Wednesday, March 16, 2011

sugar sugar
sugar sugar is a strategic game where you have to draw lines directing "sugar" into some mugs. in the beginning levels their is only one color. After level 7 or so you then get two colors. the sugar has to go through a filter to go in the cup. however only the color of the mug sugar can be used to fill it up. on level five i think it gives you a button that changes the gravity.

      i find this game incredibly boring considering you have to wait for enough sugar to come out, i do not recommend it unless you are into long puzzle type games.

Monday, March 14, 2011

i stunt 2

just a quick review of this game but its not bad. its a good sports game for people that like that kind of stuff. I personally like action and strategy games. but it is a fresh new idea from what I've played before. 4 out of 5

Friday, March 11, 2011

japan tsunami

well you've obviously already heard about the Japanese tsunami and if you haven't, well watch some news TV man. but ya, i feel sorry for the people that lost loved ones my prayers go out to you and I hope everyone ells is prayers do too.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

one week lyrics by the bare naked ladies, this is the best song ever

It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry
Five days since you laughed at me saying
Get that together come back and see me
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault but couldn't tell you
Yesterday, you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry

Hold it now and watch the hood wink
As I make you stop think
You'll think you're looking at aqua man
I summon fish to the dish although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the Sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like Wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like Leann Rimes
Because I'm all about value
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits
You try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinkin' achin' shake
I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavors
Gotta see the show 'cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
'Cause it's so dangerous
You'll have to sign a waiver

How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy
Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon
Yesterday, you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry

Chickity China of the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin' X files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
I hope the smoking man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic
Like Sting I'm Tantric
Like snickers guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurasawa I make mad films
Okay, I don't make films
But if I did they'd have a Samurai
Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so my irons aren't always flying off the back swing
Gotta get in tune with sailor moon
'Cause the cartoon has got the boom Anime Babes
That make me think the wrong thing

How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides and said I'm sorry
Five days since I laughed at you and said
You just did just what I thought you were gonna do
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame
But what could we do?
Yesterday, you just smiled at me
'Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry

It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
Birch mount stadium, home of the Robbie


Emit ruoy detsiaw tsuj I ahahahahawm

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

rock paper sisscors strategies

Rock, Paper, Scissors: Game Theory in Everyday Life
The Official Rock Paper Scissors Strategy GuideNEVER PLAY THE SAME HAND TWICE, AND THEY WILL NEVER PLAY THE SAME HAND TWICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rock, Paper, ScissorsThe fact of the matter is that most people like to stay what the saying goes, you go rock (rock as a hand) paper (rock) scissors (rock) most people stay rock, so you always want to open with paper. but if your playing someone who is good they will anticipate this move so you have to counter with rock. because they'll play scissors.  if you win threw paper expect them to play anything but rock, if they are more intelligent they will play paper if they're less intelligent they will play  scissors, which you must then decide to either play paper or scissors, or you could always choose the safe position of scissors, in which you will either win or it will be a stalemate for that round. since you had just played probally scissors and they either stalemated or lost you can expect them to play rock, in which you will play paper, the only down side to this is that if they are smart they will play the same thing twice resulting in you losing once. by this time the score should be at a minimum 2-1 in favor of you, now everyhand has been played so the  above stated rule no longer applies, you must now take whatever they played last and play it unless they played scissors last, because then you would be playing scissors and the easiest hand to make is rock so they will automatically go to that position. if you havnt one by know you must make one final move, and that is paper, for the above stated rule the mind automatically goes to the easiest position, which is always rock or paper.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011


love is long term
love is short term
love is the way I feel towards you
love is how the world knows what to do
love brings nations and people together
love is a thing spared from none
love is the way two magnets of opposite poles are attracted
love is how the world should be viewed
love is the affection caused when one sees the most beautiful being ever
love is the way I see you
love is how the world goes round
love is the savior against pure evil
love is wonderful
love is never consistent
love is my driving force
whats yours?Other People's Love Letters: 150 Letters You Were Never Meant to See
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Monday, March 7, 2011

couple of answers to questions on to kill a mockingbird

1. American naturalism. when considering that american naturilism is characterized by man abusing other men (racism) oppresion of other races and lower classes (racism) open description of previosly taboo subject matter. All of these topics are fufilled throughout the book. men abusing other men, atticus says it himself when making his final statment. he makes it very clear that the first few witnesses, the ewells testified on the complete confidence that the jurey would take their word over the negro tomrobinson in court. this also applies to the second theme. and then their is the open pages of description of the supposed rape according to the ewells. and then in the final few chapters it disccuses murder with out a single flinch.

