JINZONINGEN 73

Egad, you're practically still a fetus!

Which side hurts? *BOOT!* There, now the pain is symmetrical.

Set it on fire. Your brain's no good to you if it freezes, right?

Lordy lord. I can't even... All those sets I bought in MEGA multiples on clearance...

I can't believe that's the lead singer chick from the band "Garbage". Freaky.

And... and it loves youNOWRIPOFFIT'SHEAD!

I'm luckier than you. Oh... oh man am I so luckier.

Bah. I'd say "One" is MAYBE better, but not Puppets. Puppets had that kind of kiddy, "I'm so tough!" kind of nerdiness like you'd expect from 80's Anthrax and others. Welcome to the Jungle is all kinds of well-polished awesome. Which is funny, cause Axle's such a twiggy-lookin' picture of wimpiness... making the fact the song is that awesome that much more awesome.

Pop the Dalek head off and give it to him. No one in the greater Lego community pays attention to Bionicle anyway. No one will notice.

I'd probably get worse. And I'm the sole Moderator of a Bionicle forum on a different site. It's all about the parts, baby!

01/23/09 I dreamt i was in a poopy urban town of crime, but was needed to run mathematical junk on an outdated adding machine. Well, it was a city, but I was walking on a woodsy trail just a few blocks on the outskirts, where people go to do stuff they don't want people knowing about. I felt like I was me in this... even at one point realizing how stupid it was to be doing other people's work when it's just a dream world of THEIRS. Much more happened, but I hadn't jumped into my dream yet to tell me to hit "record". When I finally did arrive to talk to myself, the first me already felt too much cool stuff went on for hitting record NOW, so the dream was a loss. (Woke up briefly, went back to sleep.) I dreamt I was coming down market st, stopped at a light and messing around with a balloon I'd drawn a goofy face on... a black dude on a cycle a car or two back got whizzed as it bopped by, squeezed it then put something up to pop it lol. I dreamt i was traveling with some people, stopping at a junky store run by an asian lady on the outskirts of a town. They had used toys and i picked up some, one tiny $1 baggie containing some Lego minifigs with sand green robin hood caps. Later in the dream was me finding an old Beast Wars board game or something... the only thing left in it being a stasis capsule with trans purple canopy and an optimus primal figure with an ID4 alien pilot inside it... pretty tiny figure, non-transforming. Very junkily made. I dreamt there was a Toys R Us with Blade action figures... many weird things... only like 2 different Blades in the series. with tons of other strange, gimmicky characters. There were many a cool old transforming type robot, even some vintage Microman stuff, but no, I was looking for Blade figures. And just like when the first Blade movie figures were out, getting the more detailed, more weaponed Wesley Snipes one was being difficult. I dreamt of coming down Market St. and seeing a giant, technological blimp coming out above the mountains... it was very textured, may have had commercial writing on it, windows almost like a "bridge" area... then to turn this inset ribbon of like blades started spinning close to the outside of it's "tail", like some deep sea fish do. Immediately following it's turn, Jetsons type flying vehicles started to swarm from down that street (like where the local cab station is in this town)... we left to go down what was like the main highway here, RT.61, and entered the mountain to feel out the situation in a bunker type thing. One lady I didn't particularly trust told me that it was something... I forget the name... Nova or something.... and that it was a "normal" thing to be seen crossing the ocean (as if it were a normal, exotic, commercial vessel)... Later I was walking down Market into a no-man's land with 2 younger people... we went through almost a tunnel and I observed scorch marks on the road... a fire had been set and was put out, then it's remains scattered over about 30 feet. I noticed a stub of partially burnt paper... indicating that it was in fact documents from a credit service someone had burned in a big pile. We kept walking and went to the left, entering a type of woods-laden "block" from where I ued to live. We rounded the corner to walk down the dirt road, which had boulders off to the side... I walked up the boulders for the heck of it and noticed a melted thing on them... it appeared to be a soldering iron. I picked it up but the thing was thoroughly damaged, unusable, unfixable. Through all this dreaming I was at points possibly female and definitely short, younger, but possibly just "smaller". 