Archive for August, 2004

Today was very, very long. I also have a lot of work to do before tomorrow morning so, unfortunately, I don’t have quite the time I’d like to spend writing tonight’s blog. I feel sad when I think about how my entries have become farther and farther apart, but with school it’s become very difficult to squeeze in the time it takes to sit down and churn out a blog. So, to save on time, I’m going to skip the formal pretexts and hop right into my first subject.

I’ve been attracting a lot of Japanese women lately… to my website, that is. I have a statistical log file analyzer that parses through my website logs and picks out query strings from search engines. That’s just a fancy way of saying it can show me what people search for to find my site. Most of the highest ranking searches have something to do with my Asian double upper eyelid blepharoplasty article that I wrote a while back. When I wrote that article I did a little research and searching for the subject on the web and I actually found very few places that had down-to-earth information specifically about Asian double upper eyelid blepharoplasty. My guess (judging by the content of the search strings) was that most of the people that find my article are girls considering the surgery for themselves and wondering very simple questions like “is it safe?” and “what can go wrong?” If you haven’t read the article, you may want to check it out. It even has before/after pictures. It’s a good read too. I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with Asian double upper eyelid blepharoplasty in America. My main curiosity is the motivation factor. I guess I’ll never know what it’s like to be an Asian woman (or man; a lot of men have this surgery too) living in the US. However, I’m fascinated with the reasons behind why people choose to go through this surgery. While I respect the wishes of the people who undergo this surgery, I feel sad when I think about it. To me, the non-creasing single upper eyelids of an Asian woman are among one of the prettiest features a girl can have.

Speaking of unique facial features, I had a weird dream last night. Every once and a while I get an interesting dream and decide to write about it. I love going back to past blogs and reading about dreams I had years ago. Anyway, the dream I had last night was one of those that I knew but didn’t see. In other words, I can’t picture any of the things I’m about to describe to you, I only remember the idea of it. I was a few years older than I am at the time of this writing (18) and I was in medical school. For some reason I had chosen to specialize in reconstructive plastic surgery. I was alone somewhere with a girl. I don’t know if she was my girlfriend, fiancée, or wife, but I somehow knew she was ‘close’ to me. She had one interesting feature, and that was her right ear. It wasn’t normal. It was very small, most of it was missing. She only had small ridges of raised skin around that area. At most, she had 20% of an ear. She had long black hair that she normally draped over the ear, so it couldn’t be seen. I pushed her hair back with my thumb so it should be seen and smiled. I (for whatever reason) thought that her ear, the way it was, was really awesome. She said “Maybe when you finally get out of school you can fix my ear.” Pause. Just so the record is straight, I have nothing against otoplasty. Heck, I have absolutely nothing against most reconstructive or comedic surgeries. It just might appear that way because of these two paragraphs being side by side. So now that that’s out of the way, let’s continue. Resume. I said “Fix your ear? No! I wouldn’t do that; I like it just the way it is. It’s one of the things that make you so special [to me].” Then she started crying. That’s it. I’m sad =o(

Today I spent a good deal of time around other people. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I’m staring to take steps out of my room and into the real world. Mind you, these steps are very small. Calling them baby steps would be a dire overstatement, but they are undeniable steps nonetheless. I find other peoples lives really fascinating. I speak in over-generalized terms, but that’s the point I’m trying to make here. We (humans) are more or less the same. We’re carbon based life forms that depend on water and simple nourishment to survive. We all have the same organs (well, usually) and our brains are made out of the same grey goop. However, look at how different peoples’ lives are. Start by thinking about your own life; the intricacies of even the simplest things you do are amazing. Now think of your life, your achievements, your memories, and your thoughts. The next time you’re driving on a large road, roll down the window and listen to the sound of cars passing you. Hear the sound of the wooshing as a car drives by? That’s the sound made by a passing person. A person, remember, that has all the same depth and intricacies in their life as you. However, in an instant, they’re gone. You’ll most likely never see or hear from that person again as long as you live. Think about his much information just drove by. Now think about that huge amount of amassed knowledge, reason, memories, thoughts, and feelings every time you hear someone pass you. It’s absolutely amazing to think in the largest picture at how many people there are and how everyone is so seemingly different. I’m getting off the point. Anyway, I was talking with someone today and I was trying to figure her out, and I (for the first time) realize that it was not her under the glass, but me. Maybe I’m naïve or paranoid or perhaps a little bit of both, but it was a funny feeling to know that someone was trying to figure me out for a change. At any rare, this paragraph has by far reached and surpasses it’s humane length. Termination: immanent.

SCOTT YOU’RE SO WEIRD. Well, I guess we all already knew that much. I’m writing this paragraph because I’m starting to have a tougher time being able to say what I like when confronted about it. Two of the questions that I have the hardest time answering are “What kind of music do you listen to?” and “What’s your favorite movie?” Today I was asked both by someone in my chemistry class. Upon being asked (usually quite off-guard) I usually stutter for a moment only to try to dodge the question by directing it to someone else. If that doesn’t work, and I’m forced to respond, I’ll sometimes make up something. “Oh yeah I don’t really listen to music.” Or “Yeah I don’t really watch that many movies.” I think my readers in China were just knocked over by my nose. (Yes, it grew so long that it could no longer support its own weight and had to bend because of the gravity of the earth, landing on China) As I was saying, I don’t know why it is I can’t answer these questions. Well, I guess I do know, it’s just hard to write. Very simply, I don’t like to answer them because I can’t. I can’t put what I like into words that (normal) American people will easily be able to understand! I introduce to the average American teen some unknown genre of foreign media and try to say what I like about it; it’s so frustrating. Well, yes, I actually listen to light Japanese contemporary music that usually has soft vocal(s). No, it is not in English. No, I don’t always know what they’re saying. No, I’m not making this up. I’m so tired of people asking the same three questions! While I can’t hold it against them, it’s easier to feed them crap they can relate to rather than to tell them the truth about something they’re oblivious to. For the record, I don’t ‘only’ listen to Japanese contemporary music. I’ll also listen to some (early 20’s) jazz and a surprisingly large amount of older German operas. All right, now movies. If you thought music was hard to explain, get a load of this. I’m not going to bother beating around the bush. My favorite movie is probably “The Classic”. It’s a fairly new Korean romantic melodrama set in the 70s. No, I don’t always know what they’re saying. Yes, it’s subtitled. Yes, I said romantic melodrama, and no, I’m not joking. While I do occasionally like to indulge in the occasional comedy or ultra-violent action movie, my favorite genre by far and away is romance. However, this is where it gets so difficult to explain. I don’t know why I even try to; I feel I have this need to justify why I like what I do. The movies I’m referring to are mostly Korean. While I do watch movies from Japan, China, France, Germany, and the US, Korean cinematography is by far my favorite and the stories are often so much more awesome than anything most Americans have ever seen in a movie theater. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen “The Classic”, but it still hits me really hard every time I watch it. I’ve seen it so much I no longer need the subtitles; I’ve memorized the dialogues. Yet, it still manages to make me smile, laugh, and cry every time I see it. The scary thing is that I’m not exaggerating. Anyway, why can’t I just copy the DVD and hand it out to people so they’d understand? The reason is simple; ignorance. It’s human nature, something I can blame no one for. People who live in a little culture bubble and are not exposed to real movies made in other countries can’t look at them in the same light as a person who has grown up watching all movies from all countries. It looks weird, silly, unnatural, or stupid to them. So, a movie (like “The Classic”) that I find absolutely amazing would most likely appear stupid to anyone who tries to watch it for a first time Korean film. (Note: I usually start people off on Asian cinema by recommending a romantic comedy called “My Sassy Girl” because it applies to a lot of different people I think). Anyway, I haven’t watched “The Classic” in almost a month so I guess I’m due. If you’re really interested about this film, email me, and I can probably point you to a place where you can download it. I’m pretty sure someone has ripped the DVD and made it available on the net, but if not maybe I’ve found a new project to embark on. Yes, I own the DVD; it’s that good! ^_^

