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Life. It's a game. I thought to myself over the past few days, the longing passion I have for gaming. The industry and the unconditional requirement I have to move forward with my potential career as a game enthusiast is there. I figured, 2008, 2009, 2012 2013 isn’t too far off and that the next while should fly by. Which is more or less, why I forgot about this place... it happens

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Some might consider me lucky, you know. Earlier today I went into my wallet to grab a bus ticket so I could head down to my new job. Whilst looking through said wallet, I realized I was on my last bus ticket until payday. Tomorrow, assuming I use the ticket, would mark the end of the roll when it comes to public transit. The final destination. I could walk, you know. But it'd take me 45 minutes

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I remember first going through till ten. First transaction as an actual Thrifty Foods employee. I even kept my receipt for a while. At the time, I knew close to nobody (but still hit it off with a few), had my best friend working with me, and the whole store to take on. I learned the ropes of the job within a week. The codes... oh good Christ the codes. I'll probably remember them forever. I

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My desk, one day? I've said it before, where I think I'd be fine in a room with no windows. Over the past couple days I've had nothing but a huge house to myself, a black lab by my side an iPhone directly pertaining to my girlfriend and a tour of my thoughts and perception of the world. The mix has been good, and quiet. To be honest, it's been quiet ever since I've moved into my new place which

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When everything quieted down, I still had a hint of bullshit left in my system. I took a walk, and it helped. Soon, all that will be over. I won't have to leave my home to get a little peace, sprinkled with some quiet. I walked around my apartment today a few times before work, just looking at everything. I start my move tomorrow, so it was my last chance to really breathe in the distinct odour

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I thought to myself earlier tonight, why am I so bloody stressed out? I thought about the countless things that I could conjure up (and believe me there's more than you can imagine), but rather than complain like a little bitch, I'd figure I'd leave the majority behind me. Keyword majority. When I first moved into 308 there were a few things I thought were on the sketchy side. There's no lobby

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You know... Sometimes I think too much. It's a double-edged sword, you know what I mean? Sometimes over-thinking will come in handy, like an overdose of curiosity. I like that, as opposed to being stuck at work over analyzing a dream I had the night prior. I crave knowledge, but there's a tickle in my throat. I think I made myself sick. This isn't to say that my lifestyle hasn't improved since

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I went to the driving range today. I wasn't really performing as well as I'd like, or as I normally do. The small part that I remembered (which ended up being the most important) was that you can't just expect to be good at something after eight or so months of not doing it. For instance, about seven years ago I played hockey on a weekly basis. I was part of a league, part of a team, and part

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I wonder why I have some free cable channels right now. More than half of them are french, and the best ones (FOX, The Score, MTV) are usually filled with garbage-y sports like poker, Oprah Winfrey reruns and Jersey Shore, respectively. But I still crave cable. I think I might buy into it. I need a station that delivers hockey, and that's about it. If I could turn on the TV and not have to

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I tried writing a few times over the past couple weeks and it just hasn't come to me. I figure that it might be due, in part anyway, to the fact that I've been under the weather. But it doesn't negate the timeline of my life as I am now in fact, twenty two years old. My birthday couldn't have been better. It didn't consist of going out to the bars and getting shitfaced, I didn't get greened

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"I was too artsy, known to be a clown." -KiD CuDi I had a vision. And that's exactly what you wanted me to say, am I right? amirite? We don't talk about 4chan here. I'll start where I left. The front end. UGH, how I miss it. The one place where I could conveniently snag a look from my girlfriend, at ease, I had to move away from. See I work for a lot of reasons, and a paycheck is one of them

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I came, I saw, I conquered. The long lasting appeal of "direct" customer service is starting to fade in my backdrop. Thus, it's on to the next step in my employment with Thrifty Foods Sobey's. I figure over time I'd learn the basics of customer service; how people work, what they like, what they don't. I've gotten it all figured out. There's a formula in place that can place customer's

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The human face contains more muscles than any other living being on earth. The human head in general is just a fascinating extravagance. The curves, the senses, the jawline... No two are alike. Twins being the only exception, I find that the human head could simply be the most intriguing thing in the entire universe? My argument, is valid. Starting back from when the Big Bang occurred, bits and

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 HANG ON A SEC. Carl Sagan had me at Contact, really. The pot smoking astrophysicist (which I can't even spell right the first time) made science interesting to the average mind. He made the universe more comprehensible than an apple while hosting a show throughout the later half of 1980. This thirteen part series explored the galaxy, allowed insight for the general public to inquire about, and

