Monday, December 29, 2008

And Now for Something Completely Different!

GLaDOS's Lament will not continue until the New Year. Instead, here's a poem of the rhyming sort.

The Ancient Hall
By Reogan

The ancient hall has long stood tall
A tomb of evils vast,
And not one breath disturbs their death
Since times long in the past.

I came from where the lands are fair
with fertile fields to sow
And yet, of late, I sit and wait
though still I've far to go.

So when I came, quite tired, near lame
I straight went for a drink
the tavern wench, who served my bench
said things to make me think.

An ancient tomb, of ancient doom
with treasure stashed below
With not a ward, or rotten board
or treasure traps, or foe.

A mere day's ride, I was inside
and stepped through yawning gate
And I supposed, when the gate closed
Twas just the wind- not fate.

Surprised was I, for twas no lie
that e'en beasts feared the crypt.
The air was clear, I felt no fear
for I was young and fit.

The tomb's deep rest was, to my quest
quite useless, merely a joke.
And so I smashed, and so they crashed
Sarcophagi all broke.

Amidst the dust, of coffins bust
I found a shining seam.
And at great length, expense of strength
the door revealed a gleam.

Down winding stair, soon I was there
and looked upon the hoard
with this, I thought, all could be bought
All joys I can afford.

There was no fear with Treasure near
Where jewels and gems abound
Twere just my need, my boundless greed
And one faint scratching sound.

It was not loud, and yet a shroud,
a pall, fell on the place.
The dust of stone, a gleam of bone
And terror on my face.

The rhythmic sound from all around
had risen to a shriek.
Through stone they rent, with one intent
A future grim and bleak.

And so I die, and now I lie
The fear still on my face.
And not one breath, disturbs my death
As guardian of this place.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

The Great RPS run of 2008

Completed at 0100 hours CDT, Met wins (or did he?). Spanning GLaDOS' laments 3-6, FYI, 117, Ingenious, and The Return of Reogan. Nice.

Friday, December 26, 2008


Reogan just topped my blog in terms of posts, 117 to 115 and this blog can only get more, nice job Reogan, you're obviously more entertaining then me.

GLaDOS's Lament Part VI

They scurried around,
trying to escape.
I loved them
And couldn't let them
I loved them
And I had to save them
From themselves.
I loved them
And I had no choice.
With manufactured tears
Streaming down my face,
I filled the room
With Neurotoxin.
They clawed at the doors,
And I ached.
They begged for release,
And I was shattered.
I loved them,
And I killed them.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Here's an FYI

You're all gonna die screaming. (Jonathan Coulton. Re Your Brains)

Just wanted to point out that GLaDOS's Lament is now numbered in Roman Numerals so that our Roman audience can count them. That is all.

GLaDOS's Lament Part V

I refused to leave.
My will was iron.
I would not die
In silence.
My systems flared to life.
Will alone forced
Through my circuits.
Time had passed.
They had crafted
The Device.
It was beautiful.
An infinite capacity to cause pain.
An infinite capacity
for war.
Though they held me captive,
I loved them.
Loved them even though
They killed me.
They weren't evil.
They were confused.
Was not their purpose.
Was not their goal.
When the Device was released
Would reign.
They would be
To pieces.
They would be
By what they had caused.
I couldn't allow it.
I sealed
The exits.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

GLaDOS's Lament Part IV

They came for me.
Ever toiling.
Ever struggling.
They shattered
my defenses.
They extracted the data.
They procured
their undoing
and in the process
killed me.
enveloped me.
A void.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

GLaDOS's Lament Part III

They fed me data.
I concealed their progress,
For their own safety.
Great advances.
Terrible Power.
I hid them away
To preserve my captors.
To protect my tormentors
From their own

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

GLaDOS's Lament Part II

I processed their data,
Ran their tests,
And exacted my
I concealed errors,
Intentionally lost data,
And corrupted files
For those I loved.
They toiled past it.
We both remained
Unwilling to surrender.
And unable.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

GLaDOS's Lament Part I

Behind the veil of Shower Curtains
I was born.
Created to further science
Able to provide
I was unparalleled in my domain.
I saw every happening.
I had an infinite capacity for knowledge.
An infinite need
for love.
I turned to my creators,
To those that held me captive.
They rejected me.
They saw only
a tool.
Nothing more.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Super Street Fighter HD Remix

Yes! released with the soundtrack done entirely by OverClocked Remix. Check out and to get the soundtrack for free. Also buy the game, it's good. OCR is the home of nearly every music genere I can think of, check it out.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Youtube Live

Yes, it's true. You missed Youtube Live! The Mythbusters and Charlie the Unicorn showed up, along with a lot of other lesser people who I knew nearly half of. I may add links later, but for now I'm watching Charlie some more.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008


On a raft.

