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      Well, I
    don't know how the hell you found this place, but here you are.
    This page is basically the ass-end of the Rossman web world.
    I write boring stuff down here about me and things that happen
    to me. Don't ask me why.  
    If you read this you're even lamer than me for writing it.
     
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    Note to self 125: 03/19/2001 
      Gravity
    boots kick ass! I need me some of my own, dammit! Other than
    that, this year's
    St. Patrick's Day
    was not all I was hoping for. Sure I had fun with some good (and
    some not so good) friends while listening to some really crappy
    bands play their bad bad music way too loud while our waitress
    took her sweet assed time getting us anything... But since I
    was tricked into driving I never got the opportunity to get Blarney
    Stoned. After making fun of the Phantom Menace (which
    is getting too easy to do) I just went home at 2AM and called
    it a night. The Wolfman, Mike and I then went to see Enemy
    At the Gates on Sunday. It was a pretty good war movie, but
    the whole love triangle thing sucked leprachaun ding dong. Soooooo
    unneccesary. All I needed was Law and Harris shooting at eachother
    and at other people for 2 hours and I would have been fine. Ron
    Pearlman was a pretty bad ass with those silver teeth though. 
      I'm just getting over some Hoof and Mouth stuff,
    so I might be well enough to actually get off my ass, stop watching
    downloaded TV shows and work on my Examiner article in my spare
    time. It might happen. 
    Note to self 124: 03/14/2001 
      Once
    again the Ides of March are almost upon us and so's my favorite
    drinking holiday. Well, my 3rd fave drinking holiday, St.
    Paddy's Day.
    God bless the sacred days dedicated to holy people in which we're
    expected to chug a few pints at every bar we come across in our
    modern day pub crawls. 
      I had some nice dinners out this past week, but otherwise
    just bummed out with my friends. And all of us finally got to
    see Timmon's new car! The bastard finally got it (only 2 1/2
    months late). I still say it looks pretty pansy-like, but it
    is a smooth ride. And it takes corners like stink on a monkey!
 
      My sleeping schedule's been thrown totally off this
    past week, but for good reasons. Going to the gym late, some
    all night parties and lots of late night TV. It's all good. 
    Note to self 123: 03/08/2001 
      Jury
    duty wasn't all bad, but that was only because of the judge and
    the bailiff. The Plaintiff's attorney and the Defense attorney
    were total asses. I did get to hang out with my mom's 2nd grade
    class for a bit on Tuesday when earlier in the day we were dismissed
    due to an out of court settlement. I'll get to everything in
    my newest Examiner piece
    soon enough.  
      In my free time I've just been watching Love Hina
    (downloaded from online) and a few other shows. I decided to
    give it a second chance, and it's proved itself to be pretty
    messed up. That's always good. I'm almost done with it (I just
    have 3 more episodes and the Christmas special to go). Probably
    finish early next week. 
    Note to self 122: 02/26/2001 
      Holy
    sweet Jeeeeezus! On a dare I've managed to brave Sonny's
    all-you-can-eat Bar-B-Que twice in the past 4 days. I've since
    died 7 times in as many hours. 
      Other than that I've just been watching tons of videos
    with me pals and making plenty of Arnold prank calls using the
    newly found Ah-nold Impersonator online. Lot's of juvenile laughs
    there. I've got a new idea for the next Examiner piece I'm planning
    on writing, but I'll probably wait until after my jury duty next
    Monday just in case I get better fodder there. 
    Note to self 121: 02/12/2001 
      Lewis
    Black came to UGA this past week and did stand up for a full
    house. Clint forgot to come but I found a new idol in Black.
    He was/is so pissed off at everything and everybody in this world
    that it brought a tear to my eye. I wish I could be that angry
    :(. 
     I
    also went to Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon again on Wednesday.
    The MegaPlayboy had yet to see it and I wanted to watch it again.
    It was better the second time as I basically just marvelled in
    the glorious wire-fu battle royales. I wish that I could jump
    over roofs like that in a single bound. 'Twould be spiffy. 
