I’m done… i can’t believe it.
Design and coding is finally completely finished. No more broken links. What joy. Barring a few teeny tiny tweaks that need to be made, I’m finally fucking done. The weeks of the chaos and uncertainty of coding are over and I can finally get back to my art.
It’s really fucking difficult for me to juggle such stuff as coding and art at the same time. One or the other takes up most of my time when I’m engaged in finishing a project. But I’m glad to be done with it. And I’m happy with the results.
As soon as there is some content ready to go up on the subsites, i’ll open them up.
whee! time for bed.
later, kids.
argo. (mtc)

thank you for being there forever and being the best friends a guy could ever need.
argo. (mtc)

The combination of the PS3 release notes and the unveiling of some XBOX 360 key points has made my pants thusly moist.
They have this really cool real-time engine movie recreating the opening sequence of Final Fantasy VII. It’s not a remake (yet), but there are signs it might happen. The
So now backwards compatibility is coming off as a very smart move made initially by the archetype PS2. Rumors float about how the new Nintendo Revolution will also be backwards compatible with the addition of numerous other features that are becoming industry standard.
There are far too many games coming out to name that I want to get my hands on. But at least drolling isn’t prohibited.
argo. (mtc)

So it seems my long day was actually already over before 12:30. That’s how it goes, I guess.
Summer has to be one of my most reviled and loved seasons of the year. I love the relaxing nature of the season, the rolling and random thunderstorms that are about as sporadic as an old woman on speed, the overall sense of “Ahh… I’m glad that shit is over with…”
Then again, there’s the blistering Florida heat. You fuckers out of state and up north in Massachusetts or something don’t feel the muggy, humid, burning, foul heat of Jacksonville up there. You feel it… HERE! At yesterday’s concert, to which I give such high praise for kicking much ass, both Ant and I recieved gifts from nature which are about as pleasant as the crowd surfers kicking me in the face: sunburns. My face and neck are leathery sheaths of of fire, pain, and torment. Every time the neck of my shirt rubs against my fragile epidermis, my brain recieves the exact same message as when I’m playing something like KOTOR: oh.. the pain.
(Yeah, I really didn’t like KOTOR, KOTOR II, Jade Empire, or Fable… fucking sue me.)
But there’s something about the summer that’s so universal amongst we silly American teens and twentysomethings that signifies what I like to call: the longest three day weekend ever. Essentially, the second half of May and most of June are the Friday off, that long ass sick day we took because goddammit, we wanted some time off. The rest of June and all of July is the Saturday of the season. Anytime is a good time for the beach, the lake, or whatever other activity we like to take part in so much. And August leading up to the return to school is the dreaded Sunday. The day when everything you wanted to do the other two days and have to do for the coming school year is completed in record timing.
Hoorah for you, summer. May this summer be more enjoyable than the last.
argo. (mtc)

