recently my friend Jerry posted this little blurb on his gaming blog about the AWESOMENESS of the graphics in a titled called Okami.
I however, have found something that actually blows Okami out of the water and onto the moon, its this link here. A little game called 2 Days to Vegas.
Those are supposedly PS3 graphics, and oh. my. god. are those ever the sexiest assembly of pixels I ever laid eyes on.
There's got to be a catch, no way could that be actual in-game graphics. There would be rioting in the streets! Grannies would have to arm themselves to the false teeth to stave off the hordes of psychopathic males in the 17-26 demographic.
And the angels will come from the sky with big ass trumpets, singing the praises of the dev team.
Its gonna happen.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
skinny dipping in razorblades
So we took our little field trip to Grant MacEwan today, and hoo boy was that ever a gas. After all was said and done, the general consensus decreed that it was a complete waste of time, and it was an accurate enough observation. I mean shit, we drive 20 minutes on the yellow school bus, feeling like retarded schoolchildren just to look at a bunch of pipes in the mechanical room. PIPES. Damn. Its not like we couldn't see pipes at our own campus, noooo, we had to go look at these specific pipes which were done in PVC, which ironically, is not part of the job I do for a living, which ironically means that the time spent there could have been spent at home playing with my cock (ironically a pipe in of itself).
PVC pipes. Pbbt. I guess the teachers anticipated record numbers of us in attendance which is why they FORBADE the use of vehicles to get there, instead herding us onto the aforementioned yellow school bus. Then in order to sweeten our torture, they implored the class to be on their best behavior as there is a rampant number of uber-hotties roaming the hallways. This intrigued me to a point where I didn't openly complain out loud, but upon arrival, we were dropped off in front of this entrance that says "MECHANICAL ROOM". Yes, so we didn't even directly enter the campus to ogle said "hotties" nooo.. my palms were sweating in anticipation as we reached the dark recesses of the mechanical room hoping that at any moment a hot broad will jump out from behind a boiler and say "hey boys.. so.. you guys like big pipes huh?" and then she'd start licking this one pipe all sensuously. Mmmm.. but no. We didn't even get to see Freddy Krueger in the boiler room, all we had was each other. *wraps arms around self*
About three people in all managed to somehow sneak out during the dog and pony show, but they were marked as "absent" on the sheets. Which I doubt actually affects anything, as being absent from this field trip doesn't have any bearing on your marks. Ooooohhh I'm absent, I'm going to fail this course! OH NOES!
Well that was that and this is this. I also hit the chiropractor today, its hard to believe that it costs 17$ (from my pocket, and the rest from health insurance) to do something that takes less than three minutes. I can imagine my chiropractor right now at his mansion on the hills drinking from a bottle of '81 Don Quixote that I helped pay for. That fat bastard.
PVC pipes. Pbbt. I guess the teachers anticipated record numbers of us in attendance which is why they FORBADE the use of vehicles to get there, instead herding us onto the aforementioned yellow school bus. Then in order to sweeten our torture, they implored the class to be on their best behavior as there is a rampant number of uber-hotties roaming the hallways. This intrigued me to a point where I didn't openly complain out loud, but upon arrival, we were dropped off in front of this entrance that says "MECHANICAL ROOM". Yes, so we didn't even directly enter the campus to ogle said "hotties" nooo.. my palms were sweating in anticipation as we reached the dark recesses of the mechanical room hoping that at any moment a hot broad will jump out from behind a boiler and say "hey boys.. so.. you guys like big pipes huh?" and then she'd start licking this one pipe all sensuously. Mmmm.. but no. We didn't even get to see Freddy Krueger in the boiler room, all we had was each other. *wraps arms around self*
About three people in all managed to somehow sneak out during the dog and pony show, but they were marked as "absent" on the sheets. Which I doubt actually affects anything, as being absent from this field trip doesn't have any bearing on your marks. Ooooohhh I'm absent, I'm going to fail this course! OH NOES!