2. racismim is one of the those fundemental things you are either taught about not taught or avidly taught against it as a child. so if one child is taught that racism is correct s/he will teach their children, and until they learn otherwise they believe its correct and will continue to repreduce chldren who will live in the dark. on the other hand however if your taught as a child proactivley that racism is bad and all humans ar4e egual then you will practively try to tell others the error of their ways. so far those who have been taught that it is an illogical and incorrect way of thinking have prevailed and since the end of segregation we have come so far as to have almost no cases of racism. however there wil always be the extremists who will not budge on their positions at all. i believe that their is no way to end racism because men will always see those of the same race and will trust those of other races less. however we have come very far so far that we barely recognize or steryotype others of a different race. and raciism is not strictly against blacks, and there is no such thing as reverse racism, while people still think those two things are true there will always be to much racism.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

once in a blue moon (my english short story)

    Wow I think to myself. I notice the roof crushing the heavy duty cell door. I just woke up, to a large thud. I squeeze myself out of the gap created due to the heavy three feet of concrete and steel falling on the steel cell door. As I get out I look around; there is a lot of cement and a few dead guards that were smashed by some cinderblocks that must have fallen. Rocks block the doorway to freedom on the left, so I begin to take myself down the right hand passage. Moving toward the end of the hall, I notice another cracked cell door like mine on the far wall. As I peer into it, I notice my friend Fujimoto Izumi in the cell lying unconscious. My footsteps take me over to her body.
    “Fujimoto!” I yell at her unconscious body. I notice some water next to her in a cup. I throw the water on her,and she wakes up.
    “Who are you?” she screams in astonishment. “Wait, is that really you, Yamashita?”
    “Yes, it is me.” I say. She jumps up and hugs me to death.
    “Wait, how did you get out of your cell, and why is my cell door smashed?” she asks inquisitively.
    I reply, “I don’t know, but I believe it may have had something to do with a very large earthquake.” I then instantly notice the trickle of water coming from the corner of her cell. “Do you remember when we first came here?” I ask.
    “No?” she responds.
   “Do you remember taking a submarine to get here? I think we are underwater and this facility has a crack in it. we need to leave before it fills up with water.” I state while pointing at the trickle of water. “Let’s go.” We instantly begin to move. Due to the fact of the other hall
being blocked, there is only one route to take. As we continue on, there are luckily no major obstructions. The hall continues to go one way and has no tributaries to its course. Eventually we enter a circular glass structure. Up above us we notice that we are only 300 meters or so from the surface and to the left of us maybe 300 meters away from a land mass. As we go down the glass structure, it abruptly turns into stairs at a 45 degree angle upwards. Then suddenly we come upon a room; again cement and it is leaking.
    “Wait Fujimoto, is that a submarine?” I ask while pointing to the opposite end of the thirty square foot room,
    “Why yes Yamashita,” she states “it is a submarine. Do you think you can maneuver it up to the surface?” Fujimoto asks me.
    “I don’t know if I can.” I simply state. “But due to the condition of this place I think I better try.” I reported to my partner in crime and long time friend as I look around the room and back down the hallway that we have spent 4 years of our life in. I walk over and look at the area that contains the small four person submarine. I look around trying to figure out how I will get the submarine out of this dreaded place. Then I see it; the floor opens as the submarine is suspended from a crane. Luckily for us, the crane is already attached. “Fujimoto see the crane. It suspends the submarine as the floor moves out and then lowers it down into the water.”
    “Yeah, I see it. What about it?” she asks in a quizzical manner.
    “We have to have a person to operate the floor and the crane if we want to get this  submarine out of here.” I stated. We both sit in thought trying to figure out a way to get it to work, because this is our only way out.
    “Wait Fujimoto, could we take the dead guard's body over there next to the buttons and have him hold them both down?” I state in an epiphany of ecstatic joy.
    “Would that work?” she poses to me with her cautionary attitude.
    “I don’t know but it’s at least something to try. Go get in the submarine. Ill run over there as soon as I get it hooked. Up leave the top open for me.” I replied.
