Shades of Red

More siegery

2005-03-16T20:01:00.000-08:00

Heh, siegery, surgery... Ok, that wasn't really funny, but it was a shot. I just discovered that my mom's camera has a fully working battery, so I can take a picture of my mangonel tomorrow, it's too late tonight. Anyway, tomorrow morning, I plan to drill the holes for the torsion engine (FINALLY we found our holesaw!!) and tomorrow afternoon a friend and I are going to put the torsion system together and slap the arm into it! This has to be done by Friday because it's a science project, so I'll definitely have a picture by Friday. Then I'll take little movies of me chucking stuff like water bottles and fruit with my mangonel. I'll name it Chuck and dremill the name into the forward structure. I even found cheap, cool-looking rope for it! (11 USD for 100ft!) This thing is gonna kick!

egh, blog!

2005-03-15T21:00:00.000-08:00

Must... Not... blog.... Must... Do... Homework.. So as not to... *shudder* fail English 9... gah! blogging is winning! *gets idea* I'll do them simultaneously!!

I seriously have the framework done for my mangonel! I have all the supplies to finish it, all I need now is time... I'd take a picture but my camera's lithium battery is totally dead for good.

lay siege to the neighbors!

2005-03-10T20:02:00.000-08:00

Wow, I beleive that last post was about as senseless as they come, sorry. Anyway, I'm building a miniature siege weapon. A trebuchet, about 40cm tall and the base is 50cm long and 27.5cm wide. I'd scan the drawing of it, but my scanner is slow and crappy due to lack of ram. So, I'll link to the site my inspiration came from. Seige-Engine.com. Trebuchets, mangonels and onagers oh my! I'm the only one around this desolate place who even has any interest in seige weapons and chucking objects really really far. I'd really like to build a smallish onager, but I need to dream it up first. These things aren't as complicated as they look... Now all I'll need is a lot of lumber to build a huge trebuchet!

further dedication and advice

2005-03-10T11:15:00.000-08:00

Well, another wasted day at school, another day better spent with a big bonfire. Or better spent with various seige weapons and destructive material... And of course, Kelley. kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy..............
Wow, she's got a long name... That's gotta make up for the shortness of this post, although she's not exactly a skyscraper... Just keep in mind, standing in front of a raging bull to save your "chicken selects" is NOT wise, contrary to how it's portrayed in the ads. ooga booga! Stare at the little apple engraved on the keyboard, just to make it mad. Then it might blush. Only then will you gain the thumbs that have the power to poke through sheet metal. Doors close on faces when they are ugly and inappropriate for children. Please refrain from looking At

Kelley says: "hello, I have no internet so I have to use my boyfriend's website!"

Dedicated

2005-03-06T20:32:00.000-08:00

To anyone who reads the blog of a psychotic moron, thanks. I'm going to dedicate this page to my lovely girlfriend, Kelley.

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copy+paste, my friends!

Anyway, I'm trying to learn how to play Magic: the Gathering. I've learned absolutely nothing from the main site. I hate looking for junk on the internet, it's time-consuming and ties up the phone line. If anyone happens to stumble upon this post and know of a decent tutorial, please comment. I went to download the MTGOnline program, 317MB!! There's no way I'm downloading that on a 56kbps connection. Some of those fans must be really dedicated to wait so long for it.

On a totally seperate plane, I got the movie Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within. That's got some of the coolest graphical effects I've ever seen, but they could've done a lot more with the plot. Overall it's a pretty good movie, but it's not worth paying more than 10 usd for it.(I got it for $8) Think of the hardware you'd need to render that, wow... The battle for Zion in Matrix Revolutions took more than 300GB(I'm pretty sure that's what the commentary said) and that was just 36min!