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I got tipped eleven cents by an old Asian woman today. "You keep it you deserve it!" Oh thanks, lady. I really appreciate that. "No mam, you hang onto that." I said. I'm not taking that shit. It's an insult because I got paid more than that on the transaction, just for being in uniform alone. I didn't mean any harm, but her face erroneously scrunched up when I declined her "gratuity." I'm

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Earlier today I had a hundred thoughts racing through my head. I thought of the great things in life, and the elements which make them. I picked up my guitar and went to town. Lyrics I didn't think worked somehow turned into fantastic harmonies; phrases and chord progressions I don't normally use came out to play, and my creativeness took hold to produce a few concept songs. I once again

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My trip to the bank wasn't anything special, but I had an experience that taught me how -NOT- to do my job. The crazy dyke behind the counter took over twenty minutes to close my account. I've dealt with customers like me in the past. "I want my account closed, and all info erased." -Blockbuster customer "I'd like to withdraw from the points card initiative." -Thrifty's customer The

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I've had a problem with this in the past, and it's not my decision to dictate what's good and what's not. I assume personal interest; so hardcore metal music and most seafood, I tend to avoid. It's not a personal knack against shrimp, or the screamers of Bring Me The Horizon. It just comes down to personal taste. After accumulating a hoarder's supply of musical clutter over the last year, my

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Christmas was awesome. There wasn't a single thing that went wrong for me. Everybody got what they wanted, and more. Dinner was fantastic, and the family time never hurts. Lots of conversations took place, and while talking to my mom a few days ago I found out something very intriguing. Going back on my mom's side of the family (Scottish roots, thanks), I apparently had a great grandfather who

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I get up, and it's 9:30am. Better get the day started, I say. And so the routine begins. Up and out of bed, into the shower. I got a new bath rug for Christmas, so slipping and cracking my back on the bathtub ledge isn't an option anymore. Following the shower, I got dressed and threw on some coffee. It's going to be a good day. Something that I enjoy, for some reason, is cleaning up the

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Feelin' Lucky? I take sleeping for granted sometimes. Lately I've been waking up feeling really, really good. Cept' for yesterday when I had a gnarly headache, but that's beside the point. Sleep is wicked. The way I look at it, the body opens up task manager, and opts out of all the useless background applications. Your brain's going to take out Norton Antivirus 2001, consciousness, iTunes Helper

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Sitting here at 11:25am, listening to Tupac's "Changes" I think about the preparations required to live a full life. I might not have friends getting shot, or have a crack habbit, but I kind of relate. I think about myself, my life, and my actions a lot. I continuously audit myself, and ask questions. Would I have done something differently? What would a responsible man do at X scenario? Y

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I remember when I was back at Oak Bay. Don't care what year, because we had a crew ready to take on the world. Everyone got along, we all shared stories, experiences, likes, dislikes. We were all friends. There was a bond between the five-or-so of us that I thought would never end, and I still don't feel it will. Whether or not everyone is still with us. That school was a fucking joke, and we

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Running on about half a laptop battery, I'm going to try to cram an entry before I have to, A) Get up and charge it, B) Get ready for work, or C) All of the above. Judging by that new sidebar, I've been listening to KiD CuDi's new album, Man on the Moon II. The album takes you places, much like Pink Floyd's Dark Side of The Moon. Perhaps not the same caliber of music, but they share the same

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Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Victoria... Outside, there's a bitter and sickening chill that takes your spine and shakes it. It's damn cold out there, and it's no surprise that half the city shuts down when we get less than a half foot of snow. But the cold is what seems to be keeping the population indoors. I don't mind it. I love snow, and Christmas. Fuck that grinchy bullshit -- get in a good

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So when a customer comes through my checkout and tells me I belong in a circus, I don't take it the wrong way. Every second I wear the work uniform, the gloves are on. On a customer-by-customer basis, I'll stretch (heh) out and tell the nice people a little about myself. Parents weren't tall (overly, anyway), I'm not standing on a box, I don't play basketball, or volley-ball. I don't row, stock

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I'm slowly starting to sober up. It's shocking how a half bottle of powerade will bring you back down on your two feet. I had a good night. Makes me feel satisfied. Like I'm full after a meal, but I didn't over eat. You know? Good feeling. I've been listening to a lot of savvy music lately. I'm going to see Alexisonfire later this month and I'm slowly (through constant exposure via roommate)

