Episode 8: Stickfigure Rising

During 'Bring Joor Child To Work Day' at my mum's job, I drew a crapload of video-game inspired pictures. This is one of them, based off of one of the best games for the X-Box 360, Dead Rising. I deserve a reward for my massive drawing skills.

Chapter 7: Foreign Rap

French rap is awesome. Now, why would I, Kait Sith, post something as petty as french rap, you say? Because I have nothing interesting to say at the moment.

Under normal circumstances, I hate rap with a passion, but this stuff is just soooo funny sounding, that you can't help but like it!

Oh yeah, japanese rap rocks too. Make sure you watch everything past 1:35 on that video, because the rest of the people have really funny voices and dance humourously! *laughs out loud hysterically*

~~~~~~~

Sanjuro, for some odd reason, during Earth Science class, told me that carbon dioxide is the fuel of the future.

Now, that seems like a somewhat good idea, seeing as how using pollutants as fuel is a very unique and ambitious idea, but what would come out as the waste product? More CO2? Seems like a waste of time, if you ask me, but he ignored what I had to say about it. Oh well, better luck next time...

Chapter 6: Football?

Physical education. Oh how I hate the class - especially when we play that dreaded game of football. Ugh - I hate that game.

So, when we first enter the gym, we get changed and run 3 laps. Then we do 30 jumping jacks, 20 crunches, 20 mountain climbers (where you get down on all fours and run in place... right...), and, finally, 10 push-ups. I usually only make it to 3 push ups, do to how much of a pansy I am.

After that, we got a rundown on football terminology. Quarterback? Frontline? Guard? Touchdown? Bloody hell - the coach overloaded me with so much information on football that I can hardly remember a word that she said! Gah!

Then we went outside and learned how to throw a football. I think I might have been the only person that really didn't know how to do this... shame how when I threw the ball incorrectly, the ball actually got to my partner. Barely.

I figured, for comedic effects, I would show my noobishness in sports by shouting a nice, loud, 'FFFFOOOORRRREEEE!!!!' Unfortunately, I did not get a chuckle out of anyone. Usually I do... while, not at this school anyway - those preppy kids just don't understand my silly humour. Sigh.

~~~~~~~

Studio Art is ridiculous. Really, now, when in my life am I going to need to know how to draw a hand or vase or wine bottle that is realistically shaded?! That's just ludicrous! I can just imagine a situation now...

NOTE : THIS IS NOT A REAL STORY. I'M JUST MAKING THIS CRAP UP!

I'm standing in the streets of NYC, minding my own business, when, suddenly, a cultist jumps out and pulls me into a nearby alleyway. He pins me to the ground.

[Cultist] Don't say a word. Cooperate.

[Kait Sith] *gagged*

This cultist drags me down the alley for a couple minutes, until we come to a stop in front of a door with a large orange hand painted on it, with the words 'Rebirth' emblazoned underneath it. He kicks open the door and throws me in. I stand up, and notice a large amount of people in black trench-coats surrounding me. A guy in a red trench-coat, holding a giant paintbrush, walks up to me.

[Kait Sith] *thinking to himself* He must be the leader of this cult...

[Cultist Leader] Rise, thou mortal.

I stand up, unaware of what fiendish things they'll do to me.

The Cultist Leader pulls a pad of paper and a set of sketching pencils out of his trench-coat, and hands them to me.

[Cultist Leader] Draw us a human hand holding a pencil, realistically shaded, and we will spare your life.

[Kait Sith] *gasp* I wish I paid attention during Studio Art!

[Cultist Leader] Tisk tisk tisk. Off with his head!

NOTE: THE STORY IS NOW OVER!

Now, think about that for a moment. Will any of that ever really happen? Probably not, just proving my point that Art class just isn't helpful. But, better safe then sorry, I guess...

Chapter 5: Surprise Visit

I'm just sitting around in my room, playing some .hack, when I suddenly feel the urge to get a soda. I drop my controller, jump up, and run downstairs. What is down there, now that will blow my mind.

Somehow, an extra family and a half had found themselves at my house! Now, I was rather surprised to see them, but didn't want to stay downstairs, as I was in the middle of a boss battle, but I hung out with the group of people anyway, just because I'm that kind of guy.

One of the family members, of whom I'll refer to as Auron, has a MySpace. Oh god, I hate MySpace. The only reason I have a MySpace is to keep someone happy! And what is up with the spelling of MySpace!? It's just so tedious to type out! I hate having to hold down the shift key every few seconds!

Whoops, sorry, I went off into a rant. Anywho, Auron wanted showed me his MySpace, (I hate that word!) and I tried to explain to him how to search for him on this abysmal website, but, unfortunately, he did not understand. So he had to sign out of my profile, log in to his, and then search for my name and send me a friend request. Wow. Just wow. You really couldn't have just done that on my profile, could you? Grr...

So, after sending me a friend request, he tries to show me his just horridly designed MySpace. Really, now, no offense, but if you can't design a MySpace (like me) don't fill it with dark colors and incredibly bright, clashing colors please. It hurts everyones eyes, and does not show off your 'mad designing skills.'

