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Fish!!!! @#%!

We pimped out Zach's cool terrarium tank. He's got fish and a red eye tree frog. At the same time I got some stuff for my tank. Here's some shots of before and after of the little tank and just a shot of the big tank with it's new giant rock, new plants, and CO2 injector for the plants.

This is before

This is after

And this is the big tank with the new rock.

I'm really surprised how much of a difference some new granvel, wood, rock, and plants make in that little tank. It just looks so awesome now. I'm happy with it. I get to enjoy my tanks every morning before work. Well, I'm out for now.

PS3 MGS4 Bundle

So, I have since finished reading Kafka on the Shore. I didn't like it as much as The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. I've now started reading the Death Note book. I don't know it's actual name, just that it's about the LA BB murders...whether that is fact or not, I don't know. But the book is very interesting. I like it.

Did some organizing of the badge suggestions for Otakon. And pre-ordered my PS3 at last. I tell you, the wait for this frickin' Metal Gear Solid 4 PS3 bundle was killing. But it is mine, thanks to my girlfriend. Poor her. She had to be there to order for me because the pre-order on Amazon started when I clock in at work. But she got it. She was praised appropriately. From what I hear, they were gone in minutes. But it looks like EB Games still has the bundle for pre-order with a MGS bluetooth headpiece...because you know you really want that for an extra 50 bucks XP. Ah, well...now the wait till the actual release. Then the shipping wait. I am still trying to figure out what other games to get for it. I just can't decide. And $60 a game doesn't make it any easier.

Forgot to add this...I was impressed by my speedtest results here. So I thought I'd stick 'em up. The upstream isn't amazing, but the DS is crazy... plenty more bandwidth than I need, I'm sure.

Reading Can Be Fun too

Since I've been waiting since April to buy one of the new bundled PS3's with MGS4, I picked up a bunch of books to pass the time. I came along an argument that I just found hysterical for some reason. So I'm gonna post it here. It's from Haruki Murakami's "Kafka on the Shore" uhh...pages 161-166