2005-03-05T22:11:00.000-08:00

Whee, my brain is screwed. Caffeine and lack of sleep put together is like rubbing your eyes with hot lemons and staple guns. Yet it sometimes opens your mind to things you never thought of before. Questions the normal person wouldn't ask. Why has this pathetic excuse for a world rotten away to it's evil roots? Why does everything blow up in my face? Does real happiness actually exist or is it a figment of imagination developed by people who have no hope but for it. All it does is cause confusion and chaos. All you need is someone to think that "true happiness" is total power and dictatorship over all mankind to have a real disaster on your hands. People are crazy, even those who think they are normal. Here I am talking about "true happiness"... "Before you remove the speck from your brother's eye, remove the log from your own." says Jesus himself! Jaded? No, more like total lack of sleep and a slight interest in philosophy and quantum physics. Until the next episode of... "Epilepsy"!

apathy

2005-03-04T21:05:00.000-08:00

Well, I've got nothing to post about, so this is really a pretty pointless post. Solely for the entertainment of random people I probably will never meet. Wasting is most likely the best use of time there is. Especially when staring at ceilings and walls, you notice things that are so strange and pointless they may not even be there, but be a total work of imagination... Now I know I've lost it, but I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it! The best part is being totally self-reliant in the entertainment department. For example, this blog; nobody reads it, so it's pretty much my own entertainment. Once more for the colorblind, the world is all made of various shades of red and chartreuse, along with the occasional shocking yellow, but you wouldn't know what that looks like, now would you? Ever wonder if colors are different for everyone? Like where one guy sees red, another sees yellow but neither would know because they've both been taught that it's blue. I guess there is something cool to say here, there's a Green Day show pretty close by, but the tickets are expensive beyond all reason. 87 USD for 2!! It takes too much to see a decent show these days, they should bring back the Cog Factory. Pathetic people and their lack of will to dominate their greed, they should be put back to the cubicles they came from... Well, my brain is to fried to think up anymore interesting things to say, so I'll resort to stupidity and... and... and..... *drumroll* apathy... Apathy to a pathetically extreme degree. Apathy so apathetic that it spreads like a disease and soon, nobody notices it anymore because they don't care... An example, Marvin the robot from The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Then again, he's more pathetically pessimistic than apathetic, although he doesn't really care that he's pessimistic because he's apathetic.(there's a mouthful) Soon we will all be so engrossed in apathy that we'll never notice anything at all. Even if we die, nobody will care because they're apathetic! And when the destruction of the entire universe finally arrives, it won't matter in the long run because not only will we be too apathetic to give a hoot, we'll all be dead!

Sorry to waste so much time out of your pathetic life, but it was necessary to show you how apathy will destroy us all, but let me guess, you don't care, do you?

Christmas

2004-12-21T11:19:00.000-08:00

Wow, it's been a long time since I've posted here. It's almost Christmas already! My how time flies. I've downloaded a nice C programming environment for Windows, Miracle C, they call it. Well, C is a fun language, but it's complicated. For example, my code for a simple Farenheit to Celsius converter program.

#include //Includes the standard input/output library

int main //declares the main body of the program
{
int temp;
while (temp ! "0")
{
printf('input "0" to close the program.');
printf('Please input a temperature in F.');
scanf("%d", temp)
printf('%d F is %d C.' temp, ( temp + 32 ) * 9 / 5)
}
printf('Thank you for using F2C converter!')
}

Sweet Game Archives

2004-12-06T18:24:00.000-08:00

Let's see, there's some pretty sweet games out there. I'm sure I won't find them all, but these are the ones I've found.

Kings of Chaos

A sweet military strategy game that's based on real-time. It stinks till you really get going.
Be an officer in my KOC army!

Runescape

This game is very coolish. It's got somewhat basic 3D graphics and is programmed with Java, so Firefox, IE5 and NN4 or below won't play it. You basically live out a life. You can be anything you want, even a theif!

Kings of Chaos

2004-12-04T22:01:00.000-08:00

hmm, a strategic MMORPG. More like an old-world military game. It's nice though, if anyone wants to be my underling, they can click here

Till Death do us Part

2004-11-27T19:16:00.000-08:00

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Dareus noticed Sarai in the Kwik-Snak store. Yes, even she would die from this. If only there was a way out of this restraint bot. He tried to slip out the bottom, but it was too small even for his small figure. He tried to find a lock to pick. No dice. This was simply a pickle. The more he thought about Sarai being lost from this sick little freak's fun, the stronger he felt. No, it wasn't an angry, revenge-in-advance thing. This was pure determination. He couldn't let her die, she was his friend! Suddenly he felt infinitely strong, his eyes glowed an even deeper blue than they were naturally. He pressed against the cold metal restraints, it groaned but bent reluctantly. In seconds he was free. After this, he controlled not his own actions.