Anyway, I end up booting him off of the computer shortly there after, and log into my account. I start sending my friends some messages. Commentary followed afterwards, and not the kind I like.

[Kait Sith] *typing away on the computer*

[Auron] Is that your girlfriend?

[Kait Sith] *still typing* No.

[Auron] Who is she then?

[Kait Sith] *typing still* A friend from Woodstock.

[Auron] You like her!

[Kait Sith] *now blatantly ignoring him* No.

A silence then falls over the room. Then, another family member, of whom will be called Mistral, walks over to me. Another one-sided conversation begins.

[Kait Sith] *hastily typing away*

[Mistral] Is that your girlfriend?

[Kait Sith] *typing!* No.

[Mistral] Who is it then?

[Kait Sith] *typing some more* A friend.

Thankfully, Mistral soon got bored and walked away. I say, are they are hoping that I get a girlfriend or something similar to that? Are they just betting quids on whether or not a ever get one? Woohoo, I'm a new form of gambling!

Soon after, the family left, and I got back to my boss battle. Woohoo. Oh yeah, and I won by the way.

~~~~~~~

Flag Races on .hack//MUTATION. I hate them. They are so hard - I just can't stand them! I spend so much time raising all three types of Grunties on the Llamda Server, only to find out that MY GRUNTIES SUCK! They all have horrid handling and acceleration! The highest I ever got on the rankings is 3rd place, which by no means gets me any stat-increasing items! Not at all. I rest my case.

~~~~~~~

If some fonts appear too small on this website, then you are using Firefox, and not Safari. I'm not fixing the problem, because, really, the small fonts just compose humourous, non-essential material.

Chapter 4: Life Needs Rewards

I feel that people deserve rewards for the stuff they do. For instance, I got a 100 on an English test. What did I get for it? A happy face on my paper. How boring.

What I'm trying to say is that, when I do something amazing, whether it's a 100 on a test, running a mile in 8 minutes, doing 10 pushups in a row, graduating school, cleaning the litter box, cooking dinner, or going on a bike ride with my dad without anyone getting injured, I want some reward to be thrown my way. You know, maybe a happy fanfare plays in the background, I do a cool little dance move, and receive some special object. Preferably something like a pair of pants. EPIC pants. That increase my classiness by 15. That would be really, really, awesome.

Sadly, I don't get anything like this. Instead, I just get little pieces of paper with happy faces on it that add +1 to my self esteem and -1 to my awesomeness. How depressing...

~~~~~~~

I have 2 bizarre, frequently used phrases. The first of them is 'you sand-blasted grease monkey!' I usually say that when I'm frustrated with someone. It flies out of my mouth quite often. This odd phrase originates from Wakka of Final Fantasy X, when he is angry with the Al Bhed for attempting to kidnap Yuna... again.

The 2 of my favorite phrases, the one that is rarely used, is 'HOLY HELL!' I say that when I'm quite surprised. This phrase has a much more interesting backstory, involving what, if I recall correctly, was a game of Zombies on Halo 2.

So, me and a friend, of whom shall be referred to as Courtesy, were hiding out in a room on one of the maps, away from the zombies. It was still near the beginning of the match, and only 2 to 4 people were zombies, explaining why were hiding and not shooting away. We're just standing around, waiting, minding our own business, when, rather suddenly, I should say, a zombie jumps out at us and stabs us with his sword. Courtesy's last words? 'HOLY HELL!'

I found this amusing, and I claimed it my phrase, to only be used in situations of dire urgency and the like. And the fact that it contradicts itself makes it awesome.

Chapter 3: The Storyteller

There is this kid in my Algebra and Earth Science class who has quite a lot of funny stories to tell. To protect his identity, I'll refer to him as 'Sanjuro'. 

Anyway, he told this awfully bizarre story about his dad - I think. Apparently, while his dad was a wee child, his friends knew of a dentist with a crazy dog. The dentist didn't watch over this crazy dog, of which would oft chase after people. So, one day his friends shot the dog while the dentist wasn't around. Erm... was PETA around back then?

I would write about more of Sanjuro's stories - but, alas, I don't remember the rest of his. I'll ask him some more later, probably on Monday, and post them here.

~~~~~~~

Almost every Friday, when I'm not departing for my dad's house, I go to this social gathering at a place called Tony's Card Shoppe. There is some silly little card tournament there - I don't actually participate in it - I just go there to hang out with my fellow nerds. 

I often sit waaaayy in the back of the Shoppe with some colleagues from school, of whom, to protect their identity, will be known as Miles, Big Mac, Triple Whopper, and Holdyerman. At the current time of writing this amazing post, I'm just returning from the Shoppe. We often be silly and chat away while I play ever-so-unfitting anime music in the background. Quite a blast, really.

~~~~~~~

I'm still playing .hack//MUTATION. I'm too scared to battle a certain boss in the game, so I'm powerleveling to 50 before I battle this boss. Why am I too scared? It is a major battle in the game, and I don't want it to end up like the Skeith battle at the end of .hack//INFECTION. 

Skeith was a jerk - that is all I have to say about him. A cheap jerk. I would hammer down on him with all my stuff, Data Drain him, and BAM! I would magically run out of Resurrection items and he would kill me. Usually he'd take off my character first, then the healer, Elk, and then the person that loves to waste my items, BlackRose. I battled the guy 5 times - to no avail. My solution to beating him? Power-leveling to 35. And then maxing out my Resurrections. Worked bueatifully - though I used well over 20 Resurrections during the battle...

