Me!!

And the third:

2007-02-18T22:26:00.000-08:00

and last post worth mentioning of my own goes as such: if you've not looked at the context yet; there have been a plethora of responses (most of them saying how cool this Sparton is).

It was titled
"I disagree with your history, Mr. Pre"
And the body was:
Lenin (who was the catalyst for the communists, not Stalin) was a foot soldier captured by the Germans and sent back to Russia in order to stir up trouble for the Czar (something he did quite well, too). To say that Germany merely 'grew an ego' is a bit of a slap, isn't it? They developed the worst inflation in the history of economics, became what amounted to the whipping boy of France (seriously, how could one grow an ego there, of all places?), watched the Rhineland be stripped of it's resources, the republic that was set up for them by the League of Nations was suppresed by the soldiers of 1, who became the embittered leaders of two. You must remember, Mr. Pre, that the history books are written by the victor, and to say that Germany was in the wrong is due mostly to their having been emptied of useable men in the workforce and military.
So you are correct in saying that they took off separately, but they were caused by the same conflict. Lenin would have been a syphilitic soldier returning from a foolish war had the Germans not given him some cash and a get out of jail card to go stir trouble. Hitler came back a blind veteran pariahed of society because he was a temporarily blind artist in a nation that needed construction workers and bakers. he gathered an army of other disgruntled ex grunts and created the Nazi (National Socialist) party.
So, one could say (as you have done) that Germany just grew an ego, Russia grew some stones, and Italy and Japan had nothing to do, but this is a gross oversimplification! I don't pretend that my two paragraphs are going to well illustrate the causes of two World Wars, but that seems rather foolish. Of course you are entitled to your opinion, but I am rather offended that you would reduce these monolithic struggles to what reduces to "Germany is full of idiots and anti-Semites who didn't learn their lesson after the first can of whoop ass we brought down on `em". I'm not accusing you of racism, or being anti-Germany/Russia, I just think that you're perhaps basing your argument on a high school history textbook (a very unreliable source, I must say).
As far as the gaming part of your argument, I agree that Halo wasn't the only reason for it's success, and applaud your mention of games such as Morrowind. At the same time, I doubt it would have sold very many people with a line up of Fuzion Frenzy at the beginning.
I didn't mean for my article to come across as if I meant a console would be defined by one game, but I think that the one game series that has Sony execs scared is Halo, and now Gears. I don't think the Xbox was a poor console, I love games like Halo, Crimson Skies, and Battlefront. But if it didn't have a select few in the beginning, it would have likely gone the way of Gizmondo. If Winston Churchill had been killed in the trenches, would we all be speaking German with Erwin Rommel's son as president? I hope not, but had there not been a Halo in the beginning, would we all be applauding Gears new arrival on the PS3? I rather think so.
So, I apologize if my return is not to your liking, Master Pre. I must say that I'm rather known as the `kid you don't debate with' and when I think I have a good argument to be made, I usually don't go home till I think my point has been well made. Please don't think I'm trashing your thoughts, anybody. It's a fault of my own to beat a dead horse. And I daresay that your opinion is quite valid to me.

"Thus, I didst cleave his head that each half did lie upon it's respective shoulder."-Scottish Noble
by Sparton 501 on Thu Feb 15, 2007 at 12:55:06 AM EST [ Parent Reply to This ]
And Master Pre learned a valuable lesson at the hands of Sparton. I guess I'm like Ghost Rider. Just keeping the dream alive.

and continued

2007-02-18T22:23:00.000-08:00

Here's another response I made on that 'string' of comments.
It was titled

"you take me to seriously, Mr. Boris."
And the body went as such:
but to go back to my analogie, you'll notice that I do beleive that the 2 wars were an evolution. Had there not been a 1 (Halo) the Xbox would not have likely lived on, as Sweet put it. But had there not been a war from 1914-1918 there would not have been a rise of fascism, totalitariasm, and communism, causing the events leading to 2 (360; 1939-1945). So I wasn't saying that theres a great battle between Sony and Microsoft that's waged every few years; there's an evolution that keeps the struggle alive. Our consoles keep getting more powerful, as a Messerschmit (didn't spell that right) was more powerful than a Fokker (knew how to spell that). Both were manned by the same people and both were an evolution. One didn't spring up without the other. Perhaps it was my analogy that was at fault; I didn;t mean for my argument to come across like I want J Allard and Phil Harrison to get into a ring and duke it out, I meant that there was an evolution. I guess I just let Zoso have his flower, I'd take the war in Europe to illustrate my point. You make good points, Mr. Boris, I think you took my argument a bit literally for it's own good. Which I suppose is a risk one takes whenever you use prior events to illuminate your beleifs. Especially when those prior events involve genocide and fascism. In closing, I agree with you Boris. It is an evolution of consoles, Neandertals v. Homo Sapien. I usually find Patton a little more interesting than Darwin, unfortunately.
"Thus, I didst cleave his head that each half did lie upon it's respective shoulder."-Scottish Noble
by Sparton 501 on Wed Feb 14, 2007 at 02:19:17 PM EST [ Parent Reply to This ]
The site is gearheadsofwar.com if you want to go and read more stuff; this was taken from the topic 'Gears v. Halo'. You may have to dig a bit to find the particular topic, but it is on the main page a few diaries down.