The man was nearly done, only six more wires to go! But he saw Dareus bending the restraints and worked faster, but more nervously. He had underestimated Dareus to an extreme, and now it was going to cost him. His master plan would be ruined if Dareus survived. He had to push the button now! But if he did, only four of the ten bombs would go off, and he wasn't sure where each wire lead to anymore! Oh well, at least it'd be an explosion. With that, the button was depressed.

Dareus jumped at him, but it was too late, he had already sent the signal. Dareus watched in horror as bombs exploded in the restroom, the storeroom, and two of the four corners. Concrete cracked and flew, windows shattered, people screamed, it was a horrible debacle. Among the chaos, Sarai managed to push the shelf off herself just in time to see Dareus's swift retribution. A sweep kick knocking him to the ground, and a quick stab with the dagger blade. The sick man was finished. Dareus stopped, realizing what he had done. He immediately regretted it. Dareus turned and saw the shelf on Sarai move. He jumped over in one huge bound and lifted it from her. Suprised that it was Sarai, he dropped the shelf behind him and embraced her. "Sarai..." he said, "Please, don't be around me. You'll get hurt."
"I don't care." she said, "I'm staying with you from here on." The way she said it, Dareus could not argue. She had essentially proposed to him. He was puzzled, not knowing what to think. He loved her, but he didn't want her to get in harm's way. How would he decide?
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Black Holes?

2004-11-17T20:07:00.000-08:00

Ahh, black holes. A lingering fear among many, yet none take the time to understand their fear. It was brought to my attention that the general public still harbors the idea that black holes are holes in space and time. This is proposterous. On the first note, time is imaginary, totally relative. Six weeks here is doubtlessly six months somewhere else and fourty seconds in yet another place! Space and time are one. And for the second pitch, If you fell into a hole in space-time, where would you fall to?

Black holes are considered singularities, points in space-time where the laws of physics and science completely break down(and boogie). They are simply balls of matter condensed to infinite density therefore having infinite gravity. They aren't really black at all, either. What we percieve is black, but that is simply because it's gravity is infinite, meaning it sucks up light along with matter. So no light rays reach our eyes, and no microwaves reach our massive telescope dishes. And a black hole is not likely to form in your backyard for the simple reason that there's not enough matter to condense! Black holes have literally thousands of tons upon tons of matter all smashed up into a little ball, the entire Earth(or any other planet we know of, for that matter) could not create a black hole. Our sun, albeit a star, is still much too small to form a black hole. It will definitely be a long time before black holes seriously affect the earth.

In the event a black hole DOES threaten the earth, evacuation would be useless. If the singularity is close enough to threaten the Earth, then it will quickly suck up any spaceships we send out for evac. The best we can do is colonize other planets and possibly other systems to prevent the total destruction of the human race.

Ultimate Power

2004-11-17T19:49:00.000-08:00

It only takes a few words from the right person to brighten your day. Even if you may not notice it, it's there. It's the greatest power in the universe, it's been around for eons, and it's not wearing thin or becoming obsolete. This power has won wars, avoided them, it's freed POW's, it's done just about anything you can think of and it's responsible for the slight semblance of order this world shows periodically. This ultimate power requires no special ability, it's free, too. It requires no particular operating system or other software, it's a totally standalone power, literally. No electronics. No machines. Nothing but coherence is needed for it. It doesn't have that annoying individual wrapping stuff where you spend more effort unwrapping the thing than enjoying it. There's no "mystical journey" involved. This great power is love.

The sheer intensity of it has knocked people unconcious, yet it is a source of extreme joy. An interesting thing, this love concept. Very confusing, yet you feel no need to understand it. Infuriating, yet soothing.

Doodle

2004-11-12T20:38:00.000-08:00

Here's a doodle, I've got another one, but unfortunately not the time to scan it. It's an old drawing of mine I dug up from my wall.

