tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219184962011-12-14T18:42:51.030-08:00Co-habitating with ChaosEemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1142861444046455352006-03-20T05:29:00.000-08:002006-12-15T03:06:02.793-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="My Family Crest" /></a>&nbsp;Yesterday, I felt the need to slay my hunger. What was my chosen death-dealing device? <a href="http://www.twinkiesproject.com/" alt="Twinkie, Twinkie little star">Yellow Dye #5</a> of course. Unfortunately, any and all snack foods are contained within our Fortress' barely-functioning vending machine. It won't accept my finance (in either paper or coin form), purchased goods get lodged in between the spiraling harnesses and some of the rations have no doubt long surpassed their expiration dates. The Sphinxter brand cupcakes, for example, display a Sphynxface on its wrapping most noticeably still possessing its schnoz. <br><br> If spite could manifest itself in physical form, it would no doubt resemble our confection-spitting abomination. I mean, really, what is more devious than the idea of a non-functioning vending machine? <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/105810489_f4c2cdecf1_o.gif" alt="Products high in sodium"><br><span style="font-size:78%">Su-Mortal Enemy</span> <br><br> I will share with you my typical experience in dialogic form. <br> <blockquote>Hello! Here are some tasty things housed in my plexiglas belly. Gaze upon them! But, despite the fact that you possess the necessary prerequisites (i.e. tender, desire and motor-function), I will not dispense these pleasures to you. I <span style="font-weight:bold;">mock</span> your unhealthy dietary choices.</blockquote> <br> Actually, now that I think about it, perhaps it is doing me a service. No matter! I will not be scorned by an inanimate object unless, of course, that object happens to be the Fortress' VCR's clock. I decided to vindicate the imprisoned treats with heavy munitions. Unfortunately, our lair suffered appreciable splash damage. <br><img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/107828650_8ac84904d0_o.gif" alt="Coin Return"><br><span style="font-size:78%">Dy-No-Mite!</span> <br><br> The Sphynxter cakes survived, however. At the very least, I now know what will be sustaining the cockroaches and Joan Rivers when your inevitable apocalypse takes place. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/taking-dump-truck.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a> <!--&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a>--> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114286144404645535?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1142603756693943532006-03-17T05:54:00.000-08:002006-03-20T05:34:57.980-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="My Family Crest" /></a>&nbsp;I would wager that you, the reader, thought that the <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/emissions-introspection.html" title="Mooser's Exposition">Mooser</a> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/decay-mortis-rigor-vexation.html" title="Mooser's Revenge">Extravaganza</a> had come to a close. Oh no. Fate has deemed this story worthy of a trilogy. Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be any Ewok celebration in sight. <br><br> Mooser and I were driving down the highway the other day, and out of the bed of an uncovered dump truck a cruel rock of windshield spite came tumbling down the highway. It hopped with tangible glee at the no-doubt unavoidable rendezvous with Mooser's windshield. We swerved and lurched in a fruitless attempt to avoid the splenetic stone. But with every course alteration, the moose-seeking marble seemed to <span style="font-style:italic;">slightly </span>correct its attack vector on the next bounce, until it delivered its stinging kiss. <br><br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/113539633_964a4a94b8_o.gif" alt="Busted"><br><span style="font-size:78%">Swearwords will not suffice. I need swearsentences.</span> <br><br> As the crack completely encompassed my line of vision, we needed to replace Mooser's <span style="font-weight:bold;">entire</span> windshield to stay street-legal. The windshield replacement technician only suffered three comminuted fractures at the hooves of Mooser in the reparation process. And, as they say, three out of four broken limbs ain't bad. <br><br> With the recovery out of the way, only vengeance could follow. So, Mooser and I began our campaign of Dump Truck Windshield Penance. We visited no less than 40 strip mines, quarries and tipper truck car washes in our breaklust, and by the end, I believe that we ousted our anger demons. Although Mooser wasn't contented until he donkey kicked over a few ice cream trucks as well. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/113539634_47415387d1_o.gif" alt="Long Haul"><br><span style="font-size:78%">Can you hear me now?</span> <br><br> Let that be a lesson to all negligent dump truck operators. Cover your beds or be covered in lacerations. <br> <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/decay-mortis-rigor-vexation.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/vendetta.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114260375669394353?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1142519523613241842006-03-16T06:29:00.000-08:002006-03-17T06:43:18.936-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" alt="My Family Crest" height="36" width="36" /></a>&nbsp;After relating my <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/emissions-introspection.html" title="Flashback, engaged">Emissions Inspection anecdote</a>, I thought I might share with you, the sequel... Renewing my license to operate the motor vehicle that I had inspected for criminal emanations. <br><br> Mooser and I arrived, and I tied him off outside. Things started off fine as the line number dispenser was in easy view and no one was attending it. My suspicions began to form though as I realized the line numbers themselves were in hieroglyphics. <br><br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/105801346_b1038797b3_o.gif" alt="De-Nile" /><br><span style="font-size:78%;">What are you looking at?</span> <br><br> As I entered the building I was stunned with the churning, human mass that stood before me. The line that had formed was almost an organism in and of itself due to the fact that several complex systems such as a digestive tract and nervous system had spontaneously coalesced. As there was nowhere else to go, I took my place at the <span style="font-style:italic;">business</span> end of the line. <br><br> After the 45th consecutive hour of waiting in queue, a team of forensic anthropologists and paleontologists entered the building to examine the remains of the <span style="font-style:italic;">Bird-th</span> guy in line. They brought all manner of archeological toolitry, so it was quite educational. Around this time, they called his ... number... glyph... picture... whatever, and since he was in no state to renew anything, I relieved him of his place in line. I gave him my line number, though, just in case he ever came around. <br><br> After some sparkling banter with the DMV attendant, I was able to finalize my transactions and take my place in line for my new license photo. Fortunately, this process was computerized, so I spent a paltry 33.3 seconds in line. My attendance prize was yet another wonderful if not miniature portraiture of myself to carry around in convenient wallet-sized proportions. <br><br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/105803553_e6ee35dffe_o.gif" alt="I blinked" /><br> <span style="font-size:78%;">I had a question, but the computer ignored me before taking the shot.</span> <br><br> As I exited the bureau I was able to discern what Mooser had been occupying his time with during my wait at the DMV. They have begun designing the new DMV parking lot. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/cootie-pie.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/taking-dump-truck.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114251952361324184?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1142427122214043072006-03-15T04:50:00.000-08:002006-03-16T06:36:49.206-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="My Family Crest" /></a>&nbsp;As there is not one single villain worthy of defeat or organization deserving of covert abolition on this planet, I've decided that my talents must be put to use or risk atrophy. Therefore, I have decided to snuff out certain unpleasantnesses that have apparently been given a hall pass by your society as far as continued existence is concerned. <br><br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/42/106105037_bc4b63b2ac_o.gif" /><br><span style="font-size:78%;">I hope that I'm not forgetting anything.</span> <br><br> I speak of course of cooties, the common cold, fast food, reality TV, mosquitoes, Pi, pie, bedbugs, 4 p.m. meetings, 8 a.m. meetings, something referred to as Diffy Queue, the Boogyman, The Man, <a href="http://pickleness.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-did-i-ever-do-to-you-mrs-turdoch.html">people that turn, face down, the photos of other people's infants</a>, Golden Skulltullas, the squeaky wheel, spam, telemarketers and licorice. I will begin with cooties. <br><br> How insidious is a thing that stalks children? If this evil chose to afflict either infancy or adolescence, then at least ignorance (in the case of the former) or apathy (in the case of the latter) would deal with it in time. No, it only concerns itself with your offspring aged 5-12. How vulgar! <br><br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/106101517_95aa3a5959_o.gif" alt="Bug Spray" /><br><span style="font-size:78%;">He's even giving a gang symbol!</span> <br><br> Hopefully, it will take me more than a week to address all of these issues. <br> <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/emissions-introspection.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/decay-mortis-rigor-vexation.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114242712221404307?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1142345174906285712006-03-14T06:05:00.000-08:002006-03-23T22:27:47.616-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" alt="My Family Crest" height="36" width="36" /></a> I received a notice from our state governmental body declaring that I needed to submit my Earth transportation machine to a series of tests to ensure that it would both operate safely and within the acceptable bounds of toxic emissions. It is humorous to me that your government concludes that there are acceptable bounds to pollutants, and that they are just not restricted outright. As if there is a just-peachy amount of compound fractures one is capable of enduring... Regardless, as a law-abiding (and most times enforcing) citizen I considered it my duty to comply. <br><br> Imagine the look on the faces of the Emission Inspection Engineers when I rolled up on Mooser. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/103857815_24ab607595_o.gif" title="G'day" /> <br><span style="font-size:78%;">A moose by any other name...