AHHH yet another video that reminds me of things we did in high school. We had brawls like this, right down to knocking a sink off a wall with each other's heads (And Will getting wedged and stuck under the toilet)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KS7dgsf-heg
And we wound up putting Marlowe all the way through thhe wall. His parents took it surprisingly well... nobody took a bong upside the head, though.
Gotta love a good brawl ever once in a while. Pulling towel rack bars from your shoulder... bits of door and drywall out of your ass... thinking your nuts are swollen and find out it's only a door knob... either that or your nuts are where a doorknob once was.

Okay, so I finally spring for a big gnarly hard drive for my PS3. I go to back up the stuff I have on file and am all set. Problem is... it's not working. Backing it all up... on a flash drive? It's telling me with the backup part of the menu I need 27.8 more GB. So I think to myself "Maybe it's just a matter of saving the games to flash drives." so I do that just fine. Pop out the old hard drive and pop in the new one and...
"The system was unable to start. If the problem persists..." or something to that effect.
So... how do I back up my system? Why isnt the HD being taken by the console? I mean... I was told to back up the system on a flash drive but I called everywhere and nobody even heard of a memory stick with a 30GB capacity and all they had were mirror drives, which might or might not be compatible withh the PS3 software (Probably not since I don't initiate the file save on those, they do it themselves.)
The old hard drive still works okay, though.

Hadda get a new phone. (Sorry, I don't give the number out. Personally I hate telephones.)
Anyway...
it's a smartphone and called an Omnia II. It's about the same size as an I-phone. It's a Windows powered phone. Still exploring but I can do Youtube, Deviantard, so on and so forth. This should be entertaining, it should make lunch times go faster.
If I need it even has a navigation thing. I chose the Omnia because it has a 5 megapixel camera and it was free. YAY.

But not if the Z has a / and a 28 after it.
Took my niece's boyfriend for a ride in the Camaro today. He's a tuner enthusiast and he just recently gotten a WRX with computer work, exhaust, intake, and he suspects a few other mods. He always said his WRX would probably be faster.
Today he is rethinking that. Because I gave him a ride (He doesn't dislike the Camaro. He's always liked Meanie.) But when I got on it and looked down and said "Eh, 75." before I popped it out of gear for a red light (I need to move the center console back just a smidge. I'm worried about damaging it, shifting into 2nd and 4th I'm slamming the shifter into the console)
"Seriously?"
By the time we came around he was beet red and quiet. I think I scared him. I also made it clear I never really got on it since it still needs an alignment and since the front wheels are basically pigeon toed it creates more drag.
He also didn't hot rod his Scoobie out when he left like he usually does. If he wants to beat me he's gonna need a turbo upgrade at least, maybe cams. Which is kinda sad since Meanie is prepped with all stuff that was available since the early 70s, aside from the HEI ignition system.

"So... Will... ya think between the two of us we could throw Marlowe into the corn?"
"Yeah, but he'd probably land on someone." (Actors hide in the corrn)
"True. That's how sex happens."

