The Deleted Logic Blog

My new favorite blogs!

Philtration's Pages:
Myspace...
Live Journal...

He's a kindred spirit, really. We share a similar opinion about "Popular Culture"... Pretty much that it's an oxymoron. I'm not sure how I found him on Myspace but an alliance quickly formed. I'm sure he'll want to jump ship if he hangs out here for long enough; but until then it'll be fun burnig bridges to the mainland together.

This is the Myspace blog of C. Bates... And I love it.

I went back just now to read the piece he did about kids and doubled over my keyboard laughing like I haven't done since Ed posted the picture of Sam in the tiara.

OPINIONS!

A lot of people mistake their own opinions for fact.
I don't.

I know when a statement I'm making is opinion and I'll even say so. These opinions don't mean a thing, really. They will in no way shape or change the world, but people get more pissed off about them than some actions.
There is no use in arguing with my opinion either... All the facts in the world won't change what I believe in my heart.
Here's a list of examples:

The M-9 Beretta is a piece of shit.

Orange County is a shit-hole.

Cats are better than dogs.

Michael Moore should be starved to death and beaten with a pointed stick in the process.

Frenchmen are useless and smelly.

French women are hot.

French poodles are scary, half-lizard beasts genetically engineered to grotesquely mimic dogs.

Chocolate is better than vanilla.

Everything FORD makes (besides the Mustang) is junk.

Horses are neat.

Cowboys are fucktards.

College-boys are weenies.

All male football fans are closet homosexuals who are living out their homoerotic "warrior" fantasies through the game.

Anyone who disagrees with that is a gay-basher.

Caucasians have no souls.

Mint tea tastes good.

Donkeys are funny.

Donkey-Shows are depressing.

Republicans are Fascists.

Democrats are Communists.

Female midgets are sexy.

I would rather keep my testicles on the inside so they don't stick to me legs, get sat-on or have to be tucked away when I wear my favorite jeans.

My poetry kicks ass.

Spring and Fall are the best seasons.

Kittens are perfect creatures.

Honey is better than sugar.

Purple flowers are the prettiest.

George Bush should have been aborted.

...And stuffed in Hillary's Christmas stocking.

Beaches are nice, but forests are better.

I'm a wonderful person.



Now... Which opinions pissed you off?
Which ones did you cheer for?
Which ones made you laugh?
Which ones didn't cause any reaction at all?

Realize that all of your reactions are based on your own opinions... which are based on the behavior patterns and value systems you have chosen to program yourself with.
Now realize that NONE of it is important; It will not shape your life in any direct way.
No actions were involved although some were suggested.
If you get an ulcer reading these words, I suggest you keep better control of your emotions and go drink some mint tea.

Compare notes with a friend and see what they think.

I know my opinions are meaningless.


See... Opinions are like assholes...
Everyone has one and it's usually full of shit.

 

EMBARGO!

I'm thinking of quitting.

I need a raise, my paychecks in a timely fashion... And a few weeks vacation.

These will be the terms of the embargo, and if the tariffs are not met... "NO LIFT EMBARGO!"

Are you the sign-post...

Or am I?

I drift past and you remind me of me doing something better than what I am.

Coyote shadows on the road ahead.

Rabbits crossing my path.

Serpents licking my heels.

I step alone into the Midnight Diner of Humanity.

Nothing on the menu will satisfy me.

The place is full of people laughing or arguing or just mulling over the menu in quiet abandon.

The Waiter is lonelier than I am so I let him talk.

I'd rather chat with the Hostess, but it never happens.

After the meal comes the check.

I pay I tip I give...

But I still walk out the door empty.

I came in for me but I left having given someone else their nourishment.

I wander back out into the darkness knowing that I served a purpose and feeling good about it...

But still looking for another door to wander into.

If I see you there, will you sit and talk with me?

Will you mean what you say or will you simply interrogate me?

Are you going to ask me uncomfortable questions?

I'd welcome that right now more than the hollow echo and scrape of my stride down this abandoned road.

Screen Shot Art V.1: Battlefield 2 as subject...

The Rescue

"Enemy Sniper Spotted..."

              Here we go with my first (official) step into "Screen Shot Art"

The pictures at the bottom were taken in Single-Player with a mod I'm working on to allow all camera views, just like with the vehicles.
The main image was taken in Multiplayer of a Sniper (going by the name "funkdaddy7") guarding a Control Point from the roof. Just out of the shot is one of my teammates (KillalotBear) making his way up the ladder on the side.