</span> <br><br> This is my mount, Mooser. He's a Transmender meaning that he can take the form of whatever he pleases by enacting micro transformations throughout his hull. He is not bound to any kind of silly limitation like a set of pre-defined transformations. Oh, no. Moose, plane, boat, train... Whatever vehicular manifestation I need, Mooser provides. <br><br> We would've passed with aviating colors had it not been for the oily rag I had fashioned into a makeshift gas cap. They assured us that if we simply returned with our paperwork and a new, environmentally cognizant fuel cork, then everything would be right as rain. What they forgot to addendumize, though, is exactly what kind of rain everthing would resemble. <br><br> Namely, they were referring to the acidic type. Upon return to the station with the proper fuel storage stoppage device, we were met with a line of cars so long that it began where it ended. Mooser began to quake with agitation, so I dismounted and promptly took my paperwork and cap into the office area. I was non-promptly told that I would have to wait in line where a technician (i.e. the person talking to me) would be able to better examine the gas cap. Mooser overheard this and actual-promptly began airing his grievances upon to the facility, crew and landmarks surrounding the testing station. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/105798693_06899f3ccb_o.gif" alt="Kabloomey" /> <br><span style="font-size:78%;">At least there's plenty of parking now.</span> <br><br> They have begun designing the new Emissions Inspection Facility. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/house-enceladus_13.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a> &nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/cootie-pie.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114234517490628571?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1142250386151758312006-03-13T03:44:00.000-08:002006-03-14T06:06:47.646-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="My Family Crest" /></a>&nbsp;A fellow blogger <a href="http://www.radhole.com/archives/000960.html" alt="Rocket Man">Radhole</a> posted some wonderful pictures of the Saturnian moon Enceladus recently. I have since saved the behemoth shot as my desktop background. As I have never been able to find a picture 6200 pixels wide enough to fill the entire Fortress Viewscreen, this discovery was a fortuitous one. I will attach a minute one here for your viewing pleasure. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/110496801_c61735d203_o.gif" alt="Water, water everywhere"><br><span style="font-size:78%">I scream, you scream, we all scream for Ice Moons</span><br><br> For the astrologically challenged, your scientists <a href="http://msnbc.msn.com/id/11736311/" title="What do they know?">now believe</a> that this moon provides the best chance for locating extraterrestrial life. I'd say that they're <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/trading-spaces_27.htm">a bit farsighted</a> in their estimations, but I still give them an A for effort. Since each pixel on the Notorious BIG photo is about 12 kilometers, it's going to take you some time to marvel at the entire span of the planetoid. Though one feature looks curious; possibly photoshopped. That one line in the Northwestern hemisphere appears a little too perfectly blue to my peepers. Perhaps, someone dropped some floss on the lens. More interesting than that is the fact that if you inspect closely, you can just make out my summer house. I'll use my telephoto lens for you so you don't have to break out the bifocals. <br><br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/110496803_9fd1d2e778_o.gif" title="Summer Home"><br><span style="font-size:78%">The lawn's not going to cut itself</span><br><br> I can only imagine how much real estate prices are going to plummet once you Earthlings start pitching tents here. I am reminded of Body Count's most appropriately titled song, <span style="font-style:italic;">There Goes the Neighborhood</span>. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="" title="The PAST!">Previous</a> &nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/emissions-introspection.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114225038615175831?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1141997838305426052006-03-10T05:34:00.000-08:002006-03-13T03:48:07.316-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217950" title="Sidekick's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/100563249_d005501fb9_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="Draing's Favorite Grade" /></a>&nbsp;Eemos had asked me about some of my own, personal adventures, so that he knew what to expect out of me as a sidekick. Having grown up a middle-class, suburban kid, the only thing I was packin' was a collection of Jr. High stories. He was horrified. Luckily for me one aspect particularly interested him: Dodgeball. <br><br> Oh boy, do I hate dodgeball, but Eemos insisted that I teach him how to play. So that, in turn, he could teach me how to play <span style="font-style:italic;">better</span>. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/52/107963603_df896cf8b7_o.gif" alt="Tag!"><br><span style="font-size:78%">All's fair in love and idiotic pseudo-sports.</span><br><br> Eemos is pretty good, to say the least. They have a game kinda like this back on <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/heritage-place.html" title="You Oughta Know By Now">Badasery</a>, but they use sharp objects instead of balls. It figures. The only difference other than that is that the throwee has to catch the projectile with his/her/its hands, feet, claws or teeth instead of just his/her/its flesh to count the thrower out. It all sounds a little like the typical Christmas Dinner at the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217950" title="That's my name, don't..">Cork</a> household. Digress: Engage. As would've been foretold by Miss Cleo, Eemos caught me with a lucky shot right in the snot-box. I guess he wasn't aware of the no face rule. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/107828652_b15100816e_o.gif" alt="Yellow Stars"><br><span style="font-size:78%">Mama said knock me out.</span> <br><br> Unfortunately for me, Eemos has been taking CPR classes for the last couple of weeks, so he decided that it was time to put his knowledge to work. Fortunately, I regained consciousness before the mouth-to-mouth encore. <br> <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/incoming-rpg-tv.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/house-enceladus_13.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114199783830542605?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375422236530897580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1141821617725849482006-03-08T04:39:00.000-08:002006-03-09T06:50:46.166-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217950" title="Sidekick's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/100563249_d005501fb9_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="Draing's Favorite Grade" /></a>&nbsp;I took a cue from <a href="http://bigcrazyjohn.blogspot.com/2006/02/yummy-disgusting.html">Big Crazy John</a> and decided to purchase me one of those Crunch Wraps. If he's eating them, then they must be good for your <a href="http://skepdic.com/chakras.html" title="Chakra Kahn">chakras</a> or some crap. To be honest, I find these things to be quite anti-climactic when you actually get your hooks into them... The commercials on TV try to make it sound like every taste sensation Taco Bell is capable of producing is somehow contained within this one, high-caloric, meat pastry. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/108437664_e97e02793a_o.gif" alt="Melty?"><br><span style="font-size:78%">...Can see the future!</span> <br><br> That may be technically true, but I've found that the actual amount of flavor is fairly miniscule. We're talking quantity over quality, I guess. It's like they use the lettuce as a filler just like the average Pearl Jam album now consists of one song worthy of hummage with 11 or so throw-away 4-chord-wonders. The ingredient ratio as I see it is 1 part tortilla to 63.4 parts Lettuce to 10 parts remaining miscellaneous Taco Bell ingredients. <br><br> I saw Eemos chowing down on one the other day, too. But, he had thrown it into a bowl of chili, since he said that it looked like a gigantic oyster cracker. It's not the worst dietary compound I've ever seen. That distinction would go to the Hotdog-ChickenWingSauce-Pizza-Sandwich I saw <a href="http://bigcrazyjohn.blogspot.com" title="Click or Die">BCJ</a> eat once. Seriously. That's not fiction. <br><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/109709925_cbbab37d68_o.gif" title="Bathroom break"><br><span style="font-size:78%">Toilet Humor?</span><br><br> All in all, I guess I would give this little hexagonal heart-clogger a 1 out of 5 bells (sans bowl of chili) and a 3 out of 5 long-nights-in-the-bathroom with the chili accompaniment. <br> <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/coulrophobus-rex_07.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a> &nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/incoming-rpg-tv.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114182161772584948?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375422236530897580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1141734522951921492006-03-07T04:27:00.000-08:002006-03-10T07:34:22.523-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217950" title="Sidekick's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/100563249_d005501fb9_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="Draing's Favorite Grade" /></a>&nbsp;One of the reasons Eemos came to Earth was because some of his more... interesting <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/cadre-you-cadre-me.html" title="Badguys">Nemecysts</a> found their way here. Oddly enough, my most traumatic childhood experience just happened to involve one of these creatures. His name was Unfunie the Clown. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/108548319_f4c4cc7199_o.gif" alt="Unfunie the Clown"><br><span style="font-size:78%">Why?</span> <br><br> Up until that time, I actually wanted to be a clown when I grew up. So strong was this idea in my head, that I had researched this <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ringling_Brothers_and_Barnum_&_Bailey_Clown_College" title="School of Hard Knock Knock Jokes">wonderous school</a> where they teach the clowning arts. Just imagine a school where they teach you to goof off all day long. If that isn't magical, then I don't know what is. I know what <span style="font-weight:bold;">ISN'T</span> magical, though: crying children. <br><br> My parents had booked some entertainment for my 8th Birthday party, but the regular guy had to cancel. To my surprise, this serpentine monstrosity filled the gap with enough creepy to feed a small nation. I spent the rest of my b-day party playing the Shaking and Sobbing Game in the cabinet under the sink. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/108548320_b5293d7506_o.gif" alt="Hissy fit"><br><span style="font-size:78%">Funny != (Clowns + Snakes)/Math</span> <br><br> I think the guy now works down at Show Tunes Pizza. It amazes me that they were actually able top those animatronic freakshows with a real-life one. One of these days, I'm going to go down there and plant a skee-ball right between his yellow eyes. <br> <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/guests-trip_06.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a> &nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/crunch-wrap-supreme-let-down_08.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114173452295192149?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375422236530897580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1141648956353077562006-03-06T04:41:00.000-08:002006-03-07T19:47:29.723-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="My Family Crest" /></a>&nbsp;The whimsical lads over at <a href="http://www.rpg-tv.com" title="Funnier than me.">RPG-TV.Com</a> have bestowed upon Draing and myself this wonderful interpretation of our little universe here.