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It's not exactly writer's block. I don't really know how that whole ordeal works. What, you can't think of something to write? It happens to the best of us. I merely start typing and let the words roll off the tongue. If they point towards something interesting, great. If not, well. You can't win them all. My blog directly communicates my thoughts with the outside world. Whether or not certain

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Things are even more simple than I thought. It's interesting, really. I found out tonight that writing things down really helps me out. When I was sixteen or so, I started a journal. I won't lie to ya, it was kinda pathetic. Going back and reading it now makes me realize that there really wasn't a whole lot outside of school that affected me.  I took everything in, soaked it up, and

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What kind of name is SNOOKIE? Fffuu--- Sorry, fucking South Park has had it's way with my funny bone. Jersey Shore is one of the most retarded shows on TV, it's a god damn joke and shouldn't take anybody's time up. But here's the deal -- watching these people fire around their mansion at 100mph on E with bwoooowww bwowwww music in the background is a little hard not to laugh at. I find the

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Garret (roommate) and I have this weird coincidental thing where we lead very different lives, yet encumber similar objects or situations along our paths. It doesn't happen on a daily basis; though knowing the guy for eight or so years would probably put us in similar situations more than once. For example, when we were lil' tots we both received the same Sony stereo. We also got the exact same

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I borrow Marshall Mathers' title out of complete respect. It feels like I'm talkin' to myself... here. It's kind of like a weird euphoric feeling about operating a blog. It's not really "operating" if all I do is write. Google does most of the work for me, It's 12:34am again. I don't usually miss looking at the clock at this time. Coincidentally, I get doubles a lot. A select people from a

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Roller coaster isn't a great way to describe the last couple weeks, but it should give you an idea. Surrounded by the likes of punk rock music at it's core, sitting in the chair waiting patiently to watch "Splice" as a regular movie night with some of the cool kids -- it's relaxing for some reasons. Normally I'd like the mellow hang, listen to some Floyd, watch Hell's Kitchen, then go to bed.

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You know... I mean to start off this blog entry in the best of spirits, but today fucking sucked. There were high points, don't get me wrong. I saw somebody I hadn't seen in a while, and work wasn't as hectic as I thought it would have been. But still I manage to dig deep into my brain, and shovel the shit out that hasn't been tossed around in a while. The kind of shit that makes me use this

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 Get the feet wet. I have never been happier to have full control of my brain. Yet a bad match of Halo Reach can change it all. Just the same way a bad customer at work can turn your day around; or getting a bone in a chicken sandwich, or finding the last bite of that bread was moldy. Man I miss blogging. I do miss my laptop's battery life though. Fuck. There are a lot of little tidbits and

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 What happ --- ...uhh... I've taken on a very big task. The task of explaining just how my vacation went to Las Vegas. I went with three other gamblers, my sister; her boyfriend John and another friend of ours, Sara. The trip was amazing, and trying to measure the level of awesome throughout the trip is something mere words cannot cover. So where should I start? We got there and then we let

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 Hold up. All moved in now! The new place looks good. I should tell you now that this is merely a small blog update to halt my retarded streak of inactivity. Kinda went to Vegas for a lil bit. Photos, stories, and a whole lot more await in... Post #100. Hang tight, my friends. -E

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So when I say I'm moving out for the first time, I mean every word. I haven't lived on my own, except for a three month house-sitting trial which went really well last year. I'm excited to the point where It's almost unbelievable. A year ago, I saw myself living in Vancouver going to game school for a thirteen month program designed to kick my ass in the most artistic ways possible. I decided

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Start by clicking here. Getting bashed about getting fired isn't cool, and had the timing been right it would have been like a cancer joke, or talking about the holocaust. It could be categorized in such a way that the English language would describe as, "too soon." Blockbuster jokes, eh? Unless your name is Dave Paterson or Carol Pudwell, I wouldn't give you my time. So lets just say your name

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 Uhhh........ What tapes? When it comes to Hollywood stars, I think it's safe to say that I don't really give a whole lot of piss about em. I love the movies they produce, and star in; on the contrary, it seems that more than half of the press and effort goes into making talented people look like shit. Working at a grocery checkout, I see all the tabloids on a daily basis. Some of them are

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 (Bronson. The smile fooled me, too.) The tall guy with the blog, and the mints. Remember that episode of The Office in the earlier seasons where Ryan (as a temp) is in an interview saying he doesn't want a "thing" at his work? He didn't want to be labeled with something; like Stanley with his crosswords, or Dwight with his -uhh- character. He wanted to just coast along and lay low. Then he got

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 See over there? That's called the front line. Those men are on opposite sides of the battle, yet they find time to look at the constellations. The stars that never change, yet are ever-changing. The stars don't go anywhere on my walks home. And in all the walks home in the past year, I'd never thrown anything but a bottle of chocolate milk --- to go. Situations don't usually bother me this much.