Gearheads posting

2007-02-18T22:08:00.000-08:00

Now, as I've not been posting much on here since January, and it would appear that this is the unfortunate toy I had feared it would become; I've decided to post some of my writings from my other sites. Here's a link so that you can see them in context: http://gearheadsofwar.com/story/2007/2/12/13947/7899#commenttop

I ask you to go there that you can see my comments in their natural habitat. I feel badly about posting another persons work on my blog.
The title is:
"They don't deseve comparison."
And the main body is:
I've played video games regularly only since May 2005, and been a halo player since the beginning. So, I can't really compare my experience with that of people who have had the LAN parties since 2001, and the first Xbox Live Halo 2 game (what a wonder that must have been, meaning no technological belittlement to the old school). Thinking back to the original Xbox and Halo 1 I daresay that they are much the same game. Both had massive innovations (I don't know this from experience; I use the words of my gaming predecesores), both were within the early life of the Xbox 1 and 360. I think that perhaps Zoso probably summed it up best with his comment. My argument goes as such:
When you compare World War 1 to World War 2 using just the numbers and the combative experience, 2 comes out far the victor. With a higher causualtie rate, faster weapons, more reliable vehicles, more powerful bombs, more land covered in combat. But there would not have been a 2. We forget 1 in the hoopla that is surrounded by 2, but in many ways we live in a world shaped by one. The rise of the Bolsheviks in Russia, a scar the world still bears, and bore till the late 80s. The rise and fall of the Weimar republic and the growth of fascim in Germany and Austria. The League of Nations grew as well: soon becoming the United Nations.
Halo is the first world war. The first shot between Microsoft and Sony. Now we have Gears and Resistance. Did World War 2 destroy more? Build more? Of course it did. But it was a foregone conclusion. This cheap and poorly articulated argument does not give justice to the history of the deaths of millions, and the imprisonment on Boris' grandfather in a prison camp (and likely many more fathers and grandfathers suffered as well). Nor should they really be compared to what we do in our spare time. we must remember that while Gears may have made a splash now, it was just the second salvo of something started 6 years ago. We simply see the newest 'innovation' that comes from a long line going all the way back to Goldeneye and even back to MegaMan. We can't compare last generations golden child to this, the former will always come short. Halo 3 will lessen Gears in our eyes, and Gears 2 will lessen Halo 3. Comparison demeans both by making Gears stand before a jury of it's forebears which will always seem just a little less graphically amazing. And making Halo 1 (a 5 year old game) and Halo 2 (a 2 year old game) stand a test they will always fail.
"Thus, I didst cleave his head that each half did lie upon it's respective shoulder."-Scottish Noble
by Sparton 501 on Tue Feb 13, 2007 at 02:26:07 PM EST [ Reply to This ]

If you go to the link and read more, my posts are those with the author of 'Sparton 501'.

The Moon is High

2007-01-30T13:05:00.000-08:00

so. . .I suppose I should update again; I've not in a week.
I've been downloading a few things off iTunes (Mickey Avalon, Bushido, Buckcherry, the Coasters, the Monkees, etc.); that's been pretty fun. The moon has been lovely lately, I've been walking the dogs every night after my Xbox Live time (around 11:30-1:00). The ice on the lake is beautiful around now; and with the moon so bright I barely ever need a flashlight. Sometime's its fun just to be walking about in people's yards at night when you know you're the only one about at that time of night. It's quite liberating if I say so. To be alone in darkness is refreshing; especially when it's cold like it's been. The cold keeps my legs going. Whether in silence or with a podcast in my ears, I like it. The dogs do too; with me going to bed at 1:30 or so and my mother waking at 4:00, they usually have someone letting them out and in all the time.
Funny, I used to be quite frightened of venturing out into the darkness at night when I'd have to take out the dogs. Afraid of people who lurk, I suppose. But I think it's a little cold for them, and I doubt that there is a large lurker population at the lake.

Florida Edition Part IV.

2007-01-20T19:56:00.000-08:00

Well, it’s the 17th.
I’ve caught a bit of a chill (how I managed that in Florida I’m not really sure). I suppose it might just be from all the cigarettes (it’s really just a stuffy nose and my complaining), because I’ve not really been in contact with anyone but the people at my grandmother’s house.
My dad and I went to Target today (there’s a Target and a Publix on every corner), picked up two cases of water, a copy of “Rainbow 6: Vegas”, “The Black Parade” by My Chemical Romance. I don’t have my Xbox here; so I can’t really say what Rainbow 6 is like, and I doubt you really care.
As far as “The Black Parade” though, I have to listen to it a few more times. I haven’t heard anything bad about it though, and I suppose that it delivers some good music. Not really a fan of MCR though.

I’m going home tomorrow, so I feel like maybe I should squeeze in the things that I’ve not done yet (math, zombie awareness, brush my teeth [just kidding]), because I know I’ll be in no mood to do them when I get home; I doubt I’ll be prepared to do anything but hang out with Quinn and Ruby (the pooches).

