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Name: Zachary
Country: United States
State: West Virginia
Metro: Parkersburg
Birthday: 10/12/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Music, programming, gaming. That's about all.
Expertise: PHP, JavaScript, HTML, MS-DOS (muahaha), Windows, Neopets, Video Games (Best of all time: Gradius, Spanky's Quest, Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, 100 World Story!!!, and Armored Core)
NP: 660,667
Rom collection: Well over 100 GB, I'll update later
MBTI Personality: INTJ
MBTI Levels: 67-44-78-56
MBTI Theme: Conceptualizer/Director
MBTI Style: Pragmatic Responding Abstract Directing
Keirseyan Temperament: Rational
Berens Interaction Style: Chart the Course
Cognitive Processes: (Primary) Ni-Te-Fi-Se (Shadow) Ne-Ti-Fe-Si
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  dremelofdeath
MSN: Ask Me
ICQ:  175701014
Yahoo:  zachary_murray
Member Since:
4/7/2004
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| Alright, a slight update for those that don't know (which is just about everyone).
There are several reasons why I haven't been talking to anyone online recently. And, for your reference, I'll list them here.
Number one: My life has been being sucked up by more important things,
such as school (as in college, I could care less about the high school,
save Debate). For example, I have a 12 hour day on Tuesdays. On that
day, I begin my day at about 7:00 AM and go to (the high) school. At
11:15 AM, I got to lunch until about noon, which I then board a bus to
the college's Capteron Center for more or less three hours. Then, at
about 2:55 PM, I get out of my INDT 107 class and begin the walk across
the campus to the WVU-P cafeteria, where I hang out with some of my
older friends and have a snack and finish my homework. When 4:00 PM
rolls around, I'm in my Japanese 101 class, preparing my work area and
class starts. We have a small 15 minute break at 5:30, and then I am
dismissed formally in Japanese at 6:45 by my professor. I then proceed
to the Multi-Purpose room, where Kevin's next class is. A plus to this
strategy is that the cafeteria, the bathrooms and water fountains, and
the exit are all in one place. Then around 7:00, my dad arrives and I
leave. So, for those who can't count time, 7:00 AM -> 7:00 PM = 12
hours.
Number two: I have been boycotting online media/communications (except
select sites) because they frustrate me. Xanga is a very good example
of this. I rarely read the Xanga of anyone else due to the fact that a
solid 82% of it is emo garbage that I don't want to listen to. I could
understand an emotional post every once in a while; after all, it's
good to let your feelings out and to let people help you. However, when
all you write about is "omgwtf mah bf left me" or "i can't take school
it's too hard" or "oMg i LoVe MaH FrIeNdZ sHoUtZ 2 LiNdSeY n hAlEy u
gUyZ rOcK," it hurts my eyes and makes me want to read a very long,
very correctly punctuated something-or-other. I hate that crap. You've
been taught English from the first day of your existance, so act like
it.
Number three: I'm currently recompiling my entire Gentoo Linux
operating system because I feel like it needed to be redone. Now that I
know what I am doing, I can properly set all of my USE flage and
CFLAGS. The computer I'm currently writing this on is a laptop that has
no (working) hard drive. I'm running a SLAX LiveCD until my computer is
back in top working order, now customized yet stable. (By the way, to
those who care, it's a Gentoo Linux 2005.1 distrobution,
kernel-2.6.12-nitro5 (Yes, the Nitro Kernel), with the partition
scheme: /boot on /dev/hdb2 40MB type ext3, swap on /dev/hdb3 306MB type
swap, / on /dev/hdb4 19.57GB type reiser4). So, that might take some
time. Get over it, I'll be back in a little while.
Oh, and by the way, I'll get in touch with you later, Ice. (Random Otaku anyone?)
Yo man, let's get outta here. Word to your mother.
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| As of right now, I'm removing the "! Conservative Christians" webring
from my Xanga. (EDIT: Actually, I've decided against this. I might not
be conservative, but it's the concept behind something that counts.
That is why I've decided it can stay. I am no longer "conservative" per
se, however I am a Christian... same difference in my book if you get
the meaning.)