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"I guess people need violence when they're not sending out boys to war," an old man said to me at work today. We were talking about how hockey has changed over the years, and the fighting cases have nothing but skyrocketed since the 60's. "It's interesting to think about, Evan. I do a lot of thinking. People think I'm just old, but I'm just thinking about stuff." The man made my day. Despite

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When I looked over at the clock and saw that my shift at work had started, I figured I might as well make the hour hand go by a little bit faster. This is why I started the tally. This time, pronounced, "Tall-ee." It all started in the break room when I got to work. Another employee asked about my height. See everyone in a fucking apron at work gets a free pass. In fact, everyone working there

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 (this person -must- be rich by now...) It's time for Spring cleaning, on the internet. I wonder how long it would take "Disk Cleanup" to work it's magic for the whole internet. I wonder how many hard drives it would take to back up the whole internet. The beauty of text files is that they are so small in size, that you can have 1000's of them and have close to no problem with free space on your

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(mmmm.... 4017's....) Wireless tech, in a wireless world. The problem here, is that I'm put into a very difficult dilemma. I continue to ask myself a very important question: Should I use the batteries in my remote for my TV to power my wireless mouse for my computer? Or should I leave them in? I don't know. I guess the real answer is to buy some new fucking batteries. Unfortunately, the

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 Are you fucking kidding me? When I shot the dart gun narrowly missing the girl's head, I felt an impulse of stupidity thrive throughout my body. I looked at her in a way that said, "I'm doing this cause I have to," and "Don't move, I'm shooting the wall behind you." Nerf doesn't hurt. Lets be honest, but I still felt like a fool. Can you imagine if the sucker stuck to your eye ball? Tearing

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Lets fight fire with fire.So I had an interview with Best Buy over the past couple days. To fire things off, I was really looking forward to it. After filling out their online application and clicking "submit," I was lightly concerned that my resume and other related documents wouldn't have been received since I've lost opportunities from network failures and denials before.But to my surprise, a

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School's out for... Soprano's?It doesn't take much to fuck me up when it comes to booze and intoxication. I'm a little bit of a light weight, but like everything in life I suppose you get used to it, and over time, there's a tolerance that I've gained for shit like this. It's not a sustainability for beer. It's a sustainability for complete bullshit.Every time I figure I'm in an uncomfortable

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-9929928197636111502010-05-25T23:06:00.000-07:002010-05-25T23:08:54.469-07:00

Sometimes I'll get this really really weird feeling in the back of my head. I'll start to think about where I am, what I'm doing and my place in time. It's not something that I'm down about -- I think about it all the time. A good friend of mine said that life's coincidences are all too often perfect. Too perfect for books or movies. It's simply a life worth reading.Despite taking the day off, I

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It doesn't matter how hard I try. Sometimes I'll act like an idiot. It doesn't take much to change somebody, and the more I think about it the more I realize I've changed more in the past six months than ever. There's been super-massive ups and downs; enough to the point where I don't know what's what anymore. There's a pre-war sword jingle happening in Korea right now. I'm worrying about little

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-30930835428671878762010-05-11T14:01:00.000-07:002010-05-11T14:09:34.041-07:00

"Facebook."You've gotta earn my like.The world is based on social networks. It's gotten to the point in our technology level where there is first party software and GPS to track anyone's movement through google maps. Furthermore, throughout our new found love of social networking, facebook status updates as well as twitter posts appear to pre-judge people. I figure that each and everyone that

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It ends up I'll actually have an experience to tell you about. As I speak, I am on hold for the Victoria Taxi cab service, whom which I have recently affiliated myself with. At this point in time, I am sitting on a bagged quilt set (plastic and all) in my basement relying on Shaw Cable's services to get me through to my cab driver. I left my iPhone in his car.God dammit. Talking to someone at

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-5866745906605865122010-04-30T00:17:00.000-07:002010-04-30T02:39:11.524-07:00

What do you see?Looking in from the outside is something that I've started to do. I'll take a situation that I'm in, and look at it from somebody else's perspective. This "person" sometimes doesn't even exist. I'll review the topic from a completely un-biased, eavesdropping ghost. And then I'll rethink.Moving up and down the scale is something that I'm starting to get used to. Small things matter

