you guys gotta see this...

thanks to susan for showing it to me. very, very funny.

A dress with something going for it.

Xbox Weekly Sales Top PS2
Posted by: Nguyen on Friday, April 23rd, 2004
Type: News
Source: http://australianit.news.com.au/

MICROSOFT’S Xbox price cut has appeared to pay off, with the company claiming its first ever weekly sales win against arch rival Sony PlayStation 2.

In the week ending April 18, Xbox took 50 per cent of the "next generation" console market, 15 per cent ahead of PlayStation2. Nintendo’s GameCube accounted for 7 per cent of sales during the week, Microsoft said, quoting figures from industry analyst GfK.

The Xbox win has been a long time coming, with the PlayStation 2 and Xbox consoles fighting a pitched battle for more than two years.

Today we salute you, Mr. Compulsive Away Message Checker. While most people are out actually having a fun life, you are at home reading about it on your computer screen. Right mouse click, Get Buddy Info, or the little Info box at the bottom of the Buddy List. You have people on that list you haven't talked to in years, but you still loyally read their away messages every day to see what they're up to [borderline stalking]. So, crack open an ice cold Bud Light, Marauder of the Mousepad, and don't wander too far from your computer because you never know when someone's away message may change.

Quote, my cousin Dan, and damn funny it is.

Heh, now this is funny:


Its the dating game. The girl asks bachelor #2 this question:

"One of my worst subjects is english. Can you spell the word 'Relief?' "

THe bachelor looks a bit stumped for a moment or two, and then replies:

"F - A - R - T."

Well guys, i've gone and done it. I now support SETI from my desktop. Thats right, from my desktop i am now running a program that analyzes SETI data to further the search for extraterrestrial life. woo.

Want to join in on the fun?

go to http://setiathome.ssl.berkeley.edu/ to download the cool SETI app.

I'll keep track of the data i scan in the news ticker.

So i challenged matt today in inital D. or rather, he challenged me from nowhere. We forgot to turn boost off, so we were neck-in-neck the entire time. During the last lap, i had him by 120 meters.

AND HE CAUGHT UP TO ME

AND PASSED ME

WITH TEN FREAKIN FEET LEFT!

TEN GOD FORSAKEN FEET!

I jumped out of my chair, ran around like a (coined from kyle) flaming retard, and almost strangled matt to death. the punk.

I was in an Spirit R, he was in a WRX i think.

I do not play melodramatic games. So stop playing them.

Well, i got grounded for staying out too late with the guys playing halo. Sucks, but oh well. It was fun, AND WE GOT IT ALL ON TAPE! WOO!

If we can edit some of the good parts out, i'll post links to them in here.


uh, what else.....


not much. more later.

Augh, its raining.

damnit.

weeerp.

Good day. Had fun. Matt forgot the camera again, the genius.

Uh...


and thats all.

more stuff on sunday!

Remind me to be perfect next time i'm not. Its a trait i obviously don't have.

Well, i finally got a job. Yes, slacker joe got a job. The best job ever. ever.

I get paid

7.00 an hour

to walk around


and sell people

Kohls charge cards.


heh, no joke. AND i get commission, 1 or 2$ for every one i sell.

So lets say i work an average of four hours every day (). Thats $196 a week. Then, after my commisions, say an average of $30 a day, i have another $210. In two weeks, thats $406. EVen if i work HALF the hours, i still make around $203. So if you average it out, i might be pushing $300 every two weeks, and all i have to do is walk around and get people to buy these charge cards.

Who buys cards, you say?

Well, at the registers alone, not counting credit soliciters like myself, Kohls sells 20 a day. The soliciters can sell as many as 60 in one day, and during xmas the sales go berserk.

It doesn't beat out Kyle's massive amounts of daily tip money, but I have the better end of the work deal. I expend about 1/10 the physical effort for about 3/5 the cash he makes.

All i need to do is take a drug test, and i'm in. Dunno when i start, but i imagine in the next few days.

So, this means i can A save for a car, and B save for a bike. Also, C, get a cell phone. A good one, not some cheap shit. Camera, IM, the works. with my extra $30-60 a day in commission will pay for it, no problem.

So, i owe my dad $300, and i'll probably take Kyle out to dinner or a movie or paintball or something.