Well that was that and this is this. I also hit the chiropractor today, its hard to believe that it costs 17$ (from my pocket, and the rest from health insurance) to do something that takes less than three minutes. I can imagine my chiropractor right now at his mansion on the hills drinking from a bottle of '81 Don Quixote that I helped pay for. That fat bastard.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
my brain is turning to mush
So, I'm into the third day of school this week, about halfway through the entire course and I've realized a number of things about myself and the school system in general. It .. well sucks... 60-75% of what we're learning is NOT applicable to the job that I actually do for a living. We're learning how to insulate shit for commercial applications, COMMERCIAL. I work with the big boys in INDUSTRIAL. So unless I plan on quitting industrial and decide to slap up bundles of Pink Panther(tm) into people's celings, I'm not likely to ever use this knowledge.
Another thing I noticed is that every day I'm so tired. I get at least seven hours of sleep each night, but halfway through my school day (a mere four hours), I start getting seriously drowsy. Today I did some strategic sleeping where I'd wake up to take notes, and pretend I'm reading my book while the teacher extrapolates and pontificates on the advantages/disadvantages of using PVC instead of canvas finishing. Its all in the notes, why do I need to hear him ramble about the mundane details that will likely not end up on the test? I didn't. So it was amusing when I was sleep-reading to hear the teacher go "looks like we got someone sleeping..." and then me waking up and casually turning the page of my book, it was seamless, oh yeah I'm good!
Tomorrow we're going on a "field trip" ON THE YELLOW BUS! So if you see a bunch of retards thwacking our chests with the side of our hands at Grant MacEwan's main campus, thats us, THATS THE INSULATING GUYS!
I've realized another thing, this course is bloody easy and difficult at the same time. I can get by on only an hour of studying each week and get at least 75% on my tests. But at the same time, I'm falling behind in shop class because I don't like to rush things. I miss 1st year insulating school because we had four or five people who were absolutely terrible and made me look good by comparison. Not so this time around, oh well.
An interesting quote by Roman Kroiter (pioneer in AI research): "Many people feel that in the contemplation of nature and in communication with other living things, they become aware of some kind of force, or something, behind this apparent mask which we see in front of us, and they call it God."
I'm not surprised, Ken and Ryu have been using this power for years. How else would they be able to summon globes of energy to fire at their opponent?
Another thing I noticed is that every day I'm so tired. I get at least seven hours of sleep each night, but halfway through my school day (a mere four hours), I start getting seriously drowsy. Today I did some strategic sleeping where I'd wake up to take notes, and pretend I'm reading my book while the teacher extrapolates and pontificates on the advantages/disadvantages of using PVC instead of canvas finishing. Its all in the notes, why do I need to hear him ramble about the mundane details that will likely not end up on the test? I didn't. So it was amusing when I was sleep-reading to hear the teacher go "looks like we got someone sleeping..." and then me waking up and casually turning the page of my book, it was seamless, oh yeah I'm good!
Tomorrow we're going on a "field trip" ON THE YELLOW BUS! So if you see a bunch of retards thwacking our chests with the side of our hands at Grant MacEwan's main campus, thats us, THATS THE INSULATING GUYS!
I've realized another thing, this course is bloody easy and difficult at the same time. I can get by on only an hour of studying each week and get at least 75% on my tests. But at the same time, I'm falling behind in shop class because I don't like to rush things. I miss 1st year insulating school because we had four or five people who were absolutely terrible and made me look good by comparison. Not so this time around, oh well.
An interesting quote by Roman Kroiter (pioneer in AI research): "Many people feel that in the contemplation of nature and in communication with other living things, they become aware of some kind of force, or something, behind this apparent mask which we see in front of us, and they call it God."
I'm not surprised, Ken and Ryu have been using this power for years. How else would they be able to summon globes of energy to fire at their opponent?