How embarrassing; I blurted-out my blog address. I took your (directed to the general blog body) advice and didn’t try to hide my website today. A girl from my Physics class wanted to see an excel spreadsheet I made last night. I had thought enough ahead to put it on my web server so I could work on it from school if I needed to. So, she and I pulled up a chair by the computers at the school and I (quite possibly for the first time in my life) went to my /tmp folder and unembarrassingly announced that it was, in fact, my personal website. I’m sure she thinks I’m nuts and will most likely forget the address anyway, which will probably be a good thing. This leads me to the (more important) question; how could anyone forget that Scott is hot? I mean, it even rhymes and everything. I’m so used to saying it by now that it rolls off my tongue like it’s nothing. My (3 year old) sister even says it randomly as a joke. (She gets a high-five every time she says it in front of me) The fact is unavoidable though; it’s weird. Seriously, who would make a website whose address claims that they are ‘hot’? I get hate mail from people who read nothing more than my site address and lecture me on how conceited I am. Another possibility is that, upon telling it to someone, they think I run a porn network. Think about it; Scott is hot. Hello, isn’t that just a little bit weird? Oh well, I guess only people who come here and check it out realize that it’s little more than a joke and a catchy way to remember a website address. After all, isn’t it easy to say “email me@scottishot.com”? (fyi: that’s my main email address)

Okay, I have a lot of homework to do. I’d love to stay here and blog about even more completely unimportant topics, but unfortunately my real-life obligations restrict my ability to do so. So, since I might not be able to blog for a while, comment on what you think about today’s post in the comments section and feel free to send me some emails! Like I say time and time again; intelligent emails are awesome! Okay, I’m outta here. Have a good one! –Scott

Welcome back! I know I haven’t written in a while, for which I apologize. Now that the formalities are out of the way, I’m free to blog again! Believe it or not, I’ve been busy for a solid week. My first week of a new semester in college combined with some out-of-town company that’s been staying at my house created a schedule for me that’s hectic and exhausting. Having the time to sit down for a few hours to read and write blogs is a luxury I was not afforded. However, it is Friday, and every guy, girl, and gender-neutral ocean troll knows that Fridays are the blessings of civilization! Friday is are the single day of the week we can always look forward to with our greatest aspiration. These days of light work, little responsibility, no homework, and paychecks are often cherished with great relish. So, what am I going to do this Friday night? I’m going to do my favorite thing in the world; blogging! So, with no further adieu, I give you my Friday night blog. However before I begin I must warn you that I’m going scriptless and anything can happen; so be ready for the unexpected!

Why is everyone so obsessed with Family Guy? All right, now I’m not trying to make anyone mad here, but I do think it is my duty as an American citizen and a (semi-) consistent blogger to inform people that I find Family Guy almost completely brainless. I do understand that people, after a long day of school or work, like to come home and be amused. (“Amused” is an English word that derives its meaning from the Latin “muse” which means think; thus, a-muse (aka: amuse) means to not think.) In my personal opinion, Family Guy is the story of a [defected] family whose comedy comes from its references to “real world” issues. While some people thoroughly enjoy television shows like The Simpson’s, Futurama, Stripperela, and Family guy, I prefer not to waste my few hours spent at home watching a small white dog talk to me over his shoulder while urinating on an oversized fire hydrant. (oh yeah, “Gary the Rat” is TOALLY different ^_-) Then there’s the subject of Stewie. Is Stewie really everybody’s favorite character? I mean, come on. He’s a talking baby. He speaks in an accent that doesn’t even exist. It’s just, hello people. If I were trapped in a cave for three days and had nothing but a gun and the DVD box set of Family guy, I know that I’d do. I’d take that gone and shoot a few rounds through all of the DVDs so I will never be tempted to watch them. While the gun would rob me of my life, Family Guy would rob me of my intelligence and sanity. I guess the lack of better things to do accounts for the reason people sit down and watch these shows consistently. Then again, I’m just writing this to see what kind of quotable hate mail comes in from Stewie lovers ^_^

So what’s up with this new school stuff? Unlike the bolded title of this paragraph may have suggested, I am not going to a new school. Rather, I am going to new classes. Ditto, right? At any rate, I’m only taking four classes this semester. It’s a nice breather from the six I had last semester. However, my four classes aren’t exactly fluff. I’ve already trudged through the jungles of prerequisites and requirements, and now all I have left are the core classes that will (hopefully) surmount to me becoming a medical doctor! The four classes I’m taking all have labs, which really wreak even more havoc on my already-clustered (and quite sporadic) academic schedule. I’m in Biology 1, Chemistry II, Physics I, and Calculus II. Biology I seems like it will be incredibly easy. It’s mostly about the basic stuff I already know, and the stuff I will be learning is stuff I’m really interested in, so I’m thinking that Biology will be the most ‘fun’ class this semester. Chemistry II will be a challenge, but I’m motivated and I have a good lab partner (she’s majoring in Chemistry) so I think I’ll do pretty well. Physics I will probably be the most boring class I take this semester because the professor sounds like a teacher on charley brown (wah waah wa wah wahh). Calculus II will be fun and I’m sure I’ll learn a lot, but I predict that it will be the class most demanding of my mind. Calc II class is four days a week so if I slip behind in my homework even a single day, I’d be swimming in dangerous waters. Overall I think that this semester will require the most work when compared to the prior four. I think I’ll be able to do it though. If I’m going to try my hardest to become a doctor, I have to start now. Classes will only get harder from here, so I have no choice but to get A’s. If it’s possible, I have to try and work for it; and I’ll be working hard for this one.