<br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/107227057_4260f96ad2_o.jpg" alt="RPG-TV.Com"><br> <span style="font-size:78%">I was trying out the blonde look for a while...</span> <br><br> While I am flattered that someone could confuse my writings for that of the late, great Father of Relativity, I would hope that my hairstyle and clothing choices would dispell that notion.<br> <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/indigestation.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/coulrophobus-rex_07.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114164895635307756?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1141387921380998682006-03-03T04:10:00.000-08:002006-03-06T04:44:50.310-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="My Family Crest" /></a>&nbsp;After having looked everywhere for the other half of the <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/best-friends-forever.html" title="Trinket!">BFF</a> neck ornament I had purchased for my "<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-ninja-that-has-everything_13.html" title="Beauty Evolved">sig</a>" and coming up on Empty, I began to fret. How could I have been so careless? How could I ever make it up to her? Draing told me to try to remember the last place I saw it. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/101374962_25358f68cc_o.gif" alt="RunStop" /> <br> Eureka, Missouri! The last place that I saw it was on the hotdog I was eating. I had it draped around my neck just like a Best Friend (one of a pair that lasts forever) should have done, and, it had flopped into the layers of sustenence surrounding the puppy. However, I believe now that I might have consumed it on accident. Can you blame me, though? The Hot Dog was Chicago style. Decadence! <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/105807520_a63fe36f90_o.gif" alt="Hot Dog!" /><br><span style="font-size:78%;">It was a hearty lunch to be sure.</span> <br><br> Now, I need to decide how to handle this. Truth or Fiction? Seeing as I'm a role model and all, I have no choice but for the truth. The truth is always right, unless you are discussing how a woman looks, of course. But, how shall I "spin" this as your politicians are known to do. I must gestate this idea. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/101374959_f6a722804b_o.gif" alt="404" /> <br> Bah! Who would think that my greatest adversary would be my own desire to sustain myself! Now shadowQueen23's neckace is truly alone... <br><br> ...wait... <br><br> or maybe unique? <br><br> Yes, she has a one of a kind BFF necklace! I need supporting arguments, post-haste! Um, I injested my half so... that... it will be with me always... Yes. Elegant? Check. Logical? Check. Perfect? Of course. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/sickness-self-inflicted_02.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/guests-trip_06.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114138792138099868?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1141303490721215612006-03-02T04:44:00.000-08:002006-03-07T10:31:30.086-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217950" title="Sidekick's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/100563249_d005501fb9_o.gif" alt="Draing's Favorite Grade" height="36" width="36" /></a> Well, Eemos, shadowQueen23 and I went out for for Mardi Gras. I can tell you that the <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/fat-twosday.html" title="Hoochy">bare-chested antics</a> came out <span style="font-style: italic;">way</span> before the booze, so you can imagine what followed. He started to look a little sickly around the end of the night. I'd say that his color was almost <span style="color: #FFFFB5;">yellowish</span> with <span style="color: #B8DEAE;">little blue-green veins</span> popping out all over his face. At one point, he excused himself and ran-walk to the nearest bathroom. <br><br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/106329447_884a0c66ab_o.gif" title="Running with the devil" /><br> <span style="font-size:78%;">Boy, he couldn't get there fast enough.</span> <br><br> He spent the rest of the evening singing into the porcelain microphone. If you thought his battle cry was bad, you should hear his sick sounds. Bleh. At least now I know that the <span style="font-weight:bold;">E</span> on his chest stands for <span style="font-style:italic;">Expel</span>. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/fat-twosday.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/indigestation.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114130349072121561?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375422236530897580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1141219841450865222006-03-01T05:28:00.000-08:002006-03-02T08:29:13.106-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="My Family Crest" /></a>&nbsp;I have just recently been made aware of your Mardi Gras holiday. I'm to understand that the females of your species request the deposit of magical beads onto their persons by the males of your species. How do they initiate this transaction? They liberate their mammory glands from whatever containment device into which they were fastened. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/36/106056599_fb1ea3e9fd_o.gif" alt="Beadwork"><br><span style="font-size:78%;">Do not stare directly at my "pecs".</span> <br><br> This is a feat most worthy of bead-dispersal, as I have oft-observed <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-ninja-that-has-everything_13.htm" title="A love interest is born.">shadowQueen23</a> removing her <span style="font-style:italic;">keipumfrumfloppen</span> from underneath her ninja <span style="font-style:italic;">shozoku</span>. I can only imagine the dexterity statistic necessary to successfully complete this process; I'd wager that it is at least in the high teens if not 20 outright. Had Houdini possessed the agility required to implement this skill, might he have avoided his aquatic end? <br><br> I needed to procure some of these adornments to study their monetary, magical and/or technological attributes. (Here I am speaking about the beads, not the glands. I am most scholarly in their benefits). Therefore, I began "flashing" my mountainous pectorals to anyone who was unable to shield themselves from my masculinity onslaught. A curious thing happened, then however; I was not assaulted with beads. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/105810490_7fc61dc702_o.gif" alt="Pennies from Heaven"><br><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm singing in the r-egg-n</span> <br><br> Eggs were the chosen projectile instead. This was curious as my affinity for your planet's self-sustaining chicken embryos is <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/oeufs-i-did-it-again_06.html" title="Eggos!">well-documented</a>. I felt like your Tim Robbins character after having escaped Shawshank Prison via the Hepititus-B Tunnel of Intestinal Evacuation, and then stood laughing; arms raised to the heavens in a shower of freedom. But, then the melancholy peppered my thoughts with grief as I remembered the fragile nature of the egg. I was a sad clown. <br><br> Having gathered up all of the slimy fragments, I shed a tear for each lost, flavorful opportunity. But then I decided to look on the Sunny-Side-Up-Side of life such that if you are given 300 broken eggs, you should make an omelette worthy of giant, simian consumption. In this case, I was the simian, and boy-howdy, did I consummate some consumption. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/full-johnar-eclipse.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/sickness-self-inflicted_02.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114121984145086522?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1141133995752592672006-02-28T05:37:00.000-08:002006-03-03T11:27:10.096-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" alt="My Family Crest" height="36" width="36" /></a> While building a school (bare-handed) for the nomadic tribes of western <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/heritage-place.html" title="Home Sweet Home">Badasery</a>, a curious thing happened to me. I was raising the trellis crossbeams, and the day seemed to transition to dusk quite suddenly. As I knew my architectural aptitude would not have failed me in this scheduling sense, I knew something must have been amiss. <br><br> I turned around to check the position of what I believed to be the noonday Sun only to see a great, white dome of skull, skin and anger. I could only barely discern the diminishing corona of my favorite celestial body behind that immense, marble crown. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/42/100539691_bfa57c7d23_o.gif" alt="Shaking with anger" /><br><span style="font-size:78%;">Everyone has to have a catchphrase.</span> <br><br> I was face to ... navel with the <a href="http://bigcrazyjohn.blogspot.com/">Big Crazy John</a>. At least, I could see what I thought was his navel. ...what with the whole blotting out of the Sun thing going on. His abdominal muscles were like speed bumps; each one casting its own, distinct shadow upon the ground. His feats were the stuff of legends... that you tell your offspring to prevent them from staying out too late at night. Actually, even his <span style="font-style: italic;">feet</span> were legendary. He was known to puncture dictionaries with his arboureous middle toe. <br><br> I steeled myself against the almost certain blizzard of hand strikes, and all I could witness was the great crevace in his face beginning to open. What would emerge? A deafening scream? Flaming Spittle? Noxious Gas? <br><br> "Do you know how to get to the beach?" was what bellowed forth. <br><br> Stunned, I could only respond with the paltry, "Follow the sounds of the crashing waves." That answer seemed to pacify him as he let loose a blustery, "WOO!" and turned to follow his ears. He strode off into the distance; each footfall leaving a cavernous crater in the ground from whence unearthed creatures would scurry. And, the land was at peace once again. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/105790932_3747a17609_o.gif" alt="Leaving his mark" /><br><span style="font-size:78%;">Standing in the footsteps of giants</span> <br><br> Sometimes, violence isn't the answer. And, did you know? Those tribespeople didn't even utilize the school. How shortsighted of them. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/trading-spaces_27.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/fat-twosday.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114113399575259267?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1141060575313367342006-02-27T09:15:00.000-08:002006-03-02T10:11:18.083-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="My Family Crest" /></a>&nbsp;You, the reader, may be wondering how I was able to fortify your planet with my presence. Let me enlighten you. World 1-2 exists on the opposite side of the Sun in relation to Earth. <br><br> The Sun obscures my homeworld from your scientists. World 1-2 follows the exact same orbit as this planet and even our year is almost exactly the same length; chronologically troublesome quarter-day and all. However, since World 1-2 is superior in every way to your planet, our revolution occurs in <span style="font-weight: bold;">exactly</span> 365.25 days as opposed to your impossible to remember 365.242somesuch days. We endeavor to pause the travel of our planet on what you call February 29th, so that we remain in complete obscurity to Earth. Or as you are known to us, World 1-1. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/101374964_78ef87c8a1_o.gif" alt="Walkin on the Sun" /><br><span style="font-size:78%;">He's got a sunburn</span> <br><br> Yes, I'm going to share a dirty little secret with you. Earth exists as a training world. Don't feel bad. After all, not everyone can be a big fish in a small pond. Your species is free to bumble about without the threat of real opposition such as enemies with shields that must be broken before they are defeated. Besides, how would one be able to measure the grandeur of World 1-2 without something less grand like World 1-1 with which to compare it? <br><br> After mastering all forms of combat, debate, mockery and romantic relations on World 1-2, I decided that it was time to "slum it" as the saying goes. I endeavored to leave World 1-2, and see if I could help out the novices here attain some <span style="font-style: italic;">level</span> of <span style="font-style: italic;">status</span>. So, I held my breath, jumped into the air, escaped World 1-2's gravity, waited 182 days and eventually collided with Earth. You may thank me later. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/plus-cest-la-mme-chose.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/full-johnar-eclipse.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114106057531336734?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1140789176833479292006-02-24T05:41:00.000-08:002006-03-02T08:25:42.786-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" alt="My Family Crest" height="36" width="36" /></a> Well, the Adventures of Eemos and Draing has officially experienced Blogdom adolescence. That is, we have been memed by our next-door neighbor, <a href="http://pickleness.blogspot.com" title="Pickapairofpickles">Pickleness</a>. While I anticipate with moistening jowls the benefits of Internet teenagemenship, I do not look forward to the cracking of voices and <span style="font-style: italic;">pads du oxy</span>. Regardless, we shall persevere. <br><br> Occupational Hazards (Jobs) <ul> <li>Adventurer</li> <li>Space Explorer</li> <li>Mad Scientist</li> <li>Receptionist (briefly)</li> </ul> <br> Cinematic Excellence (Movies)<ul> <li>The Elephant Man</li> <li>Transformers: The Movie</li> <li><a href="http://www.johnny-five.com/" title="Johnny 5!">Short Circuit</a></li> <li>Star Trek: First Contact ("And I will make them PAY for what they've done!")</li> </ul> <br> Regions that benefited from my habitation (Homes) <ul> <li><a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/heritage-place.html" title="World 1-2">Badasery</a> (World 1-2)</li> <li>Earth (World 1-1)</li> </ul> <br> Cranial Atrophy (TV Shows) <ul> <li><a href="http://www.spiketv.com/index.jhtml#shows/mxc/index.jhtml" title="Get it on!">Most Extreme Elimination Challenge</a></li> <li><a href="http://www.courttv.com/onair/shows/forensicfiles/">Forensic Files</a></li> <li>The Daily Show</li> <li>30 Minute Meals with Rachel Ray</li> </ul> <br> Literacy (Books) <ul> <li>Sun Tzu - <a href="http://www.chinapage.com/sunzi-e.html" title="Wart!">The Art of War</a></li> <li>Dr. Seuss - Oh, The Places You'll Go! (How right your were, Doctor!)</li> <li>The Joy of Cooking</li> <li>Miyamoto Musashi - <a href="http://www.samurai.com/5rings/" title="Go!">Book of the Five Rings</a></li> </ul> <br> Doh-a-Deer (Songs) <ul> <li>Koji Kondo - Dark World Theme</li> <li>Metallica - Master of Puppets</li> <li>Wagner - Flight of the Valkyries</li> <li>Franz Ferdinand - Do You Want To?</li> <li>Ringo Shiina - 罪と罰 (Tsumi to Batsu, Crime and Punishment)</li> </ul> <br> Final Destinations (Places I've been) <ul><li><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ringling_Brothers_and_Barnum_&amp;_Bailey_Clown_College">Baraboo, Wisconsin</a></li> <li>DessertLand</li> <li>Here</li> <li>There</li> <li>Everywhere</li> </ul> <br> ManaSpace Dimensions (Websites) <ul> <li><a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="Exuberance">The Adventures of Eemos and Draing</a></li> <li>Pages that link back to this page</li> <li><a href="http://www.whiteninjacomics.com/">White Ninja</a></li> <li><a href="http://www.avsforum.com/">Audio Visual Science Forums</a></li> <li><a href="http://www.scicentral.com/">Science Central</a></li> </ul> <br> Sustenance (Things I Eat) <ul> <li>Evil</li> <li>Eggs</li> <li>Fear of my enemies</li> <li>Things made out of Eggs</li> </ul> <br> I must now pass the meme flambeau to the next 4 lucky recipients. My lucky picks are <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="You're here!">Draing</a>, <a href="http://bigcrazyjohn.blogspot.com" title="Woo!">Big Crazy John</a>, <a href="http://iwantaboy.blogspot.com/" title="Not really">I Want A Boy</a> and <a href="http://kimmyandjacob.blogspot.com/" title="Squirrelly!">snickerdoodles</a> (how I love that word). <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/sick-daze.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/trading-spaces_27.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114078917683347929?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1140716362318747292006-02-23T09:17:00.000-08:002006-03-02T10:08:13.206-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" alt="My Family Crest" height="36" width="36" /></a> I must apologize for my lack of presence lately, as I have been under the weather as you Earth people call it. Although, to approximate the suffering I've endured these last hellish 48 hours, the weather would have to consist of exploding toilets dropping out of the sky... onto the backs of your eyeballs. <img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/103664013_38b8c4a2b2_o.gif" alt="Waterbottle" /><br><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm down with the sickness</span> <br><br> As most <a href="http://www.waroftheworldsonline.com/" title="Flu Bug">invading extra-terrestrials</a> are wont to do, I have neglected your planet's greatest defense against outer-worldly invaders. No, this defense is not your average <a href="http://www.everybodylovesray.com/" title="On the contrary, I do not love you">sitcom</a>, it's your copious stockpile of disease. Every orifice in my body is only now slowly recouperating from 2 days of misuse. That is, organs designed for input were most viciously utilized in a outputian fashion. <br><br> As not to succumb to my forebearer's fates, I needed to study the best countermeasures to these incursions. My now-patented <span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span>nfluenza <span style="font-weight: bold;">B</span>ug <span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span>nnihilation/<span style="font-weight: bold;">R</span>esuscitation <span style="font-weight: bold;">F</span>ormula was the result. You take 3 gallons of chicken noodle soup, add 2 boxes of saltine crackers, 3 cans of white soda and a dollup of <a href="http://vicks.com/products/vapor_rubointment.shtml" title="Smells like clean">Vick's Vapo-rub</a>. <img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/103664014_6a8fef24d9_o.gif" alt="Chickity China" /><br> <span style="font-size:78%;">It's the other white meat.</span><br><br> One can injest the potable upon each span of 6 hours or in the case of slumber-sleepery times, you can simply rub some upon your chest for inhalation purposes. If one continues to complain about their health condition after imbibing this concoction, then I submit that they probably have larger issues with which to contend. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/apparently-eemos-has-bad-case-of-jimmy.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/plus-cest-la-mme-chose.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114071636231874729?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1140624850416064012006-02-22T08:12:00.000-08:002006-03-02T10:06:58.850-08:00<img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/103166166_1aece10a35_m.jpg" alt="Poor Eemos" /><br> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217950" title="Sidekick's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/100563249_d005501fb9_o.gif" alt="Draing's Favorite Grade" height="36" width="36" /></a>Apparently, Eemos has a bad case of the jimmy wizzets... I can hear his moaning all the way down the hall. His moans are very similar to his battle cry, oddly enough.<br><br> Here is hoping to a most speedious recovery. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-pun-intended.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/sick-daze.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114062485041606401?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375422236530897580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1140624433463784672006-02-22T08:06:00.000-08:002006-03-02T08:21:58.793-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217950" title="Sidekick's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/100563249_d005501fb9_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="Draing's Favorite Grade" /></a>&nbsp;I have to apologize in advance for the way that Eemos talks. I think that he does it just to get under my skin. I've never played a videogame with a guy that talks like that. Basically, what I'm saying is don't encourage him. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/pitfallen-and-i-cant-get-up.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/apparently-eemos-has-bad-case-of-jimmy.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114062443346378467?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375422236530897580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1140442445303317932006-02-20T05:32:00.000-08:002006-03-02T08:20:43.886-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" alt="My Family Crest" height="36" width="36" /></a> Yesterday, I went outside to gather the mail; the postal derivation, not the 21st century version. <img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/100539696_89a0d06deb_o.gif" alt="Frontyard, ahoy!" /><br><span style="font-size:78%;">That lawn needs some fertilizer</span> <br><br> L'eau and behold, a murky swamp had accumulated on the otherwise immaculately manicured lawn. But was this the worst of the tribulations? Oh, Heavens! No! Three (not one or 1.5), but <span style="font-weight: bold;">THREE</span> reptilian monstrosities lurked in the wastes with only their scaly brows breaking the surface of the water. Immediately, my astute observation skills perceived that they were only able to open their festering maws to a preset angle and then abruptly close them again. What odd behavior. Perhaps a mating ritual? Evidence of a triplicate of grievous, debilitating injuries? <br><br> No matter! My only choice was to cross the murk using these strange, but yet still terrible creatures. I began my sojourn across their faces, when I discovered that I had made a chronological error! Lament! The beasts' mouths were about to open and snuff out my existence!! Thinking quickly, I balanced myself on the back of the second creature's head until they again returned their mandibles to a less bloodletting state. Three cheers for adaptability. <img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/100539690_b76a38c98f_o.gif" alt="What big teeth you have." /><br> <span style="font-size:78%;">I used a 200mm lens at f2.0 to get this shot</span> <br><br> If the fell beast would have but blinked, I would've been lost, <b>LOST!</b>, to the briny wastes of the 2 feet of water. What would've happened without my heroism? How much unsolicited mail would've gone un-recycled for more than 8 hours? <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-limp-ics.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-pun-intended.