Sunday, April 24, 2005
spumco is run by a bunch of perverts
Last night I was watching disc three of my Ren & Stimpy boxset when I came upon this absolutely perverted scene involving Ren and Eddie Kowalski. What happens is that Ren signs up for this "fake dad" program and ends up having to babysit a convict with the mental IQ of a seven year old. At about the 25:40 mark there is a scene where Eddie grabs Ren and something reallllllly pervy happens. It went like this:
Stimpy: "Go ahead Ren, give him your love...!"
Ren: "..."
Eddie: "Love..... Mmmmmmm" *grabs Ren and jams his entire body up against his chest*
Its at this part where you'll notice that as Eddie is squeezing Ren's body, Ren's butt starts to swell up (from displacement because he's being squeezed) and his head takes on an odd shape. Eddie is holding Ren with two clutched fists, so you can't really tell what he's holding. But when you're like me and looking for odd sexual references in the unlikest of places, you'd notice that Eddie Kowalski appears to be holding a COCK in his hand and is groaning with orgasmic ecstasy. I'm not kidding! It looks just like a COCK with two eyes on top AND it has a ballsack!
Its moments like this that made me wish I knew how to rip video from dvd. God bless John K.
edit: we here at blasè have taken it upon ourselves to OFFER YOU THE VIDEO CLIP RIPPED DIRECTLY FROM THE DVD, RIGHT FACKING HERE! (4.5mb/avi) holy cow do we love our readers! All four of you!
I also want one of these... BAD.
POWDERED TOAST MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNN!!
Thursday, April 21, 2005
woe is me
arghhh.. school is driving me nuts. We have this big ass test tomorrow and I have to memorize like 8 pages worth of notes AND a bunch of mathematical formulas. Its gayer than Paul Reubens in a feather boa. Here's a taste of some of the stuff that needs immediate injection into my frontal lobe (or wherever there is room). remember, this is all off the top of my head, there's still a zillion other things that need a single raised eyebrow before I can fully memorize those:
Four steps of band saw safety:
1) keep your mind on the task at hand
(hmm, what am I doing today.. should I.. ARGHHH)
2) if distracted, turn off band saw
(look! Mike is riding a broomstick like a horse, hey, where's my hand go?)
3) turn band saw off before making adjustments
(yeah, try moving the angle of the blade while its still spinning, duh)
4) I forgot step four, but its probably just as anal as steps one to three
edit: step four is "do not leave band saw unattended" REALLY, thats step four!
Canvas
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Comes in two types. Heavy and lightweight!
Lightweight is in 2-4oz bolts, heavy canvas comes in 6-8oz bolts
If you got a bunch of bolts, its called a BALE. OMG
For elbows, cut canvas two inches less than the circumference
For end caps, cut canvas two inches more than the diameter
For end caps (with a honkin pipe sticking out) cut canvas 1/4" less than the radius
Canvas that has been treated with fire retardent is called THERMOCANVAS
Canvas shrinks approximately one inch per yard (three feet) just like my cawk
Adhesives (for application of canvas)
Lagging Adhesive: strong, expensive, when dry it must be cleaned with MEK, made of a water-soluble resin, retarded to fires, your mother loves this stuff
Wheat Paste: The ghetto version of Lagging adhesive, cheap, prone to mould growth, not fire retardent, water soluble, resembles jizsm
Then there's this section on pin spotters / stud welders I have to know. And fun things called LAGS, which is this complicated math shit to memorize.
I swear, I'm going to bust some heads if I get any lower than 70% on the test tomorrow. We're talking bloodbath in the streets. You may want to hide inside on Friday, April 21th because there WILL be a guy with a machete hacking at anything that moves, this includes cars so please avoid psychopathic pedestrians if one should be anywhere near the vicinity of your vehicle.
Other than that.. back to studying I go, wish me luck
Monday, April 18, 2005
for your consideration...
As a fan of conspiracies, I got lucky today. I found out about this video (mpeg format) which shows an astronaut getting a taste of some overhead lighting. Now, thinking about this video, I'm asking myself: Is this fake? If its fake, who would go to such elaborate lengths? Can you purchase a spacesuit in a costume store? How about the grainy film footage? The people on set? The props? Was that faked as well? Could this maybe be an outtake from some space movie? All things considered, it seems like it would have taken too much unnecessary effort to just pass off as a prank.