To go home I am excited; though I can understand why my grandmother loves this place as her home.
When you live alone and retire this is a lovely place to be; she has a lovely view from her porch, she has a beautiful house and a shopping place at every corner. But it’s no home.
There is no soul here where I am in Florida (you must understand, I’m not in Ventura, or Miami, or Daytona Beach; I’m in Cape Coral. This is the shuffle board area; senior centers and marinas).

It’ll be nice to get home, but I’m afraid my joy will be balance by other’s sorrow to leave her “slice of paradise”.

2007-01-20T19:49:00.000-08:00

My mothers friend showed up today; she’s going to be here till Thursday morning. We leave Thursday afternoon. Whether we’re going to make two trips to the airport or just stay there till our flight, I’m not really sure.
Since it’s Monday and I still have three days till Thursday, I’m getting a little too excited about going home.
Now, normally I’m nervous around aircraft (not the machinery itself, or “terrorists”, just the idea of confinement with a whole bunch of people). Ships and stuff are fine, and it’s not claustrophobia; I suppose it’s just nerves. None coming down here, but when I think about going home it makes me nervous. Maybe because I go back to the world.
When I’m here I can sort of be away from the daily grind. One of my big fears is life becoming monotonous; when I’m there things (while boring) are always happening.
Polyester heaven this may be; but it’s still a certain degree of serenity.

2007-01-14T10:30:00.000-08:00

I just realized something. This blog was born (and continues at the speed) of teen angst (very unreliable, that teen angst is).
I was rather hoping that would never come. I always scoff at the myspace sob storys of, well, I suppose they're my peers. And yet when I look at the censoring that I'm doing, well, all the stuff that I remove is born out of anger, and I suppose the negative; almost exclusively 12-16 year old feelings that arise from it.

I suppose I was doing well, I got to 15 before any noticeable symptoms regarding the need for a (as my dad would call) "waahmbulance". I can always be a drama king, if need be.
How's Our Town going, coincedentally?

Florida Edition Part II

2007-01-14T10:26:00.000-08:00

(Still in a Cafe, these most recent documents where scribed using word. The following was penned on the 13th of January, 2007)

Huh. Day three, seems like I’m going to be going home soon. Unfortunately I still have a work week to go.
I suppose since I have nothing to do I can continue writing.
Today we went to a “street festival”. Unfortunately it was nothing like, say, Third Thursday like they have in Willimantic. This was more like a craft sale that happened to be on asphalt.
It was full of; as my grandmother calls them “shrivs”. Meaning senior citizens. This sounds kind of funny coming from a woman that has been collecting social security since ’04. But she seems to think she’s still around 60. Good for her, I suppose.

The other day (I think day 1, actually) I met Larry. I don’t know his last name: everything I know about him I heard from my grandmother.
So, he walked into the screened in sun room and said hello.
So my grandmother has told him a whole bunch of things about me; and myself a whole bunch of things about him. Unfortunately none of the things we knew about each other where entirely true.
For example; he’s a national sprint kayaking champion. I was told he was an Olympian.
He was under the impression that I was an award winning drummer (I was a sergeant for a little while and carried an honor drum).
So, needless to say we were both a little surprised at each other.
The one thing he had heard about me that was true was that I had been invited to my local high schools promenade last year.
Anyway, I was under the impression that he was a supermodel/astronaut/millionaire; and he seemed to think I was a mix of Hanko Doebringer and Steve Jobs. Seems like a nice guy though. Invited me to go play pool with him. Kind of cautious to play pool with a man whose arms are about as big as my chest.
I guess I’ll write more soon. I have to write a zombie presentation for the 212th Attack Battalion (I’m a commander in a star wars fan group type of thing).

A Few Hours Later. . .

I just got back from driving. I was in the drivers seat too! I got to drive on the highway and a few other places. It feels very good to be behind a wheel, and it’s not scary or uncomfortable at all. Of course I didn’t parallel park or anything, and I did only top out at about 45 mph, but it was still a blast to be there. I never really noticed how much of a swivel your head really has to be on.

I suppose I may be a little too confident there; my beginners luck may be just that.
Still, it seems like I picked up the interface without much difficulty, and I wasn’t afraid at any point. I suppose that may be why most males who just receive their licenses have such high rates of insurance. So, I guess we’re going to go and do it again tomorrow, which will be when I suppose I’ll really see how good of a driver I am (to be blunt though, I don’t pretend to be skilled in any fashion. If I were 16 and driving the way I was today I would probably be viewed as a bit of a dick).
I think there must be a fine line between being confident and being dangerous. It would appear, however, that being nervous can cause an accident too. One creates one’s own experience, in the words of Dr. Phil, and if that’s the case (keeping in mind that Philip McGraw isn’t recognized by any psychoanalytic party) then it would lead me to the conclusion that if one believed that you were going to be in a car crash that particular morning then perhaps your absent minded mental wanderings would lead to a. . .
But my mother just called me to dinner.

(As it's the 14th of January, I'll probably not write another peice till tommorow and continue with my pattern. As such I'll likely continue my writing on the 15th, 17, then whence I'm home I'll write a more conclusive peice. Because I know you can't get enough of me (haha)).

Florida Edition!

