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I don't know what I'm gonna make, though. I got a lot of things on the slate.

I would like to make a real website some day. I think it'd be neat to have one of those.

Then I could stop using this social network sites. Blah! BLAH. BLAH I SAY.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/25678821/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/25678821/ Wed, 01 Jul 2009 17:18:37 PDT
Today is what. June something. Or something.

Then there's July and then August, right?

I can count, right?

RIGHT GUYS?

Ok, anyway, so that means it's been what... 9 months since I've gotten my big boy job?

It's so big, it's... It's...

It's.......

Big.

So yeah, anyway, now that I am no longer sitting around in debt I have money flowing out of my ass.

My poor ass is getting reamed by fat stacks of cash.

I imagine it must be quite a sight to some of you just-as-hard-working-but-not-getting-paid-as-much-or-possibly-work-even-harder-folks to hear my groan and moan about my financial issues in that I flip out when I spend 200 bucks on something silly, have a heart attack, and then realize I have 20 times that sitting elsewhere doing nothing.

I'm such a DUMBASS.

So it's quite possible that things are going good.

Too good. And then BLAMMO, the world ends and then it was all for nothing. So it's not like it's a big deal if I don't spend it, 'cause I don't know what I'm missin' in the first place anyway.

So yeah.

Yeah. OK GUYS OK.

So then I go out today and spend what...

I don't know, I think it was like 20 bucks or something - Or was that on food, I didn't buy that, hold on, I'll get it in a second, ok I think it was a lot.

I feel kinda guilty.

But hey, it's been a while since I wrote something and I know nothing pisses more people off than when someone gripes about how they got it so damn good that it annoys themselves.

ARARARARRARRARGHGHGHGHGH.


Asdf.


So, uhm... It's going good. But it doesn't feel like it.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/23459888/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/23459888/ Sat, 28 Feb 2009 21:57:19 PST
Ok big deal Rick, what's up.

Today I celebrated Murdercat's burfday. Yaaaaaaaaaay. Her burfday was on the 18th, too. Except we're celebrating it on the 28th. Uhm, ok. Sure.

So at about... Uh, 11 or so I get a call from Mom.

"DID YOU PAY YOUR INSURANCE"

I WILL ALRIGHT THANKS BYE

And there goes some fat stacks of cash. I won't miss 'em too much. It's just fat stacks of cash. It's not like it was fat stacks of cash or anything.

During that I missed a call from Murdercat. Ok, call back, yes, hi, yes, I'm coming, what, no, Doc is where, arrrgh, how do I get there, what am I doing now, agggh, ok, something street yes, right, what, ok, ok, fine, yeah sure alright bye.

During that I missed another call from Doc. "Yeah, we're going to Kayla's."

Uh... ... Ok.

"We aren't going yet though."

Uh... ... Ok.

"We'll call you when we are going."

Uh... ... Ok.

"kthxbye"

Uh... ... Ok.

So two hours later...
"We're going now."

Uh... ... Ok.

So I drive to Kayla, meet Luke, have an epic car battle (Dah nah nah nah nahnah nah nah) and pick them up and off we go.

It's somewhere along route 146, I've driven by there a few times so I'm kinda surprised how close it is. However, there was one thing standing between us and getting to our goal.

SUBURBIA.

Oh god no.

I hate Suburbia.

It's really freakin' creepy. Houses upon houses down roads of roads that don't go to anywhere and there's nothing really anything anywhere and it's all flat and what the hell I don't know anythingohgodweareallgonnadiehowonearthcouldyoulivethereisthatteaohgodiloveteatitsurelooksdelicious.

And then there's OUTER DRIVE. Which leads to INNER SPACE. A collection of fiendishly turns and other sorts, with freaky houses all over.

And finding the right house is scary enough. They're all the FUGGIN SAME.

So we find it and there's Murdercat. Ready to murder. We're late. I am dead.

Sodead.

Soded.

Instead I'm told to take my shoes off and come inside.

There's people there.

Young people.

They're at least 9 years younger than me.

9.

That's old man.

I'm old. What the hell.

But man, I can't stand them. They're TERRIBLE.

For one, they're all greasy and smelly. Two, despite their best efforts at looking decent they were just as appalling as I was - I had worn my Super Rick Scarf that day, I figured Murdercat would appreciate my effort at finding this great Super Hero and bringing him in would be just super duper and all that.

A couple of the older gals there somewhat appreciated the eccentricity, but ugh, the guys there were terrible. I'm not sure what they hell they were.