New programs! All right, I know I rarely talk about computer stuff in this blog. If I were Pinocchio, you readers in California would have just been whacked with my nose after that last statement. The point I am trying to make is that, lately, I’ve tried to keep this blog well rounded and generally interesting. My past life (lived entirely inside of a steel box, for all I remember) stays in the past and blogs are my one place where I can come to have some fun writing to myself, saying whatever the heck I want, and being obnoxiously, obliviously, and joyfully optimistic about everything under the sun. So, with that being said, I’ll tell you that I’ve been pretty impressed with a new program. What is it? Believe it or not, it’s Microsoft Word 2003. I know that it’s a common consensus these days (and believe me, especially with a guy like me) that “Hey, word is word! How could it get better? They’ve already thought of everything! Why upgrade?” Well, although I wouldn’t suggest upgrading if it involves actually paying for it (you mean pirate it?!), I do think it has one feature that makes it all worth it. You can type a strange word, double click it, select “look up” from the dropdown menu, and in a right column of Word it opens a web-powered word research box. It allows you to search the web for the word, show web definitions of the word, translate the word, and all sorts of awesome stuff! I have to say, this thing will definitely be coming in handy. Now let’s talk about Photoshop. What the heck is new in Photoshop CS? Did you know that Photoshop 8 came out? No? That’s because it didn’t. Instead of calling it Photoshop 8, the (supposedly) intelligent people at Adobe decided to call it Photoshop CS standing for “Creative Suite”. Do I see a trend here? We’ve got Windows 95, 98, 2000, and now XP? We’ve got Flash 3, 4, 5, and now MX? I guess it only makes sense for Photoshop 5, 6, 7, and now CS. It’s a trend; nothing more. I think it’s silly. Software companies should stick to a versioning system so we don’t have to try to remember mixed combinations of alphanumeric strings to identify version. It’s just my personal thought. All right, moving right along…

I’m such a dork! A few days ago while waiting for Chemistry II class to start, the professor walked up to the front row (where my lab partner and I sit) and looked at her and asked her, “Do you play the piano?” She replied “nope, I certainly don’t”. Whoa, that’s weird. The professor is (for some reason) asking random people completely random questions. He then looked at me and paused. Oh great, I thought to myself, what weird Chemistry question is he going to ask. “Do you use rusty products?” I figured he was going to try to tell me about the dangers of Tetanus. “I use a rusty pair of needle-nose pliers sometimes when I can’t find any good ones” I creatively replied. I figured I covered all the bases. I didn’t say I necessarily use rusty products, and I also made it clear that I owned them, while trying to use them as a last resort. Perfect! All the sudden he and the girl (my lab partner) started laughing. I looked to my right at my lab partner as her laughing subsided into a blank stare. I looked back at my professor and he was still chuckling. I started to raise my palms a little bit like “what’s the big deal?” when he raised his arm and pointed at my chest. I looked down. “Your shirt”, he said. I looked at my shirt. It said “Rusty”. I looked at the shirt of my lab partner. It had piano keys on it. I buried my face in my imaginary hands. Lead is dense, and I think my mind tries to compete with it sometimes.

Plain, ordinary is the life that I’m living. Same old routine; there’re no new beginnings. Where can I go to figure out where I’m standing? Why am I burning deep inside? Listen to me now; can you tell me what I’ve got to do to feel free? I know that there’s more to see and more to me; believe me! So tell me; what’s there to say, to blame for me? There’s a lot more to know, but you’ve got to show the real me! If I have a heart, it’s all right. I know what it means right now. If I could only have a wish that would change the way that I am, I’d see new horizons. Will it be perfect to be far, way in the distance? What is this burning deep inside? I look up in the sky and the sun is shining bright upon me now. Could it be as bad as it may seem? I just want to know all the different corners of my heart. Can you take me as I am?

Yes, it’s what you thought. Song lyrics. Actually, they’re the best stab I can make at a song I’ve recently started listening to. If anyone wants to hear the Japanese song who’s English I just butchered, just click [Melody – Believe Me] and it’ll download. Like most of the songs I grow to enjoy hearing, I’m not sure when I started listening to this one or what makes me like it. Similar to my other favorite Japanese songs, this one isn’t overly heavy. It’s a song that’s dynamic enough to remain interesting, but soft enough to be easy to listen to at 4am. While my taste in music might be far from popular, I save what I like and I listen to what I save. While I have been listening to a lot of Chinese and Korean music in the past few weeks, it’s still hard to fill that little corner of my heart that enjoys Japan-A-Radio so much! For anyone who may not have heard Japan-A-Radio before (JAR), I suggest you tune in sometime. You just need winamp (from http://www.Winamp.com) and you can go the JAR website (http://www.JapanARadio.com) and tune in from any computer with an internet connection! Also I’d like to make it clear that I don’t like everything I hear on JAR. I only actually find myself liking about 20% of the music they play. I tolerate the rest because, well, it’s worth it. I’m able to listen to nice music without being held down with lyrics. Oh yeah, one more note. I typed out those lyrics because after I Googled for them I found nothing. So, I figured, if I am the first to type them my site will get a lot of new visitors. Hoary! As far as why I like that song, I have no idea. I just like it =o)

Well I’m pretty tired. I’ll most likely be blogging before school starts on Monday. Hopefully you’ll be able to hear from my by then. Hopefully, I’ll be able to hear from you! Comment yon this post. Please, okay? Seriously, I’m beginning to miss the days of getting comments from 30 different people one hour after writing a post. It feels like I’m writing to myself. Well, in reality, that’s exactly what I’m doing. However, I like to hear from other people that are willing to give some input and suggestions. Though I try, I can’t go at everything alone. So, with these parting words, I do bid thee a good night! Have a good one –Scott

Hello again! I think I’m slowly getting used to this whole consistent blogging stuff. Before I get too deep into tonight’s writings, I’d like to apologize for last night’s blog. It was hastily written and posted before a deadline; I didn’t have time to proofread it before I uploaded it! As a result, I made numerous mistakes (in word usage, spelling, and grammar) and didn’t catch them. Oh well, that’s the price you pay for rushing I guess. Anyway, this thing is supposed to be a casual document, not a business resume! I’ll try to lighten up a little bit tonight. I’m planning on talking about a wide variety of things from movies to dragons to Japanese girls! Well, I guess ‘girls’ is a little much. I’ll be discussing just one mainly. My blog followers will remember the name of Takako Chigusa! All right, no more chatter; on with the blog!