So if i get a car... what car do i get?

We'll see in my next post!


What else is on my list of i-finally-have-money? Halo 2, and fable. booyah.

But first, car. car car car.

MATT GOT A TRIPLE A ON SYNC!

YEAH MATT! WOO!

To see the cool countdown timer i was gonna stick on this page (but it raped my ticker) check out the archives page.

As the website updating finishes, you'll notice that i've added a news ticker to the top left hand corner of the page. This is for basic, everyday stuff that i don't want to waste an entire post on. Keep an eye on it for random stats. Also, you can now search this page for specific words. Type in your name and you can find out if i mentioned you recently. ALT-S goes to next result.

Next, check out the sexy CSS scroll bar on the right. beats the hell out of the nasty windows scroll bar.

(edit: countdown java code screwing with the ticker code, down for now)

My head hurts, right temple. Might be death knocking. If i die, then lemme just say bye quick

bye

heh heh

Quick update:

Gotta fix my damn "great beat" problem and get my "perfect beat".
Gotta start playing more initial D. Got a car. RX-7 Spirit R.
Getting a haircut (finally) so i can start geling my hair again.
Working on updating this site.
Need quicktime for my comp downstairs so i can render VR objects
NEED TO FINISH THE DAMN SHIRTS


uh...

what else...

Becky and Gus should be back together soon as far as i know, which ends that drama in the coinop. But, who knows, it might drag out all summer....

Matt needs to get Marvelous turned on, dunno when that'll happen

I need to send another one of those things to Rach since the first one went awol

And..
uh...



Tim finished Max300 for the first time yesterday. Good for tim.

Archives section is now up and sexy. link to the left.

New look for the site, still a W.I.P.

BORED OFF MY ASS



and becky, shutup, i already know all to well your agenda with ass. so SHUTUP!

Friday was a great day. Well, mostly. Better than most.

My parents had been gone the previous eve, so i stayed up till 3am writing music. I managed to finish two tracks (more or less) and talk with Rach, Matt, Becky, Etc, in the process. After falling asleep for a short while, i got dropped off at the mall. I played a few rounds of DDR, sat in class and spaced out for a while, then went out and met up with Matt, who was working at Kohls.

In Kohls Matt and I acted out a scene from The Matrix for his supervisor, who got a kick out of it. And then... kicked me out. haha. Eventually Matt got off and we went to the pad for a while. After some DDR, Becky suggested we go to Longs Park and hang out.

Matt and i climbed into Becky's car, TIm and Andy went in Tim's car a few minutes later. After we got to the park, matt and I decided to steal Becky's car, and ended up having to drive it out of the entire park to turn the damn thing back around and park it again.

Once andy and tim showed up (with mike as it turns out), we decided to go "old skool" and play tag. Two people it, four people running. We ran around for two hours, vaulting over walls and climbing various forms of park equipment to escape from "It". It was a blast.


In retrospect, i think i might have overdone the whole run and jump thing. My legs are on fire today, walking up and down stairs, sitting, etc is a royal pain. With two advil and an ibuprofin, the pain is down to a dull roar, It sucks. But, we'll probably end up doing it again on friday.

idiots.

edit edit

Joe's Aim Profile, as promised:


Clothes: Black
Hair: Black
Skin: White
Eyes: Brown
Finger nails: Black on occasion
Socks: Black
Shoes: Black
Desktop: Black
Room at 2am: Black with a hint of monitor glow
Mind: Completely empty
Specialty: Art, design, whatever
Hobby: Dance Dance Revolution
Music of Choice: Trance, Breakbeat, chillout, etc
Groups of choice: Massive Attack, Portishead, Sneaker Pimps, Marilyn Manson, Korn, Velvet Acid Christ, Rob Zombie, TDX, etc etc
Current Self-Induced Acedamia: Quantum Physics
Current Book: Stuff by Arthur C Clark
Current mood: Ask me and find out, bitch.
Current Weapon of Choice: Nearby blunt objects

i dunno if any of you have read the begining of my short story, Arc, but here they are, parts one and two. Its been around for almost six months, but i forgot about it till now. I'll finish it soon enough.

