The trajedies hit home in Atlantic City:



This pic is from washingtonpost.com (i'm hosting the pic myself, so don't sue me, you journalistic divas).

Basically, the new parking garage at Tropican fell over today. Four workers have died, with more than a handful injured. It's pretty sad, not only does it set back the completion (they were going to build an Imax theatre), it'll probably lower trust and morale in AC for a while.

That's all for today.

Throughout everyone's childhood, everyone chewed gum. There are so many types too. It started from childhood with the lowly cheap 25 cent gumballs at the grocery store, then moving to bazooka joe and Big Chew--the fake baseball player's gum of choice.

Then we grew up, and bubble yum and products like that took over.

We started blowing massively huge bubbles by chewing three or four pieces at a time. Our moms yelled at us, since a package of that type of gum was over 85 cents, and we just ate four out of the five at once. It was the gum that developed greed. We'd never share with anyone, and if more then one person asked for a piece, we split one piece in half to give to them.


Grow up even more and all of a sudden it became about having fresh breath. Tridents and Winterfresh and things like that became the gum of choice. It was easy to carry, easy to pop a piece, and ultimately, easy to share.

So why then, after all these years, does the gum of the future resemble CHICLETS of decades ago???

Dentyne Ice.


Fuckin CHICLETS.


You mean to tell me that after all these years of turning kids into gum experts that the best evolution of technology in terms of gum resembles a fucking chiclet? Are people so dumb about fads that they don't even realize they're eating fancy fucking chiclets? Why not just buy chiclets? A bulk pack is like two dollars!

Wow, the fancy pants packaging makes you pop these new age chiclates from a high tech container that resembles any over the counter drug pill. THAT MUST MAKE IT TASTE BETTER AND FRESHER. And the crunchy shell must help clean my teeth too!

After all these years, after all the trials and tribulations in the world of gum... Chiclets win.

The weekend was a truly weird experience. I almost died thanks to people cutting me off, I waited an hour in line for a bar that didn't seem that interesting (until I finally got in), I ate tons and tons of food. There were other oddities, all of which made me say "Damn it, I knew this weekend wasn't going to go smooth", all of which, of course, i've already forgotten.

People really shouldn't expect long posts from me just because a weekend passed.

I mean, I wrote about cars on saturday. That should be fulfulling enough.

Emode.com Chakra Test:

Allen, your most positive energy is flowing from your Sixth Chakra

This chakra is located in the center of your forehead and is often called the third eye. The sixth chakra represents your ability to see and really know truth. In your case, this chakra appears to be clear and unblocked so that positive energy can flow from it freely. Radiating positive energy from your sixth chakra indicates that you've cultivated higher wisdom concerning the important life lessons associated with this energy center. You're apt to be accepting of the people and events in your life rather than pass judgment on them. You're also likely to have developed a higher level of intuition than most people have.

Saturday Evening Blog Post

There are three cars that I see on the road all the time that I always wish I had. They're not the newest cars, nor are they the most luxurious, and possibly, if you saw them, you'd be like, "why would you want that car?"

First Generation Mitsubishi Eclipse/Eagle Talon/Plymouth Laser

The more I see these cars, the more I like the way it looks. Sure, they don't even look THAT great, but anything it lacks in looks, it makes up for in performance. In turbo trim, it sports 205 horsepower, and some models it has all wheel drive. The engine is the same one that on today's Lancer Evolutions. That's right, the 4g63 for your car buffs. It can easily hit 13's in the quarter mile.

Nissan 300zx:

The Fair Lady Z is one of the finest looking cars ever. Forget the Supra/Rx-7 craze that everyone in america has. This car is just as good. Like the others, it's twin turbo rear wheel drive. The six cylinder pumps out 300 horsepower. Sure, it's a little on the heavy side, and it's hard as hell to work on, but the styling is what I like. I can't help it. I like cars that look like ferraris.

Other eclipses that aren't mine:

It's just not fair when you're driving down the street in your nice non-turbo eclipse that you worked so hard on to make look good AND fast, and some other turbo eclipse just rolls up and blows by your, spooling turbos and chirping blow off valves. If I could turn back the wheels of time, I would probably have a turbo eclipse. I'd probably be a major dick though and hate every car that wasn't a turbo eclipse/talon. Don't know why, the people who drive those cars are just like that.

There are other cars that I want very bad like bmw 330ci/xi's, lexus is300's, 350z's, lancer evolutions.. but you know, I figure I'll wait 5 years when they're all old and cheap and then buy them used. Then I can spend all the extra money modding my car instead of paying it off.