Cool. No, that can't be it. I don't think I can put my finger quite on it. They must be...


SUPER COOL.

Obviously they were super cool because these perfectly rational and completely sane ladies were all over their covetable bodies like someone had tossed trash on them and threw them to pigs.

It was pathetic and entirely awesome at the same time.

I naturally kept my distance. Not looking to needlessly exhaust my patience in one shot trying to evoke some kind of communication with folks who couldn't keep their pants on during phone conversations, I had to stand back and watch this tomfoolery unfold.

Since none of them were that interesting to be able to talk about anything important, they had to occupy themselves with other things in order to have something to talk about.

I find this really stupid.

If you have to play DDR to have a conversation with people (Which Kayla did quite well, good job) then obviously you don't know these people that well and you should be somewhere else wasting someone else's time. Seriously guys, this is just stupid.

We sorta milled about a bit, and then I scurried off to the tiny little kitchen which had an assortment of odd food, mushrooms, tomatoes, lettuce and other munchy stuffs that went along with Ranch dressing and salsa.

Right.

As other folks came and went and the day dragged on, my head was exploding and I was having to resort to having to take power naps whenever possible to drain out the noise that was driving me insane. Every five seconds there was a "That was what she said" line tossed in and every other comment was made toward sexual connotations.

Bleh. DOUBLE BLEH. SUPER BLEH. Just bleh, alright.

I then found a cat named Tigger and petted it and then people were leaving. Two of them decided to hang outside by my... ]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/23280574/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/23280574/ Wed, 18 Feb 2009 22:10:25 PST
There have been several in the works already. Some are theoretical, some actually exist. Some even go out of their way to be not useful at all.

But this... This adds a new touch of... I don't know, hilarity.

The FosieOS.

Basically, it's being made in the idea of a basic command line system, only it's a billion times more annoying because FosieOS will simply just spout off random things instead of actually being helpful. And he'll do this whenever you try to do ANYTHING, during ANY part of ANY step of WHATEVER it is you're trying to do. And a lot of times when he does this it never makes ANY sense.

Here's an example of one occurrence with this horrid little monster:

________________________________________________________________________________________
This is the FosieOS. Nyah!
You might want to do something... Sometimes.


FosieOS: What do you wanna do now?
> run
FosieOS: Run what?

> notepad
FosieOS: Ok! I found the giraffe!

FosieOS: What do you wanna do now?
> quit
FosieOS: FosieOS has started up!

FosieOS: What do you wanna do now?
> quit
FosieOS: You sure you wanna quit? You can't get the zookeeper that way!
n
FosieOS: Ok, never mind!

FosieOS: What do you wanna do now?
> help
FosieOS: Sometimes.

FosieOS: What do you wanna do now?
> help
FosieOS: You put in help as a command! I don't know...!

FosieOS: What do you wanna do now?
> help
FosieOS: FosieOS has started up!

FosieOS: What do you wanna do now?
> help
FosieOS: Sometimes.

FosieOS: What do you wanna do now?
> help
FosieOS: There's Tiger.

FosieOS: What do you wanna do now?
> help
FosieOS: There's Tiger.

FosieOS: What do you wanna do now?
> help
FosieOS: Sometimes.

FosieOS: What do you wanna do now?
> help
FosieOS: Here's what you can do, ok?
exit
quit
run

FosieOS: What do you wanna do now?
>

I only have three commands.

The thing is, being able to run SOMETIMES and quit/exit SOMETIMES isn't nearly as flexible as I'd like it to be.

And he doesn't have enough things to say.

So this is where you come in.

Just think of any random Fosie saying and I'll add it to the list of random things FosieOS will say.

Also, any operation/command you'd like the FosieOS to TRY to do (The outcome will most likely not be what you expected) will also be quite hilarious.

(For example, if someone suggests to make a built-in Paint Program, I'll most likely just paste an ASCII cat that doesn't really do anything, and then follow it up with-

FosieOS: NYAAH! KITTIES!)

Go nuts.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/22601048/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/22601048/ Thu, 15 Jan 2009 17:35:21 PST
I don't get it. There is something about this 2000 pageview deal. I know there is, I'm just not sure WHAT, exactly.

It's very possible that someone could jack their own numbers by visiting their own page every few minutes and logging onto several computers to see if they got any hits. I'm not exactly sure what that 2000 is about, but if it's something to write about, gosh darn it, I'm gonna write about it.

Really lame. Poor form, Rick. Poor form.

TOO BAD OK.

Do I get a cake for having over 2000 page views? I've only really made, like 6 things.

