Website Updates of Sorts: December 2004 Archives

I'm in the early stages of dismantling Chinqwamania, because I'm a big grown-up now and don't want that kind of garbage to ruin my career. I'm putting my domain registration through the proverbial paper shredder by way of letting it expire in February. If it makes the image any more appealing, think of me as a politician, the time as midnight, and the light source as flashlight. Nothing will hinder me on the rocky climb up that ladder. My reputation is stellar.
Fairly soon, I'll be taking the videos offline. I'll save them for nostalgia's sake, so that years from now I can dig up my old external CD-ROM drive (by then the media will be obsolete, you see), pop in the scratched polycarbonate plastic disc, and weep in front of the images because I am young, so young. By this time, I will be a disembodied head floating around in a hovercraft.
Jake Monstrosity suffers a different fate. I have already moved him over to this site. You can find him here. He is also available via a link on the random page. See nav bar to the left. I'm attempting to come up with new, fresh ideas for Jake, considering it's all getting a little stale.... Any input would be appreciated and ignored. No, kidding. Appreciated.

Yesterday I forgot to include two useless pieces of information that it was just as well I omitted:

1) I have finally gotten threaded comments to work on this thing. Amazingly, all it took was for me to use my noggin and actually LOOK at the code, rather than cut and paste whatever was given to me and place blind faith in developers. Forgot about that little thing called "brain" (no, wait, I mean "Krang"). So, if this should ever be flooded with comments by those amazed by the wit and stupidity of my entries, you, yes you, can reply to any comment you choose, and the comment will appear nested. Because I adore livejournal, is why.

2) I have named my car. At first I was going to call it "Subarobot" (because it's a Subaru and it's metallic gray), a name I still kind of love and may use on occasion, but I finally decided on "Mister Sulu." Because it's a Japanese car, and when I put the pedal to the metal I can say, in my best Sulu impersonation, "Warp 8, cap'n." You see, I'm not much of a Trekkie, so I can. It is impossible for this name to at all reflect on my coolness. I am not a geek. I am a human being.

Update: All I want for Christmas.

I just discovered, in attempting to clean up the chinqwamania site, that I still had a few remnants of an old blog there from last March. God, I was depressed. I'm about to delete all that forever, but before I do that, I'd like to include part of an entry that reminded me of something forgotten: my "second script," set in space.

No aliens, no A.I. Gone Bad, no Jason, no Leprechaun, no zombies even -- although someday I will write a zombie movie, when I can come up with something that has not been done before. (Why do you think I meditate? This is something that has to be attained. Like Nirvana. A zombie movie.)

Space makes for a pretty boring setting unless something goes wrong. Well, this is a stupid argument. Any place makes for a pretty boring setting unless something goes wrong. But a space freighter (Freighter of what, who knows? I just like Alien, is all.), running smoothly, same crew working steadily -- that is boring. Dare I say, maddening. Has anyone other than Ren & Stimpy dealt with the subject of space madness resulting from nothing but BOREDOM? Did I mention that this would be a comedy?

OK, the characters, as they are now, are two:

1) A grease monkey of some sort, whose name rhymes with "truck" or at least has a syllable very close to "truck"... like DRUKKER. Or BROCK. Or MACK. He's as steady as a rock that's steady. He's also always dirty, and probably just a tad hot.

2) A woman, whose name I had but now I can't remember because I never write things down. She's socially inept, because she's in space. And has been for a long time.

What a hack I am. Solaris. 2001. That guy in Matrix named Dozer. It's good for me to occasionally look back and say, "God. What an unoriginal dork I was 9 months ago."