he could see what he was doing. Who ever he was he was prety good at the ole 1 and 2 doing his ambient, techno, thingy. Except when he changed albums in the dark, then he made the records jump. The Black Swan is not my crowd. It is the Artsy I go to bard or want to, Poetry reading, Quasi-intelectual crowd. When will these people learn that you will pick up more talking to a drunk red neck than you will a drunk colege student. Red necks at least have opinions they are willing to defend vehemently. No my readers the new revolutionary, free thinkers are not arguing comunism, socializm, and the rise of the industrial military complex. Nope they are talking bad poetry, art, and fasion while getting drunk and dropping E, at the Black Swan in Tivoli. Speaking of free thinkers, why is it that all these counter culture heroes look alike? I mean all the girls were wearing tank tops, genes,( insert skirt for some) and black heeled boots, and all the guys wore genes or cords, with a sweter and loafer/ hiking boots. This my frined is the Cookie cutter cultural revolution. Every one I saw in my sorry ass opinion, in the black swan looked talked thought and acted the same. People who did not fit the mold sat at the bar and waited for thier friends to come in , so they could form a little enclave of familar faces in the dark some place by DJ Squinty on the wheales of steel.For the record i counted six seperate Nokia cell phones also , this o guess is another part of the revolutions uniform. The best part is watching these people trying to talk on a cell phone while my man Squinty has his Pa turrned up to about 7 gagillion watts. I drank a coke, when i orderd the coke Miss barwench said, "Coke and What?" My answer was "Ice". The Fucking idiot.
One thing I will say , the place was dead , no dancing at all, just plotting to overthrow the Gap at all the wall side tabels, untill DJ Squinty spun work of Genius. Ohh yess Squints got the whole place jummpin, or at least 30 folks, with the one song that could not be stopped. Billy Gene by Michale Jackson. It's good to see that after 20 Years teh King of Pop can still get the party started.
He probbly pulled it out of his bin by accident, it being pitch black in his corner, but you know KARMA has a way bringing the good to the top. After about an hourt of something that is a cross between The Chemical brothers and Brian Eno, that ole M.J baseline sure sounded sweet to the ears.
I went home at 1 oclock , and drove in a shity wind / rain storm , my power went out yada yada .. all was well

So now its sunday, Im sleepy. I get up and go to work I really did very little around the house. I get to work and start in doing the weekend bathrooms and such, loving every minute of it. Sunday was a very slow day for me. MY frineds had a going away party for My man Steve, but I had to miss it, that suck wad, my wife went I guess she cried. She did not want to talk about it much .. I will miss steve but he can take care of himself, off he goes when he comes back he will more than likely kill me with a pen cap just out of principle. At work one of my co workers told me ther is no such thing as a degradeing job, (as I picked up their trash.) She is right there is no any such thing as a degrading job, just really stupid jobs that should be reserved for really stupid folks. MY friend Jason told me I had not updated the log, Thank god some one is reading the fucking thing (ghasp). If you are reading this please tell others to read it, Why? because i hate them and I want them to hate me, so i can hate them more ... It is just easier to hate, that way you never have to do favors.

Now it's monday and I have to work again, and I am in the dog house because I forgot artificial sweetner for my wife.. AHHH the glory of it all / Well I am out untill I type again ..