2007-01-14T10:23:00.000-08:00

(I'm in a Barnes and Noble Cafe in Fort Myers Florida, these are the blog reports of the past 4 days. The following was written on 1/11/07)

I learned something today. Florida; will kill you. If you aren’t careful in Florida, you die.
Today I heard about a man who went out to get a newspaper, and he died. That’s right, the attempt to get a news source in Florida killed him.
You know how he died?
I’ll tell you.
He was walking to his mailbox and saw a snake (big one). He fell back and hit his head on a rock and passed out. That didn’t kill him. In New England he may have died; I assume because we have bigger and harder rocks here. See, while he was down a Gila Monster came and started smelling him (a Gila Monster is kind of like a Komodo Dragon except bigger). When the guy woke up he saw a big lizard head with really big teeth smelling him; he panicked. I would too.
But anyway, when he started screaming and trying to get up the Gila started to bite and claw him.
So the guy heroically got out a small pocket knife and started going at the beast. Eventually the lizard felt it had gotten enough of its junk ruined and went back to hell (or wherever they come from). That didn’t kill him either. On his walk back into his house to call the hospital (or whatever he was going to do), he passed out from blood loss. His body lands on a fire ant hill. And the poor guy gets eaten alive. That’s what happens in florida. Did you get all that? All he did was go into his lawn. And he gets bashed by a rock, attacked by a Komodo dragon, and then eaten alive by insects.

All you have to worry about in Connecticut is bears. And the bears smaller cousin the bat (I say “smaller cousin” because all bats are happens to be bears with wings). And if you fall and hit your head on a rock; you usually just die; or live and go inside. Now, I’m worried to go outside because I’m writing this on Thursday January 11, 2007 at a little past 9 at night. I’m sitting on my grandmother lanai (Floridian for “deck”) and I can hear either Gila monsters or alligators rustling in the bushes not 20 feet from me. This scares me to death. When I go outside at my house (which is urban in no sense of the word) I might see a coyote. I’ve even seen wolves. But they are pooches, just like my golden retrievers; except with bigger teeth. When I step outside here, I might have my leg eaten.
Me and my leg are tight, too. I don’t know how I would get around without it.
I think I’ll go inside.

Censoring protects America!

2006-12-30T12:14:00.000-08:00

Since I have nothing else really going on, I've decided to edit some of this to make it more politically correct, and perhaps a little more fun.
From now on, anything italicised has been edited/added by me to enhance the enjoyability of the context.
For examply: If I wrote
"George Bush is a terrible person", after editing it might appear as
"George Bush is a Christian, which is the primary religion of the nation. However, someone who did not partake in it would not be deemed a terrible person". So, it'll be kind of like the R rated movies aired on basic cable; for example the protagonist might say "I'm gonna fuck you up you shitheaded motherfucker!", but the censors play it as "I'm gonna freak you up, you stupid monkey uncle!".
So, lets hope my censoring activities are succesful, eh?

I guess some people actually read this. . .

2006-12-29T20:41:00.000-08:00

So, I went to a party tonight and most of the people there were readers of this blog. Now, armed with this knowledge, perhaps I can begin to pear the teen angst out of my writings (nobody wants to read teen angst).
Unfortunately it appears that this was misused by me, and then discarded. I intend to remedy that. I'm thinking of some changes, including perhaps what is a listing of music that I'm listening to at the time, maybe a quick video game review, and perhaps, maybe just because I can, an "Adam Knowles is an anti semitic homophobic kitten hating person". Or maybe that joke just got a little too old. Much to think about, especially when things are happening left right and center.
But as far as music that I'm listening to goes, I've recently attained some iTunes cards, so I got some new stuff thats been playing. Including (but not limited too) U Can't Touch This (MC Hammer), Barbie Girl (Aqua, and dirty dirty lyrics too. Need to take a shower. And go to a confession), Come On Eileen (Dexy's Midnight Runners; total one hit wonders, and the song is still stuck in my head, despite no matter how many times I listen to the) Halo Theme MJOLNIR Mix (by Marty O'Donnell. For a video game sound designer, he is an artist of the highest caliber), Safety Dance (By Kick Joneses, I can't find a Men Without Hats CD, and on iTunes I can only buy them in an 80s box set were you have to buy 25 other songs that were only box set worthy even when they were released).

I've also been told by multiple people to watch Battlestar Galactica. Even though a "Battlestar" sounds like it would own, I'm still wary to start watching and then have to wait to get the next DVD. Lost Season 2 still needs to get watched. And Season three, too, for that matter. And Star Trek VI. Did I watch V. . .? I must have. Why would I not have? No, V was the one with the Vulcan gone mad I think, and Kirk, Bones, and Spock are at Yosemite. That must be it.
I also got called a bitch today. That, I think, was a first. But, before I get a little too "high school", I think I'll log off.

Funky.

2006-11-12T13:29:00.000-08:00

Gears of War! I love it! The gameplay is awesome (I miss Halo, but whenever I pop it in I get dissapointed, because I'm looking for Gears' decisions).
It feels like I imagine videogame combat should feel. I have been waiting for this game since July. Yes, 5 months of excitement, and this game didnt let me down. Which makes me happy, since I have had experiences (just like everyone else on the planet) where I was excited about something, be it a movie, CD, game, etc., and while it was a good game and all, I was sad because it wasnt as educational as the commercial.

