Deep words from Keith Olbermann

I viewed this 9 minute special report for the first time today during my Mass Media class. A special Report by Keith Olbermann on George W. Bush's admission to torturing detainees at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. Is torture justified? Maybe. Do the ends justify the means? We have been safe from terrorist since 2001. At what cost? It just keeps going and going and the answers depend on ones one ethical and moral inclinations. Take what you will from this video, I just wanted to make sure you check it out.

I don't believe President Obama will be placing ex-president Bush on trial any time soon, but maybe he should. To push forward the idea that no one is above the law in this country.

Ferro Fluid.

I think ferro fluid is a pretty cool guy, eh becomes spikes and doesnt afraid of anything.

a little story I wrote up on my phone...

with the help of a thesaurus and a sidekick.
untitled.



As he strolled into the Tattoo parlor, Saru understood something wicked had gone down. In the 6 months in which he had been a patron of the "sons of anarchy tatoo and piercings", it was in no way ever this empty. No bubbly, bespectacled receptionist, no thunderous, insufferable bouncer drinking a Corona. Most notably, Pritt was nowhere to be seen.
Saru gradually paced towards the back room where he had last seen all 6 feet 130 lbs of her. She reminded him of Demi Moore in G.I Jane or Motoko Kusanagi from Ghost in the Shell; A muscular, beautiful brunette, with a strong voice and a deep sense of charity. Any other person would have immediately turned Saru away on the spot.
There he stood, in the unchanged room where he was 2 weeks prior. He felt privileged to be Pritt's first client in roughly two years. Saru was stunned she would convey so many hours and so much black ink into the intricate puzzle that was now his full sleeve tattoo. Saru would spend a complete hour gawking at the jagged, M.C Escher like patterns running from his wrist to his underarm.
Saru was suddenly struck with a deep sense of dread. His legs felt bulky, his eyes shot from one part of the room to the other. His chest gave off an irregular pattern, as if he had caught one of those Asthma attacks his mother used to catch back in the days. But he had no time to reminisce. The room had been overturned. Blood splattered against the walls, the sturdy tattoo table in which he previously lay on had been broken apart. Pritt was nowhere to be found.
"Where the fuck is the phone?" he ran towards the receptionist’s desk, but to no avail. For a moment, Saru had forgotten this was a shady, gang organized tattoo spot. "Why the fuck did I ever come here in the first place!?" then he saw it, it had caught his attention like nothing before. It was a bloody footprint, smeared about 2 feet in front of him. It leads towards the bathroom.
6 feet tall, brunette, tone ripped tattooed arms sprawled across a marble floor. Pritt was dead. "Oh my god...P...who could have done this?" he cautiously walked towards her cold, unfamiliar corpse. Not wanting to be blamed for the shit that had occurred on this auspicious morning, he used some saran wrap lying next to the body to carefully divulge the woman’s face.
It did not resemble anything Human In the slightest. If it wasn't for the dated tattoos and the black leather tights, Saru might have tricked himself into believing the woman he met not a year ago was laying there deceased. Her eyeball socket was hollow. Her nose caved in. Distinct crimson and orange blood pooled in the exposed jaw. Saru was appalled. He took five or six steps before his vomit covered the bathroom floor. He couldn’t think of what to do or who to call, but Saru knew he had to get out of there immediately. It was as if he felt this demonic force behind him.
Saru dashed out of the parlor so fast his mind couldn't process right. He did manage to catch a glimpse of his right arm reaching for the door handle of the tattoo parlors entrance. It took him three attempts until he actually grasped the damn thing. That's when it caught his attention. His eyes finally stopped jittering from side to side. It was unmistakable. Under his wrist, hidden between the fresh tattooed lines, there lay two words. Help Me. Saru ran with all his might...there was an evil air around the entire parlor. He knew it would follow him where ever he was headed.


yeah.

TATSUNOKO VS CAPCOM

OMG WHAT IS THIS I DONT EVEN




Okay. I need this game. that is all.




no its not. Tatsunoko VS Capcom is another cross generations game created by Capcom, this time with the anime-production company Tatsunoko. Yea, I never heard of them Either but they are responsible for such great and classic anime shows like Speed Racer, Casshern, G-Force, and (the one I am most exited about) KARAS!

heres a little clippity clip.


I hear its button scheme on the Wiimote is such that anybody can pick up a remote and enjoy. this is a big plus for Me, because ilove Street Fighter but hate getting my ass kicked by somebody who has the freaking combo's memorized.
Big points to Capcom for bringing in some characters who have been shunned too many times in the past, they could have easily shoved every SFII character in there, but kept it modest with just Ryu and Chun-Li. Also Mega-Man Legends! woot! (I think i am the only person who even likes MML).

Cant wait for this one to arrive Stateside. later.

Forgive Me, Blog ;_;

for I have Sinned....


It seems I have ignored my blog for the past couple of months. But who can blame me? I'm going against powerhouses the likes of Wired, Kanye West and stuffwhitepeoplelike.com.

while I inderstand that I will probably get errmmmmmmm 1 visit a month, I'll try to provide at least some updates on my free time [when it isn't sucked by Persona 4]
You see, I am back in school. Finally deciding on what my major should be (Communications) I'm back to my usual study-work-sleep-study-work-sleep routine.

So Bare with me please!

I'm Back :)

hey friends, I'm back from my 3 week trip to the Dominican Republic. I had so much fun, I cant wait to return in February for the Carnival. for some reason, all this talk about going green and the environment and the presidential elections bullshit just makes me think how better the simple life is. In the Dominican republic there is no care in the world when your riding horses, diving off cliffs and hitting up the local clubs. and the FREEDOM!!! here are some pics...

LEAVING ON VACATION!!!!

(catch ya later nyc)

Vacation, alienation, Japanamation, munka, kunka, naked lunch, Hawaiian Punch, fruit juice. It's not funny!!!- Haruhara Haruko

hey everybody, I'm finally taking my well deserved vacation, I've had a 2 week vacation from work for one entire year, and I haven't been back home since 2004. so I will be taking advantage of my little break and Boogying to the Dominican Republic for an entire month :)

I have all the bags packed; all my cool-but not too cool that I Wouldn't risk messing- up-sneakers packed, Zune mp3 player with all my shtuff, handy dandy digital camera, shirts and whatnots. I guess I will take pictures along the root, and post them up here for your enjoyment. Pray for me! and since I will be travelling via jet blue here is an awesome video which makes me want to depart even sooner
death cab for cutie- i will possess your heart.


BEE ARR BEE