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BAHAHAHAHA

Pwned.

Many of you know that I take a lot of time talking to people on Myspace.com. Yes, this is contrary to the hunky in-real-life person that I am, but there are times when its gems like this show up that make it all worth it...

So.. I received this message from this person:

Hello how are you doin i was scrollling thru and ur profile got my attention ,i would love to get to know more abt you.i am a single lady presently in africa for a business trip,i am caring,loving and understanding looking for a man that will treat me like the real lady i am.you can chat with me on my yahoo,my yahoo id is krestedbeauty_26 hope to hear frm you soon.

That'd be krestedbeauty_26@yahoo.com

So I IMed her. I ended up speaking to her for two days. The first day was your regular chit-chat with a new online person. The odd thing was that she kept wanting to meet. The untrusting nature in me shrugged this off quite a bit.

Anyway, this morning, I had a chat with her. This is the conversation:

knightpyre: hi
krestedbeauty_26: Hello
knightpyre: how are you
krestedbeauty_26: am fine and u?
knightpyre: good looking for a good spot to slip in a nap
krestedbeauty_26: ty
krestedbeauty_26: where r u from
knightpyre: you dont remember me?
krestedbeauty_26: i do
knightpyre: so what do you mean where am I from"?
krestedbeauty_26: just kidding
krestedbeauty_26: wat are u up to today?
knightpyre: a bunch of things that'll make me money hah
krestedbeauty_26: ok
knightpyre: you?
krestedbeauty_26: how was ur nite?
knightpyre: haha boring, i decided to stay home
whitney lopez: oh ok
whitney lopez: hun can u do me a favor pls?
knightpyre: hmm?
whitney lopez: can u help me get a payment cashed?
knightpyre: are you fucking kidding me?
whitney lopez: no am not
knightpyre: pick someone dumber for your scams
knightpyre: sorry, i aint dealing with any kind of cash with a stranger over the internet
knightpyre: and guess what
knightpyre: i happen to run a high traffic website with PLENTY of readers
knightpyre: time to change screennames

Well.. i have readers, but I dunno about plenty, but she'll get the idea. Feel free to IM her. I'm sure "she'd" love the attention.

The Strangest Thing

How exciting is it that I haven't missed a month of posting in over a year?

Yes, very exciting. Cheers!

Dreams..

I just woke up and I'll share this dream I just had before it escapes me.

I fell asleep around 5:30am, with Matrix Revolutions running in the background. I woke up around 7:15am. Yes, it's less than two hours of sleep, but I'm used to it.

Anyway, the dream finds me on a Greyhound bus, headed for California. On the bus, I meet this sort of Asian-ey chick who's name I cannot remember. I remember acquiring her number was quite a feat, not because I was socially unable to, but because for some odd reason it was very hard to get the phone number out of her phone, which was exactly the same as mine.

In the end, I was able to get her number by calling my phone with her phone, and this is where I found out her name as well. I don't remember the name, except that it was very long and it started with either a J or a C. (J..C.. Jesus Christ?! ooh hidden meanings.. NOT.)

So, we finally get to Cali, cuddled up in the Greyhound seats like we've known each other forever. I remember feeling rather good about having a girl in my arms. Yeah.

The first(?) weird thing that happened was that when we got there, we were no longer in a bus, but in a convertible. I was driving and promptly found the apartment that we were going to stay at. I didn't question the story building mechanisms that the dream author used at this point. I mean, who cares that we just met each other a few days ago(it takes five days by Greyhound to get from NJ to CA), but for some odd reason we were going to be living with each other.

I parked the car, and this is where my memory gets a bit fuzzy, then we went up to Apartment 8. This was the designated apartment and we were quite surprised to find that it was occupied by a family of black people that scampered like cockroaches caught by the bright light that you suddenly turned on when JC opened the sliding door into the apartment.

We promptly forgot about the family of black cockroaches because, at this point, a group of very strange men dressed in black were making a procession towards the apartment complex's left wall... where a switched had magically materialized. They pressed this switch.

Then we are in feudal Japan.

There were ninjas and demons everywhere. JC and I were ready to fight alongside with the locals of the apartment complex. The only problem was, the people handing out weapons to fight with refused to give JC one because she was a girl.

Let's stop a moment here. I need to describe the weapons. There were no swords or any sharp objects at all. They were handing out numchuks and something else that I can only describe as a string with big wooden beads on it. Sort of like anal beads, only extremely large. Very few anal cavities would be able to hold these beads comfortably.

Anyway, I managed to acquire a set of extra beads to give to JC to use.

But alas, I was too late. I didn't even get to dispense of a demon before a strange announcement was made.

