5.0 go home. :(

As you might suspect based on the changes to the blog window and some stuff not working, the conversion to MFO 5.0 is well underway. Yay! Unfortunately, it's not done yet and some stuff is broken. Boo! Also unfortunate is that I'm not going to finish it right now, because it's time to go Buy ADV's Megazone 23 Part One on DVD. (This makes it the fourth time I've bought Megazone 23 Part One, or fifth if you count Robotech The Movie.)

One last thing before I snuggle up with my copy of Essential X-Men 5. Some of you (like Maz) have been wondering what I'm going to do with my oh-so-valuable film school education. Well, these Nirvana lyrics should make it obvious!

I'm goin' to Hollywood, they'll see that I'm so good
They won't care how I feel, and I'll get to fuck Brooke Shields
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in

I want to be a star, I'm going to have a car
And you'll have to admit, I'll be rich as shit
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in

I would give you some, if you only would have treated me nice
You'll wish that you did, you'll feel pretty stupid
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in

It's fun to be a star, it's nice to have a car
Yeah, you'll have to admit, that I'll be rich as shit
And I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in

The money will roll right in

I leave June 18th to go to Botcon and Anime Expo, oh yeah, and to pitch an animated series or two, and failing that, to become a writer's lackey.

The cool thing is that at once I'll be transcending bounds of nerdiness that I never before dared breach, and also acting like a grown up.

I'm gonna get Peter Cullen to sign my Optimus, Dan Gilvezan to sign terrible fan art of Carly and Spike having sex in Bumlebee's back seat, and I'll gush all over the writers and to make them sign stuff for me and also to beg them desperately to get me work writing for animated series. And also to tell Brad Mick he's a fucking terrible writer.

I'm just going to Anime Expo to hear about the new Robotech series and probably that Harmony Gold has distribution rights to Macross: Do You Remember Love? now.

So, if you're one of the many, many kids I pissed off in my tenure of Transformers MUSHing, you can come up to me at Botcon and punch me. I'll be the guy with the posse of scary people. Well, that narrows it down to, oh, anyone at the entire convention. Hmm. Let me rethink this.

Well, I'll come up with some way for people to identify me at Botcon, because it's surely going to be the only time I ever go to one of these things, and you'll want to maul me when you get the chance!

P.S. I'm a complete whore and anyone who gives me Jetfire/Macross or other cool stuff, regardless of what it is or in what condition, will get a special page about them on MFO! We'll take your picture, and then I'll write complete bullshit about you! Sounds like fun, right? Please give me stuff!

P.P.S.S. I hate you.

Since I'm up and totally frustrated, I may as well blabber on a bit. One of the guys who spoke at my commencement ceremony on Saturday was Willie Brown, longtime mayor of San Francisco, now guy who drives around in a limo for no reason. He's not the one I really want to tell you about, though.

Chris Larsen (if I spelled the name wrong, I don't care) of eloan.com was the Alumnus of the Year. (Yes, jerkface, the singular form of alumni is alumnus. I'm talking to you in the back, writing the Inuyasha fanfic.) Anyhow, he was very entertaining. In a career suicide move, he announced that the entire banking industry was corrupt (no shit, but it sure took balls to say it publically like that) and that Ralph Nader, once a hero of his, was now, "a delusional ego-maniac", and also "a dick". That was so awesome. I don't care if you like Nader or not, that was just an awesome thing to say at a commencement speech. It's officially the only commencement speech I'll ever remember.

The president of San Francisco State University made some bullshit comment about disagreeing with him but recognizing that speaking out was part of SFSU's long history, but it was great because he was bright red. El presidente was pissed.

Later on, Willie Brown tried to inject a sense of dignity into the whole affair and responded by saying that he may be, "a delusion person", but... something else that no one listened to. Well, nice try, Willie. You did look dignified, but we still didn't listen to what you said.

On a slightly related note, one time I was riding Muni and reading Essential Marvel Team-Up, the issue with Werewolf by Night and Spider-Man beating up the scaaaaaary Brother Voodoo, right? Some crazy bum next to me suddenly pointed right at my book and yelled, "That guy looks like Willie Brown!" Brother Voodoo? Willie Brown? Hey, works for me.