AAAAAH that magical time of the year! All the haunted house attractions are getting going and it's time to go out and do some haunting of our own. Tonight was classic, not to mention a first in almost a decade and a half, where my buddies Marlowe and Will were able to go together.
Sure, it's fun to get together with the guys. But we're not going to the haunts to get scared for that adrenaline rush... we went to fuck with the actors. Love us or hate us they WILL remember us! Now, Lone Wolverine can testify to this being in my nature. Best part is... they all (but maybe one) will fondly remember us. So here are the key players.
Will, standing in at 6' even and weighing about 160 pounds of tall lanky long haired wild eyed meyhem. Will, like the rest of us, has done time in the looney bin. Unlike me, his stint was more of the wild and crazy as opposed to self loathing and depressed. FOr example, he was strapped to the bed and wanted to roll over onto his stomach but they wouldn't let him. So he dislocated both his arms and did it on his own. Will IS a really good guy. One of those friends that will be there for you when you need him. He's got two kids and is doing a better job raising them than most.
Marlowe... about 5' 11" and... let's just say he's rather large in diameter. Big, bearded, and stereotypically crazy Irish. He's got a big heart, but a lot of insecurities.
Me, 6' 5" 265 pounds of long haired mean natured attitude. At least... mean natured if you're into foxy boxing... anyway... I have a unique sense of humor as I'm sure you're all familiar with!
So first we go to City of the Dead. Heavily inspired by Left 4 Dead, you go through a number of small buildings with their own subjects. A garage, a bakery, a dentist... all with a zombified way about it. They work to make you feel small. In the streets you can look up a few stories into the air at the buildings. Some zombies are big dudes on stilts to make you feel small. I was taking point, so I missed the fun since the actors likeed sneaking up from behind. The dentist had a good moment. Marlowe was in the back and the zombie dentist comes up behind him and growls about pulling his teeth. Marlowe pulls his cheek back "Yeah! I got a bad molar!"... the zombie kept in character. He shined his light in his mouth and reached in (sorta) with the pliars. I don't know how he got out of the act. But I know Marlowe and Will were cracking up!
When we hit the Corn Maze was when we hit our glory! Definately inspired by the SAW movies you walk in to a room with a guy trying to get out of a box, pleading with us for his life. Jigsaw comes onto a TV screen telling us the man didn't live in a way to appreciate life and it was up to us to decide if he lives or dies. A light shines on an electric switch that says "DIE" on top and "LIVE" on bottom. Will studies it, and begins snooping around for solutions. You can't get out of the room until you do something so... I chose DIE! I grab the switch and slam it into die mode. Strobe lights and electcity sounds play as I proclaim "Aint I a stinka!" and the guy in the box "YOU JERKS! DAMN YOU! I WILL KILL YOU" and so on. The box opens and he gets out and chases us a bit, we're laughing like loons! Two actors in pig masks (Like the SAW movies) and I say "I smell bacon!"
So we're going through the maze, brushing off the actors with jokes and such. A smaller guy in a clown mask comes out and does a staredown with Will. Now, Lone Wolverine knows I do this, I can make my hands fart very real fart sounds. So while they're in the staredown I get behind the clown and *FRRRT*. Will lost it, "Dude... you don't blink do you. But I swear... you just crop dusted behind you and you're gonna smell it in that mask any minute now! Seriously... you're tryin' ta act serious and I'm trying to act serious but my eyes are watering!" Marlowe and I are rolling, my sides hurt, it was great!
So we move on, laughing our asses off. We run into a guy who was a taller guy, about a half inch taller than me. He gets into Marlowe's face growling and grunting. "Uh... you're pretty big. But he's bigger! GO GET 'IM RICH!" and he gets behind me. We stare down like prizefighters and I'm trying not to breathe in because he needed a mint... and then it hit me... MINT! We're virtually rubbing noses and Will says "Dude... he's wearing lifts to make him taller." and then I make a kiss sound. "Dude, thanks for the breath mint!"
Marlowe and Will LOST IT! They hit nearly hit the dirt they were laughing so hard (Still, Will's coments to the short clown about "crop dusting" took the cake)
SO we continue and as we round the corner we hear the big guy laughing and clapping. *smooch* "Thanks for the breath mint!"
Then it was Marlowe's turn again. Jason comes around the corner weiling a big gnarly knife. Will says "DUDE! Lemme guess! Anger management issues, right?"
Marlowe: "Yeah... yeah. I know how it is. I tried anger management too! It just made me more angry."
Will and I nod in time as Marlowe describes instances, Jason nodding in time. I could hear through the mask he was REALLY stifling a laugh! "Well... try and have a better night. If that doesn't work then FUCKING KILL SOMEONE!" so Jason nods and waves goodbye.
Then the best part of tthe night. We're outdoors in the maze again, we come to another building. Rave clown music plays, smoke pours out of the room, and a green laser shining through the door to disorient us shines. We notice right across the path was a white chair with the laser pattern. We all stop dead, and are completely mezmerized by the chair. The clown inside is ready to scare us, but... we're just standing there. "Th' fuck?" he watches, and watches, and we're jjust totally into that chair. So he comes up behind.
"Hey... what... what are ya lookin' at."
"We're looking at... the light. The trails man... the trails..." Will says.
"It's... just a fucking lazer." the clown says.
"Yeah... but... it's fucking... AWESOME!"
"IT's... just a laser on a chair. We have lasers and chairs all over the place.
"This is the first laser... ON a chair... we ever seen."
"You guys are high, aren't you?"
Of course... we weren't. But it's not like we were gonna let HIM know! "Well... you smell high. But don't worry... I WONT TELL ANYBODY! Come in side and play!"
So we're laughing and enjoying ourselves as we follow him, two more clowns jump out and "Hey... wait... you don't have any chicks with you?"
We all just bow our heads in shame, "No. Nobody likes us." (ALL on cue like we ALL were thinking the same exact thing.) "Yeah... we're losers."
"Well you can come in and have fun with US!"
So remember folks! Go enjoy some haunted house attractions. Know it's all fake, follow all the rules, but fuck with the actors!
OH YEAH! I forgot one. In the maze we came across an insane asylum. SOmething all three of us were familiar with. Strobe lights and a techno mix of Rob Zombie played as actors behind glass walls acted like they're insane. The three of us start rocking out and partying and it annoyed the actors so much they turned off the music!

