2 years ago
This is Dave from the future, hijacking present-Dave's RoosterTeeth account.
The world does not end tomorrow; however, the magnetic poles shift. Has anyone ever seen the aurora borealis (aka "The Northern Lights")?? Well, Cambodia and Peru get to see them full boar for the next few days, as the poles are now pin-pointed right on them.
During this magnetic shift, the magnetic repulsion our Earth has against the sun's rays and radiation, the very same that keeps us alive and melanoma-free, temporarily disappeared. Other than increased chances of skin cancer, what this did was knock out nearly ALL of electronics, first of which were satellites and people's pacemakers. Tragically, it hit the elderly drivers the hardest.
Once we got things back up and running, we found that many common electronics had fried due to the excessive radiation. There are still parts of the world-hell, parts of America that have still not been reached.
Armageddon did not come with flames and brimstone; instead, it came with the lack of being able to prove to your co-worker that you were right about the year that "What About Bob?" came out due to the fact that IMDB cannot be reached.
So here is my word of warning: COMPLETELY TURN OFF YOUR ELECTRONICS TOMORROW!! And as crazy as SPF50 sunblock sounded this past summer, you'll be thanking me for lathering up with that crap tomorrow morning!!
Good luck, and I will truly miss those of you who don't make it (I've PMed you already).
2 years ago
Hello all my followers and friends!! I know, it has been a while. But I assure you, I am just fine.
As proof, I would like to share with you today a video compiled together of the rejected promotional videos my new company, "The Land of 10,000 Takes," made for the launch of Windows 8. Microsoft hated them, but I hope you LOVE them!! And a special thanks to glarberge!!
Here's what many Windows users have to say about the new Windows 8:
2 years ago
Last night, Darin submitted his fake movie trailer for the iDream of Siri contest put on by podcast Doug Loves Movies. The past few nights for the last week and a half or so have been really late, keeping me up editing, acting, and creating "movie magic." Darin and Ian spent a few late nights editing here at my house as well, acting and re-recording lines. And let's face it, without Ian's camera, we wouldn't've had anything!
It was really a blast putting it together, so please check it out and give us some love!
Those of you riding down to Austin in the Van, codenamed "Meat Wagon" (thanx, Wurthles), I was curious about the technology we'd be bringing down. Obviously, we're going to need some tunes and/or a plethora of Podcast episodes, so we'll need some way of listening to that (I don't know what the Van has for stereo system!!). I'm also bringing a tablet and contemplating bringing a computer. I was just curious what all everyone would be bringing so we can collaborate/cut down on cargo space.
By the way, I work at Best Buy; if anyone needs anything, last-minute-like, I could pick something up (headphones, boombox, CDs, etc.). Please let me know!!
3 years ago
3 years ago
I'm watching my parents' dog, Blue, while they are safariing in Africa for two weeks. Blue is slightly crippled, but is still pretty agile for a dog who has trouble moving his hind legs. My mom got him a two-part harness that has a handle up by his shoulders, and one down by his hips so someone (me) can help lift up his rear end if it starts to slump.
As Rusty, Blue, and I were completing our first lap around the Dog Park this afternoon, Rusty took off to greet and play with at least 30+ dogs roaming around. I caught up with Blue and was picking up the rear half of his harness to help him walk when all of the sudden, a cluster of three dogs swooped past us and more or less ran into a lady about three feet away. She crumples and falls to the ground like a sack of potatoes, and starts screaming like the Grape Lady.
Being right next to this run-by "victim," I asked if she was okay. Without acknowledging my presence, she continues to scream. At this point, I thought she may have broken her leg. Her husband runs up and starts condoling her. She, in a seemingly forced, agonistic tone, demands her husband seek out and find the owner of the dog that steam-rolled her over. The owner of said dog was standing among several of the "helpful" gawkers steps forward with his hand up and leans forward, claiming ownership. Without acknowledging THIS man, the downed woman commands her husband to get the owner's name and number because she senses that there may be a lawsuit at hand.
The husband, instead of confronting the owner, takes off. I notice between her screams that her husband grabs their dog and takes it to their vehicle. Blue, completely interested in the wailing woman, tries to pull himself forward to her, and I gingerly keep him at bay. The run-by dog's owner continues to attempt to engage in conversation with this woman, but her howling drowns out any of his attempts. As Blue continues to pull us forward, I realize that I'm now inside the circle of onlookers. With eyes now seemingly on me, I felt obligated to offer help, despite holding onto a crippled dog.