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-52529306859146451062010-04-27T13:13:00.000-07:002010-04-27T14:06:05.501-07:00

(And that's how you explain the universe.... any questions?)I am listening to the new Gorillaz album, called Plastic Beach. At the same moment, I'm uploading a bunch of music to a data stick, editing a science fiction story, eating Kraft Dinner and thinking about how the rest of my day is going to play out. I'm comfortably productive. Feels good. I also managed to make a cup of earl grey, grab a

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The Search for "That Topic."See, being at a loss for words is one thing. But actually having nothing to really talk about is something completely different. I could talk about weird orders that people bring up to my till (man eating a full package of raw hotdogs, while his wife admires knots [yes, knots] in a knot admiration booklet; they bought six huge jars of molasses), or I could talk about

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-47089879405592225952010-04-04T23:55:00.000-07:002010-04-05T00:14:33.937-07:00

(Almost as low to the ground as their.... stock?)That was close....I managed to change around my entertainment set up (TV, games, computers etc) into a more modernized home theater / computer desk setup. It's pretty high on the bad ass scale, but changing things around basically forced me to go through a bunch of old things.I found a lot of things in that little file cabinet. The bottom drawer is

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I'm gunning for one of those emotionally enthralling blog entries about how "life is and was so hard" and "how did this happen," but the bad just doesn't want to come to me. It's sitting on it's ass, in the back of my brain just melting into the ground. Kinda like those milk commercials. I am really 21 years old right now. But I'm younger now more than I'll ever be in my life. Every moment

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-4959565400151136492010-03-23T14:39:00.000-07:002010-03-23T15:01:22.525-07:00

The pale blue dot.We all live there. Earth. The planet we live on carries everything we cherish. Everything constructed by humanity is resting here on this rock flying through space. Every single thing you own, every person you've ever met in your lifetime, and all the beliefs that you have faith in -- they all come from the same origin. They come from a world in a world. They come from our

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-53577217725262673342010-03-17T20:17:00.000-07:002010-03-17T21:04:14.355-07:00

So I planned on having a celebration because on March 5th, 2010 my blog turned 1.I realized that this has some significance, mainly because most blogs don't make it one MONTH without being deserted or forgotten about. I'm an achiever, sometimes. I figured that I owe it to the blog, and to the readers to move up the scale of blogging. WoahRandom is a site that I personally love to bits, and it's a

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-14139190260797280762010-03-01T17:20:00.000-08:002010-03-01T17:41:13.769-08:00

(Einstein knows what I'm talking about...)There's 10 minutes left in the third period, and my team and I are losing by one goal. The coach calls a timeout shortly after the last whistle. "GET IN HERE." He says. I'm 16 years old.My old roller hockey coach could only really be described as a man that takes nothing but success into account. If you're a pussy, you won't make the team. He's a big guy

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-84942404559198313522010-02-24T20:23:00.000-08:002010-02-24T20:38:15.567-08:00

A damn good mix.Seems like sometimes things just… click. Some things will ruin your day. Ranging from a bad match in Modern Warfare 2, to breaking 3/6 strings on your guitar at once (holy crap, by the way). But it never turns out to be a big deal for me anymore. I could get punched square in the face right now, and I'd still be smiling -- with, or without all of my teeth. I'm feeling good, and I

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-84880914692266403292010-02-17T20:44:00.000-08:002010-02-18T00:25:58.992-08:00

Yeeeeeeeep.So my Xbox 360 red rang again. I had a feeling that it was inevitably going to happen over the next year or so… but buying this thing in September and having it crap out on me this soon is pretty fucking stupid. If life weren't going so well for me right now, I'd probably be fuming with rage. I don't think the Olympians should be the only ones getting gold metals, since I've got a new

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-12648053306065583252010-02-10T17:51:00.000-08:002010-02-10T18:05:46.270-08:00

GET IN POSITION. ----- That's what she said.Over the years, I've become very fond of my blog. I love it. I change it, post it, work it, use it -- you know, basically an entire Daft Punk lyrical trance. But there's a lot that goes unseen behind the curtains. Often enough, I'll start typing and either get tired and halt the post; or I'll realize I'm a little phased and won't post what I originally

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-43193052823536900562010-02-02T01:43:00.000-08:002010-02-02T01:53:46.641-08:00