My writings are too long and obscure for most - I don't think anyone really wants to spend time reading what I think is an unparalleled reading experience when it comes to that type of genre. But perhaps maybe we just don't have time to read these things. We got a lot of stuff to do!

So I just have a few flash animations and I should be lauded with medals, precious medals for being able to do the simplest of tasks and create a terrible Flash experience for people to attempt to enjoy.

Yes.

I want some medals.

Or somethin'.

Yeah.

But seriously, what is the deal? I haven't read about it anywhere. So what is it?

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/22579834/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/22579834/ Wed, 14 Jan 2009 14:41:25 PST

I know it's cool ok.

So when I went to the party with Liz (And that was also awesome on it's own in it's own kind of weird way) they decided (The Job that is, it seems to have it's own personality now since everyone seems to be jealous of it and it has the ability to do things on it's own.)

TO GIVE OUT THESE IPODS.

Ipods, as you or maybe someone who at least has the ability to come to this website should know, are musical instruments of pure fashion stupidity. I really can not fathom why one would want to use such a device other than the pure listening ability that you get out of it. The other uses that come along with it, and presumably, make it more valuable than other retarded MP3 players is for the extra touches added to it to make it "Better" or whatever the hell it is that makes an Ipod so much more attractive and hip than other MP3 players that don't die within a year of usage.

So anyway, I get an IPOD. It's 8 Gigs. That's a lot of room for music, or at least it is to me but for these music lovers of whatever they are, this is like oh my god sweetness.

So yeah. I have it. And I've been trying desperately to get rid of the damn thing. It just sits in its case mocking me every day before I go to work that I haven't opened or even gotten rid of the damn thing.

I'm trying to. Get rid of the Ipod. So I plead to everyone, please lift this overpriced piece of garbage from my dirty hands.

Everyone is more than glad to take it, naturally, free Ipod, sweet. So I'm more than happy to give it to people...

But no one wants to come and get the darn thing. It's a free Ipod, seriously, if you really wanted it, you'd say "Yo, Rick, let's go get it" and I'd be all like YEEEAAAAAAAAAAH and then we'd go and it'd be gone and it's gone and gone, and... Yeah.

So now 5 people want it. Who gets it?

No idea.

You dolts figure that out. Urgh.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/21922910/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/21922910/ Wed, 10 Dec 2008 21:22:59 PST
The idea is this:

I will pick a random deviation by clicking this here "Random Deviation Link"

I will critique it if it is an actual work.
Actual works are pictures, drawings, modelings, and other contributions that are more common throughout the art medium and not dA specific, such as stamps and customization of smileys.

I like to think I take an objective, yet stern view on what is considered "Art". While this is dA and not a museum dedicated to the culture of the 1800's, this is a locale for the supposed combined works of our present culture. I think it's a good place to analyze and pass a few thoughts on.

I am aware that some of you simply do not care if your work is good - Take a look at my crap and you'll see that it's just that, crap. However, there are a few redeeming qualities about it and I will mention these qualities as standards for my critiquing.

The Most Important Thing - Originality.
Stenciling in a pose of Sonic and then redrawing a few lines to give it a new look and color to make it your own character is Really Poor Form. Really Poor Form. It's great for practice, I'll warrant that - I'm all for practice. But as art? No, no and Super No.

While you could make the argument that everything everyone has made has already been made, I think that characters that don't appear lifted from elsewhere and tweaked are original enough to not get the brutal clubbing of my razor wit.

Also, I do not judge age or raw ability as a factor. If you can't draw a lick but at least have a cute or cool idea, I'll gladly give you tons of praise for it.

However, if you take someone else's character and give it a new spin or a fresh look and do it REALLY well, then I'll certainly praise you for your ability.

Things That I Find Too Much Of:
If you're a victim of being a part of posting items that are included in this non-exhaustive list of "Things That I Find Too Much Of" it's perfectly ok. I however, will immediately dismiss and most likely skip over your work. Lucky you! It's just that I find that what I am including below is so overdone that there's no possible way anyone could make any other posting any different than the other. They're really all the same.

Female Self-Photos:
Are there that many insecure girls out there that they feel the need to plaster themselves over the internet for all to see? "Oh my God, I feel ugly and I'll feel better if someone tells me I'm pretty, hee hee."

Stand up for yourself. From the pictures I've gone through, there has been nary a time where there was a self-photo of an UGLY girl. You already KNOW you're cute, you just want the pat on the back! Grow up already!