I had no idea! Every time I watched the climatic (20 minute) fight scene at the end of Kill Bill vol.1 I noticed that Gogo (the name of the Japanese girl in the school uniform who carried the spiky ball and chain) looked strikingly familiar. I couldn’t get over it! Although I don’t think she did any incredible job as far as acting goes in the movie Kill Bill, her eyes just seemed to ring a bell in my mind. “I have to know her from something else”, I would think to myself. I didn’t go overboard in worrying about it because I figured that my brain was just being dumb (a common thing, mind you). I didn’t want to ask someone about it because the (Asian) people I would have asked would have probably thought the stereotypical “silly Caucasian boy; you think all Asian women look the same!” Well, I decided one day that it was killing me. I had to look it up! It didn’t take long on Google for me to realize where I had seen this girl before. Once I saw the name it hit me like a locomotive in freefall. Thump! I didn’t quite fall out of my desk chair (I managed to maintain my balance), but it was quite a shock. How could I have not matched these two characters up before? I still find it amazing I didn’t realize that they were the same girl. Well, who was it? Gogo in Kill Bill vol.1 is the same girl who plays Takako Chigusa in Battle Royale (the original)! Those of you who keep up with my blogs know that Takako Chigusa is by far an away my favorite character in Battle Royale I. Her death is absolutely beautiful. A few blogs ago (about 5, if I had to guess) I decided to post the entire chapter (chapter 47, I think) from the Battle Royale novel that explained her death. For those of you unfamiliar with Battle Royale, it’s a Japanese movie released a few years back with a plot that resembles something like a post-modern Lord of the Flies. Forty-two ninth graders are dropped on an island and all given random weapons for part of a government research project. There are cameras and microphones all over the island, and each student is equipped with a neck-collar that explodes if triggered. Two things trigger the collars. The collars automatically explode after three days if more than one person is alive on the island. The other thing is danger zones (forbidden areas that keep growing as the game progresses, forcing students to get closer and closer together). In other words, all of these kids (some are friends, some are enemies, and some are loners) are forced to brutally kill eachother. It’s a good watch if you want to check out a good movie. It’s a great read if you want a book you can read in small segments. (I read this entire book over the course of a semester of a college math class (yes, I aced it in case you were wondering)) Anyway, Battle Royale was awesome, and I highly recommend it. Kill Bill on the other hand… yeah it’s pretty weak. It’s interesting to see what happens when America tries to crank out an English movie that demonstrates Asian culture and cinematography. Aside from curiosity I don’t think there’s much of a reason to rush out and see this film. But, once again, if you haven’t seen Battle Royale, you need to!

Whoa, you would not believe what I just wasted my time on. As you’ve (hopefully) read in yesterday’s post, I’m currently staying in Marco Island away from home and with only sparse access to the internet. I have time to waste. Before I started this paragraph I popped open my spare art folder. That’s right; I keep a folder of completely random art for use in blogs where I don’t feel like looking for pictures to post. I came across this one black and white sketch that I absolutely fell in love with when I first saw it. I thought that the black and white didn’t do it justice. I decided to pop it into Photoshop and add some color. It sounded like a good idea at first. It’s too bad I have the artistic ability of fat free frozen yogurt. I ended up spending forever getting the cells all fixed and trying to color them and it was absolutely crazy. I can’t even pick colors! I guess the fact that I’m pretty badly colorblind (in my greens, tans, reds, and purples) doesn’t help either. Anyway, here is the finished product; a really cool picture with really dumb colors. I was uhh… I was going for the pastel look. Heck, who am I fooling? I have no clue what I’m doing. As if I didn’t already admire and respect those people at deviantart who post amazing artwork, after making this pictre my admiration for them just went up a few clicks. I don’t know why I like it so much though. It’s just two people that look to be pretty silent. For whatever reason, the guy (right) has a gash in his abdomen. He’s bleeding pretty badly too. The blood seems to be on his pants and on the girl’s pants, implying that they were crawling in it for some reason. All right, forget that. I just deleted the colorized version I spent so much time on and left an image closer to the original. Yes, it has red. And yes, it has a groovy little border where the guy’s finger sticks over the edge. I don’t know why I like this image so much. It’s something apart from the obviously morbid story it tells. Look closely. The guy is weak, and obviously doesn’t have much longer to live. See the way his arm hangs? It doesn’t look like he has the strength left to lift it. He knows there’s little he can do, but what does he do? He tries to smile. The girl doesn’t try to talk. She decides not to cheapen the [final?] moment with words. See how she has her knee touching her elbow in front of the boy? When that ‘lock’ is added to the one that she has around his neck (with her wrist) and then combined with the way her left hand is holding his arm, you get a pretty interesting result. It’s half holding on, and half letting go. It’s just, it’s really cool. Look at it for a minute, I love this picture!

