Apparently, Leeroy Jenkins has become an international star akin to Star Wars Kid. I must admit, I still find the video to be hilarious, both due to Leeroy’s spontaneous up-and-at-’em battle cry and to the seriousness expressed just before by Leeroy’s raid-mates.

I sometimes wish my name would make a good battle cry. Maybe my net-name. Steeeeeel Buuuuuddhaaaaaa!

Brian’s was spot on. Mine makes me seem more of a hermit than… wait a minute, I guess that’s fairly accurate. Brian got Power-ups, though! I want a power-up.

Your Birthdate: March 16

You’re incredibly introverted and introspective. You live inside your head.
You spend a lot of alone time meditating and thinking.
People see you as withdrawn, and at times they are right.
You are caring and deep, but it may be difficult for you to show this side of yourself.

Your strength: Your original approach to thinking

Your weakness: You tend to shy away from others

Your power color: Pale blue

Your power symbol: Wavy line

Your power month: July
What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

UPDATE: I am a moron.

Czeltic Girl says this is OFN, but these haircut reviews made me chuckle and they should do the same for you. Besides, I need to put up something wholesome to wash the taste out of my mouth from that last post.

And the innuendo just gets worse and worse…

But, a post like this comes once in a lifetime (if you’ll pardon the language).

Talking Head Vibrators. [all links NSFW, adult content]

A sample from Big Tony, and some other samples.

And for the narcissist, Make Your Own Recording.

How did I come across this, you may ask? Now, I will pardon your language. But a co-worker was on a lunch outing with someone who let slip that he was involved with this company. Curiosity raged and everyone had to find out more. Eventually, one of us found this portfolio site and we knew we had struck gold.

Apparently, the fella was a little too forthcoming and open on this outing, revealing not only his vibrator business but that he was once on Elimidate, impresses girls with his cooking either on the first date or as an apology when he blows them off, and loves “dumb Milwaukee girls.” The co-worker unfortunately trapped with this individual was obviously insulted. “I’m not even from Milwaukee,” she said, with a due sense of irony.

Cat and Girl comic today makes me happy and sad all at once.

Maybe they should call it Catharsis and Girl. Heh heh… oh God.

Fox cancels Arrested Development. David Cross knows why. [quicktime, 3.8 megs] Movie stolen from here.

So does Peter Griffin.

Peter: Everybody, I’ve got bad news. We’ve been cancelled.

Lois: Oh no, Peter! How could they do that?

Peter: Well unfortunately Lois, there’s just no more room on the schedule. We just gotta accept the fact that FOX has to make room for terrific shows like Dark Angel, Titus, Undeclared, Action, That 80’s Show, Wonder Falls, Fast Lane, Andy Richter Controls The Universe, Skin, Girl’s Club, Cracking Up, The Pitts, Firefly, Get Real, Freaky Links, Wanda At Large, Costello, The Lone Gunmen, A Minute with Stan Hooper, Normal Ohio, Pasadena, Harsh Realm, Keen Eddy, The Street, American Embassy, Cedric The Entertainer, The Tick, Louie, and Greg The Bunny.

Lois: Is there no hope?

Peter: Well, I suppose if ALL those shows go down the tubes we might have a shot.

As yet another thing that I have done that sounds impressive and yet is not, I was invited to judge Review Writing and Computer-aided Adveristing Design at the annual Journalism Education Association Write-Off. While I wanted to tell people about this, to assuage some of the anxiety of my underqualificaton, every time I would try to casually bring it up, I felt like I was bragging.

I wasn’t. I was just terrified to do it. Sure, it is only high school kids competing. Yeah, I have decent copy editing skills and a sense of what it takes to make good advertising and theater review. But, at every moment I felt like I was just one slip away from being exposed as a fraud.

My high school journalism teachers and mentors, the Sandys, did an admirable job building me up to myself, but their friendly inflated opinions of me only carried me so far.
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I might have to put this on my site, since I never re-coded my old Firefox lecture on here. This might be more effective anyway. After all, what’s a blog without flame wars in the comments?

On second thought, I’m not sure if this is entirely legal.

Explorer Destroyer – Switch to Firefox, Make money from Adsense

Subversive lego t-shirts are now on my list of objects of my desire.

A nearly unrecognizable build of osCommerce, too, which is impressive and right up my alley. Bravo, Kego Tees.

Caltrop:
Time to cut all my ties
Time to shed light on the lies
Time to leave this town behind

Freedom; it’s not freedom
Shouldn’t freedom feel more liberating?
Principles never make for happy days
and it it pride or is it justice
or just stupidity?

Am I weak-willed or a tyrant?

To not be stepped on, I have become a caltrop;
Small and hard and sharp everywhere.
But a caltrop can only keep company
with other caltrops.
And they never have much to say, living all in self,
keeping everyone else at bay.

—

Journal:
So where do I begin? It’s difficult to start and even more so to know where to start. After all, when you can’t see the end of something, how can you tell when it really began?

I suppose I’ll first expunge the contents of my mind at present. You see, much of my brain is occupied with tasks, vast lists of things still left to accomplish before I can relax. In reality, the list continues to grow in proportion to what is completed, so there is never really an acceptable time to relax.

I am left feeling like every free moment spent on something enjoyable is stolen from my responsibilites, and while that can often increase the thrill, my adult mind continues to peek its head into my fun and remind me that there is still much to do.

Occasionally, I gain perspective and realize the insignificance (bordering on futility) of my daily work. It is ethereal, working in marketing; sharply so when working on the web. And to have only the hobby of video games to relieve the mindless grind – a hobby which often itself is a mindless grind – only reminds me of my desire to create something of value, if not worth.

There is, of course, the opposite state of things where I am bored to actually seeking out the grind, rather than forcing that boredom to run crashing through the barriers of my writer’s block. But I find myself inspired only during times of war; not literal bloodshed, but those lengths of life where the spirit is wearied from its constant struggle against banality and greed and mediocrity.

I have no love for capitalism. A man’s work should reflect the man, not the general dreariness of the station at which he is trapped. I do not express myself for money, though I long for the time when I have no need of it and can concentrate on leaving my mark.

I know there is some hubris in that statement. I am not contented with small feats. I want to affect the multitude and die famous, or soon-to-be-famous. Revered. Studied. Honored.

It is no easy goal in this society. I haven’t the genetic favor that others have. While I am reasonably attractive, I am not likely to earn my place as an actor through my looks. Indeed, my baldness will likely pigeonhole me or worse, keep me from such work altogether.

This saddens me, that I should be so discriminated against. Not the worst sort of prejudice, certainly, but still prejudice. Could Macbeth not be bald? Or Neo?

* – I wrote these both under fairly extreme stress a few weeks ago.