Building to world, one stick of ram at a time.

So, i built my new pc, and everything i put into it was top notch. Well, as top notch as you can get without having "Bill Gates hush hush on that sodomy thing" money. Put in a gigabyte Z68 board, a Intel I5 2600K, 64gb ssd, two 7200rpm 500gb hdd, some random drives i had lying around, and 8gb of nice n fast ram. Everything is ready to make your eyes bleed. With the exception of my graphics card. A 560ti. Now, don't get me wrong, its good, But its not "Kicked in the dick by a bear" Good.

I really liked the moral on this one.

Now, I do plan on replacing it, with two 590's, right after i can find myself a nice and easily pry-able open elevator shaft, and then i better call Saul. Whats that you say? Reddit gifts who? I've never heard of no gosh darned internet, and this newfangled internet you speak of, SO GET OFF MY LAWN YOU DAM KIDS. No, this is not an attempt to squander two 700 dollar graphics cards outta some nice soul, that just be crazy. Seriously, on the off chance you're reading this Secret Santa gent/ladygent; I will accept nothing less than a Hitori Hanzo blade, NOTHING LESS.

I will consider space stations, On a case by case basis. Lasers not optional.

So now you ask, "Is there any reason for a blog update other than to gloat about your new hardware, and to be your usual dick self?". I answer you with "Yes, this is my blog, now, go get daddy a beer.". One day you'll wise up to the fact that blogging is really nothing but an online diary where people only write the cool shit the want other people to read, in an effort to boost their image, hopefully to the "My sac is inside of a strangers mouth" level. That's the ultimate goal. Now i may be married now, but that doesn't stop me from desiring other people to desire my sac. That's pretty much been the goal of humanity since its deformed monkey fetus dropped from 'tween the first confounded Australopithecus's bowlegged, bipedal walking sticks. Just look at any great story of heroes, It always ends in hopefully successive sodomy.

"Bj's you fools!"

This about sums it up for now. I covered sodomy, pre-human birth, space stations, and bears. All that's left for my life is to grow a beard that would make Chuck Norris smear his own feces upon his body in an effort to hide from the (Presumably predator jaw shaped) jaw pube monstrosity-that-has-gained-Skynet-level-sentience on my face.Speaking of pubes, did you know a nipple hair is also called a pube (Pronounced Pue-bay)? Well you do now. Also, be aware that at any given time you shake someones hand, its quite possible they just got threw shitting, ripped threw the tp, and accidentally slipped a finger up the bung. Wash or no wash, that's disturbing. Adios muchacos! Until next time!

Get your own look Chuck.

Change is never change.

Today i bring a regular post. Not a comedic raging vent. Not a remorseful speech. Not a lesson on the correlation of mass, to gravity, as is concerned to the formation of planets from sub atomic debris from a supernova. Just an observation. This observation, is all about change, how it effects us, and how it affects us. Much the reason you, and I for that matter, am alive. For without change, there would be no evolution. Let us discuss, in depth, change.

Change is good.

To many of us familiar with Wayne's World, A young Mr. Garth Algar taught us that "Change is not good, we fear change" and that all mechanical hands that gain sentience should be smashed with hammers. While i agree with this, there is a great difference between chosen change, and forced change. With chosen change, we decide our path, look at our options, and place our destiny in our own solemn capable hands. This is the change that takes you from the teat, to a boy afraid of spiders, to a man with a fierce beard that is used to preform open chest heart surgery on non-anesthesia'd tigers. A raw man. Without change, you would have never decided to stop sucking tits, hating spiders, and sleeping all day because pimples sucked. Simply put, you changed into a better dude. You became who you wanted to be, and damned the world if they dont like it.

Change is bad.