The Japan-A-Radio crew is crazy! Crazy in a good way, that is. For those of you who have never listened to real music before, Japan-A-Radio (JAR) is an online radio station that is dedicated to streaming Japanese contemporary music to any computer that wants to tune in. Their website is www.japanaradio.com and they have an IRC network too. For those of you who have never used a real chat room before, IRC is a way to connect large groups of people into one central location to discuss matters of mutual interest. Long, long ago, many years back, and when I was just a wee little kid, I discovered this IRC network and started hanging out there. I spent so many hours of my days in #jar (the chat room name (short for #japan-a-radio)). Quite literally, the stuff I’ve learned and the people I’ve met through this IRC channel have had a great impact on my life. I got seriously into computers because of them, believe it or not. I know I’ve said this a million times, but thanks to someone for introducing me to Serial Experiments Lain, I started collecting large amounts of computer hardware. Although it seems as if it may have all been in vain because I ended up throwing it all away in the end, I’m very glad I did it. I learned so many things. I met so many people. I just… if I hadn’t learned what I did then, I wouldn’t know what I know now that lets me realize what I realize to understand why I understand how I don’t want to do this for the rest of my life. Did that make any sense? No? All right then. I’m glad that computers fried my brain before I got too far in college that I had to backtrack to change my career. Anyway, about two years ago I used to spend tons of time in #jar. Slowly, over a period of about six months, I went there less and less until I stopped altogether. I figured I’d pop in “one last time” and mention that I was planning on going to medical school and that I’d be giving away my last computer once school starts because I wouldn’t have time for #jar anymore and say a few goodbyes. Well, that didn’t go over too well! “Glomp” is a term casually used in IRC to mean something along the lines of a pounce on somebody that knocks them to the floor. Well, I got glomped by fifteen people all at once! Sean (the English-speaking DJ) even took time out of the live show to mention me. He was like “Now our old friend Scott thinks that because he’s going to medical school he’s not going to have time for JAR anymore. Would somebody who has gone through medical school please come in the chat room and talk some sense into this guy. College is busy and you need a break, JAR is your break, if you don’t rest sometime you’ll crumble…” and he went on and on for what seemed like two or three minutes. I have it recorded actually. I’ll have to upload that once I get on a reliable broadband connection. Anyway, suddenly everyone in the chat room was practically cheering for me and saying all this stuff “you can do it Scott!” and “we believe in you!” and “you can do it!” It was crazy! I had no idea that so many people would suddenly turn around to try and hold me there! For the next few days I was a celebrity every time I joined the channel. “It’s Scott! He didn’t leave!” Someone even got a collective “Stay with us Scott!” letter together and posted it on his website signed by the JAR people. Also there was a poll made where people would vote whether or not I should give up the computer or not (needless to say it was a landslide). At any rate, the people at JAR once again made an impact on me and I’m going to be thinking some things over and trying to figure out a nice way to work my favorite radio station crew into my hectic and busy schedule. But hey, my few minutes of fame sure made me feel good. Thank you JAR!

“Hey Scott, there are Chinese girls!” Yes, a family member of mine is watching the Olympics on TV in the room and decided to shout out that phrase to me. The person (who I’ll kindly keep anonymous) was kind enough to scream it out so I could hear it above the volume of “Gekkou” playing on my headphones. I could feel my body succumbing to an eerie slow motion cringe. I don’t think there’s a word for a slow motion cringe. It looks like someone blowing their nose in reverse. Anyway, I searched for the proper words in my mind but decided to say nothing but instead cast an empty glance at the face of the person who told me that and resume typing on my laptop. The reason I’m mentioning this is because it’s something I’m still getting hit with. For years I’ve gotten strayed and completely random comments for people that make me feel so empty and shallow. I honestly hope that the people I know in person don’t really think that I’d actually change what I think about a girl purely by what she looks like. It’s just… people make this jump and it’s really hard for me. I can’t think of how to convey to them what really is true, and I have an even harder time trying to put it into words. Just, stop! It’s really young, and people need to move on. I believe the quote I most often find myself using is the half true / half joke “I’m equally attracted to (and rejected by) all women of all races”. The jump I mentioned earlier is one that goes from “he listens to Japanese music and watches Korean movies” to “he only likes Asian women”. I don’t really like to try to fight against it in person because it always seems to be a losing battle. I try to think carefully of how to put my words but it’s never fast enough to keep the other person from prematurely interjecting. Hmm, that last part seriously didn’t sound right. Anyway, I look into my future and I have absolutely no clue who (if anyone) I would marry. Honestly though, I have to sit and think to figure it out. In other words, it’s not even a factor for me. I don’t even care! See, there, I said it people! I. Don’t. Care. No go away and mind your own business. Thanks! Actually, I’d rather finish this paragraph on a positive note. I think I’ve seriously messed myself up the last few years of my life. I’ve watched all of these wonderful romantic melodramas and to say that my mind has been spoiled by the idealistic plots would be a dire understatement. I’m not sure what I’m going to be able to do. I heard someone else talk about a problem similar to this when she casually mentioned before class last semester in Literature class that she’s never been in a relationship since she read this certain series of books. It’s stupid of me, but my mind is completely blanking-out the title of the series. Anyway, she said that it was a beautiful arrangement where everything worked together. The guys acted so nicely to the girls and the girls always knew what to say and what to do. It’s a surrealistic, idealistic, and nothing short of impossible arrangement. It’s something fun to dream into, but hard to live up to. Who knows though, maybe it was placed in my way to prepare me in some special way for something ahead.

Well, I’d best get going for tonight. It’s hot as a devil’s drawers in here (yes, that’s from the Sprite commercial) and it’s almost eleven so I should start wardriving. Oh yeah, in my opening paragraph I said I’d mention dragons didn’t I? I guess I didn’t get to that. Dragons, dragons, dragons! There, I said it, see? You have no reason to be disappointed with tonight’s blog. Now you go comment up a storm of intelligent thoughts, and I’ll go have a good day. You have a good one too! –Scott

Greetings everyone! Tonight I’m writing to the plethora of people who have chosen to take the time out of their day to read the latest entry in my blog. I’ll be gearing this message to be fun to read and easy to understand for everyone! In other words, I’m bag to blogging again and feelin’ pretty good. I thought that I had resumed blogging a little while ago, but this whole hurricane thing has made blogging inconvenient (more on that later). Nonetheless, writing to my self and making the texts available for everybody to access under the catch-all term “blog” is relaxing and has become quite an enjoyable pastime. So, with no further adieu, I’ll continue with tonight’s entry.

Scott vs. Hurricane Charley! All right, in case you’ve been living in a coma for the last few weeks, you’re probably familiar with Charley and the havoc this hurricane has wrecked on Florida. Additionally, the coma may have prevented you from fully realizing that I live in Orlando, the heart of central Florida. Yes, Charley hit here pretty hard. I live about five minutes away from the Orlando International Airport and they clocked wind speeds of 115 miles an hour.
The wind usually isn’t a problem; it’s the objects that it launches. A lot of houses on my street got damaged. One neighbor had massive roof damage with missing shingles and branches going through their ceiling while another neighbor had a tree fall on his house. Oh yeah, two of my neighbors had high screen fences over their pools. I say had because now those screen fences are in their pools. Orlando hasn’t had such high winds in about forty-five years. The result is that trees (even very strong healthy ones) toppled, de-rooted, twisted off, or even split in half right down the middle as a result of the weight of the rain and the stress of the winds. The result is that gargantuan oak trees fell all over. They fell on houses, roads, power lines, and other trees (causing somewhat of a domino effect). After the storm subsided I decided to take a little walk. It was absolutely amazing. There were huge oak trees in the roads everywhere. I had to climb a tree to get out of my street! On TV, the media seems to like to show footage of flimsy houses on flat ground that got blown by the high winds. However, I think that the much more spectacular footage is that captured in the famous oak-canopied streets of central Florida, whose canopies recently became floor rugs ^_^

