I'm back from AA!!!
As you can see, I put a video-tour of my room at the top of my blog, just in case you wanted to know, ya know?
AA was AMAZING. Awesome rock climbing. It was basically summer camp, but I'm still gonna see these people for the next four years! The people in my group were really cool, and I think I made one really good friend so I'd say it was a success!
One of the mornings I wrote a poem about cheese (AA has this weird obsession with cheese), and my group really liked it and they had me read it at dinner one night at the ropes course (Several groups combined at each ropes course, so probably around 50ish kids there?) and it got massively awesome applause :P
We did awards within our group at the end of the week and I got "The Dr. Seuss Award" for "Playful Poetry, Powerful Playlists" (I played some sweet songs of my iPod in the van) "and Overall Good Nature"... :)
I've got the AA banquet in an hour... that should be interesting... anyways check out my facebook pics, etc.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
The Journey
What the heck... I'm going to college TOMORROW. The car is packed, that is, everything except my bathroom, deodorant, camera, cell phone, etc.
I'm walking to college, just so that I can say that I walked to college. Yeah, that's right, I'm an idiot. But I don't care. :P My parents are going to drive my stuff up and meet me up there. At 8:30 AM.
Sooo I went to a Gymanfa Ganu today in PA. Me and my dad and Kristen. My dad was conducting. It was one of the worst ones I've ever been to, basically bc the organist was abysmal. He didn't watch my dad at all, played over the top, and played BADLY. Yecht.
The part about this I love most...
The buttery chariot flew high above the sleeping city of Utica. Reginald could barely believe his eyes. He thought he had been in Cairo! Who knew? He thought Utica to be a rather ugly city, and wondered how he could possibly have mistaken it for Cairo from the ground. He also wondered why Utica had catacombs beneath it. Squerrel understood Reginald's confusion and answered his questions.
"You're probably wondering how you ended up in what is possibly the ugliest city in the world," Squerrel started to answer.
"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it that," Reginald interrupted, " there are are many other cities which are much worse than this. Take Schenectady for example"
"Point taken," Squerrel agreed, "Schenectady is truly a horrible city. Even so, you're probably wondering how you ended up here."
"Quite!" Reginald exclaimed,"I thought I was in Cairo!"
"You were," Squerrel explained, "But my buttery chariot seems to have transported us through some sort of warp-gate."
"That's highly unfortunate," Reginald sighed, "I quite liked Cairo! Is there anything of interest in this part of the world whatsoever?"
"Well, there is one place I think might interest you," Squerrel grinned.
"Where? What is it?" Reginald asked excitedly
"It's a college, not too far away. It's called Hamilton."
"Hamilton... Hamilton..."
Reginald Said Hamilton a few more times as Squerrel banked the chariot to the left and swung off towards his collegiate destination.
~To be continued...
Oh, by the way, Tom has no freaking Idea how to use punctuation in quotes. I guess he better figure that out soon!
I'm walking to college, just so that I can say that I walked to college. Yeah, that's right, I'm an idiot. But I don't care. :P My parents are going to drive my stuff up and meet me up there. At 8:30 AM.
Sooo I went to a Gymanfa Ganu today in PA. Me and my dad and Kristen. My dad was conducting. It was one of the worst ones I've ever been to, basically bc the organist was abysmal. He didn't watch my dad at all, played over the top, and played BADLY. Yecht.
The part about this I love most...
The buttery chariot flew high above the sleeping city of Utica. Reginald could barely believe his eyes. He thought he had been in Cairo! Who knew? He thought Utica to be a rather ugly city, and wondered how he could possibly have mistaken it for Cairo from the ground. He also wondered why Utica had catacombs beneath it. Squerrel understood Reginald's confusion and answered his questions.
"You're probably wondering how you ended up in what is possibly the ugliest city in the world," Squerrel started to answer.
"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it that," Reginald interrupted, " there are are many other cities which are much worse than this. Take Schenectady for example"
"Point taken," Squerrel agreed, "Schenectady is truly a horrible city. Even so, you're probably wondering how you ended up here."
"Quite!" Reginald exclaimed,"I thought I was in Cairo!"
"You were," Squerrel explained, "But my buttery chariot seems to have transported us through some sort of warp-gate."
"That's highly unfortunate," Reginald sighed, "I quite liked Cairo! Is there anything of interest in this part of the world whatsoever?"
"Well, there is one place I think might interest you," Squerrel grinned.
"Where? What is it?" Reginald asked excitedly
"It's a college, not too far away. It's called Hamilton."
"Hamilton... Hamilton..."
