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| 02:40pm 10/11/2009 |
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mood:  tired
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Or I'm just weird.
It's October 10th, 2009. As us wonky americans write it, 11 / 10 / 09. This sort of date sequence only happens ten times a century, and by American reckoning, next year will be the last in my lifetime unless medical technology just blows our minds, which would be awesome.
Happy countdown day, everyone!
*zooms around* |
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| Things to do today. |
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| 03:12pm 09/11/2009 |
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Though item 4) will probably get bounced to tomorrow.
1) Write two brief things for Industrial Psych (job description for my ideal job, written of the quality and character as if it came out of the Dictionary of Occupational Titles) and
2) Translate my notes on the back quarter of Chapter 8 into a narrative for HAT, and review the narratives of two of my fellow group members, for our group presentation on Chapter 8 wednesday. God, I hate this segment of this class, have learned far too little, and pray it will soon be over and we'll be back to a "lecture with a bit of discussion" format soon.
3) Review notes in Sporpsych 'cause I'm skipping it atm to work on 1) and 2) (break time!).
4) Discuss "important matters" regarding my thoughts on and place in the guild today with the rest of management. This is very much unlikely to end "well", but has been a long time coming. I have come to peace with whatever is to come, though hopefully people will actually listen to me. Remember, self, there's cool people everywhere.
5) Attend Gamers @ TSU meeting from 7-9 fuck yes! Mondays don't suck anymore!
6) Sleep. I would like to net more hours tonight than I did last night (late to bed + insomnia + early morning to drive back to San Marcos = fuzzy brained fuggle)
7) Maybe play some Borderlands or try and get my Shaman to level 74.
eta: 8) disregard No Shave November, restore proper grooming procedures and habits. |
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| Hm. |
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| 12:46am 09/11/2009 |
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mood:  thoughtful
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Things change. The center, as they say, cannot hold. It is a fundamental consequence of time. This is no disaster, nor is it necessarily the end, only an end. The end is the end but an end is also a point of transition. Transition is not bad - but more than that, it will happen: if you fight it, THEN it becomes disaster.
It's better to grasp that things change, and to find how the center shifts. Go with it. |
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| Holy crap, youtube of the caroling! |
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| 01:18am 03/11/2009 |
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I knew it was coming, but still. XD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poqFyk3xkzc
Warning: we do not sing well =p
Also, holy crap, I found the game club and anime club at TSU today. Wish I had a year ago or so, but still - holy crap, being a bit social. GASP.
Next year, or for the hell of it, I'm retooling my costume a bit. Losing the lab coat and just going in a suit, gonna get a colorful band (well, somber, but a splash of color nonetheless) for the tophat (maybe a dark purple?), pick up a cane with a skull on the tip and make a small gas mask for it (if I could) ... remember gloves... and perhaps a lei of small skulls. I wonder if I could get my hands on cheap, sterile-bleached mouse skulls to use something real. I might also put some fake blood spray (red for the look and a hint of being fresh, or brownish red for authenticity and the hint of it being old?) on the mask, too.
I also need to write some Bob Rivers style carols - the tune of christmas carols, but with lyrics bent towards the morbid and macabre. |
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| Weekend. |
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| 02:03am 02/11/2009 |
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mood:  amused
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So! Halloween. Caroling had its ups and its downs and we argued a bit over what was a fitting song for caroling.
But still, the second year of this tradition was off-key, off-key, and off the wall hook Was bitchin'.
Didn't get pictures of me / us in costume; but a couple people video taped us, and it seems we'll be up on youtube. And I'll be getting back in costume to get some pics in a couple days.
We had some good chili, some alright wine (I got tipsy) and watched I Was A Zombie For The FBI (since I couldn't get my hands on a rental of Dog Soldiers), had cookies, watched two episodes of Phantom Quest Corp and one of Comic Party, chilled, BSed, and good times were had.