So Scott, what’s up with you? Where are you now? Well right when the storm started a tree fell on the power lines right by my house. Live power lines were in the middle of the road, but then again it’s the same situation in hundreds of places around Orlando. I heard on the radio that 300,000 people in Orlando were without power that night. So, even though it’s a bad situation, I know it’ll be days before it even gets touched by an electric crew. Without power, internet, cable, TV, computers, refrigerators, stoves, ovens, hot water, microwaves, fans, or air conditioning, life becomes uncomfortable very, very fast. After living here by candle light and Tostitos a few days, my family decided to head down to Marco Island where my grandparents own a condo by the beach that wasn’t affected by Charley. So, here I am! Finally I have power again and it’s quite nice. However I don’t have access to the internet here. There is no broadband here, no wireless network I’ve been able to log into, and no activated phone lines to use for dial-up! Tonight after I’m done writing this blog I’m going to have to try a little island wardriving! I’m sure that I’ll be able to find a place around here with a nice strong unencrypted wireless network that has easy broadband access. At an earlier date, I might be inclined to search for an encrypted network and have some fun trying to break the encryption and hop onto a protected wireless network, but hey! I’m going into medical school. There’s no shame in taking the easy way as far as wardriving goes =oD Actually, earlier I was thinking about how funny it would be to make a video of interesting wardriving places. Something I’d like to do is wardrive from a boat. That’s right. It’d be called warfloating (go figure?). It’d be pretty fun too! All right, new thought; I’m on somewhat of a finite schedule here.

Note to self: be prepared for the next hurricane! I don’t know where my mind was. Seriously guys, I was slacking off big-time in preparation for this storm. I took the lazy route and just decided to let my parents take care of everything. The result was that we were out the day of the storm looking for flashlights. Well, more importantly (I believe) than flashlights are batteries. Without batteries, it doesn’t matter how many flashlights you have (unless you have those cool magnet & coil ones that you shake to power). Anyway, a method of heating food would have been REALLY nice. Whenever I mentioned needing to boil water for something everyone would jump to saying “the grill”. Well, yeah, that’s a nice thought, and I’m sure it would work, but the grill has a finite supply of gas. My dad wasn’t too hot about whipping it out every time someone wanted some cup noodles. (get it? ‘hot’? ha!) Anyway, next time I’ll have to remember to have quite a few cans of that cool-heat gel in a can stuff that you light to heat up something. Isn’t it called Sterno? I can’t remember (I never go camping). Anyway, another important thing is a water filter. You know, something simple like those little jugs you put water in the top and it filters out the gross stuff so it’s nice to drink. Sure, lake water is drinkable, but if a water filter is something so easy to get, I think it’d be much more fun than looking at a cup of water with little green blobs in it. Then again, maybe if you squint hard enough, it’ll look like green tea. At any rate, we had like… no food available. We had a lot of canned foods, but no can opener. I know, brilliant right? Jeez. Okay, for the record we do have a can opener, but it’s electric. We were mostly eating chips, goldfish… and more chips! There was pancake batter and syrup. Hmm, if I put a spoon full of batter in my mouth and took a gulp of suyrp, I wonder if it’d taste like a pancake… (see image)

I saw the movie “Hero”! Yes, I know what you’re going to say. “But Scott, it doesn’t come out until August 27’th!” Well, technically, it came out already. Two years ago to be exact. Yep, in 2002 this movie was out and readily available. Why haven’t you heard about it? Well, it’s because it was called “Ying Xiong”. Like Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, it’s another Chinese movie that was purchased by an American publisher and media hyped to generate revenue in the US. Though I don’t know details, I’m pretty sure that the American version is going to be nothing more than an English-voiceover of the original. Also, ANYONE who watches foreign films knows that voiceovers KILL otherwise good movies… If you’re planning on seeing Hero and don’t want to spoil your experience, skip to the next paragraph right now. I’m warning you, go away! You’re still reading this? Oh well. Like I said, voiceovers will kill an otherwise great a movie… but that doesn’t apply to this one! Why? It’s because this movie was not a great movie! I’m sure that there are people out there that may like it so I don’t want you to waste your time writing me hate mail. If you want to defend this movie and promote it, feel free to write about how good you think it is in the comments section of this post. Be courteous to people who haven’t seen it though by not giving away the plot. All right, why didn’t I like it? Before I get to that, I’ll talk about why I thought it was good. Don’t get me wrong; while I don’t think this is a great movie, I do think it’s a good watch. If you’re considering checking it out, you should! It sure beats some lame film like anchorman! Before I get lost on that tangent, I’d like to point out that the cinematography of this movie is in a modern/classic Chinese style. There is a lot of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon style “flying”. Okay, so they’re not really flying, it’s because they can jump so well. As anyone who likes Chinese martial arts movies will tell you, these people have dedicated their lives to training, so they have exceptional abilities and skills (like flying, lol). Although they can get and remain very high in the air, they still have to “push off” of objects to keep them up. One of the lengthy fight scenes in the movie Hero happened over water, which made it REALLY fun to watch. Yes, two people clashed swords on top of a lake. Did they walk on water? Nope. They actually tapped the water with their swords every few seconds. They, apparently, hit it so hard that they were able to stay on top of it without having to get their feet wet. Interesting… Anyway, the fighting scenes are pretty cool. However, on a personal note, I liked CTHD’s fighting scenes more because they were “original” to me. Seriously, watching two Asian girls fighting eachother while walking sideways on the sides of buildings had to be one of the pinnacles of my teenage years! All right, so why didn’t I think Hero was great? It’s because of the relatively shallow emotions. Don’t get me wrong here! It has way more and far deeper love than is usually portrayed in even the gushiest of American romances. However, I think that this movie could have done so much better if they wrote the story in such a way that got the viewers to grieve the deaths of the couples or loved ones. I watched this movie on my big TV with surround sound and popcorn while in my room with the door closed. All the ingredients for tears were there, but none came. If this movie would have made me cry in at least one scene, I would have enjoyed it far more. However, because it lacked enough emotional punch to knock me down, I’ll have to say that this movie has fallen short of sweeping me off my feet. The swordplay is great, the computer effects are commendable (and not abused! (a peeve of mine in American films)), the scenery is breathtaking, the plot is pretty good, and some of the actresses are very pretty! If you have the chance to see this movie, I’d recommend it. However (since I don’t know what the English one will be like) I would highly recommend that you check it out in the subtitled form. I downloaded mine from suprnvoa.org. It’s readily available these days. It may even be in blockbuster! Check it out and let me know what you think. And if you still haven’t seen it, rent Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. Yes, it’s out in America. Yes, it’s rentable at blockbuster. Yes, the DVD has the original Chinese option. Yes, you can turn on the subtitles… and yes, you should not just take my word for it; watch it!