I have decided that "conservative" doesn't aptly describe who I am. The
word just... leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Also, I'm not prone to
labels.
So recently, my dad found a box of Magic: The Gathering cards in a bag
I had packed for use at his house. They had been strewn about my room
for about two weeks and frankly, I don't understand why he didn't see
them before, and if he did, why he didn't make a big huzzah about it.
But back on track, he said that they were evil and they opened the door
to the occult and to Satan (which I wholeheartedly disagree with). He
"did some research" on the subject (his definition of doing research in
plugging in <magic cards and christians evil> into Google and
picking the first result he finds) and forced me to read it. I told him
that I had already done research on the subject, and to give each side
an equal chance, I read three articles on the so-called "christian"
side of the debate and three articles on the Magic player's side. I
decided that, after all, it was just a game, just fantasy. None of it
was or is real, and if you have a problem that's related to Magic, then
the chances are good that you had a bigger problem to start with. I
told him this, and he (and Sandy, which got annoying) told me that I
might make others stumble.
Think about this one second.
If you're weak enough to let a freaking card game affect you, then you
deserve it. It's not my place to protect you from your own problems. Go
find help if you have problems like that. Those are not worries of mine.
I am against burning books. Burning books is death. Someone put who
they are into that text, and I feel that burning that is the same thing
as burning the person who wrote said book.
You know who burnt books, among many others? The Nazis. But, they had
good reason to burn the books, didn't they? *Sarcastic tone.*
It's not fair to remove another's individuality via fear of reprisal
just because you disagree with them on any given issue. I declare this
to anyone who reads this: I will never relinquish my individuality.
Sure, I'm weird at times. Who freaking cares. I am Zachary Collin
Murray, son of Francine Ellen Murray and Garry Lee Murray. Nothing will
ever change that, and to be honest, I like the Zach/Zack that is
writing this. If I were somebody else, I'd like to think I'd want this
person to be my friend, despite his downfalls.
So back off. I am me. Watashi wa watashi desu. Anata wa anata desu. Watashitachi wa watashitachi desu.
And with that, I leave you with an excerpt from Five Iron Frenzy's
"Four-Fifty-One" (which, by the way, they're Christian... with a
captial C, if you see what I've been meaning):
Here the man draws the line for separation.
(Old Vision).
Watch the man build up his walls for isolation.
(You make division).
Walk no mile,
I'm sick and tired,
of all the cowards at the radio station.
No cathartic plot to thicken,
to quote the vernacular,
I'd say that you're chicken.
Chorus:
We're going nowhere,
and it's happening fast,
a dim future,
and a darker past.
Somewhere away from here,
from past mistakes they often learn,
at Fahrenheit 451,
you close your doors and let it burn.
Pharisees in the church,
time to take a vacation.
(Emancipation).
Pharisees think the world comes to them for salvation.
(Booyah).
The radio is preaching the candy coated goo,
the record companies and the TV too.
No one rocks the boat,
terrified of trouble,
can't tamper with the walls of their sterile Christian bubble.
It was never your point to get people saved,
you pad yourself with fluff just because you're afraid.
I'm not afraid to point the finger now,
the choir's so used to the preaching anyhow.
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| I am almost tired of knowing what goes on inside a computer.
First off, I don't want to spend my hard-earned skills so that I can wake up at 8:15 AM to take a CD out of a drive. That's just plain ignorance.
I think that if someone pays enough money to buy a computer, then it is the responsibility of the user to learn how it works, not someone you know.
You don't just bank on a computer person always being around. As soon something goes awry, don't just say, "Well, Zack would know more about it than me so I'm not even going to try." Don't demand someone get out of bed so that they help you with your silly problem. That doesn't always happen in the real world, let alone in the world of computers.
So, if you own a computer, then my advice is this: learn how it freaking works. Or at least try to fix the problem before you go calling someone else. Seriously, I wasn't five minutes at that computer before I had it up and running again. A quick check of the CD drives would have found one of them locked up. A quick CTRL+ALT+DEL and removing the offending disc solved the problem. Easy. No one even tried. But here I am, 8:40 in the freaking morning, awake. Pssh.
