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I'm a modern man, a man for the millennium, digital and smoke-free. A diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist. Politically, anatomically, and ecologically incorrect. I've been uplinked and downloaded, I've been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I'm a high-tech lowlife. A cutting-edge, state-of-the-art, bicoastal multitasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond. I'm new wave, but I'm old school, and my inner child is outward bound. I'm a hot-wired, heat-seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice-activated and biodegradable. I interface with my database, and my database is in cyberspace, so I'm interactive, I'm hyperactive, and from time to time I'm radioactive. Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, riding the wave, dodging a bullet, pushing the envelope. I'm on point, on task, on message, and off drugs. I got no need for coke and speed, I got no urge to binge and purge. I'm in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart bomb, a top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps, I run victory laps. I'm a totally ongoing bigfoot slam dunk rainmaker with a proactive outreach. A raging workaholic; a working rageaholic. Out of rehab, and in denial. I've got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant, and a personal agenda. You can't shut me up, you can't dumb me down. 'Cause I'm tireless, and I'm wireless, I'm an alpha male on beta blockers. I'm a non-believer and an over-achiever, laid-back but fashion forward. Up front, down home, low-rent, high-maintenance. Super-size, long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready, and built to last. I'm a hands-on, foot-loose, kneejerk, headcase. Prematurely post-traumatic, and I have a love child who sends me hate mail. But I'm feeling, I'm caring, I'm healing, I'm sharing, a supportive bonding nurturing primary caregiver. My output is down, but my income is up. I take a short position on the long bond, and my revenue stream has its own cash flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds, I watch trash sports. I'm gender-specific, capital-intensive, user-friendly, and lactose-intolerant. I bought a microwave at a mini mall;I bought a mini van in a mega store. I eat fast food in the slow lane. I'm toll-free, bite-sized, ready-to-wear, and I come in all sizes. A fully-equipped, factory-authorized, hospital-tested, clinically-proven, scientifically formulated medical miracle. I've been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped, vacuum-packed, and I have an unlimited broadband capacity. I'm a rude dude, but I'm the real deal, lean and mean. Cocked, locked and ready to rock. Rough tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide, I got glide in my stride. Drivin' and movin', sailin' and spinnin', jivin' and groovin', wailin' and whinin.' I don't snooze, so I don't lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hearty, and lunch time is crunch time. I'm hanging in, there ain't no doubt. And I'm hanging tough, over and out.
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A 1997 movie called Airboss. I was at first intrigued by the plot. Terrorists stealing a prototype MiG stealth-fighterjet and the USAF cleans up the mess? Potentially awesome. I should have been more aware that I got that DVD in a "4 for 5 bucks" deal and to faintly hope for a good B-movie in the action category was delusional to begin with. So here's the story: Terrorists break into a military facility to capture said super-duper stealth-fighter. Except, "military facility" must be translated with "shabby warehouse" and "super-duper stalthplane" with "something vaguely plane-shaped under a piece of cloth. So aparrently new stealth plains are hidden in warehouses. Interesting. Afte the plane-theft we are introduced to our hero. A Navy flight instructor blaming himself for the death of a young pilot-learner. What really happened that she died in a planecrash I dunno, but he blames himself. Let's leave it at that. Then the man is called back into active duty by an old pal because of the new stealth plane on the loose. Our pilot-ace is sent to fly recon over the middle-east to find the terrorists base and is promptly shot down by our ghost-jet over the desert, which, first seen in action, is far from being a) stealthy, b)new, c)Russian. Actually they used stock-film-material from an American F15. At that point I abandoned all hope. Captured the hero is taken to the terrorist base, which oddly looks like a set of an medieval castle. Oh well, guess they had those too in the middle-east. The top-terrorist closest assosciate, a pretty blonde woman immediately falls for the captured pilot after seeing him chained in a cell and immediately helps him escape from the base, which is guarded by only one person. They run from the base, outrunning the jeeps in pursuit, which can be taken out by one salve of fire from a cosmic magazine Ak47. Let's look back: Pilotace was shot down over the middle of the desert. Desert. In the escape, it takes them 5 minutes on foot to reach the seashore. Must be one heck of a small desert then. Just as our pilots sergeant (who didn't like the hero in the beginning) comes in a helicopter to pull them out, blonde woman and him decide to fall in love. Anyway, now the heroes must find the topterrorist. After an incredibly stupid tank-battle the bad guy hops into his non-stealthy stealth plane to flee the scene. Pilotace steals another plane in the hangar, which would be a Mig or Sukhoi, since we are in former soviet union states. But no, the plane is an american F4 Phantom. Next comes the dogfight showdown, which is resolved by the hero thinking: "Oh since I can't see the bogeyman, I bet he is right behind me now, so I'll release a bit of fuel which will blind him and make his plane explode. Anybody wondering how that might work: Don't bother, this is a bad C-Movie after all! And now my favourite part: Our hero stole a Mig, which was an F4 Phantom. Now it suddenly changes colour in midair: to a bright red special livery. Isn't that snazzy for a victorious fighter-pilot. But the incosistency doesn't end, oh no. He returns of course, back to the aircraft carrier, but the plane landing is neither the grey F4 he stole nor the bright red F4 he flew there: It's an F14 Tomcat. So, it doesn't really get worse then this. It's a bit like a Michael Bay movie, except without the sponsoring by the military and the spiffy effects and the actually good actors.