I’m never eating food again! Well, I doubt that’ll happen. I have, however, been giving a lot of thought to the eating practices in America. No, before you skip this paragraph, this is not another one of those stereotypical articles about why I think America is getting fat or some garbage like that. This article is serious. It’s about something I’ve found myself thinking about almost every time I go to a restaurant. As you probably know, I’ve been flirting with the idea of becoming a medical doctor and practicing in areas of the world without access to skilled doctors or western medical knowledge. Naturally, I’ve been doing a lot of casual research in my spare time when I can’t sleep at night. I’m not looking for anything specific; I just try to poke around the net to find information about what it’s like in different places in the world. I found the most interesting website about this college guy who went to Korea for a summer to teach English to second grade age kids over there that had never before seen a white person. It was really cool because he took pictures of the class and everything. He also mentioned that although men wear Speedos to go swimming and girls wear pleated skirts while riding pikes, the act of actually putting on or removing an article of clothing is something ‘private’. He said that he got hot while he was teaching so he took his sweater off and the class started giggling and the instructors who were sitting on in the back got all red. Okay, I’m getting way off topic. I was saying that there are areas of the world that have food that they eat, and they don’t waste it. Food is finite, and valued. Also, in some areas, food is not even available. It’s not that hard to point your finger to a place on the globe to find starving men, women, and children there. Although I’m sure almost everyone knows that places like this exist, they so quickly forget all about it when it’s dinner time for them! Next time you go to a casual restaurant (like a barbeque place) look at peoples plates after they leave their table. It’s rare to see people who’ve actually eaten everything they’ve ordered. It’s not rare to find plates where not even half of the food was eaten. While normal people don’t eat so much food, it’s served in such huge amounts that we (Americans) seem to grow so accustomed to it that we expect to be served more than we can eat and even become mad or disappointed when we’re given a plate that we can actually finish. Also, think about what you’re doing! You’re given a plate with more food than you can eat. So what do you do? You eat as much of it as you can. If you have a dad like mine, you might even have a little voice in your ear saying “We paid for that, eat more of it!” The point I’m trying to get at is that we eat so much more than we have to! We could probably live quite well on the food that we throw away alone! We stuff ourselves every meal, and eat on schedule. When was the last time that you planned your meals around when you needed them, rather than what time of the day it was? Day in and day out we just eat, eat, eat, and stuff, stuff, stuff, and “oh, save room for desert!” Then, four hours later, we do the same thing again! We get so used to being overly fed (full?) that we mistake the feeling of being not full (normal) as hunger. We think we’re hungry, but the only reason for it is that we’re not used to eating normal amounts in the first place! If people here would grow up eating normal amounts and continuing to through their life, I’m sure that the problem of a growing percentage of obese people in America would start to recede quite a bit. However, I know better than to talk about obesity or weight-loss diets here. I don’t and never have had a problem with my weight (other than being too skinny) so I don’t even try to pretend that I understand what it’s like to have a problem with being overweight. This paragraph wasn’t written to make you (Americans) feel bad, it was written to open your eyes. I know it seems pointless because, heck, “what can I do about it?” All I can say is that the more you think about it, the more it starts to get to you. And who knows, the more you start thinking less about yourself and more about other people, cool things start to happen =o)

All right, it’s getting late and I’d better take a little wardriving stroll around the block before it gets too late and I look suspicious. I thank you all for reading tonight’s blog and I certainly hope to write again soon. I believe I’ll be heading home in the next few days, so I’ll have the opportunity to write again once I’m back. Thank you all who have been sending me those nice emails. Forgive me for not responding yet, for internet connections are scarce for me these days. All I can say is that I’m safe and you don’t have to worry about me. I’m doing fine. Also, I’ll be blogging again soon! If you think that resuming my public blog was a good idea, show your support by adding to the comments section of this post! Make it interesting and more people will put more thought into reading and responding to it. Well, until next time, don’t lick wall sockets! Have a good one! –Scott

Yeah in case you don’t watch the news, Charley is headed RIGHT for orlando. The power will go out (most likely for a few days) so I thought I’d post a blog just to let everyone know what’s up. Have a great day! I WILL survive to blog another day ^_-

I had no idea that anyone “real” would find out about this virus thing, but check this out! My friend Jeff called me on my cell today and was like “Hey Scott, did you see who wrote about you?” and I said no so he drove over (he lives a few miles away) and when I answered the door he just stood there laughing. I had no clue what was going on. He handed me the news paper clipping from the local paper and I read the title and my mind just went blank… then I started laughing too. I couldn’t believe someone actually wrote about this. This is crazy guys! I’ve never been in the paper before ^_^ Anyway, I think it’s pretty funny. That person who wrote it got a few things wrong, but I’m just blown away it was written about in the first place! To read the whole article (I scanned it) try clicking this link [here]

Hey everybody! I haven’t blogged in ages, but I think that it turned out to be a really good thing. I’m trying to shave off extraneous areas of my life by burning my bridges so I’m not tempted to go back and waste my time on them again. I got remotely hosted. I gave away (16 of) my computers. I wrote a virus and bundled it up in the latest version of venomcrack. Regressing would be nearly impossible, for I have little to work with any my reputation is tainted. I’ve gotten many emails lately from outsiders asking “Scott, what the heck happened!? Why did you write a virus?” Well, in this short blog, I’ll be able to once and for all clean up some of the information and make it nice and public. After this, I won’t have to mention it anymore and I can, yes folks, blog again.