Naked Females:
I like naked women as much as the next guy. However, taking a picture of what appears to be your plastered girlfriend laying herself out on a car is NOT art, it's just exploitation and sexist. The female body as an art form has somehow transcended even "Art" itself and now resides in it's own little smut-shop of sorts around the nearby corner, giving kids with inattentive parents another outlet for their inquisitive little minds and grubby little hands.

Over Emotional Writing:
If you can't write a sentence that uses less than two metaphors and thirteen adjectives, please stop writing. Over-saturating an idea just involves a lot of self-prattling that doesn't really get the reader anywhere. Also, whining and gushing I'll completely lambaste and tear apart, as any sensible person will tell you to shut the hell up. If you want to project your love to Mr. or Mrs. Pretty Awesome or send out some hate toward Mr. or Mrs. Absolutely Filthy, send an email or a note. Writing your emotions out and filling in thirty adjectives per sentence isn't Really Good Writing, it's Really Bad Writing.

Poor Spelling:
Ok, I get Internetese. lol and all that. Use it because you want to, ok, great, that's cool, I'm moving on. But dA even has a self-running spell checker that goes for you while you are typing. There really shouldn't be any excuse for fairly obvious mistakes during writing. I can't take a writing half-way seriously when something is written with such laziness that you can't even bother to look up to see if you messed up that t in Stupid. Supid.

Guy And Girl Kissing:
If this is supposed to evoke some sort of emotional tear to our faces (Oh, it's so special! What a moment!) Then you really haven't been paying attention to anything your entire life. I don't care who you match up, whether it's Axel and Tifa, Velma and Zangief from Street Fighter II, it's really the same emotion being accessed to and it's incredibly bo... ]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/21693781/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/21693781/ Thu, 27 Nov 2008 07:26:57 PST
LOTS OF WAL-MART ACTION.

In that Friday I am moving to that apartment-place out there somewhere where there are apartments that I am moving to.

Yes, the statement said a lot of one thing in a lot more time than it should, and so does this one but-

SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THE WAL-MART ACTION.

Right. Action.

So I pick Jo up, and a Kayla, and uh... Wait...

How do I use those again...

~jogerm
~yamadakitsune

Right, them.

So I get them and then we're driving along to go to a fantastical, no, fabled Wal-Mart of the so called... I really lost steam there, it's a Wal-Mart. But Doc wanted to come but he was busy... We're asking him... Hold on.




He was busying shopping with Ben because the Ants are... Gay.

Yeah, alright, we'll go with that one.
So we waited for hours... Hungry, because those damn ants and their homosexual tendencies had to be stopped with nothing short of can returns and buying other odds and ends that had to do with today somehow. It's a bit bizzare, but we'll go with it.

Yes.

So we sat in the driveway waiting for... Ben.

Ben is the King, wait, no... FREAKIN' GRAND POO-BAH of slowness. If there was a race between Ben and a corpse when it came to rolling down a hill, Ben would argue with the corpse for 15 minutes and then probably wait a half hour to settle his stomach while the corpse would easily lay there on the ground. And then the corpse would defeat Ben so easily because he's that slow.

It all makes sense so that I couldn't see how you could see it any other way.

So, I didn't want to keep two rather fine ladies waiting in the car with no writing utensils, or uh... Drawing implements... PENCILS, those things... None of those to do any doodling with. So in an attempt to fend off boredom and obvious impending starvation (Dammit, Ben) I have a stroke of genius... Or, well, it seemed obvious to fire up Terra and try to amuse ourselves. Fortunately, I had the Guyalator (Not included) and we made Guyalations of ourselves despite two thirds of the party not being... A guy.

OH WELL.

I'm NOT ON TRIAL!

Finally, a conveyor belt must of malfunctioned as Ben mysteriously appeared and then we went off to Wal-Mart.

WAIT NO STOP.

We were hungry, dammit. So we had to park to a library -

"Watch out for the Library Man."

In case you see a lunging monstrous guy made of... Books? I guess? I don't know what distinguishes a Library Man from any other sort of Man, but you had to Look Out for him because he was there to steal your overdue books with chilling bone-murdering assassination powers of doom.

Or just yell at you for parking in the wrong spot. I dunno.

So we went to a tiny little brick wall joint crammed between other tiny little brick wall joints called Esperanto. The fake language made up by us to communicate with other languages easier.

Esperanto isn't Mexican.

Yet this was a "Mexican" themed restaurant. And they even had food that was called a "Dough-Boy" (Their home made special) which is obviously NOT MEXICAN either, and rather, French-derived, so I'm not entirely sure where the focus was on this one.