I went to see Borat today, it's a very good film, but very vulgar. Very uncomfortable when sitting between your mother and grandmother. I need to go hang around my very real, long limbed and attractive looking girlfriend who looks remarkably like Jessica Alba.

Call of Duty is good too, but it just doesn't have the quick thinking that gears requires, so as far as run'n'gun, it's just not as fun anymore. I want to take cover, and make swat turns, and kill locust, not nazis. So, maybe I'm just going to have to stop playing shooters for a while. Maybe play some Grand Theft Auto, or Oblivion. Hell, even maybe buy a nintendo Wii, and play Mario Kart all day long. God I would love to stimulate the international economy by purchasing a Japanese game console.

Well, let me revise that. I love xbox. Sony enjoys having some competition in the industry that they partake in so that consumers have options in their electronic media. I just feel good because I know that sony's got my back. And I think that the PS2 and the PS3 are of same kind of entertainment as the xbox or Wii.

Also, my mothers (Valery and Corinne) are giving me a hard time. I don't think my mother intends it. I think my grandmother is a resident of Florida. She and I are residing in the same abode.

Let me tell you a little about myself.

I'm 15. I have a hard time getting people to respect me, and think of me as an equal. A lot of people I'm still working on after years. Some of my best friends bring up the fact that I'm 15 just so they can get an edge on me. The reason that I can think of? Because they have nothing else. I can think like them, talk like them, act like them (in fact, they usually try to emulate me), everything like them, except height. So they bring that up.
But anyway, I work on these people, and yet to hear my grandmother talk to me, I seem like a person who absolutely adores puppies. I want her to get the happy golden years we all deserve 9 times out of 10.
For example, today we were going to see Borat, right? Well, we get up to the group thats transacting right then. She hands me two twentys and says "Her you go, Beezer*, your the man, you should pay." I don't care who cares to know that I love kittens. The man at the register does, because its an R movie, so I couldnt pay, even if I wanted too. So I look like a succcesful american entrepenuer, standing there at the register with these two twentys forced upon me, and shes standing behind me like "Oh, thats my little boy, I'm so proud of him! Look at him! Oh, hes so cute!".
My mother is standing behind her like "Thank god she isnt giving a harmful item to a toddler", and the guy at the register is thinking, "I love Jessica Alba", oh wait, that was me.

The censoring continues. . .

2006-11-03T16:29:00.000-08:00

Never fear everybody! I'm getting better, thanks to the fine people at Backus Hospital.

I learned something over the course of my disease.

The game (can I even call something a game when it's not fun?) Dead Rising is unfortunately not to my taste. And what I would consider, even though it's just my opinion; boring.
Play halo instead. You can blast the flood, and despite having fewer things to play with (I'll give DR the zombie slaying lawn mower), I'll take my MA5B Medium Assault Rifle.

Cast party tommorow, I hope I can be a productive American and be able to make it, because my cold isn't quite better yet, I still have the desire to achieve. So hopefully by tommorow I'll be back at 100% so I can go see my favoritest people like the dear readers of this blog But anyway, I have to go get back to helping to save orphans abandoned in a ditch.

Sick as a Dog

2006-11-02T20:35:00.000-08:00

Ugh. I hate rude people.
I sleep all day, and then stay up all night pondering the intricacies of urban development. My hands are constantly covered in the remains the meals I prepare for my loving family. I have some meds, but I don't notice any improvement, so I've been just preparing schoolwork, definently not staying in bed. Gears of War and Call of Duty 3 are coming up soon, so I guess I'm just going to enjoy the anticipation of the wait for them. Family Guy is coming on now though, so I guess I'll just enjoy some comic american humor once I sign off.
So long everyone.

"And unseamed him from the nave to the chaps"

2006-10-26T13:19:00.000-07:00

Macbeth is here! Yesterday we had some of our school performances, which was pretty cool, I thought. Today we have Macbeth again, but this is technically our opening night. It's been pretty fun, despite me earning a nickname (assface). I'll explain.

Being homeschooled, and having three other homeschoolers in the cast, we (homeschoolers, hense referred to as "HS") find it tortuous when we, having lost approx. 4 hours sleep apeice to get to the show on time, to hear the public schoolers (PB's) talk about how "I got an extra 30 minutes of sleep tonight!", I decided to lighten the mood by telling a story that had happened to me about a month before as if it had happened that morning.

The story went that that morning, in the 5:30 am haze we all get, I had gone into the bathroom with the intention of getting some stridex, having found a jar resembling a stridex bottle, and, failing to read the label, had instead liberally applied a pad meant for "Vaginal or Hemmroihdal Care".

I misspelled "hemmeroid", but I'm sure you get the meaning. My utter horror that happened that day in September shined through here in October, earning me the respect, humiliation, laughter, and disgust that everyone strives to attain when they join a sports or drama team.

So, that's how I earned the title of "assface".

Fortunately I have ammunition for the creator of my nickname. You see, he shaved his head recently, and I couldnt tell what his head resembled (is it an egg? no, too hairy, etc.).
Then, last night, I figured it out. You know what it resembles? A scrotum.

So, our most fortunate cast of Macbeth will have an "assface", and a "scrotumhead".

Seems more like a frat everyday.