I noticed that former friends and acquaintances are having more difficulty getting activity than I am. Though I do have a lot of luck with people finding me, I also notice my enemies trying to surround my former friends.
I wonder why that is? Perhaps more people are enjoying my Hugh Laurey "House" approach to life than their... British version of The Office.
"Well... I thought The Office was rather funny."
"Yeah, in an unclever round and geeky sort of way."

Been feeling kinda edgy lately. Sort of like that last time I had that... you know... break. I just feel the need to strangle something... but I have nothing to strangle. Tried a Dr. Pepper can... actually managed to bust the sucker open doing it. (Messy).
Now, I aint gonna go strangle anyone or do ANYTHING like it. We all know how one of those foxy boxers I'm always pokin' is pretty much scared of everything and everyone and everything anyone ever says is some sort of threat and how much they love to tell everyone that it was a threat so their friends can coddle them. Only time they're not afraid of everyone is when everyone is having sex with them online... and that explains a lot.
So no, it aint a threat in any way shape or form. Check into a clinic... I don't hate ya that bad. Lay off the drugs. It's making ya loopy.
Yes... for those not in the know... there is a person who pretty much likes to twist my comments into some sort of threat so their friends feel sorry for them. They have yet to figure out that I know better than to cause anyone any harm without being attacked physically myself. I see a common... and extremely disturbing... trait in them and most people LIKE them. They're more dangerous to society than I am.
just pray I never hear that you're doing something illegal because I will gladly turn your ass in if it means I don't have to see the art for a while. So nyah.
Anyway... if I seem quiet or unresponsive... or if I seem snappy and edgy... it's cuz... I'm edgy. So I'm gonna be over here being crabby, researching some shit, and other shit. Cuz I feel like shit.

Slammed me head in the Camaro's door. It hurt. Only got a bit of a welt so far. At least the car is okay, no damage done.

It is good to be out in the garage turning wrenches and screwing on Camaro...er... yeah... turning screws on the Camaro.

