| an exerpt from "attack of the killer robot zombies" |
[Sep. 19th, 2007|12:02 am] |
valued readers, I treat you with an exciting paragraph (or more!) of my work in progress, attack of the killer robot zombies.
Our robot hero, Damien Dillenger, is in an alley (what was he doing there?) and finds himself surrounded by a violent gang of teenage delinquents.
ahem.
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...He stopped and turned sideways so he could see all of the kids at once. They all moved closer.
The tallest one, with sunglasses, broke the silence.
“Whatsamatter, Neo? Morpheus hasn’t taught you Karate yet? Or did the agents outlaw that?”
Great, I’m about to get beat up by a gang of classic movie aficionados.
A decade or more after the Robot Citizen Act was introduced, and wealthy investors began to have replica robots of themselves commissioned and built, government regulations were introduced to keep robots within the physical capabilities of an average human. All robots were built with softer polymer tissues and rods, and prohibited from having dangerous peripheral software added to their systems: lethal forms of combat were outlawed, mostly under pressure from wary citizens, and in response to some incidents of deadly robot assault. In the case of robots built by MasterBot Industries, peripheral software was always easy to detect, identify, and remove if it was in violation of software standards. Damien Dillenger, however, was unique. His was the first human intelligence to be duplicated by robot technology, and his robot self was the first work of art created by Marvin Minsky. For a price that would make the richest men of the world tremble, the late Damien Dillenger had requested a number of custom improvements to the infinitely complicated blueprints of his brain. No government program would ever detect that stored in his memory alongside happy recollections of childhood games, next to his naturally learned ability to get dressed and make dinner and hold a business conference on the internet, Damien had the ability to solve complicated mathematical algorithms, tie and untie all known knots, fold an origami swan, and kill a man in over 500 different ways. |
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| new life rule: |
[Aug. 17th, 2007|11:43 pm] |
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when my main form of intellectual stimulation at my job is memorizing addresses (including IP addresses) I need to get a new job. |
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| name that character! the game! |
[Jul. 31st, 2007|11:27 pm] |
so as you should know by now, I'm writing a short story called "attack of the killer robot zombies"
most of the character names use alliteration, and so far I've named a good number of characters and minor characters, but this one name I'm kinda stuck on. This character is very important to the story, so I want to make sure I get this right. His first name is Damien, but he doesn't have a last name yet.
current names are:
warren willegar
bill benson
nancy the newsbot
dan petersen and his wife, peggy petersen
their son, patrick petersen
marvin minsky
andrew acheson
post suggestions here, and if I can't think of anything better I will take the best one.
thank you and god bless |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 21st, 2007|12:27 pm] |
Your Score: Sad Cookie Cat 52% Affectionate, 30% Excitable, 62% Hungry
You are the classic Shakespearian tragedy of the lolcat universe. The sad story of a baking a cookie, succumbing to gluttony, and in turn consuming the very cookie that was to be offered. Bad grammar ensues.
To see all possible results, checka dis.
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| quote of the day |
[Jul. 15th, 2007|12:37 am] |
"ejaculatory. that has to be the best way to put down another person's artistic efforts."
-my roommate, pohan |
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| COMING SOON |
[Jul. 13th, 2007|11:15 pm] |
This Fall, MacPhearsome Publications Proudly Prepares to Present:
a new short story by dan mckerricher...
a story that captures the human struggle: a story about our prejudices, our insecurities, our doubts, and our constant struggle with a complicated world changing too rapidly for us to adapt.
ATTACK OF THE KILLER ROBOT ZOMBIES! |
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| my friends wedding |
[Jul. 11th, 2007|08:37 pm] |
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so I ended up going to the hospital instead of being the best man at my friends wedding, because I took a Tylenol 3 and almost died from some strange reaction to codeine.
I made it to the reception, however, and it was awesome. I went straight from the hospital to the reception, dressed in the same jeans and t-shirt that I had thrown up in that morning. I tell you, sitting at the table of honour at a wedding, dressed casual when everybody else is dressed in tuxedos and whatnot, is really strange.