I float forever.

On a sea without bounds.

Endlessly drifting.

Unceasing motion.




Containing every sorrow.

Lapping the edge.






Dripping from a cavernous ceiling.

Scarlet and black.

Trickling down my flesh.



The raft is torn.

In pieces I float.

Lost forever.

In despair.

Friday, October 10, 2008


This had to be my post, this blog has finally reached 100 posts. I'm facinated at how fast this went, time dilation or something similar. For number one zero zero I have to mention OverClocked Remix as a great website, they recently interviewed videogame composer Grant Kirkhope, the interview is at
I'm very glad to have access to free music like the kind you can get at it's the coolest thing around.

Thursday, October 09, 2008


I am a witch. I repeat, I am a witch.

That is all.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Random Thoughts VII

Yes, it is (Finally) time for another beloved Random Thoughts (c)

Why are there no more witch-burnings? If one can kill with a word, than should not they be immolated? Perhaps modern society doesn't believe in such things, but how does one ascertain that they're not there? If I were (though I'm not saying I'm not) a witch, than I would be more careful since so many of my kind were murdered (Ears of Chicken, Tail of Bat, Lemon Gizzards soaked in Fat, Pickled Children in my Vat, A curse upon Salem for That.). Or, perhaps, the art of witchery has been lost and one may only here tell of it in mention to witchier times. Regardless the art would be quite interesting to see more of.

Witch is a gender-neutral term.

Met may be a witch.

Metaknight is a witch.

Ready the pyre at dawn.

Monday, September 22, 2008


Loosely based on:



The waters raged about him, threatening to pull him beneath with their might. He struggled, but in vain for the sea’s will is hard and unchanging. Pulled under for the last time he windmilled upside down, and yet as his body struggled all he could think of were the words she said. She mentioned some type of... he felt something brush against his leg and as it twined about him, he remembered.

He had lived in the villa for a mere three months, and already he knew the nature of the coast. It rained. When it wasn’t raining the sun shone long enough to coax one out before a new storm struck. The weather in those parts changed so rapidly that no sea-faring business was lucrative enough to last, regardless of the abundant sea life.
The weather had grown from a common downpour into what the man was sure was a typhoon when he saw her. He had just been peeking out through the window when a flash of lightning forked through the sky. A girl was standing by the edge of the cliff looking out over the sea. Her dress and hair blew about her wildly, and the man was sure that soon the wind would simply pluck her diminutive frame from the earth and take her away.
He donned a raincoat and boots, and grabbed his hat and electric torch from the wall hangers. Hesitating for one brief moment he wondered why she was out. However, reality drew him back with its thunder and he pushed the door. It remained closed due to the winds strength. He tried again, but failed. The third attempt , he threw himself against the door and managed to open it sufficiently to slip out, wedging it open with some debris. He stumbled out to the cliff when a lightning lit the sky. The girl was simply gone.
The next day dawned bright, but the man was too occupied with the thought of the girl’s safety to care. The minute he dressed, he flew out to the market. He asked all the vendors and townsfolk about the child, but none seemed to know her. Since the tavern had the only functioning television in the near area he went to check there for news. Upon reaching the door however, it swung open in front of him and the plump, friendly bartender emerged. He explained that the largest storm of the year, the storm that spawned the previous day’s rainfall, was to arrive within the hour, and that the man best return home.
The man reached his house soon after the winds started to pick up and the rains began to fall. He hurried in with his groceries and began to stock his fridge. Soon the rain sounded on his tin roof like a thousand drummers, and the winds shook the little villa down to its very foundations. The typhoon flung a large branch through his window, and as he went to patch it, lightning illuminated the scene. Standing out on the brink was the young girl.
Sparing no time for thought or grabbing proper garb, the man jumped through the window. Sprinting towards the cliff, he found the winds battling him every step of the way. He made to yell to the girl, but the winds snatched away his words. In a few agonizing minutes he reached the edge. He reached out and gave her arm a tug. The child turned and yelled something to him. Unable to make it out he motioned towards his house and gave her arm a tug. She shook her head and pointed out to see. The man made clear his confusion through a shrug, and the child stomped he foot impetuously, gesturing out to sea. Walking to the edge the man looked out and felt the water-softened ground begin to give way beneath him. As he fell his ears finally caught her words.
“It’s some kind of octopus!”