Even if that video IS fake, I was tempted to research the matter further. The url shown in the clip points to www.moontruth.com which no longer exists (hmm.. interesting...) and I came across a website which details a list of anomalies in the moon landing. I believe that if you present a long, credible laundry list of evidence to prove a conspiracy, then there must be something to it. Of all the points raised in that website, could even one be credible and worth looking into? I'd think so. Or is it all 100% factually incorrect? If even one point raised by the author is correct, then the whole thing starts to look kind of shady.
Say someone saw a red balloon float into the sky, they have pictures, witnesses, even the balloon itself, but the NSA decided they want to cover it up. What do they do? They issue a press release stating that there was no balloon in the sky, that it was (insert random object here), they state the witnesses have zero credibility and the whole thing is brushed under the carpet. Because the NSA can easily manipulate the news media, most people never get all the facts. So now you have a few dozen people who actually saw this red balloon and are being made fun of, despite their evidence and conviction of what they saw. Then on the other side, you have millions/billions of people who get exposed to the media's interpretation of the event. The media says there wasn't a red balloon, and thats good enough for the millions that are watching, why should they care? Worse yet, the media just doesn't report this at all. Then its onto the next conspiracy that gets unreported/manipulated in press coverage. These things likely happen more often than you think. Its not what gets reported that counts, but what goes UNreported.
There has been such an overwhelming pile of evidence detailing the existence of aliens, ghosts, the illuminati (or some form of an organization that promotes a 'new world order'), psychic powers, the conspiracy behind 9/11, the murder of Princess Di, etc. and its difficult to dismiss all of those claims as being the ravings of lunatics. There HAS to be something to it. And yes, Bush is a remotely controlled android that aliens bent on world domination, have created. Hey don't take my word for it! omg look!
Its an external power supply. I rest my case.
Even if that video IS fake, I was tempted to research the matter further. The url shown in the clip points to www.moontruth.com which no longer exists (hmm.. interesting...) and I came across a website which details a list of anomalies in the moon landing. I believe that if you present a long, credible laundry list of evidence to prove a conspiracy, then there must be something to it. Of all the points raised in that website, could even one be credible and worth looking into? I'd think so. Or is it all 100% factually incorrect? If even one point raised by the author is correct, then the whole thing starts to look kind of shady.
Say someone saw a red balloon float into the sky, they have pictures, witnesses, even the balloon itself, but the NSA decided they want to cover it up. What do they do? They issue a press release stating that there was no balloon in the sky, that it was (insert random object here), they state the witnesses have zero credibility and the whole thing is brushed under the carpet. Because the NSA can easily manipulate the news media, most people never get all the facts. So now you have a few dozen people who actually saw this red balloon and are being made fun of, despite their evidence and conviction of what they saw. Then on the other side, you have millions/billions of people who get exposed to the media's interpretation of the event. The media says there wasn't a red balloon, and thats good enough for the millions that are watching, why should they care? Worse yet, the media just doesn't report this at all. Then its onto the next conspiracy that gets unreported/manipulated in press coverage. These things likely happen more often than you think. Its not what gets reported that counts, but what goes UNreported.
There has been such an overwhelming pile of evidence detailing the existence of aliens, ghosts, the illuminati (or some form of an organization that promotes a 'new world order'), psychic powers, the conspiracy behind 9/11, the murder of Princess Di, etc. and its difficult to dismiss all of those claims as being the ravings of lunatics. There HAS to be something to it. And yes, Bush is a remotely controlled android that aliens bent on world domination, have created. Hey don't take my word for it! omg look!
Its an external power supply. I rest my case.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
holy smoke-skis
90% on my blueprint exam, 100% on my math and I actually managed to catch up in shop class today.
Maybe school isn't so bad after all! *elbow pump* hungh! HUNGH!
Time will tell.
Maybe school isn't so bad after all! *elbow pump* hungh! HUNGH!