End of Days... nahh... Just the day's end.

Cops looting people's homes in N.O. according to CNN reporters in a broadcast I watched today.

And people look at me like I'm a fucking monster because I carry a gun and try not to call the authorities for assistance.

I hear a LOT of shit being talked about how the folks in Louisiana were stupid for building a city under Sea Level.

I can't wait to see the looks on their faces when Cali breaks off and becomes Big Bear Island.

People in Louisiana are bound to say "Thas wha they get buildin' a city on a damn crack in the Earth!"


I'm going to go cry myself to sleep now... It's been a shitty day.
Although it was pretty funny when Angelina snuck up on me in the chair here:

I'm sitting here reading Philtration's blog on Myspace when I hear shuffling behind me. I had spent most of the trip home talking with Sam on the phone about M. Night Shyamalan movies and I'm REALLY exhausted so when I whipped around and didn't see anything, I was a little scared. Then to turn back around and see this wild-haired little girl (who had just woken up for a snack) pawing at me was more than I could take. She got a pretty big kick out of making Daddy jump and scream like one of her schoolmates who has just seen an icky spider.

Goodnight, Folks...

I fucking LOVE Kanye West as much as I love the TRUTH!

What I gotta say about Kanye...

His performance at the AMA's last year and his remarks afterwards sucked ass (even though he WAS robbed) , but he's made my fucking cool list for telling it like it is and totally yanking the steam from the bloated egos of Mike Meyers and Chris Tucker during a Concert for Red Cross Relief in The Gulf Coast Region.

HERE IT IS! 

It's not easy to tell the truth. It makes you sound stupid and your voice quivers sometimes, but here's the truth he told broken down:

According to the media, black folk "loot" and white people "forage for supplies".

The Louisiana National Guard were prepared for this disaster... But as they are off fighting in Iraq, guardsmen from other states had been sent in with orders to shoot "looters".

Bush don't give a fuck... Trent Lott's mansion was worth more mention.


Here's a little hint at how you know that the universe at large was on Kanye's side when he spoke:
As he mentioned the war, a Blackhawk helicopter flew across the screen in the background.

               

I don't believe in coincidence... Only consequence.

It is also because of consequence that his rant was cut when the show aired on the West Coast.
No profanity or obscenity issued from his lips...
But that clip was edited out because truth is never welcome in Civilized Society.

Kanye has earned his place here for the same reason I started this little corner of the internet:
When the truth is edited, we call it "Deleted Logic".

Brother... Don't you EVER apologize for telling the truth!

Just keep doin' it...

Battlefield 2 Gripes:

BF2 Artillery Strike

I was really kickin' ass for a while...

Never get outta the tank...

Don't get me wrong; I LOVE Battlefield 2.
It just needs a few things.

Like dirt-bikes for one. Motorcycles were one of the neatest features of Secret Weapons and they would be a fucking blast on wide-open maps like "Gulf of Oman".

The Engineer needs a melee weapon that fits his profile like an Entrenching Tool or a chainsaw.
Maybe Trauma can bring back the ability to lay sandbags or even concertina wire. Didn't make a lot of sense in the open maps in the original BF 1942, but they could come in pretty handy for Area Denial and base defense in the streets and alleys we have now.

The Spec-Ops guy should have throwing-knives like in Secret Weapons.

Flamethrowers... Somehow... Some way...
Like an unlock for Support characters.

They also need to bring back Objectives.
The only reason nobody ever played the objective-based maps in Secret Weapons was that there was really no difference between those matches or Conquest mode. The objective was always at the very end of the map and the only way to achieve it was to take the Control Point it was at anyway.
All the game types were no better or much different than Conquest.

Imagine a match where the objective is to capture and transport a VIP.
The main control point for the enemy can't be taken and you have to get a team in to get him.
You could blast him but a Medic would have to revive him and he would have to be covered during transport.
His kit should be similar to a Spec Ops guy but instead of satchels, he gets a suicide pill and can only use it before being captured (like a quickly taken spawn-point). After revival by an enemy medic, he has nothing but a homing, beacon.
The Defending team must either keep or recapture him during transport until the timer runs out...
Attacking team must get him to their main.

Another version could have one team transporting him through hostile territory.

Bridge-Defense:
16 players match where the attacking team must blow the bridge before the timer runs out.