They had captured all the samurai. All seemed lost.

By now, night has fallen and all the samurai are stacked up in neat overlapping rows in the middle of the courtyard. There mustve been dozens of them, all paralyzed by some sort of magicks.

Then I(.. well I think it was me, since its my dream and I'm the goddamn hero, but the point of view has shifted from first to third person at this point..) dressed in some kinda black pajamas, leaped into the middle of the courtyard.

In classic Japanimation maneuvers, I conjured up a red and purple square which expanded to envelop all of the samurais, ninjas and demons. Then it compressed into nothingness, taking everything it covered with it. All except for the apartment complex.

We are back in present day, in some alleyway. A hag walks up to a barrel set atop some flames. The camera looks into the barrel and there were three voodoo like dolls in it, floating in some liquid.

A voice screams into the viewers head saying "when will the samurais come back" and one of the dolls float to the top.

The hag screams a defeated scream.

Then I woke up.

ISSF Downtime

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A Long Halloween

That's where it ended. Sort of.

Where It All Began

It all started the night before, with the normal running about trying to get everyone together so we won't be late for something. It was nobody's fault, really. I mean, I didn't wake up until four, and I was supposed to be ready by four. But no matter, the stage was set.

I went as Secret Asian Man. You know, tuxedo, with a pair of chopsticks in the lapel. Subtle, not too obvious, and definately hot. This evening was an unbridled success.

Alcohol Content: Two beers, two shots of Washington Apple, one very stiff Long Island Iced Tea. Within Ten Minutes.

We saw Rocky Horror Picture Show at the IMAX at the Tropicana in Atlantic City, then drank the night away at Ri Ra, right around the vicinity. It was filled with mid twenty to upper forty year old bodies looking to rub up on something. All intoxicated. One couldn't complain, unless its a guy and you're a straight male. Not to say that that'd happened. Just that it'd be grounds for complaint.

Alcohol Content: Completely lost track, but dangerously above normal

The night ended in Hooters, where I found out that I hated oysters.

Alcohol Content: Sober enough to do a paper route

I wake up the next day at around 4 pm.

Alcohol Content: Dead sober, with a slight hangover.

And waited.

Alcohol Content: Way too sober for this time of day[6pm]

Dinner was served at the Highpoint, while awaiting the train and everyone else(Read: Kudra and Camel) to arrive. The dive bar of dive bars.

Alcohol Content: One beer.

Purchased a twelve pack of Yuengling to take on the train. At the station, with tickets ten minutes later.

Alcohol Content: Two beers

Kudra and Camel arrive exactly on time. Got on the train to Philly.

We had to transfer over to another train, and finally got to Philly at around 7pm.

I tried to get her number.. but she was incapacitated. One would think that that'd make things easier. No.

Alcohol Content: Three beers

Ended up in some bar.

Waiting for more people to show.. like Jose and what have you. Jose was the only one good enough to show up.

Alcohol content: Six beers, one shot of Washington Apple.

We stayed there for quite awhile. Until around 10 pm, if I can remember correctly.

Tried to pick up beer with special secret asain chopsticks....

Didn't work.

Then we went to Johnny Rockets for some drunken food. It turned out that it WASN'T BYOB...

The last three pics are to demonstrate the expert hiding of the beer that our group was demonstrating. I mean, Jose didn't ask for an empty glass and NOTHING ELSE or anything of the sort.

There was no telltale sound of a beer can being popped open while the waiter too our order at all.

We weren't openly chugging cans of Yuengling while the other patrons gawked at us or anything.

And we didn't leave a pyramid-like stack of beer cans at the table for the busboy to pick up.

No, none of that happened.

Alchohol Content: Eight beers, one shot of Washington Apple

11:30. What was the name of that last bar, anyone?

It was last call when we came in. They served slushies. Alcoholic slushies.

When my hair starts looking like that, it's safe to say that I'm pretty blitzed.

Alcohol Content: Eight beers, one shot of Washington Apple, one cup of alcoholic slushie.

The walk back to the train station should be nice and happy, with plenty of time to spare to sober up for the route. =)

Night not over.

We missed the train at the transfer point. The last train. It was now 2am. Only option was the bus.

The bus wasn't getting there until 3am. I have to be at my route at 4:30am.

Alchohol Content: Stone. Cold. Sober.

The bus was an hour, the ride to my car took 15 minutes.

Needless to say, everyone at the newspaper pickup point were quite impressed by the asian in a tuxedo going to deliver the papers.

Got home around 6:30am, to a crazy meowing feline who was far too distressed about my all night absence.

It was a long halloween.