Yyyyyyyyyyyyep. Must be true.Sitting here, just still. Staring into a pretty intense wallpaper. It has a road up in your face, then it goes over a couple hills then keeps going on straighter than ever into the distance. The sun is out, and the blue sky beams through the cracks in the sky; the vapor of the country side is slowly turning into the beautiful clouds above. Pretty epic. I'll

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Raaaaah blarrrgh aaahhhh! .... ugh.It's not healthy that bad dreams affect my entire day. It's almost two in the morning, and I still feel a bit shaken up from the whole thing. It's ironic that the day after making a post about Dimethyltriptamine and it's effect on the human brain, I get a nightmare. The whole experience just felt so real, even with the subtle thought of the dream being a figment

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-67497891700160088502010-01-24T04:49:00.000-08:002010-01-24T04:55:38.045-08:00

Haha, this made me laugh. :)Just how would one do this, you ask? Lets see.First off, "jailbreaking" is a term used to describe the hacking of one's iPhone in order to download applications and use an accessible coding platform to alter it's state. In other words, cool shit and free everything. I haven't done it, but I plan exploring the boundaries one day -- there's quite a few interesting apps

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-36386251934642040192010-01-08T03:30:00.000-08:002010-01-08T03:39:16.533-08:00

This time, it isn't beer. It's not weed, heroin or pills. It's not LSD, ecstasy, or Flintstones vitamins.It's rage. I am ready to.... breathe. I need to focus.No "if's.."Never in my life, have I ever been this frustrated. Never, once had I ever dreamed that the dramas of high school would insinuate themselves into the high skies of corporate structure. Never in my life, have I actually considered

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-39859592011570205792009-12-31T19:01:00.000-08:002010-01-04T12:58:19.775-08:00

I like turtles.It all starts with a ticket to ride. In this case, the ticket was a bus ticket. The ride, I thought, was just a simple transit up to my everyday retail job that in which I was looking forward to working with a good friend of mine. I got on the bus as per normal, ticket down the slot, beep and I sit down and stare out the window for ten minutes while the overcast city goes by one

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-36544530006485506552009-12-07T02:17:00.000-08:002009-12-08T00:49:42.921-08:00

"Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere." - Carl Sagan, 1980Personalization was always one of my favorite ways to let the reader know how important the subject was, because in short, humanity is important. For instance, a table has four legs. They're not actually human legs, but they provide the same service to a certain degree.Now, I just talked

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-32644318141486139112009-11-22T03:00:00.000-08:002009-11-22T03:29:30.001-08:00

I want you to get into a fight, and lose.You know how difficult it is for something to say right now? I was looking around some old Xbox games last week while I was cleaning up, and came across a couple old binders of dried up loose leaf paper. I thought they might have been old school work, or printed manuals on how to use my camera, or something. Then I recognized just what they were.They were

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-13610692492246469572009-11-03T21:01:00.000-08:002009-11-03T21:14:48.093-08:00

I've decided to make a post here without any real influence other than a good day at work, and a terrible burnout from the day before. A minuscule task that is performed on each opening shift at my place of employment normally takes between two and three minutes. For some reason, I felt as though I had became dumber and wasn't able to wrap my head around the numbers. It just didn't make any sense

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-22848973646018543412009-11-01T01:17:00.000-07:002009-11-01T02:37:47.703-08:00

Ahhhh, fuck it.I'm about 3-4 under, with an added shot of rum, and another of vodka. Easily enough to get my pussy ass going. Followed by a couple of primetimes and some extra anti-depressant. That, mixed with a terrible night at work and the desperate thought of the perfect relationship, is easily enough to get me talking. And since it's Halloween night, and I'm here at home, alone, drinking and

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-26921685184876921402009-10-17T01:45:00.000-07:002009-10-17T02:16:57.318-07:00

It'll smack your right in the face, when your brain crosses the T's and dots the I's and you solve that everlasting equation. It's called an epiphany, and I just had one. I would love nothing more than to share the contents of my day with all of you. It would be difficult to really point out the positives. It consisted of getting up at an hour I'm not used to, all to run to the door and receive a

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-77402909761378684722009-10-01T02:54:00.000-07:002009-10-01T03:16:03.626-07:00

If only I had propaganda posters to keep me going. There's been a fair bit of turmoil the past few months. Conflict with myself, with other people; the stress level has absolutely no concern for decreasing. I feels as though I'm detached right now, mostly from society. I'm having another one of those times in my adulthood where I look at the people around me, and their perceptions on me. And for