And then when it went from 1:58 ... to 1:59, to 1:00, I started singing, and at least half the people joined in.
It's just a jump to the left ... / ... And then a step to the right~
*hum hum hum huuuum* LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN~
And then we entered the proper shift for time again. Oh yeah!
If it weren't for my glasses getting broken (t.t), it would have been great. And even then, it was frustrating, it was a headache, but it was still a positive weekend. :D
I'll also have to get some pics of my new glasses, too. |
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| Random Thoughts. |
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| 03:12am 16/10/2009 |
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mood: thoughtful
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I now have two "excellent ideas", one of which one professor thinks has a lot of potential to research, one of which the professor thinks would make an, I quote, "excellent master's thesis." This is on top of my two or three other ideas I really want to research. Aw, application and pure theory science why must you both be so my loves?
That and a whole theory to read into because if I understand it leaves out a whole possible range of ways of being due to the possible problems of a linear spectrum.
This pleases me.
Well, 'Law-Abiding Citizen' is out. Hopefully now the commercials will stop, and stop making me feel sick. :/
I wonder if there's something resembling symbolism in the weight of a gun.
What was the original problem with my guild got solved, yet 90% of my discontent remains. Interesting. And yet still it remains fascinating from an Industrial / Organizational Psychology standpoint...
Infidel Castro remains determined to encourage me to transfer to his server. If it wasn't a pvp server, and wasn't alliance, I'd be pretty close to doing it. Now, though, the idea takes some getting used to. It's a couple big shifts, and hey, Alliance sucks. ^^;
Hell - if even one of those two was different, I'd almost be sold. |
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| Fear my ideas! |
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| 02:08pm 10/10/2009 |
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mood:  devious
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I have a great, if kind of specialty / "novelty" idea.
I really am starting to think I should pursue it.
Probably patent the idea (though I'm not quite sure I could do that).
And I'm not sure how I'd make them at home, I'd probably need to outsource production. Well, I could possibly make them at home but it'd take a lot of work to get it set up.
And then just sell it online.
AGH, so many QUESTIONS and I don't know where / who to go to / to ask / google. Mrrr.
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| I think the universe is telling me to write. |
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| 10:19pm 06/10/2009 |
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mood: amused
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Saturday or Sunday: Was listening to a burned cd of mine, and with two songs back to back I realized they were pretty good at describing the relationship between two characters at that point in the story (albeit with the genders reversed, and one representing more his interpretation of her actions than a real representation) ... Since I know people're curious: 'Save Yourself' by Stabbing Westward, and 'Angels' by Within Temptation.
Yesterday: I saw two girls on the bus. Now, I mean, I see a lot of women at Texas State (har har) - but! These two were special (in my attention) - each looked about 80% like the same character of mine, and between them about the only things 'missing' were hair color, hair style, eye color, and the fact that neither's quite built like her in physical conditioning. It was weird. o.o |
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| "Don't believe in me, who believes in you. |
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| 02:47am 04/10/2009 |
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mood: thoughtful
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Don't believe in you, who believes in me.
Believe in yourself, who believes in you."
You know, if I believed in MYSELF even HALF as much as other people believe in me, I'd be fucking unstoppable. |
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| 01:53am 03/10/2009 |
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mood:  determined
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My current mornings during the week:
Previous night: Shower.
10:30: Alarm goes off. I hit snooze.
11:50: Get out of bed. Run out the door. Go to class.
12:30: Class.
My next step (next week):
Previous night: Shower.
10:30: Alarm goes off. Snoozing begins.
11:00: Get up.
~11:10: Eat breakfast (hardboiled egg, some sort of fruit, some sort of toast, and possibly some coffee or form of fruit or veggie juice).
11:10-11:45: Rest, dick around on laptop.
11:45: Leave for class.
My ultimate goal (hopefully by two weeks):
10:00: Alarm goes off. Hit snooze.
10:08: Alarm goes off again. Get up.