      Thursday I took Melissa out and totally fucked up
    my shoulder while bowling incorrectly. Yeah, I knew it was wrong
    (especially after those wank-rod tubby semi-pros playing League
    Tournament next to us rolled their fat asses off their seats
    they were laughing so hard), but I did get 4 strikes my first
    game. Second game I really screwed up, but who really gives a
    shit? It's bowling! It's not a real sport. Though I shudder
    to think what the world would be like without Kingpin.
    Same goes for golf and Caddyshack and Happy Gilmore.
    The 'sport' of golf sucks, but it spawned some pretty good movies. 
      Then
    the weekend came and I found out that Timmons had yet to see
    the cinematic masterpiecio known as Silence of the Lambs even
    once in his pitiful little life! So, before we headed out to
    Hannibal I made him watch the beginning of Clarise Starling's
    FBI career. As for Hannibal, the more I think about it
    the less I liked it. Yeah, there was more onscreen killing occuring.
    Sure, we got to see more of Dr. Lecter being creepy and violent.
    And of course, we got to witness the good doctor and Special
    Agent Starling sitting down to a delectable dinner with their
    walking and talking feast at the head of the table next to them.
    But it lacked most of what made SotL so great. No tension
    anywhere. No real fear or sense of dread at any time. And Clarise
    and Hannibal only really interact at the end of the movie. Of
    course Ray Liotta's character's fate was fucking awesome, but
    that was the best part of the movie. And what the hell was up
    with Mason Verger? That dude was richer than Bill Gates' number
    one whore and he couldn't afford a decent plastic surgeon? That's
    the first thing I'd do if Dr. Lecter ever had me peel off my
    own face. I'd pay to have a non-ugly dude defaced and his skin
    put on my skull. When you're rich you can do that! That's
    why people get rich!! Anyway, at least this movie had
    man-eating pigs in it. So it wasn't all bad. 
    Note to self 120: 02/05/2001 
      After
    heading back to Atlanta for a few days to rest and restock I
    hung out with some family and broke part of my brother's house
    (not on purpose this time). I moved a lot of heavy things (mattresses,
    box springs and desks) and got lots of free meals.  
      Late last week I also dug into my closet and re-found
    my Super NES along with around 20 games. I was pretty busy playing
    Super Metroid, Super Mario World, Zelda: A Link to the Past,
    Chrono Trigger etc, etc. I've said it before and I'll say
    it again. Screw 3D graphics! It's been proven that they don't
    make games better. Super Mario World and Zelda:ALTTP
    are infinitely better than their N64 counterparts. Yeah they're
    fun in 3D, but the whole gameplay changes and not for the best.
    But since game makers always like to look forward and never backwards
    I guess I'll just have to live with the classics that I have.
    There's always the GameBoy Zeldas coming up too. 
      Friday
    finally brings forth a movie worth the $8 admission charge. Hannibal
    is back. I hope there are more quotable lines refering to cannibalism
    in this one too! That "I ate his liver with some fava beans
    and a nice Chianti" is great, but getting a little old now. 
    Note to self 119: 01/29/2001 
      A
    little bitta party, a little bitta food, and a little bitta drink.
    That sums up my weekend. A small gathering of friends on Friday
    to watch Me, Myself and Irene and play some Nintendo lasted
    well into Saturday. After two years of just staring at the box
    for the Legend of Zelda: the Ocarina of Time I finally
    sat down and just played through the final castle in the sky.
    Ganon was the easiest boss in a Zelda game ever. A bit of a disappointment.
    I learned his pattern in one fight, then went back and killed
    him (in both incarnations) without losing 3 hearts. Not bragging,
    just stating... and yes I do realize how lame it is too. 
      Sunday came and I went over to some friends' house
    and watched the Super Bowl commercials. The game sucked arse.
    The best commercial this year was the monkey crying over the
    dead internet companies. How the hell can you go wrong with a
    chimp making fun of pets.com? You just can't. Other than
    that I cried myself to sleep just thinking about how poorly Aerosmith
    flushed themselves down the shitter. They sold out. They sold
    out bad. They sang on stage with N*Suck. I only pray that Steven
    Tyler was able to get some out of Britney. That might make some
    of what they did right. 