    “Ok we’ll try it.” She says indignantly as she saunters over to the life vessel for us. As soon as she is in the submarine I went over to the dead guard’s body and moved the rock which had hit his head off of his body. The buttons were all confusing. They said things like “Open”, “Hatch”, “Door”, “Crane up”, “Crane down”, and “Call mainland.” These mean nothing to me due to the fact that I am Japanese and don’t understand English which is what these words appear to be; at least I think they are called words. I put his two lifeless hands on the buttons to try out what they all do. When I press "Open" down nothing happen. When I press "Hatch" the floor began to move, so I know that was the right button.  I press "Door" nothing happens. I press "Crane up", and the submarine begins to move up. Then I press "Crane down" and the submarine moves down. I now know which two buttons to put the guards body on. I subsequently get his body onto the “Hatch” button and the “Crane down” button. As I set his body on the two buttons I begin to sprint. Leg in front of leg pulsing muscles, a machine made of thousands of years of evolution. Step after step the bulging muscles of my legs propel me onward to my ultimate goal of freedom. My mind recognizes the vault I will have to make to jump into
the submarine. The muscles of my legs are ready, then I let my quadriceps loose while
contracting my hamstring muscles then the complete opposite to hurl my body through the air, hoping to make it into the small hole to keep me alive and to get out of this dump.  I land right in the hole then reach up, and pull the latch shut behind me.
    “Yes!” I cheer. I look around and spot Fujimoto over at the front of the small vessel.
    “Great job, Yamashita!” she screams in a giddy ecstatic voice as she comes to hug me to death. She begins to smother me with her ecstatic joy of my wellbeing.
    “I need to learn how to maneuver this thing, so we can get it off the hook.” I state in an air of indignant obedience. As I saunter over to the captain’s seat where there are hundreds of buttons, everywhere. I look for the levers that will undoubtedly do everything for this annoying vessel. The levers to control this underwater craft are right where I expect them to be, right in the front next to the four direction control handle.
“Stop messing around and get yourself strapped in.” I point out as she looks at all the buttons. I quickly buckle myself into the series of restraints to keep me safe, and Fujimoto does the same. I turn the engines on and wait for the submarine to be fully engulfed in the water. One quarter of the way there, half way there, three quarters of the way there, all the way there. The instant we are fully submerged, I move the submarine up so that it gains some slack on the cable. It eventually comes off and I begin to try to move it to the surface. Luckily it is fairly simple, largely due to the fact that there is nothing within 100 meters except for the jail we just exited. I quickly move away from the jail so that there is no chance that I can hit it. I pull the lever for moving the submarine upwards and we begin to move towards the surface. One minute passes, then ten, then thirty; we are almost at the surface.
We touch surface.
“Yah!” I yell as soon as we break the surface. 
“Good job!” she squeals in excitement. She quickly gets out of her straps while I do the same and she comes over and hugs me. We hug for a few seconds, we go over to the hatch and open the top of it and get our bearings on where we are. Mainland Japan is right out in front of us and china is behind us.
“So Fujimoto, would you rather go to Japan in ten minutes or risk going to China hoping we have enough fuel?” I ask unknowing of which would be better.
"We should go to the Japanese mainland because the Chinese mainland is so far away.” She states hoping that I would agree with her.
“To Japan we go.” I state. We went down into the submarine and turned the forward thrusters on and wait.
Twenty minutes later we arrive at mainland Japan. Luckily there is no one there to arrest us immediately, again. You would think there would be due to the fact that we are mass murderers; I mean killing thirty seven people is bad stuff. By the terrain and relative climate I think we had landed a little north of the Oga peninsula that juts out in the northern part of Japan. We begin a trudge into the large island country of Japan hoping that no one will recognize us as fugitives; after all we need food and supplies and the only way to get those are through buying them at stores. 
“How should we go about getting the basic supplies we need to survive?” I ask hoping she would have an answer for my query.
“Well considering we are a 100 meters from the city I think we should just walk in and
hope that no one recognizes us.” Fujimoto comments as if this is the only possible way for us to go about doing it. I agree with her so we walk into the city looking for people to pickpocket stuff from. The whole city is knocked down. It is as if the largest earthquake ever hit the land. The whole thing was just smashed to pieces and laying around in a state of disillusion.
“Fujimoto what happened?” I ask in a disconceted stupor.
“I don’t know Yamashita, but we need to get out of here though before something falls on you.” She says this just as a building falls down some more and a large cinderblock smashes right into her head killing her instantly. I run over to her body and sob while holding her head. My long time friend had been killed through a fluke accident. But I can't stay, because I might end up with her fate. After a few minutes I begin to trudg out, but lying on the ground is a newspaper. It read, “Tomorrow the moon will hit the earth, prepare yourself and do not be alarmed." then I heard a shifting of rocks. I look behind myself just in time to see the pile of rocks fall from their humble postion directly above me.