~~~~~~~

This is a really big spoiler for .hack//SIGN, or, really, the aftermath of it. Don't read if you want various things about the story ruined for you.

So, as some people may know, the main character, Tsukasa, ends up getting together with Subaru, the female in blue clothing, and leader (I think) of the Crimson Knights. How ironic that someone in blue would be the leader of a group,of CRIMSON warriors...

Anyway, in the show, one finds out that Tsukasa is actually a GIRL. So... if Subaru and Tsukasa are together, that means that they are lesbians, right? What a bizarre plot point - I never thought about it until recently, too.

Chapter 2: Janitorial Issues?

It is around 12 on a Tuesday. Rather nice looking day. I'm eating some pizza - woohoo. Everything seems normal, until, rather suddenly, an acquaintance of mine, of whom will be referred to as Nullify Frigate, says, 'Seth, turn around!'

I turned around, but not quick enough to see what happened. Nullify Frigate says, 'A man and a woman went behind that storage box over there!' Right in front of the windows of the cafeteria, about 15 or so feet away, lies a large storage house, filled with what is assumedly large amounts of janitorial supplies. Kind of like Willy's shack in The Simpsons.

I stop eating the pizza, and just stare at the building for a good 5 or so minutes. The man comes out (unfortunately, by then, I'm not facing the window and eating my pizza again...) and gets into his car, which is conveniently parked in front of the building... but the woman? No where to be seen. He just sits in the car and does absolutely nothing. Lunch is dismissed, and, while walking to my Spanish class, ask Nullify Frigate, 'So, did anyone really go back there?' He said calmly, 'Yeah.'

I don't necessarily believe him, because I've yet to hear about any mysterious murders or abuse reports on the news or through the morning announcements at my school. Hopefully he was just being a dirty, lying, commie.

~~~~~~~

I hate how sometimes I'll save a YouTube video on my PSP as a MP4 file, and it'll call it unsupported data. It irritates me, because the rest of the MP4 videos from YouTube work beautifully, but certain videos *cough*episode5of.hack*cough* don't seem to want to work right. How annoying...

Another thing that bothers me about the PSP - it's game launcher. If you have your hands on the back of the PSP and move your hands in such a way that it lightly squeezes the PSP, the game goes flying right out of there. It has messed me up on several occasions while playing Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII and AC: Formula Front, because I have to reinsert the UMD and wait for the game to reload, thus loosing my gaming groove that I've so painstakingly built up over the past 30 minutes of gaming. Quite annoying...

One last thing to complain about. The analog stick. Wait, you can't even call it a stick - it's more of a 'analog nub'. The thing can be a pain to use, and recently it fell off while in my bag, of which led to an 'Aw bloody hell!' moment. The humourous thing was that fact that it was a false alarm - you can just stick the nub right back on. Wow - I felt like such an idiot.

Chapter 1: Running Concentration

A couple of days ago, I had to run at least 1 mile in 12 minutes during Physical Education. I'm not quite athletic, but I know there is one thing I can do, and that is run. Now, for some odd reason, everyone seemed worried that they were not going to pass. Why? I haven't a clue - they are just a bunch of stupid noobs.

So, anyway, I tried to make everyone un-tense. I talked in silly accents, ran backwards, sung, and other funny stuff. So, I ran by this one kid, who ran way more than 1 mile, and, being quite the nice person, said 'Hey, you're doing a great job, kid!' I expected a nice, giddy response, but instead I got something really snobbish.

"Shut up, you are breaking my concentration."

Then said kid dashed ahead of me. When he was just barely out of range, I muttered, "Good day to you too." Mean spirited? Yeah, but well worth it. What the kid said to me bothers my mum a lot. But I'm not sure why...

~~~~~~~

A couple of days ago, I started to play a really fun game, called .hack//INFECTION. 15 hours later, I beat it, and moved on to .hack//MUTATION. This might not seem like much, but, trust me, it was. Why? Keep reading to find out!

So, I found out that the game had a couple anime series, so I started watching them on YouTube. One of which being .hack//SIGN.

I started watching the first episode of SIGN. When the theme song started playing, I thought, 'Say, that sounds horridly familiar, and really catchy, too! Where have I heard this before?' I shrug this bizarre, somewhat foreboding feeling off, and keep watching the show. I continued to watch the intro, and I saw some part of it, that, for some reason, also looked incredibly familiar. Weird...

About 10 minutes into it, the main character, Tsukasa, gets attacked by some guy, and was saved by this large golden orbish-thingy. This jogged my memory, and I made a sudden realization!

It turns out that this show is the same show I once watched at midnight in 1st grade, when I woke up in the middle of the night. Though I'm not sure why I woke up, I'm sure it was probably so I could see this amazing show. What a weird coincidence.