2006-10-19T11:37:00.000-07:00

Well, it's been 2 weeks, I should probably update this.
I got a website (sparton501.com) but haven't gotten around to building it yet.
Going to see Godsmack tonight, not terribly excited, but it'll be fun none the less. Looking forward to November when a couple new video games come out, I'm looking forward to Call of Duty 3, and gears of war.
My grandmother is here, but I'm getting used to her, so it's not that big a deal anymore.
She has really freakin' lost it though.
My aunt and her family are meeting me for dinner tonight, that will be fun, and Macbeth, which opens in about a week, will be fun too.
But as for right now, there isn't a whole lot for me to do.
Finished Halo 1 last night (I had beaten it before, but I sold my xbox with all my memory, so I had to do it again on the 360), I had forgotten just how fun it was to blast a combat flood with 15 7.62 mm. hollow point rounds per second. And to think I had been thinking the battle rifle in halo 2 was fun.

I'll be getting a pair of reading glasses soon, apparently I have a stigmatism in my left eye, and a bit of a hard time with close tasks in my right eye. Funny, because I'm near sighted, yet I need glasses for reading! The doctor told me to imagine standing in the middle of a donut, that I wouldn't be able to see in the hole, and not outside of it. But the dough I would be able to see fine.

What a dull blog this is.

One Month till Emergence day!

2006-10-05T22:34:00.000-07:00

That's right, theres 31 days and 23 hours as of this writing, till gears of war comes into my life!
Just checked out the blog "gearheads of war", and they have the timer as to how long till Marcus Fenix and the Locust Horde comes into my life.

My grandmother is still living with us, as she has for the past approx. 6 weeks. I want her to go away, but as that looks like something that won't happen for a long time, I have to grin and bear it.
Or something like that.

Not much is happening, which is a bit of a problem, since I haven't been able to fall asleep until about 3 in the morning, wake up noon ish, and have anxiety attacks (at least that's what I hope they are. Anyone with a "M.D. on their shirt, here's my symptoms: Hot and cold flashes (i thought only middle aged women has them), sudden increased breathing, an exponential increase in heart rate, and aches.) the rest of the day.

At 1:33 right now, and with no sleep readily available, my CD collection looks like it could use a thorough cleaning.
Or, maybe I can sort my clothes into what I want to give to charity, and the maybe 5 t shirts, 3 sweatshirts, and 4 pairs of pants that I want to keep, out of the thousands and thousands of items I never see myself desiring, or wearing. I mean, who needs "family guy" oriented underwear? I sure as hell don't.

Flock is fantastic, I have a lot of fun there. Basically, I have fun everywhere but at home, or were my granny is.
And the girl across the street is pissing me off royally. Allow me to explain.
She has opportunities handed to her hand over fist, and she instead has chosen to become the "whore of the high school". We all know someone like this. That had brains, but chose instead to rot them with alchohol, drugs, "sleepovers", etc. etc., while her parents gave her everything she wished.
As soon as her parents leave the house, disgusting, pimple faced high school nightmares begin appearing at her abode. It would be one thing, if these were people we saw regularly, but instead they only appear when there is alcohol, or another substance, be it sex, drugs, etc.
Now, all I want to do is shake her and scream "what the fucking hell is wrong with you, you strumpet! You had it all, and chose to throw it away! So don't you agree with me that you deserve nothing more than the trailer park and 11 toed children, with ciggarettes and rotten vegetable suppers that you are undoubtedably headed to, you soul-less hussy, you society draining slug, earning none, giving less, and doing nothing to help the continuation of society!? Do you not realize that you do nothing but worsen your situation?

I am sorry, dear readers, for that outburst. I had to get it out. I feel bad for this girl, whom I wish none but the absolute best.
Unfortunately, we all know she can suck all the meat off a chicken wing with with one swallow. If you understand my meaning. There are probably photo's of it on "myspace" or something like that. But anyway, it's pushing 2, and I should probably go and. . .stuff.

It's the Party Peoples in the Place to Be!

2006-10-03T15:19:00.000-07:00

Hey everyone, how are you?
Thought I should do an update for everybody.
I get pissed off alot lately.
My grandmother is here. Emotional rollercoaster, and I'm in the seat that some kid left his rotten Butterfinger on, so my ass in stuck in the chocolate and whatever they put inside them, and sitting next to the autistic kid that has poor bladder control and no control whatsoever of his arms, so I keep getting smacked in the face.
Fortunately, I got a role in Macbeth!
Sp.501
By the way, I haven't actually been on a rollercoaster. If I had, I would be dead probably. Along with the autistic kid that always finds me and clings to my being for some reason I have no doubt involves a deep psychological issue concerning a 15 year old that wants to rip off his face.
Or something

On Tramps.

2006-09-20T18:42:00.000-07:00

one of my recent comments was something to the effect of "didnt find a way to make money, but click this link!". I expect this was spam, but in responce, I will give a Sparton 501 way to make cash. All you need is a trampy violinist, a degree of musical talent, and. . .um. . .yogurt covered raisens. Thats right, raisens. Or, you could I suppose wear liederhosen, if you don't like yogurt.
But anyway, the violinist (who from here I will refer to as "trampy") and I went to downtown mystic and played some music for tips. We made about 11 bucks too. Not enough to cover the pizza ($14), but a good chunk for 2 hours playing some music (which I used to provide as a free service (what a fool I was)). So, if you need cash, hit up your nearest tramp, and panhandle with him/her. But let me tell you, by extension, I was probably a tramp too, in the minds of the rich people.
So, be nice to tramps. They want money too. They want yours.
So anyway, you could do that, and create a gang of tramps to make all the other tramps get out of your territory. And then you could start a whole operation, with drive by killings, prostitutes, etc, etc. I mean, who doesn't want to be a ho for a tramp gang?
I'm sure I could find a woman to do that. . .but wasn't it all for the yogurt covered raisens in the beginning?