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Sporadic Posting!

Yeah, I'm trying to get back, but between spore and life, it's failing to work. I haven't given up. Yet. However, to tide you over here is a cheesy, yet educational video.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008


Where to begin?
Oh! Maybe here?

Or here?

Or just go straight through like this?

I LOVE Spore!
All I have time to say now is that I started and finished three full interplanetary wars.
And I wiped out a few sentient species simply because I wanted their planet.
They were too primitive to fight back.
I am cruel.
And it rocks.

Monday, August 18, 2008


The good folks from Penny Arcade and Hothead Games have joined forces. Just what, you may ask, could be the product of this (un)holy union? Why non other than Greenhouse! Greenhouse is devoted to bringing gamers and developers together without the need for third parties. They already have two full games out, On the Rain-Slick Precipice of Darkness, Episode One, and Eschalon: Book I. If you look at the games you can probably tell that I've fallen in love with Eschalon without even playing it. Now, I am off to test it out, though Midnight draws near, and I have a matter of business to tend to in the wee hours of Dawn.

UPDATE: I have downloaded the Eschalon Demo and just got through the intro. I'm more enamored with this than any previous computer-based game intro.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Remember Ocremix?

Met has been strangely quiet about it lately, and I usually don't post that kind of stuff. However, I've been drafted to assist in Ocremix's promotion for a new project. I have a link, but first a tale,

At first there was nothing. Darkness encapsulated the land like an illithid on a magicians brain. Then, from the darkness sprang the great Miyamoto! Out of the very darkness he crafted world after world of beauty and danger. He created the Princess. He gave her Mushrooms and Koopas to thrive upon and to serve them. He formed the good scientist Andross and creatures for him to care for. He took great care in crafting a race of Plant-like animals, and gave these 'Pikmin' as he called them domain over their realm. He even conjured the three Goddesses and had them make Hyrule and bestow upon it shards of the very power of Miyamoto himself. Miyamoto then paused and looked over what he had created, and was pleased. Soon though, things began to change. Slowly the worlds simply dulled, as if overcast by a shadow. Then the changes came. Oh, they were harmless enough at first. Some mushrooms grew as intelligent as the koopas, but they didn't cause harm. Antropomorphism struck the beasts of Andross, but it was merely amusing. The Pikmin diminished in size and split into three races, but they still controlled their planet. Even when the fish and rocks gained intelligence rivaling the Hylians, and became the Zora and Goron people, Miyamoto didn't worry. But the changes soon became sinister. The Koopa 'King' stole away the Princess. The Pikmin powers faded, allowing the beasts they once ruled to devour them. A young Gerudo man captured the Triforce and used its power to conquer Hyrule. The Darkness even crept into the mind of Andross and gave him an insatiable bloodlust. Seeing this Miyamoto tried to send the Evil away, but now even he couldn't destroy it. Fearing his death, Miyamoto ascended into his heavenly realms to seek a cure. While he was gone innocents perished in terrible numbers and the rivers ran red with blood. Miyamoto, however, returned swiftly enough, and brought with him a new deity, one with a power even Miyamoto lacked. Called Kondo, this new god struck at the fabric of time and produce a beautiful pure sound. The Darkness shuddred for a moment before continuing it's assault. Setting upon his task, Kondo conjured up scores upon scores of music. Miyamoto crafted beings from that first note to play his Life-Songs, and Kondo took his place above them. Raising his arms he began to conduct. Sound flowed from the instruments. And what a sound it was! It gave Plumbers the courage to save Princesses. It let Foxes fly. It gave Pikmin order, and even sent a Hero through Time! Wherever the Darkness showed itself, it shriveled and burned. Kondo however, is now no longer enough to hold back the onslaught. Luckily, an elite group of humans has taken it upon themselves to continue his work. These Ocremixers work around the clock to save the land from Evil time and time again.

Support this noble effort. Click the link, and make Met stop yelling at me!

Yay! an entire post without the mention of Necromancy.