Sleep used to be hard to come by for me, now I can’t seem to get enough of it. I need to ask around and find out if the medication I’m taking for my blood pressure has anything to do with my spells of sleepiness. I doubt it, but you never know until you know for sure, ya know? Breakfast has a different effect on me. Well, not really. I mean, just this morning, I reenacted the events of last night by eating a nice meal and then passing out at my desk. This is a trend I care not to continue. Yet it does.
Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory has taken it’s ugly hold upon me. At long last, I’ve become accustomed to the pain it dispenses upon me. The things I hate about it are finally taking a back seat. Such things include the absence of the auto-save feature that’s been around in the first two games and the sniper scope on the gun somehow has lost the ability to zoom in to a magnification that actually helps.
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Yesterday being Sunday and all, most people were unassuming of the growing storm brewing at the Jacksonville Fairgrounds. A roaring, day-long festival in the form of nine bands nicely kicked ass and ripped us all a new asshole. It was, for the lack of any words to truly, properly assess it, awesome.
It started innocently with 30 SECONDS TO MARS, a band that sold me on going to the concert long ago. They the two single from their first self-titled album and then roared into another two singles from their upcoming album to be released in August. I cannot, for the life of me recall the name of the album, but the two songs were “The Fantasy” and “Attack” and they fucking ruled.
THE EXIES came on next playing only from their new album. I don’t blame them, their first album was a cd full of “ehh… coulda been better”. Barring some microphone difficulty, they put on a good set of some rockin stuff.
Third was a band that EVERYONE IN THE AREA CAME TO THE SATGE FOR. Benji of SKINDRED has this way with fucking with the audience and getting them really into the music that people crave. At the end of their set, which somehow rocked harder than at PlanetFest 5 seven months earlier, Benji did his thing with a small
I think the biggest surprise of the show was the new band out of Tallahassee, NO ADDRESS. They played a massive set that blew everyone, including myself, away. First thing I get some cash and fix this website for good, I’m buying some goddamn cds and No Address is one of them. If you ever have a chance, see them live, they’re awesome.
The other band, whom I haven’t heard their album and was satisfied with sonic celebration, was ALTERBRIDGE. With their singles, some were forgettable, some were awesome, but once they played a cover of Led Zeppelin’s “Rock n’ Roll”, people exploded. I’m liking these guys so much better without Scott Stapp and his Creed horseshit. I hated Creed, but I love Alterbridge.
After that came the first of the headliners: UNWRITTEN LAW. There will forever be no doubt in my mind that Unwritten Law frontman Scott Russo was totally stoned, smashed, hammered, wired, wasted, and fucked up for the entire set. He was half naked the entire time and was screaming at the crowd about how some titties made him and everyone else happy. I did not deny it. Despite his drunken ravings, the set was quite good.
Unfortunately, I had my ass kicked during this last band and I was unable to see SUM 41 and THREE DOORS DOWN, I’d have loved to see Three Doors Down, but I was kicked twice in the face while in the pit and things had to settle down. But before Ant and I left, we stayed for the band we came to this thing for in the first place: BREAKING BENJAMIN.
I liked the band that some of the Breaking Benjamin guys were in before with Lifer, have the cd and I listen to it every now and then too, but the emergence of Ben Burley and his undeniable stage roar was a quick favorite on my personal playlist. I first heard Breaking Benjamin on Forbidden Planet, a local Saturday night radio show on Planet Radio that plays all sorts of deeper cuts, B-sides, underground stuff, and things that aren’t big… yet. It was on Forbidden Planet that I first Three Days Grace’s “I Hate Everything About You” a full six months before they were to come out. Forbidden Planet was also the very first show to play anything ever by my hometown favorites of Yellowcard, Shinedown, Cold, and yes, they were the first place that played Limp Bizkit’s first demo “Counterfeit” before Fred Durst met Johnathan Davis. So imagine my joy listening to Breaking Benjamin, who are the live equivalent to Chevelle: Loud, embracing, engrossing, and overly rocking. They were absolutely, my highlight of the show.
So, I’ve seen Signal to Noise, Breaking Benjamin, Chevelle, The Exies, Unwritten Law, Saliva, Staind, Sevendust, Shinedown, Skindred, Lo*Pro, SouthFM, No Address, Alterbridge, 30 Seconds to Mars, Authority Zero, Papa Roach, and Yellowcard: any and all of these bands should be heard live and on cd because they all put on fantastic shows.
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So I should go kids, it’s late and I got a long day ahead of me tomorrow.
Lata!
argo. (mtc)

I’m currently working on a remedy to the idiotic problem that’s plagued my last two updates, comics are now being finished days in advance. I suppose I’ll be working all week on a buffer zone for the comic. I gotta remind myself that this buffer zone is meant to give me time to work on more comics and hopefully have and maintain a steady job while in summer school and having the comic all to juggle with fun and interesting ease.
It’s not so I can be a lazy ass and play Resident Evil all night. That’s NOT what it’s for. … Well, maybe just a little bit.
default.user is slowly becoming a random update comic: something I’ll work on when i can get to it. I’d hate to do that to Race, because she’s sent me a lot of scripts we’d like to do, but this shit is tough, believe it or not.
later, kids.
argo. (mtc)