Regardless, it was good.

Thus having crammed our mouths (And me spending 20 bucks, including the one dollar I gave to Kayla in her oversized bucket of change carrying) we went off to that Fabled... I already said it was just a Wal-Mart, never mind.

Ok we're there now great.

So first, the List.

You need the List. Without the List we were nothing. Nothing with a capital N, unlike the previous nothing, which was the absence of anything.

Right.

So with the list, we sorted out and toddled around several hundreds of isles looking for things we were fairly certain on their location, or not at all, either way I was pushing a big fat cart and being stubborn about it because IT'S MY BIG FAT CART AND I'M PUSHING IT OK

So the first mission was the Plunger. You do not realize the ramifications of not having a plunger would leave my bodily self in such a horrid state that I would never be able to live further more until such a state was fixed.

Whew! Plunger. DISASTER AVERTED.

And then a shower rack thingie. It looked like one. They all looked like something, at least. Well, something that resembles a- You know where this is going.

So we proceeded t... ]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/20833160/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/20833160/ Sat, 04 Oct 2008 22:06:19 PDT
I have assigned myself the task of helping Sleepy Tim help move. His sister and mother are moving to Arbor Hill, and I being a Keyblade Master, need to assist in this endeavor.

Yes.

So we stay the night and get the endearing affection of Linda, who is very sweet, or uh... I don't know, she just seems like she just likes to flirt. Either way... We stay the night in order to prepare for the moving. She doesn't do a bit of packing to begin with, so... We idly sit and watch Cartoon Network for... Well, it repeats itself for a while, so I imagine it was a while until I passed out.

Upon waking up, we idly throw crap together in boxes. Well, Doc and I did. Linda sort of shuffled around and didn't make much of an effort on her part.

I did a lot of the lifting, despite being the smallest there (And spilled some cans because I held the box poorly) and we eventually crammed the thing full. Tim's mother has some guy named... What was it now... Doug? Or something...? He brought an idiot with him who didn't do all that much but hit on Linda, and Linda bought into it (Despite her concerns over Imzak, who mysteriously had plans that day... Or he didn't... Either way it was quite ironic that us two random people were doing the work...)

So we then ride off to drop it off in Arbor Hill.

Arbor Hill.

That's not a place for me to be hanging out, is it? Or isn't it? Yellow car, white, and red hair... Yeah...

Either way, we stop off at the Salvation Army to pick up a dresser or something, only to find a bunch of old ladies placing a rather nice chair on the roof of the car. They were tying it down with... Old string. We were laughing, but there wasn't much we could do... The string was really loose, and they kept wrapping it around and around that the Doug guy gets impatient and blocks them in. We head back to find that Linda hasn't done much of anything and quickly starts to bicker with her mom. This leads to an all out... Well, yell-fight and Tim starts yelling too, so everyone is yelling. Super. I pack up the rest of the stuff while everyone is chewing each other out, and we head back to Arbor Hill to drop it off. After all that, I'm pretty much beat and pass out before I even call Liz to tell her that I won't be online. Whoops.

We then go to Old Country Buffet, and they're arguing again. Thanks a lot! I pay for Tim, Doc and I and we cram our faces.

FINALLY. YES. FOOD. I'm starving, damn. Linda wanted the carpet so much that she'd rather let us starve. Thanks, Linda. Sheesh. Finally they show up after we're done eating, so we head off to pick up Jo. At this time my leg is DYING from all the effort I did to it, so it's stabbing me fairly well.

I wait it out and we hang out at Dunkin' Donuts with Jo, and then I buy a half dozen Boston Creams for Cap'n Pidgey. Yes.

And here I am. Sweet.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/20707148/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/20707148/ Sat, 27 Sep 2008 14:39:52 PDT
My RPG was on there. Now it's gone. The laptop. It's gone. Well, the RPG is gone too.

No, I didn't save it elsewhere. I didn't have anywhere to save it to.

BUT NOW I'LL BE ABLE TO GET A NEW ONE WOWWWEEEEEEEEEE!

Which also postpones my move to out of Silent Hill for a month.

Daaaaang.

But what's one month?

I make fat stacks of cash. Does it look like I care?

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/20637471/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/20637471/ Tue, 23 Sep 2008 15:01:33 PDT
For the ladies.

Ok, it really was meant for one lady in particular, but it seems unfair if the other ladies aren't given a fair shot at it. And so the entirety of the Internet can be exposed to that of what is called...

The Guyalator.