Everyone knows I love a good rant. And as I write this I can virtually hear the people who frequent my gallery slapping their foreheads. But I got another point to make.
For the new folk, I'm a boxing fan. I grew up with boxers and other forms of fighters. Many have touched my life in great ways! All of my grandfather's boxed (I have a step-grandfather), my sister competed in Martial Arts, my mentor was a kickboxer and did MMA before there even WAS a UFC. I even dated for MANY years a lady who boxed, and I still love her. So to me it's something I feel very passionate about. And there are people in this art community and others that go out of their way to twist and pervert the sport. They turn it into some sort of sexual side show. Even when it was pointed out that it's an insult and when they are faced with the damage thier mentality does they CHOOSE to continue disprespectful and lecherous activity knowing full well what they're doing. If people think I am obsessed about ending their twisted behavior you should see how obsessed those people are. Hundreds on top of hundreds of illustrations they either have done or commissioned having spent OBSCENE amounts of money on. And it is the only thing they post... period. Erotic combat is everything they are. It consumes every fiber of their being. And I have lost friends (Well, I have pushed freinds out of my life) because those people romance these friends. They're so friendly. Thhey're so nice. They're so sweet. These former friends are obviously piss poor judges of character. For one thing, I aint a prize catch in friendship. For another they fell for their bullshit, hook... line... and sinker.
So... something last night hit me. So let's put your own feelings as an example. Especially if you're of a more ethnic background. Black, Hispanic, Italian, Asian, so on. I have friends all over the world, of all races and religious demoninations. I do believe each and every one of you are very proud of your heritage. You SHOULD be! I know I am!
So... lets say you run into someone who goes on about how sexy your people are. How they love your people so much they draw and commission art of your race. Sounds flattering, doesn't it? So you check out their gallery, wanting to see how they see the beauty of you and your people. And what you see is nothing but artwork of every negative stereotype of your race. They devote thier artwork and seemingly their LIVES to exposing everything unflattering and they PROUDLY pretend to be one of you... only in a bad light.


How do you feel? What would you say?
That is what they do. They take the sports and every bad thought the athletes would have, every bad thought a fan could have, they put into pictures and express proudly to the world going on about masterpieces, about being friendly and caring and loving. How they do nothing wrong, even though they have been demonstrated to WHY what they're doing is wrong.

I know almost everyone who watches me (And I know the erotic boxing clans have spies watching me.) I think you pretty much already get me. But maybe if another erotic boxing nutjob sees this they'll think before faving and commenting erotic boxing artwork. Don't fave the art, don't comment on the art. Don't watch them. Don't even visit them. They may only be a single termite in the colony destroying the foundation of humanity... but you have to start somewhere and these lecherous FUCKERS are breeding. Let's squash that bug.

Well, today was the first successful cruise of the Camaro! Aside from realizing my guages aren't working (The console cluster on the shifter) It's probably simple, a bad ground wire. I had to pull all the wiring when I did the carpeting and I might have pulled something. Everything is analog but the temp and fuel.
Took it and gassed it up, hot about 110 MPH in a couple places before I realized it's squirrely because the steering still needs aligned so I backed off. Took mom for a thrill ride, it was her car originally, having come into the family from my grandfather's used car dealership in 70 or 71.
It ran nice, did what I told it to, pulled the plugs to see how the carb is running and it's looking GOOD. Perhaps a TAD rich but I'd rather be a tad rich than a tad lean. (Rich meaning the engine is getting more fuel, lean is not enough. If you're running lean the mixture of fuel and air burns hotter and can do anything from preignition to even burning a valve... that's bad.)
Still some things to do... but they're all little things. In spring i'm getting new wheels, rims and all. I'm going with Cragar 390 series rims and soft rubber tires. I want to go with cross drilled rotors and better calipers, too.
Not sure what the 0-60 is on it... but 60-110 feels instant. We topped it out once (Muscle cars get spooky at higher speeds. 160 MPH the Camaro feels like it's front end wants to lift, like it wants to do a back flip. I have done a few aero tricks to help but still...
But the real thrill is knowing the power is RIGHT THERE... but a smooth growl at a cruise. The frame feels solid, especially for a subframe car. I wanna tie the subframes together and put an X-member in to stiffen up the chassis. People say Muscle handles poorly, having driven a couple little tuners I know what they mean. I have no power steering, and it's old style equipment so the car feels heavy in the corners. But it will corner nicely if you know the manners of the car. The Camaro has SO MUCH torque that even a little bit of throttle around a corner and the tires break loose and you go into a spin. I even moved the weight back a little bit (Well, a lot. I moved the battery into the back, lightened up the whole front end, and the drivetrain is a bit lighter.) and it still will swap ends if you don't know what you're doing. That's where the stickier tires will help.
My goal is to hit a .8 lateral G on the corners. I've seen them get upwards of 9 but I don't wanna make any modifications that can't be undone. Really aside from tires, alignment, and larger sway bars is all I really need... aside from learning how to drive the car better.
So yeah... that felt good!

