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Name: Todd
Birthday: 2/11/1982
Gender: Male


Interests: Books, Sci-Fi, Fantasy. My wife i guess. I seem to like knives. Video games. Pencak Silat, Kali.
Expertise: Necromancy.
Occupation: Sales
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Member Since: 8/12/2005

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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Onward to better things.

Hey Y'all.

I'm moving my blog to http://apathyball.blogspot.com

Please visit me there if you want.  I won't be posting here anymore.  Come and see what a cynical son of a gun I've become these past few years =)

Take care of yourselves,

Todd


Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Currently Listening
Billy Talent II
By Billy Talent
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Holy Crap!

I haven't posted anything in a long while.  How have you all been getting along without me?  Don't turn to suicide, IT'S NOT WORTH IT!!!  I'm back now, it's all gonna be ok.

You'll all have to forgive this post.  I've just got done drinking a very large beer at work, so I'm pretty darned buzzed.  It's a Baltika 6 by the way.  Try it if you like dark beer.  It's brewed in the Motherland in Saint Petersburg.  Plus I've finished off my caffeinated mints today as I'm planning on going cold turkey off that shit. 

Lots o' beer plus 400 milligrams of caffeine equal an amazing friggen outlook on life.  I suggest you all try it... as long as you got good kidneys, a good liver, and a decent heart.  If not, you'll just die.

Helpful hint for survival!!!  Keep a few local beers in your fridge from each country that will possibly invade the USA and turn us into slaves.  That way, even if you only have a couple minutes of heads up before the reds, yellows, or browns break down your door (holy crap that was racist) you can be swiggen away on their favorite beer, plus you can offer them one.  While this won't save you from a sad life of servitude to said conquering country, at least you can be a foreman or some shit.  Better to be the whipper then the whippee.


I've taken a interest in guns lately.  So much so that I came home from work with a shotgun a couple of weeks ago.  Just in case you've all forgotten, I'm married to a red headed Canadian who used to live in countries where her house would get raided by communists with assault rifles.  Take a wild guess as to how that went!!! 

She'll rethink her position when I save her from the zombie hoard.  We actually got into a semi argument the other day whether or not zombies were actually a possibility.  Her side of the argument was to keep insisting that I was talking about zombies and was a friggin idiot.  Pretty good argument if you ask me.  I started out by bringing up Voodoo; that was quickly shot down, even though her experience with Voodoo is extremely limited, but I moved on instead of insulting her Voodoo knowledge.  Then I went the route of demons.  I got her to admit that she believed demons existed, in some form or another.  From there, it was a short jump to say that if there really were supernatural demons around, they could possibly animate the dead.  From there I argued that if demons really could animate the dead, then they would probably be somewhat limited by the physical properties of the host.  From there, it was a logical jump to say that a shotgun blast the head of said zombie would probably "kill" it. 

Although in my mind I "won" that argument, mostly cause she got pissed off at me and refused to discuss it any further, it probably wasn't worth the hour of cold shoulder treatment afterwards.


I think that I'm going to argue the international route for finishing off my gun collection.  I bought an Italian shotgun, next I want to get a Russian rifle, and after that I would like to get a Swiss handgun.  I definitely won't win this one, but damn its fun arguing with her =)


Friday, November 03, 2006

Currently Reading
Jesus and the Victory of God (Christian Origins and the Question of God, Volume 2)
By N. T. Wright
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I heard a commercial on the radio the other day.  A commercial for sugar.

Did you know that there's only 15 calories per teaspoon of sugar?!?!  You shouldn't feel guilty about using it.  15 calories is almost non-existent!   So next time you find yourself with a bowlful of something bland or tart pour a little, or a lot, of sugar on it.  Remember, only 15 calories a teaspoon!!!

That was pretty much the gist of it.  I added a teaspoon or so of dramatization but that was mostly spot on. 

I used to suck on the occasional sugar cube as a child, remember those?  You don't see them all too often these days.  My mom would usually let me suck on 1 or 2 but no more.  You know the reasons, "you'll get sick", "you'll get cavities" "you'll get too hyper."  All reasons I heard from my mother. 