I have been gooding good results and feedback from Issue 3. And really, that makes me feel good. I don't take much credit though, I'm just the shaper that put it all together. It really is all the people who wrote articles, gave me design tips, and put together covers that make Virtually Infamous Magazine what it is.

So I pass down the recognition to them, hoping that it's as rewarding to them as it is to me to create a place where people can come and enjoy some literature, view some beautiful covers, and socialize on the forums.

In closing, I stand by the fact that Virtually Infamous will become a hotspot on the internet, and those who have contributed and continue to contribute will one day be able to put their hard work on a resume and say, "yes, I was part of Virtually Infamous magazine. It received over a thousand hits a day and clearly shows my talents as an artist/writer/designer."

That day will come. That day, we'll all be Virtually Infamous.

I think there are two types of girls: Princesses and Moms.

Princesses are the girls who fall in love with guys who take care of them. They live to be served, wooed, romanced, and all that kind of crap. They're not worried about independance that much (though they may say they are), they just find comfort and security knowing that the guy is always there for them and always does anything that they want. People like Jessica Simpson are princesses.

Moms are the girls who fall for guys based on how much they can love them. They're the complete opposite. They find their own significance in the fact that they can take care of their man, always be there for him, and always be by his side helping him and guiding him. People that date scummy ghetto guys and losers are Moms.

There's probably some group in the middle, but you know me, I like to think in extremes. They're probably like the soul-mate seekers, or the true love seekers... but those girls are destined to be alone forever or heartbroken fast. So who cares about them.

Everyone enjoying issue 3?

American cars are a pain to work on. Without boring you with too many details, some of their brakes require special tools. Why would you make a special tool for half of the brakes on the car when the other half goes by the normal standards? That's ridiculous.

This weekend I went to a haunted house. I don't like not having control. One of the 'stages' was called Pitch Black. Yes, total darkness. You had to feel your way around. They basically screamed at you from around corners and did things like breath on your neck. You were afraid to feel in front of you because you could end up touching one of the hiding 'monsters'. Come on, walking into a monster would flip anyone out.

Virtually Infamous Magazine Issue #3 will be out before the end of the night. I promise.

A horrible horrible day at the race tracks today. I could not shift into second gear for my life. I don't know if I was nervous, or if I was trying too hard, or an act of GOD prevented me...

It could have possibly been the my worse experience at down the 1320 to date if it weren't for the fact that I won three out of the four races I ran.

I don't know what the first car was.. it was some classic muscle car that was running like crap. His car was faster, but I beat him off the line and kept my lead. Then I raced an Audi TT, and the driver either didn't know what he was doing or he sucked at taking off. His car was faster too, but even with my misshift, I managed to beat him. The third run was against a Camaro SS, who rightly should have creamed me, reversed over my creamed body, and then creamed me again before I reached the finish line, but I guess his luck was worse then mine. After a crappy launch, he just gave up and coasted down the track.

The bads outweight the goods in this case, but being able to say I beat a camaro takes away a little pain of not living up to my potential.

A note to all you self proclaimed connoisseurs.

That's right, all you poseurs who injest chronicles of information on fine arts, music, sports, hell, anything. I don't care. Wow, you can name the last five albums by band A. You're a freakin genius. You can quote shakespeare, oh my, you are so sophisticated!

To me, you're just an effin follower, a sheep. I don't care how unique your trait is. I don't view your vast knowledge database of Van Gogh paintings as putting you among the elitist in this world.

Why don't you go invest all that time you put into learning about whatever you did and go invent, create or write your own contribution into our current culture?

That's great, you listen to beethoven. Go learn to play the piano and compose your own music for the world to hear. You can name the strategies of all major league sports? Super! Go coach a team!

Who are the people I look up to? The ones who actually make a difference in the world. The producers, directors, musicians, engineers, artists, athletes, scientists, writers, authors, carpenters, blacksmiths, and ice sculpturers. That's right, people who sculpt ice statues are more important then your scummy wannabe aristrocratic ass.

Just because you can appreciate art or possess knowledge of such things doesn't make you special. Anyone can learn to appreciate something, it's the people that actually go out in the world and create new things that are truly worth anything. If i went out and bought the fuckin Mona Lisa, that doesn't make me a sophisticated intellectual who appreciates art... that just makes me someone who has a lot of fuckin money.

Why go to an art museum when you can be creating art? Go do something with your life. Contribute to the world.

It's 3:45 am.

In bed I lie tired of lying, tired of lies, drained of energy of trying to sleep. Ironic, since sleep is what regains energy.

