Author: Jason

Revolution X’s New X Men #118

Revolution X’s New X Men #118

The phone connecting with the cradle ended the tiring conversation. Principal Fluttie, one time member of the fast track toward school administration, shook his head as yet more stress piled onto his shoulders. The climate of today’s society required a police force of sorts to be seen around a school campus, although Fluttie opted for armed guards over metal detectors and lockdown procedures, simply to make a child’s time here seem more about learning, rather then doing time.

One of the subjects of Fluttie?s concentration passed his window as he pondered the man further. If he could be called a man, the principal thought, further annoyed by the lack of personality the guard exhibited. Fluttie decided there where other things to worry about, no longer paying attention to the guard as he continued his rounds. Had he, some interesting facts might have come to light.

One of which being the guard was anything but human, nor would it ever exhibit much of a warm personality or make friends with the teaching staff. It had one mission to complete, and was about to do just that.

“TARGET ACQUIRED” it said, breathlessly, a communications array transmitting its voice to its partner across campus. “INITIATING SCAN.”

A beat past while the guard stood motionless, the working of its jaw the only movement made.

“TARGET CONFIRMED. MUTANT GENE ISOLATED. RECONFIGURING MAKEUP TO PROTECT AGAINST POSSIBLE OFFENSIVE ABILITIES.”

Bayview High was about to be short one student, one mutant student. Exactly as the Superintendent wanted it to be.

“SENTINEL PRIME TAKING ACTION.”

Written by Alex Cook. Plots by Alex Cook and Jason Kenney

Jason Needs a Computer Update!

Hey, everyone, not must to tell you on the Computer fund front except that I’ve had a computer offered to me by Will and work’s offering me one as well. Both are a few years old, but they’re definately something to play with. But I’m still working on getting a brand new one. Or maybe a digital camcorder so I can start making movies! Wanna help?

Well, you can use the Amazon box on the left there, or, now you can use PayPal to send me money! Yeah! And I think they take less of it for themselves! Or, you can always contact me and I can give you an address to send the box of money to, whatever works best for you!

And remember, if you send $20 or more I will send you a free CD, J’s Nuts Volume 1! And thanks!

Took a test

You are an AKMA.
You stand out from the crowd because of deeply held beliefs in the unknown.
You ponder endlessly and treat everyone, even fucknozzles, with respect.
WWAD (what would AKMA do) guides your actions.
Take the What Blogging Archetype Are You test at GAZM.org

Here’s my problem with this test: I’m all the above. If I answer one way, I’m AKMA, if I answer another I’m Andrew Sullivan, and yet another, I’m Rebecca Blood, just depends on my mood, really. I guess AKMA’s the current winner because, well, that’s what my first result was, so I’ll stick with that.

Links for 3/19/2002

Targeted Serendipity Weblogs aren’t just glorified pages of links and rambling personal sites; they are an antidote to mass media. According to the author of “The Weblog Handbook,” Rebecca Blood, they are also bringing creative expression to everyday people when they need it most.

And have I linked to Microcontent News yet? I’m gonna add a perma-link too.

At Airport Gate, a Cyborg Unplugged Steve Mann, an engineering professor at the University of Toronto, has lived as a cyborg for more than 20 years, wearing a web of wires, computers and electronic sensors that are designed to augment his memory, enhance his vision and keep tabs on his vital signs. Although his wearable computer system sometimes elicited stares, he never encountered any problems going through the security gates at airports.

The Incredible Rubberband Machine Gun! It’s the only fully automatic machine gun that’s legal in all 50 states! This beauty is a fully functional machine gun with TWELVE rotating barrels and a live action trigger. Loads 12 bands per barrel for a whopping 144 rubber bands that shoot off as fast as you can turn the handle! Great fun for kids of all ages. MORE than just an amazing machine, this is a true work of art.

The year 2000 saw the rebirth of a very old web idea, repackaged in some new technology, and unleashed as the weblog (or “blog” for short). The recipe for a weblog is simple: make a web page, a single page, and put microcontent (short blurbs and blips) on it. Then update it again and again, all day, every day, with the newest stuff always at the top.

Weblogs as community

Bloggers vs. Journalists

Now I’m not one to normally do this (“this” being posting this on my blog though I generally will talk about things a lot, just part of my problem where I can say something and have it make sense but when I sit to write it, blargh) but…

It is funny that I give much more credence to journalists over bloggers. I am not a journalist and I have always been highly skeptical of what I read in the newspaper. But I do believe they subscribe to a “search for truth” ethic well above the average person. 
– Mike Sanders

Eh, I have to disagree here. To a certain extent.

As Mike stated in his post on Keep Trying, “The increase in blogging makes available many more points of view. But the quick nature of blogging tends to make those opinions less thought out. So there is an increase of quantity with a decrease of quality, compared to say, journalism.” But this statement can be made about the web in general with the plethora of news sites out there who are still fighting to be considered legitimate news sources.