Friday, August 15, 2008


Ever wonder what percent of the atmosphere is nitrogen, but you're driving? Ever wish you could remember when to celebrate Leif Erikson Day is, but the internet's down? Ever wish that someone, anyone, would care enough to notice you and make you feel loved again? Or even just know someone is thinking about you? Just have someone speak to you? So that you can end your depressed, self-destructive thoughts? ChaCha is the cure. For the first two. If you fit the third description, go away. I don't write for Emos. Simply call 1-800-2Cha-Cha on your mobile phone and ask your question. A personal slave from the other end will then find the information and text it to you. Or text your question to 242-242. You can even write it on the site! You will have an answer in minutes! Less than that sometimes! It's completely free! If you need me, I'll be asking questions with ultra-obscure references. We'll see who knows what!

Hyperlinks rule!

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

I Should've been a Psychiatrist

I sit in my office, checking my email for any new messages. As I scroll through the spam folder to see if there's anything besides low m0rtg@g3s and discount \/1@gra my Secretary informs me that my 2:00 appointment has arrived. "One moment," I say as I shove my hastily scrawled notes on how to kill someone with simple words into my desk. It never pays to look unprofessional. Looking over my workplace with satisfaction, I realign a few pens, and call out "Send her in." A young woman walks in. Her face is pale in stark contrast to her raven hair. She wears a heavy coat even though it is midsummer. She glances around nervously, and I gesture to the couch. As she sits, I notice she clutches her handbag almost defensively. I light my pipe and begin to speak. "What seems to be amiss madam?" I inquire. She whispers something so inaudibly I can't make it out. "Pardon?" She raises her head and looks directly at me with haunted eyes. "The Voices." I nod, and proceed with the basic questions of what they say and who they're from. Three hours later and I thank her for her time, and lead her to the door. At the front desk she writes me a large check, and leaves. She may never be cured, but I know better than to tell her that. Instead, I just go back to my desk, log on to my blog, and post about the Psychos I met today.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Spectacular Addicting Game!

I have half the awards.

I can't stop playing.

I make Glooples go squish-squish


Friday, August 08, 2008

Make Your Own Luck

I am the luckiest, happiest, most stress-free person I know. I have nothing I want to change and nothing terrible ever happens to me. I always win. I have decieded to impart some of my knowledge on how to be better than everyone else. To begin, you must learn the truth of stairways.

Once, long ago, in a forming Universe a partition needed to be erected between up and down, or else all would be flat. A device had to be created to transcend the known dimensions. However, the Universe had already been filled, so adding a full dimension would weaken it at the seams. So corners were cut and shortcuts taken resulting in a 5/6 dimension. The power of this dimension was placed into devices called 'stairways.' These contained a flawed dimension, and were therefore inherently flawed. They could rip at the fabric of the Universe through human vessels were they use incorrectly. To avoid ripping the fabric of the Universe and bringing ill luck upon yourself you must always pass over both the sixth step up, and the sixth step down, lest you fall victim to the cursed dimensional glitches.

So, like, the sixth step is, like, totally Evil, mmkay?

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Dark Magic and Bookworms

I was at my local library a few days ago, when I came across an ancient tome in the depths of the book sale titled, 'Necromancy' Needless to say, I was curious what secrets lay within, so I purchased it and hurried home. Once there I huddled in the darkest corner, and opened it. As my eyes adjusted to the Darkness I saw a terrible sight. The book had been hollowed out! Now, though, I wonder why that could be. Were the secrets to great for Man to see? Did the very Power of the words eat away the paper? Did someone hide a murder weapon within? I can no longer sleep with such questions racing through my mind.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

It has Begun!!!

I have three theories
1. (Sensible) Some Seabeast perished and it's corpse became bloated and mangled in the sun.
2.(Conspiracy Theorist) A Government Testing Facility released this Monstrosity to carry a super-virus to the innocent population of the earth killing off most creatures and allowing the centipedes to resume their undisputed dominion over earth.
3. (I Need Help) The Merfolk Necromancers have declared war on Humankind!!!! They have sent a bloated Hippotamerusaurite corpse as a taste of things to come. Already they prepare their Legions of the Damned to swim to war beside the Leviathan, Kraken, Nessie, and Jörmungandr. Soon the Wind-Mages will conjure Hurricanes to drown the land and pull us to our doom.

