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new vid coming soon to a theater near you
2004-04-04 23:12:07
Foreword: If this journal entry does not make sense for some strange reason, I apologize ahead of time. I've been typing babble that no one understands, all night (blame it on daylight savings time, deprived of an hour that was much needed for sleep. Mom woke me up at 9:30, according to my clock. I was later informed that it was actually 10:30, which is a dangerous hour for you to be sleeping in, at Mon Mon's house. Mom is a sleep nazi. She can laz around in bed till lunch but everyone else has to be up and about by ten). Once again I apologize for annoying and confusing babble.
I am starting on a new amv...
*the 24 poor souls, who downloaded my last amv, duck and cover*
*a lone voice yells "No more! Please No More! Don't Do It! For God's Sake, Have You No Mercy"*
I promise it will be a shit load better than my last one. I got Adobe Premiere Pro.
*lone voice: It's Armagedon Man!"*
But I suppose better amv's have been created with lesser video editing programs.
If my video happens to scarr some small childeren, cause heart failure in senior citizens, and/or causes the early "unexplained" death of young people in there prime, then relatives of those dead/injured/scarred may run me out of town on a pole and then give me punishment as they see fit.
It shouldn't be all that bad though
*lone voice:"Yes it will, you bitch!"*
*cocks gun; fires*
Mon Mon: Shut up, you!
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2004-03-28 14:48:59
Last night I got bored, so I played FF crystal cronicles.
For those of you who play it, you probably know that in just about every little area thing, there's a little moogle hide out where you can get these funky stamps (I don't know what the purpose of these places are yet {if they have any purpose that is}). You also know that you can paint your moogle there (it likes to feel pretty, who wants to have their hair a natural color anyway). So out of sheer boredom (once again) I made mine bald. Heh heh
*journal readers make disturbed faces and think to themselves "Why?"* - 2004-03-19 21:18:33 The Mystery of refried beans: No one can say that their favorite food is leftovers. So just one question, if the beans were fried once why would some one go through the trouble of refrying them again instead of eating them.
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assholes
2004-03-07 13:52:19
> This is good for any assholes you may know.
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> When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it
> out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on
> someone you don't know ...........
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> I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to
> make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello." I
> politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robin Carter?"
> Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone
> could be so rude.
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>I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. I had transposed the
> last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided
> to
> call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I
> yelled "You're an asshole!" and hung up.
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> I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in
> my
>desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really
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> bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered
> me
> up.
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>When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' calling
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> would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John
> Smith from the telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar
> with
> our Caller ID Program?" He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone.
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> I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"
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> One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot
>Some
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> guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently
>waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot.
> The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so I
> wrote down his number.
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> A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole ( I had his
>number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too.
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> I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
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> "Yes, it is."
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> "Can you tell me where I can see it?"
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> "Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house, and the car's
> parked right out in front."
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> "What's your name?" I asked.
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> "My name is Don Hansen," he said.
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> "When's a good time to catch you, Don?"
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> "I'm home every evening after five."
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> "Listen,Don, can I tell you something?"
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> "Yes?"
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>"Don, you're an asshole." Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed
> dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call.
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>But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used
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> to be. So, I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1.
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> "Hello."
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> "You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.)
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> "Are you still there?" he asked.
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> "Yeah," I said.
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> "Stop calling me," he screamed.
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> "Make me," I said.
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> "Who are you?" he asked.
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> "My name is Don Hansen."
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> "Yeah? Where do you live?"
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> "Asshole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my black
> Beamer parked in front."
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> He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying
> your prayers."
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> I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole."
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> Then I called Asshole #2. "Hello?" he said.
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> "Hello, asshole," I said.
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> He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
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> "You'll what?" I said.
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> "I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.
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>I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
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> Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at
> 1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay
> lover.
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> Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West 34th
> Street.
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> I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street. There I saw two
> assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a
> police helicopter and a news crew.
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> NOW I feel much better. Anger Management really works.
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Smart one
2004-03-07 01:00:16
Twas interesting today. My mom complained (kinda) that my stuff was taking up too much space on her hard drive (not that I'm suprised). So anyhoo I checked my two main video folders. Folder #1 is less than two GB and the other one was just a tinsy bit less than 24 GB ( I wonder which one is taking up all of the space). I have a shitload of captured video but not that much (plus I wasn't about to erase everything, I'm lazy and chances are I wouldn't feel like recapturing).
The culperate was a samurai X video. Ryujin and I are planning on doing a dubbing of our own voices (plus friends). Just poking fun at it (maybe we'll upload it maybe we won't). But anyhoo previously we were having trouble with it. The video editting program didn't like the avi format it was in, so we used a different program (not as good) to render it (which was a pain in the ass, since it took about three hourse to render all of the footage, didn't even turn out that great). I had no idea that such crappy footage could take up 18 GB. Gawd
But anyhoo, it's motivated me to do some cleaning. Fun stuff
*reader passed out long ago from sheer boredom*
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