On the other hand I figure that I used to drink 3 to 4 cans of pop a day, which my parents gladly kept stocked in the fridge..  Lets do the math, 3.5 cans (average) times 7 cubes of sugar =  24.5 cubes of sugar....per day!
That was well into high school too.  At least 1 20ounce bottle of Pepsi at school, then at least 2 more cans before bedtime rolled around.  I'm surprised I didn't go blind!  There is no substantial evidence that sugar causes blindness.  Don't sue me you sugar peddling bastards!

I was in Walgreen’s the other day.  As I walked up to the cash register I couldn't help but notice the sign asking people to donate to help prevent children’s diabetes.  This was directly next to the display of the latest Hershey's smore candy.  3 for a dollar folks; spike those blood sugar levels cheaper and faster then ever!!!  I started laughing and I asked the cashier if she saw the irony of it all.  She kinda gave me a weird look and answered, "oh ya, funny."  She probably thought I was laughing at little kids with diabetes, whatever.

Our society is damning itself to a life full of little needles and blood testers.  Oh but what a sweet sweet ride it is!


Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Women and self-defense

This entry is inspired by an extremely disturbing women’s self defense video that I had the displeasure of viewing the other day.  The stuff being taught to these women wouldn’t even be effective against an annoying sibling, much less a determined attacker.  Obviously everything said on here is my opinion.  You definitely don’t have to agree with it and if you don’t like what I say, then click that little red “X” in the upper right hand corner.  (I don’t do Mac’s, if you have one of those then figure it out yourself.)

There are bad people out there.  Very bad people.

It is possible that during the course of your life, you will be attacked, mugged, kidnapped, raped, or killed.  If it happens, it will most likely be by one of these bad people who has done this before, many times.  That person will probably be larger then you.  That person will probably be armed.

I’m not saying this is going to happen, I’m not even saying it will probably happen.  But you cannot deny that it is a possibility. 

That being established, I see there being 3 ways of dealing with such a world.

  1. Walk through life blissfully unaware.  Choose to ignore danger because it is easier and less scary.
  2. Realize that there are threats out there.  Put a little effort in learning how to defend yourself, become more aware of your surroundings and act in a safe manner.
  3. Become so paranoid of being attacked that you can no longer function as a normal human being.

Guess which one I advocate?  (Ya ok, I know I put my choice between 2 extremes.  I’m not stupid; I’m just trying to get my point across.)

Scenario time!

 

You’re a woman walking down the street.  You weigh between 110 and 150 pounds (Don’t get offended, I’m well aware of all the different shapes and sizes out there).  You are attacked by a man (he weighs between 180 and 250 pounds), he definitely has experience in this sort of thing, and he has a knife.

What are your chances of survival?  *busts out his calculator*  The answer is….. Shitty!

Have you ever wrestled, rough housed, or fought with a person that outweighed you by 50+ pounds?  Even if all that extra weight is fat, you are at a serious disadvantage once contact is made.  Up at school I routinely wrestled/play fought with a friend who outweighed me by 70 pounds. This guy would hardly ever workout, I was in the gym 5-6 days a week back then.  99% of the time this friend would kick my ass without even breaking a sweat.  It was usually a very pathetic and humbling experience.

How do you survive an attack by a person with substantially more mass than you, a much better strength to mass ratio than you (man vs woman), much more experience than you, and that person is armed?
The only way for you to definitely survive that situation is to never get in that situation.  That’s where awareness and some friggin common sense come into play.  There’s a ton of info about such things out there if you are interested.

If you have failed at the awareness and find yourself in a violent confrontation, how do you survive when you are vastly outmatched?  2 Options.  You can:

a) Give up
or
b) Fight back.

Giving up seems like a pretty crappy option.  We don’t trust this guy so let’s not let him decide whether we live or die.  Let’s choose “b”.  Let’s also hope that we see the attack coming and we’re not hit from behind or other such stuff…

Your chances suck.  Unless you are an extremely good fighter with years and years of experience, your opponent is drunk, and you get very very lucky… you are screwed.  The odds are in his favor, the first thing you need to do is try to even them.

