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   Tuesday, January 06, 2004
Today, I took my daily jaunt to the art room, where I hang out now, because the school computers are run by fucking morons (Seriously, I could run their servers better than they could, and I know nothing of networking.) and it takes roughly three periods to log on, give or take an hour or two. Anywho, I have to keep this short, because I am working on two posters that are due tomorrow (Yes, I've had weeks to work on them.), so I don't know if I'll have time to write a formal update today. If I don't, do not fret, for it is stewing in my brain. Smells alot like cabbage.

So today I was in the art room, and I started doing my posters. I had to pick people who represented the characters from MacBeth, and Santa Claus was King Duncan. Kind, Benevolent, older than dirt, it seemed a perfect match. But who would be crazy enough to want to kill Santa, like MacBeth kills Duncan? Joe Stalin, former dictator of Russia, and sporter of a fairly impressive 'stache, of course! The only Stalin picture I could find was about a quarter of an inch square, so I had it blown up a few times. I used 400%, and had a spare at 200%. Having nothing to do, I folded the 200% into the classic paper airplane shape, and glued the original Stalin (the picture has just his head) onto the side of the air plaine. I then wrote "The Official Joe Stalin Airplane. (K) Kopyleft The Fancy Lord Slade, Grand High Chumble of Leet MKIIITM." On one side. The other contained the phrase "Note that I do not support Joseph Stalin, nor the inept government of Russia, or any government really, but most of all dictatorships." So naturally, I left it sitting on a table for anyone to read.

This has been my Jake of the DayTM to the class. I am now officially a Paladin of Discord and Just Plain Wackyness. I must needs to go now. Zelda 2 is calling me.



   Monday, January 05, 2004
Ok! Dig that mofo here. I'm going to try to write something tomorrow; It's just that today I had to do two weeks worth of English journal entries that were due two weeks before vacation. (December 13th.) So naturally, I was ready to attack anything that asked me to discus the syntax and diction of a particular author's work, or write at all, really. Uh, you can go now. Just read the damned comic already!

Black & White is the best game ever!! Fnord?



Well, I've been rather busy, what with my presents, and homework and all. But I'll have you know, that instead of playing Black & White, like I could be doing, I'm working on another low-res comic. Sorry, but you'll have to deal with that until I get around to writing something about the new year.

Also, I'm beginning seriously working on my hopefully super awesome spiffy fantasy novel which will hopefully be unlike all of those Tokieny spinoffs. But damn it, it's hard to make a race that loves nature without being accused of ripping off the Elves. It's not my fault he used a similar idea in a similar genre. Hopefully though, that will be the only similarity, if I can help it. And don't worry, there are other races which are totally out of my head.

And get this: Xeno has already asked to make a Pen & Paper RPG out of this project, before it's even started! It's nuts, I know, but if I can finish this thing and make it decent, then I'm going to help work on the best PPRPG ever. (I hope.) That's all for now.

"Beware mu, for it is the path of nirvana, but also death. Seriously, if you're so busy wanting nothing, how are you going to eat, huh?" - The Fancy Lord Slade, Grand High Chumble of Leet.



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