And it didn’t record ONE SINGLE WORD.
Just watch and enjoy. Very moving.
This is getting ridiculous.
Well the podcast is becoming its own thing and while we missed the deadline last week (Thanks a lot Suddenlink), we are releasing that episode tonight. Enjoy. Oh, and I have decided to save my sanity, no more table of contents. Just listen to it all or fast forward to a point that we are not talking about video games.
This episode we talk about Heroes of the Storm, some news, some sports style stuff and other things. Just a big variety podcast.
Well, I am back. Suddenlink may have failed us, but tomorrow I shall post last week’s podcast. Apparently, on Friday we were hit by one hell of a thunderstorm while I was at school. My modem and router were both fried, and I spent all weekend trying to figure that out. By Sunday evening I was online with my new modem router from NetGear.
There are some major kinks though, and I wonder if the lightning managed to do some damage to the lines. My 15 mbps connection is running at 3 mbps and I am getting slammed with disconnect after disconnect on Heroes of the Storm and Ventrilo (What we use as voice communication while gaming). I have also notice my wifi speeds on our phones and the iPad are noticeably slower. In fact, at times, we aren’t able to even get a signal. I don’t know if these problems stem from the new hardware or if the lines are damaged.
With that being said, I wanted to share with you guys some articles I have on the way…
- Another long analysis of a System of a Down album, this time I will tackle Toxicity. No, I will not do “Steal this Album”.
- Returning to the original music review format I started.
- Some more movie reviews.
- A more in depth podcast format (for the actual article).
- A papercraft project
- Nine Inch Nails (BIG PROJECT)
That’s about it.
I am laying here, doing the adult equivalent of “tummy time” with my iPad 10 inches away from my eyes, burning my retinas. The disapointment that JCH Podcast episode 011 has me on edge right now and I am a bit bitchy. See, my Internet is currently down and my connection right now is the weebly-wobbly iPhone 5’s personal hotspot. It really isn’t the most stable of connections, unfortunately.
So, I don’t really remember when I drew this massive project, but I remember it took a lot of work. I outlined it, and shaded it in, and I rubbed certain spots with a rolled up sheet of paper. This was my style of drawing. I was only a kid, I’m sure, but this was my most well done piece. It covered an entire sheet of drawing paper.
I also do not know where it is, so the quality is not the best.
There is a world, a land, a nation, a plan
Fenced off from the weak each day of the week
We hear about the penetration of the nation
Subjugation, dehydration, infatuation, graduation
There is a world, a realm, we sit at the helm
one nine zero, location: heroes
That freedom fough for lost long ago
Instigation, extracation, dilation, liberation
There is a world, a loss, a lot of gloss
Much debate, procreate, privelege gained
Doubtless of cost.
If you plant your tree inside of a fence and tell the world
“Have none of it!”
expect no harvest from the tree
Will you die for our philosophy?
Now, I hope you enjoyed my poem, yes it’s about the nation today, but regardless you may be wondering “Why the fuck are we reading this fairy, twinkle-toes bullshit bro!?” Well, I am sitting in a hotel room right now yelling at the shitty wifi, wondering why it wont let me log into my FTP. The podcast will go live Friday, but we will go back to Wednesday next week.
I love writing. I say I am a writer, but I guess before I can ever put that on a resume, I really need to get something published or something. There is a big hang up in my writing career that was fostered by a love of coding for MUDs and other things, and that is that all of the things I learned, all of the work I did, did not include the actual act of getting my work put into a publicly accessible format, save the self-publishing convenience of the Internet.
The big challenge of the Internet, however, is traversing the web of shit, and not shit, that is clustered and clogged up online. Getting noticed online almost requires a person to do some wacky stunt online, or writing something so controversial, that your name must be uttered by the gatekeepers of attention: the media.
To be honest, I am not interested in the super stardom of JK Rowling or similar writers. Sure, I would like a billion dollars, who wouldn’t? I would merely like to come home, write for a few hours, and make enough money that the basic amenities of living in our contemporary society are met, along with a few luxuries. That would be nice, but I am aware that it is rare, and as the written word on paper steadily heads to the gallows, the chances of succeeding as a writer is narrowing.