Ka-Chan

I absolutely love it when people do that. Hearing a chorus of GOTTAM is like a silvery wine in a spaceship- gravity and all pure nonsense during a brief moment of pure joy.

You added me right as I read your post. That's so spookily well timed it's almost not funny.

Bingo. We always play with googles. We play with a strict amount of rules when it comes to protection. If you don't have googles deemed protective against the projectiles, you can't play. What happened is terrible, Wrack, so we do our best to make sure it doesn't happen.

I've had myself a nice, quiet day. Nothing like wrapping up some homework, doing some painting and reading while listening to the sound of rain outside. After having an awesome dinner of baked talapia with a variety of garden goodies, I knew there was only one way to conclude this pleasant day: A mug of creamy earl gray tea with a bit of the ultra-violence. And what better group of droogs to have a little of the ol' ultra-violence than these four extraordinary gentlemen? *I was going to make my own image, but Garys Moderator, being the annoying, revolting little thing that it is, was testing too much of my patience to spoil the evening* "HEWWOOOOOOO" Absolutely my favorite class and character. The Pyro loves nothing more than to spread anarchy and charcoal'y goodness as does your Humble Blogger. A lot of people readily dismiss the Pyro as a "noob" class utilizing M1+W as they charge into oncoming guns like lemmings. This is generally the truth. But I'm one of those few who has played as the Pyro so much that he's come to use the class skillfully. The compression blast makes the Pyro a multi-purpose wonder. As a character, I will never tire of his/her anonymity. Is he a silver-tongued devil under that mask? Or is she a generic pretty woman; or perhaps even a sociopathic old grandma? It might even be a genderly-undefinable alien under that suit! Valve, if you go with that last one I will love you forever. Sociopathic grandmother works too. I fell into a burnin' ring of fire~... "Vould you like a svekund opinion? YOU ARE ALL SO UGLY!" Easily my second favorite. What is more rewarding than bringing a near-death person back to tip top shape while still having enough time to carve a pair of joker-lips on some neanderthal Soldier who thinks he can get a cheap kill on a medic with his pickaxe? The Medic is the class I choose when I don't feel the immediate need to beat something's face in, but still manage to do so anyway. A lot of people consider battle medics a joke, but I can easily disprove that a medic can keep his whole team alive while still managing to whoop some back himself. Plus, you gotta love that German accent of his. Blitz'ed *Okay, so 20/15 isn't much, but considering these are 20 kills-not assists- as a Medic, that is something* "Hey, look! You shapeshifted into a dead guy!" When I must positively make the enemy team's existence a living nightmare, I go with the Scout. The speed, the punch and the general ability to get in everyone's hair as a disgruntled, bat flailing little leaguer. Who doesn't like that? Between that and dropping one liners that make me cackle every time, the Scout is a tricky but ultimately fun character to master. Can't argue with this "GOTTAMOVETHATGEARUPGOTTAMOVETHATGEARUP" The traditional engineer is pictured as a guy cowering behind his sentry as he ranks up kill after kill. Ka-Boom's Engineer is an eccentric little man who runs around hooting "GOTTA MOVE THAT GEAR UP" while smacking people upside the head with a wrench. The Engineer is great in both defense and offense, the element of surprise being his greatest weapon. Plus, he can dance! "CAN WE KILL IT? YES WE CAN!" So if you'd like to join me in some good ol' fashion Ultra-Violence, just add Phantomgman on Steam. IF you can handle two things. One, I'm generally a nice player except when I'm not. Be prepared for colorful and bombastic language just in case. Second, seeing as my screename is "Serious Jesus" you can imagine I throw common etiquette to the wind when on the Internet. If you're a religious sort of fellow who easily gets offended on that subject, you might find my Steam persona just that: Offensive.

Urgh. The flaregun. I do agree with you though- if it was a revolver I'd totally use it. But the way it is now? I'll take the shotgun over it any day. That's the funny thing with being a Pyro- most people suspect you to M1+W your way around but I generally use the shotgun as my primary weapon. I save the flamethrower for ambushes rather then head-on confrontations.

It's perfectly legal, haha. Heck, one of my best friends is already running his own business with them. The guy in charge of all these raids has been revealed to have been demoted in the past, so it's likely this guy isn't going to be able to continue doing this for much longer before his superiors get enough complaints.

Okay, I'm not gonna delve too deeply into this because that'd tread on the toes of Bzpower's politics policy (Say that ten times fast!) but I still felt like throwing it out there. Long story made short, a surly legion of US Customs And Border Protection grunts have been devoting an unpleasantly large amount of time and tax dollars to -repeatedly- raiding this one Airsoft retailer out in Washington. These tactical geniuses seem to believe that since these toy guns shoot plastic pellets they classify as dangerous assault rifles because, well, they fire projectiles. What's next, Nerf guns? Now, I'm not sure what brand or type of airsoft guns they are, but it's not hard to see when a general decent-quality Airsoft gun clocks in at around 200$, seizing 14 at once could very well sound the death tone for a retailer's business. The best part is these mindless grinning bulldogs refuse to give out an explanation for why they did this other than that they're 'assault rifles' . Brilliant. Either someone's taken too many concussions to the head or has an agenda here. I'm pretty sure it's the latter but I won't out rule the first either. Either way, I'm glad I don't live in Washington.