10:10 - 11:30: In some order, eat breakfast, be physically active for ~30 minutes (walk, then move up to walk-jog, then move up to jog, then move up to "push hard, walk, push hard, walk" cycles), shower.
11:30: Check e-mail, webcomics, various forumae.
11:45: Go to class. |
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| "But there's no sense crying over every mistake..." |
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| 03:34pm 24/09/2009 |
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mood: thoughtful
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"...You just keep on trying 'till you run out of cake."
"Keep on beginning and failing. Each time you fail, start all over again, and you will grow stronger until have accomplished a purpose - not the one you began with perhaps, but one you'll be glad to remember." ~ Anne Sullivan
Not entirely related to my last post, just something I've been figuring out lately. |
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| Lessons learned, eh? |
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| 03:28pm 24/09/2009 |
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mood:  hindsight should be foresight
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Things I learned today:
*What future IOP tests will be like.
*That details and specifics on numbers still trip me up, but I'm generally awesome.
*My belief that essay and short answer are better than multiple choice continues to be supported.
*Writing a full page essay on the Two Factor Model of Employee Satisfaction, along with four-ish paragraphs defining five other terms is murder on my hand.
Redheaded girl and I finished our tests almost in unison. I took a few quick steps and caught up with her on the way out.
*Her voice absolutely kills me. It's a sea-level voice (neither deep, nor high), and husky and oh GOD I almost fell over dead because I could listen to her just TALK.
*She has a boyfriend.
*She's noticed that I somehow seem to have all the answers in class even when I don't.
*Like me, she thinks she did pretty well without studying too much.
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*I always think of what I should have said AFTER the chance has passed.
"It sucks, I had tests in every class this week." And so I said, "geeze, that does suck - owch", not "oh, man, that sucks ... what were they over?" (aka 'what're you taking') ... and I should have gotten her name. And email. "You seem pretty smart, too. Can I get your contact info? It'd be good to be able to find out what all I missed if I end up missing class."
DOH.
So, for today: attempts at reaching out to another physical human being: mildly successful. |
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| What've I been up to? Well, since you asked... :P |
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| 05:49pm 23/09/2009 |
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mood:  content
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Gonna share a few random vignettes from the past couple days, getting some thoughts externalized and stories told.
I Learned A New Skill.
Namely, transmute oil to FUCKING FIRE. So - I was going to cook some steaks for me and my brother. I put the pan on the stove, turn the stove to high, and start seasoning the steaks and microwaving the butter since I forgot to bring it to room temperature. Pan gets hot, so I add the olive oil.
It looks weird for a moment and then the next moment, evaporates. I have a second to numbly go "... what the fuck" and for some wiser part of me to jack my body and I take a step back.
The next moment, my pan full of olive oil becomes a pan full of INFERNO. I panic for a moment and stare in shock, and then grab the lid and slap it on the pan to cut off the O2. Thankfully the fire goes out before flaming oil splatters somewhere else flammable, but not not before the kitchen is full of smoke and the alarm is going off.
On the up side, I pulled my shirt over my nose, got a new pan, and started cooking. Didn't turn it up so hot this time around. And you know what?
Those were some of the best steaks I can remember having. $30 Filet from a steakhouse? NOTHING on this Ribeye with nothing more than copious salt and pepper, and then a pat (pad?) of butter in the last 30 seconds or so. Melt it, shake the pan, and then tilt it up a bit to pool the juices, oil, and butter, and then baste the steak with that liberally before pulling from the pan. And don't forget your couple minutes of rest.
DELICIOUS.
Fucking Hormones, Or Goddamn Shyness.
So, Tuesday. Industrial Psych. I notice this girl, with lovely copper-red hair, in this low-cut top. She's same row as me, but a couple columns to the right. As the teacher is to my right, I was sort of sitting oriented that way. She kept turning to her left, and bending over to get something from her backpack.