Earlier today, i was watching a show on TLC. Mind you, that acronym used to stand for "The LEARNING Channel" and now stands for "Topographic Layouts of Crap". Now the show that was on was "What not to wear". If you are unfamiliar with it, good, I'm still a decent human in your eyes. If you are, well... I'm sorry i let you down. Anyway... In this show, they take a reasonably happy human being, look at them and say, "your a piece of shit, and look like you should be eaten by raptors.". The summarily they dress them up in "cool"(Read: Expensive) clothes, have someone do their hair, and someone do their makeup. Now... I'm not one to say that professional hair-doo-er guys, or makeup "artist's" are terrible at their craft, but check what happens next. They ask "ready to show the new YOU!!!!" to which she responds "Um... Not really...". "What?" they reply, and demand that she "Get out here!". She saunters out of the back room, clearly confused about her body, face, hair, and wardrobe.. They see this, see their work, and proclaim "Dont be sad! Look how beautiful you are", after a 15,000 makeover. I mean cmon chica, you coulda looked like this the whole time, if only you stoped being yourself, spent half a years salary on your looks, and chose the correct clothes to buy.

It made me sad. To see this woman, happy  with who she is, to be torn down by stylist "experts" (i always thought style was a personal thing, not a science that you can receive a doctorate in) because she didn't wear makeup, or do her hair in a certain way. Then to see her change herself, to conform with there definition of beautiful  and them proclaim "Now you're beautiful!". Beauty is not something you can buy. Its not something someone can give you. Beauty is certainly not a bunch a dicks slapping crap on your face, then seeing you self conscious saying "Look how good we think you are to our standards now!". End result, she changed to fit their molds, and is now miserable.

Final thought.

Change is what drives the universe to evolve. But this evolution is not on its own, its in constant pull and give with all other change, all over the universe, ALL THE TIME. Just because there are no natural predators to stylist, or magazine writers, does not mean their ideas evolved the predators away. Our ancestors did that, with knives, teeth, claws, bones, and their life's. Every time you read Cosmo, and take that advice, your punching a promethium in the face. Be yourself. Make NEW ideas, and make those who have their own fight for there prominence. Competition is the key to good change. Otherwise, in 5000 years, when the people of the future find an open your time capsule that you participate in during the second grade, and reorganize your DNA into a body from a eyelash that fell into it... You'll awake to a landscape of buildings shaped like Hannah Montannatron, and fast food restaurants that only serve pure 100% air burgers.

Don't say i didn't warn you.

A follow up, imspired by my wonderous woman.

This is in no way about changing anyone. To say that you believe in a higher power, in the form that you believe that there are things out there in the universe that we will never understand, and weren't meant to is agnostic in the classical sense. There are people in this world who believe that vaccinating your children is a sin. A sin. The bible says so. The belief in the bible, that it is a tool, to learn from and not a verbatim word of god is healthy. Every story we read or hear since birth is something we can learn from. Every movie, book, short story, campfire tale, true false and in between. I'm not out to "change" anybody. I'm not trying to murder the children. I'm not trying to say you can believe in your own personal god. I'm not saying you cant do, whatever the fuck you want to do, when you want to do it... I'm saying you cant do that when it interferes with what other people want to do. You MUST vaccinate your children because if you don’t, they will infect other children. An example of when personal choice, not only impacts others, but greatly so. http://sethmnookin.com/2011/04/06/todays-lesson-alternative-virginia-school-closes-after-half-of-its-students-infected-with-pertussis-all-of-them-were-unvaccinated/
You can do a quick google search and find tons of stories just like this. Children unvaccinated due to religious purposes spreading disease to others unintentionally and putting others in danger. Are those other kids sick and dying because that kid believes in god? No. Because his parents do? No. They are sick and dying because his parents believe so feverishly, they cannot question it. At all. "It is the word. It is the truth. God must have wanted their son to die. To be sick. Its not my fault, I am not to blame. God did it. "
THAT IS NOT WHAT FAITH IS ABOUT.
Faith is not to be about blaming things on someone, or something that cannot be seen or prosecuted. Faith is not a blanket to hide under. Faith is a highly personal choice, and should be so.
Belief in god, to explain that which you do not know is fine. That feeling in your stomach, when you know something bad has happened, and cant explain why. That moment that seems to last forever just before you almost get in a car accident. The amazingly ungraspable depth and distance and wonderment of our universe. Millions of forces all intricately in constant sway and cohesion, balance and unrest, coexisting with an almost unfathomable sublimity. The atoms in your eyes, vibrating at just the right frequency to combat the small amount of magnetism and gravitation influence that holds them together, in varying states and clusters of millions to form cells. Specialized for processing of visual stimuli in the visible spectrum of light. Light which travels at 700 million miles an hour to bombard these clusters with BILLIONS of photons a millisecond. Light which is being emitted from a artificial source. You computer, harnessing the same electric and magnetic energy that is found in the heart of stars, to precise timing, through an incredibly intricate network of silicon carbonate particulate boards, and the very speed of light. Just so you can read this. Lets not even get into the central nervous system. Its incredible. Every minute detail of it. I can go on in incredible depth about the things that are going on. All at the same time. All with incredible precision. It seems strange to assume this all happened by chance. That through nothing, there became not only something, but something so outstandingly complex. It suits many to imagine a designer for this.
A designer of impeccable skills. In this manner, the word God is nothing more that a word, for a thing we cannot understand. A word that could be replaced by anything, and yet the meaning would not change. This driving force that created everything, as it was, through millennia's uncountable, in precise order up until this very moment, would be no less wondrous if we called it gibilty gook. A little more cumbersome in conversation yes, but if we agree that we are talking about the same thing, then what's in a name? Does a rose not smell as sweet if called by another name? This form of belief is fine, for if we admit the name is not what matters, what difference if you call the creative force behind the universe god, and I call it chance? The universe will be no less splendid. The events that formed it, no different. The wonder, no less wondrous.
This belief is fine. Believing, that no matter what, nobody could ever change your mind, about any part of your belief, at any time, for any reason, is insane. If you will not change your mind, then there is not even a point of discussion, and I would not speak with such a person. I don’t care about that person EXCEPT that they will infect others. That kid who infected his school with disease, a by product of the parents beliefs and choices. He will grow one day to have his own children, who he will teach to believe. This is the passing of faith. Not the choice of faith. If you change your mind, and willingly choose to believe when you did not, then so be it. If you were born into slavery and just accepted it, then you may yet live with that happily, but I know it is wrong, That there is better out there for you.
Make no mistake, those born into religion, without the freedom of questioning it are slaves all the same. Freedom is not only a way of life, but also a mindset.