I also hadn't shaved for a week, so I had that really gross chocolate milk mustache, and I screwed up my friends speech, meaning I didn't have one ready so I made it up on the spot and it didn't work out so well.
But it's okay, because I definitely got a picture with 4 well-dressed people making nice wedding smiles at the camera in their tuxedos and dresses, and me in my vomitty t-shirt, jumping in front of the camera with the dorky smile and the good 'ole double thumbs up!
definitely worth it. |
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| does anybody read this? |
[Jun. 6th, 2007|11:04 pm] |
before I go and start updating this blog, I should check to see if I have any readers.
So post here if you read my blog.
People who live in the same house as me need not apply. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 2nd, 2007|04:31 am] |
sometimes the only way to get something done is to smoke a lot of pot
just sayin' |
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| a haiku |
[Mar. 16th, 2007|03:26 am] |
coasting...
...must stop...
coasting through life...
haha you suckers thought that was gonna be a haiku |
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| fudge! |
[Mar. 8th, 2007|06:29 pm] |
yesterday sucked so bad.
I had to send an email to my english prof trying to apologize for being weeks behind on my work and missing a bunch of classes, and I had a french essay to write (and I had no idea how to start it), and I was out of food.
then today I did my essay with NO problems (I was really into it by the end), and then my english teacher sent back an email saying not to worry about it, and THEN I went to town and bought a pound of fudge
AND THEN THEY GAVE ME ANOTHER HALF POUND FOR FREE :D |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 12th, 2007|11:40 pm] |
so I watched a movie with engineers last night.
vicious bunch. they kept on making fun of me for being in arts.
I have a strategy for next time...
I figure if I just talk quickly and metaphorically, I might be able to keep them confused long enough to sneak out the door before they have time to come back with a comment about how they can do more difficult math. |
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| apparently, |
[Jan. 18th, 2007|12:38 pm] |
apparently, the weather gods read livejournal.
it started snowing this morning, just hours after my plea. Now it won't stop snowing.
I don't know if I'll make it into town today to pick up my skis from the bus depot.
Oh gods of snow, why must you mock me so? |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 18th, 2007|12:13 am] |
Dear Weather-Gods
I want some snow, goddamnit. Either give us some snow, or some rain to clean away this filth that you call 'ice'. |
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| todays gem of a quote |
[Jan. 14th, 2007|08:06 pm] |
from my friend, levi:
"I don't believe in gravity. I believe in intelligent falling" |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 11th, 2007|12:26 am] |
I'm really looking forward to getting my baritone saxaphone up here.
And I'm sure that the whole floor is looking forward to hearing what an uninformed standerby would guess to be a cow being beaten to death with a sack of cats. |
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| A Petition for the Residents of Similkameen |
[Jan. 10th, 2007|10:43 am] |
Dear Residents,
It has come to the attention of some certain residents, that not all of your counseling needs are being met by your local Resident Advisors.
It has been proven in medical studies that back-rubs dramatically increase the effectiveness of counseling sessions*. Your Resident Advisors (henceforth, “RA’s” or “Redcoats”) do not offer these services as part of their current counseling methods.
It is commonly held knowledge that student life is a very difficult lifestyle, with constant trials and tribulations that many find overwhelming. How seriously do the RA’s take our mental health? If they were truly committed to student issues, they would offer the service of backrubs to the general Similkameen student population.
We, the undersigned residents of Similkameen, demand the immediate implementation of the “Redcoat Rub,” as we would prefer to call it.
*we don’t have documentation of these studies, but we are reasonably certain that some such study has been conducted and that the results were conclusive.
We have fifteen signatures so far.
Fourteen if you don't count the forged one. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 3rd, 2006|03:42 am] |
So, livejournal.
Uh... I guess I should keep updating? -cautious look at marc- |
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