H.Q. Raid:
24-64 players in a multi-leveled complex that houses the last remaining defense of a besieged opponent.
Gun-emplacements and towers on the grounds guard metal doors and concrete walls that must be blasted through by the Attacking team. The base has many floors and rooms both above and below ground.

How about matches without Control Points?
The only way to spawn at all is on a Squad Leader so you had BETTER be a team player in this kind of match.
A round like this could be played with several types of objective.
List...
Squad vs, Squad:
16-24 players in a Close Quarters environment. Both forces are cutoff from the main battle in a ruined town before nightfall and start on opposite sides, just on the very edge. They can decide to sweep the town or quickly take position and hold.

Armor Guides:
24-64 players map where the Attacking team has to guide a small armored column through an occupied town.
The more tanks make it through, the more points they score with.
The Defending team must deny the armor passage through town and the best way to do that is take position and block roads.
That is the perfect premise for bringing in the civilian vehicles we were promised.


Another thing I'd like to see is different forces.
The Marines are getting too much glory in this one...
How about Army Rangers vs. Insurgents?
I miss the technicals with recoilless rifles and you could even have A.I. civilians running around and each teams loses a point when their players blast one.


The last thing I want to see may piss off some of the more sensitive fans in America, but just might make things a little smoother with our gaming friends in the Arab world and in China...
Maps on American soil.

Could you imagine how cool a fight in L.A. would be.
You could even have American Insurgents (Gang-Bangers and Rednecks) defending their homes from invasion.

 

Addendum:
This is a hidden-camera video of one of my most punked opponents.

Found on Shane's Space.

Endurance Stressed

I stepped through the door at 3:05 am.

After roughly 7.1 miles on foot.

That's somewhere around 45,000 footsteps considering my stride.




Some people will never know the strange wonder that is a walk along a desert back-road in the wee hours of the morning with a .45 in their pocket under a full-moon.

Nor will they drive down highway 74 on a rainy night at 70+ miles per hour with the lights off.

Murietta to Scott to Bundy Canyon last night.
I don't even get adrenalized anymore.

High Sobriety...

It was 2:33 am when I finally hit the on-ramp to the 710 North.

Precisely one hour later, I was descending the ramp from the 15 South to Diamond Drive.

I had trekked all of the Five major counties:
San Diego
Riverside
San Bernadino
Los Angeles
Orange County (L.A.'s asshole)


Two night-clubs in L.A. (one block apart) were the last stops.

One crazy Brother with a dirty fro and new clothes was yelling at every vehicle stopped at the lights between 3rd and Broadway.

"Can't even get no Pussy! Uh... Excuse me... VAGINA!"

So I look over at him on the corner as he stared down some young dude in his Honda.

"What! Oh you gonna look at me like that?"

His light turns green and he peels out, so the Bro-man comes a walkin' toward me. He never looks at me and he stops in the street.

"Yeah... Like down there in Mobile, Alabama."

I give up on waiting to meet him by the curb and keep steppin'.That's when he continues on...

"I put the sugar on it; Other than that, I'm a Ghetto-Ass Motherfucker."

He was my fucking hero for the night. Scaring tourists and young punks in the street.
This was on the way back to the truck to get some more parts. When I went to finish the job, I saw some W.T. couple having an argument:
"I saw you in that bar with a whole bunch of girls!" What the hell she could have been talking about, I had no idea.
"Will you just listen and stop talkin' crazy for a friggin' minute?"
"No, Tim... You don't understand. You're gonna just walk away from me?"
"You won't listen to me." To Tim's credit... She was trippin'.
"I don't have to listen, I'm telling you what I seen..."
I'm DONE!" As he walks away, I cheer for him silently. You don't need her for a crutch, Tim.
"What... You're done?"

He's not talking... Just walking.

One of the clubs barely had a dance-floor and bar. The balcony seemed pretty happening. As I approach the entrance with an LCD under my arm, two Brothers walk by me with some advice: "Watch out, man... The Cops are down there."
"They never pay attention to me... Must be this..." As I point to the color of my skin.
At first they looked pissed off, but they were ended up talking to the other dude in the parking lot I helped figure out the pay system for and he must have told them that I was cool and making a comment about the Police instead of a derogatory remark about them.