Time will tell.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
ex-cons, school and a whole lotta poop
So today I got ambushed outside Londonderry Mall by a recently released ex-convict. Yeah it was that bad. He asked me for a cigarette and then proceeded to tell me his life story, without taking a single gulp of air, it was amazing. In the five minutes it took for me to finish my smoke (before heading in to do some studying at the library) "Steve" told me how he got out of the clink after serving three years for armed robbery. He has a completely new outlook on life now, he's a reformed man. His father could lift a car engine off the ground and he's sixty-seven years old and looks like a wizard, with big nose hairs poking out. His grandfather is much hated in his family, since he has amassed millions of dollars of wealth but refuses to share/spend it. Steve's brother is working for the United Nations and is currently in Ireland, where he makes a sweet 40 grand for two months of work (overpaid bastard). Steve also taught me about how it pays to be kind to people and how its "not a technology world.. its like, God, everyone is God, and they affect everyone else. I take something from you, then I get something taken from me, or some other guy gets something taken. I talked with a professional about this, and he says that the world is a single entity, and you need to approach life with a sensitive mindset and really understand how it all fits together"
That was five minutes, well maybe six. I managed to squeak in a couple of things while he was rambling:
"What did you get sent away for?"
"You gotta do what you gotta do right?"
"Yeah man, and its not getting any better"
"PH D? In what?"
"..four..FOURTY GRAND?"
"Like Gandalf? Heh"
"I uh.. gotta go do some studying, I'm in school, a student, uh take care man"
Gotta love those ex-cons.
So I'm in school now, insulating school to be exact and I soooo dislike it. Part of the problem is that I'm still dealing with being poisoned (either accidentally by the consumption of poorly cooked meat, or with malicious, covert intent) on Sunday so I have like no appetite, I'm constantly tired (go to sleep at 7pm, wake up at 6am, still tired all day), getting headaches, I just finished crapping my bowels out a few days ago, so I no longer require the services of the nearest porcelain chamber and I've also been feeling nauseous. A winning combination! To get an idea of what my meal for the day consists of, I've been living off a banana, a chocolate bar, one slice of pizza and half a sandwich, for the DAY. Thats fucked up. So rather than be a sissy and go to the medicenter, I'm going to sit on it one more day and see what happens. Hopefully I'll pass out in class and they'll take me away in an ambulance, because I heard how this exact same thing happened to another student and they gave him pass marks despite his not being in class for most of the course. Lucky bastard.
S'anyhoo, another exciting day awaits, we get a test in blueprint reading! yay! I already got the acronym down pat, its OH, C DEBS. Which stands for: Object lines, Hidden lines, Center lines, Dimension lines, Extension lines, and uh oh.. what was B... shit I forgot B, and Section lines. They may take away my body, but they'll never take my minnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd! *drops dirty rag to floor a'la Braveheart-style*
I hate school. Insulating sucks.
That was five minutes, well maybe six. I managed to squeak in a couple of things while he was rambling:
"What did you get sent away for?"
"You gotta do what you gotta do right?"
"Yeah man, and its not getting any better"
"PH D? In what?"
"..four..FOURTY GRAND?"
"Like Gandalf? Heh"
"I uh.. gotta go do some studying, I'm in school, a student, uh take care man"
Gotta love those ex-cons.
So I'm in school now, insulating school to be exact and I soooo dislike it. Part of the problem is that I'm still dealing with being poisoned (either accidentally by the consumption of poorly cooked meat, or with malicious, covert intent) on Sunday so I have like no appetite, I'm constantly tired (go to sleep at 7pm, wake up at 6am, still tired all day), getting headaches, I just finished crapping my bowels out a few days ago, so I no longer require the services of the nearest porcelain chamber and I've also been feeling nauseous. A winning combination! To get an idea of what my meal for the day consists of, I've been living off a banana, a chocolate bar, one slice of pizza and half a sandwich, for the DAY. Thats fucked up. So rather than be a sissy and go to the medicenter, I'm going to sit on it one more day and see what happens. Hopefully I'll pass out in class and they'll take me away in an ambulance, because I heard how this exact same thing happened to another student and they gave him pass marks despite his not being in class for most of the course. Lucky bastard.