It was ... quite distracting. I feel bad for it, but I was pretty much ogling (though desperately trying to cover it) when she did so, an tuning the prof out a bit. :/
Fucking hormones, as I said! Quite annoying.
Despite there telling me to do so making no sense (because why would I? there's no reason to...), I've since been goaded by basically everyone else into trying to talk to her the next time I have a chance. Probably tomorrow, but tomorrow's a test, so we'll see. Nervous as hell, I tells ya - goddamn shyness.
But jesus christ she was attractive, and no I'm NOT saying that just because she looked like she had an epic and well-proportioned chest.
Plus she's a psych major, I think, so that's always good. Or bad. I can never remember which. Depends on how we use the Power of Psychology, I think.
I'd like to apologize for the ogling, but that just seems a recipe for being horribly awkward and disastrous.
( the next one is long, so the next couple are under a cut. )
Dr. Wheeler, However, I Do Disagree With
Same IOP class as the girl who kept leaning over in the tight, low-cut top. He ends the class, for some reason, with a digression into how he supports whatever means necessary for combatting terrorism, including torture and suspension of legal procedures, that he can't believe we would or should give them defense counsel and rights.
"Terrorists don't have rules of engagement. They didn't sign the geneva convention accords. They do have or care about civil rights. So why should we let such things get in our way of trying to stop them from hurting, or killing, me, or you, or the people we care about?"
I ... said nothing. I mean, deliberate act of will keeping my mouth shut. Because inside I was screaming, even though my inner voice was level.
What I was saying inside, what I should have said: "they are terrorists in large part because of those lacks, and that is why we oppose and condemn them. I would like to think, meanwhile, that WE are NOT terrorists. And it is our actions, how we comport ourselves, or don't, that defines us as such... or not."
...I do like him, though. He thinks I know everything. This isn't entirely true, though - I only know ~93% of everything, and half of that is just IOP is more intuitive than Social Psych, though SocPsy was intuitive once you assume a lot of it is counterintuitive. Still, it's good for my ego that every class period I can get one or two or three "good question / observation, Chris", and he will pick me if he wants someone to give him the right answer. :D I just avoid bringing up politics. ^_^;;
So yeah. I go from almost no updates to WALL OF TEXT CRITS READER FOR 99,999. ^_^; |
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| WoW Drama. Yay. |
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| 12:26pm 22/09/2009 |
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mood: psyching self up?
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Rave: Patch 3.2.2! Onyxia's back!
... Onyxon? Arrrruuu!
Rant? I just want to grouse about WoW drama. This is my guild lately: struggling to get the people together for 10s and raids falling apart if just one person has to go or has technical difficulties. And outside of raid nights (MTH 6:45 to ~11+ server), it's been a ghost town lately. There's three 80s, or one of the 80s, his sister, and her fiance, who granted are in Outland and maybe almost to Northrend, online. Everyone else is playing Aion. So there's no real guild chat (unless you want to hop into the Vent channel where everyone's on Aion 'cause they all made their own hilariously badly named guild there), and no one much to do anything with in-guild - can't even really muster a group for the daily heroic.
It's a dysfunctional, dead guild that keeps shambling on like some sort of zombie.
I could probably get a position in a more functional guild like *snaps fingers*, but this is my guild. I was one of the charter members and've been an officer since day one. Even though I've been a dissenting voice on most of the rules and the prevalent slightly leadership->member antagonistic attitudes in the guild, it's my guild, it's fun, and it's a point of pride. It wouldn't feel right to be on the server and not be a part of it. Besides, I'm top dps and we struggle with membership, I'd kind of shaft the others, many of who are friends, if I left.
But on the other hand, what really are the benefits of staying? It does have a nice raid schedule and a mostly good (occasionally asinine to the point of wall-bangingly frustrating) raid attitude, and good atmosphere WHEN PEOPLE ARE AROUND... I dunno.