It basically asks 50 questions about a guy that you need to have in mind before you answer the questions.
Then it goes into some crazy analysis stage and tells you how your guy is. It's very cute and NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY DESPITE IT'S BONE CHILLING ACCURACY. Just kidding.

You will need .Net Framework 3.5 to run this program. It's available from the Microsoft site. It's small but takes a while to install.

The link to install the program is [link]

If it asks for a password, just hit Enter.

If you know anyone that would like to try the Guyalator, send it to them. I'm sure it'll provide some entertainment in a slightly hilarious way.

Also, it's not intended for kiddos'. Please don't use the Guyalator if you're not responsible enough to handle some of the more inappropriate but yet completely necessary things of life.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/20309134/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/20309134/ Wed, 03 Sep 2008 14:36:52 PDT
Did I mention that she's actually a twin? Today I met her twin, too, and god, she's just as hot. Just as red, too, goodness, I find excuses to go and see them both as much as possible. They both dig me, I can tell.

She doesn't need to change. Neither of them do. They're both perfect. Whenever I see them my stomach churns and I just want to hop out and sit in them.

Ok, they're both Red 911 Carerra Porsches, but I don't care. I love that car. And today there's another one. As if just the one was bad enough. Now there's two. Two of the same car, MY CAR, in one spot. They sit next to each other, staring blankly as me as I drive by.

To my super rich friends (Which should be none of you, go figure) get me one of them. I want one of them as my baby. I'll treat her nice. Wax her every day. I want one of those cars.

And that's my dirty secret. You can keep it.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/20292400/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/20292400/ Tue, 02 Sep 2008 15:06:44 PDT
Fool Number 1:

Nicki. Nicki, Nicki. I don't know what I did to draw your ire, or lack thereof, and if anything, I understand the relationship of understanding between two people is a really cool thing...
But saying that ONLY ONE person in the entire world understands you and helped you out and is so wonderful to you, just very well may get other people to get pissed off, y'know what I'm sayin'? There's lots of people I know that are sympathetic or at least understanding, or at the very least have an idea of what you're going through and you go ahead and ignore them all and single out one person for your combined collection of self-worth and being. That's not really fair, you know? Friends worth keeping are hard to come by, and if you go ahead and alienate all of them by one sweeping generalization, you're gonna end up feelin' pretty lonely when that ONE FRIEND THAT COMPLETELY UNDERSTOOD YOU ends up being a total jackass.

Fool Number 2:

Hyoo-Tar-In. You're a bucketful of surprises, you know? I always figure I'm gonna get the same ol' reaction from you and yet I always get the same randomness comin' out of freakin' nowhere. Not that it's a bad thing, just sayin'. I've always wondered... Do you have any hobbies outside of drawing? What do you want to do with yourself in the future? Of course, I don't blame you if you don't want to think about that.

Fool Number 3:

Grandpa Topgun. They're doing Java this quarter. Are you gonna be taking that? And what about that Tech Fest Project you were gonna do? What happened to that? We have the Green Wall, perhaps we can get those retarded pictures you wanted. I have to tutor on Mon, Tue, and Fri.
Even if it doesn't have a chance in hell of winning, it'd be hilarious to make.

Fool Number 4:

Stormy. I hope things work out with ya with your personal deals. You're a lot different than when I first remember. But then again, maybe you're just that way around me? I don't know. Either way, it's good to see you in good spirits.

Fool Number 5:

Doc. If there's anything Haruhi Suzimiya taught me, is that life can be boring, and in fact, it's kind of nice that it's boring. We don't always need to make our lives interesting or even worse, make it seem that way. I don't think anyone actually listens to Kyon, poor guy, but the dude is right - There's nothing wrong with normal old life for a change, 'kay?

Fool Number 6:

Imzak. What happened to ya, man? Look at yourself! Are you really satisified with showcasing yourself to the rest of us how BROWN you really are? Represent? All this ambition, all this want and desire and you happily throw it all away for some ass that you're already arguing with? C'mon, dude, even I can see that makes NO sense.

Fool Number 7:

Tim. Maybe you gotta stop dreamin' and start doin', buddy. You tell me all these fantastic all these awesome dreams of yours but yet you sit at MY DESK and just look but never do. Get your tired ass in gear, dude.

Fool Number 8:

Me. I need to be more forgiving toward the fools. I shouldn't be so hard on them, but hell, if I'm not hard on them, then I guess no one will. Parents don't do their job anymore, but it isn't my job to be their parent either. But who cares? I care, because I'm tired of buying them food. Can't they get their own damn food? WHAT THE HELL.