So, what happened? Script kiddies. Lamers. Newbies. There are many names for people who try to act like “hackers” that don’t know what they’re doing. Some of these “hackers” claim to be great while they only know how to run programs that they find on the internet and most likely have absolutely no clue about simple things like how tcp/ip packets work. Over the years, I’ve gotten thousands of emails from these people. They try to brag about how good their “hacking skills” are, but then they ask me how to make something start-up with windows. Beside their random babbling and intriguing infatuations with “mspaint”, these people come to me for help; and it’s frustrating. No, I don’t want to walk you through how to install Linux. No, I don’t want to give you a video card. No, I don’t want to help you install multiple monitors. No, I do not want to fix your computer. Somebody help me! In my frustration, I decided to distance myself from these people and public (software) recognition by ruining my coding reputation. People, lately, have practically given up their lives waiting for new versions of my silly little AIM cracking programs to come out. I spent a few minutes and wrote a file that, when run, renames every file on the hard drive to gibberish. I then had it set to launch by remote control (controlled by a file on my website). Once 1733 people were running it, I threw the detonation command and a lot of lamers got really frustrated. I’ll be clear with you right now; my virus was NOT destructive. It was created purely to be an annoyance. It did not delete anything, it only renamed it. If anyone had anything important, they could go right to the directory where it was and rename it back. Before releasing the virus, I wrote an apology letter. Letter contained some cool information, and the virus (I hoped) would provide the publicity for the letter that would make people read it.

I thought my inbox would be loaded with hate mail… but it was the opposite! While I quite obviously did receive some very crude and immature second-grade-level “I just learned how to cuss” letters trying to insult me, however I was absolutely amazed at all the positive mail I received! I’m going to pick and choose some of my emails to post here. I got over a hundred in the last forty eight hours, but I’ll just show some of my favorite. Feel free to comment about them because I’ll inform the writers of the letters that they have been displayed on this website, so they will be able to read your comments.

THAT IS AWESOME! I think I’m going to cry. (figuratively) An “accomplice” asked me a few days ago why I would want to write a virus. He wondered what I thought it could actually do. I said that with its publicity I’m trying to get people to realize tomorrow’s positive consequences of their preparations today. “If I only change the life of one person, it will make it all worth it.” This email was far and beyond anything I expected to get. Thank you Chris! Good luck with your career =o)

Owned or not, I’m glad you were able to see the humor in it all. Thanks for your email! It brightened my day a little bit too.

I know what you mean! Those “i am zo 1337” people are the ones I assumed would be affected by this silly little virus. It’s fun to sit back and watch them run around themselves, isn’t it? They’re all going crazy posting everywhere and commenting trash on my site. Some of them got the hint, but I guess the rest fit in that category of people that will just never change. Thanks for your mail!

Hey man, if I can change someone’s life for the better by what I code, I’d say my mission is beyond successful. I’m happy for you and your new decisions, and I too wish your life will turn out well. Thanks for your respect, your thoughts, and your email!

I’m aware you’ve given up computers, so I do not expect a response. With this virus I’m sure you’re getting tons of hate mail, and perhaps your email is extremely flooded, so you may never see this mail. Whether you do or not, I still want to say, that I’m completely in love with your actions. I admit I downloaded the cracker, got a virus warning and still kept the program! How stupid..I admit I’m a lamer I do not attempt to be a hacker of any sorts and am very new to coding, but I doubt I will excel to your level or “hacker” level at all, I have too many other interests than computing. I hadn’t seen your site until you showed up on aimforum, and you write so damn much it’d be impossible to see it all now, but I must say I have spent several hours at your site, and I really like your life philosophy. I will not give up computers, I do not mind being distracted, I feel it’s almost necessary to have distractions. Besides, giving up computers would not even close to be an end to distractions for me. Well there I’ve trailed off, back to what I was saying. I ended up reformatting after your virus, but it’s not like its hard to recover if you regularly backup your data like your supposed to. I did lose alot of important stuff in the process, but you know, I was laughing the whole time. I agree with your thoughts on the sense of irony in that situation. Well I need to start wrapping this up I suppose, I’m sure you have tons of email and you’d better get to others … You truly have inspired me in many aspects and I will definitely be attempting to shape up myself for the future as you suggest. I am currently a senior in high school, and am having an extremely hard time trying to decide my future … At any rate, I wish you the best of luck in the future, and have a great life. – Steve

Wow, you write long emails like I do! I’m glad you got a kick out of finding my website, and I hope I’ll be able to keep seeing you around here from time to time. It’s nice to know that I’ve inspired another person to shape up their life now so they can shape up their future. Thanks for your email!

I GOT CONTACTED BY THE FORUM ADMINS! These are the people who own, run, and manage the forum website. The forum is the plankton that supports an ocean of ever-growing lamers. If you read over a few random posts you will be absolutely amazed, shocked, and horrified at the level of thought these people put into what they write. I know that most of these people are or have the positional to be really smart, but they don’t show it. They write like kindergarteners. Okay, onto this message. I’m so happy that I was contacted by an administrator that values articulation in emails. He seemed to write decently, a step above the average at aim forum websites, and I am greatly impressed by it. I’m also impressed I was contacted. I’m impressed someone took the time out of their day to write up a formal slap on the wrist.

Thanks for that Myst. No flooded inbox would be complete without a disapproval message from “the top” of the aim-obsessed food chain, right? I’m sure everyone knows that ignorance is spelled with one g. Anyone who doesn’t know that is “iggnorant” ^_- I’m just meessin’! If you got offended by that then you’re taking me way too seriously. All right, you made one point that I’d love to mention. You said, and I quote, “They [lamers] hardly know what they’re doing…” I completely agree with you and see it as a problem as you do. If these people were three or four years old, I could understand that they don’t know what they’re doing and they don’t realize the life-consequences of the time they waste today. However, these are not toddlers. These are teenagers. They’re wasting their lives away rotting in front of a computer being infatuated with something as simple as an AIM screen name. Some of them hardly know what they’re doing. My actions served as a wake-up call for some of these people. This wasn’t senseless and random lashing-out at strangers. This was done for a clear purpose, to punch someone in the face, grab their head, look into their eyes, and yell “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Think about it, how many virus writers write an “apology letter” before they release their virus? If I only got to one person, it would have made it all worth it for me. I was amazed at how many emails I got from people (like the ones you just read) who said their lives have been changed. I thank you for your email though! I’ll see you in 25 years when you have skin cancer ^_-

Well thank you everybody for your interest! Whether you agree or disagree with my actions makes no difference at this point. I’ve enjoyed my mental vacation and will blog a normal blog again shortly. I would greatly appreciate your comments or any thoughts you may have. Remember, if you are trying to make a point and want anyone to take you seriously, speak slowly, firmly, and don’t cheapen your words by adding in crude phrases or immature swearing. So, until next time, I’m blogging again! Have a good one. –Scott