Luckiest man on Entler, part 2

“Son of a bitch, it's a ghost town.” He cussed under his breath, lamenting that there wasn't a single man-made structure within sight; even after a day of searching, Jeremy didn't find so much as a candy wrapper, to show that any humans were here. It did, in fact, contain life, unbeknownst to Jeremy, but certainly not very many humans, and no human structures, or food, or anything else that could be considered human.

Stumbling through the thick mounds of gray sand that covered the planet of Entler, he found his way to a small curve in the landscape, a crater. He decided he could sleep there for the night, as he felt he didn't want to waste any more energy than he had to. Whoever left him on this planet, they had been thoughtful enough to leave him a backpack filled with bottles of water and candy bars and a knife, in case he were to find a beast who wanted him for lunch, or a beast that HE wanted for lunch. He did not care to know which.

As Jeremy slept under the cold, gray clouds, something approached him. Something rather hideous, covered in grayish-green scales, with beady yellow eyes, and only three legs to walk on, but also three arms and hands. This thing watched the sleeping human for some time, until it decided that the human could be put to good use, and he went to go tell the tribe about his discovery.

When Jeremy woke in the morning, there was not even enough time to scream when the group of beasts spirited him away into the cavern, where it was dark and cold and smelled of rotting corpses.

Luckiest man on Entler, part 1

Grey skies and gray lands. A personal hell. “How the hell did I end up here?” The man thinks. “I didn't do shit, and now I'm here. How the HELL did I end up here?”

Jeremy Roderick never did have good luck. Even as a child, all the bigger kids would push him about or steal something of his. And as an older child, none of the girls seemed the least bit interested in him. And now, in his late 30's, he was stuck on this god forsaken rock in the middle of an unknown system, and he knew that his luck had not changed.

He was on the planet of Entler in the Astren system, although he did not know these names, nor where he might locate those in relation to New Earth. All he knew was the atmosphere was breathable, and that alone was enough for now.

How he got there was a little mysterious to him; one moment, he is in a bar, trying to find a job: smuggling, bounty hunting, whatever he could get in a seedy bar on the edge of his sanity, otherwise known as New Earth; and the next moment, he wakes up, his leg broken, on the most barren planet for many light-years. No, his luck had indeed not changed.

Picking himself up and dusting off his clothes, he angrily mutters, "Well, I guess I better check for signs of a station, or a way off of this shithole."

Letting you all know I'm still alive

I haven't had particularly much to blog about lately, actually. Pretty soon I'll be taking an overnight trip for my dad's eye surgery (cataract surgery), so I might post from the hotel just for fun.

I've been reading a LOT lately. I just read Neil Gaiman's Stardust, and I'm reading through Michael Crichton's Andromeda Strain, and once I'm through THAT, I'll be reading Arthur C. Clarke's Rendezvous with Rama. That is a LOT of reading for me.

It was my birthday just this past July 29th, and I got exactly what I wanted: a laptop, an EEE PC. It's really, really nice, but I just can't deal with the cheesy Linux distro it comes with, so I'll be installing an nLited version of Windows XP as soon as I can.

Other than that, I can't think of much to write, so I'll just be on my merry way until I can think of something.

Ay-Arr-Jee

I'm working on something I've wanted to do for a while, but never really had the time or attention span to compile it all together; I have started an alternate reality game. For those unfamiliar with those, it's a little like roleplaying, like Dungeons and Dragons, only a bit different. The premise is, a group of "players" try to solve different puzzles and challenges put forth by the "puppetmaster", the guy controlling the story, in an attempt to discover what is at the heart of the game's plot. (At least this is what mine is going to be about.)

I can't reveal any information on the game, but the first clue will be located here. Good luck!

Yootoobz

Ok, so I started a Youtube channel, and I just wanted to share it so everyone can have a look at it. I'll probably be "vlogging" more, too, so be sure to check there often.

Linkzorz.

I saw this picture of my sister's pet rabbit, Sophie, in my pictures folder and couldn't resist.

Favorite links meme

Ok, so I've been tagged by SME, so I guess I should get this over with:

AnywhereBB: The greatest forum community I've ever seen, hands down.

Slashdot: I'm sure nobody's surprised I read the geek news.

XKCD: Geekiest webcomic out there. (There's a LOT of people who won't get it, either.)

Computer Stupidities: The funniest website on the internet, hands down! All about idiots trying to work with computers, and the poor bastards who have to help them.

4chan: I think I'm breaking rule number one of the internet just by posting this, but whatever. It's hard to explain why I like it, but it might be the dark sense of humor a lot of members have, especially on /b/ (Random.)

So that concludes my "Favorite links meme."

Youtube comments

Comments on Youtube are just too ridiculous not to laugh at. If the commenter in question is trying to be serious, he tends not to get his point across; or if, on the other hand, the commenter is trying to make a joke, it tends to be either stale and unfunny or spiteful and tasteless. Of course, there is an even worse third category: Utter nonsense. Take this actual comment, for example:

"we goona highway to hell... and nobody can do something^^

what is wrong with me, us all here... i don' know... cup with me i have holyday!!"

Everyone I know swears he used Babelfish, but it's hard to say, considering the decline in the quality of grammar, sentence structure and spelling in the past decade, especially in younger people. This particular comment was found on a video about the aftermath of the Columbine Highschool Massacre, and judging from the content of the message, I believe he is trying to this:

"What is wrong with humanity? We're all going to hell, and nobody can do anything. ^^

What's wrong with all of us? 'Sup! I'm on holiday!"

This man obviously does not know when it's appropriate to use cheerfulness or morbidity, but that can also be chocked up to my poor job at "translation." So, I've said what I wanted to say about that for now.

As a closing note, I want to show you what happens if I translate my interpretation of the commenter's message from Japanese back into English in Babelfish:

"Somewhere humanity is not strange, is? We are everything which has done to the hell and who somewhere our everything which cannot do with ^^ necessarily is not strange, is? ' Sip! As for me there is a holiday!"

We are everything which has done to the hell and who somewhere our everything which cannot do with, indeed.