I toss and turn thinking of a certain someone, thinking of certain somethings, of things that some certainly couldn't comprehend. I pretend to understand the feelings hidden through pretend actions of friendship and happiness. Smile falsly at the falsities of love and not love and not being loved and not loved by being someone who acts in actions pretended falsly to hide feelings that are yet understood.

I find myself falling, though not falling asleep, a sleep that would be more or less restful for this restless soul who in his unrest becomes a night walker. Walking the good night to say goodnight to anyone who will listen.

Silence falls, nothing but the ticking clock. Good night. Good night.

I don't remember if I put this up... I think I stole them from my godsis' pic site. Heh... anyway, looksie:

Me and Karen


And once again, the oh so beautiful bridesmaids that I can't get enough of. Readers, fans, stalkers: Note that these are women to model yourselves after.


I'm not a blog addict.

I'm probably extremely late in presenting this image, which means most of you have already seen it. But hey, for those few of you who haven't:


That's the most sentimental sushi I ever ate.


I didn't even realize that I haven't wrote for two days...

hmm.

Sucks, doesn't it?

If a person who had a reputation for doing bad does something good, then people say he has changed his ways. He is not the same evil person anymore. He has learned and reached a higher level of human compassion. People begin to trust him.

If a person who had a reputation for doing good does something bad, then people say he has fallen from grace. He becomes the worst possible person ever. He has broken everyone's trust and can never re-establish himself as the pure soul again.

Based on that, why work so hard in life to be a good person if one little mistake will scar you for the rest of your life. Why not become the man in the first example and show everyone that you have changed. Live a life of sin and betrayal (possible having more fun in the process), and then when you've had your share, turn your life around.

Obviously my example is not perfect. There will still be those, friends, family, and loved ones who will still always trust the man who did bad. They will forgive him and know in their hearts the pureness of his spirit. Same goes for the bad guy. There will always be those who will never trust him, for personal reasons or otherwise. But on the whole, both individuals can change the way the general populace looks at them.

It's kind of depressing that one event could change a person's life. It's truly sad to realize that a perfect man could be destroyed by one little choice. It's even sadder to realize that as a society, we let those who have led a life of wrongdoing back into our hearts.

I'm not saying we shouldn't forgive those people for what they've done. I'm not saying that we should shun them or treat them distastefully for their pasts. I'm just saying we should remember and keep the proper mindset. We must seperate those people from the ones who really deserve recognition and respect.

Or else... there's no point in being absolutely kind and good hearted.

I like high priority. I like short timeframes of gathering information and coming to a decision. I like knowing that my decisions are significant to the progress of whatever I was assigned to do. Right not at my co-op, i'm experiencing the high priority short timeframe life style. It's so thrilling.

Maybe that's why I like driving at high speeds. High speeds give little time to decide on your actions or to think about your consequences. Knowing that in the next few seconds, your decision could mean life or death give great importance to everything you do. There's no time to doubt, only time to do. Messing up is not an option.

Alright, maybe it's not that intense. It's rather safe driving at the speeds I do. I mean, i'm not talkin about like 120+ mph on local roads or anything. I'm talkin about cruisin at a moderate 85 mph on a highway.

All i'm trying to say is that the differences in how long I have to react make every decision that much more important. It gives meaning to the mundane things I do.. like driving on the highway. It makes life a little more interesting.

And if life is interesting, it's worth living.

And the category of best drunken away message goes to....

*drumroll*

I have so many ideas running through my head on how I want virtuallyinfamous.com to look. I want some form of dynamic update method.. possibly a way where I won't have to even make html pages.. I can just use the same one and then draw articles from a database. This way, I can save time during updates, and possible, even force my writers to update their own articles!

It would also make the site very small and efficient, which would let me have more reign over redesigning layouts and things like that on a whim. I could also do fun things like display the most popular articles, the newest ones.. etc etc.

But, unfortunately, work has been a creative strain on me. I'm currently in charge of redesigning the redesigned redesign of atlanticare.org. The current page isn't even close to what the redesigned redesign looks like.

So what's in store for virtuallyinfamous? I don't know. I need to contact November's cover artist before I can proceed.

Jaana! No more AIM tag!

I thank my godsis karen for these pics.

First, a Virtually Infamous Cover supplement:


And just a funny pic. (I really want a puppy)


Lastly, this will be my kid:


Thats it for today.
My life feels really really empty without you.

There's a mission, and it's always in the back of my mind. I will stride steady and accomplish it... but slowly. Slow and steady wins the race.

I got cable modem, it's wonderful. I can actually waste my life to nothingness again.

But it won't be a waste as long as I keep on my goals.

See the prize.