ARC - PART ONE

The light burns.
Standing framed in the window, a dark sillouette shifted its opaqe form farther into shadow. Some of the light which had clung to it slid from its shape and spilled to the floor, splahing its brilliant white gift into the dark room beyond. Droplets flew from the floor to the walls and furnishing, shattering into a cascade of brilliant hues as it tried to find its grip on the glittering objects sown throughout the room.

Razor blades.

Mechanical pencils.

Broken, negelected CDs, labels scrawled with permanent marker.

Silently gliding across the graveyard of inanimate sentimentality, the black form took shape. Not harsh and enviously hoarding of darkness like the light from the distant star outside the window, light from a small candle glided across the wraith, revealing the soft young features of a young man.
Siting, head in his left hand and book in the right, the wraith scans the lines, page after page, searching for the words he read last night. His smooth features harden as he passes over a particularly familiar passage, then grow sharp and displeased as he moves from it, onto the next passage.

A distance away stands the door to his room. Framed in lines formed by light leaking from the hall it hides, it watches over the hunched wraith as the pages of the thick book flip, sometimes with such force they snap against the air and send a crack reverberating from the walls.

The lines wavered about the door, then broke and spread wide in a silent scream. Steping into the frame came a tall, hewn figure. Sprawling, the shadow it casts into the room engulfs the book and the young man gasping it.

Wraith draws it in to his lap, leaning over it. Protecting it. After a moment, he lifts his face to meet the eyes of the stone in the doorway.

The stone looks down, and notices that its feet fall beyond the threshold of the door frame. He moves back into the hall.

"Dinner."

Wraith looks back down to the closed face of his book.

Sarcasm pulls like a knife, bites just as fast.

"Amazing."

Stone sighs. The door closes, its scream ceases.

Wraith opens his book, and his face grows dark once again.


The shadows from the candle dance.


ARC - PART TWO

Although the brilliant light kept the room in some semblance of order, the darkness cast from the inert shadows of the long, dark blackout curtains threw a dirty essence on the hectic space. Although still, everything appeared to be in motion- although perhaps a form of motion that is more prone to being frozen, trapped. Like a bomb about to explode, like the rapid shiver sent through ones skin before being struck by lightning.

Death.

Lighting seems to have that effect.

So does darkness.

Wraith lay motionless on the carpet beside his bed. The world swam in his mind, colors mixing and shifting in their hue and intensity. Groaning, wraith turned onto his side, several volumes of ancient text falling from his chest to lie at rest beside him. Worn, the pages of the books sighed as they fluttered about, bound between the two thick covers of the fragile works. Most fell softly, however not all of them fell gracefully, their words folding back upon themselves as the chapters skewed against the stained, aging floor.

By no power of coincidence, the floor was very distinctly worn in the areas more often rendered in shades of gray and black than those lighted. An arc in the floor spread from the western wall to the eastern, as though bleached clean by the sunlight of many passing days. Stretching from one corner of the room to the other, the bleak bow carved into the carpet was completely devoid of all objects Wraith valued. Only an assortment of blades and compact discs, mostly broken, had managed to make their way to the place where sunlight breached the defenses of the window and laid silent siege to the floor.

At the most extreme point of the arc stood the bed on which wraith attempted to sleep on, inevitably in vain. The sheets were pulled clear of the arc's stolen space, crumpled and balled in a loose wad near the head of the bed.

Wraith arched his back in a sudden painful spasm. Retching, the curled form on the floor soiled some of the books he had been so carefully protecting, rendering the text unintelligible. It did not matter. Those books, which had been ruined, meant nothing, they were useless.

Drawing all of his being toward his center, Wraith once again assumed his fetal position. The darkness behind his eyes swirled with red, exploded suddenly into white, slowly muddying back into a deep black. Wraith could not see beyond the caustic visions, could not comprehend the distorted images and pleading, disdainful sounds that echoed through his mind's ear. Reflexively, his form bore arms from its impenetrable shape. Reaching to his ears and pressing his sweaty palms against them, his elbows bent at wild angles from his body. Crying out, another wave of pain coursed through him, the stench of the violent voiding consuming the room in its sour haze.

The bottle, which he had dropped earlier during a particularly mortifying seizure, sat on its base by some miracle of physics beside him. Half empty, though still containing enough of the pale, dry liquid, its shape was the only thing in the room close enough to Wraith's face for him to focus on. He studied the label intensely, searching for a break in the whirlpool of colors, colors which his mind had perverted, all potential beauty lost in the chaotic storm.