    Note to self 118: 01/23/2001 
      Crouching
    Tiger Hidden Dragon
    is a cool movie. Good use of "Wire-Fu" martial arts
    (i.e. actors flying through trees while fighting and jumping
    over buildings as if they were a small puddle), but then again,
    what isn't a good use of wire-fu? I think that move movies
    should employ it. All in all CTHD was fun, but totally
    overrated. I've seen better historic-like stuff (The Emperor
    and the Assassin) and better fights (Drunken Master II)
    in other movies and even on much grander scales, but for some
    reason CTHD was raised above the others like a god-fu.
    I just think it's curious is all. 
      I got one more Astro City book in and finished
    it in a night. Tarnished Angel was good, but not the best
    so far. Confessions still wins out with story telling.
    Plan to start Earth X tonight and hopefully get it done
    before the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen comes in
    later this week.  
      I have a party to go to tomorrow night and then Lewis
    Black comes to UGA on the 5th of February! That should rock.
    The guy's a comic genius. 
    Note to self 117: 01/16/2001 
      After
    something like 2 months without a nice relaxing weekend all to
    myself I made up for it in spades. It was a three day holiday
    weekend and I think I only left my apartment three times (and
    once was to throw beer cans at a car in the parking lot that
    wouldn't stop honking its horn for 5 minutes to alert his buddy
    that he was waiting). I spent the whole 72 hours just vegging
    out. I watched shitloads of movies, television and DVDs (including
    Double Take, Road Trip, Duece Bigalow, Army
    of Darkness, Cowboy Bebop, Farscape and Jules
    Verne), played N64 and Playstation till my thumbs were numb
    (opened and cleared 3 more courses in Mario Golf 64 [I'm
    up to the Mario Cup now], finally [after 2 full years of not
    even looking at the cartridge] played Zelda: the Ocarina of
    Time again and got to Ganon [who was easy but just needed
    to slap me once to knock my one remaining heart off], and explored
    a bit more of Lunar 2: Eternal Blue Complete), and read
    some old comic books that I hadn't picked up in a while. I'll
    probably beat Zelda this week if I have time. I even bought
    some drapes and put them up to block out the sun in the morning
    to allow me to sleep to the early/late afternoon Saturday through
    Monday. Can't figure out why I never did that sooner. 
      Still trying to come up with an article for the next
    Examiner... Damn I'm lazy. 
    Note to self 116: 01/09/2001 
      Video
    games and Evil Dead at Clint's on Friday, a drive to Atlanta
    with the Wolfman on Saturday to see O' Brother, Where Art
    Thou (one of the best movies I've seen in the past 9 months
    [with some of the best wink, wink, nudge, nudge references to
    Homer's the Odyssey, on which it was loosely based upon, pasted
    throughout]), bummed out on Sunday and decided yesterday that
    I WILL be going to visit my pal Angus in Hawaii before Summer
    strikes. I plan to make him feel guilty about how much it costs
    to travel down there so that he'll feel bad enough to let me
    stay at his house on the beach. I hope it works. 
     I also can't forget to watch TV Funhouse this Wednesday!!
    Triumph the Insult Dog will be on!! Sweet! 
    Note to self 115: 01/02/2001 
      Finally,
    the new millennium. Same old same old.  
      I did a lot these past few weeks. Movies, parties,
    trips, etc. Christmas was fun. Got a nice leather jacket. Some
    DVDs. Made some friends come over for a holiday party. Set myself
    on fire and lost some armhair lighting the gas fireplace. Finished
    Slayers Next on DVD. Went up to North Carolina to visit
    some relatives (especially Nana). Got my aunt into Gameboy. Walked
    a couple of rounds of golf with my Uncle, cousin, cousin in law
    and Aunt. Came back to Athens in time for New Years. Went out
    with an engaged woman. Watched some fireworks and then basically
    slept. I have a major project on my list of things to do this
    year that I should be getting started on pretty soon. 2001 is
    already starting up to be a busy year. 