But whether the quality of a blogger’s work is comparable to that of a journalist all depends on what the blogger is trying to do. Are they attempting to report like any other journalist? Most blogs are there for opinions and journals, they’re more like the OpEd page of the newspaper. It’s a great way to see the point of view of folks on the inside of the situations you read about in the news. Whether it’s a Palenstinian talking about the events in the Middle East of a New Yorker right after the events of September 11th, you should expect an upclose and more personal view of these events, not what is news.

What journalists have to strive for is to sit outside and above it all and simply report the facts of the matter. This is the ideal, but that doesn’t really happen.

All journalists write for a paper (or station, or website, or magazine…) whos purpose is ultimately to make money. So these papers must strive to delight their market. If their market is mostly Arab-Americans, for example, then the paper would be stupid to publish articles that may possibly slant in favor of Israel, no matter what the facts are.

Does this present a better picture of events than a blog attempting to report these events would? Possibly, but that’s probably because it has more resources than anything else. The article will still be slanted because of the writer’s opinions and the editor’s opinions and the publisher’s opinion. When the article finally sees print, it has everyones’ fingerprints on it and may distort or leave out facts based on it’s own beliefs and agenda. Your news blogger will make the same mistakes only using the limited resources they have at hand (whether that be their own first hand experience, those of people around them or just what they dig up off of other sites). The agenda of your everyday blogger is simply to convey their emotions and thoughts at that particular moment. And while the facts may not be accurate, the emotions are as real as anything happening out there.

All in all, it just depends on what you want to read.

The Weekend (Or: How Jason Got Into A Fight At The Comic Shop)

Okay, I’ll get the rest of the stuff outta the way first. Saw Lord of the Rings Friday night and was blown away! WOW! Great movie, if you haven’t seen it yet, you’re nuts, go see it now! If you’ve already seen it, go again. Saturday I picked up the Tenacious D CD and it RULES! Funny ass shit, buy it now! I was a bit confused as to why Camelot (Fye now) put it under Heavy Metal considering it’s two guys screwing around on acoustic guitars for most of the album but I assume it’s the devil looking guy on the cover that did it. Sunday I watched the Washington Capitals suck against the Carolina Hurricanes. Wait, not suck, really, they ended up with a 5-5 tie when Carolina’s 11 points ahead of them in the Eastern Conference (I think that’s where they stand) but, man, the Caps could not get it together. Okay, they were down 2-0 in the first 2:10 minutes and ended up tying, okay, that’s fine, but, ugh. Lots of blown chances and bad calls. Great game, though, I hadn’t been to a hockey game in close to 15 years. Good times.

Okay, Friday evening, before LotR…

I got off of work early, yea me. So, on my way home I figure I’d stop by the comic store to get my weekly fix (if you haven’t picked up on it yet, I’m a dork). Well, I go into my usual haunt (a really BIG dork) and there are two guys in there, Jim who runs the place (first name basis with owner = HUGE dork) and some customer he’s helping find something. Fair enough. I grab a few books and start looking for my bag (bag = subscriptions = GARGANTUAN dork). Then I hear the line that starts my weekend off with a bang.

“What did you just put in your pocket?”

Not to me, no, Jim was talking to the other guy who just said “what?” and “it’s just my beer” and pulled out his beer to show off, a nice tall can of Icehouse and obviously not his first. So Jim insists and I just stand there. Now, where Jim’s got this guy he’s cornered (unless he knocks stuff down) and where I’m standing is pretty much the only way out should he get around Jim (or knock stuff down), so I act as if nothings up, I don’t want to get this guy riled up yet. Jim says to give him the stuff and he won’t call the cops (they always say that, don’t they?) and the guy pulls three comics outta his pants.

Now..

1) those things will never EVER be able to be sold again.

2) three comics, two of one issue, one of another, so two comics really

3) they weren’t even big comics, old X-Men that are probably cover price, so a total of MAYBE $10.

So, this guy’s trying to shoplift a few comics. Okay, great. I’m calling him Moron here on out. More reasons why coming up.

So, Jim says he’s gonna call the cops now. The guy freaks a bit and pushes his way past Jim who, while not a small guy, is kinda old and what not. In steps me. I get in the way, the guy pushes a bit more, Jim grabs him from behind, the guy struggles a wee bit and then stops. Jim asks if I’ve got him, I say sure, and he goes for the phone.

So it’s me and Moron. He’s leaning on me, breathing heavy, I smell the beer, I figure he’s trying to pick me up or something. He takes a step back, looks at his hands which he clenches and then he leans into me again, hard this time, trying to get through.

Then he sucker punches me twice upside the head.

Now I’m pissed.