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-15677894944384512402009-09-11T01:22:00.001-07:002009-09-11T01:50:14.926-07:00

Holy F**K. Most intense LEGO ever.Mouth is dry, I'm tipsy and constantly making mistakes today. I dropped a glass of water earlier, and it exploded in slow motion. I started watching MTV when there was nothing on, and I'm drunk-dialing (via facebook) the people that I think about when I'm in the state I'm in. Great.So where are the positives? Most people I know tend to get overly dramatic when

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-76011008759454984472009-09-05T03:26:00.000-07:002009-09-05T03:36:34.476-07:00

My thoughts on....Contact Lenses, why we fight, technical upgradesDoing my daily run of the RSS feeds I look over (Kotaku, 1up, G4 and Engadget to name a few), I came across an interesting article about contact lenses which have embedded miniature LED lights in them, which are so small and ridiculously sharp that the person wearing the contacts is able to see their patterns. In other words, in

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-47617847479921767822009-08-28T04:07:00.000-07:002009-08-28T04:19:27.303-07:00

My thoughts on...Guardian Angels, filling the void.Is there someone following me? I wonder if it's true sometimes. Possible that there's not someone but something following me. Perhaps assisting me in making those little decisions, or telling me which eggs to put in which baskets... Well, I've come to a conclusion:Guardian angels are fuckin' CRUEL.There's a few reasons why. One of the few

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-39723979407442075042009-08-21T01:48:00.000-07:002009-08-21T01:52:34.741-07:00

My thoughts on....Reincarnation, and the Generations.See, there's this theory that I came up with when I was younger. I had recently watched the Family Guy episode where Stewie somehow gets turned into a sperm in Peter's junk, who fights for the escape and into Louis's junk to become a baby. Here's my theory. You know how some people have those near-death experiences, and they claim to see the

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-18595271839231596162009-08-12T04:29:00.000-07:002009-08-12T05:13:13.081-07:00

I took a shift at another store today. Retail job -- very similar in labor-like qualities. Complete the same tasks, same uniform, same computers. Just a new environment. See, I didn't really think the store was all that different, as there's a planned setting for most retail franchises that stretch across each store. Same sales, promotions and signage -- makes the company more uniform, and I like

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-38885800869750446902009-07-19T02:31:00.000-07:002009-07-19T02:54:35.104-07:00

(Too bad it smells like rotting corpses... and not freshly cut grass and oranges. Nice rhyme.)I came home the other day, from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and headed straight to the bathroom. Lets face it: the length of time you're going to wait at the public bathrooms at the movie theater to get a urinal (or a stall, ladies) is about the same amount of time it would take you to leave

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-5980478910022209652009-07-10T02:04:00.000-07:002009-07-10T03:03:40.186-07:00

(We've got the car in black, and red!)What if people had sliders? You know, like physical sliders that you could tell how they were feeling? Imagine how much better car salesmen would do? They'd check the sliders, and adjust their approach accordingly. I'm not saying that it should be easier to take advantage of people, I'm just saying that it should be easier to read people. You shouldn't need

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-59541083873397975602009-07-09T00:13:00.000-07:002009-07-09T00:36:17.971-07:00

(Race you to the end of the sky...)Start.Life seems like a race. Everyone's trying to make the most out of things, while they still can. Life is short, and people are rushed. I think that we need to slow things down a bit. For all we know, there's a life after this, and mimicking a drag race to get those life goals that are etched on our bucketlist finished might just make things more frustrating

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-39716749592191128632009-07-05T01:39:00.001-07:002009-07-05T02:10:29.557-07:00

More Mass Effect junkie talk heading your way in about.... now.The premise of Mass Effect (a videogame) is that human life is just another stage in a vicious circle of repeating rise and fall. See, the story in Mass Effect is that you are caught near the end of the last stage in the repeating cycle of organic civilizations. The belief is that organic life has technologically advanced in the same

Evan Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17949981240579021861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474193819873596229.post-1201485714360793402009-06-28T03:12:00.000-07:002009-06-28T03:57:55.176-07:00

I bought the last bag available today. The last bag of "Smoky Bacon" chips. They're pretty good. They don't taste like bacon to me. As a matter of fact, they kind of taste like the artificial bacon bits that I tend to put on baked potatoes with sour cream. It's pretty good. Can you tell that I'm hungry? I can. I've been looking into the core ingredients in food lately. There's a neat little