01/24/09 The Clone Wars (lol) Guy and his Padawan are sent to a planet to secure SOMETHING. They make their way through brushy fields and into some thin woods. They make it either where they're supposed to be, or very close to it. Federation droids are pursuing them closely, but they're safe for the moment. The master feels things are going to get ugly soon, so he orders his Padawan to sneak back into and beyond enemy lines to get to a rendezvous point, possibly their landing craft to call for reinforcements. On the way, he is stopped by 6 or so indigenous creatures... they come rolling up in a ball, then stand erect. (Lol, they're like that toothy puffball, awful CGI character seen in the Special Edition of Return of the Jedi... except they can stand up tall.) (NO WAIT, they're actually more like the awful thing in The Dark Crystal.) (In any case, they're BOTH freaking ugly Muppets.) He makes some kind of understanding with them even though they're not talking his language. He realizes if these creatures are still alive this far back where the enemy's been, that their ship probably hasn't been compromised... leaving him time to go back and help out his master. He returns within a few yards to where he left off, only to see his master blasted from afar. He turns tail while his presence is still unknown and returns to his ship. A republic vessel out in space gets his transmission. The ship's interior is HIGHLY technological. There's thin, glowing blue circuitry lines EVERYWHERE, even in the floor. The metal or whatever is all very dark. Very 80's anime. The person answering him is a much more buff Amidala looking chick in a dark and yet silvery robe which goes great with the surroundings as if technological in itself. Sitting inside a solitary com room, he tells her how everything's hit the fan where he is. She orders him to go see some allied princess... but there's ever so slight a treacherous tone as she describes he will be helping her with her "cats" (as in like, he's going to be eaten?) ...but he doesn't pick up on this. The republic woman leaves the com room, telling the head Jedi there what the deal is (or at least her edited version of it). They're about to jump to hyperspace, so com rooms are off limits for the moment. Regardless, she enters another one, kneels in the center and calls up Darth Sidious, kissing his butt and putting herself down respectfully in his presence. "This is your loyal servant, if you can still find it to call me so" ...that kind of stuff. He gets briefed with what's going on with the Padawan and tells her just to sit tight and await further instructions. She exits, then goes down the hall to a room where it's safer to be be seated and strapped down during hyperspace jumps. (Maybe because the vessel is so technological, hyperspace is more awesome somehow?) The Jedi master comes by, ready to yell at ANYONE for using a com room at the last moment, but turns to an old woman exiting one instead of yelling at the traitor. "You are NOT supposed to use those this close to jump!" She silently acknowledges having broken a rule while at the same time having a face of condescending arrogance. As the old woman exits into a different "jump room", the Jedi looks at the traitor and mumbles something about, "OLD people." He leaves her but feels something wrong as he walks down the hallway. The special ship they're on (or some larger mission) is having problems as far as some plan goes, so the Jedi goes into a room to quickly get a moment's meditation. He calls on older spirits of Jedi for clarity, going through names... "blah blah, Obi Wan, Yoda, blah blah, blah blah... ... ...Wait. You... What are YOU doing there?!?" Apparently the truth of the situation is revealed in the fact that the Padawan's master has wound up side by side as a consultant over in the spirit world. Then I wake up. (Something messes this dream up from perfectly being an episode of Clone Wars. Obi and Yoda are dead already lol.)