Battle stations, Battle stations! All hands to Battle stations!

I was going to start this off by saying that this is increasingly becoming my sailor diary, and then I remembered that it’s been that since its inception. Simply put, that’s all it may ever be, but that’s enough. It’s at a minimum a place I can toss all my digital stuff so I can access it easier. Haha, its something.

Onwards and upwards as they say.

One of my closest friends has been on a “militant atheist” kick for a bit, and it’s got me thinking. Now I was raised catholic, and while I can recall being a young child and praying for childrenesque things, I cannot actually recall believing in god. It’s always been a subject that I have not understood really. Not to say I don’t know anything about it, quite the contrary really, I was an alter boy, and took bible study classes until I was 14. What I do not understand is how people bought into it. I guess those priest were right for never giving me the wedding or funeral ceremonies (the ones that paid, 10 dollars!). I understand the concept, and how people would want to believe, but not the actual believers. Much alike childhood me, wishing I was adopted, and that my real parents were going to come rescue me from a life where ramen was considered a delicacy. I knew how great it would be for there to be a “god” but knew there was not. To this day I still wonder if anyone truly believes, or is just having a lapsed episode of faith remorse. They must, no body would go out and kill someone in the name of some wizard they didn’t TRULY believe existed right?

Well, maybe not…

I myself could not see myself wanting to murder someone. Sure, self defense, of course. In defense of those I love? No problem. Defense of an innocent? Yeah, I guess. Defense of someone I don’t know? Mmmm… Maybe… Someone for any other reason? Unlikely. Not everyone out there shares this moral objection I have. It serves to me to label those who would do such a thing as crazy. You can see the point in trying to make here. Those who would do such a thing, without a reason that is rational, are by definition are irrational. Irrationality is but one handful of shit away from full on asshat insane.

So this got me to thinking, that sure, there are those who would believe in a god without a rational reason, just as those who believe in murder without a rational reason. Is that to say all religious people are crazy? Yes... With all things, with exception of mathematics, there are levels here. Not all religious people are “EAT ALL THE SQUIRRELS, THEY HAVE WMD’S!!!” tinfoil hat, room full of containers of their own excrement crazy. For that level to even exist, there must be something contrasted to it. Perhaps lady who owns 10 cats who all have sweaters crazy. Sure, I won’t let her watch my kids, but she’s not hurting anyone right?