I grab Moron and he pulls back, the two of us stumbling into a couple book racks and knocking them down. He turns and thanks to his big ass and slick winter coat slips from me and I stumble but thanks to his big ass and slick winter coat I grab onto him again and pull myself upright and grab him again.

Now, Marie’s Books and Things (the store that is named after Jim’s wife) is a cramped place, maybe two feet of room to walk through in it’s total of three aisles. And there’s lots of shit on the floor. So, all this struggling and stuff knocks a few things over and feet become tangled.

We fall and I somehow end up on bottom, my head hitting the floor and Moron getting to his feet. Of course, he proceeds to kick me and one foot comes inches from stomping on my head. I’m REALLY pissed. I grabbed one of his legs and thought “ooo…I could kick him in the nuts!” but then common sense kicked in. Okay, while it may hurt him in the long run, he was drunk and could have shrugged it off and had leverage on his side so, had he chosen to retaliate with his heel and little more weight, well, I could have said bye bye to any thought of Jason Jr’s running around.

So I hold on to his leg tight. Jim comes around the counter from the phone and jumps on Moron’s back, who just shrugs him off and the proceeds to pound on the top of Jim’s head. And now Jim’s on my legs, pinning me down and ruining any chance of me getting up.

Moron struggles a bit, breaks free from me holding his feet, and is out the door.

I check on Jim, run out the door, Moron’s gone.

Okay, now I’m REALLY PISSED!

I wanted blood now. That bastard was a dead man if I found him. I hesitated to punch him then, I wouldn’t do it again, that’s for sure. Oh, and Jim and I had plenty of time to steam cause it took the cops FIFTEEN MINUTES to get there. Yep. Marie’s is about 5-7 blocks from police hq yet it took them 15 minutes to get someone there. ARUGH!

So, the cops show up and we start giving a description when another call comes over his scanner. Seems they have someone that kinda matches the description not too far away. GREAT!

Ends up Moron ran out the store and ducked into a flower shop in the same strip with Marie’s. The guy there called the cops about this drunk moron and Moron ran out the door, went a block away, sat down and cracked open his delicious Icehouse. So, the police caught him.

Jim went down and ID’d him and that was that, the bastard was caught and I’m still pissed. I want a piece of him. Grrrr….

Mike McGee put it best: ” Who the fuck steals comic books, anyway? That’s actually the most encouraging thing I’ve heard about the industry in years.”

Anyways, that started my weekend.

So, how was yours?

2001/11/28/links

Grrrrrr…. Fugitive abortion foe: I sent anthrax threats Fugitive Clayton Waagner said he is the sender of a series of anthrax threats to family planning clinics, and said he plans to begin killing 42 clinic workers he has identified, according to a fellow anti-abortion militant who says Waagner held him at gunpoint Friday.

How to DRIVE FAST on DRUGS while getting your WING-WANG SQUEEZED and not SPILL YOUR DRINK

The Poop Machine

Cowpie Clocks

To: ALL *NSYNC FANS How are you guys? I’m OK, but a little upset, and disappointed…I wanna show you all something that I’ve ‘definitely’ noticed within the past 6 months or so. First of all…When *NSYNC first started out, they clamed to be 5 Young Christian Men, Clean Cut, No Dirty Music, And So On. Now Look at whats happened…..The world and Satan has totally destroyed them and their faith in God, recently, they’ve all denied there faith in God, and have admitted to being embarrassed about it, some of them have problems with cursing, and they’re not clean cut at all really, just listen to some of there songs like – “Digital Getdown”, “You Got It”, “I Just Wanna Be With You”, “If I’m Not The One”, “Supersize It”. (Watch the Supersize it performance, I have it taped)

This is Not a Web Page

Butt Ice Cool down your aching butt with Anurex from Butt-Ice.com! Relief will soon be as close as your refrigerator door.

ATTENTION!

Boogers A Celebration

Spaniard charged for bizarre goal celebration Sevilla’s Francisco Gallardo has been charged by the Spanish soccer federation for biting team mate Jose Antonio Reyes’ penis after he had scored in the club’s 4-0 win over Valladolid at the weekend.

Father kills boy for not counting to 100 A MAN beat his five-year-old son to death in the north Chinese province of Shanxi because the boy could not count to 100, state media said.

Rapture Letters After the rapture, there will be a lot of speculation as to why millions of people have just disappeared. Unfortunately, after the rapture, only non believers will be left to come up with answers. You probably have family and friends that you have witnessed to and they just won’t listen. After the rapture they probably will, but who will tell them?

The Female Fantasy Boxing Page This page is dedicated to Fantasy Female Boxing and Fist Fighting. I hope to be able to add some more interesting fights to the voting this month, stay tuned. I added some of the results for many of the fights and I am counting the remaining votes.

Have you Decided to Follow Jesus?

Skeletor Looks for a Job