New Pictures (Recent Events, Part I)

I have hand-drawn pictures that I will post in the near future, but for now, these Photoshop pics will do.

LONG TIME NO POST!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

It seems like it's been forEVER since I've posted ANYTHING on this blog.

NATHAN DECREE #71:

I shall start posting once again!!!!

Be back soon!

YAY!

My Toenail

...has fallen off.

You see, Hayden managed, somehow, weighing only about 60 lbs., stepped on my toe last week, and bruised it. My mother, who is deathly afraid of feet, told me my toenail was going to fall out. Following that, she shuddered in disgust.

It was very loose. I won't mention the details, but it was pretty nasty every time I squeezed my toe.

I limped around on a bruised toe for about a week, and then, last night, my toenail fell out.

My mother will have nightmares for years to come.

P.S. CHECK MY FACEBOOK WALL FOR PICTURES IN THE NEAR FUTURE...

Music

Music is something that my brain just likes.

Don't ask me why, unless you're willing to pay for my brain scan.

I just like it.

Perhaps it's because my dad loves it.

Perhaps all of those years listening to Depeche Mode and "Head Like a Hole" by Nine Inch Nails have stimulated my neurons to like music.

I don't know.

I just like it.

But I don't like one kind of music over another.

Actually, I like all types of music over rap.

Rap is just stupid.

I don't like it.

At all.

Seriously.

ANYWAYS...

Music is an art. I've always been drawn to art of all kinds. Particularly sketching, painting, and music.

Music is probably number two next to sketching. I really enjoy sketching.

But back to music. Music is one of my favorite kinds of expressions. Through the different layers and textures, one can create an amazing song that reflects one's own personal views OR shows off their compositional skills.

Whatever.

Either way, I love music.

If I wasn't afraid of becoming a superbly talented yet psycho musician who ends up dying a horrible death, I would become a musician. I would like to break the mold of the typical music style of today and create something that people ACTUALLY LIKE, IS GOOD, AND IS POPULAR. People don't REALLY like rap and hip-hop. They just want to fit in with everybody else.

However, I don't expect to become a musician any time soon.

If Elmo Ruled the World...

• Mr. Noodle would be his henchman
• Elmo would use his crayon to tag famous buildings with his name
• the "Elmo's World" segment on Sesame Street would send the other puppets a-packin'
• the Cookie Monster would eat more cookies
  
• Big Bird would work at an 80's style hair salon
• Ernie would pursue his love for rubber duckies and work in a factory
• Bert would send daily complaints to Quaker oatmeal
• Count von Count would be a blood-sucking math teacher in West L.A.
• Oscar would continue his current lifestyle
• Snuffleupagus would work in the back at Bird Bird's salon
• Grover would just disappear from modern society, attempt a rebellion, and fail
• Kermit would continue work with the Muppets (lucky...)
  

• Sparta would be the capital of the world

Life would stink. For everyone.

Super-Nate: GOOD or EVIL?

Wayneman has an alter-ego, so why can't I have one?

Of course, the first thing one should ask while creating an alter ego is: What am I like in real life?

A picture says a thousand words:


There. Step one completed. Step two: good or eeeeeeevilll?

Let's try "good" first.

Step three: what type of super?

How about an everyday hero? Nato Seal: protecting your country with guns and explosives. Yeah, this guy's using grenades.

What about a beefed up version of that?
Nater Chief: blowing up aliens to make your world a better place.

How about a typical super hero?
Snider-Man: using his webs of justice to fight crime.

Or what about the freakingly awesome robo-hero?

Nato Man: using super awesome technology to save the world.

Or what about the tortured, uncontrollable beefy dude?
The Incredible Nulk: destroying your city and then the bad guys, 'cause he's one angry dude.

Or maybe the wise old mentor who's really awesome when he's not talking in riddles?
Nyoda: using the Force to be really short, yet somehow awesome.

Let's go back to step 2, except, let's say I chose EEEEEEEEVILLLLL!

Now, what type of evil?

Maybe the brooding dude who only has two lines involving the word "Master," but who knows all sorts of cool ninja skills?
Darth Naul: saying "Master," "revenge," and "OUCH I JUST GOT CUT IN HALF" alot, and having awesome horns, facepaint, and ninja skils.

Or what about the guy who gets manipulated into becoming evil?
Darth Natotater: saying "I am your father," and "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" alot. Oh, and wearing a helmet.

Or maybe the mastermind behind all of the evilness?
Darth Natious: manipulating people. And saying "no...no...NO...YOU WILL DIE!" and "UNLIMITED POWAHHHH!" alot.





So many choices.

On the Topic of the New Word Verifications

The word verifs have become increasingly more word-like as of late. I am here to reveal the definitions of these verifications for those of you bamboozled by what the word "bunogam" means, as all of the following are real words. Fun Fact: Did you know that the word "gullible" isn't in the dictionary?