Fool Number 9:

Fosie. You're probably tired of being known as Fosie that likes the kitties. I don't blame ya, man. Once you get a stigma like that, it's hard to make it go away. Of course, if you punch somebody, you tend to replace the stigma you had with a brand new one that's probably worse.

Edit:

Fool Number 10:

Liz. Don't get pissed off at me when I say strange things. You're more normal than the rest of the fools so it's hard for me to be something I'm not. I'm probably the "Most" normal of the Fools here, so whatever I pick up is usually from them. I don't mind being a little weird, it makes things interesting! I just wish I didn't feel like I have to hide it from you because you think it's totally bizzare or strange. I act with a perfectly normal amount of sanity. I'm not cr... ]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/19792504/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/19792504/ Tue, 05 Aug 2008 14:46:42 PDT
8 hours. In a row. Of staring at help files. On a screen.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Also, it appears I may never touch code again.

Which makes me sad...

Maybe this job won't be awesome... *Sniff*

Oh well! We'll see how it goes!

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/19774183/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/19774183/ Mon, 04 Aug 2008 15:35:03 PDT
First day of the job.

I work with 74 other people, in a room filled with cubicles.

I have my own security card, and another card that opens doors much akin to those ID cards from Metal Gear Solid.

And I get to steal all the candy I want from the lady up front.

Jolly Ranchers pull your teeth out. Don't eat too much of them.

I also get to steal as much office supplies as I want.

Only took a notepad and a pencil and a pen though.

Got a "new" computer, too. Surprisingly enough, the computer I got for the desk isn't as powerful as my laptop. What's up with that?

Either way, this looks to be fun. They have nerf gun fights.

So I'll be resuming on the creation of things.

Awesome.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/19532977/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/19532977/ Tue, 22 Jul 2008 08:24:15 PDT
Gonna start August 4th.

No more hanging out in the lounge for the hell of it anymore.

No more of anything.

Dang.

I had my fun, though, and now I'll have time to actually make some things, provided I have some time for it.

Also, working on an RPG with this RPG Maker VX thing.

Totally kicks ass.

Not sure if anyone wants to play it - (The current consensus is "Wow Rick that's cool now I'm gonna go over here and do this now and totally not pay attention to you.") but I like makin' them.

In your face.

Who knows? I might have something done sometime in the something future.

Either way, cheers.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/19305852/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/19305852/ Thu, 10 Jul 2008 07:38:17 PDT
You want more of that boring, amateur and witty style that only Keyblade Masters want?

Then I need a job.

And so far, it's been one pit after another. Right when I think I'm ready to start, blam, something... Or... Well, NOTHING HAPPENS.

So I'm not makin' nothing. Nope. It's all about the employment here. Nobody likes a starving artist who happens to intend to stay starving.

Screw that.

And I thought I had one, but apparently they never let me know what's going on - Am I the only one that gets left in the dark all the time?

I know it's because of my Zombie Killing tendencies, but seriously, c'monnnnnn... I get so tired of finding the ammo for the guns but never finding the gun-

Oh, wait. Sorry.

Anyway, no. Not making nothing until I take care of my responsibilities.

OK.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/19170287/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/19170287/ Wed, 02 Jul 2008 17:24:42 PDT
I DON'T HAVE TO.

It's not a big deal, is it?

It's kind of weird, making crap for the hell of it, and then finding out people like the garbage you make?

I always thought it was a bit peculiar. But anyhoo. Got a job! Who thought that was gonna happen? I did. Just needed to make an honest effort for it.

Man... What time is it? Oh. There it is. Forgot my computer has a clock. I usually turn the thing off. Who else turns off their clock? Anybody?

So I've been going through a lot of ideas... On what to make and what not to make... What is a good thing to make?

So far, my big hero, Kyon, has been the subject of my seemingly valuable attention lately. My attention is valuable? You never know. I wonder what kind of value you could put on attention? I can see it now - "Pay me 20 dollars to pay attention to you." I suppose putting an actual value on attention tends to make it less valuable. Attention is a value that is valueless. Wow, I'm good. I suppose that's what shrinks do, right?

And I've recorded several of his wittisims for me to enjoy and then berate other people with. So far they've come out pretty well. Or not? I was thinking of having a soundboard. You know, where you push buttons and out comes the voice of our ever so charming hero? Yeah, you know, that kind of thing... Oh, forget it.

What on earth are they watching over there, anyway? Something I'm not paying attention to, that's what, and that's fine with me.