Reginald Said Hamilton a few more times as Squerrel banked the chariot to the left and swung off towards his collegiate destination.
~To be continued...
Oh, by the way, Tom has no freaking Idea how to use punctuation in quotes. I guess he better figure that out soon!
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
I can't believe they're not llamas!
First Blog, then the further adventures of our toasty friends :P
Only what, five more days until I depart for AA? Gahhh I'm kinda nervous to tell the truth :\ I'm still using the same backpack I've had since I started boy scouts. It's an external frame and a piece of crap. yuck. I've got it and my college things in general mostly packed. I'm moving in Monday morning way early so there isn't much time left!
In other news, I got a new (much needed) digital camera, and have only 1 day left of work left! Double psyched :D
Katie informed me that Disturbia is based on Alfred Hitchcock's rear window! I usually hate "scary" movies; I don't understand what's entertaining about them. I guess it's more of a thrillerish take on Rear Window than a horror movie, though, so I have to see it now... She informed me that I have to watch it in a situation where she can sneak up and scare the crap out of me, but I don't think she'll have the pleasure of scaring me due to the whole going to college thing. lol.
(Yes, I realize this is all very fragmented and stuff but if you're still reading at this point, you probably don't care :P)
Too many Ninjas!
http://www.foddy.net/Ninjas.html
Awesome ninja game. Very simple to learn; only 3 controls. Very hard. Beat my score of 45! The high score of anyone is 111.
And without further ado...
From behind his back, Reginald pulled a lute, and began to sing...
While riding through a pleasant grove
One fair midsummer morn
Sir Emrys came upon a lad
His clothing ripped and torn
He lay upon a muddy knoll
And with each labored breath
There came a rattle, grim and foul
For he was nearing death
Sir Emrys leapt down from his steed
And knelt beside the youth
A mortal gash lay wide his chest
His time was short in truth
"What dreadful beast has wrought this ill?
No blade has caused this wound,"
The boy attempted to sit up
In pain he nearly swooned
"A mighty boar," the squire rasped
"The largest in the land-
Each of his bulging, crimson eyes
Was bigger than my hand!"
"I know my time on earth is short
I have but one request
Slay the baleful cur for me
Please, take this as your quest"
"As sure as Bryn-Ywen stands tall
Pledged Emrys to the boy
"I take this as my solemn vow
This boar I will destroy"
"But to what house do you belong,
That I might bear thee home?"
Alas, the boy could answer not,
His eyes fading to gloam.
Yet even as he drew his last
His hand slid to his throat
And drew, hidden beneath his shirt
A fine pendant of note
Upon the ruby pendant shone
A lion etched in gold
The emblem of the house of Rhys
A lineage of old
Sir Emrys mounted then his horse
He set the corpse in front
And sped off to the house of Rhys
Eager to start the hunt
Before three days had passed, the knight
Arrived and entered there
And to lord Rhys he sadly gave
The body of his heir.
Then to the skies rose up their wails
The sole scion was dead
"Please, stay not, avenge our son!"
The anguished father said
And so Sir Emrys left that place,
He searched each hill and dale;
Pursuing far and wide the hope
Of helpful clue or tale
O'er wooded hill and rocky crag
Through shrouded ghostly vale
Sir Emrys searched the Cymric lands
In full, to no avail
After three weary years had passed
It seemed all hope was gone
And Emrys reached once more the grove
He'd chanced that fateful dawn
He was dismounting from his horse
In hopes to have a lie
And as he glanced around the copse
Some creature caught his eye
He quickly leapt back on his steed
And took a second look
Just in time to see the great pig
Abscond across the brook.
There was no doubt it was the hog
The boy had told him of
The monstrous fiend was eight feet long
Each eye large as a glove
Sir Emrys gave a mighty yawp
And charged in with his lance
He closed in fast, his aim was true
But by some wicked chance
Before he reached the wretched cur
His horse tripped on a root
And launched his master threw the air
Right o'er the waiting brute
Sir Emrys stumbled to his feet
And in his horror turned-
The pig was readying to charge
The good knight's stomach churned
He leapt behind a fallen tree
In hopes to stop the charge
The pig's mobility was curbed
The boar being so large
But to Sir Emrys's dismay
The boar continued on
It smashed the timber like a twig
Before his sword was drawn
The knight was flung upon the ground
The giant tusks closed in
But Emrys slashed out with his dirk
And pierced the villain's skin
The boar let out a heinous shriek
And reared back in surprise
Sir Emrys quickly drew his sword
And stabbed out for his eyes
Again the demon reared in pain
Again the flash of steel
Sir Emrys stabbed again, again
Again the monster reeled
At last the boar let out a shriek
One final, dying squeal
Succumbing to its many wounds
And over it did keel
Sir Emrys slowly rose and looked
Upon his vanquished foe
With all his strength he raised his sword
And dealt a mighty blow
With one clean chop he severed off
The demon's mighty head
To bring back to the house of Rhys
To prove the monster dead
And so Sir Emrys brought about
Completion of his goal
And slayed the boar of Tyrchod-Lawnt
Upon that muddy knoll
The incredibly catchy tune ended and Reginald took a bow.
