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Hey to anyone still following this tag

Hate to break it to you but I've been talking with Aidan (started the comic) and there's no way it's coming back

We can't revive it

I typically enjoy being the bearer of bad news but this time it's a little unfortunate and you have to realize sometimes life crushes hopes but that's OK

Anyway hope everyone had fun, back to what we all were doing

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But why

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After about 30 minutes of fiddling with its insides I've come to the conclusion that my Dreamcast refuses to play any game that isn't Sonic Adventure 2

I'm not sure is this is a blessing or a curse, considering how I really want to play Hydro Thunder

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Have you ever had those times when you just do something by nature and aren't sure why

Like when a drink says "Shake well" and you start shaking it around but that gets boring so you start dancing while shaking it

I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that I just did a riverdance with a half gallon of apple cider and looked like a buffoon in the process

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Ramble #8: IN THE NAVY '13 (Boston Subterranean Mix)

Well, a couple Saturdays ago I got back from Florida Sea Base, an experience that I can only classify as the Boy Scouts' greatest attempts to cause a lifelong phobia of boats in all their members. For no good reason, the trip cost an exorbitant amount of money, simply because, while we were supposed to be sailing, the majority of the time we were just using the outboard motor due to how uncooperative the winds were.

When we first arrived in Florida I could tell the week would be bad since the water was so cold even for Spring. The whole time I was just trying to avoid getting wet at all, but I guess that was just me. When we first got on the boat, we could tell that, even as the largest one they had at 80 feet, it would still be extremely cramped for the 23 people who would be living on it for the next week. Most people slept on deck or in the bunks down below. I slept under the galley table.

There were only 8 bunks, but most of them were covered in people's belongings. Also the entire lower deck of the ship smelled like urine since even by the end of the trip some people didn't understand how to work pump toilets. No one even bothered to try and understand the showers.

The trip down south to the Keys was nice and all, and Key West was a picturesque as always, what with all its palm trees and gay people and all that. Of course, then we had to leave and then we got hit by a storm and had to dock early. But I suppose I can't really be all that mad at that since I just whined about the boat so much.

Last weekend I got to travel again, because what's better than going to the world's most congested airport as much as you can as often as you can? The lines for the security checkpoint are always much longer than they should be, just because people don't know how to take off their shoes and metal stuff before they get to the X-ray.

After quite a while we finally got to Boston, and it (thankfully) wasn't as cold as I had expected it to be, even though I packed almost entirely short-sleeved shirts. I'm pretty much immune to the cold, so I typically wear T-shirts through the entirety of the year, no matter how low the temperature gets (which, granted, isn't very low in Georgia).

The trips around the college campuses were about on-par with what you would find at most other ones, with the one exception that our expedition team was 2 minutes late for our Harvard tour and the guide left without us. The other team got an extended one for the trouble Harvard caused us. Also they got Ben & Jerry's. And MIT Springfest. Great success on our part.

On the way back to the airport, we missed a train by 30 seconds because some people didn't know how to work the turnstiles quickly after using them about 10 times in the trip and/or weren't interested in moving at a convenient rate. That said, the next train arrived about 25 minutes later, after the arrival clock was stuck on the 11 minute mark for 7 minutes, the 5 minute mark for 3 minutes, and then shot back up to 8 minutes.

I don't think I want to take another trip for a while.

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Neither has the chicken.

I’ve literally never been more done.

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Hey, those are my Micspam Shields.

This is such a good site omg

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Here's the answer.

what if rain came down all at once and not in tiny raindrops

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Ramble #7: The Great Quadrant Crisis of 2013

As most of you already know, I am completely opposed to the entire idea of St. Valentine's Day. I personally think, like Christmas, it's been completely blown out of proportion by consumerism. The whole thing just screams "Buy stuff because we told you to!" But hey, that's probably me just being my cynical old self again.

However, it seems as though the Homestuck fandom (which I happen to be a member of dontchaknow) has taken to using it as a day to celebrate the wonders of the Troll Romance Quadrants. Which brings me to my main point, fondly entitled "Takeover of the Otherkin": What the heck am I going to do with my quadrants?

As far as I'm concerned, I've got zip zero nada big ol' goose egg filled right now. Which I suppose is a good thing, considering my general dislike for young romance. Really, the closest thing I have to filling any form of quadrant is Caliginous, but still nowhere close to a kismesis since taylorthegay and I just mutually loathe each other's mere presence. Other than that, not much. Other than me, no ideas about anyone else.

The Ashen quadrant is up in the air. I'm generally not a good mediator, and even less warranted as a relationship counselor in any way, so I don't think that one is even safe for me to get anywhere near.

I'm not even talking about Flushed anytime soon. On a related note, I think rabbitkiss has filled her Flushed with whoever mynameismell is?? Also magneticgirl and some guy named Phil???