So, what do you suppose I should make next? The soundboard? Something random? Flash Profiles of all the people that hang out in the lab? THAT would be hilarious. Iron Man? I really should of finished that one... Looks like I'm asking for your attention now... Not that it's a problem.. You'd gladly give me your attention when I ask for it, right?

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/18888125/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/18888125/ Tue, 17 Jun 2008 08:20:03 PDT
I know, I know, you're thinking a resident Keyblade Master would of been really great for those goofballs in the games to come help them out and kill those sadistic dominatrix murderess nurses, but I was busy at the time. Couldn't do it.

Apparently I have Zombie Killing Blood in me, or at least the hair style, because I've been claimed as a double (At least for the hair, anyway) for Mr. Leon Scott Kennedy from the awfully popular Resident Evil 4, and now I live in Silent Hill.

What can I say? Zombies are something I have to deal with. Makes me an awesome Keyblade Master, I think.

Whackin' Heartless, Nobodies, Zombies... You know.

I'll probably be off the map for a while.

In case somebody wonders where I've gone.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/18316875/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/18316875/ Wed, 14 May 2008 07:35:43 PDT
Or not.

It's more about what happened before we even watched Iron Man.

Trust me, it's always interesting around here.

And stupid.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/18229879/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/18229879/ Thu, 08 May 2008 16:20:54 PDT
Now I have the even more daunting Iron Man to do, and there's still my Foxy Lady Flash yet.

Dang.

*Yawn* Woof. That's tiring stuff right there.

Sheesh.

Either way it's fun to do, so nyah.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/18145920/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/18145920/ Sat, 03 May 2008 09:11:51 PDT
Iron Man was a good movie, but it seemed weird how the technology was inconsistent and kind of spastic.

So now I'm writing a big ass script for it.

Because people now want to cash in on my groove.

But I like my style of Flash - Fast and absurd and doesn't go over a lot of details.

But now people want to backseat drive how my flashes are made - And that sort of ruins the fun of it.

I make 'em because they're fun to do and I like my style of making Flash.

The point is to miss out on details - To make it sound like I was halfassed paying attention to the movie and/or it was too fast to keep up and sounded really awful.

I make fun of all movies - Good or bad ones. Iron Man was good, but... I'm still making fun of it. And I'll make fun of the parts that just don't seem to follow.

Because every movie has those.

Hundreds of 'em.

Because they're movies.

GAWD.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/18036472/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/18036472/ Sat, 26 Apr 2008 10:14:44 PDT
Dude. I'm starved.

Friggin' starved, man.

Anyway, working on another Flash.

Let's hope this one turns out ok.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/17954990/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/17954990/ Mon, 21 Apr 2008 07:23:49 PDT
This came along years AGO, so pardon me for it's weirdness.

Also making a Flash about my lovely gal, Liz. She wants something silly, and I have a few ideas to see how that works out.

Anyway, enjoy ITTWA. It's actually fairly good if you can get into it.

Oh yeah... Now I forgot what I was gonna say. Dang. Should used something more powerful than just an Ether...

Now I remember.

Two of the stories are missing, and the story itself is edited so it can be a bit more... *Ahem* Proper.

If you absolutely eat that kind of crap up, nag me and I'll send the full version, which... Isn't all that much different.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/17922791/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/17922791/ Sat, 19 Apr 2008 06:07:20 PDT It's about Doomsday.

For those that haven't seen the movie, thank god, because it's awful.

For those that have, watching this may make you feel better.

I'm planning on getting my totally insane story out there, but right now it needs
to be edited.

So give me a little bit and I'll get back to you on that.

Edit: The first two parts are out. Read them if you dare. Or get slaughtered by a Heartless. It doesn't matter to me really. So long as I get the munny.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/17892215/ http://KeyBladeMasterRick.deviantart.com/journal/17892215/ Thu, 17 Apr 2008 07:30:39 PDT
I got out of my Gummi Ship to find that this world needed to be unlocked, and I being a Keyblade Master of most superb superbly superbness, superbly unlocked the door and entered into a world of... Huh... What was I talking about?

Whatever.

Anyway. For those that bother to read this, hi.

For those that don't... Uh... Hi.

I suppose my entry into this world is to have a place of belonging with the others

(CAUSE THE OTHER KIDS ARE DOING IT AND IT'S COOL OK)

and because I wanna do some Flash crap that'll be really crappy crap. You know.

Crap. Fire! Fire! Fire!

Sorry about that.

I suppose that's it for now.

]]> ~KeyBladeMasterRick