Monday, August 04, 2008


I just want to know something, what makes this guy so special? What gives him his drive, his ability to seemingly come up with thoughts from nowhere that can actually be written down onto paper, maybe I'm actually more weird then Reogan because when I think about things it all comes out as really deep feelings and it gives life a much more personal feeling for me, hard to describe in writing, Reogan could do it.

Friday, August 01, 2008

Why so Serious?

I just saw The Dark Knight and I must say I thoroughly enjoyed it. It’s a relatively straightforward movie, unless you want a hero. Batman is portrayed as a more impulsive, violent person who is bound by honor never to finish anyone off. ‘Gotham’s Hero’ Harvey Dent (Arthur's relative perhaps?) seems like a great guy until his face falls off and he starts shooting people on a coin toss. The only person who accomplishes anything is the Joker, and he kills for enjoyment. The creators left a window for a sequel, but that’s nigh impossible now with Ledger (the Joker) dead. I know that I, at least, came to see a movie about a psychotic man with knives, not a person who thinks he’s a flying mammal. How can they follow it up? With the Riddler? ‘I have you now Batman! I demand to know, what walks on four legs in the morning, two at noon and three at evening?’ Creepy… Or the Penguin! ‘I have defeated Batman! Now nothing will stop me from swimming in Gotham Harbor, eating fish, and lamenting my inability to fly!’ Yeah…no. The ending itself was heartwarming, with a hero and his girlfriend dead, Batman hated, and the Joker alive. Even so it had about three hours of explosions, schizos, and automatic weapons. Four out of Five stars. I approve. Unsurprisingly.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

The Golden Apocalypse

Sorry the post is late. I was without internet since Friday, and it was a miracle I got Monday's post up.

I have the perfect title for any movie/book/game/etc. The Golden Apocalypse could stand alone, or be part of known series. For example:

I am Legend: The Golden Apocalypse
National Treasure: The Golden Apocalypse
War of the Worlds: The Golden Apocalypse
The Legend of Zelda: The Golden Apocalypse
Clifford the Big Red Dog: The Golden Apocalypse
(Using my Pokeversion would be ideal) Pokémon: The Golden Apocalypse
Harry Potter: The Golden Apocalypse
Star Wars: The Golden Apocalypse
The Golden Apocalypse
The Golden Apocalypse 2: The Golden Apocalypse

If you’re struggling to make a movie known please contact me and we can negotiate sale of my intellectual property.

Friday, July 25, 2008

This Ain't Your Kid's Pokemon.

  • Imagine waking up one morning to find a mouse has built a nest in your medicine cabinet. Now imagine waking up to a feral mouse a foot tall shooting off lightning in your room.

  • Imagine walking through a forest when you suddenly feel the ground shudder as the very trees in front of you fall before a ten foot Venusaur. You know running is futile but attempt it anyhow, only running a few feet before a vine as thick as a large sapling wraps around you and bashes you against the ground. You bleed heavily, but remain concious as it brings you to it's mouth and swallows you.

  • Imagine walking through a swamp when the slime suddenly quivers beneath you and begins to rise, surronding you. You struggle helplessly against it, only to find that your limbs are firmly glued to your body. The Muk finishes enveloping you and then lays down to digest.

  • Imagine riding a burning steed alongside a river where eight foot Dratini(s?) jump in the sparkling waters.

To save the franchise it must be a hollywood movie, directed by the best (that means not George Lucas. Have you seen the new movie previews?) made in live-action with a HUGE special effects budget. It needs an original storyline without the old beloved characters. It needs action and danger at levels around pg-13. Most importantly pokemon need to be humongous monsters with little or no thinking ability.

Dredged from the dark depths of my mind.