Now here's where it gets slightly more interesting than it was when it wasn't interesting for most of the post up until now. Pale is the strange quadrant for me. I literally have NO CLUE who could be in this one. Platonic relationships really don't make much sense to me (let alone any relationships in general), so this one's pretty open for now. No idea about this one, I think that magneticgirl and douchenuts what?

Troll romance sure is weird!

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Ramble #6: Serial Port Killer

Well, the main reason I haven't posted for a month is because of two main reasons:

1: I'm getting used to the new school semester

and

2: The only two computers of mine that are worth using are currently broken beyond any form of sane explanation.

About a week after my previous ramble, my main laptop had what I can really only describe as a hard drive stroke. I was using it one night and all of a sudden it told me that it couldn't find my user data, Windows Explorer, the desktop background, the toolbar, any of my desktop icons, or even the start menu button. So I restarted it and, lo and behold, SYSTEM BOOT ERROR.

So the hard drive had fried. But I still had another computer, right?

HAHAHAWRONG.

I do have a desktop. It's 10 years old and, at the time, had this rather unfortunate problem of restarting whenever I tried to do anything on it. It was always at random times, with no real correlation to when I started it up or logged on or how much memory I was using, it would just decide to restart whenever it felt like it. So, in a last ditch effort to find the problem, we sent it off to a professional computer troubleshooter.

He found nothing.

So, my dad and I tried the next best thing: fixing it ourselves. For 2 weeks, the computer ran nonstop with us plugging in and unplugging various peripheral devices to see if we could find an outside source of malady. Every time we plugged in a certain mouse, it would restart, so we switched the mouse out to see if that was the problem. Nope. Eventually, we figured the problem might be that it didn't have enough RAM. We went out to Micro Center last weekend and bought another gig (the computer can only hold 2 gigs of RAM) and plugged it in. That seemed to fix it, though, so we plugged the old card in alongside it, and up until Tuesday the machine was running better than ever.

Then the real problem began.

That day, I got home from school and booted the machine up. It got to the startup bar for Vista, then restarted itself. Apparently, something we did angered Windows enough to make it fail to boot. The computer started up again, tried to boot Windows, and restarted. Eventually, I got peeved enough to where I just held down the power button and manually restarted it. Then it booted up fine. At least, that's what I did until today.

Today I got home from school and booted up the desktop. I was making my bed, so I let it do several restarts on its own. After about the 7th cycle of failed Windows startups, I got a hauntingly familiar message:

DISK BOOT ERROR

So now I'm using the laptop dad gave to me, which is about as old as I am.

I clearly can't be trusted with computers.

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Ramble #5: New year, same old insanity

Wow, it's 2013 already, and I can guarantee you that I'll still be writing 2012 as the date for about 2 more weeks before I finally wise up. And of course, every new year comes with the same kind of thing that people say at the beginning of every one: "I think I'll actually ACCOMPLISH one of my New Year's Resolutions this year."

Yeah, right.

The main problem with this country is that the people who make resolutions are the least likely to actually keep them up; that's why you see the gyms full in January and empty in June. Believe it or not, I actually made some New Year's Resolutions this year, the predominant one being that I'm trying to get even remotely better at this thing they call "Visual Art", which I'm about as good at as an elephant with a paintbrush.

Other than that, it's just small things like cleaning up my media room (which I've mostly already done) and updating my Tumblr and MSPA Fanventure more, which I'm already starting to act on.

As with many other honest, freedom-loving Americans, I shot a whole bunch of illegal fireworks off on New Year's Eve with some friends.

Of course, as with all explosives, for entertainment purposes or not, there are bound to be the occasional misfires.

But overall, it was an enjoyable time (as if you could have an unenjoyable time when there are explosives around (unless you happen to blow a limb off)). Midnight came around, the ball dropped yet again, and Ryan Seacrest still isn't an acceptable replacement for Dick Clark. Go figure.

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1001 Things I Hate #13: I am the cheese! I am the best character on the show!

61. Mosquitoes

If there ever was a more useless insect, I'd like to find it. Mosquitoes are mean, and swarms of them are everywhere down here, unfortunately. If you go outside during the summer, make sure to marinate in a bathtub of insect repellent for at least 12 hours before doing so. I've had too many times where I would go out and do yard work  only to return to my air-conditioned haven to find that my entire body was covered in red lumps. Now, my house is entirely surrounded by ivy (both poison and English), and I've figured out over time that my malady is a mixture of poison ivy oil and mosquito bites. At least there aren't as many inside.