"That's very nice," Squerrel said, quite confused, "but why were you down in the catacombs"
"I just told you!" exclaimed Reginald.
"No you didn't!" said an exasperate Squerrel, "You just-"
"DO NOT QUESTION MY RHYMES!" Screamed a suddenly enraged Reginald. Squerrel dropped the subject and decided he really didn't want to know why Reginald was in the catacombs, and almost wished he hadn't rescued him at all.
Squerrel raised his hands above his head and murmured an incantation. A team of magic llamas pulling a chariot made of pure butter appeared in an explosion of flavor in front of him.
"Hop on!" he shouted to Reginald.
Together they leapt onto the chariot and sped out of the catacombs and into the night...
~To be continued
Only what, five more days until I depart for AA? Gahhh I'm kinda nervous to tell the truth :\ I'm still using the same backpack I've had since I started boy scouts. It's an external frame and a piece of crap. yuck. I've got it and my college things in general mostly packed. I'm moving in Monday morning way early so there isn't much time left!
In other news, I got a new (much needed) digital camera, and have only 1 day left of work left! Double psyched :D
Katie informed me that Disturbia is based on Alfred Hitchcock's rear window! I usually hate "scary" movies; I don't understand what's entertaining about them. I guess it's more of a thrillerish take on Rear Window than a horror movie, though, so I have to see it now... She informed me that I have to watch it in a situation where she can sneak up and scare the crap out of me, but I don't think she'll have the pleasure of scaring me due to the whole going to college thing. lol.
(Yes, I realize this is all very fragmented and stuff but if you're still reading at this point, you probably don't care :P)
Too many Ninjas!
http://www.foddy.net/Ninjas.html
Awesome ninja game. Very simple to learn; only 3 controls. Very hard. Beat my score of 45! The high score of anyone is 111.
And without further ado...
From behind his back, Reginald pulled a lute, and began to sing...
While riding through a pleasant grove
One fair midsummer morn
Sir Emrys came upon a lad
His clothing ripped and torn
He lay upon a muddy knoll
And with each labored breath
There came a rattle, grim and foul
For he was nearing death
Sir Emrys leapt down from his steed
And knelt beside the youth
A mortal gash lay wide his chest
His time was short in truth
"What dreadful beast has wrought this ill?
No blade has caused this wound,"
The boy attempted to sit up
In pain he nearly swooned
"A mighty boar," the squire rasped
"The largest in the land-
Each of his bulging, crimson eyes
Was bigger than my hand!"
"I know my time on earth is short
I have but one request
Slay the baleful cur for me
Please, take this as your quest"
"As sure as Bryn-Ywen stands tall
Pledged Emrys to the boy
"I take this as my solemn vow
This boar I will destroy"
"But to what house do you belong,
That I might bear thee home?"
Alas, the boy could answer not,
His eyes fading to gloam.
Yet even as he drew his last
His hand slid to his throat
And drew, hidden beneath his shirt
A fine pendant of note
Upon the ruby pendant shone
A lion etched in gold
The emblem of the house of Rhys
A lineage of old
Sir Emrys mounted then his horse
He set the corpse in front
And sped off to the house of Rhys
Eager to start the hunt
Before three days had passed, the knight
Arrived and entered there
And to lord Rhys he sadly gave
The body of his heir.
Then to the skies rose up their wails
The sole scion was dead
"Please, stay not, avenge our son!"
The anguished father said
And so Sir Emrys left that place,
He searched each hill and dale;
Pursuing far and wide the hope
Of helpful clue or tale
O'er wooded hill and rocky crag
Through shrouded ghostly vale
Sir Emrys searched the Cymric lands
In full, to no avail
After three weary years had passed
It seemed all hope was gone
And Emrys reached once more the grove
He'd chanced that fateful dawn
He was dismounting from his horse
In hopes to have a lie
And as he glanced around the copse
Some creature caught his eye
He quickly leapt back on his steed
And took a second look
Just in time to see the great pig
Abscond across the brook.