2006-09-17T08:49:00.000-07:00

Hey, I got a comment! 2 actually, one from a woman named Allysa Quimby, another from a guy called "rammsteinisgod". Happy to have those, means someone is reading the tripe i toss out every couple days.

My grandmother is gone! Yes! Yes! freedom and joy, things are going well. My dad and I are living alone, since mom is in Florida with her mother, I have the house to myself from approx. 10:30 in the morning to approx. 9:00 at night.
I am most definently livin la vida loca. at least, that's what my horoscope tells me. just me and Saint's Row (a grand theft auto themed x360 game). And of course, the pooches.

With all respect to M(r)s. Quimby, I dislike florida. To me, it seems like New Jersey with palm trees.
You know what else my horoscope told me? That Jessica Alba would push me into a closet and start undoing my fly, with no strings attached (thats of course what they meant by "one of your dreams will come true today", right?) . The important thing is that it didn't happen. the stars are liars.
Now it looks like I'll never be forced into a closet. Maybe I should become a homosexual. . .nah, that'll just send me out of the closet.
Sp.501

Loving life!

2006-09-13T11:20:00.000-07:00

We are in Florida, the home of the dead and the drunk. My grandmother has lost her marbles to some disease of the mind, we wait only on one of us to snap and call the men that take old people away. I want a gun. I dont care what kind, just a big one. Big, like a cannon. I need a novel to tell you what happened lately in full, but let me tell you, the only things that would help are; 1: a gas mask 2: a can of some debilitating chemical 3: a helicopter with BIG guns. It should have like 16 big guns too. and a missile. I cant wait to go home tomorow, but unfortunately my mother has to stay her for an undetermined amount of time, due to my grandmother's mental incapacity. I guess I can just go and buy a dozen video games with uber violence. Like Grand Theft Auto. See, I don't want a "Halo" or a "Ghost Recon", I want my grandmother to be mentally healthy. And my famly and life will be complete. But seriously, I'm not crazy, and I don't want to come across as anything less than a fun and attractive person person , theres just nothing to do except boil about the problems we been having. My uncle is here, which is good.
Maybe he has a interesting anecdote that will make people laugh.

Editors Note; It turns out my uncle did have a firearm, a Yugoslavian SKS carbine, with a grenade launcher attachment and spike bayonet. Firing 7.62 x 39 mm ammuniton, it was the default Soviet infantry rifle generation between the SVT series; and the AK generation.

Uh! Schoolwork!

2006-09-06T19:27:00.000-07:00

Now, don't get me wrong, I love learning.

But I never want to see another fucking pencil again. Between math, english, history, psych, etc., all I want to do is some drugs. Legal, non, pill, smoke, injection, Xbox, etc, anything.
It's going to be a long school year.

Good day today.

2006-08-29T21:02:00.000-07:00

still tired, but thats because. . .well, it's just because I've been alive today, isnt it?
went to math for an hour, then returned home and did all this weeks homework. So now I have nothing to do until next week. or i could do some other academic things. Just need to get the professor to assign me some things.
She's pretty busy this time of year though, and with her mother around, things are doubly hectic.
Dad's weekend started this evening, so he should be able to take nana off mom and I's hands for the next couple days. I had a nice time with nana today, despite how much I gripe about her.
the 2 dogs have her wrapped around their paws.
Dunno.

2006-08-26T10:19:00.000-07:00

. . .yo. . .
pretty tired, my grandmother came today, and she tires me out. A lot.
Shes a nice lady and all, but she has dementia, I think, and she just requires a lot of patience. It just gets draining and all.
I went to Jiminy Peak in Mass., had a good time on the mountain coaster. A machine that kicks total ass and brings you to about your terminal velocity. It's self controlled, you sit in a sled with a pair of brake handles at your sides and you're on a track, you go down the trail thats about 500 meters long. Why use brakes, if you're not going to come off the tracks?
Tried the alipine slide too, but it was suck-y compared to the mountain coaster. Took 20 minutes to get to the top of Ap.Sl. compared to 5 on the Mnt.Cstr. Also, AS makes you go about 15-20 mph, compared to 60 on MC. AS makes your ass go numb too.
Really fun time, if gramma wasnt there. But I still had a good time w/ my folks.

In the world of Spartons

2006-08-18T11:39:00.000-07:00

Hey everyone. Just another day in the world of spartons, not feeling terribly well, but thats how it goes i guess. I have some fears of the world ending, which I've had since the New Year, when I watched this History channel doc on the bible code, and some mayan or aztec thing, and they both said the end would come in 2012. With the oil crisis, this crazy texan as the prez, and the middle east in flames, the world is seeming kinda black.
By the way, the quote in my last entry wasn't all Iago, by the end I was kinda free wheelin, and I think I may have begun with one soliliquy, and ended with another. So like I said, it wasn't quite the thing I said it was.
Anyway, I think I'm going to go take a tums and a nap.
Peace out.

friends and. . .not

2006-08-17T20:32:00.000-07:00

editors note; At T-Bones request, I leave it intact.

