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(no subject) [Sep. 1st, 2011|01:29 am]
[mood |nostalgicnostalgic]
[music |Les Savy Fav]

"They make a good couple" I thought, when I looked at the pictures of them at the shrine.  Her deep red kimono was elegant, she looked older with it on, miles from the crazy rebel teacher I knew.  He wore a polished dark suit, but his inexperiance in wearing it was telling; the bottom of the two buttons was buttoned.  Her family flanked her in the picture, and their young son between them, a fantastic, cute family.  They really did look good together.

It's an odd thing, dredging up old thoughts of people.  I don't know why, but I felt like it tonight, to do that facebook journey you shouldn't.  Maybe I couldn't get to bed, maybe I was bored, but I did it, and thought about people who I am now sort of this "past" to. I'm that guy they knew maybe dated for a while, while I was there, at that time, in that place, whyever.  

I'm sitting in this brick laid apartment, oxford shirt, blazer and ascot ready for my science-fair style meeting tomorrow.  We do them once a month.  I'm a project manager at a software company now.  I make charts, hold meetings...  It's well... it's me as an adult in a way.  Which I suppose I am sort of mid-acceptance/half denial over.  This November I cross over into my 30's, and I've sort of given up and started saying I'm 30 now, just to get used to it.  "What's the number one way to clean up a gangster's act?  His 30th Birthday."  I read that somewhere, as if the party stops when that happens.  Which is interesting.  I mean, this is when we start kind of making money, right?  When we have the ability and freedom to do stuff, but this is when the fun ends?  I suppose I am confused.  About a lot of things.  

Also interesting was looking back at my journal from when I was a Sophmore in High School.  he most interesting thing?  I was terrible at writing.  At least I was trying though.   It was nice to know that I was as mixed up then as I am now, comforting in a way.  What annoyed me is how damn athletic he was.  Casually refering to an "easy 6 mile run."  Asshole.  

This is one of those weird days.  Where pieces of the past, good and bad, interesting and boring, seemed to have floated over for a while.  It's fun and frustrating all at once sometimes, rehashing situations you totally forgot about, realizing that you've in fact come a long way, tracing the arc from there to where you are now.  All the shit that went right and could have gone wrong the whole way.  It's all there, like this retrospective meeting you have with yourself.  Not exactly a re-evaluation, not a "me-planning session," just a slight tilt of the rear view mirror and a smirk as you're heading down the road.  That mirror is full of blurry lights, loud flushed out colors, subdued winds, ancient stone on moutains, smiles and tears, all winding back in a kaledoscope down the pavement of time and I'm gripping a stearing wheel figuring out the future.  

I still feel Haphazard though, if that makes any sense.  
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Re-Exodus [May. 13th, 2010|12:12 am]
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[Current Location |Apartment (BK)]
[mood |angryangry]
[music |SSF4 opening]

 Holy Crap those kids online are good.

I mean when did that happen?

I thought I was good at Street Fighter, at least semi-passable.  Turns out I am a turd stain on the franchise.  

I mean, even with my best character I get maybe 500 points, then die out.  Kinda embarrassing.

What makes it worse?  Asuka is watching.  And laughing.  The whole time.

She loves watching me get angry.

It was funny to her until I got ultra-ed in a close match.

The flurry of obscenities that flew from my mouth widened her eyes and hushed her words.  

Going forward we won't be playing SSF4 when she is in the apartment, or else she is in danger of getting this giant controller thrown at her.  

But I need to keep practicing for Corbobash.  I NEED to.

Dead girlfriend or not, ya know?

 P.S.  Thanks for making the move back Ryan.  
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Hey [Sep. 18th, 2009|05:09 pm]
[Current Location |Home (NY)]
[mood |accomplished]
[music |Home by Miles Fischer]

Anyone have a Windows Copy of Adobe Premiere?  I've been looking to do some editing again and well, I can't seem to find my old copy.  Lemme know if this is a can do. 

BTW sorry for the long interlude of non-post-dom.  Not too much going on as of late. 


Anyone down for this?

September 18-24
Village East Cinema
181 - 189 2nd Ave, NYC
Theater: www.villageeastcinema.com
official web: www.funimation.com/Evangelion/

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PS3 [Aug. 26th, 2009|05:33 pm]
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[mood |busy]

PS3 ID :  RickDoggTime

Finally, a PS3.

Bring it mofos.  Anyway you can.

So now that I have this system, what do I play on it?
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This is really just for Brad [Feb. 16th, 2009|11:31 am]
[mood |accomplished]

Enjoy Brad. 

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Of JCVD and WTF? [Jan. 12th, 2009|04:20 pm]
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[Current Location |Home (NY)]
[mood |uncomfortableuncomfortable]
[music |Muse]

The Kick Boxer - Win?Collapse )

Now for something slightly different..
WTF?Collapse )

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of Games and Cars [Jan. 7th, 2009|08:20 am]
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[Current Location |Home (NY)]
[mood |awake]
[music |Muse, Tsp]

GameCollapse )
CarsCollapse )

Anyways, anyone else see any hallmark games/cars this year? 

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Of Digital Color Pixels and the emotions they produce [Sep. 6th, 2008|02:15 am]
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[Current Location |home, LI]
[mood |blankblank]
[music |Mogwai, Auto Rock]

Rick Bitches, someone needs to smack himCollapse )
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Of Homecoming [Sep. 3rd, 2008|02:47 pm]
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[Current Location |Home]
[mood |relievedrelieved]
[music |DCFC- What Sarah Said]

 So it's been about a month now since I've been home, give or take some time zones and days.  Last time I really wrote anything down here I was in the thick of it, raging and dodging through my last weeks of Japan and trying to juggle it all.   Now I'm home and trying to get a firm grip on everything, and it seems I'm just full of time.  Random Thoughts on being home nowCollapse )Random Thoughts on being home nowCollapse )
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Hey ... everyone... hehe [Jul. 28th, 2008|03:10 am]
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[Current Location |Soon-to-not-be-my Apartment]
[mood |tiredtired]
[music |Boku-wa-Kuma -Hikaru Itada]

So hey, how are you all?  Yeah so me.... and not posting in forever... sorry about that. 

As I am sure you can imagine, I have a lot I should go into, but the most important thing I will throw out there is this...

I'll be home on August 4th.

I am not sure if I will do some traveling after that week (from August 11th into September) but I will be in the NY and NYC area for at least that week, and then, depending on things, will be back for good in September. 

Again, sorry I haven't posted.  There are too many epic half finished posts in my Gmail Documents folder, which is bad.  There are also way too many nutty weekend I did not document, which is the worst.  Recent highlight is the least I can give you. 

Imagine if you will, you are an ex-Hostess girl in Roppongi.  You are celebrating your 23rd birthday at your older sister's apartment with some friends, wine, and cake.  Oh and you are also smoking hot. 

Then from your left the unimaginable; A man, greased up in baby oil and wearing a thong comes charging at you, cake in hand, aimed for your hair.  This becomes an all out cake fighting party involving you and all your ex-hostess ex-stripper and bar tender friends against a man-man smeared in cake and oil.  What was once just some man-meat pole dancing entertainment has become an unstoppable, drunken, cake smearing machine.  Why did your sister invite this asshole?  As you contemplate this, he lands some icing and cake directly into your hair.  You retort by slapping cake on his exposed butt check.  He turns, laughs maniacly and says "It's a portable model Mary-Kate, I'm gonna live forever!"

Now I can't specify who is what or even who I am in this situation, because I want to be president some day, but let me give you a hit; It wasn't my 23rd birthday last weekend. 

More of this sort of thing when I see you guys with a beer in my hand. 
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