We can be too sure about that really… But we do know we can’t put both those people under the same level of care, and expect any real results. That’s to say, there is no universal cure. Some people will be born into this insane asylum of religion, other will be put their on their own accord… The end result is the same… Just a bunch of nut jobs in one place that we don’t really know what to do with. We don’t know how to handle it. Some can be treated, but those are the ones who weren’t really sick to begin with. The problem won’t go away on its own, and we can’t just throw them from a cliff like their defective babies in Sparta. How do we realistically solve this dilemma? I propose, that like all great dilemmas of our time, we do nothing. Nothing at all, hope the problem either disappears on its own, and hope someone in the future generations to come will solve it. We all know this is not a real solution, and that something needs to be done, here, now, TODAY. But what? And who will do it?

Think im wrong? Either your just ignoring the issue in your own right, or your part of the institution. Either way, you must agree… Asking the dangerous lunatic in restraints how to “fix” him is not going to have a result that anyone (save the lunatic) can consider favorable.

What do you think?

Here we go again.

So another week done, another begins. Back on the ole boat, in the ole ocean, doing some ole floating around. Had enough time this weekend to get the rest of the bloatware of the comp im usuing for the cade. 43 fucking gig's of it. Christ almighty! That fucking vongo bitch reared its ugly face too. Got all that under control, them managed to suck mame's dick, got that bitch situated. Got my stick's set up, then somehow productivity screetched to a halt. Many hadoukens were thrown, but no casing built. It was neccesary to test before i build a cabinet for it right? haha sure does cut down on my productivity though, thats for sure. Also been trying to do science in between watching that nifty show Game of thrones. Game of thrones is pretty sick, but seems to be moving really fast through the story. Science goes well, as i have goten my long time girlfriend to help build some theorums with me. This references portal 2, in case your confused. SCIENCE! Also, after being on land for almost 4 days last week, i found out beer still taste's good, so thats good. Easter came and went, pretty sure i saw a jesus bunny, and he left candy crosses on my patio. This is also the patio my dog (proxy) shits on... so wont be eating those. Shant be eating the shit that was shunt on the shat... i think. Till next time!

So the old drafts are here

Yeah, i procrastinate. SO FUCKING WHAT. Turns out, that if you rup oil on your genitals, it generates sensations. So ive been busy... Without further ado, here are a few scans i felt worthy of being put up for you guys. Ive drawn all these from memory, so some of them might not be exact, but FUCK you, its free. Hope you enjoy!!!

Link, just sleeping. I think i drew him sleeping, because fuck drawing eyes that day.


Snake, preparing to confront Grey fox. What an awesome gaming scene.


The next two are Halo 3 shots... Pretty generic EXCEPT i drew these after watching the Mutiplayer trailer once, BEFORE the game came out. Yeah, im cool sometimes.



I was prepared for this game to rape my time...

It did...

Somehow, with stubble, and a huge face scar, he still looks like a 2yr old...


Im almost 100% sure i looked at someone elses drawing online, then drew this... Thanks for inspiring me, to steal.


The bro's.


Sometimes, daydreaming about mechanics is not enough.


Rahziel. From the exceeeellent game soul reaver.


Here's Techninja... Yeah USB thumb drive caltrops... You love it.
Want to see the rest????
Even if they suck???
Fine... Here... http://stinone17.imgur.com/

The dawn of a new era

Hello world! Now its time to get down to buisness.

First post in a brave new medium. Yeah, i know, blogging has been around for a while. Yeah i know, theres some bloggers out there who write cool stuff. Yeah i know, my weiner is massive. Consider this: Twenty thousand years from now, when the earth is covered in sub-atomic volcanic ash from the "War on plants", and timetraveling Abraham Lincoln (Yeah thats right, getting shot in the head allows you to time travel, WHAT OF IT?!) lands boot first into that seedy crusted destroyed world, the few remaining pockets of human civilization will find him. They will show hime where all this mayhem started... Glen Beck...

Somehow, im sure ill be mentioned... Surely.