So next time, just try to do something first. Unless you're paralyzed or something, then you're perfectly capable.
But now, on to more... pressing issues. XD
Tomorrow, I leave for Columbus with Kevin and Ann. I'm taking Metal Gear 2 (my hard drive, not the game) and Betrayer's Moon so that we can do whatever. It's going to be a crazy DDR-infused trip.
Alright, that's all for now, I guess.
Oh, and by the way...
I am the SAMURAI FISHERMAN!! | | |
| News from Nicaragua...
They have Firefox in Nicaragua! It´s great! Despite the fact that it´s Windows, I can live. Contact!
Alright, so far, I´ve been writing in a journal. I have been trying to
keep a detailed account of everything that has happened thus far, and
since I pay for the time on this computer, I´ll try to keep things
short.
Hammock in Market... $10.00
Actual price... $8.25
Bartering the price down in Spanish...
Priceless.
A lot of things have happened so far, and I have enjoyed the fact that
my Spanish has improved a bit. The food is not bad, and the
accomidations have been alright. I enjoyed (as a stormophile or
whatever) the fact that it´s rained almost everyday here due to Emily.
It´s great here. All in all, it´s a little dirty, but I can live with
that. I have already bought a lot of things, including a machete. I´m
trying to hurry a little bit, as I´m sharing a computer with Johnathan.
Therefore, I still need to check my email and the local weather.
Alright, more news to come.
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| Wow, that sucks. Now I'm mad.
As I was just writing this here entry, Firefox crashed and I lost
everything. I'm really beginning to think that the tradeoff between eye
candy on Linux and stability is not worth it. I've had X crash three
times since installation, and not to mention the other applications
that throw up random garbage due to it.
But it looks so nice!! XD
Alright, we now return you to your regularly scheduled post. *scratches head trying to remember what he wrote*
He finally died. A week or two ago, my room was plagued by a swarm of
bugs that were hard shelled and could fly. (I think they were
termites.) They annoyed me every freaking night for about a week. That
is, until a spider who I signed a life trade agreement with (he kills
the termites, I spare his life, he stays away from me) came along and
spun a web over the light in my room that the termites aways constantly
banged into like the morons they were. Several got caught, but two
stayed. The first got caught, and I watched as he tried to escape. Then
the second one was caught. I watched as he struggled, shaking violently
trying to escape the entanglement. He died the next day, as he
apparently saw the struggle was futile. However, the other one kept on.
In fact, the termites stopped swarming about 5 days ago. This guy had
been stuck for at least two days before they had stopped swarming, and
so he'd been stuck there for quite some time, at least a week. I made
it a habit to check if he was alive, each night more astounded than the
last. He kept his legs moving, twitching more and more, pushing himself
from the searing light that was his prison. Repeatedly bouncing, he
continued his struggle. To no avail, however, he kept trying. I also
started to feel mercy on the small creature, but I resisted, knowing
that he must serve as an example for the rest. He must have had
something to fight for, I thought to myself. He fought for probably
eight days solid, without rest. Today is a day of honor for this guy.
If only as humans we could emulate such passion, such fervor. There he
still hangs, even as I write this. I'm considering cutting him down and
giving him a proper burial.
I also had an interesting dream last night, I'll go ahead and describe it.
(Warning: This paragraph is copyrighted through deviantART.)
In my pseudo dream world (yes, the dreams that I have
usually take place in the same world), it was apparently the future.
And I was this guy, or possibly myself, but I dreamed... like, I didn't
know where I was, like a product of amnesia or something. I kind of
just woke up there, not knowing who I was or anything, and I was in
what they called "The Metropolis," where all of the work was done. I
asked somebody how I was going to get home, considering that there was
a giant chasm around the city. He replied that there were monorails
that traversed the city, and that there were floating "colonies" that
housed the people. So, I started walking, and somehow (I guess another
bout of amnesia) I woke up on the tracks of one of the monorails. The
track was directly above the chasm, and there were two tracks,
separated by a gap a little larger than the width of my body. I was on
the track for the monorail coming from the city, and I heard it coming.