And another, this one is strange, crappy, and made totally in mspaint!
this one will take a bit to load, as it is a bmp

Expanded content

2004-11-09T20:50:00.000-08:00

Has anyone noticed the expandable menus? That's the result of a nice simple little javascript i developed. All it does is make and expand() function and a collapse() funcion. This post in itself is an example, click on the text to expand it! The code is simple...

First Function

Second function

Enjoy this code!

Adventures in Spriting

2004-11-07T18:32:00.000-08:00

Well, I've experimented with some Sonic the Hedgehog sprites and here's the product of my wasting time...

Sonic's Casper

Sonic's Reemo Slide

Sonic's Melon

I would like to personally thank Sonic Spriter's Network for their fantastic tutorial on spriting.

Election?

2004-11-04T08:47:00.000-08:00

This year's election was close... but...

BUSH WON!

Skater Heaven

2004-11-02T18:22:00.000-08:00
Rodney Mullen is the undisputed king of flatland skating!

That's him executing a casper.

Here's Rodney's famous handstand flip to reemo slide.

There's a Darkslide exit by Mr. Mullen.

My perfect board:
Bullet Mercenary Deck,

Spitfire Charred Remains Wheels

Royal OG Trucks

So, till next time, keep skatin!

FireFox

2004-11-01T20:13:00.000-08:00
Well, I just made a good descision. Mozilla FireFox is the best browser around, really! It's the only browser with built-in developer tools and custom extensions. The radial-style menu is cool too. Go get it now. While it's still free.

Orphans of War

2004-10-30T20:15:00.000-07:00
Contents

Chapter 1

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World wars have a way of affecting people in ways you wouldn't imagine... Your home is destroyed. The sudden loss of loved ones. Watching your friends die. All that stuff. One wonders how people can survive those things. Here's an answer...

Garett had just turned fifteen. It was a grand day, he had recieved a gold award for his and his friend Jethro's mechanical, voice activated arm droid in the sophomore science fair. His life couldn't have been better, until the moment he heard the scream of long-range missles careening toward the display building. His project, his award, his status. They meant absolutely nothing beyond that point. He recognized the sound immediately and his heart sunk to his knees. He grabbed Jethro and dragged him out just in time to see the building explode and send brick, metal, and insulation everywhere. The two kids stood back in amazement and scarcely beleived it was real. "It's true..." Jethro said.
"What's true?" Garett asked.
"The rumors, they said there was some new law putting a ban on assault weapons, but it had some other stuff to it I'm not sure of." Jethro replied.
"We've got to get to my house." Garett despaired, "I want to know why all my friends are dead."

Upon their arrival at Garett's home, they were pleased to see it wasn't in smouldering ruins. Jethro quickly ran to his mailbox to grab the newspaper. "Wait!" Garett shouted.
"For what?" Jethro shouted back. Garett ran up and pointed to the string tied to the handle of the mailbox.
"See that?" he asked, "That would be a pipe bomb trigger."
"And how would you know this?" Jethro wondered.
"I used to be a pyromaniac." Came Garett's answer. He pulled out his pocketknife and cut the string quickly. When he opened the mailbox, sure enough, there sat a pipe bomb right on his newspaper. "Who wants to kill you?" Jethro wondered.
"I don't know." Garett replied, "But I'd sure not like to find out." A heavy grinding noise filled the air, a huge tank was rolling into view. Garett and Jethro quickly ran into his home. Peeking through the blinds, they looked at the tank. It was large, obviously newly designed, and looked really cool. Suddenly they noticed a strange black fog rolling in. "Quick! The basement!" Garett shouted to Jethro. They ran into the basement and shut the door.
"What is that stuff?" Jethro asked, "It's not some kind of natural thing, it spread too fast."
"I dont' know, but we'd better be prepared for the worst." Garett replied, "See the linens closet over there? Grab towels and stuff and fill the cracks in doors and windows with them."
"What if it seeps through?" Jethro asked, "What'll we do then?"
"We'll figure that out if it happens." Garett said. As they were blocking cracks, Jethro thought of something, "Hey, wasn't your dad a hunter?"
"Yeah, why?" Garett asked, "Oh, yeah! Right behind that door!" Jethro opened the door, revealing a huge gun closet.
"Garett?" Jethro asked, "Are you sure your dad was just a hunter?"
"Why?" Garett gasped as he glanced in. The closet was filled with more than hunting rifles. Rocket propelled grenades, sniper rifles, hand pistols, submachine guns, mini-turret machine guns, you name it, it was in there. "Holy..." he said to himself.
"I'll say..." Jethro gasped, "Look!" he pointed to a small peice of notebook paper.
"It's a note..." Garett said, "It's from my dad! It says:

