Still Hiding

My "buddy" who loves to leave rather nasty comments, yet not post his/her name with them, has struck again. This time, with a ton of incoherant babble, such as how I'm some sort of psycho, my mug shot should be plastered all over the Intertubes, and all kinds of BS and rhetoric. Thing is though, they still refuse to post their own names. All they can do is criticize from behind the Anonymous tag.

I'd say that makes you the pussy, not me. In the meantime, though, just to give you an idea of just how wrong he/she is, this link will take you to a Google Search of my full name:

"Eric James Jacobson" @ Google

I've said it before, I'll say it again: My life is an open book. You read it on this very page. Not once have I tried to hide my identity when I talk smack.

You, on the other hand, aren't so gutsy, I don't think. You're probably some little teenage chicken shit who thinks that they're just "so far above" me. Well, Mr. or Ms. Soapbox, try coming down off your high Anonymous horse and give us your real name.

You wanna play with the big dogs? Then step up and act like it. Otherwise, it's back to the puppy farm for you...

180

First of all, let me just say that Quiet Riot and Skid Row tore the fucking house down at the Clearfield County Fair last night. I felt like I was 10 years old again, rocking out to the songs I had to play in a walkman, so my mom wouldn't trip about me listening to that "devil music."

The Clearfield County Fair itself is, supposedly, the social event of the year, especially on Friday night. Everyone, and I mean everyone, comes out of the woodwork to attend, get ripped off by carnies, eat a metric shit-ton of food (mostly Polish and Greek), and gossip like there's no tomorrow. Take one lap around the fair, and you're likely to see people you haven't spoken to in years, people you just left five minutes ago, and many others whom you interact with on a semi-regular basis.

It's like six degrees of separation crammed into one square half-mile.

Last night was no different for me, though there is one person I saw that sticks out in my mind above the others, and I have a feeling that, at some point, that person is going to come and read this blog, having seen me as well. The only problem is, this time, they're not going to find what history has taught them they will.

You know, you seriously fucking amaze me. No lie. How do you do it? From one failure to another, and each time, it's the "greatest thing ever," only to fall apart at the worst of times and become the springboard for another bad decision. When will it end? When will you wake up and smell the coffee?

Honestly, I don't think you want to. Because guess what: The coffee is stale. About 13 years stale, in fact. Noone bothered to cover it, put it in the fridge, reheat it, nothing. And would you like to know why you're smelling stale coffee?

Why, that should be obvious to you. Because you're a lie. Not just a lier, but a lie itself. Your entire personality is a direct contradiction of the actions you take. And the worst part about it is, you're lying to yourself. Not just me, not just everyone else around you. YOU. You've become the victim of your own catch 22.

You dug the grave. Lay in it. I'm not going to pull you out this time.

In case I have to spell it out for you, it's H-A-T-E. I hate you. You go on bouncing from perfect world to perfect world. My perfect world might suck more than anything has sucked in the history of things sucking, but at least its real, not just an empty hope or dream.

Or a delusion...

One For The Others

To the people leaving me comments (which never get published), the ones that simply MUST tear apart everything I say, put down my ideas, and generally be critical of me and my work, let me just say this:

At the very least, when I say something (right or wrong), I have the brass pair to put my name on it. I don't have to hide behind the mantle of Anonymous.

You identify yourself (not with just a nickname or a fake name, but your real, full name), then we'll talk about posting your comments. Until then, the proof is in the pudding: I've got the stones, you don't.

I'm not afriad. You're a chickenshit.

And for the record, on that subject? I'm 100% correct...

The One About That One Time Back Then

Oh yeah. New book goodness, baby. The collection on my shelf continues to grow, with this week's addition of Harry Potter 7, and now with the news of the impending release of the latest book from Wil Wheaton (aka The Boss of Everybody), "The Happiest Days of Our Lives."

First of all, Kudos to Wil for using Pink Floyd. Brilliant choice, although the song itself (found on disc one of The Wall, for those scoring at home) isn't quite "Wil's New Book"-related. Oh well, most people won't recognize it off the bat, anyway. They all think it's just the intro to "Another Brick in the Wall Part II..."