I, just for the heck of it and to test my theory, "asked" to be able to do that. However there's NOTHING stopping you from giving your subconscious self commands like these to work on without realizing it. The reason you opened yourself up to do this could be so abstract you may never know. And that's okay. Well, here's the big question... Is that bad? I mean, what would you be doing if you HAD a little control? What would you be doing if you had FULL control? It'd stop being a dream, that's what... like pausing a movie you're watching and then sitting there with a pad and paper to write the ending. And that sounds boring. Likewise, if dreams are supposedly a tricky way of the brain adding things to your character by sending you a surreal letter... total control over it's presentation would be like not reading the letter. And that's terrible. So, just go where it takes you without fighting it too much. I'm not sure what disorder you speak of, but the body certainly seems to play on vivid or limp-wristed dreaming. For instance... PIZZA. With a belly full of the stuff BOOM. ...Bigtime dreams. Now what the heck DIGESTION IN THE STOMACH has to do with freaking dreaming in the head, man, be my guest. Though it sounds like your subconscious self might be trying to tell you something. Maybe the sluggishness is it saying you're not moving fast enough... and with the ever-changing stuff going on, it might mean "not moving fast enough in the direction of knowing who you are, where you are, or what you want". Abstract, yes, but... With these dreams I've been writing down here, I've told myself to focus less on yelling in my ear that they're dreams and more on simply REMEMBERING them. Which is more cool? Having a dream you were able to control and exit, or having a dream you can type up for all to see? Yeah, exactly lol. I could certainly do both, but why risk it by stacking a (pointless) command atop another, y'know?

Tahu X Onua! Really, what other drive is more powerful in a human than that?

Ran Ran Ran Ran RanRanRan RanRan Ran Ran Ran Ran Ran Ran Ruuuuuuuuuuuu! I think their food is both hideous and yet yummy. And inexpensive. And that as long as their website clearly showcases their previous, current and following Happy Meal toys, I'm good with it (no matter how insane the rest of it is). ::posts pic of maternal Ronald and is instantly banned::

How funny is it that Lego says purple is dead, but it's still showing up in new sets? Maybe they heard a million voices cry out in agony? I like those "Build Your ARMY!!!" packs. Look at that Stormtrooper one... you buy it for like 11-12bucks and can then turn around and sell the black trooper on a site I cannot name for like 7. It's like... really cheap sets. : p