They were screenshots of me having too much fun tampering with the space/time continuum with the HL2 levels in Gmod.

Was bored, decided to browse through my picture folder, and I gotta say I find some priceless stuff in here sometimes. C'mon, you know that just looks cool. GOTTAM Uh. Surprised? ...Do I really need to say anything about this last one?

Okay so I'm eating a slightly early lunch and browsing through the paper because, you know, it's there in front of me. Front page news about some bank robber, all that gloopy nonsense that every newspaper probably has on their front page. Newspapers are cheap shockumentaries that tell you what they want you to know, I am aware- I never read them without a grain of salt. Anyway. Who is this bank robber? Some bub by the name of Luther Whocares. This genius wannabe criminal mastermind spent weeks researching robbery tactics, observing his targets to get the feel for times and all that, not to mention probably watching Reservoir Dogs a couple dozen times to figure out how not to rob people. Sounds like he was all prepped, right? Hahah WRONG. This blockhead decides to rob a liquor store. A store who's manager knows him. BRILLIANT. So yeah, chucklenuts here sticks a gun to the guy's head, runs off with 1000$ and wonders why the police are waiting for him at his house. Moron. But here's the funny part. This kid was a winner in that Extreme Makeover series on TV a year or two back. For free, a whole community builds his folks a whopping giant brand new house. He's also in the Boy Scouts and was close to become an Eagle Scout. I have no idea what that means- I tried out the Scouts when I was younger and hated all of it. But the part that gets me all tickled pink? He was a 17 year old senior homeschooler, like Your Humble Blogger. Same state, neighboring county, all that. And his name is Luther which just so happens to be the name of a character I'm playing in this film class project I'm taking. Spooky. But yeah. So he's some wealthy kid with a happy family part of an important, bland white-God and Bog-loving community who has been aided by good Samaritans and been one himself in the past. So he decides he can make off with a couple grand with a ski mask and a gun to a guy's head. Meanwhile, his atheistic, socially-depraved counterpart who loves the philosophy of the Joker and plays with airsoft guns is under the pressure of trying to become both a future artist and doctor still manages to obey the law and say hello to everyone he meets for kindness' sake. I hereby declare stereotypes extinct. Just like that, I realize things could be far worse for Your Humble Blogger than the pressure of a few classes. Suddenly, life is pleasant again! Thanks, evil twin! Even in your violent stupidity you manage to help another person!

Oh it's break alright- I'm indeed breaking.

After another grueling week of being up to my ears in work, trying to fill out job applications *Because Acme sucks* , having no contact from my chucklenut friends too busy being in California having fun and all that fun vesch, I was looking forward to getting art class out of the way. Being fifteen minutes late because I literally was finishing this latest piece of artistic torture at the last minute, I wanted to hope my troubles were behind me as next week is spring break. The prof just gave us 4 new projects. To give you an idea what I'm talking about, it usually takes me a week of at least 3 hours a day to finish one of these projects. I've now got a month's work of projects due 2 weeks from now. I'd tell you how I'd feel but that'd take too long. So I believe this picture will sum it up all good:

You know, when you've got the volume on your Ipod up loud for one particular song you really like? And then you go to change songs, the general volume fluctuates for half a moment, and suddenly it's like the sound barrier had been shattered. Then for a brief moment you need to look around to make sure your brains aren't splattered all over the place. Well I'm still looking around because a little nagging bit at me insists that I must have lost at least a pound of neural hamburger meat somewhere around here.

Break the ring Kill the worm It's time to stop crying It's now your turn Get up and do something If all this makes you churn Let them hear you scream The world will never learn It'll eat you in it's scheme Fight back, make it burn Grasp on to your dream Rend the dragon torn Destroy the jaws of the machine And turn it into what you yearn It's your choice to end what you've seen Let them see what you accomplish rather than mourn

Eh, sure, why not?

Boom-Chan? That'll do, that'll do.

It's amazing how quickly one can graze through a book on a day with clear skies and 60 degree weather, eh? Anyway, I love this novel. I saw the movie at Yankee Doodle's place months ago and found it disturbing. Now I read the story and the second time around I find I adore it- no thanks to the slang used throughout. I swear, reading that book must have given me over a dozen new words for my vocabulary. Stanley Kubrick's movie portrays it as a book of horrors, a shocumentary if you will- but the unedited full novel by Anthony Burgess really shows how it got it's name. Here's to you, Anthony Burgess; One starry veck you are. Very horroshow.