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114044244530331793?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1140183353855315362006-02-17T05:32:00.000-08:002006-03-02T08:19:43.343-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero' Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" alt="My Family Crest" height="36" width="36" /></a> Having watched the Winter Olympics, I can't help but ponder the missed potential of these games. While it is commendable that such large numbers and divisions of your species can occupy the same vicinity without incinerating each other, it hardly makes for interesting television. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100808841_dbc25c9304_o.gif" alt="Lord of the Rings" /><br> <span style="font-size:78%;">I need a new ringtone.</span> <br><br> Perhaps my issue with the idea is that on <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/heritage-place.html" title="Homeworld">Badasery</a>, valor is inversely proportional to degree of safety. With all of the practice mats, face guards and guard rails present in your Olympics, how can there be any chance of bodily injury at all? (Occasional <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/sports/longterm/olympics1998/history/timeline/timeline.htm" title="Whack-a-knee">mercenaries</a> excluded.) <br><br> To better acquaint yourself with a different, possibly more courageous type of competition, you should direct yourself to the television show entitled <a href="http://www.spiketv.com/index.jhtml#shows/mxc/index.jhtml" title="Safety Fluid">MXC:Most Extreme Elimination Challenge</a>. It is extremely valorous. I will be submitting Log Drop for Olympic consideration. <img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/100558015_f2346e95f7_o.gif" alt="Right you are!" /><br> <span style="font-size:78%;">That third log is always the worst.</span> <br><br> With that in mind, I have some bullet points (with the stress on bullets) that might help improve the Olympic proceedings. <ul> <li>If the events and the climates were reversed, there would be a much greater injury to success ratio. I would assume that snowboarding down a precipice without the ubiquitous amounts of snow would be much more challenging and subsequently entertaining than its current iteration.</li> <li>Why are there separate distinctions between the male and female events? This disparity should be removed altogether beginning with hockey.</li> <li>There are DEFINITELY not enough large animals involved with these games. I submit that there should be a random, savage animal introduced randomly into random events, Random. Curling would be positively intoxicating if the Curl-ers would have to mop their gluttonous hockeypuck away from a charging bull.</li> </ul>I look forward to a time when your planet's greatest athletes are able to prove themselves by running up a mountain while large, styrofoam boulders are hurled down upon them. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/best-friends-forever.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/pitfallen-and-i-cant-get-up.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114018335385531536?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1140100055011524712006-02-16T06:17:00.000-08:002006-03-02T08:18:10.596-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217950" title="Sidekick's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/100563249_d005501fb9_o.gif" alt="Draing's Favorite Grade" height="36" width="36" /></a> After listening VERY carefully outside Eemos' bedroom, I finally verified that <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-ninja-that-has-everything_13.html" title="Ninja style">his girlfriend</a> is real after all. I might have a talent for this ninja stuff, too! I even found her screen name on the computer. At least, I hope that Eemos isn't screwing around on our resident assassin with someone tagged shadowQueen23. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/21/100539692_04c0230d08_o.gif" alt="Friendship=Broken Heart!" /><br> <span style="font-size:78%;">He should've gotten it in silver.</span> <br><br> I think that it's legit, though. Eemos came home the other day beaming like he had just saved (or looted) a village. He apparently bought her a BFF necklace. I tried to tell him that <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:110;" >B</span>est <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:110;" >F</span>riends <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:110;" >F</span>orever probably isn't the sentiment that he wants to be selling (<span style="font-style: italic;">especially</span> in Febs), but he wouldn't listen. He kept saying, "How can Best be bad?" Well, Best can apparently turn up missing, too. He managed to lose his half. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/100951311_b014d75968_o.gif" alt="So Oinky!" /> <br><span style="font-size:78%;">I don't even like milk...</span> <br><br> I just... I don't understand. I could park my Toyota on a wheelchair ramp, and if the cop were an officerette, she would probably bust a jaywalker instead. Yet, this Chicken McNumbskull <span style="">™</span> can lose something you freaking WEAR AROUND YOUR NECK and still score. <br><br> I guess I do benefit in one way, though. I get to see how he will hide the fact that he and his gf aren't <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:110;" >B</span>est <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:110;" >F</span>riends <span style="font-weight: bold;">F</span>orever anymore, just <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:110;" >B</span>est <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:110;" >F</span>ries. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-language-my-prey_15.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-limp-ics.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114010005501152471?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375422236530897580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1140011757073384942006-02-15T05:52:00.000-08:002006-03-02T08:17:12.826-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" alt="My Family Crest" height="36" width="36" /></a> You may be wondering where I attained my profound grasp of your somewhat perplexing, <i>EEengaleeshhh</i>. I studied every language on your planet; yes, every single one, and I found this English to be most like my native tongue, Badaslic. You'd be astonished at the number of cognates. Both are confounding in their complexities and dank in their reason. Should I use "their?" Or perchance, "they're?" Or what about, "Asthereagus?" (a large boar-like creature native to my country) <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/100819431_9a09344360_o.gif" alt="Unique, non?" /><br> <span style="font-size:78%;">My country's banner</span> <br><br> I very nearly chose <i>français</i>. Its total disregard for the ratio between letters and sounds is very pleasing to me. Only a scion of the linguistic arts could ever hope to master its undulating syllables, much less actually articulate correctly enough for a French person to forget to feign his or her total inability to understand you. And while, I was obviously up to the challenge, there was a certain <span style="font-style: italic;">je ne sais quois</span> about English. Therein lies something barbaric, perhaps. <br><br> So, dear reader, I chose to study, stalk, hunt, borrow $3.50 from, kill, emasculate and ultimately field dress <b>your</b> quaint little language. Bonne chance! <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-not-badgers_14.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/best-friends-forever.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-114001175707338494?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1139926652911082152006-02-14T06:16:00.000-08:002006-03-02T08:14:37.843-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217950" title="Sidekick's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/100563249_d005501fb9_o.gif" alt="Draing's Favorite Grade" height="36" width="36" /></a> I guess <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/heritage-place.html">Badasery</a> doesn't have sarcasm. For Valentine's Day, I made Eemos a stuffed animal. He's got a little nametag and everything. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/100559990_f2819a09ac_o.gif" alt="It's Baggers!" /><br> <span style="font-size:78%;">Would the real Baggers please stand up?</span> <br><br> Except that where a teddy bear would have like, cotton or something, for stuffing, Baggers has cactus needles. And where a plush rabbit would have nice, soft, synthetic fur, Baggers has a paper bag held together with rubberbands. <br><br> It didn't have the intended effect. I am always amazed by the extent that Eemos can annoy me. Here I am trying to break precedent and actually irritate him, and he turns around and pronounces "Baggers" with a soft G. It doesn't help that everytime Eemos sees him, he shouts out, "It's BADGERS!!!!" <br><br> JRRRRRR! I mean... GRRRR! <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-ninja-that-has-everything_13.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-language-my-prey_15.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-113992665291108215?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375422236530897580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1139839007818330362006-02-13T05:55:00.000-08:002006-03-02T18:12:16.343-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217950"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/100563249_d005501fb9_o.gif" alt="Draing's Favorite Grade" height="36" width="36" /></a> Eemos has been bugging me lately about what to get his beau (his word, not mine), for Valentine's Day. His girlfriend is a ninja. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/100926129_bfd36686c6_o.gif" alt="Jagged!"> <br><span style="font-size:78%;">AAAHHHH!! I'm sorry! I'm Sorry! She's a <span style="font-style: italic;">Kunoichi</span>. That was my best hat!</span> <br><br> Umm. Anyway, he's beside himself trying to decide what to get. Man... That's a terrible thought. Two Eemoses..es? Ugh. <br><br> I'm not even sure that he has a girlfriend to be honest. Aside from the occassional brush with death from an unseen assailant, as Eemos says, I've never actually even seen her. If it weren't for the little kunai notes ("<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >do not neglect to take out the trash</span>") stuck in the walls, the fridge, etc, I'd say she was a figment of his imagination. I guess that says something about her nin... er.. <span style="font-style: italic;">kunoichi </span>quality. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/100907238_c167a1e18e_o.gif" alt="silence" /> <br><span style="font-size:78%;">Eemos is oblivious to something? No way...</span> <br><br> Whatever. When, I try to ask him what kind of present he wants to get, he just stands there with an idiotic, slack-jawed look on his face like he's trying to do long division in his head. Eventually, he comes around and says, "Lethal." Sorry, Big Guy. About the only lethal thing I have experience with is your laundry. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/ducking-responsibility_10.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-not-badgers_14.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-113983900781833036?