The latest episode of Lost Causality is out, check it!
If anyone is missing one of the following items, let me know.
Who the hell leaves a skirt at my house? I don’t see how that’s even possible.
I finally got my universal remote apart without breaking it in half and decided to throw together a little how-to for all the people having trouble getting it apart to paint it.
Please, let me know if you give this a shot, I really love the look.
I’ve been a busy little bee this holiday break and decided to modify one of my xbox360 controllers following this guide by Alcaron. It came out way better than I thought it would, the only issue I had being that the battery compartment button didn’t hold the paint, so it’s starting to scratch off. Other than that one (easy to fix) blemish, I think the whole project worked well, and I’ll be repeating the process for my other controller and all my accessories soon… If only I can figure out how to get that damned universal remote apart. Here’s the pics! Enjoy!
Tomorrow I’m going to the end of the road to find something I’ve desired for so long. Will it be there? Will it be all I had wished of it? I can only hope so. Please be there, please be mine.
As I’m sure my American readers know, there’s a new Congress on the way in, and they’re going to need to be trained like the baby animals they are. Please help spread the word on Net Neutrality by watching and then forwarding this video from savetheinternet.com on to all your friends. Your children with thank you one day, and you’ll thank you one day soon.
I don’t have much time, so I’ll make this quick. Go read this site right now. It’s a hilarious collection of essays written by this guy in school. He rocks. Walt Whitman was born 3000 years ago in ancient Hong Kong, btw.
"But I can help!"
"Enough blood has been shed today. I don’t need yours on my hands too."
Hearing that, Tal fell to her knees, sword falling from her loosened grip to the ground with a thud. "Please be careful."
"…I won’t need to," he sighed, then paused for reflection on the coming battle.
"Giving up so soon?" flowed, singsong, up the hillside to meet Sunder’s ears.
"If only…" he muttered to himself, squaring his stance and preparing to charge into the waiting group. He took one last breath of peaceful air, crouched low, and launched himself forward, leaving impressions in the earth where his feet once stood. He was not an exceptionally large man, standing just six feet tall, but countless modifications left his body dense with synthetic compounds. Each system in his body replaced, one by one, and individually programmable by thought alone. His blood was now a superfluid, traveling his superconducting veins and providing raw energy in the form of high energy, easily broken hydrogen compounds. Excess hydrogen and other compounds followed the veins back to his torso, now a mass of nano-complex systems designed to fuse the excess, creating power to drive all the other systems of his body.
Sunder is alone in this world. There are none like him. His family passed on generations ago, all having been killed in the initial invasion. He alone survived the initial prototype run of 12 in the risky operation to save humanity. As he flashed down at the hulking masses of the warrior class in their exoskeleton battle suits, he wondered if this 500 year war would ever end.
I have decided to stop using two spaces between sentences. This feels very awkward, but everyone with whom I have spoken says it is proper now, including the internet. Who am I to argue with the internet? Argh, I have had to go back in every sentence so far this post and get rid of the nbsp. This is ricoculous.
In other news, tonight I am going to see The Fountain. I have deliberately avoided hearing about it so I will get the full experience.