At any rate, if you don't read Wil's blog, or haven't read his books, you're really missing out. Once you put aside the whole Star Trek fanboy nonsense, you find that Wil does something that the people who wrote his character on TNG couldn't do: Write, and write well. Convey a story in a way that elicits genuine connection and response from the reader.

Boy can spin a good yarn, that's for sure.

Go read some of his entries. You'll see what I mean. I'll be here when you get back.

No, really...

Definition Of Irony

Found on Fark, this is the end-all, beat-all of irony videos. Inmates in a prison in the Philippines (and a shit ton of them at that), all performing the zombie dance number from... Wait for it...

Michael Jackson's "Thriller."

Click and enjoy...

And you know what? They're not half bad at all...

Behold The Power of Cheese

If this were an actual game, I'd be addicted to it for sure.

Famous Last Words

From this BBC article:

President George W Bush has played down the anxiety, however:

"There is a perception in the coverage that al-Qaeda may be as strong today as they were prior to September 11th," he said on Thursday.

"That's simply not the case."

In case you don't want to read that, Georgie is reacting to Congress doubling the bounty on one Osama bin Laden, turr'r mastermind and all around scary guy.

So, tell me something, Mr. President. How are you so sure that is "simply not the case?" Hmm? Is this the same intelligence that told you Saddam Hussein (may his soul roast in hell as he and Satan have buttsex) had WMDs? Is it a "gut feeling" like Chertoff's? Can you show us some hard evidence?

The truth is, you can't back that up at all. Not even in the slightest. al Qaeda COULD be that strong. How are we to know otherwise? Trust you? HA! The people who defend this country
can't even trust you, Mr. President.

Show me some proof, jackass. And if they DO attack, I'll enjoy watching you eat those words...

Hellmuth Busts Out Hard

Here's Phil Hellmuth, driving around a casino parking lot in a stock car with his name and face all over it, basically living out the racing equivalent to having your pocket rockets cracked with a 10-2o. Enoy. (Via Fark)

Genesis

So, how do you start up a podcast, anyway?

I guess I'm about to find out. After talking with John last night, I've decided to give it a shot, thereby making my statement above (about being a podcaster) a reality instead of just a dream.

The trouble is, coming up with something for a proof-of-concept show.

For the last few years, I've had an incredible case of writer's block. It's why I never finished UR, and it's also why there hasn't been much from me creatively in a long time. If anything, my blog has become a dusty, cobwebbed closet I open once in a while to put stuff in.

That's not cool.

I'm hoping that my recent desire to actually work with my blogs is a good sign of things to come. I really do miss being able to come up with stuff like I used to. It's just that life has brought me to a point where I don't much care about anything, let alone writing something for the sheer joy of it like the old days.

Only this time, I'm not writing for just a blog. I'm laying down a recording of my voice and releasing it upon the Earth. So, it's gotta be at least halfway good, right? Right.

Talk about brain frying...

USA! USA! USA!

Finally. An American I can give some honest support to! Congratulations to Joey Chestnut, winner of the 2007 Nathan's Famous Hot Dogs 4th of July Hot Dog Eating Championships! After years of domination by Japan's Takeru Kobayashi, Chestnut ate an unbelievable 66 hot dogs and buns, smashing the record set by Kobayashi the year before by just over a dozen! ROCK ON!

Let It Be

Nathan James Aughenbaugh -- 1980 - 2007. He died because of the cruelty and malice of others. He died unnecessarily.

Beside his casket, surrounded by the people responsible for his death, I made him a promise: "We'll make this right."

And we will.

Nathan, when I knew him best, was a happy kid who loved rollerskating and off-roading in his entirely illegal Bronco; Listening to music and taking road trips; being with his friends and flirting with Angela. He loved life, and almost always had a smile on his face.

Never was he ever suicidal. Ever.

Soon, you'll all know why Nathan did what he did. But that's not what I'm here to do right now.