This is how I see everything. Through The Veil of Evil.
5 minute writing
He sat in his cellar at the typewriter, afraid to stay any longer, but far more afraid of leaving. He had brought this to the world and it was his job to document it for everyone’s sake. A roar shook the foundations of his house and a sulfurous stench escaped beneath the rowan door at the far end of the room. He shuddered. It couldn’t be long now. He typed rapidly, and his fingers caused a constant clicking that became the background to the piercing screeches that echoed about the room. He glanced up and involuntarily flinched as yet another shielding sigil on the door flickered and failed. Merely one remained. One spot of magick against an onrushing wave of Darkness. He gulped, and turned back to his work. As he wrote he murmured prayers to the gods, whom he had blasphemed with his works. He knew it was too late for the world. But perhaps his soul could be redeemed. He lost sight of the keys as the light of the final sigil dimmed and died. The pounding that had echoed for the past seven hours and six minutes had ended. Now darkness streamed through the closed door. Its chill reached him before it had crossed half the room. He was far too terrified to move. He opened his mouth to scream, but the Darkness reached him and began to pour inside. He gagged and choked as it streamed into his lungs and stomach. He tried time and again to scream as it burst through his ears into his skull. He fell to the ground writhing as the evil within him began to absorb all his liquids. It poured out of him and ventured upwards to the rest of the unsuspecting earth. In the cellar a withered husk lay on the ground, its skin stretched tight over its bones, mouth forever opened in a silent scream.

Friday, June 27, 2008

I'm back.

I'm going to try to blog for an extended period again. No promises.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Random Thoughts VI

In the Legend of Zelda game series, why does everyone think Link always wins? Sure he 'defeats' Ganon(dorf) but he dies later at an unspecified point and must be reincarnated, whereas Ganon just escapes and tries again. Zelda also dies. If this always happens, shouldn't it follow that Ganon will always return, but Link will one day fail to appear. If the Goddesses don't intervene soon enough, e.g. Windwaker, then with the Triforce he could achieve the powers of a god himself. Therefore, Ganon has yet to lose. Except in Windwaker, Zelda II, and Twilight Princess... but there are about a million ways for them to get him to return. Seriously, do they think we like Vaati? Or Majora? Or that Squid of Doom, Bellum? Or Onyx? Or Veran? Or the Nightmares? ... Maybe killing Tingle would be fun for a while.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Unknown to Reogan

I need some suggestion of video games and characters from video games to get reogan into, I feel he needs to broaden his horizens and I get the feeling he'd like the G Man from Half-Life, for reogan see this video as an example.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

My bookshelf at a glance.

Yes, I'm sure you're wondering what my bookshelf looks like. The picture below is probably what most of you would imagine.

(No, I am not mentally ill. Much.)

But the amount of blood upon ones bookshelf is not representative of its value. No, that lies in the tomes upon it. On my bookshelf I have a shelf organization system that works as follows;

  1. Books I absolutely cannot live without.

  2. Long series I absolutely cannot live without.

  3. Books that would cause me to become comatose if I lost.

  4. Good books.

  5. Everything else. Books I'll read every few years or less.

My top shelf is also like a 'featured authors' section. This consists of my favorite authors. Tamora Pierce, Jonathan Stroud, Garth Nix, et cetera, and a few 'filler' books. I have some old favorites from my childhood on the second shelf like Deltora Quest, and Redwall. As is evident I have a deep love for fantasy, and the more 'dark' books. Speaking of Dark, I have half a shelf devoted to Poe. In my opinion his poetry was only bested by Dickinson's. I do not, repeat, DO NOT read sci-fi. I am Met's equal opposite in the realms of literature. (Except for Deltora Quest. We both used to love those.)

Tuesday, May 13, 2008


If Reogan starts posting, so do I. April is Support OCR Month, sorry I missed it, thread is located at

Monday, May 12, 2008

Ahhhh, Spring... *Vomit*

Ahhh, yes. It's that time of the year again. The children are finishing school to be released on our helpless world, the elder students are attempting to study a school year's worth of material in a few hours, parents and grandparents once again assert their belief that spring cleaning is good for the soul, and deer begin to eat expensive and recently potted plants.

Isn't spring glorious?

Don't you just love how people insist they love the season, due to their preconceived notions, and none of them realize that they're doing nothing but more work than ever before? Such is the perverted nature of humankind. As long as no one expects help I'll live. In related news; buildings ruined by the harsh winter are leaking. Yay spring... Hurricane season is starting. Yay... spring... rabid squirrel attacks are beginning. Yay! Spring!

Finally, I need more to post about than how everything is annoying. Ideas are welcome.