Ever have one of those days where everything just felt... strange? Like... the sky looked funny. THe clouds are yellow and black like some sort of strange storm is coming through (Probably pollution and a storm)
The air feels thick and heavy. Almost like you're in water...
Weird little things are happening. Like a few blocks over a flock of ravens cirrcling over a house. BIG ones, too. Like a bad omen. THen I drove through a swarm of bees, yet... people simply walking in the area weren't bothered at all. Lady on the sidewalk next to me on her cell phone as I drive through this cloud of large swarming insects (Not sureif they were bees, but it was a swarm and they were about bee sized) and she never got hit or anything.
I feel like... Alan Wake or something. Is this reality or am I still asleep? Am I even real, am I just a figment of you're imagination? The keets... they're quiet... they're just sitting there like... they're thinking. They're not playful or social... they're just... there...
the silence of everything aside from the rolling thunder and unusually bright piercing light from the lightning...

Yup... here's the culprit right here.
http://hotrod-302.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d1x8fjx
He was being difficult and tore my pectoral muscle when I was trying to get him put to bed! Mean little squab.

Okay, so it wasn't HIM who did it. In the mornings I go into the next room, uncover the goodfeathers, and carry them in the cage into here. At night before bed I carry them back out and cover them up. I'd let them stay here all the time but they squabble all the night for "The good spot on the perches" which is anywhere the other is perched. (I think the male wants to cuddle and she doesn't.)
So I lift the cage and it's stand and start carrying the two squeeky squabs... and it felt like a rubber band snapping in my chest...
gotta put the little squab on a diet. No more doritos for Birdie!

Okay... so got into a pissing contest with a tuner turd.
Now, keep in mind, I don't hate tuners.
I just hate most of the drivers.
I tried to get a philisophical conversaton going with a guy who had a Honda Civic. I was impressed because his little Honda had a full roll cage and when I asked what he had going on under the hood... B20 naturally aspirated, true cold air intake, computer. No cams or anything as I asked "Sleeves? Turbo? Intercooler? Nitrous?"
He will be running Nitrous, probably a Zex system. I figured he was shitting me, probably lying so I wouldn't know what he REALLY had. The car itself was kind of poor. But you know, lot of people can't afford to go fast AND look good. SO they choose to either go fast OR look good. So he was being a dick when he found out I like American Muscle.
"Shit... dude... American cars aint where it's AT, knowhasayin? It's ALL Japan, bro! Sports cars are just mid life crisis cars. Muscle cars are just compensatin' for havin' a small pecker! Trucks are for hillbillies and lowriders are for broke ass homies to feel all like yuppies."

"So... if American muscle cars are compensating for having a small penis... does that mean tuner drivers are just trying to convince the world that their small penis is sexy?"

Turned into a shouting match. I wasn't going to come to blows wit this kid. It'd be my luck he was a 17 year old and being rather large and agressive I'd wind up being the bad guy. Finally he gets into that Honda and begins to smoke the tires... sorta. One tire spun, but the other remained perfectly still and the spinner didn't have enough on it to actually smoke. It was more like dropping the clutch at redline and "Chrpchrpchrpchrp"...
he probably spent more on that roll cage than he did on under the hood. So I know a busted ass Honda on that side of town that will be finding itself a Camaro snack.

It would be at this point I'd be starting to worry about permanent damage! Youre right CHEEK needs a BRA at this point...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4GF5A5bX4U&feature=player_embedded#!
You know those foxy boxers I have so much animosity for? They should hang their heads in SHAME for two reasons.
Reason #1, not a single one of 'em has the kind of dedication to push through that sort of thing.
Reason #2... they're probably fapping themselves silly over this.

SO... even though I got this computer in working order again, I went ahead and got a new HP. 17" screen, 4GB ram, 320GB storage, plus an added GB ram for graphics. I got a pretty decent deal on it, saved $170 on it and there's a $50 mail in rebate.
So... anybody got any pearls of wisdom to share with me about Windows7? I haven't even started setting it up or anything. (Got yard work ta do.)
As for this ol' beast I'm on now, I'm keeping it for a travel companion/backup. I'll clean everything out of it aside from the basics, clean, tune, and other stuffs.