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62. Too much mustard on a hamburger

Mustard is a very potent condiment. Due to the fact that it's just ground seeds, and typically pure ground plant bits are very powerful, (i.e. nutmeg, cinnamon) too much of it can cause physical pain to eat. Such is the case with mustard, one of the most finicky food additives known to picnic-kind. Too little and you don't even taste it, too much and you lose the ability to taste for the rest of the day. I've had the ill fortune at many a cookout to have a hot dog or hamburger that tastes like pure unadulterated yellow torture. That weird yellow stuff they sell isn't really mustard. I think it may have arsenic in it or something. Get me some water or at least dijon.

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63. Anyone who drives with high beams on a residential, congested road

If you own a car, at least learn the rules of considerate driving before going out and blinding everyone in the oncoming lane. There's a reason that headlights come in two different intensity settings. Driving is a privilege, and you should know how to control a vehicle before attempting to use it. There's no need to cause any accidents just because you have such terrible trouble driving at night that you have to cause other cars to drive off the side of the road. It that's your problem, you either need to get your eyes examined or are too old to be driving anyway. 

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64. Scrambled eggs

Eggs, to me, should not be eaten alone. They should be baked into a cake, or an omelet with some other stuff, or even deviled, but not just alone. I have a bad habit of not eating breakfast in the morning, so I don't often get up and immediately go down to the kitchen to get something to eat, but when I do, I never want scrambled eggs. There's just something about them that disgusts me. I don't like how they taste, look, or even smell. Give me some bacon instead.

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65. When the person making your sandwich at a sandwich shop makes the cheese triangles overlap

Yeah, I took this one from a certain Hyperbole and a Half, don't judge me. There's a specific way that cheese should be put on a rectangular sandwich, and whoever decided to put a triangular peg into a square hole obviously has mental issues.

The easiest way to combat this grievance is to take one of the triangles, break it in half, and put it on the edges. However, often times when I go behind the counter to show them this, they throw me out.

Now, when the "sandwich artists" behind the counter try and figure this out, they must have some form of "leave the cheese intact" creed, because they try and do this:

Which is pure blasphemy, if you ask me. Why would you leave so much of the point side uncheesed? It causes an imbalance.

Or alternatively you could just do what I do and ask for shredded cheese and melt it on.

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1001 Things I Hate #12: THE REFLEX IS AN ONLY CHI~CHI~CHI~

56. People who put pens back in a drawer after they're empty

If you're planning on writing something down, good on you, there's not enough physical writing going on in the world today, but PLEASE, if you use up the pen, THROW IT AWAY. Don't give me, "Oh I think there's some ink left in it for someone else" or "I was saving the environment that'll go in a landfill save the rainforest don't you know pandas are endangered harp darp". I don't care about pandas anyway.

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57. Villains in movies who monologue when they could kill the hero

The only time this trope is good is if the villain is (in some cases) too full of himself to think clearly, which isn't necessarily a good thing to write into a script. Sure, Syndrome from The Incredibles caught himself, but most won't, and that's what gives the hero the time to kill/capture/molest them.

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58. Lightning that's just a little too close

Call me a scaredy cat, but lightning creeps me out. The idea that the sky is TRYING TO KILL YOU WITH PURE PLASMA BOLTS is just a bit disconcerting. Being that I've already had some close calls with lightning, (I was driving down the road in my Jeepmobile and a transformer on a power pole 10 feet in front of me exploded) I don't want to take too many more risks with it.

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59. Scratched records/CDs

I spent most of this weekend hooking up my dad's old record player to the AV unit and speakers he dumped in my extra room, mostly due to curiosity and a little bet because I haven't heard that old Duran Duran record in a while. Thankfully there haven't been too many scratches on the vinyl yet, but I know I'll get to that point where I hear "WhyYyYy don't you use it/TryYyYy not to bruise it/BuyYyYyYyYyY ti~ti~ti~ti~ti~..."

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60. Bumpy roads when you're drinking something in the car

Cup holders in a car are a great idea... if they're at least deep enough to keep the cup upright when the car stops or runs over a speed bump. It's even worse if you're holding it, and when you haven't drunk much yet there's a greater chance of it sloshing out and spilling on you. Hot drinks, like coffee, are a worst case scenario, but that's okay since I don't drink it.

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Ramble #4: Cheesecake, Gamecubes, and my Semisweet 17th

Yesterday, I celebrated witnessed from afar my 17th birthday, which is essentially just saying "congratulations on not doing anything stupid enough to get yourself killed over the last number of solar revolutions we've encountered on this little blue ball of a planed so we thought we'd celebrate the fact that a certain number of years ago you were forcibly thrust from your mother's uterus?"

In all reality, I don't see much logic to the whole birthday thing. It just doesn't make sense to me that it should be some form of special occasion, at least. On my birthday I took the ACT, had a piano lesson, and then my parents (against my will) drug me to  the Cheesecake Factory despite my many attempts to tell them that I wasn't hungry, didn't need special treatment, and that it always has a seating wait time of over an hour. Anyway, while over at the Cumberland Mall I discovered that Gamestop doesn't even stock Gamecube games anymore.