With panic surging through my body, I rolled to the side just before it
passed. The problem was, however, that I was now stuck holding onto the
track with my feet above what appeared to be an endless abyss. So, as
several other monorails passed, I somehow retained my balance and stood
up, with just enough room to walk beside the tracks. Several other
monorails shot past, moving so fast that I appeared a blur to them.
However, the next one coming was moving slower, and I motioned it down.
He questioned me, but I obviously had no answer, so I apologized and
sat down. He arrived at this sort of rest stop, with these stores and
restrooms built right on the side of the track. I was hungry at this
point, so I went out for a minute and gazed at the choices of foods
they had. I came to what seemed a Japanese restaurant, and after much
deliberation, I ordered the sushi and italian meatballs. I ate them,
and while doing so, I glanced back at the metropolis, and saw one of
the floating colonies. "Is that one of the colonies?" I asked the
person closest to me. "Sure is, a marvel, ain't it?" was the reply. I
gazed at it for a second, amazed by the industrial beauty, and the got
back on the monorail, which was taking me nowhere I had ever been
before.
Okay, now on to other matters of non-serious business.
I got the MWG-KARASAWA right arm part today, and I'm loving it. It
suits my AC very nicely. It also goes with the energy theme with the
MLB-MOONLIGHT.
*notices comments* Oh, look! I'm actually starting to get comments
again. *points to people who are not giving him comments* Hey, YOU! You
better start giving me comments! NOW!~
But anyways, back to reality.
(00:16:40) Zachary Murray: They're profiteers.
(00:16:47) Zachary Murray: They've made a career off of my childhood.
(00:16:59) Mary Catherine Augstkalns: Everybody reacts like that at first, but Premium is so good it's worth it.
(00:17:22) Mary Catherine Augstkalns: I suppose. But it's mine too and I don't see it that way.
(00:17:25) Zachary Murray: THINK ABOUT THE CHILDREN!
(00:17:34) Zachary Murray: My children.
(00:17:43) Mary Catherine Augstkalns: Actually, they've bween making careers off your childhood since 200.
(00:17:51) Mary Catherine Augstkalns: *2000
(00:18:02) Mary Catherine Augstkalns: May 2000, actually.
(00:18:03) Zachary Murray: They'll say, "But daddy, Neopets sucks. Why do you still have an account?"
(00:18:10) Mary Catherine Augstkalns: WTF?
(00:18:21) Mary Catherine Augstkalns: No, God. It's still free.
(00:19:03) Zachary Murray:
"Because, my children, it's my childhood. I know that Neopets now is
the government behind America, Japan, and Vatican City, but it's still
part of my childhood."
(00:19:05) Mary Catherine Augstkalns: But
there's Premium, which is a choice and actually quite difficult to join
up to at this time because it is still being Beta tested.
(00:19:15) Mary Catherine Augstkalns: WTF.
(00:19:25) Mary Catherine Augstkalns: You aren't even listening to me.
(00:19:32) Zachary Murray: And they'll reply, "Daddy, from this point on I'm an anarchist!"
Stupid Neopets! What the heck do you think you're accomplishing?!
You've made a quick dollar or a million off of my childhood. Now, I'm
boycotting you.
Oh, sorry. Back to reality again.
Oh yeah! I almost forgot! *shameless plug for someone else* http://www.nekowabaka.com/
Ian, I think you're alright, no matter what Joseph says... XD... even
though you'll never read this and I'll never get an autographed picture
of Nekowabaka.
Meow! BAKA!!! XD XD XD
Oh, yeah. Back to reality. I'm really starting to hate reality lately...
<sarcasm>Well, I guess there's not much else in my life right
now. Except for the huge glaring fact I'm leaving the country Thursday
for Nicaragua. But other than that, nothing's going on.</sarcasm>
Please, for the love of God, send me email (SACRE BLEU! XD...) whilst I
am in Nicaragua. You'll get a hold of me at dremelofdeath at gmail dot
com. I'll try my best to get to an Internet cafe in La Concha, but I
can't guarantee anything. If you're lucky, you'll hear from me or
something.
Okay, nothing else to discuss. Terminating.
*injects ska and Rockman.EXE into self* Whew, okay, that was close one. I promise it won't happen again!
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