Not sure exactly what did it, I did EVERYTHING at the same time. If I had to get a new computer I needed to know almost right off the bat.
Here's what I did...
I downloaded like... three malware and spyware programs, plus some antivirus things. Then I did a system restore, plus an upgrade on my antivirus.
So... hopefully the new antivirus settings will hold up. I like this little old computer. It may be old but I never had any real major issues aside from this and needing a new fan which HP replaced for free even though the warranty was up.

Got a computer virus. It works fine in safe mode, but it just gives constant "Such and such file is infected" every time I try and open any program. I have antivirus and I'm running it in safe mode again, for the second time. Norton apparently isn't catching it.
So Monday I'll have to take this thing in to be fixed. Or maybe I should just break down and get a new computer. I get this green sheild in the taskbar that goes on and on about something being wrong with my computer and the files are infected. It happened right after checking Yahoo Groups.
What a piss me off.
I'd try and just reformat, I do have full file backups. But the problem with that is... Microsoft doesn't believe in giving the disks with the computer. You probably have to do some sort of retarded mail in "Give us $400 and we'll send you a reformat disk" thing.
So I'll be less chatty for a while. But I will be back. I hate to spend all my money on a new computer, though. But then... how much ya wanna bet it'd cost a small fortune to reformat, too.

Recently debating with one of the folks I butt heads about foxy boxing with I mentioned something I have seriously considered.
An OATH!. See how many of Sierra and Prowl fans would be willing to put it in their signatures or profile.
"I am a boxing FAN. I appreciate fighters for their skills, sacrifice, training, and the entertaining shows they put on for us. I hereby announce that I find foxy/erotic boxing distasteful, disrespectful, and just plain wrong. I hereby promise I will never fave a picture of a boxer in any type of sex act. Boxing topless, unless the character is male, will never grace my faves gallery. This is swear."
You know why it would never happen?
Because even those who keep their art clean and agree... have already faved nudie erotic boxing art.
Yeah... I think another sliver of me just died.

Why do I feel like the squirrel in this video... and all the foxy boxing nuts out there are... well... her.
http://www.illwillpress.com/WEBZITE.html

We had a rain storm and the power went out. It wasn't a power surge, and I have a very wicked protector. However... somehow when the power went out it killed my DVR.
Fuck. I know they'll replace it no problem. I just... really hope they let me install the unit. Because... well... they're going to take one look at the rats nest I call "Wiring" and laugh their asses off.
Not to mention the setup I have they'll know I'm recording shit to DVD.

No, not ditch the Camaro. You all should know me better than that!
Well, I NEEDED a carb heat spacer. That's why I have had trouble starting on a slightly cooled engine. (If I stopped long enough for gas, it would start fine. If I let it set a couple hours, it would start fine. More than ten minutes, no starty.) Gas was perkilatin' inside the carb and it was squirting gas down the intake manifold, of course, flooding it. So I put a 1/4 heat spacer on there that should stop that. But the problem is... that fancy ass ram air intake I created doesn't work now because that spacer put the carb too close to the hood. I can't close the hood. So for now I'm running a regular style air filter, K&N with the flow lid, and that is on another spacer to put it up into the scoop for cooler air. It was literally trying to fit a triangle block in a round hole.
I will use a rubber mallet to gently coax the opening inward so it doesn't rub anymore. Shouldn't be noticeable.
Put the biggest baddest mofo battery Checker's/O,riley Auto Parts had with a much better reserve charge in case I gotta crank on it a while to get it started.
Also got new plugs. Just good ol' fashioned AC/Delco because those Bosch Platinum 2 plugs are garbage. They foul out if they get too wet, like if you have a cold engine you're babying without a choke.
But yeah, aside from that the Camaro is ready for road rage! Still need that alignment.

This will get limited response because I'm betting most of you never seen the movie "The Losers"
SO... for those who have...
Which of "The Losers" are you?
For me it's either gotta be Pooch (Transportation & heavy weapons) or Jensen (Comms & Tech annd sense of humor)
I already know what Addlesee is gonna say.