Dear Garett, I hope you'll never have to use this. I knew about the goings-on before now and I knew it would lead into a revolution like this. That 'Ban on assault weapons' is much more than anyone's ever mentioned at school. It's basically stripping us of all rights, making us commies. I was hoping to be home before the first bombs fell, but as you're reading this note, you can tell I'm not. I may be out of my mind giving a fifteen year old kid weapons like these, but you've always had good judgement and I know your friends do, too. Hopefully I'll see you again sometime. Please, stay alive and keep your honor. Love, Dad."

Garett choked. For the first time in his life, he had no idea what to do. If it was as bad as his dad said it was, he was most likely dead. He suddenly remembered the fog, it had covered the window, but was not seeping through. "I'm kinda hungry." he said.
"Yeah, me too." Jethro added, "We can't live on guns."
"That's why we put some kitchen stuff down here." Garett said, still dazed,"Opposite of the guns."
"Uh... Garett..." Jethro said cautiously, "We forgot that door..."
"What!?" Garett spun around, "Seal it quick!!"
"I think it's okay." Jethro said, "It's been thirty minutes and nothing's in here."
"Only one way to find out, eh?" Garett said nonchalantly, "I guess I've got nothing left, I'll go." Before Jethro could protest, Garett had cracked the door and peeked in. He breathed in some of the air behind the door. "Seems okay..." he opened the door all the way, but couldn't see in all the way. He felt around the wall for a lightswitch and finally found it. The lights flickered on. Jethro gasped.
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Not only was the room's air as clear as can be, but it also contained a huge refrigerator, a deisel generator with valved exhaust, a bathroom, and countless boxes of ammunition. Obviously this room extended much farther than the house's upper walls did. Garett had known some pretty paranoid people, but this bordered on the precognitive! His father must have known much much more than he had said. Jethro had wandered to the back.
"Garett!" he shouted, "Look!" Garett ran to him and saw bottles sticking out of tons of crates. "What are they?"
"Those..." Garett couldn't beleive it, "are molotov cocktails." He looked closer at them, "Good ones, too."
"There's something not right here." Jethro said cautiously.
"I feel it, too." Garett agreed, "Let's grab some of the smaller guns and find some way to lock this up." They grabbed a pair of handguns for each and left the house.

Garett's grey eyes glistened in the sinking sun. He needed to get some kind of lock, fast. They ran to Jethro's home and were pleased to see that not only had it not been destroyed, but it also had a lot of cash in it. Jethro's parents were at work when the attack hit, and the entire business district had been destroyed. Both of these kids were now orphans of war.

As they went to hardware stores, hoping they weren't closed or destroyed, other orphans of war started following them. To them, the two seemed to have a purpose while they had none. That's what those kids needed most. By the time they got to a hardware store that was in one peice and open at the same time, they had about twenty-six kids following them. All the kids flooded into the store and wandered aimlessly while the pair bought their lock.

Upon their return to Garett's home, the other kids followed them and waited at the door. He turns around and says with a sigh, "Alright, you guys can come in. It's cold anyway." Eventually all of them get in. One finally works up the courage to talk, "Thank you." he says, "Who are you?"
"He's Jethro," Garett replied, pointing to Jethro,"And I'm Garett."
"I'm Ivan." he stated, "I hope I can help."
"With what?" Garett asked.
"You don't know?" Ivan replied, "It's a long story...

This whole revolution is based on the latest amendment to the constitution originally designed as a ban on assault weapons. It grew! Essentially it made us communists. Nothing is owned by one person. Everything is owned by the government and you're just using it. On top of that, it places a dictator at the top! This guy could kill any one of us without warning or reason right now and he wouldn't be in any trouble of any kind."