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No! It's a flying lawnmower!
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...they called him Bonsai. Plus, LK says I look like Komas ^^
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Sooo, as some of you know I made an entry about Crysis, the most awesome FPS for PC out there (and a piece from german software-smithies ), around last year. I've played through the game several times now, but something went missing after a while. Though I played on 1280x800, I couldn't put in any better shaders or shadows, not to mention particles and rendered light. But after some experiments I gave up...until I got Asassins Creed. Now, there I played on 1280x800 as well but had the same problem: No FX possible. Until I reduced the resolution to 1024x768 and lo and behold:There came the effects. Which gave me the idea to try the same with Crysis/Crysis Warhead). And it worked. My resolution for those two currently is 800x600, but who cares when the game looks freaking awesome because of it!
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Thursday, June 4, 2009 Whoa dood.
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Sooo, I checked the E3 trailers. Apart from el seniore Ezio Auditore di Firenze, our Hashishin decendant, we also return to to a galaxy far far away with the old republic, but, the ultimate thing I am looking forward two are our Nanosuit-clad friends Nomad,Psycho and Prophet, back in action on the Lingshan Islands
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...we are tonights entertainment!
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Lookie: Inappropriate image removed. -Kohaku
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So, April 1st has come and gone. All my property is still intact. So is my dignity. Another April 1st survived without a prank. To everbody who fell victim to this most holy day of pranksters: My condolences.
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...but you haven't graduated yet. I'll upload some more pics later.
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No. Not an actual saying, just a songtitle by R.E.M. Anyway. I was looking through the basement a few days ago and found my dads old guitar. Or not his guitar, just a guitar we owned. Anyway, I tuned it with some help and maybe if I invest enough time I can actually learn to strum a little. It's just more difficult to switch chords then I initially thought. And before any of those of you who actually play guitar for real feel inclined to give me tips: I've really just barely started. ^^ Anyway, keep save everyone (yes. Everyone.)
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Not mine, but darn hilarious!
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I am waiting for march. Then the new Bionicle sets will be available here over S@H. Speaking of shop at home... The new republic gunship from Starwars is mine now. Send in the clones!
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...a friend found the most amazing video and revealed one of cinemas greatest mysteries! Watch it, you must. Do, or do not. There is no try. Excuse me while I royally lol.
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Just in with the news:
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Toa of Kenn just linked me this: A TV special on the inner workings of Bionicle It's a german TV feature on the design and production of the 2008 Bionicle sets from start to finish, including the reaction of the kids that test it. Get a unique look at the Prototypes. And to wrap this awesome short entry up: My favourite statement has to be the little boy that says "Before the only had sword, and now there is weapons that can fire...like pumpguns. Bang Bang, you know!" Explains a lot if you ask me. -VF
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Just a castaway An island lost at sea Another lonely day With no one here but me More loneliness Than any man could bear Rescue me before I fall into despair I'll send an SOS to the world I'll send an SOS to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle (Message in a bottle) A year has passed since I wrote my note But I should have known this right from the start Only hope can keep me together Love can mend your life But love can break your heart I'll send an SOS to the world I'll send an SOS to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle (Message in a bottle Oh, message in a bottle Message in a bottle) Walked out this morning Don't believe what I saw A hundred billion bottles Washed up on the shore Seems I'm not alone at being alone A hundred billion castaways Looking for a home I'll send an SOS to the world I'll send an SOS to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle (Message in a bottle Message in a bottle Message in a bottle) Sending out an SOS... -"Message in a bottle", the Police