Now mind you... I had my .45 on me.
Nobody gave me shit as I walked right up to the bouncers and a Police Officer and they knew why I was there.
"You're here to fix the POS?"
"Yup."
"Follow me..."
Side door and straight in. Replaced the LCD and was on my way. But as I stepped out with the old LCD under my arm, the biggest bouncer (who wasn't at the door when I came in) tried to grab me yelling, "Hey, man... Where you goin' with that?"
I had a smile on my face when I turned around with the monitor cocked back like I was gonna hit him, "I'm the Computer Repair guy!"
The other bouncers cracked up and told him to chill out.
Mostly white-girls and bouncers from other clubs in that place.
You know damned well I didn't fit in with all those pricks from the O.C.

But the Mexican club I went into was cool.
The bouncers gave me a little bit more trouble at the door, but then they treated me like royalty when they found out I was legit.
So I come groovin' across the floor with a cardboard box and computer-parts in my hand and some of the Latina girls are grabbin' my pony-tail and trying to grind with me.
"Get off your cell-phone." one girl tells me.
I'm wondering why she can't tell that I'm fucking WORKING.
Funny... With all the well-dressed dudes in there and I hadn't even shaved and was in my Riverside County Barbarian outfit... I still got a lot of looks.
Thing is... I fucking HATE bars and clubs.

Never been interested, even when I was a drinkin' man.

They say that getting drunk alone is the mark of a true alcoholic.
Shit... I say it's a mark of good taste. You're always assured of the company and that there won't be any drunken brawls.
Well... That's true for most OTHER guys anyway.

If I got hammered enough, I usually shoved all the art and poetry I didn't like in a pile in my room, made a bonfire, blasted Tori Amos as loud as I could and cut the name of the day's affliction into my arms.

Anyhow... I just don't dig on public drinking spots.

I'm the stay at home type these days.

Rove vs America

In a better world...
A better America specifically...
We would still execute people for treason. 

Up high on the list right now would be Karl Rove.

I don't personally give a damn if he knew what he did was wrong or not; Ignorance of the law has never been an acceptable excuse.

To hand ANYONE the name of a CIA Operator is an act that puts a valuable member of our National Security in danger.
But this pudgy word-wrangler is putting around and sniffing Bush's stale farts while the Plumes have to look over their shoulders all the time now.

I'd like to see him gone so that everyone can get a good look at how dumb Bush is.

The world at a touch...

If you're travelling, planning an invasion... Or just need information for a report, these utilities are the coolest things you can put on your PC:

RandMcNally.com: These are the publishers of the famous "The Thomas Guide" Road Atlas and Street Guide series. The website has driving directions and there are links to purchase CDROM versions of the guides which allow you to print the maps on the fly. This is perfect for the businessman on the road with a laptop and no natural sense of direction.

Google Maps: Finally someone has combined satellite images with a street guide! In "hybrid" mode, you can overlay your route on top of accurate photos of the terrain you will be passing through. Even though most online driving direction guides (even this one) are wrong about direction from time to time, it's easier to see mistakes and plan alternate routes on this one than any other.

Terraserver: Updated satellite imagery of locations around the world. They have recent photos of New Orleans and some cool pics of Area 51.

Google Earth: Absolute genius... A three-dimensional, interactive view of the planet complete with tilt and zoom capabilities. Many of the cities also have three-dimensional buildings to scale and important locations like schools, restaurants and hospitals are also browsable. The commercial use version is $400.00+ and with a $20.00 upgrade you can link it up with your GPS device.

Free Version: Sorry Mac and old hardware users... You get no love.

7-Day free trial version: Mind you... We all know what happens with those "trial versions" when they get into the hands of industrious coders and crackers.


Side Note: Microsoft is all butt-hurt over losing a lead engineer to Google and is trying to restrict him from using code from Microsoft to aid Google's development in China.
Ha!
Google's search engine is a Cadillac Escalade with spinnin-rims, Lamborgini doors and satellite radio.
MSN's search is a '91 Jeep Cherokee that leaks coolant, won't pump oil and will blow up on the 15 South with no warning.

Dope-ass brownies!

I just heard a snippet of a BBC report on a grandmother who accidentaly gave pot-brownies to about 35 kids.

More on the story as the news comes in.

BTW...
The only way this chick threw up is if she was drinking cheap wine at work too.

Dad's War-path and the legacy of Human Contention

You know...

By now I'm used to people treating me like I'm a fucking werewolf with wet-leprosy.
I WANT most of you judgemental fucks to avoid trying to speak to me.

It's all a sales-pitch for your overemphasized personalities anyway... And I'm not in the market for a new ego.

I know what I come off like.
It's an act I've perfected over years of being targeted by every mass of humanity looking for larger numbers of devotees.
All but one of my outfits is pitch-black.