"Who is this 'guy'?" Garett wanted to know.
"James Draconus." Ivan continued, "You don't want to meet him."
"We've got to do something..." Garett said, "Come on! Get in the basement!"
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As they all got into the basement, the other kids were amazed at the sheer quantity of weaponry in the rooms. Garett got up on a box of ammunition and began to speak.
"Friends, fellow orphans of war, hear me!" he shouted, "We are in the midst of a revolution! These weapons were to preserve peace! That peace has been broken by a man named James Draconus! All who wish to do nothing about this, leave now." Not one person left, they were all enthralled in his speech, "Good! I have an audience! Now, we must defeat this new government. It's a communist country with a democratic label now! Any one of us could be taken in by a secret police force for the simple entertainment of this "James" character! Do you want that!?"
"NO!!!!" they shouted,
"Are you with me, yea or nae!!" Garett shouted.
"Y-" the crowd stopped short, then someone finally asked, "Which one means yes?"
"Yea..." Garett said with a sigh.
"YEA!!!" They shouted.
"So, we'll start weapons training tomorrow." Garett said, getting slightly carried away, "Who'll be there!?"
"WE WILL!!!!" They shouted again. The group did not go calmly. Ivan stayed behind along with several others. "We've no place to return to..." he said gravely.
"Stay here, this house is too extravagant for just me and Jethro anyway." Garett offered. "This James Draconus guy needs a lesson or two."
"He ordered the bombs on our place." Jethro said, "He knew there were people who wouldn't like this government here."
"So he blew us up..." Ivan said, "How very courteous."
"This is uncoolish." Garett noticed, "We'll need to feed these kids, too you know..."
"They can feed themselves with the spoils of war." One of those who stayed joined, "And this is as much a war as any."
"We are not raiding innocent people!" Garett exclaimed.
"I agree," Jethro said, "but this girl's got a point, all those barracks and military buildings can't be without food inside."
"We'll have to act soon." the girl continued, "These people aren't stupid, they'll discover people running back to this home."
"So we'll need to shell out a defensive structure soon." Jethro agreed, "I'll look for one, do you have a computer?"
"Yeah over there." Garett pointed, "Thanks Jethro." Jethro got to work immediately and was up all night searching for the perfect spot.
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Chapter 4

Jethro found the perfect place. It was a huge, supposedly bombed-out skyscraper. He immediately checked the damage reports. It had sustained suprisingly little damage, considering the fact that it had a supposedly nuclear weapon dropped on it.
This chapter isn't done.

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Last Update: 6:29PM on November 17th, 2004.

Music Archive

2004-10-30T13:40:00.000-07:00
To download these, right-click and select "save target as".
QuickTime users should open them in a new window.
The songs with "<--" after them I highly reccommend.

Sonic
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Hidden Palace[mid]
Ice Cap Remix[mid]
Chemical Plant Phat Bass Remix[mid]
Sky Chase Remix[mid]<--
Mystic Caves[mid]
Casino Night[mid]<--
Emerald Hill[mid]
Boss[mid]<--
Boss Remix[mid]<--
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Anime
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Dragon Ball Z Theme
Gundam Theme
Neon Genesis Evangelion Theme
Trigun Theme

Other
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Battle[mid]<--
The Countdown Begins[mid]<--
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Last Updaded: Nov 7th, 2004

Halloween

2004-10-30T11:51:00.000-07:00
Tomorrow is Halloween. I never really understood it anyway. Kids dress up, they get candy, everybody's happy, I guess. Here's some cool Halloweenish music from a Sonic game. Gotta love the hedgehog.

Seconds

2004-10-29T22:02:00.000-07:00
Well, the template is well underway. The name's changed from Sir Rebel to Shades of Red, which I've deemed more fitting for obvious reasons. I actually filled out some of my profile... Some... The color changes are done.

Firsts...

2004-10-28T19:50:00.000-07:00
Well it's the first post... What to say? There's definitely something this premade template is lacking... I'll rewrite it.