Had a dream awhile ago where me and someone else had a toy spacefighter for action figures. We had two action figures in the cockpit area side by side. The dream had other stuff going on, but the long and short of that arc was that SOMEONE had swapped out one of the tame, boring, human figures for a slightly more beastly one. It seemed we understood it was somehow done by a person not from earth. A few days ago, I had a dream that picked that aspect of the other dream back up. The "other guy" (who was very much like Setsuna from Gundam 00) was serious and professional. Apparently, the figure had been put into the toy as a kind of message from some other race offworld. He put another "normal" human action figure in the cockpit and again, the next day there were swaps. At some point, either the US government or the aliens themselves brought him up into space where he was briefed quickly on how things work and how the fighter craft he was to pilot worked. There was SOME cultural exchange, but not a heck of a lot. It seemed if there WAS some kind of advanced culture, he was really only there to fight, which while calm and reserved, he was somewhat enthusiastic about. As I recall, he did get some quick enemy engagement time with some kind of enemy before being sent back to earth... and before me waking up. 02/21/2009 Seems it's my turn again at this particular dream place! Me being me, I was VERY interested in the action figures dealie. I took out a larger, more monster-like figure from the toy's cockpit, but left a pilot with a removable helmet in the other seat. Next day (or at least, "later"), there was now a duplicate pilot sitting next to mine lol. (The pilot figures both supposedly "meant" something, possibly the alien's true appearance... like a human except for what I think were 2 teensy horns on their head, so tiny they could probably use a human's helmet.) This swapping went on some time when finally I expressed (To who? Not sure.) to someone that I was interested in going where the other guy had gone, so I could help them fight. I'm brought there soon after by a beam. So I'm here at this makeshift, cratery moon base these guys have, only everything's not going all slick like it had when the dream had the other guy as the star lol. I'm still wearing my junky clothes, no one's really doing anything to acquaint me with how things run, or the enemy, or ANYTHING. I go into a very mall store-looking structure alongside the base (which has assorted typed of terrestrial and space vehicles mobilized). In one of the white rooms, there's T-shirts displayed on the wall like you'd see in a hot topic store. There were youthful aliens there, dressed up in 80's punk getup, all of them. They seemed to know I was some invited off-worlder, but they were too much getting into the "attitude" of 80's punkers to bother helping me be treated like I was there lol. I got the impression that the store was a total sham... just a facsimile of culture on earth used to teach these aliens a little bit about us. I also got the impression their appearance was fake too, modified in some quick and easy way (Horns hidden maybe? More?) to avoid having to bother any "guests" with the time-wasting task of assimilating that these people are aliens. Done less to keep an earthling at ease, more to save time, for they were just there to fight and only kept people about as long to do as much. I wanted 2 things... to locate the flight suits area so I could be that much closer to being as cool as the LAST guy who was in this dream place and to also get around to studying the whole action figure thing that was going on. (There was some kind of brief, ongoing communication between me and earth... no idea what it was about.) I don't think I ever got into space, but I did find my way back to their base of space operations. However, I was given or chose to fight at their world instead. And fighting was weird, done remotely at times. ...Probably a means of not showing humans too much. (Again, maybe to save time or perhaps they weren't truly the "innocent" party.) I had a digital map of the main landmass where this war was going on. It had very 8-bit, cartoony head representations of what was their successful footholds as well as the (far less, but growing) territorial footholds of this enemy. I made some military decisions of some sort, ones that ENTIRELY avoided conflict towards a skirmish on the upper part of the map.I thought it was funny it was called a "war" when both sides were so peaceful as to somewhat allow an enemy encampment to just pop up right next to theirs. I have NO idea what the "laws" of this fight were like, but they were anything but straight-forward physical force. At some point I wound up back at the base and went to another (1 of 2?) of these "store" looking units, right next to the first one. This one was more an attempt at a convenience store layout, but like the clothes place, I believe the walls and most products were white and that there were no ceilings, possibly just an environment of "air" sustained through a weird bubble of some sort, like magnetics or something. AAAAnyway, among all the boring junk was... ah ha! The toy section! It was a bit of a letdown though. There were no action figures (darn it). There was only 2 kiddy-looking robots on the shelf, both sitting in that shallow box type packaging in an L shape. They seemed IDENTICAL, except one had gray upper legs and such where the other was more white. It was a simple toy with a robot that looks a lot like Clank from Ratchet and Clank, except hunched over. His main body was just a block, but he had a moving arm and turning head / moving jaw... maybe light-up eyes. It was junky... I knew it would be. I pressed a button to hear it's phrases. First, with a HORRIBLE, run-down battery voicebox type way, "Jiiiiinzo Niiiiiingeeeeen". <__< Seems me and the other guy were mildly celebrities in some way. Go fig. I totally forget the second phrase it said. The third phrase it spoke more clearly... and it said it fast, in fast-talking comedian kind of way. It was an AD! It was like, "Go to (I forget) dot com for your (forgot this too) needs! I mean come on where ELSE you gonna' go!?!" I played it a second time and again was bored with it's terrible voice feature execution. I replayed it's first message of saying my name but was just like, "Oh HECK with this!" and exited... a little burned I never found the rest of the action figures. I was going to do more cultural observing, but was back home before I knew it. That was pretty much the end.

Too simple is ok. As long as it doesn't come with a custom ego.

The whole reloading thing is neat... very neat. The front of the gun makes me think of THESE: http://www.angelfire.com/mech/paperandglue...matoharlock.gif

::flies past Titan:: FOR SCIENCE!!! ::tosses lit road flare towards surface::

Horse-speak. And you just cursed BIGTIME, potty-mouth!

Hmm... never noticed this contest. Maybe ah cain whib sumbdin up real quig.

Wow. And I think they meant the Washington Monument too, lol.

Dangit, I'm going to collect and post these every time someone ELSE says, "I'd hit it."

By "new sets", do you guys mean 2008's stuff or the Glatorian?

Sleep deprivation experiments yield wonderful and often shockingly frightening results... if one is paying attention during it. I look... ... ... ...heck with it. Too easy.