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375422236530897580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1139577975371244252006-02-10T05:25:00.000-08:002006-03-02T08:07:03.100-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" alt="My Family Crest" height="36" width="36" /></a> I decided that I needed some time away from the office and to get intimate with the nature of your planet. I can think of no better way to implement intimacy than with duck hunting. So, I loaded up the van, enlisted the services of my trusty, Japanese, duck-hunting dog, 私は憎む (Iha-teyou, pronounced ē<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >'</span>-hä tā-yō) and skeedaddled off to HuntDuckLand. <br><br> My quarry? <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100562461_1996f87612_o.gif" alt="Just Ducky" /> <br><span style="font-size:78%;">You quack me up!</span> <br><br> Simply shooting the poor, dumb beasts with a projectile weapon (of which I have many) would be no challenge at all. And while using the traditional weapon that emits bursts of light only is considerably more difficult to be sure, I hold myself up to higher standards than that. Rather, I utilized a technique perfected by my mother whenever she wanted to get a point across. These foul fowl would meet their <span style="font-style:italic;">ends</span> at the <span style="font-style:italic;">hands</span> of "the <span style="font-weight:bold;">FACE</span>." Yes, whenever I would transgress the boundaries of what my materfamilias would consider acceptable childlike behavior, she would administer "the <span style="font-weight:bold;">FACE</span>" in such generous portions that you would think it was grits. This would immediately reduce me to a simpering, catatonic state, and I would recover several hours later with little remembrance of the event that necessitated a <span style="font-weight:bold;">FACING</span>. <br><br> ...What was I talking about? I guess it doesn't matter. Once "the <span style="font-weight:bold;">FACE</span>" is perfected, it can actually tear the fabric of spacetime. When the poor animal discerns that it is being <span style="font-weight:bold;">FACED</span>, it becomes trapped momentarily: helpless, suspended in the air and surrounded in a white, orthogonal aura. The look of astonishment upon the bird's brow is definitely a point of amusment, as I can tell that Iha-teyou finds it very comical. This lasts for but a split second before the animal careens down into my loyal companion's salivating yapper. That will teach it to fly around not bothering anyone. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/100562462_4eef995e26_o.gif" alt="Mallardy" /> <br><span style="font-size:78%;">Eemos: two. Fowl: zero.</span> <br><br> Before heading home, we set all the ducks free, because I am smitten with emancipation. I'm absolutely idiotic with it. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/candid-camera_09.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-ninja-that-has-everything_13.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-113957797537124425?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1139491596358508372006-02-09T05:26:00.000-08:002006-03-02T08:10:29.403-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Blog"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" alt="My Family Crest" height="36" width="36" /></a> In addition to my knightly duties, I consider myself somewhat of a photographer as well. If you happen upon my flickr block to the right, you will see that I have captured some <span style="font-style: italic;">wonderfully </span>candid shots of some of my friends and coworkers in action. You can see that I've mastered the ideas of framing, headroom and perspective, although I don't necessarily follow the inaccurately named "rule of thirds." Come now. How can something be a rule if there is no consequence of bodily harm for breaking it? No, I prefer my subjects front and center, thank you very much. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/100819429_618bae91dd_o.gif" alt="*Snap*" /> <br><span style="font-size:78%;">My model has redeye reduction. This works well on demons.</span> <br><br> You no doubt recognize them from their various videogame exploits, although most of them seem fairly trite when compared to my adventures. <br><br> Still, there is something to be said for nostalgia, so take a gander or perhaps a goose at my virtual photo album if you should have the time. I've even organized them into friends, foes and myself for easy gandering. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/suicide-bob-ombers_08.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/ducking-responsibility_10.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-113949159635850837?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1139418377745005182006-02-08T09:05:00.000-08:002006-05-01T12:23:25.076-07:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="My Family Crest" /></a>&nbsp;I took a trip across the pond to pay a visit to our friends over at <a href="http://www.rpg-tv.com" title="It's RPGy!">RPG TV</a>. Much like Cato would always keep <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inspector_Jacques_Clouseau" title="Sellers, not Martin">Inspector Clouseau's</a> discernment of his surroundings and possibly-imminent death sharp, I chose to test the spacial awareness of Josh and Seth. Unlike Clouseau, though, I neglected to bring along a snappy soundtrack. <br><img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/110094252_d5c81e5e43_o.gif" alt="Pounce!"><br><span style="font-size:78%">Knock, knock. Panther-gram</span><br><br> Their defenses failed, obviously, but this was not altogether expected. Perhaps over time, their acuity will evolve to a point where they are able to realize things like the addition of a vine in their frontroom from which a first-rate videogame hero could pounce upon them, panther-like. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/crunch-wrap-supreme-let-down_08.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/artful-dodgeball_10.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-113941837774500518?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1139406580898163952006-02-08T05:47:00.000-08:002006-03-02T08:09:38.796-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Blog"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" alt="My Family Crest" height="36" width="36" /></a> Draing's <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/cartoon-violence_07.html" title="Can't we all get along?">expounding</a> has got me thinking about a nasty little enemy that I have encountered countless times and have defeated countless + 1 times. <br><br> I speak, of course, of the Suicide Bob-omber. The concept of blowing one's self to Havana for one's beliefs is not unique to this planet, unfortunately. Unlike here, though, Badaserian suicide bob-ombers know their place. They are utilized for purely defensive means to protect strongholds and the like. This is a very subtle, yet important distinction. Somehow, this just seems nobler... or more noble. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/100559153_040cd124a9_o.gif" alt="Boomy" /> <br><span style="font-size:78%;">He's late for a very important date.</span> <br><br> Also, they are not only very easy to spot given their small, (very literally) bomb-like countenance, but they also have the fortunate tendency of designating their imminent annihilation with a helpful, flashing, warning posture. This allows you to simply pick them up and toss them away with moments to spare. The crafty adventurer might even utilize their incendiary nature for makeshift demolitions; should a wall or say, giant frog impede his or her progress. <br><br> Conversely, I can't think of a single, positive effect produced by your species' version. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/cartoon-violence_07.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/candid-camera_09.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-113940658089816395?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1139318437001957942006-02-07T05:20:00.000-08:002006-03-02T08:08:43.543-08:00<a href='http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217950' title="Sidekick's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/100563249_d005501fb9_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="Draing's Favorite Grade" /></a>&nbsp;Since I'm fictional, I can get away with saying stuff you <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> people can't. So, I have to get some current events stuff off of my chest. Apparently, a certain subset of a group of people are up-in-arms, literally, about a cartoon that depicts the person that they hold most dear as a violent sociopath. <br><br> How does this subset choose to express its rage (with a cartoon)? As usual, the truth is stranger than fiction. This subset decides to commit unadulterated violence against people that have absolutely nothing to do with the thing that irritated them in the first place. That insult being a cartoon just so you don't forget. <br><br> If you miss the irony in this story, I wonder why you're even reading this blog. <br><br> Please, please, <span style="font-style: italic;">please</span> know that I'm not talking about the group, only the subset. I can totally understand being ticked off. I'm sure that any organization would be upset if <span style="font-style: italic;">their</span> head-honcho came under fire. But, come on, don't personify the very thing that has your pretzel in a twist. <br><br> "My sister just called me fat, so I'm going to eat her now!" <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/oeufs-i-did-it-again_06.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/suicide-bob-ombers_08.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-113931843700195794?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375422236530897580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1139238012452880242006-02-06T07:00:00.000-08:002006-03-02T07:59:25.843-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" alt="My Family Crest" height="36" width="36" /></a> Nothing vexes me like the golden honeypot that is the yolk. Why must this meniscus of melodrama mock me? Try as I might to keep the tasty payload in tact, I always invariably wind up tearing the slimy fabric and spilling its warm entrails all over the pan; therefore denying myself the future, decadent soppage with toast. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/100558014_80fb2312a1_o.gif" alt="Eggers!"/> <br><span style="font-size:78%;">Farewell, sweet Yolk.</span> <br><br> Should ever I preserve the flavorful bounty, much like the water strider preserves the surface tension of the lake, my success is far from guaranteed. Oh no. Some infernal distraction such as the invasion of a sovereign nation by the unclean hordes or the doorbell always sequesters my attention away from its intended recipient. I return to the skillet to find such an unwanted thing as a lump of coal in the Christmas stocking: an orange, solid mass of broken dreams. Folly! <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/heritage-place.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/cartoon-violence_07.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-113923801245288024?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1139075351839539522006-02-04T09:42:00.000-08:002006-03-07T13:32:20.833-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217950" title="Sidekick's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/100563249_d005501fb9_o.gif" alt="Draing's Favorite Grade" height="36" width="36" /></a>&nbsp;Welcome to The Adventures of Eemos and Draing. This is a Team Blog about the day-to-day experiences of Eemos Piazza, the videogame character that has come here to Earth. <br><br><img src="http://static.flickr.com/42/100865682_4f0bb8ecca_o.gif" alt="Believe it or not"/><br><span style="font-size:78%">Videogame Hero Evolved</span><br><br> My name is Draing, and I'm his sidekick. You can tell that I'm posting by the "D" that shows up before this post. Since this is a Team Blog, you'll need to pay attention to who's talking. Usually, if you get bored before you finish reading the first sentence, it's most likely an Eemos post. In contrast, I like to get to the pint... point, I mean. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/108791287_41bedf8dc4_o.gif" alt="Collectable Card Games" /><br><span style="font-size:78%">Poker Night at the Fortress</span> <br><br> Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this visual blog of Eemos' exploits with my commentary mixed in from time to time. Feel free to drop <a href="mailto:eemospiazza@yahoo.com">Eemos</a>, <a href="mailto:shadowqueen23@yahoo.com">shadowQueen23</a> or <a href="mailto:draingcork@yahoo.com">myself</a> an e-mail. Or, you can comment on whatever's going on, and we'll do our best to not sound stupid in replying. At least, I will. I don't know if Eemos can help himself. Keep it PG, though. There are kittens watching. <br><br> If you're a new-comer, <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-adventure-alright.html">check out</a> the first post, and hit the next link until you can't take it anymore.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-113907535183953952?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375422236530897580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1139074727631312952006-02-04T09:35:00.000-08:002006-03-16T18:43:20.150-08:00<table width="100%"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/107838349_f94b2e36d9_o.gif"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Hero's Profile"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Eemos</span></a> - The Hero</td></tr> <tr><td>He's the video game hero that has decided to start a blog.</td></tr><tr><td align="center">-</td></tr></tbody></table> <table width="100%"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217950" title="Sidekick's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/107832728_c5d1a655f3_o.gif" alt="Pensive"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217950" title="Sidekick's Profile"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Draing</a> - The Sidekick</span></td></tr> <tr><td>I'm the first guy that Eemos met when he arrived here. Lucky me.</td></tr> <tr><td align="center">-</td></tr></tbody></table> <table width="100%"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/19816362" title="The Queen of Shadows"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/107963602_0c3a202c19_o.gif" alt="Bomb and Kama"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/19816362" title="shadowQueen">shadowQueen23</a> - The Love Interest</td></tr> <tr><td>I don't know how long these two have been seeing each other. It either hasn't been long <span style="font-size:50%;">or she's as thick as he is</span>.</td></tr><tr><td align="center">-</td></tr></tbody></table> <table width="100%"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/emissions-introspection.html" title="Mooser"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/113539129_3be41e6e73_o.gif" alt="Canadian"></a><a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/emissions-introspection.html" title="Mooser">Mooser</a> - The Mount</td></tr> <tr><td>Eemos' gigantic, robotic, ill-tempered, transforming moose is most pleasant when he's asleep. He's also Canadian.</td></tr><tr><td align="center">-</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-113907472763131295?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375422236530897580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1139060060393992642006-02-04T05:32:00.000-08:002006-03-20T07:11:28.916-08:00The list of what I consider to be formidable opponents is both vast and varied. If one is to be a savior, he (or she in these progressive times) needs 2 things. Something to savor... save, I mean, and something to save that thing from. Although savoring your enemy's defeat will most likely ensure continual motivation to rid the world(s) of evil. <br><br> I've had many run-ins with those that are ethically-challenged. In fact, they are so numerous (like ants in the mound) that I feel the need to classify them. My Nemecysts can be corralled into several groups: annoyances, miscreants and deviants. <br><br> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:120%;" >Deviants</span>: <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/full-johnar-eclipse_28.html" title="BCJ">Big Crazy John</a>, <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/coulrophobus-rex_07.html" title="Coulrophobia">Unfunie the Clown</a>, The Pickler, Yoooee, Huge-O The Strongy, Perstephanie, Bananners, Jab, Turbozachtron, Bassman, CMOS (no relation), ADHDam, The Prince of Fresh, Lord Matthew the Hill <br><br> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:120%;">Miscreants</span>: <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/suicide-bob-ombers_08.html" title="Bomba">Suicide Bob-ombers</a>, The Grammar Police, The Librarian (curse her lexicon!), the Right Paddle, Vehicular Man, The Dancing Machine, General Tso and Brad Rangoon, Dump Trucks <br><br> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:120%;">Annoyances</span>: the <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/oeufs-i-did-it-again_06.html" title="Eggony">Yolk</a>, <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/ducking-responsibility_10.html" title="Quackers">ducks</a>, <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/sick-daze.html" title="Uncommon Cold">being sick</a>, <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/vendetta.html" title="Please insert credit">vending machines</a>, The Garage Door Opener That Won't Open Unless the Infernal Car is Right Up Against the Door, So It Makes Little Sense to Even Use It, Subtlety <br><br> Perhaps I will tell you of each of their defeats from time to time (and then link back here accordingly). How I do love order.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-113906006039399264?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1139003692493735172006-02-03T13:54:00.000-08:002006-03-17T11:15:41.316-08:00Within these <span style="font-style: italic;">páginas del Aytchtee Em Mell</span>, I will catalog my past exploits. So, if you ever need a bedtime story for the wee ones, you can recant these texts. <br> <form name="abridgedSelection" method="get" action="http://eemos.blogspot.com"> <h2>Abridged</h2> <select name="abridged"> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-adventure-alright.html">1. It's An Adventure Alright</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html">2. The Adventure Begins!</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/heritage-place.html">3. Heritage Place</option> <!--<option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/these-are-days-of-my-life.html">4. These Are the Days of My Life</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/cadre-you-cadre-me.html">5. Cadre You, Cadre Me</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/lack-of-character.html">6. Lack of Character</option>--> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/oeufs-i-did-it-again_06.html">7. Oeufs, I Did It Again</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/cartoon-violence_07.html">8. Cartoon Violence</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/suicide-bob-ombers_08.html">9. Suicide Bob-ombers</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/candid-camera_09.html">10. Candid Camera</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/ducking-responsibility_10.html">11. Ducking Responsibility</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-ninja-that-has-everything_13.html">12. ...For The Ninja That Has Everything</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-not-badgers_14.html">13. It's NOT Badgers</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-language-my-prey_15.html">14. My Language, My Prey</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/best-friends-forever.html">15. Best Friends Forever?</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-limp-ics.html">16. Oh-Limp-Ics</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/pitfallen-and-i-cant-get-up.html">17. Pitfallen, and I Can't Get Up</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-pun-intended.html">18. No Pun Intended</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/apparently-eemos-has-bad-case-of-jimmy.html">19. Bad Case of Jimmies</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/sick-daze.html">20. Sick Daze</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/plus-cest-la-mme-chose.html">21. Plus C'est la Même Chose</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/trading-spaces_27.html">22. Trading Spaces</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/full-johnar-eclipse.html">23. A Full Johnar Eclipse</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/fat-twosday.html">24. Fat Twosday</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/sickness-self-inflicted_02.html">25. Sickness, Self-Inflicted </option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/indigestation.html">26. Indigestation</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/guests-trip_06.html">27. Guest's Trip</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/coulrophobus-rex_07.html">28. Coulrophobus Rex</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/crunch-wrap-supreme-let-down_08.html">29. Crunch Wrap Supreme Letdown</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/incoming-rpg-tv.html">30. Incoming RPG-TV</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/artful-dodgeball_10.html">31. Artful Dodgeball</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/house-enceladus_13.html">32. House Enceladus</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/emissions-introspection.html">33. Emissions Introspection</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/cootie-pie.html">34. Cootie Pie</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/decay-mortis-rigor-vexation.html">35. <span style="font-weight:bold;">D</span>ecay, <span style="font-weight:bold;">M</span>ortis-Rigor, <span style="font-weight:bold;">V</span>exation</option> <option value="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/taking-dump-truck.html">36. Taking a Dump Truck</option> </select> <br><br> <input type="image" name="Submit" value="Submit" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/102392780_bea9e8f820_o.gif" alt="Engage!" onClick="document.abridgedSelection.action=document.abridgedSelection.abridged.value;"> </form> <br> <form name="googleSearch" method="get" action="http://www.google.com/custom"> <h2>Searchmatron</h2> Inquiry? <input type="text" name="q" size="31" maxlength="255" value=""></input><br> <input type="radio" name="sitesearch" value=""></input>Web<br> <input type="radio" name="sitesearch" value="eemos.blogspot.com" checked="checked"></input>eemos.blogspot.com<br> <input type="hidden" name="domains" value="eemos.blogspot.com"></input> <input type="image" name="sa" value="Submit" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/102392780_bea9e8f820_o.gif"></input> </form> <br> <h2>Chapters</h2> I. <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_eemos_archive.html" title="Prologue">Prologue</a> (01-29-2006) - <span style="font-style: italic;">Nothing Worth Doing Is Easy</span>. I am bEarth'ed. <br><a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-adventure-alright.html" title="Adventure">Monday</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="Heroics">Tuesday</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/heritage-place.html" title="Heritage">Wednesday</a><!-- | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/these-are-days-of-my-life.html" title="Archives">Friday</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/cadre-you-cadre-me.html" title="Nemecysts">Friday II</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/lack-of-character.html" title="Characters">Saturday</a> --> <p align="center">-</p> <br> II. <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_eemos_archive.html" title="Meet the Characters">Characterization</a> (02-05-2006) - <span style="font-style: italic;">Witty Week Title</span>. This was what some people would call a fluff week. <br> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/oeufs-i-did-it-again_06.html" title="Eggs">Monday</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/cartoon-violence_07.html" title="Commentary">Tuesday</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/suicide-bob-ombers_08.html" title="Bomba">Wednesday</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/candid-camera_09.html" title="Say Cheese">Thursday</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/ducking-responsibility_10.html" title="Duck Hunt">Friday</a> <p align="center">-</p> <br> III. <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_eemos_archive.html" title="Valentine's DayWeek">L'amour</a> (02-12-2006) - <span style="font-style: italic;">If Loving Me Is Wrong, Right Is Stupid</span>. Valentine Tales <br> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-ninja-that-has-everything_13.html" title="Ninja!">Monday</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-not-badgers_14.html" title="Stuffed Animal">St. Made Up Holiday Day</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-language-my-prey_15.html" title="Language Aquisition">Wednesday</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/best-friends-forever.html" title="BFF">Thursday</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-limp-ics.html" title="Winter Oh-limp-ics">Friday</a> <p align="center">-</p> <br> IV. <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006_02_19_eemos_archive.html" title="Ah-chew">Down With The Sickness</a> (02-19-2006) - <span style="font-style: italic;">These Are Not The 'Roids You're Looking For</span>. Eemos goes on bedrest and gets memed.<br> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/pitfallen-and-i-cant-get-up.html" title="Scorpions!">Monday</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-pun-intended.html" title="Punny">Wednesday</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/apparently-eemos-has-bad-case-of-jimmy.html" title="Jimmies!">Wednesday II</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/sick-daze.html" title="Sick Daze">Thursday</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/plus-cest-la-mme-chose.html" title="Memed">Friday</a> <p align="center">-</p> <br> V. <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006_02_26_eemos_archive.html" title="UFC">Mardi Gras-ful</a> (02-26-2006) - <span style="font-style: italic;">You Do Not Truly Know Someone Until You Fight Them</span>. Eemos battles the Big Crazy John, and the whole crew partakes of some Mardi Graction.<br> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/trading-spaces_27.html" title="Arrival">Monday</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/full-johnar-eclipse.html" title="Conflict">Debauchery Day</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/fat-twosday.html" title="Celebration">Wednesday</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/sickness-self-inflicted_02.html" title="Pennance">Thursday</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/indigestation.html" title="Retrospection">Friday</a> <p align="center">-</p> <br> VI. <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006_03_05_eemos_archive.html" title="UFC">Super Friends</a> (03-05-2006) - <span style="font-style: italic;">What We Do In Life Echoes in Eternia</span>. Draing gets some face-time, <a href="http://www.rpg-tv.com">Josh and Seth</a> get their comeuppance and the #1 Superfan gets introduced.<br> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/guests-trip_06.html" title="Technicolor">Lunes</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/coulrophobus-rex_07.html" title="Clowing Around">Martes</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/crunch-wrap-supreme-let-down_08.html" title="Our first Review">Miércoles</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/incoming-rpg-tv.html" title="Super Fan!">Huevos</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/artful-dodgeball_10.html" title="Spherical Pain">Viernes</a> <p align="center">-</p> <br> VII. <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006_03_12_eemos_archive.html" title="Mooser">When Moosers Attack</a> (03-12-2006) - <span style="font-style: italic;">We Sweep the Leg</span>. Mooser is loos'ed upon the world.<br> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/house-enceladus_13.html" title="House Salad">Lundi</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/emissions-introspection.html" title="Moosernal Emissions">Mardi</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/cootie-pie.html" title="Cooties">Mercredi</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/decay-mortis-rigor-vexation.html" title="Line Number">Jeudi</a> | <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/03/taking-dump-truck.html" title="Dumpy">St. Binge Drinking Day</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-113900369249373517?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1139000416883102462006-02-03T12:56:00.000-08:002006-03-03T06:10:48.753-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="My Family Crest" /></a>&nbsp;Many people ask me. "Eemos, could you please remove your foot from my trachea?" Wait, no, that seems paradoxical somehow. <br><br> What I meant to say was that I have been asked about my lineage many times. From whence did I come? To whence shant thou be'est going'd? My family name, Piazza, implies an Italian heritage. But, this is a ruse. If you simply, as they say, "<a href="profile/18209081">click</a>" my profile, you will see that I hail from the fertile plains of Badasery. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/106602787_bd4a9388c0_o.gif" alt="Shieldy"><br><span style="font-size:75%">My coat of arms... and writing utensils</span> <br><br> This wonderful land, stinking with damsels in distress and insane dictators whom laugh when they should be turning around, is found upon my home planet of World 1-2... This World, which directly succeeds the much less savage, yet frightfully dull World 1-1, is the cradle of my making. I very much look forward to my return to the motherland, once my videogame deeds here have been completed. I can only hope that upon my homecoming, I find it unspoiled and un-burned-to-ash. The propensity of any given hero's homeland to find itself ruined either after or directly preceding said hero's departure is not lost on this wayward adventurer; I assure you. I have left it in the more than capable hands of my sidekick, Turde. He always makes me laugh. Ah, Turde... Not that Draing isn't wonderful as a sidekick here on Earth, of course. <br><br> It may surprise you to know that many of the accounts found in your electronic, interactive leisure-stories are actually reenactments of my spoils in Badasery. One only need to journey to one's local <i>Videoteca</i> to chance upon any one of a hundred of my valiant tales in convenient cartridge or DVD form. <br> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/106625796_53b17460a7_o.gif" alt="Sho-Ryu-Division!"><br><span style="font-size:75%">Can you defeat my Tiger Derivation Style?</span> <br> <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/oeufs-i-did-it-again_06.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-113900041688310246?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1138997166832450742006-02-03T12:05:00.000-08:002006-03-02T07:57:15.573-08:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209081" title="Eemos' Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/100563251_48b55042dd_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="My Family Crest" /></a>&nbsp;My brother-in-law presented to me this wonderful <span style="font-style: italic;">magical-mirror</span> with which I am now communicating with you, the fortunate voyeur. I have found that scribing the details of my various heroic exploits to be as invigorating as committing the deeds themselves! How cyclic! <img src="http://static.flickr.com/42/100865682_4f0bb8ecca_o.gif" alt="Portrait of a Hero/Winner"/><br> <span style="font-size:78%;">I am giving humanity the "thumbs up!"</span> <br><br> "But, Eemos," one might ask, "Why should I tune my IntraWeb Exploring Apparatus to your <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="Hero's Blog">particular dimension</a> of the ManaSpace?” <br><br> The answer, insolent one, is that I am more exciting than you are. At times, I am a colonial Space Marine. I philander with the occasional ninja assassination. Oft-times, I rescue not only the princess but also the occasional, effeminate prince. And, all of these particular acts occurred before my 15th year. <br><br> Fortunately for you, many enterprising individuals have made it the lamentable purpose in their lives to catalog <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> life in the form of <span style="font-style: italic;">Video Games</span>. Oh ho! How I chortle at the thought of my enterprises being considered leisure! As experiencing my life would indeed be hazardous to these videogame practitioners, or as I refer to them… dorks, the experience <span style="font-weight: bold;">must</span> be abstracted. <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-adventure-alright.html" title="The PAST!">Previous</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/heritage-place.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-113899716683245074?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047934276746030747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918496.post-1138997016116751832006-02-03T12:02:00.000-08:002006-03-10T07:27:15.190-08:00<a href='http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217950' title="Draing's Profile"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/100563249_d005501fb9_o.gif" width="36" height="36" alt="Draing's Favorite Grade" /></a>&nbsp;Hi. My name is Draing (pronounced <i>Dreh<b>’</b>-nj</i>). I’m Eemos’(pronounced <i>jûrk</i>) sidekick. I can say stuff in 5 words or less. Since, I maintain this blog, the thing’s going to be called The Adventures of Eemos and Draing. Thanks. <table padding="0" celspacing="0" border="0"><tbody><tr><td> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/100560491_ed45e1c222_o.gif" alt="Everyone's favorite plumber" border="0" /></td> <td>Here's a sketch of one of my childhood pals.</td></tr> <tr align="left"><td colspan="2"><span style="font-size:78%;">It's a-me! Copyright infringement!</span> </td></tr></tbody></table> <table border="0" width="100%"><tr><td align="center"> <span style="font-size:80%"> <a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="...and so it begins">Prologue</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure-begins_03.html" title="The FUTURE!">Next</a>&nbsp;|&nbsp;<a href="http://eemos.blogspot.com" title="The PRESENT!">Current</a> </span> </td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21918496-113899701611675183?l=eemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375422236530897580noreply@blogger.com2