Over the past 2 months or so I've been trying to collect the missing pieces of a Gamecube that I got at Goodwill for $10, which is, essentially, every piece. The console itself came with nothing, so all the cables, controllers, games, and memory cards were extra cost. Thankfully, the AV cable is the same as the one on the N64, so that was about $5 saved there. However, the power cable, controller, and memory card were things I purchased over Amazon. They all conveniently arrived just in time for my birthday, so I hooked it up and thankfully it worked fine. However, that's about all I could do with it since I had no games.

Anyway, the ACT went fine (I hope), so I shouldn't have to take it again. As for gifts, the Gamecube stuff was part of it, and I got Rhythm Heaven Fever for the Wii. Typically I try to get my grandparents to donate money to charities, and one of them always donates to the same children's hospital in my name so I always get dozens of mailers from them around the holidays. Anyway, they sent me money, which I used to buy some good games from the Steam Controller Compatibility sale. So anyway, today was spending most of my time doing an AP Chem Webassign, updating my MSPA Fan Adventure, using a leafblower, and playing BIT.TRIP RUNNER Braid and not even knowing what the heck I was doing. Temporal calamities abound.

Fun stuff, eh?

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You know who else they tried to assassinate?

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Alex is made of the following:

65% Oxygen

18% Carbon

10% Hydrogen

3% Nitrogen

1.4% Calcium

1.1% Phosphorous

<1% of the following elements: Potassium, Sulfur, Sodium, Chlorine, Magnesium, Iron, Fluorine, Zinc, Silicon, Rubidium, Strontium, Bromine, Lead, Copper, Aluminum, Cadmium, Cerium, Barium, Tin, Iodine, Titanium, Boron, Selenium, Nickel, Chromium, Manganese, Arsenic, Lithium, Mercury, Cesium, Molybdenum, Germanium, Cobalt, Antimony, Silver, Niobium, Zirconium, Lanthanum, Tellurium, Gallium, Yttrium, Bismuth, Thallium, Indium, Gold, Scandium, Tantalum, Vanadium, Thorium, Uranium, Samarium, Tungsten, Beryllium, Radium

Whatever I had for lunch 

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Ramble #3: Of Robofezzes, Firefalls, and Traffic Jams

Welp, this weekend I went to my first Dragon*Con (The asterisk is VERY important, mind you). And let me tell you, it was slightly traumatizing. But first, some backstory.

The robotics team at my school is rather well known, as we are quite successful at most of the competitions we enter. Last week, we received an invitation to participate in a demonstration of the robotics curriculum in room Atlanta 1 at Dragoncon, right before the Gay Rave "Rainbow Flag Party" got the room. Naturally, I signed up because, hey, service hours can be hard to get. The day comes when I have to be there, and MARTA seems like the only viable option to get there due to the parade and other things going on in the area at the time to tie up traffic (such as the Black Gay Pride Parade going on somewhere), so my father and I hop on and ride it to the Sheraton.

When we arrive, there are so many cosplayers in the tunnel that you can't even count them all. Heading up to the street level, my dad turns on his Droid to get us a map of the city to get there, which I was hoping he already knew how to do since he spends half of each day there. Anyway, we wander around the city a bit, being completely lost (I saw some Homestuck cosplayers around, I think one John, a Terezi, a Vriska or two, and very flamboyant Dirk), we arrived in front of the hotel. Setting up inside wasn't too hard, as the room we were in was right there at the front.

I got stuck manning the door, trying to get someone interested in coming inside. I managed to get a few into the room to drive around some robots, and the younger kids had the opportunity to go to the far end of the room and play with LEGOs. By the end of the day sitting at my post (most of the other members of my school team had abandoned me to wander around and ogle at the costumes), I had already met Gamzee, fem!John, Vriska, Kanaya (male & female), Tavros, Aradia, a Karkat who was on another school's robotics team, and an old friend from the school I had transferred out of who was cosplaying an Enderman. Oh, and about 30 Doctors. All wearing red fezzes (I think the only blue fez I saw that day was being worn by a TF2 Spy in his Saharan Spy getup, Your Eternal Reward and all). I saw a countless number of people wearing orange snow hats, which (I was informed by a team member) apparently were for Firefly, and a couple of Gravity Falls people with those hats with a tree on them. When I was heading back to MARTA I saw a small gaggle of Homestucks, I think there was a Calliope in there as well as a rather obese trickster!Roxy. And then there was some other guy who was just wearing a Hero of Light shirt.

So, all in all, I'm probably not going there again unless I need to. I actually was in one of the less populated halls of the Con, I think I saw more Homestucks out on the streets than I did inside the building. I'm sure most people find this to be amusing, but I just don't prefer it.

I think I'll stick with reading about it in the papers from now on.