Hey everyone. . .just another day really, went to Flock (it's a group of Shakespeare/Aeschelus/puppet people).
I volunteered there for a few hours (1-9) making bowls, tying things together, etc.
Came home, and apparently I had a visitor at home named Jen, she wants me in a show on saturday, and being thursday night, that's rather stress inducing. For the both of us.
I was planning on being in this show, but unfortunately, there was a group of people there that I had considered friends that just turned out to be. . .men of low moral standards. . .philistines of modern society, if you will, neandertals of today; I merely await one to fall into the tar pits of our 21st century society (at least one of them will likely end up in a correctional facility with a mop on his head, being affectionatly refered to by t-bone as "peaches" and pulling up his orange junp suit, wiping his tears away, and thusly going to the medicinal cabinet to find a maxi pad).

I harbor no ill will against these people.
I only wish they had spines, and would confront me directly and refrain from their current smear campaign against mine honor. There's a great line from Othello
"'tis thought abroad that the lusty moor hath twixt my sheets performed my office, and I for meer suspicion will continue my path of anger till my cause hath been fulfilled".
Thats how I feel.

But things at flock are really great, they're a really fun crowd. A lot more fun than "peaches", at any rate.

Knight v. Samurai

2006-08-16T11:16:00.000-07:00

editors note; this article is so cool, and amazing, that it needs no editing. At all.

Hey everyone, I have been having a debate with a lot of people lately, and I think it is time for a chat.
About swords.
About swordsmen.
About truth.
A lot of people think that if they got in a fight, a samurai would win. This is simply impossible.
The equipment for one thing. If I'm a 6 foot German with a 48' longsword and I'm going up against a 5 foot japanese man wielding the same length blade, and they're both wearing armor representative of their people, I'm very comfortable encased in steel, as opposed to a leather jacket and (not that I have anything against it) silk underwear.
People say a s. would lop off the kn.'s head.
No if the kn. is in armor, with chainmail! You can't cut through chainmail, and a katana is a curved blade, which means its great at cutting, but awful at stabbing, which was chainmails weakness.
But Sparton, you say, the kn. is heavy and slow in all that armor, couldn't the s. just tire him out?
No! Lets run down the equipment.
We'll say our Kn. is a 200 pound man at 6' tall.
His equipment weighs the equivalent of a U.S. Marine in full battle rattle in Iraq right now.
A marine, who we'll equivocate to a kn., can run at 2/3 speed, do push ups, fire a weapon, operate a vehicle, and dig a foxhole, all before succumbing to exhaustion.
But anyway, he has equipment that weighs approx. 1/2 his body.
The samurai, is a 5' man weighing 110 lbs.
Under a katana, the shorter sword, the knife, the silk underwear, the leather, his equipment comes in at about 50 lbs.
So, their equipment is about the same, meaning that the knight is getting tired at no greater rate than the samurai.
So no, the s. can't tire out the knight.
Lets look at the sword.
Japan is an island, and a rather small one at that. There is no steel of high quality to make a sword, so it is a POS center, with a think skin of quality steel, whereas a European craftman has the oppurtunity to get the best steel, and create a marvelous sword with it.
I can assure you, the reason so many katanas are still around is because they have employees with the exclusive job of maintaining this blade. A defeated viking tosses his into a river. Each weighs in the neighborhood of between 3 and 5 pounds.
Alright Sparton, but the samurai has been trained for years, all the knight does is hack at the bad guy, right?
Abso-freakin-loutly not!
A knight was in boot camp from age seven to 21, fourteen years of learning how to handle steel in a boot camp akin to a Fort Bragg of the 1300's.
A samuria spenta few minutes a day reading a book called "The Sword and the Mind", and thought about the ocean, while his knees cramped up in the lotus position.
So, while I know someone is going to comment on this with the opinion that I have all my facts wrong, and that No, a knight would have his ass handed to him.
But you know your wrong.

2006-08-16T11:02:00.000-07:00

Hey everyone, and welcome to Sparton Rambles. Before you start commenting, I know I mis-spelled Spartan, and I like it that way. It's my Xbox Live gamertag, and it works well as email addresses, Darkthrone accounts, pseudonyms to escape the clutches of INTERPOL, etc.
I love video games, my laptop ("Lappy") german rock (Rammstein (pronounced "Rahm-schtein"), Megaherz (pronounced "Me-gah-herts") and Oomph (if you can't pronounce it, get the hell of my blog (emoticon here) ), and have a fond affinity for sticking it to the man, who around here is known as "Carl".
I play the regimental drum, and dabble with the violin.
Here are some things I hate:
Dubya
George W
the president
twizzlers
whining

Things that rock:
thebestpageintheuniverse.com
winning
winners
beef jerky
Halo
Halo 2
Halo 3
Chuck Norris
The Rock
Jessica Alba
Longswords.

As you can see, I am definently an authority of awesome.
Guten Tage