Today was brought to me primarily by Pepsi. I drank some water on accident while brushing my teeth.

I’ve been losing weeks too quickly as of late, partly due to the laziness of the warm weather and partly due to the distraction provided by school being out for the summer. Work is to blame for everything else.

This coming weekend is bound to be hectic as friend Adam Pope is flying in for a week of adventure in Kansas City. I had hoped to try and compile a list of wacky adventures but currently have only come up with a Red Line Chemistry concert and an art exhibit that has something to do with Hallmark and will involve the Becky and Steven. And this also reminds me that my swiss cheese brain has failed me in remembering to call Pope to find out when his flight is coming in. Drat.

I’d also like to thank television for eating up more time in the past month than it has in years. I managed to get swept up in 24, House, Boston Legal, The Ultimate Fighter, and Scrubs. I’d also like to thank commercials for becoming zanier. Between the Calico Colored Guinea Pig, the Starburst commercial where a guy gets his arms melted off, and the Element vs Crab commercials, marketing has become a lot to deal with.

I spent a good part of the day at UMKC trying to map out graduation requirements. Things look a little hairy, but with some tutoring help and some petitioning I might be able to test out of or bypass some of the lame ass classes on my list. I’ll also have to slap together a few portfolios to prove that I know how to use computers to make art and that I have some sort of design saavy so that I can place into junior/senior courses. I think the former will be easier than the latter but with all the enthusiasm the art program seems to have behind it they might just think I’m some sort of deity. Not having an ego hasn’t helped me through school thus far, so perhaps trying to maintain a bloated one will be more to my benefit.

Someone at work had asked me if I ever wondered if people made fun of me when I wasn’t around. If that is indeed the case I’m flattered that I’m important enough to be consuming their precious brain cycles. I have my foothold in the collective unconcious. Buy Sullivan.

This post’s title is brought to you by Earthbound. There’s no better rpg gamer pastime than to give your characters ridiculous names and hope for mad cap mad lib antics to ensue. Aside from maybe the endless hours of grinding and neglecting hygiene and getting fat off of pizza and soda. The mad libs thing is a close second though.

So I worked on a sketch for a bit too long and it became almost finished. Thusly, I give you art.

Over the past week I’ve made two trips to UMKC to try to get some things in order for the fall. This coming Monday I might even schedule some classes when I have an actual meeting with an advisor. The process will feel much more real after that and I’ll have to come to terms with the fact that I’m in this until the end. I’ll major in art with a focus in graphic design, and possibly have marketable skills afterwords. I’ll have student loans to be paid with the money I will earn through the job that my degree has qualified me to have. I make it sound so glamorous. I guess it will be a step above living life from one distraction to the next, another habit that will have to be broken on the path to functionality.

In the interest of sleep, this post is over.

So I once met* Christy Hemme.

“Who?” you ask? Or at least that would have been my reaction at the time had someone pointed out that this licentious-looking E3 of ‘04 booth babe was, in fact, Christy Hemme. Later that summer she would debut in the WWE as part of the DivaSearch ‘reality show’ contained within RAW, where shapely women competed for a chance to become part of the WWE family. She would then go on to be featured in Playboy Magazine in Feb-Mar of 2005, which kicked off a rivalry with female WWE champ Trish Stratus that went through Wrestlemania 21 and beyond.

But at the time of our chance encounter, she was a no-name model for hire.

Now I can say I knew her before she was famous.

* I use the term met rather loosely, as our interaction involved mostly ogling her at the playlogic booth and then snapping a photo while she posed. Tis the spirit of E3…

Long time no blog.

A few more nights of this graveyard shift stuff and I should be back on a normal schedule again. Between the dust from demolition, the long nights, the meals consisting of any combination of candy, cookies, nachos, crackers and washed down with energy drinks and the general disuse of self I’ve started to feel a little on the dead side of living. My life cycle as it stands consists of the previously mentioned work regimen, supplemented by captain crunch and re-addiction to final fantasy tactics advanced during my off-hours and sometimes during my lunch breaks. It’s alright. I’ve got a ninja and a dragoon/templar, a blue mage who has a learning disability and an assassin in the works. But that’s neither here nor there. Time to do a blog dump.

I came home this morning to find that godaddy had called me yesterday to see how things were. I become aware that my hosting provider has called me more than most of my friends have. I chuckle. I also kind of wish I had been awake for that call.

Mattie: although you’ll probably never read this, I had to work during your party on Wednesday night. No harm done I hope.

I’ve gotten two myspace friend requests in the past two days from non-people. One represents a band called broken poets, whose music didn’t seem bad but also didn’t seem all that intriguing either. The other was from the dorm of the dead, which is a movie claiming to be a 20 year old male human from Tennessee. With a tag line of “WHERE MEAN GIRLS MEET DEAD GIRLS!” you know it’ll be good. I’ll have to watch Mean Girls first so I can make an educated comparison.

Pope: That email you sent out about the Cthulhu game came bundled with a googleAd that linked to cthulhuthemovie.com. I’m not sure that the trailer looks good but at the very least it seems to have the potential of being similar to an update of the cult classic Wickerman, which was an amusing romp through the world of pagans. It even had Christopher Lee as a creepy guy. That’s street cred. In addition, thanks for sending me this gem.

Rob just called me mid-type. The summary of our conversation was as follows: If playing video games won’t prevent you from being a pedophile, then just be a pedophile. Otherwise you’re wasting time.

Time for some break-dinner and a few ounces of pedophile prevention.

but the thought sunk