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Before heading to bed the other day, I played a little game called Mass Effect for about three hours. You've got to consider the fact that I don't really sit down and play games for this long any more. I used to, but now I'm trying to MAKE the games for a living. Playing them is almost a study. Hard to explain. Moving on...Mass Effect is a game where you (hard to summarize in his/her excellence)

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Ever explain something you feel is important to someone, and just notice in their face that they're thinking about something completely unrelated? I've had that happen before. The mind-wanderers are very, very popular at my store. I'll explain a membership, they'll be thinking about how yogurt is a living organism.But sometimes they'll be concentrating on your face. They'll notice things about

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I really do like credits. I enjoy opening cinematics, and conclusions to films, and books. I can't really explain how, but it's like I truly enjoy the outer surface of things. Like the chocolate part of the kinder egg. It's not too difficult to understand, is it? It's like I enjoy the presents under the tree. Perhaps it's the mystery that that I'm afraid and enticed about. There's a lot of things

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Thought I'd warn those of you that think games are toys to bugger off, and to return to the room that doesn't have a console connected to a TV (60% of American homes, by the way). I really do wonder sometimes why people don't take gaming seriously. Sure, there are twenty million reasons (estimated number of Xbox Live Gold Subscribers) that gaming can be viewed as immature, but there's one reason

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So I have had an interesting night. You see, there's these things that bottle up. They bottle up and explode. That just so seems to be a very similar pattern to my self. See, I'm moving back home, to the house with the family for the next year and a bit before my adventure to the mainland to become an artist of gaming. The things that go through your head while plastered at a barbecue are

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(woooooaaahhhhhhhhhhhhyeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!)It's not even me, sir. It's just a something out there talking to me in my head, and the thoughts are being carried out within fractions of milliseconds to really testify the validity of the forsaken thoughts of individuality. You know?So what's the deal with the sectors of the brain that feel? Not literally. Like... feel. It's difficult to

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Holy crap! It's just like that. You can look up ANYTHING on the internet these days. I just learned one of my favourite songs that I've been listening to all day. It feels SO good to PROPERLY play something that I like. It's amazing, and it only takes a single finger moving from one string to another.I wonder how I never saw that before.So aside from the constant unwanted beastiality e-mails that

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(Doo doo doooo..... FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!.)I said it to myself a hundred times. Just write it out. Play with it a little, see what kind of funny sentences you can make with the words. Or even new words? Ever try mad libs? Amazing things. A new story every time.The DILDO man went to the DANCEFLOOR and DRANK the ALFREDO SAUCE until there was none left. The CONFUSED man continued to MASTURBATE every few

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It's gotten to the point in life where things don't seem too real anymore. It's like I feel cameras, or other people watching everything I do, monitoring every step, thought and downfall. I'm a lucky guy, too. Survived a lot of things. School, drugs, work. Haven't ever backed down from something I thought I could handle. It, on occasion, will make me sick. I have a small wire that bridges my

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("it was like looking through a shopping cart.")I met someone today that I feel deserves some credit. I don't really know just what it was about this girl, but something seemed different. I was at work, counting things out in our retail section and it was kind of a funny videostore-gone-romeo-and-juliet moment. You know in the Claire Danes version of the film when they see each other through the

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(Just get up and choose....)Ever notice when you're looking through your library of movies and you're wondering what to watch, and you'll grab a few, toss them aside and then pick from the pile? I do. That's just how I do it.But I've noticed something that's very interesting with the way that people will watch shitty movies. If there's a sub par movie that you're familiar with that's about 1/4 of

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(this is an out of control missile. Irrelevant, but pretty cool.)Before you know it, half of the box of oreos is just gone. I'll taste them later, probably.... Nasty.I think I need a break from oreos. They're pretty good in small doses... but 24 cookies with a glass of milk isn't something that I normally do. It's just falls under the colum, "it sounded like a good idea at the time."There's a LOT

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So I had a little meltdown today. It's no secret. The whole world knew it when I changed my facebook status (*rolls eyes*)! But it's all good now. There wasn't really any single thing that got me going, rather a pluthera of small things just adding up. Some changes at work, the Blues scoring two goals in three minutes, absent friends, and a little spice. But a good friend came over, had a twelve

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I am in all seriousness, more tired that I have been in my entire life. I don't know what it is, but after moving I've come to the conclusion that I can't stay awake using red bull and amp energy drinks anymore. I need sleep, and now that the only errands that I need to run are for me alone, I figure that I've got a harder handle on my shit than ever. I'm getting more done than ever, completing

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