I would like to add just one more thing about this commencement adventure: I spent most of it playing Gameboy Advance. Why I didn't think to bring a Gameboy to earlier commencements (like my high school one, or my sister's), is beyond me. It passed the time quite well, even if I still get my ass kicked at the new levels on the GBA version of Super Mario Bros. 3 and even though I still haven't beaten Metroid 1 on my awesome bootleg 100-in-1 GBA cartridge stuffed with NES goodness and Sonic Advance 2 and Contra Advance. Hooray for Chinatown.

P.S. God, I got sunburned again.

Jesus hates MFO 5.0. How do I know this? He has made it completely impossible to get the spiffy new design online. Yes, I know I said I was going to update it once more with the 4.0 look, but I figured, "Hey, why not go all out and use the new design?" Well, I'll tell you why not. Because Jesus hates the new design.

I moved out of The Village on Saturday and left foggy San Francisco behind me. My computer came with me, but until today, the poor dear's been cooling its metaphorical heels in the garage below my mom's condo. Which was fine, until I wanted to update MFO. All of the articles ready to go (most of them by Maz) are rotting on my computar. I've been using (and liking) this snazzy laptop that my mom's old work never asked for back when they laid her off. I'm typing this message on said snazzy laptop. This laptop is using a magic wireless networking card to access el interneto. My desktop PC has a PCMCIA slot and its own wireless card, which naturally refuses to work. I tried feeding it the card from this laptop, but that also didn't work. Then I was going to burn the files for the update and the articles onto a CD, and pop the CD into this snazzy laptop and get it online that way. However, Nero has mysteriously vanished off my hard drive. Since my desktop machine is using Windows 98, that also means that you need a program like Nero if you want to burn files onto a CD. So that was right out. Then I figured why not be old school and use a floppy? Why not?

BECAUSE JESUS HATES MFO 5.0.

This snazzy laptop has both a floppy drive and a DVD-ROM drive. Unfortunately, both cannot coexist in the laptop, so it's one or the other. At the moment, it's the DVD-ROM drive. The floppy drive must have gone into hiding because it's NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.

So I figured, well, I could make my desktop machine dial-up and upload the files that way! Well, that would be fine, except that there's no phone jack in reach of my desktop machine. Nor is there any way to get a Cat 5 to it, save dragging cables through my mom's room, where she is currently asleep. So I figured I could always drag out my hulking ancient IBM ThinkPad. It may be slow, but it can survive depleted uranium rounds. So, I dragged it into the kitchen, hooked it up the phone line, and was about to dial the ISP when I realized I didn't know the username and password. So I hopped over to this computer to check. I got the username, but the password was hidden behind those diabolical ******'s. I remembered that I had this program called Snadboy's Revelation that showed you want was behind those little fuckers, so I downloaded it and it totally failed to work. Yay!

Then I figured the password out by counting the number of *'s.

So I was all set to go, and I told the IBM ThinkPad to dial (while also using it as a flak jacket), and it steadfastly refused to acknowledge the existence of the modem.

Sometimes I really, really hate computers.

As usual, I'm behind. Sorry. Today ADV's release of Megazone 23 Part One came out. No, I don't have a copy yet, because I stupidly forget to cash graduation money checks. Oops. Well, tomorrow I'll do it. I also failed to update MFO before I graduated and left San Francisco. I almost did the night before graduation, but by the time I had finished washing the floor in the bathroom and thoroughly cleaning the kitchen (with some help from Jim/Rampage) and doing a load of laundry it was already 4 AM and I had a 10:30 AM date with a sunburn and a commencement ceremony. After an excruciating last minute move, I'm finally all out of San Francisco and mostly recovered. The final MFO 4.0 update really will be soon. I swear. Just as soon as I drag my computer out of the garage. And if I can resist the lure of the hot sexy Essential X-Men 5 which I got today.

P.S. The Faint's Black-Wave Arcade and Danse Macabre are both fucking awesome, but the stupid remix album isn't.