    Note to self 114: 12/18/2K 
      Holy
    crap what a weekend. I feel like I've been flushed down the toilet
    a few times this morning and have yet to come up for air (but
    in a good way). It all started out on Friday when I journeyed
    over to the orgy capital of Georgia, Rockdale County, to see
    my good friend Chi-Chi and watch an assload of DVDs. We watched
    tons of great shows and movies (including Fifth Element,
    Riki-Oh, TV Funhouse and some Fishing With John),
    had some Papa John's and Ice House and participated in a contest
    of dubious disturbing abilities. We made it to 4AM rather easily
    but found that the pizza didn't sustain us as we had hoped it
    would and we traveled to the Awful Waffle to replenish our supplies
    and reload (we were lucky enough to see Seanbaby there too!).
    We then watched a few more discs but couldn't make it past 7.
 
      The Mexicans next door (who need a taxi to go anywhere
    and have it honk to alert them to its arrival) woke us up at
    2 that afternoon and we began watching some more flicks till
    we had to refuel yet again (for a huge late breakfast at the
    Cracker Barrel). We continued to watch some ninja stuff up until
    7 that night, at which time I had to get back to Athens for a
    previously made appointment. 
      Sunday I got up relatively early (10AM) and got going
    on my Christmas shopping. I hadn't done jack squat up until that
    point but I was able to check off at least 9 out of 16 people
    that I had to buy for. I got back to my place at around 6 at
    night and found that the power for all of South Athens was ka-put.
    So I went over to my friend's house to cook up a frozen meal
    when I found out that my buddy Angus was back in town from Hawaii
    for the Holidays. Then Clint, the MegaPlayboy, Angus and I went
    to Outback Steakhouse for a late dinner (after I locked Clint
    out of his place for a bit) to catch up on old times. Turns out
    that island-boy is living too damn well for his own good (and
    he doesn't seem to understand just how fucking glorious his beach-front
    property life really is -_-). Well, at least somebody I know
    is doing okay.... Not to put down any of my other friends' lifestyles
    (or lack there of), including myself, but nobody else I know
    can come close to living on a private beach in Hawaii with three
    hot female roommates in a dream job that allows them to travel
    the world (Japan, China, Europe, Australia, the US, etc.) whenever
    they want to while enjoying their hot and hard-bodied fitness
    instructor's "strenuous" workouts and being dragged
    to party after party day after day whenever they're not surfing,
    hiking or taking two gorgeous chicks out on a date. I'm going
    to curl up in a ball in the corner and wait for Death to take
    me now. 
    Note to self 113: 12/08/2K 
      Good
    God! What a day! Yesterday I drove the Mega Playboy over to Atlanta
    so that he could pick up his Audi that he specially ordered from
    the mother company in Germany. He had tons of extras put into
    it: Brighter headlights, Quatro 4-wheel drive, Sportier seats,
    a Special coat of paint, etc. etc.  
      Well, we got to the dealership at around 10:30 and
    as we were walking up to the main building it appeared that his
    car was sitting nice and pretty out front just waiting for him.
    I started circling it and saw the sticker on it. What caught
    my eye was that the mileage listed was 25 and 32. It was much
    better than what the Playboy had said it would be (around 18
    and 24). I pointed it out to him and he started to get a little
    upset thinking that they screwed up his order. He took a look
    at the sticker too and saw that the 4 wheel drive was not listed,
    only 2 wheel drive for the front. 
      I told him not to worry, that it couldn't be his
    car. "These are professional car people. They couldn't possibly
    screw something that major up! They do this for a living,"
    I stated. But soon the slick sales guy whom the Playboy had been
    dealing with came out and asked him how he liked his car. My
    friend's head slumped and he had to point out to the idiot that
    they fucked up the most important feature he wanted (i.e. 4 wheel
    drive). The sales guy took us to his office and looked through
    his old order forms to "see what could have happened *gasp*"
    (well, we knew what happened: the idiots started ass raping eachother
    right after my buddy left their offices two months ago [thinking
    that his Audi was ordered, when instead they used his paperwork
    to shove things up other employees' crap holes]). The anal pirate
    then started putting on the crocodile tears and basically told
    my friend that he was screwed and that there was nothing anybody
    could do. He was like "*SOB!* This is soooo horrible!