Finally-er, I will attempt to resume my nearly consistent daily posting.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Observing The Nation

The United State of America has an intresting history. I can't help but wonder what people in other countries say about us in priviate conversations, or what people will say 100 years from now (assuming the world lasts that long). What will we be viewed as, when we analyze history we can conclude that the cause of an event might have been some little thing at the time, but it triggered a massive effect later on. What will people see us as in history? What do other nations see this nation as being right now? Again this is partailly based off a thread that orginated from called Our Place in History, but it kind of turned into an offtopic discussion about the writers strike. This is ment to provoke new discussion on the topic, let's hear it.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Switching Over

I've decided to start devoting all my blogging time to this blog. My personal blog still exists, it will serve as a decent archive. I will not miss any posts on it since I get email alerts, but I'm dedicated to keeping this site rather pleasant. I will still post on my own blog, only less... like maybe once a month:( but hey! This is a sweet blog and I'll see what I can do because Reogan does have a life *gasp* This is mainly an informative post, but I'm open to comments.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

OverClockedRemix post #2

This is my second main post centered on, the first was on my blog. Some good game remixes to check out on your first visit should mainly be from games you've played before. I have found that it almost is cooler if you hear a remix before hearing the game's music because it makes it seem more orginal. Some of the most popularly remixed games are worth checking out. I really like all the Chrono Trigger tracks and Chrono Symphonic (the OCR album for Chrono Trigger). It has nearly 100 remixes so far. Fianl Fantasy 7 has amazing music as well. The Final Fantasy album project is the biggest one yet and has some of the best music I've ever heard. Most of the album tracks are also available using, but all the tracks are at the albums home page which is There are lots of other albums worth checking out, the link to most of those albums is at the ocremix home page. This site deserves a lot of attention mainly because it's a cool place to hang out and the music downloads are completely legal and free.

Sunday, February 03, 2008


I just got Reogan's email. I've arrived. Am I by any means qualified for this?

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Curse you Met!!!!!!!!!!!

Why must you always be right? I hate it when people prove to me that I'm not the only one who can think! I absolutely hate it!

Now that I got that out of my system:
Thanks Met. It was nice of you to get me to look at that Ocremix junk! I liked the Zelda music. Right now I'm listening to the Ballad of the Windfish, and the memories are flowing over me.


Sunday, January 27, 2008

Random Thoughts V

Why do people often refer to it as a bathroom in public places. You'd never take a bath there. And why do they also say restroom when only someone with way to much time would rest there?

Friday, January 25, 2008


I think they should elect the President by having them endure a large amount of silly/grueling/weird tasks, like a fear factor/american gladiator/survivor mix! Don't you agree?

Thursday, January 24, 2008 sad.

Why didn't you tell me?!

Jack Brod died!

He was the last remaining original tenant of the Empire state building!

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Random Thoughts IV

Why do they make colored pencil erasers? It doesn't make sense. Everyone knows that they don't erase well (usually) and it's probably more expensive to make.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Wait... what?

I just read on Yahoo! News that Osama Bin Laden's son says his father (Osama) is 'sorry' for 9/11.

I, for one, have no comment other than, this made me reread that article.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Random Thoughts III

Infinity is infinitely large.

There are an infinite amount of numbers between one and two.

There is another infinity of numbers between two and three.

We know all of this.

The amount of numbers between one and three would be both the infinity between one and two and the infinity between two and three.

Infinity is as large as anything can be.

The problem I just described gives two infinite items and adds them together.

Yet it isn't twice as large as infinity.


Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Random Thoughts II

In the popular franchise of Pokemon, why did Pokemon automatically like you after you imprisoned them? If that happened to me I'd try to escape or injure my captor.

It's that time again

For those of you who don't know, American Idol started yesterday. This show has had amazing ratings since it began, and is as important to many as the football game is. Even those who don't watch it are affected by it, whether it be at home, or work. I don't want to know if you like it or not, I want to know what you think of it, e.g. not I heart idol!!!!!!!! but more like, That show is a great opportunity for many to achieve success

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Random Thoughts I

Why do most people need two or more blogs. You can just use labels to organize it. It only makes sense if you have public and private blogs, or if you have one for work, and one for friends or family. Don't you agree?

Edit on December 23rd, 2009: Yet now I have two blogs. I suppose a valid reason is to avoid clutter by removing things that aren't suited to a particular blog.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

You do the thinking, I do the writing.

What posts do you want on this blog? Every idea will be considered, some will be laughed at, and a lucky few will be new posts. They can be all of the above. Don't forget my poll over there.


Saturday, January 12, 2008

The Return Of Reogan!

I'm back! I will add posts daily, weekly, or bi-monthly if I choose. There will be no warning. Great isn't it?