S'anyhoo, another exciting day awaits, we get a test in blueprint reading! yay! I already got the acronym down pat, its OH, C DEBS. Which stands for: Object lines, Hidden lines, Center lines, Dimension lines, Extension lines, and uh oh.. what was B... shit I forgot B, and Section lines. They may take away my body, but they'll never take my minnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd! *drops dirty rag to floor a'la Braveheart-style*
I hate school. Insulating sucks.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
back in black
holy cow, I've done it. No, I didn't end up buying that acerage with the monkey butler, but I finally finished eight days of work. GRUELLING work. Work that says "damn, this really is a lot of work". Its all over, for about six weeks as I head back into ye old insulating school on Monday. At the moment, my buttocks are singing hallelujah as they've manage to finally escape their velvetly prison (the driver's seat), listen ..! PBBBTTTT ..
Five and a half hours of driving is just wrong. Its 2005, we should have super speedy conveyer belts like the Jetsons do. The future sucks.
Yeah, I am sooo tired right now, I'm drinking a half a liter of coffee and I'm saving my can of Red Bull for the grand finale. All because I hate going to bed this early. *frankenstein voice* I VANT TO LIVE!
So I managed to covertly snap a wad of pictures at work today, even though thats like a huge no no and you risk having your head cut off publicly if you get caught. But I guess I was able to intimidate those who saw me with my imposing physique, and my warning "nod" which took me years to perfect. I wanted to get those pictures taken because its always difficult to explain exactly what I do for a living to others. Yes I do put "clothing" on pipes to keep them "warm" but in the next couple of days I'll do a little "expose" on life as a construction worker, including a close-up look at insulation itself. Yes, I said I have pictures of insulation, INDUSTRIAL insulation to be more precise. You won't find stuff like this any where else folks.
00------>
Since my friends are considerate enough to wait untill I get back before seeing Sin City, I'm having to end up going with a co-worker this Saturday instead. Sin City is supposed to be some fine eye candy, and I'm going to be there with a lump in my jeans. But I heard some very mixed reviews about it as well, one look at Rotten Tomatoes (80%)has allayed any doubt that I've had. It WILL be as eye-masturbatory as I envisioned it. I have just got to see how Elijah Wood is going to pull off "Kevin" in this movie.
Chapelle awaits. G'nite
Five and a half hours of driving is just wrong. Its 2005, we should have super speedy conveyer belts like the Jetsons do. The future sucks.
Yeah, I am sooo tired right now, I'm drinking a half a liter of coffee and I'm saving my can of Red Bull for the grand finale. All because I hate going to bed this early. *frankenstein voice* I VANT TO LIVE!
So I managed to covertly snap a wad of pictures at work today, even though thats like a huge no no and you risk having your head cut off publicly if you get caught. But I guess I was able to intimidate those who saw me with my imposing physique, and my warning "nod" which took me years to perfect. I wanted to get those pictures taken because its always difficult to explain exactly what I do for a living to others. Yes I do put "clothing" on pipes to keep them "warm" but in the next couple of days I'll do a little "expose" on life as a construction worker, including a close-up look at insulation itself. Yes, I said I have pictures of insulation, INDUSTRIAL insulation to be more precise. You won't find stuff like this any where else folks.
00------>
Since my friends are considerate enough to wait untill I get back before seeing Sin City, I'm having to end up going with a co-worker this Saturday instead. Sin City is supposed to be some fine eye candy, and I'm going to be there with a lump in my jeans. But I heard some very mixed reviews about it as well, one look at Rotten Tomatoes (80%)has allayed any doubt that I've had. It WILL be as eye-masturbatory as I envisioned it. I have just got to see how Elijah Wood is going to pull off "Kevin" in this movie.
Chapelle awaits. G'nite
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