There was no doubt it was the hog
The boy had told him of
The monstrous fiend was eight feet long
Each eye large as a glove
Sir Emrys gave a mighty yawp
And charged in with his lance
He closed in fast, his aim was true
But by some wicked chance
Before he reached the wretched cur
His horse tripped on a root
And launched his master threw the air
Right o'er the waiting brute
Sir Emrys stumbled to his feet
And in his horror turned-
The pig was readying to charge
The good knight's stomach churned
He leapt behind a fallen tree
In hopes to stop the charge
The pig's mobility was curbed
The boar being so large
But to Sir Emrys's dismay
The boar continued on
It smashed the timber like a twig
Before his sword was drawn
The knight was flung upon the ground
The giant tusks closed in
But Emrys slashed out with his dirk
And pierced the villain's skin
The boar let out a heinous shriek
And reared back in surprise
Sir Emrys quickly drew his sword
And stabbed out for his eyes
Again the demon reared in pain
Again the flash of steel
Sir Emrys stabbed again, again
Again the monster reeled
At last the boar let out a shriek
One final, dying squeal
Succumbing to its many wounds
And over it did keel
Sir Emrys slowly rose and looked
Upon his vanquished foe
With all his strength he raised his sword
And dealt a mighty blow
With one clean chop he severed off
The demon's mighty head
To bring back to the house of Rhys
To prove the monster dead
And so Sir Emrys brought about
Completion of his goal
And slayed the boar of Tyrchod-Lawnt
Upon that muddy knoll
The incredibly catchy tune ended and Reginald took a bow.
"That's very nice," Squerrel said, quite confused, "but why were you down in the catacombs"
"I just told you!" exclaimed Reginald.
"No you didn't!" said an exasperate Squerrel, "You just-"
"DO NOT QUESTION MY RHYMES!" Screamed a suddenly enraged Reginald. Squerrel dropped the subject and decided he really didn't want to know why Reginald was in the catacombs, and almost wished he hadn't rescued him at all.
Squerrel raised his hands above his head and murmured an incantation. A team of magic llamas pulling a chariot made of pure butter appeared in an explosion of flavor in front of him.
"Hop on!" he shouted to Reginald.
Together they leapt onto the chariot and sped out of the catacombs and into the night...
~To be continued
Friday, August 3, 2007
Prologue Pt.I: For Butter or for Curse
Reginald squeezed his eyes closed and awaited his fate.
"Margerium Inceneros!" boomed a voice from somewhere nearby. The Toast-Reaper let out a long shriek as he was engulfed in a flood of burning margarine, and his soul was ripped from his body.
Reginald opened one of his eyes a sliver and saw a small, portly man wearing a white and yellow robe standing a few meters away. Reginald then opened his eyes fully and slowly stood up.
"Who-who are you?" Reginald stuttered.
"I am Squerrel Butterworth, cleric of Loaf, protector of all things toastable!" smiled the plump cleric.
"Squirrel, like the small furry creature?" inquired Reginald, quite confused.
"No, it's Squerrel. S-Q-U-E-R-R-E-L."
"Oh," began Reginald "You see I thought you meant-"
"Yes, yes, I realize" interrupted Squerrel, "It's quite alright. I'm not a squirrel, though, as you can see"
"Quite," agreed Reginald.
"I've been following that Toast-Reaper for some time," explained Squerrel, "You're just lucky I found you when I did, or you'd be, well, toast."
"Quite Quite!" agreed Reginald wholeheartedly.
"You probably wonder what I'm doing down here in the catacombs," said Reginald.
"Yes, It is quite an odd place to be wandering around," commented Squerrel.
"Well, I'll tell you..."
Suddenly, a portion of the wall slid aside, revealing a small ensemble of musicians. They started playing a catchy tune as a portion of the ceiling slid aside, revealing a midget manning a spotlight, which he pointed at Reginald, who broke out into song...
~To be continued
Who loves musical numbers? I know I do!
Anyways...
I did more boring stuff at work today, and me and Colden told Stu that we pretty much aren't making any more progress. We're supposed to work till 4:30, but we weren't getting anything done so Colden left at 1:30. I stayed for another hour till the computers turned off due to the storm and then I busted out of there.
As StrongBad once said after escaping from jail, "Sweet Lady Freedom, let's make out!"
I'm currently at what is probably my last LAN for a looooong time... I'm not actually doing any LANning though since everyone's playing WoW...
Oh and I started packing for AA/Hamilton yesterday. I also realized that I'm packing for life. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
Not much in this blog I guess, but I just had to continue the story etc. etc.