At noon, while Oshima goes out to the garden to eat his lunch, I fill in for him behind the counter.
"Excuse me, but I have a question," one of the women comes over and says. The tall one. Her tone of voice is hard and unyielding, like a loaf of bread someone forgot on the back of a shelf.
"Yes, what can I do for you?"
She frowns and looks at me like I'm some off-kilter picture frame. "Aren't you a high school student?"
"Yes, that's right. I'm a trainee," I answer.
"Is there one of your superiors I could talk to?"
I go out to the garden to Oshima. He slowly takes a sip of coffee to dissolve the bite of food in his mouth, brushes the crumbs from his lap, and comes inside.
"Yes, may I help you?" Oshima asks her amiably.
"Just to let you know, we're investigating public cultural facilities in the entire country from a woman's point of view, looking at ease of use, fair access, and other issues," she says. "Our group is doing a yearlong investigation and plans to publish a public report on our findings. A large number of women are involved in this project, and the two of us happen to be in charge of this region."
"If you don't mind," Oshima says, "would you tell me the name of this organization?"
The woman whips out a business card and passes it to him.
His expression unchanged, Oshima reads it carefully, places it on the counter, then looks up with a blazing smile and gazes intently at the woman. A first-class smile guaranteed to make any red-blooded woman blush.
This woman, strangely enough, doesn't react, not even a twich of an eye-brow. "What we've concluded is that, unfortunately, this library has several issues that need to be addressed."
"From the viewpoint of women, is what you're saying," Oshima commented.
"Correct, from the viewpoint of women," the woman answers. She clears her throat. "And we'd like to bring this up with your administration and hear their response, so if you don't mind?"
"We don't have something as fancy as an administration, but I would happy to listen to you."
"Well, first of all you have no restroom set aside for women. That's correct, isn't it?"
"Yes, that's right. There's no women's restroom in this library. We have one restroom for both men and women."
"Even if you are a private facility, since you're open to the public don't you think -- in principle -- that you should provide separate restrooms for men and women?"
"In principle?" Oshima says.
"Correct. Shared facilities give rise to all sorts of harassment. According to our survey, the majority of women are reluctant to use shared bathrooms. This is a clear case of neglect of your female patrons."
"Neglect...," Oshima says, and makes a face like he's swallowed something bitter by mistake. He doesn't much like the sound of the word, it would seem.
"An intentional oversight."
"Intentional oversight," he repeats, and gives some thought to this clumsy phrase.
"So what's your reaction to all this?" the woman asks, barely containing her irritation.
"As you can see," Oshima says, "we're a very small library. And unfortunately we don't have the space for separate restrooms. Naturally it would be better to have separate facilities, but none of our patrons have ever complained. For better or for worse, our library doesn't get very crowded. If you'd like to pursue this issue of separate restrooms further, I suggest you go to the Boeing headquarters in Seattle and address the issue of restrooms on 747s. A 747's much bigger than our little library, and much more crowded. As far as I'm aware, all restrooms on passenger jets are shared by men and women."
The tall woman frowns at him severely, her cheekbones jutting forward and her glasses riding up her nose. "We are not investigating airplanes. 747s are beside the point."
"Wouldn't restrooms in both jets and in our library -- in principle -- give rise to the same sorts of problems?"
"We are investigating, one by one, public facilities. We're not here to argue over principles."
Oshima's supple smile never fades during this exchange. "Is that so? I could have sworn that principles were exactly what we were discussing."
The woman realizes she's blown it. She blushes a bit, though not because of Oshima's sex appeal. She tries a different tact. "At any rate, jumbo jets are irrelevant here. Don't try to confuse the issue."
Understood. No more airplanes," Oshima promises. "We'll bring things down to earth."
The woman glares at him and, after taking a breath, forges on. "One other issue I'd like to raise is how you have authors here separated by sex."
"Yes, that's right. The person who was in charge before us cataloged these and for whatever reason divided them into male and female. We were thinking of recataloging all of them, but haven't been able to as of yet."
"We're not criticizing you for this," she says.
Oshima tilts his head slightly.
"The problem, though, is that in all categories male authors are listed before female authors," she says. "To our way of thinking this violates the principle of sexual equality and is totally unfair."
Oshima picks up her business card again, runs his eyes over it, then lays it back down on the counter. "Ms. Soga," he begins, "when they called the role in school your name would have come before Ms. Tanaka, and after Ms. Sekine. Did you file a complaint about that? Did you object, asking to reverse the order? Does G get angry because it follows F in the alphabet? Does page 68 in a book start a revolution just because it follows 67?"
"That's not the point," she says angrily. "You're intentionally trying to confuse the issue here."
Hearing this, the shorter woman, who'd been standing in front of a stack taking notes, races over.
"Intentionally trying to confuse the issue," Oshima repeats, like he's underlining the woman's words.
"Are you denying it?"
"That's a red herring," Oshima replies.
The woman named Soga stands there, mouth slightly ajar, not saying a word.
"In English there's this expression red herring. Something that's very interesting but leads you astray from the main topic. I'm afraid I haven't looked into why they use that kind of expression, though."
"Herrings or mackeral or whatever, you're dodging the issue."
"Actually what I'm doing is shifting the analogy," Oshima says. "One of the most effective methods of arguments, according to Aristotle. The citizens of ancient Athens enjoyed using this kind of intellectual trick very much. It's a shame, though, that at the time women weren't included in the definition of 'citizen.'"
"Are you making fun of us?"
Oshima shakes his head. "Look, what I'm trying to get across is this: I'm sure there are many more effective ways of making sure that Japanese women's rights are guaranteed than sniffing around a small library in a little town and complaining about the restrooms and card catalog. We're doing our level best to see that this modest library of ours helps the community. We've assembled an outstanding collection for people who love books. And we do our utmost to put a human face on all our dealings with the public. You might no be aware of it, but this library's collection of poetry-related material from the 1910s to the mid-Showa period is nationally recognized. Of course there are things we could do better, and limits to what we can accomplish. But rest assured we're doing our very best. I think it'd be a whole lot better if you focus on what we do well than what we're unable to do. Isn't that what you call fair?"
The tall woman looks at the short one, who looks back up at her and opens her mouth for the first time. "You've just been evading the point, mouthing empty arguments that avoid taking responsibility," she says in a really high-pitched voice. "In reality, to use the term for the sake of convenience, what you're doing is an easygoing attempt at self-justification. You are a totally pathetic, historical example of the phallocentric, to put mildly."
"A pathetic, historical example," Oshima repeats, obviously impressed. By his tone of voice he seems to like the sound of that phrase.
"In other words you're a typical sexist, patriarchic male," the tall one pipes in, unable to conceal her irritation.
"A patriarchic male, "Oshima again repeats.
The short one ignores this and goes on. "You're employing the status quo and the cheap phallocentric logic that supports it to reduce the entire female gender to second-class citizens, to limit and deprive women of the rights they're due. You're doing this unconsciously rather than deliberately, but that makes you even guiltier. You protect vested male interests and become inured to the pain of others, and don't even try to see what evil your blindness causes women and society. I realize that the problems with restrooms and card catalogs are mere details, but if we don't begin with the small things we'll never be able to throw off the cloak of blindness that covers our society. Those are the principles by which we act."
"That's the way every sensible woman feels," the tall one adds, her face expressionless.
"How could any woman of generous spirit behave otherwise, given the torments that I face," Oshima says.
The two women stand there as silent as icebergs.
"Electra, by Sophocles. A wonderful play. And by the way, the term gender was originally used to indicate grammatical gender. My feeling is the word 'sex' is more accurate in terms of indicating physical sexual difference. Using 'gender' here is incorrect. To put a linguistic fine point on it."
A frozen silence follows.
"At any rate, what you've been saying is fundamentally wrong," Oshima says, calmly yet emphatically. "I am most definitely not a pathetic, historical example of a patriarchic male."
"Then explain, simply, what's wrong with what we've said," the shorter woman says defiantly.
"Without sidestepping the issue or trying to show off how erudite you are," the tall one adds.
"All right. I'll do just that -- explain it simply and honestly, minus any sidestepping or displays of brilliance," Oshima says.
"We're waiting," the tall one says, and the short one gives a compact nod to show she agrees.
"First of all, I'm not male," Oshima announces.
A dumbfounded silence follows on the part of everybody. I gulp and shoot Oshima a glance.
"I'm a woman," he says.
"I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't joke around," the short woman says, after a pause for breath. Not much confidence, though. It's more like she felt somebody had to say something.
Oshima pulls his wallet out of his chinos, takes out the driver's license, and passes it to the woman. She reads what's written there, frowns, and hands it to her tall companion, who reads it and, after a moment's hesitation, gives it back to Oshima, a sour look on her face.
"Did you want to see it too?" Oshima asks me. When I shake my head, he slips the license back in his wallet and outs the wallet in his pants pocket. He then places both hands on the counter and says, "As you can see, biologically and legally I am undeniably female. Which is why what you've been saying about me is fundamentally wrong. It's simply impossible for me to be, as you put it, a typical sexist, patriarchic male."
"Yes, but--" the tall woman says but then stops. The short one, lips tight, is playing with her collar.
"My body is physically female, but my mind's completely male," Oshima goes on. "Emotionally I live as a man. So I supposed your notion of being a historical example may be correct. And maybe I am sexist -- who knows. But I'm not a lesbian, even though I dress this way. My sexual preference is for men. In other words, I'm a female but I'm gay. I do anal sex, and have never used my vagina for sex. My clitoris is sensitive but my breasts aren't. I don't have a period. So, what am I discriminating against? Could somebody tell me?"
The three of us listening are flabbergasted and don't say a word. One of the women clears her throat, and the jarring sound reverberates through the room. The clock on the wall loudly ticks away the seconds.
"I'm very sorry," Oshima says, "but I'm in the middle of lunch. I'm having a tuna-spinach wrap and had eaten half of it when you asked me over. If I leave it much longer the neighborhood cats will make a grab for it. People throw away kittens they don't want in the woods near the sea, so this neighborhood is full of cats. If you don't mind I'd like to get back to my lunch. So excuse me, but please take your time and enjoy the library. Our library is open to everyone. As long as you follow the rules and don't bother the other patrons, feel free to do whatever you'd like. You can look at whatever you want. Go ahead and write whatever you like in your report. We won't mind. We don't receive any funding from anywhere and pretty much do things our own way. And that's the way we like it."
After Oshima leaves the two women share a look, then they both stare at me. Maybe they figure me for Oshima's lover or something. I don't say a word and start arranging catalog cards. The two of them whisper to each other in the stacks, and before long they gather their belongings and start to pull up stakes. Frozen looks on their faces, they don't say a word of thanks when I hand back their daypacks.