"Would you like some help up or at the very least some assistance getting you to your vehicle so you can get off the muddy ground?"
"I'd much rather lay here!" she snaps back, between her shrieks.
At this point, I fear a spinal injury! Although she's wailing, she really hadn't been writhing around in pain; she was pretty much still the entire time!
I finally decide that Blue was getting too close, so I begin to back up. The husband returns, still having not had spoken to the owner of the apparent "world's worst dog." The husband then asks the woman, "Where does it hurt?"
I stop and turn around to listen carefully, and I notice all the onlookers lean in to hear her answer.
"My-my ankle!!" she screams as tears begin to flow. "It's definitely twisted!! We definitely need to get that owner's name and number!!"
The onlookers instantly scatter. I continue to move Blue and myself away from the drama. We reconvene with Rusty on the other side of the field. I look back and I notice the husband CARRYING the woman out of the park. WHAT AN EYE-ROLLER!! I haven't seen such over-acting since Leonardo DiCaprio in What's Eating Gilbert Grape.
Dog Park PROTIPS:
- If you not only think it's okay for your little, punt-able, 10lb. dog to jump up on your leg but also think it's cute, just remember that Karma can be an ironically hilarious bitch. The owner of the 175lb. Great Dane probably thinks the same about his dog. Don't just ready yourself for someone else's dog to jump up on you; EXPECT IT.
- Even if every single dog at the dog park is "the most well-behaved dog on the planet," once they're in mid-romp in a pack of five other dogs, obedience pretty much goes out the window. After all, the reason you bring your dog to a dog park is to socialize it and let it blow off some steam. It's a fenced in park; let your dog be a dog for a couple of minutes!!
- If you bring treats to a dog park in order to "help train your dog," expect yourself to be leveled by a pack of dogs faster than Miss Drama Queen who has an ankle problem. Remember, dogs have great noses.
- Leashes aren't necessary at the FENCED IN dog park. Dogs on leashes are 10 times more likely to get harassed than unleashed dogs, because the leashed dogs are tethered to their much slower owners, leaving them no opportunity to escape or have fun. If you insist upon using one, I suggest walking your dog on the path just OUTSIDE the fence.
- Dog parks, at any given day or time of year, are muddy. Don't wear nice clothes to the dog park. I also suggest not wearing white.
3 years ago
What a fun night! You RT members are a LOT of fun!! I brought my bestest friend in the whole wide world to this event tonight, which was a Halo LAN party, and he said he was instantly brought back to when we did this in high school. He had a blast and he wanted to thank everyone for making it such a fun night!! So everyone who was there, Naterr loves you!!
To everyone else, my roommate, Wurtheskila, is seriously considering attending RTX with us; hop on over to his profile and help me convince him!!
For some reason, we had the most extravagant photo-shoot ever. If anyone (Jenna, Razzed, Greg, Jacob) has photos of tonight, can you please respond to this journal with some images or at the very least LINKS to these images?! I know we got some good ones!!
Thank you Newbs for hosting such a fun event!!
P.S. Phil, I hate you.
3 years ago
So, training for the GORUCK Challenge has begun. The first few days were rough, but I am gradually getting used to the muscle fatigue* and pain. I am starting to feel like I have more energy, and I'm starting to dread going running less and less.
And then Friday happened.
My roommate is starting to tear apart his bathroom upstairs, and his brother came over early Friday morning to help. They were trying to get everything ready before their dad, a plumber, came over to start working on stuff. My roommate's brother, Jason (who is ALSO doing the GORUCK Challenge with us) saw I was getting ready to go on a solo run (I was still bringing Rusty...), and chimed in.
"No one should work out alone," he said. Jason has been cross-training for two years and is a work-out freak.
He whipped out his phone and called his dad. Apparently, their dad was just getting to the gym and wasn't going to show up for at least two more hours.
"Great news, Dave! Trav and I will go running with you!!"
After we ran to a near-by park, Jason suggested we do lunges across the baseball field until we got to the playground. Trav and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and agreed. Agonizingly slow was our speed as we traveled from right field to left. After numerous pull-ups, push-ups, this, that, and gawd knows what else on the playground equipment, Jason insisted we do lunges BACK across the outfield before we start our run back home. By the end, right after the searing burning sensation passed, my legs decided to stop working for a couple of minutes.
Our run back was more of a limping walk.
I then showered and worked for nine hours, ON MY FEET. My legs continued to throb until this morning. Needless to say, I'm not a very big fan of lunges. As with anything, moderation is key.
*Muscle?! heh...that's funny!