"Margerium Inceneros!" boomed a voice from somewhere nearby. The Toast-Reaper let out a long shriek as he was engulfed in a flood of burning margarine, and his soul was ripped from his body.
Reginald opened one of his eyes a sliver and saw a small, portly man wearing a white and yellow robe standing a few meters away. Reginald then opened his eyes fully and slowly stood up.
"Who-who are you?" Reginald stuttered.
"I am Squerrel Butterworth, cleric of Loaf, protector of all things toastable!" smiled the plump cleric.
"Squirrel, like the small furry creature?" inquired Reginald, quite confused.
"No, it's Squerrel. S-Q-U-E-R-R-E-L."
"Oh," began Reginald "You see I thought you meant-"
"Yes, yes, I realize" interrupted Squerrel, "It's quite alright. I'm not a squirrel, though, as you can see"
"Quite," agreed Reginald.
"I've been following that Toast-Reaper for some time," explained Squerrel, "You're just lucky I found you when I did, or you'd be, well, toast."
"Quite Quite!" agreed Reginald wholeheartedly.
"You probably wonder what I'm doing down here in the catacombs," said Reginald.
"Yes, It is quite an odd place to be wandering around," commented Squerrel.
"Well, I'll tell you..."
Suddenly, a portion of the wall slid aside, revealing a small ensemble of musicians. They started playing a catchy tune as a portion of the ceiling slid aside, revealing a midget manning a spotlight, which he pointed at Reginald, who broke out into song...
~To be continued
Who loves musical numbers? I know I do!
Anyways...
I did more boring stuff at work today, and me and Colden told Stu that we pretty much aren't making any more progress. We're supposed to work till 4:30, but we weren't getting anything done so Colden left at 1:30. I stayed for another hour till the computers turned off due to the storm and then I busted out of there.
As StrongBad once said after escaping from jail, "Sweet Lady Freedom, let's make out!"
I'm currently at what is probably my last LAN for a looooong time... I'm not actually doing any LANning though since everyone's playing WoW...
Oh and I started packing for AA/Hamilton yesterday. I also realized that I'm packing for life. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
Not much in this blog I guess, but I just had to continue the story etc. etc.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Prelude: The Toast Reaper
Reginald gaped in horror at the spectral figure towering over him.
"GIVE ME THE TOAST!" screeched the wraith. Reginald only held his toast closer to him. With a cruel laugh, the Toast Reaper withdrew a devilish fork from beneath its robes and raised it high above its head...
~To be continued
Ah, Toast. What a dramatic subject indeed.
Anywho, This is my blog, in which I will document every tiny detail about the weeks leading up to Hamilton and the first month or so of College. Should be sweet.
As you may (or may not) know, I'm currently working at Hamilton College doing research for Rome Labs on live computer forensics. What is that, you might ask? It's kinda like this...
Reginald is currently being attacked by this big ghastly wraith type character. He needs to analyze his situation.
That's kind of like what I'm doing. I'm bumbling around on a computer with a bunch of random tools. I test out the tools on the computer after I infect it with a rootkit (If viruses could be ninjas, rootkits would be the ninja viruses (actually it's virii but that sounds absurd)). I don't have nearly the technical expertise to be able to get the results possible, the tools are mostly inadequate, and it's kind of a wild goose chase.
Then again, I get paid almost $400 a week, so it's all good.
"GIVE ME THE TOAST!" screeched the wraith. Reginald only held his toast closer to him. With a cruel laugh, the Toast Reaper withdrew a devilish fork from beneath its robes and raised it high above its head...
~To be continued
Ah, Toast. What a dramatic subject indeed.
Anywho, This is my blog, in which I will document every tiny detail about the weeks leading up to Hamilton and the first month or so of College. Should be sweet.
As you may (or may not) know, I'm currently working at Hamilton College doing research for Rome Labs on live computer forensics. What is that, you might ask? It's kinda like this...
Reginald is currently being attacked by this big ghastly wraith type character. He needs to analyze his situation.
- By using his hearing, he can tell that this big fellow is after his toast.
- By using his wraith-a-scope, he can tell that it's a Toast Reaper.
- By using his WeakFreakAnalyzer he can tell that the Toast Reaper's weakness is an overly large helping of butter.
That's kind of like what I'm doing. I'm bumbling around on a computer with a bunch of random tools. I test out the tools on the computer after I infect it with a rootkit (If viruses could be ninjas, rootkits would be the ninja viruses (actually it's virii but that sounds absurd)). I don't have nearly the technical expertise to be able to get the results possible, the tools are mostly inadequate, and it's kind of a wild goose chase.
Then again, I get paid almost $400 a week, so it's all good.
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