Right now, I want Nathan remembered for the true person he was: A giving friend, happy and full of life, who wanted nothing more than for people to be like him and just chill out and enjoy the ride. If there was anything he could do to make his friends feel better, it was done. All he wanted in return was the same kindness and positive vibes; Negativity was never his thing.

Back in the summers of 1994 and 1995, Nathan, Angela and I would jump in the Escort and put his cassette single copy of Sugar Hill Gang's "Rapper's Delight" into the tape deck, and we'd drive around endlessly, listening to all 15 minutes of the song, over and over, just to kill time before we went to the skating rink. By the time 1996 rolled around, I'm sure all of us could rap along to any version of that song without missing a beat, all thanks to knowing each and every part of the whole song from memory. All because of Nathan.

Nathan loved kids, and his influence is no more evident than on the kids of our friend Nikki. Those kids will endlessly pick flowers and give them to Mom and her friends. All because of Nathan. Because he loved to follow the old addage "stop and smell the [flowers]." There is creativity alive in Angela's daughter, thanks in great part to Nathan and his love of imatination. Several of the drawings hanging on Angela's apartment walls have Nathan's influence in them.

Angela and I have big plans in the works, and I'll have a huge announcement of the positive variety very soon. In the meantime, though, I ask all of you to remember Nathan for who he truely was. Keep him in your hearts and memories. Every life he touched was brightened.

It's just so goddamned sad that he had to suffer so much...

Vaya con dios, hermano...

LOLStuff Plus

Yeah, I got bored. With the last batch of pics off of my trusty camera, I've come up with these few LOLShots, as well as some extra goodness. First of all - Lady, Little Dog, and Hammy get into the LOLAct...



Next up on the LOLBlock is Jen. Jen, a friend of mine and Sheetz employee, got suckered into this shot last night during a midnight drink run. The result is some Flavor-related LOLFun...

And now for some normalcy, but only for a moment. Missy, Fred, myself and Andy, posing for one of those classic "Hey, set the timer and put it in front of the HDTV" pictures. That's all spontanios, no lie. Each person acting independantly to create a nifty little scene. We're good at that sort of thing, you see...

And finally, because I'm a huge asshole, say hello to Moose. Moose is a chatter. And if you get the joke at the bottom of the image, then all I have to say is "Ni!" So, Miss Adorable Angel Eyed Beeper: AM I that big of an asshole? Oh yeah, you'd best believe it...

Another Brick In The LOL

OMGWTF NO WAI S TEH FUNAY LOLZRZ!!!11!!one!11! CLKME!







LOL that you touch, and LOL that you see... LOL that you taste... LOL you feel...

Thanks Chuck -- via WWdN:IX

LOLMeme FTW!!!!!!!1

It began with LOLCats. Cheezburger.



Then, it became LOLPresident:



There's LOLTrek:



With LOLWesley Goodness, to boot:


Don't forget LOLBots:

Can the internet get enough? Apparently not. But these are some favorites. Go find your own, and enjoy the meme while it lives...

Mach Go Go Go

Here he comes. Here comes Speed Racer.

MTV these days is a bastion of pop-culture and reality trash, nothing at all worth watching like it was. You see, it used to show these things called "music videos" all the time. And late at night, it showed classics like Monty Python's Flying Circus and - my personal MTV favorite - Speed Racer.

For alot of us Anime geeks, Speed was our first exposure to the genre, along with Robotech, Voltron, as well as (to an older extent) Astro Boy and Gigantor. Speed, though, took the cake easy. What made him top out giant robots and killer transforming space fighters? The Mach 5. Forget the Knight Industries Two Thousand (KITT from Knight Rider) and any of those fancy James Bond rides. The Mach 5 was the original pimped out ride.

The Wachowski Brothers have said that they want to be true to the series without just bringing an episode to life in long form, and even though the second and third Matrix movies were a bit of a letdown, I'm willing to give them the benefit of the doubt with Speed. Anime is a huge influence on animators and flimmakers these days, and the Wachowski's are no exception. After all, just look at the effects they pioneered with The Matrix. Not to mention the storyline was nearly straight out of Akira...

2008 should be, at the very least, a good year for geeks who love movies...