The argument was absolutely great to me for some reason! I just found it absolutely historical, Oshima's comebacks were awesome. I think it just reminded me of myself though.

I'm a leaf on the wind...

Another boring day here. Nothing happening at all today. I did take a good look at my fish tank, and decided I want to drain it. And then put a layer of soil on the bottom for my plants. Then get more plants. Aquariums with plants look so much nicer. Not that mine looks bad now, but I feel bad for the plants not having any soil to sink their roots in. They must be sad. But they are flourishing well. They've grown a lot and my grass has started to sprout new shoots. That's exciting. I'm gonna work on that tomorrow with Zach. I'm torn as to whether or not I should use sand on the bottom of the tank rather than the normal aquarium gravel though. The sand just looks so nice, but I'm worried about the bottom dwellers. Check out some of these tanks... here. Although, that wasn't the link I was looking for, it's still the general idea. Those tanks look amazing. I'll have to search around for the other site I was looking at. Ah, well. Tomorrow will be an exciting day. Of course, those crazy tanks were Japanese inspired. The Aqua Design Amano place is located in Japan. There's a branch in Houstan, though, it seems. ADA

I watch this movie today called Serenity. It was pretty good. I would watch it again. I think the moral of the story was don't let your leaders have absolute control. Don't blindly listen to your governing party. The government in this movie created the zombies, so to speak. It had this crazy assassin dude and a badass, fighting, little girl. It was slightly inspiring if you ever need motivation to start your own revolution. The line I liked the most was "I'm a leaf on the wind, watch how I soar." Several meanings could be there, aside from the one relevant to the movie where the pilot was avoid wrecking into shit during a nasty space battle. I prefer to think of it as a nice way to move through life.

