Pete and Pete for the damn win.

Halloween in Salem, MA was fun. The Cthulhu costume was a huge success. Easily a hundred people (probably more) wanted to take pictures with Robyn and I. Not many people knew what I was supposed to be (a few illiterate dildos thought I was dressed as Davey Jones from Pirates of the Carribean. Really? Did he have wings?! Was I dressed like a pirate?! Read an effin' book!), but they loved it anyway. There was the inevitable tentacle porn joke, but that only came up once (thank god). Robyn managed to get pictures of me with a few different people in costume. I'll post those later.

It's been a busy few days, so I haven't really checked on LJ for anything. Link me if you want me to read it.

-Is that really free-credit-report-dot-com-guy singing, or a studio musician?

-I've been pondering why McCain would pick someone so much younger than him. At first I thought it was just a clever pull to get the "make history" vote by having a female VP. The darkness has left my vision and I see the truth. McCain has been dead for years and Palin is a necromancer, using his corpse to get into the White House. Very nice, palin. Veeeery nice.

-I finally saw gameplay vids of MK vs DC, and can't decide if it just plain sucks, or if there may be some redeeming value to the awkward, school-boyish way Superman swings his limbs at the opponent.

-I now realize I have a sickening addiction to Oreos and milk.

-I was recently promoted. Go me.

The moon, stars, galaxies, clovers, and pots of gold have aligned, enabling my amorphous clay-like molecules to take shape of a normal human, trudge out of my crack in the tectonic plates of the Pacific Ocean, and go out to a rock show once more. My disappointment in the music scene is even greater than it has ever been. But, as usual I also didn't have a horrible time. However, now is the time for me to pass judgement on the stupid who ruin my concert going experience.

I'll start off by saying that I don't know where this epileptic version of slam dancing came from, but stop please. I don't regularly attend a martial arts school where blocking fists, knees, heads, and feet are necessary anymore. I touched on this when I posted about Sounds of the Underground 2006, but it bears repeating.

I would also like to say this to my female readers: I commend your tenacity for entering a mosh pit, I really do. HOWEVER, if you can't hold your own against a guy who is only about 180 lbs, please get out of the pit. If you can't stand your own ground in a crowd to avoid being thrown involuntarily into a mosh, please get out of the pit. Don't rely on bigger guys or stronger chicks to protect you. At this point you've become an inconvenience to everyone around you, and will probably get yourself, and the dude who trips over you, hurt. And if you are (or look like you are) ten years old, stay away from the mosh pit. You're probably out past your bedtime, and you should haveknown that Raffi concerts don't have mosh pits. You're obviously in the wrong venue. P.S., if you can't mosh a guy who outweighs you by 50 lbs don't try to mosh me. It's just sad when all I have to do is take a small step forward to knock you down hard.

To all idiots who like to start mosh pits in areas other than the pit itself: stop it. You're not a rebel, you're not "hardcore", and you're just pissing dudes like me off. Admittedly, I get angry fairly easily (as anyone who reads this journal could tell you), but I really try to keep that in check when I'm in that kind of environment. I try to be understanding of the sad, filthy throng of people who come to concerts to let loose because they have nothing else in their pathetic lives to keep them happy. But when someone like me, who stays in the pit for a really long time, gets out of the pit it's because they don't want to fucking be there anymore. And just because you're three feet tall doesn't mean I won't beat the crap out of you for acting like a god damn fool. If you want to mosh, get in the mosh pit.

To people who do drugs: fucking pregame, like people who drink. Don't fucking smoke weed at the concert. What the fuck? This isn't the '60's, man. Not everyone enjoys the smell of pot, because not everyone smokes it, you dildo. I don't have anything against people who smoke pot. I have friends who do. There's a time and a place for that though, and a concert isn't it. Be considerate of the people around you.

Now last, but certainly not the least, I will address those bands that are the headlining bands at shows. If you are the main attraction at a show, do not suck! People paid good money to see you play. They did NOT come to see a lead singer whose voice was not only drowned out by the band, but apparently can't sing and play his guitar at the same time either! Tim Armstrong of Rancid, I'm looking at you. You guys are hardly spring chickens, but for christ's sake you could at least try. GWAR has been playing longer than you guys, and they still give a great show. What's your excuse? Are you still sad because Brody left you? No, I DON'T care if you can smirk and point while you sing. What's that, you say? No, pointing in different directions isn't doing it for me either. I didn't pay to see you smirk. I paid to see you rock, bitch! THAT'S why I left your show after the fourth song. Yeah, I know you're not reading this, but eff you anyway you hack.

Well guys, that's all the anger I have for now. Keep it tuned in here for the next big thing to irk me.

I've been good. Trying to convince the Marine Corps to let me reenlist and go somewhere as close to Maryland as possible. I almost got Japan, but they said there were no open spaces for me there. I was disappointed. I'm also not getting any reenlistment money. That also sucks. But at least I get the satisfaction of a job well done? Wait...I'm a slacker.