1. falankst (fuh-lanxst)

n. complete anxst; teenager-ness

2. jactin (jack-tin)

n. a tin can in which all described as a donkey (see J) are placed

3. villmos (vill-mose)

n. the emotion that prompts villainy

4. reticl (ret-ick-uhl)

n. an aiming device

5. tyliv (tie-livv)

n. what keeps you alive in a situation where you should, by all means, be DEAD

6. innkism (in-kiz-m)

n. a statement one would hear in an inn

7. crousen (croo-zin)

n. going fast

8. Carfodepp (kar-foe-depp)

n. Johnny Depp’s car of choice

9. ineati (in-ee-tee)

Adj. being in Steven Spielberg’s “E.T.: The Extraterrestrial”

10. affal (ahh-full)

Adj. full of “AHHHH!”

11. ocisms (oh-sizz-ums)

n. an expression used in da ‘hood

12. imphogod (im-foe-god)

n. what someone in da ‘hood says to describe someone with a lot of knowledge

13. Iniantli (in-ee-ant-lee)

n. a city located in anthill #287694-F, Africa

14. inting (ent-ing)

v. taking four hours to say “hello” in Entish

15. kaimit (kie-mitt) or (kay-mitt)

v. to make a commitment in da ‘hood

16. iMaker (eye-may-kurr)

n. Apple’s new program with which people make things

17. bucul (boo-cool)

n. the African way of saying “be cool”

18. Phroure (frow-er)

n. a shower that comes with a free Philly cheese steak sandwich

19. uneudeas (you-new-dee-uhss)

n. the dyslexic way of saying “new ideas”

20. Muslya (mooz-lee-uh)

n. the land of the Muslims

21. enoide (ee-noyd)

Adj. annoyed over the internet

22. ingnon (eeng-non)

n. a Chinese term of endearment

23. dingerb (deeng-erb)

n. a plant that dings when you shove it up your nose

24. shall (shall)

n. will in the future

25. thnen (thuh-nen)

n. the Elvish term for “did you see that freaking jerk just cut me off”

26. choshom (choe-shahm)

n. Native American term for the above statement, plus: “get ready to eat my dust, you moron”

27. fusheces (foo-she-sees)

n. the African term for the scientific term for intestinal excretions

Copyright © 2009 Merriam-Webster, Inc.

I am officially desperate for video games.

I have reverted to and beaten Amber: Journeys Beyond in three days of play. This Windows 95 PC game has amazing graphics, even for our time, but most of the time, nothing moves. I repeat:

YOU CANNOT INTERACT WITH MOVING OBJECTS.

So, basically, its about you going to check on Roxy, a paranormal scientist, who lives at an old house because of its reputation for being haunted. When you arrive at the house IN A CUTSCENE, a giggling water apparition drives you into the freaking lake. Somehow, you start off on dry land, with the car still in the water. Roxy's in the garage, hooked up to a psychedelic ghost-world headset, unconcious, and, apparently, you have to send ghosts into the freaking beyond JUST TO TURN OFF THE HEADSET.

From then on it's future technology according to 1996, ghostie spooks, rooms flooding as you watch through a surveillance camera, but being perfectly dry when you click your way up the stairs and into it, using weed killer that completely pixel-dissolves weeds in, like, 2 frames, cheating by looking up a walkthrough online because you can't figure out what THE HECK to do with a radio that blares 1940's music...

And then dying.

And then basically being told to get the heck out of the beyond, and being told the password to Roxy's computer before you go (are all ghosts good hackers?).

And then using the computer to get the headset ready to shut off.

And then sticking the new, even more psychedelic headset you've been using on Roxy's old one, sprinting out of the garage (CUTSCENE), then watching the garage blow up with Roxy in it.

And then she walks out of the smoke unscathed (Roxy was filmed for this... cheaters.), and asks you where you parked the freaking car.

THE END.

TAH DAH!

FIN.

HAVE A NICE REST OF YOUR LIFE BEING UNSATISFIED WITH THE ENDING OF A GAME YOU WORKED YOUR BUTT OFF TO FINISH.

Woopity-freakin'-doo.

Twi-Wipe

Why?

Why?!

WHY?!!

My mother is a Twie-hard, a Fanpire. I will rue the day that all four books are neatly placed on our bookshelf next to the Harry Potter series.

First I'm denied a Harry Potter movie, now THIS? How ironic that the series I dislike the most is placed next to my favorite, and by my own mother, who has read the first two volumes and is currently reading Eclipse, and has seen the Twilight movie. Why, I ask, is it, that every single girl and gay boy has read the entire series and seen the movie? WHY?

ARGH.

If all the toilet paper in the world was burned and could not be replenished...

wait. Scratch that.

If there was no toilet paper in the house, I would...

wait. Scratch that.

I use Twilight as toilet paper.

Frickin' sparkly vampires.