BUT

Another boring day. Although work was pretty exciting today. Some crazy stuff happened with some people's phones. Some things I really couldn't believe happened. But I best not talk about that stuff.

I've gotten some work done on the troubleshooting guide I'm working on. I'm pretty happy about that. I think it's lame that my company wouldn't spring for the licenses for Visio so we can make something to help all the agents in the call center work better and decrease time for resolution of issues. Lame-sauce, I say. Whatev,...their loss. So my working materials for this big project are like...notepad + MS Paint. It's gonna rock, I tell you!!

Anyways, I'm really really really bored here tonight. It's a shame. I've worked 5 days straight this week, which is a long week for me. day 1 - 9 hours, day 2 - 13.5 hours, day 3 - 11 hours, day 4 - 11 hours, and day 5 - 11 hours. I'm glad to just be able to have some time to not have to worry about sleeping...haha. Or rather worry that I need to sleep because I have to get up the next day.

So I was perusing around the interweb and found some interesting music. I found this band called Perfume, which has a pretty cool techno-pop style, I guess like...europop. I don't think I like everything I heard, but it might grow on me. There's this other group (I guess...?) called Capsule, which has some pretty neet stuff too. A bit different and retro-like, but good. I think if I listen to it more, it would stick in my brain and I would start liking it. There's not too much stuff I've listened to and liked on the first listen. These things take time. At least it didn't sound like a beer can going through a paper shredder. XD

Also, I found this pretty dirty video for Koda Kumi. But I dig the song. She performed this at Rhythm Nation 2007 and another song called Girls, which was a completely different style from this. I liked both. Watching her perform for it was actually really cool. Here's some info I found on it from this other dude's blog...

BUT / Aishou is Kumi Koda’s 35th single and was released on March 14, 2007. The single is a limited release. BUT is described to be a “destructive”, “four on the floor” dance track and a “time machine dance style” song by the Japanese, and “Aishou“, meaning “love proof”, will be a love ballad. BUT will also be the theme song for the Japanese edition of the movie, Step Up.
            --from Stardust12's ongaku no~biito~o kanjite


Koda Kumi - BUT on Youtube

Back...?

I am bored with not much to do. I haven't updated this bad boy in a long time. And there's really not much going on with me. I pushed a lot at work and am gonna get some cool things started, which reminds me, I should update the resume with that. It'll look good. Anyways, maybe more to come...

Not sure yet!

Peace out.

Bottomless Pit Defeated

Sorry, Jim. It just sounds good. So after a lot of drinking Friday night, Jim and I woke up pretty late on Saturday. We were both hungry and I didn't have much food left in the house. So, we went out to the Chinese buffet for some lunch special, which wasn't much of a special at $7. But it's still better than $10. We were there for about an hour and a half. Jim really wanted to get his money's worth out of it. I understand, I got two plates of food for the same reason and I drank a whole pot of tea. Not much for the rest of the day. Then we went to Lowe's with Zach because he was getting a mother's day gift certificate for his girlfriend. Sounds like a lame mother's day present to me, but whatever. My thinking was: "Here...here's $50 you can spend at Lowe's" -_-;; Cash would probably be better..."Here...here's $50! Do whatever you want to with it" ...not just be limited to Lowe's. Then we were hungry. So we hit up some pizza buffet. Jim said he would eat so much. But we were limited on time. Which Jim said was gonna hinder his eating, which it did. I put down so much food. It was crazy. I think that was the first and only time I will eat more than Jim at a buffet. It must be noted. >.<;; Then we watched some Planet Earth, which is sweet. And the new season of ATHF. It is poo. Then we played Resident Evil for GC. It's really sweet, but really stressful because the zombies you kill come back to life...uhh...yeah, they get back up. And when they get back up they are faster. They run about as fast as you can. It's evil and hard and stressful and pissing me off. And it's scary too.



Then today before Jim left we played some Wii bowling. And it was really weird. One game we had the same score for the first 6 frames, then I F-ed it up and didn't get a strike...I got a spare ;_; But I also played a game where I got 7 strikes in a row. ...they call that a seven-pack. Sounds kind a lame. I got a 257 that game. That's pretty damn good.