The bottle was a temporary substitution for the question. Not the answer, the question. The answer was merely the ends to a more valuable means; the journey to the answer. Wraith had searched through every page of every volume of every collection of texts he owned. Abstract cross-referenced facts and figures, hundreds of philosophies and theories tested and researched...

But the answer eluded him.

Or perhaps more accurate, it had escaped him.

The text that contained the answer, the one sentence that had shed light upon the end to his means, had gone missing. Days ago, maybe weeks ago, one of the smaller of his books made its way to the dining room table below his room. It had been a mistake, following the Stone down to that insanely bright room, that dining room. It burned his very essence to sit and choke down the sterile tasting food provided by his detached, health freak mother. Always wandering about in a peyote fog, her eccentric philosophies drove her towards revealing that other eighty five percent of her brain... through tofu.

He had left the book in that room.

He knew it.

Ah, a good day for DDR.

I FINALLY got most of the way out of my slump, and managed to get a good distance through max300 without dying. I actually kept a combo past 200 today, which hasn't happened in weeks. But most of all, i had enough cash to pay back matt, buy $5 in games, and still can buy becky lunch. I owe her close to a years worth of food, but eh, lunch'll do. Now, i still owe kyle lunch, but i figure i can just go into debt AGAIN and buy it for him. I was gonna do it today, but he never showed.

Next on the DDR list, is the Summer Pass. Yes, for $10 i get 4 tokens every day till the end of the summer. Do you know how many tokens that is? roughly 575 tokens. that is more than $140. heh heh.

And for those keeping track, my DDR shirt list is as follows:

DDR MAIN LOGO 1 - Complete
DDR MAIN LOGO 2 - Development
MATT LOGO 1 - Complete
MATT LOGO 2 - Development
BECKY LOGO 1 - W.I.P
JASON LOGO 1 - W.I.P
DAN LOGO 1 - Development

If i forgot you, uh, yell at me.

anyway, i have some hardcore gaming to do. and stuff. and things. so... yeah.

Erm...


Red Bikini.


Just don't stand ABOVE jason.

Let me establish something real quick:


I'm dumb



ok?


Dumb and tired. And... wishing i was at the mall. Great place. New bathrooms kick ass. Not to mention the mass of people who show up like clockwork. Nothing beats doing nothing around a food court table with the crew. Matt, Becky, Jason, Tim, Rat, Mark (who apparently looks alot like me, or vice-versa), Raver Boy (blech), etc etc. Well, geting caught by the police with kyle beats it i suppose, but other than that...

Kyle wants a sportbike. He looked into it, got his permit, and is on his way to getting training, a bike, and a full bike lisence.

After he told me all of this, i thought about it a bit. And came to this conclusion:

Buying and riding a sportbike would be a hell of alot cheaper than buying a 3000gt. Hell, even buying a sportbike and a cheap used car would be almost a grand less than the GT would have been, not counting upgrades to the GT.

Subsequently,

I have decided to aim my money (which begins to tap the begining of may when i start at EB) toward A. a cheapo car, and B. a ninja sportbike. I might possibly buy one off of kyle, when he gets rid of it.

new shoutbox at the bottom of the page.

line of the year, week, whatever:

"I'm everybody, put your label on me... black and white and easy"
a certain Sneaker Pimp

Best commercial EVER!

Quizno's subs, the series with the... uh... thing. Its sort of like a deformed gerbil with buggy eyes. Its freakin hilarious, and the best mascot ever. It looks like reanimated roadkill. And it sings! ABOUT FOOD! nothing beats singing roadkill.

i love that commercial.

i wonder if i can find a picture of it...

YES!

I FOUND THE ENTIRE COMMERCIAL!

QUIZNO'S SUB COMMERCIAL

*laughs insanely*

*is dead*

I'm too uninspired to do any artwork. I'm shifting into study mode, working on expanding my limited knowledge of quantum mechanics and the stock market (sort of eccentric, i know). I have enough material online and at the library concerning quantum mechanics, although i have only a few resources concerning the stock trade system. I'm working on a case study right now with the NASDAQ stock exchange, mocking a series of trades from msft/amzn/sunw/adbe.