 
Todd’s list of ways to even the odds (in order of most effective):

Gun>Knife>Stick>Pepper Spray>Rock>Pen>Fingernails.

 Gun: Most people will not carry one.  I don’t blame them, I don’t carry one myself.  Most people find them scary and they definitely are dangerous in inexperienced hands.  Guns are not perfect but their advantages far outweigh their disadvantages in my opinion.

 
Knives: Definitely less scary than guns to most people.  Definitely have more uses than a gun in everyday life.  Extremely effective in a scenario such as the one above.  I would be pretty wary to approach even a 3 year old child who was waving a knife around.  Not nearly as dangerous to bystanders as a gun.  Just as guns though, knives do have disadvantages.  No range, need training to use effectively, more chance of it being taken away and used against you than a gun (in my opinion).

 
Stick:  If you know how to use it and it’s a good one then a stick can be a great weapon.  However, a stick requires much more strength from its user then a knife does.  A stick is also impractical to carry around with you in our society. 

 
Pepper Spray:  Pepper spray will work sometimes on some people.  However, it’s been shown that some people are flat out immune to the effect of pepper spray.  It has also been shown that many people are still capable of carrying out an attack even if the spray has an effect. Pepper spray is also very dependant on outside conditions, such as wind.  In a desperate situation, any weapon is better then no weapon but pepper spray should be seen as a distraction only and an unreliable one at that. 

 
Rock:  Hell, if you can pick up a rock that’s great.  Better than nothing.  Don’t throw it though.  You’d be better off hitting someone upside the head with it.

 
Pen:  We’ve all probably seen the Bourne Identity.  A pen can be useful, more useful if you know how to use it.  Stick it in someone eye or neck and they’ll probably back off enough for you to start running.  You can also carry pens everywhere with you.  Government buildings, airplanes, concerts, it doesn’t matter.

 
Fingernails:  Well, don’t give up.  You may get lucky.  You only need to distract the person enough to get away, you don’t have to kill them. 

 

Women are at a severe physical disadvantage in our society. 

  1. On average, they are physically weaker than men and yet if they are attacked, it will most likely be by a man.
  2. They are discouraged from carrying weapons.  Hell, both men and women are discouraged from carrying weapons but I’d argue that it is frowned upon more when women carry. 
  3. Our society pressures women into wearing clothes and shoes that are absolutely horrible for fighting or running. 

A large armed man against a small, unarmed woman in high heels?  Ever watch the Discovery Channel when the lion is chasing an injured gazelle?  Have you ever seen the gazelle win?  

Women in our society need to be prepared.  They need to be able to escape if needed.  They need to be able to defend themselves if needed.  It’s my opinion that most women are incapable of either of these options, mostly because of the pressures society puts on them. 

 
When I rule the world I will make the following changes:

  1. High heels will be banned, because they’re friggin stupid as hell.
  2. Women will be encourage (not forced) to carry knives.  Small fixed blades on their person.  Accessorize the hell outta them.
  3. Women will be encouraged to learn how to defend themselves, with and without knives.

 
I predict that attacks on women will go down once they are more aware and have the ability to turn lethal at the drop of a hat.  Watch the crime rate drop once a few assholes are gutted.


I try to keep myself in good physical shape (I definitely could be doing better in that regard).
I carry a knife on me, usually 2.  Sometimes pepper spray as well.  I also practice drawing them a variety of different ways from a variety of different positions.
I actively train to use them for defense.  I also train hands/feet/elbows and whatnot.
I always try to be aware of my surroundings and especially the people around me.
I almost always wear good running shoes when I leave my house.  

I think that if someone decided they wanted to hurt me on the street my chances of coming out on top would be slim, and I’m an armed, 6 foot, 205 pound man.  I'd argue that I have a much better chance at survival then most women do and I think my chances suck!  A weekend class that teachs you to *jab, cross, knee to groin, eye gouge* a guy in a padded suit is woefully inadequite.  You would have to get EXTREMELY lucky to pull that off on a resisting opponent. 