I think I'll be leaving, at the latest, when someone skips raid to stay on Aion. We already stopped raid early last night and, if not for aion, everyone'd jumped ship to play over there PDQ.
I wanted to kill Arthas with these friends; but I seriously doubt that'll ever happen.
If they have more fun on Aion than WoW, that's fine! I'm not saying they should stick it out. Just that we're a zombie guild, and despite needing people I cannot, in good faith, recruit into this environment. |
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| 04:09pm 16/09/2009 |
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mood: I'm a hack
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Lately, I seem to have this really annoying problem of watching movies and seeing not just the movie I'm watching (be it bad, like Gamer, or even phenomenal, like District 9), but also seeing it, and judging it against, other things that could be done with the ideas.
It really is quite annoying. :x
So, movies:
Gamer has some interesting ideas you could make a great movie or two out of but is just an atrocious mess that spends a good chunk of the movie assaulting your senses without any sort of compelling action or drama and very little ham. The dance is cool, but they all shoulda been singing instead of him.
9 is pretty good and it certainly has some badass touches, but I would've kinda changed the ending, maybe, and like Gamer it 'suffers' for focusing too much on being a chase / action / monster movie, but lately maybe I'm just being a drama / introspection whore. For what it is, it's lovely, fun, exceptionally competent, and definitely moving. It just could have been thought-provoking, the kind of thing you dwell on for a while, but it never quite makes it there.
District 9 is kinda like 9 in that in the end it semi-devolves into an action movie but it does manage to keep up the greatness through the bang-out at the end, and the movie is phenomenal. I can't even switch to superlative profanity to call it "fucking phenomenal", it's just, simply, one of the best movies I've seen in decades. |
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| 12:06pm 14/09/2009 |
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mood:  creative
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Figured I'd start actually recording some of this stuff in a couple places instead of just having it exist as ideas bounced off friends.
( ideas ) |
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| Quick poll. |
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| 02:35am 09/09/2009 |
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mood: thoughtful
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Not being bitter even. ^^ Or emo. Springing from a WoW discussion, also posted to facebook, but it's different people here. I have a question for my friend's list.
Do you consider it to be morally - not legally, but morally - wrong to download a pirated copy of software you already legally own if you somehow "lose" the legit copy you own?
eta: Personally, I have absolutely no problem with it. I don't even consider it theft, because you can't steal what you already own. Now I'm sure there's EULAs saying I don't really own a copy of whatever software I purchase, and I'll respect their scumbag but legal (and possibly necessary as tools) agreements and that they'd hold up in a court of law (which is another issue, such EULAs and such might be tools, but you don't always need to use a tool) - but that doesn't make them right. I bought the software, it's mine, and if something goes wrong, it's my right as a consumer AND OWNER to obtain a new copy as long as it doesn't cost anyone extra resources (so, piracy yes, as long as you're not redistributing it, but theft of a physical copy, no). |
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| 10:09pm 06/09/2009 |
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mood:  blah
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I've decided that if "soulmates" really exists as anything other than a human construct to server as a shorthand to explain how you feel about someone, it is one of the most depressing things in the universe.
If there really is one person out there in the world that we're, personality wise, a perfect romantic fit for, and if there's someone out there who's the same for us, and we're some sort of matching set, then this is one of the largest tragedies of the human race. |
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| FPS Offline, or "Fuggle's gonna get someone shot and you're gonna watch". |
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| 11:14am 31/08/2009 |
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mood: hmmmm
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Or... I dunno.
Past couple days I've had this sort of growing idea for a tv show, which I guess is nominally a reality/game show, in my head.
( yada yada original idea do not steal, yada. )
Ideally, Gunny would host. :D
Ideally, too, somehow maybe getting some sort of Pentagon backing would be cool, and thus access to some sort of military personnel for the Advisors and actual hardware, both in terms of weapons AND gear... Hey, they contributed millions to Transformers and Transformers 2, so you never know. |
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