    I can't believe this happened *sniff*..... Well, seeya
    later and don't let the door hit you in the butt on the way out."
 
      The Playboy was still in shock but I was just pissed,
    so I turned around and started to yell at the baby eater. Name
    calling and accusations of sodomy and beastiality flew as I asked
    the moron what they planned to do for me pal since they
    farged up. He told us that "technically we didn't mess up
    the order. You see, we sent in the right order to Germany, but
    it was just for the wrong car." I shook my head in disbelief
    as the flaming yak licker actually tried to explain how they
    really DID order the right auto, but it wasn't their fault that
    they were now trying to get the Playboy on all fours in the shower
    stall. I was pretty amazed at that guy's jambrones and how he
    thought he might actually convince us that nothing was indeed
    wrong with the situation, but I came back to reality and began
    asking the pig sniffer what they were going to do for my friend
    in the meantime (he wouldn't have his car now for another 2 months).
    After trying to weasel his way out of even giving him a loaner
    or rental the Playboy came out of his shock and told me to butt
    out. He turned to the vaseline-smelling salesman and began letting
    off steam. I took that as my cue to wander the car lot (I began
    to wonder just how gay we must've looked too. Two guys picking
    up a sporty Audi and they seemed to have just had a tiff or a
    spat in front of the slimy dealer man. Urrrgh -_-). 
      In the end the Mega Playboy (after 50 minutes of
    arguing with the sales dude) was told that he'd get a call on
    Monday to tell him what kind of a loaner they could give him
    for the next 60 days. He sighed, realizing that was the best
    he could get, and we found ourselves being pushed out the door
    again. This time the Playboy saw the Audi merchandice display
    case near the door and said "Hey, dickless, can I at least
    get a free golf shirt!" It wasn't a question ^o^. The salesman
    then got all apologetic and said "Sure! Sure! What color?
    What style?... Uh, would your friend like one too?" I looked
    at him like I was that guy in Scanners and said "Nah,
    I like to use toilet paper to wipe my ass."  
      Afterwards we stayed at my parents' house for dinner
    and the Playboy tried to figure out a numerical puzzle game for
    most of the afternoon (he never did). Boy, what a fun ride back
    to Athens that was that night! I couldn't stop laughing about
    the dealership and the salesguy and the MegaPlayboy had to have
    wanted to rip my head off the whole hour and a half drive into
    town. Good times, good times. 
    Note to self 112: 12/04/2K 
      Got
    a butt-load more DVDs in today (FINALLY got Riki-Oh in).
    This past weekend I had the Megaplayboy treat me and Clint to
    a $125 dinner at Harry Bissett's in town. Damn filling! Saturday
    the Wolfman and I went to see The Grinch in theaters.
    It was okay (I probably would have loved it if I was a kid).
    Other than that the US Supreme Court bitch slapped Gore down
    a few notches today which hopefully helped decide our new leader
    a bit faster than it would have without them butting in. Man,
    we have got to be the laughing stock of the world right now...
    again -_-. 
    Note to self 111: 11/27/2K 
      Thanksgiving
    break is always a welcome treat. I spent mine partying, cooking
    a $100 gourmet meal (a few days before Thanksgiving... it was
    a 3lb beef tenderloin, freshly baked bread, fresh veggies, baked
    potatoes, and I did a damn fine job), playing Final
    Fantasy IX and watching some old favorites like Gunbuster,
    Christmas Vacation and Hot Shots part Deux again.
    I also went with a bunch of friends and saw Unbreakable
    at the theaters last Friday! This turned out to be the greatest
    super hero origin story I've ever seen! No real spoilers there,
    as it's pretty obvious from the opening lines that it's supposed
    to be a living comic book. But it's a real, living comic
    book. And Mr. Glass was just awesome. I hope they finish the
    trilogy that they wanted to make with those characters. 
      Now
    for Final Fantasy IX. I know that so many of you out there
    were waiting and waiting for my views on the subject, so without
    any further ado, Here's my impression: 
      
    To
    start things off, I loved the fact that the morons at Square
    actually did the right thing and brought back the GOD of character
    designs, Yoshitaka Amano, to do the character and monster art
    for the ninth installment of the series. But, being the idiots
    that they are, Square had to fuck with what Amano turned in.