While watching The Tick I wasn't sure if I was missing an episode or two (I have all three seasons), because I thought that there was a villain I hadn't seen on any of the episodes. That villain is Arms Akimbo which, I found out after a quick Google search, is from Freakazoid. During the search I came across a bunch of discussions about old cartoons that people want to see back on the air. Does anyone remember Silver Hawks? How 'bout Fang Face? If you were like me as a child, you fucking loved bizarre cartoons and lame theme songs. Does anyone remember Super Skrull's theme song?

On the Skrull Homeworld
In a secret laboratory
they modified a chromosone
and so begins the story
of a Skrull whose nearly impossible chore
is to battle and defeat the Fantastic Four!
He's Super-Skrull
Incredible!
He's geechy as Nietczhe
and that's no bull
If to us he seems preposterous
it's really not for us to just
pass a harsh judgement
on the Super-Skrull
'Cause his left arm stretches
like it's made out of plastic
it's as elastic
as Mr. Fantastic!
His right arm's bright orange
with rocks for skin
from the shoulder down
he's as strong as Big Ben Grimm!
He can turn one leg invisible
which really isn't all that practical
Unless you're extremely gullible
you won't get fooled by Super-Skrull
The other leg is flammable
the same thing as inflammable
he crossed his legs and then he learned
his invisible leg could still get burned
And though his appearrance is comical
and raises many questions anatomical
his features aren't as malleable
as the features of his fellow skrulls!
From his forehead to his shoes
he wears unstable molecules
he's endorsing RC Cola
Cruising chicks with Arnim Zola
He's not even practical
But what the hell, he's Super-Skrull!
He can't tie he shoes without an oven mitt
and he has a hard time finding shirts that fit
Painfully improbable
Technically impossible
Socks, he's got a closet full
his favorite band is Jethro Tull
He's not just any ordinary Skrull,
He's (bump bumpa-bump) SUPER-SKRULL!

So I ask you, my loving readers, what are your favorite cartoons or theme songs? Share them here. You know you want to.

The heater ran out of oil at the house, so we had to have the oil company stop by and fill the tank. Unfortunately, the heat didn't readily come back on, so I had to bleed the heater's motor to get it to work again. I must make mention of the fact that I'd never done this before. It was annoying to figure out, and now I smell like oil. Yaaaay!

I've been reading up on Marvel vs Capcom 2 strategies, and putting them into practice. My ability to run with Dan against serious players (my goal in this game because he really sucks in the game) will take some time, but I'll get it. I've improved my Akuma and Ryu game slightly, and my Wolverine has gotten much better.
I might enter a MvsC2 tournament if one should ever present itself. But until then I'll be practicing at every turn.

Wow. This is a pretty lousy post.

So I found three of my friends from highschool on myspace. Which is awesome. One of them is even a Marine now.

But the more people I find from school, the more I find out about how bad things are getting back in my hometown.

People I used to be cool with are heroin addicts now, two people I know of are dead, and one is in jail for shooting his girlfriend in the head three times.

It's true what they say about getting out of your town before it sucks you in. Some places just take more than others.

Time for another early morning post about nothing in particular! Whoo!

I don't know why, but whenever I'm awake at 0500 on the weekends, my mind starts to wander back to memories from two and three years ago. I guess the extra time to sit and think during the day is what does it.
I'll throw this under an lj cut. It's mainly a contemplative post, that turned into a long thing, but if you want to read it, be my guest. =D
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Edit: I'm going to see Twisted Sister in concert around Christmas time, and possibly GWAR before I go back to MD. Awesome? You bet it is!

I was originally gonna do this post in mock RPG style since I've been playing Summoner waaaaaaaay too much lately, but decided against it because it would take too long, and someone would want to punch me in the kidneys if they read through the entire thing. So I'll just talking about the events of my 21st birthday.

The daytime was uneventful. I took the two Marines out for the day, did a little shopping, and took them back to their rooms. I was going to end my day when I saw a friend of mine. The dude had been drinking since noon. Well off we went to go bar hopping. Eventually we wound up in Providence at Hell. It was a good night, and Sam, I definitely downed a few for ya. =D

We ran into some Navy guys who thought I was lying about being a Marine until I showed them my I.D. But we ended up hanging out together and having a great time. That is until my friend got kicked out for pissing on a wall in the alley. I gave him the remote for the locks in my car, and told him to go sleep it off. He was pretty bad the whole night. Imagine. I had to be the responsible guy on my birthday. So I stayed in the club, hung out with my new acquaintences, and met a little gay guy who wanted me to show him my penis.

I eventually headed home at 0500 the next day, and told my friend the next time we went out, he shouldn't hit the bottle so hard. I need to get some non-alcoholic friends.... Sheesh.

I'm officially 21. Look out, liver, cuz yer goin' down!

Thanksgiving was okay. I didn't spend it with my family, which is always a plus since I always feel terribly uneasy around all of them. I drove out to another part of Rhode Island with two Marines that I'm in charge of on weekends and holidays, and had Thanksgiving with a Sergeant that I work for. It was good times. Getting home was an adventure since it was a downpour the whole way. That, and I got lost because I had the bright idea of trying to find the local mall before we went home. After being lost for roughly an hour and a half, I found the right way home, and went to bed early again.