Don't these "padded suit attackers" always seem like they're bored?  Walking up slowly to the women while saying "aggressive" things, then letting the women beat the crap out of them.  How is this realistic or helpful?  Granted, it's better than a punching bag, but not a whole lot!  I want to see that "padded suit attacker" rush those women, actually fight back once contact is made.  Hell, I want to see the women perform their "combo" after the padded guy gives them a shot across the jaw or shoves them up against a wall.  It's just not realistic!

If you are given the blessing of seeing your attacker coming from a few feet away, and he's walking slowly towards you???  Turn and run while screaming your bloody head off.  If you can't run?  Then you'd best pull your knife and cut that son of a bitch as soon as he gets close to you. 

That's not the worst part of it though.  The worst is the interviews with the women at the end.   Almost all of them say something along the lines of, "I feel so much better now, knowing that I can protect myself.  I don't have to be afraid anymore!"  If you don't want to worry about the self-defense thing that's fine, most people don't.  However, don't instill in yourself a false sense of security because it will cause more harm than good.  You'd be much better off finding a weekend class that teaches you proper environmental awareness and tells you what NOT to do, like jogging at night by yourself...

Agree or disagree with me, I probably won’t be offended.  I love you all =)


Friday, October 13, 2006

Currently Listening
Decemberunderground
By AFI
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Everquest

Hi.  My name is Todd and I was addicted to Everquest for over 3 years.

I was messing around online last night and came across a word that sparked more memories then you can probably imagine.  That word was "Magelo".  Magelo was a website that came out during the hayday of Everquest and let you build your character online, complete with all of his/her equipment, stats, skillz, etc.  It even had pictures!

I had forgotten all about Magelo until last night.  Giving in to the sudden urge I had, I went back to www.magelo.com and tried to remember my user name and password from about 3.5-4 years ago.... SUCCESS!

http://www.magelo.com/eq_view_profile.html?num=361190

Go ahead and click on that if you dare.  You'll see the fruit from 3 years of labor. 

My name was "Fuglee Beast".  It was "Fuglee Basterd" (Bastard wouldn't make it through the name filters, hence the misspelling) till the GM's (game masters) found out one night.  It's quite scary when you're trying to kill the Kobold King in Solusek B and this high elf wearing a purple shimmery robe appears in the middle of your camp.  Then proceeds to lecture you on the fact that you are playing a family game and strips you of your surname.

I was an Iksar Monk.  I was in a guild, never one of the best guilds but we did some fun stuff.  I mostly soloed (fought by myself) instead of grouping up all the time, so I didn't have da uber equipment.

I finally quit in my sophmore year of college because I wanted more time to spend with my girlfriend.  She's now my wife, so I guess that was worth it =)  You may laugh and think it's pathetic, but quiting Everquest was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.  I didn't realize how addicted to it I was.  You probably won't understand unless you too were sucked into the MMORPG world  (massively multiplayer online role playing game).  I not only gave up my major source of recreation for the past 3 years but I also lost a group of friends that I was very close to.  If you played Everquest, you didn't just play Everquest for a couple hours and then log off.  You thought about it all the time.  You spent hours a day on internet forums discussing equipment, quests, and tactics.  You spend hours while at work or at class daydreaming about Everquest, planning what equipment, quests, and skills you were going to work towards.  You then spent time hanging out with friends talking about Everquest.  It was my life, as it was to most people who played.

I may not have been the best player but I was pretty good.  My equipment was good enough to earn me $1,150 when I quit.  Can you believe that people actually paid me for digital weapons and armor?  Seems kinda silly eh?

Go ahead and click that Magelo profile.

Staff of Flowing Water - $350
Cloak of Crystalline Waters - $150
Fungus Covered Scale Tunic - $150
My Character, stripped of all good gear - $200
Liquidated other items into Platinum (EQ money) and sold to a online dealer - $300

I'm glad I quit.  I wouldn't go back and change that decision if I was given the opportunity to.  I love my wife and I love my new life.  But damn that was hard.  Again you may think it's weird and sad, but I had to fight down the urge to start playing again after a few minutes of looking at my Magelo.  I haven't played in almost 4 years and I started to work out in my head where I was going to find the time to start leveling.  That is sad.

Never start, that's my warning to you all.  Never start a MMORPG.  They never end. 




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