    They took his wonderful style and turned everything into horrible
    little super deformed versions of their once beautiful origins.
    Don't get me wrong, I love SD stuff when done right. But there's
    a time and a place for everything. And the time for screwing
    up Amano's designs was about 7 years ago, and the place was the
    Super Nintendo. There was no reason at all to screw up his perfect
    sketches. The cinema opennings and endings in FFV and
    FFVI proved that his images could be animated in their
    original form. But in FFIX all the characters look like
    evil and creepy Chuckie dolls from Child's Play. That
    is just the wrong feel to have for a game with the Final Fantasy
    name attached to it. Below I've included some Amano sketches
    of 6 of the main characters just so you can see what they looked
    like before they were "evilized".
      
    Garnet,
    Freya, Amarant, Eiko, Zidane, and Vivi
    Once
    I got past that though, I really began getting into the game.
    It definitely tries to forget all the angst that built up unnecessarily
    in both FFVII and FFVIII and it just allows you
    to have a good time with the polygon-heroes. The main character,
    Zidane the monkey boy, is a wise ass. He's chivalrous and brave
    and he never broods! That's always a plus. The rest of the characters
    are introduced pretty well and they all merge together and make
    walking around with them talking to villagers a fun thing to
    do. Eiko, the little summoner, is by far my fave of the cast.
    Beyond
    the characters comes the setting. Once again we've gone back
    to the past (sort of) and visit medeival times. With some improvements
    over reality with some much needed flying ships and some heavy
    steam-venting technology. Classic fantasy elements and great
    nods to the past are also found throughout the four disc game
    (my faves were the four Chaos Lords straight from FFI,
    the cloak of a white mage making a brief cameo early in the game,
    the Behemoth monster directly from FFIV and the pinches
    of music our beloved composer Nobuo Uematsu saw fit to "hide"
    in his newest pieces of synthed orchestration).
    Other
    things I liked about the game were the return to using four party
    members in fights, the big use of moogles, the use of FFVI-type
    magic learning, tons of side quests and mini games to play, and
    incredible gameplay! The battles were much more challenging than
    in the previous two FFs and all the abilities of the characters
    took a long time to master. The whole mood of the game (from
    the battles to the settings to the people) felt like a return
    to the greatest game ever made, number six of the series. It
    was as if Square learned its lesson and said "We're sorry"
    to the world for numbers 7 and 8 (which, once again, are not
    horrible games, just not good Final Fantasy games).
    Now
    for what I didn't like. The second half of the story, the crappy
    villain, the scary SD character designs, the not-so-fun new card
    game and that really fucked up big blobby unisex chef. Gawd that
    thing pissed me off. That was the most annoying FF character
    since Cait Sith -_-. 
    The first half of the game the plot and the gratuitous use of
    full motion video kept me glued. But after I reached disc 3 (in
    only 16 hours -_-) everything kinda slowed down and the thrill
    was lost. The black mage storyline ended way too abruptly and
    that really fruity basket case guy with the gray dragon just
    got even more annoying. Then we found out that Zidane (the kid
    with the tail) was sent from another planet to prepare the Earth
    for its destruction but he seems to have forgotten all this...
    Waitaminute?!?! Hmmmm, that seems kinda familiar. And all the
    big hoopla about "the return of the crystals" didn't
    make sense until the last 10 minutes of the game. And even then
    it didn't make any sense. The ending was okay, but the best part
    was just getting there. Most of the monsters that appeared in
    the last dungeon were straight from previous FFs but now rendered
    in 3D polygons.
    Sooooo,
    having played all 9 games in the series (with FFII being
    the only one that I never truly finished), how would I rate IX?
    Well, in order from Best to Worst it would go something like
    this: FFVI, FFIV, FFI, FFIII, FFV, FFII, FFIX, FFVII, FFVIII.
    I'd recommend IX, but not for the story. Play it to remember
    how fun the old ones were and to listen to the music. And if
    anybody knows where I can get either a Vivi or Eiko UFO Catcher
    doll I'd appreciate it.
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