I woke up at 0530 because of a crazy dream I had about a bee landing on my eye. What kind of dream is that?! Who dreams about bees?! At least it was less intense than the dream I had the night before. In that dreams defense, it was about Ash from Evil Dead and Army of Darkness accidentally resurrecting a zombie overlord-type dealy in the basement of my old house.

Zombies are always cool. Cooler than ninjas, I would dare say. Hey! Someone should a movie about zombie ninjas! Or ninjas that fight zombies. Oh man....that would rock so hard.

But I digress from my rant about awesome undead ninjas and the like to continue my rant about my crappy morning. So I go to get a shower and no hot water. I still can't sleep, and I still have no idea what I should do with my day since anyone worth spending this day with is in another state or country.

Happy November 24th to me!

So today I saw the most slick pair of golf shoes. I think they'd look good if I wore them with the right outfits, but I'm still unsure.

I mean on one hand, I think they'd look great, and I've been told that I dress well. But I can make bad choices in fashion just like anyone else.

So I ask you, my adoring readers, what I should do?

I know this is a silly question to post, but I don't want to waste good money if I can avoid it.

There have been a few topics buzzing around in my head the last couple of weeks, the biggest one being America's attitude towards its military. Some people are still ignorant enough to talk bad about Marines, Sailors, and Soldiers alike. They still blame us for what's been going on. Have they all forgotten that it's the President who tells us where to go and who to fight? Even still, some call us sheep for following orders we're paid to follow. It's in our contracts, ladies and gentlemen.

Why am I thinking about it so much? I was reading a Rolling Stone Article recently about one Jeff Munson, a fighter in the UFC. He anti-Bush, and anti-war. These things I can understand. I know a lot of people in the military who don't like Bush or the war. But what irritates and hurts me on a deep level is that he's anti-troops. He's publicly called us "sheep", and on one occasion organized a protest in his hometown to prevent supplies from reaching our troops overseas.

If you don't like the military then fine. That's your deal. But don't give into ignorance, and potentially hurt troops because you don't agree with what they're doing. You're only making more problems.
Unless you've been in a branch of the military or have been close to someone who has, you don't understand the first thing about the judgements you make on us.

I wouldn't write any of this down if it weren't for an extremely moving series of events I experienced this weekend passed. I personally met six survivors of the battle in Iwo Jima. There are only twelve survivors in the state of Rhode Island. It was truly an honor to meet men who fought such a traumatic and horrific war. These men watched their friends get slaughtered, and their bodies heaped carelessly into piles as the battle raged on, and they have to live with those images everyday. I was also told a story this weekend by a Marine Colonel who has less than a month to live. He's dying of cancer. I'll share that story with you as best as I can remember.

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That story is truly what it is to be in the military, and I truly feel sorry for the people who are too ignorant to realize that there is more to being troop than pointing a big gun. We're humans with real problems, fears and families.

I just wanted to post this for everyone I've dealt with in the past two months who have done more damage to my life than good. For things they did (or didn't do). Whether or not they have LJ, read mine, or what have you. Ahem...


Fuck you all. Fuck all of your selfish, whiny, and/or careless ass, pathetic behavior. Thank you for nothing but stress and/or false hopes, and for almost convincing me I had real friends. I hope you get exactly what you deserve out of life, you fucking cowards and no good, dishonest fuck sticks. Get bent, fuck off, and have a nice day. I'm sick to my very core with all of you.


Now that I'm done venting in the most constructive way I can imagine, I'm going to eat my cookies, wash my hands of those who I haven't done so to already, and carry the fuck on.


Oh, and if you haven't already, go see Battle Royale, Blind Swordsman Zatoichi, and any other films starring Kitano Takeshi.

EDIT: IN LIGHT OF THIS ENTRY, I AM MAKING MY JOURNAL FRIENDS ONLY. I WILL ALSO BE REMOVING PEOPLE FROM MY FRIENDS LIST. SO IF YOU ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT READING THE GARBAGE I POST, COMMENT TO STAY ON.

I found the Ska Parade Clip of GWAR vs. The Aquabats all on my own.

FACE!

Now for an actual update. Saturday was amusing. What started as me giving a ride to my psychotic Navy Corpsmen friend ended up becoming a day long adventure. We watched Ong Bak: Thai Warrior, hit the arcade, and I discovered a new and tasty bagel.

I also discovered that magnitized hemotite (sp?) stones that clank together is one noise I can't stand. It's liike a dog whistle to me.

Later in the evening, we traveled out to Providence in the Funktastic Voyage to go to Club Hell. Turns out it was hip hop night at Club Hell. What the fuck, over? So in traditional emo fashion, we had tacos. Not that we're emo, but we had been singing the emo song all day, and we were stuck on it.

After a mini-brawl in the elevator between myself, my friend, and a friend of his, we all came back to my place for Clerks the animated series.

That's all for now. Have a day filled with pudding...or something. Yeah.