The anecdotes of Mr. Wallace

2005-05-19T05:25:00.000+01:00

STAR WARS: EPISODE THREE REVENGE OF THE SITH IS HERE!

WOO HOO!

I will be masquerading in a mediocre Darth Vader outfit just to see it, like all other obsessed nerds. In other news, the report on Channel 7 who was covering the long lines in front of the NYC cinemas couldn't pronounce Sith. She insisted on saying "seeth", when it is pronounced "ssith". Fucking uninformed asses.

It's a real shame Oren is not into this or I'd be having him dress as Darth Vader and accompanying me to the cinema, because he's taller and more imposing. Dammit.

2005-05-12T05:15:00.000+01:00

WOAH SHIT GUYS, FUCKING MEETING MAY 15.

Meeting starts at 3:30 P.M , May 15. Be there at 3:00 earliest.

It well be held at the Starbucks Astor Place. Maybe next meeting, way ahead of time you can choose a different place. Bring your own money for drinks and food. Meeting ends officially at 4:30.

RSVP by commenting or PM'ing me on the forums. Dammit.

Confirmed: Oren, Jason
Probably can make it: Scott
Pussied Out:

2005-05-02T09:50:00.000+01:00

http://www.cnn.com/2005/TECH/ptech/04/28/subway.crime.ipod.ap/index.html

So I'm looking at this crap and I have to say, serves you bloody right. You know, I went to manhattan myself, and everyone has their Ipods out in full view like its a badge of honor. So if you're going to sit at the table in starbucks with your Ipod on the table, drinking your mocha latte reading mother fucking Nietzsche with a smug look on your face, don't piss and moan if you get mugged. Hell, I want to mug a few of those bastards myself. I've got a Playstation Portable, and I don't wander around the place smiling smugly and holding it up for all to see. I'm not that kind of asshole that feels the compulsive need to display how much better he is than you, I-have, You-Don't style. "Oh, I got my ipod stoled, waah wah." Shut the fuck up and deal. You deserve it.
Starbucks? That place reeks of Pseudointellectualism. Oh sure, read War and Peace with a self-assured look on your face, as if to say, "Well, here I am, world. I'm READING a book, which your are not! And it's WAR AND PEACE! And I am sipping my latte with more efficiency than you ever will have!" Oh, fucking spare me. It's a Coffee House, not Harvard. I despise people who feel the need to show that they are so much better than the public by showing off. Fucking retards. Like people who drive SUV's. Often the SUV is emptier than an Irishman's mug at the end of a day. What do you NEED such a waste of metal for, if you wont carry anything in it! And it's mostly rich white whores driving them. Need to fucking make up for your lack of backbone, so you buy a truck as big as my cock for it. Yeah, you need to drive the kids in it, big fucking deal. I normally see TWO kids in one SUV. TWO. How many people can it seat? NINE. If I was the king of the world I'd bloody well ban SUV's. Any woman with an SUV would get the pear. And if you're a man, you get the pear too. In the rear.

http://www.houseofdesade.org/torture/pear.htm

Bitches.

2005-04-20T08:10:00.000+01:00

I got a journal for posting randomness in. In other news Galen and Xav ripped Mags and I a new on in the NYRA chat. Oh, did you hear? Mags an I are best buds now. We talk over the phone constantly, console each other when he have problems...it's cool now. I'm glad he finally came to his senses.

2005-04-14T09:11:00.000+01:00

Ok, time to choke a bitch who thinks he can own me. So a dumb mother fucker who has penis size issues, bad eyes, bad breath, an ugly fuckin mug, and an egghead who calls himself "lord galen" wrote this dumbass mother fuckin Rant about me. OK, we got this bitch who wears a trenchcoat and shaves his head. Woo. Then he screams about his mother fucking Individuality. He has about the same amount of "individuality", note the quotes assholes, as the lameass Goths that run about the mall shrieking their individuality and then buying the SAME fucking spikes and boots that EVERY fucking Goth in the city wears. Holy fucking shit, you're individual. In 99.99999% of the public's eyes, you look like mother fucking goddamn NEO. So quit bitching you dumbshit. You look like Neo, everyone thinks you look like Neo. If you wear a Police Officer's uniform, people will think you're a Officer. PISS on your dumbass individuality. You look like thousand of pale, pasty bitches out there in coats and that's fucking it. Don't like it? I don't give a shit. Sure, maybe your twisted up little brain thinks Trenchcoats are just cool but guess what, no one else gives a shit! You're one of the many other assholes that wear coats because they want to look badass.
Also, wear some fucking contacts you dipshit. There ARE contacts that work like sunglasses, after all.

Oh, now you don't want to look like Maddox? Guess what, rants like yours are a dime a dozen, even if YOU weren't influenced by him. Maybe if you wanted to appear better to the general public you should actually write intelligent articles that aren't just big, steaming, smelly packs of BULLSHIT. Yeah, individuality reigns supreme on your site. Just what we need, another self-opinionated, I'm the king of my World, dyed-in-the-wool, grade A bastard. Millions of em out there, folks, so the first thing that pops into the average person's head is "maddox wannabe".

Here's a gem from there:

"But, NO, that can't be it! I just HAVE to be "trying to be" like someone else! Get this through your thick little heads, you small-minded, dick-head, inferior little shits: I AM ME! I know it's hard to fucking deal with because almost no one knows how to be anything without a movie telling them what to be, but there are still a few of us out there who don't give a flying fuck about what's "popular." "

Sure...you're you alright. You dumb bastard. What the general public thinks is more important than one man's opinion, even if he's right. Jesus Christ was a prime example. Wear your fucking trenchcoat, and DEAL with the shit you put up with, you fucking deserve it. That's the price you pay. Bitch.

No doubt he will write another badly thought out, self-important, retarded, and ego-building rant about me to make his E-penis bigger and improve his Popularity on the internet. Who fuckin cares? This is the first and last time I'm tackling his bitch ass.

2005-04-13T11:06:00.000+01:00

So. Ana decided to tangle teeth with me over my latest entry. Jason the Moron also decided to stumble in and do stuff with me, knowing all along I was right. So I showed her my last entry on AOL IM, she decided to try to make herself look good. I destroyed her rebuttal and she started swearing at me. Fucken gotta stomp some ass that thinks they can fuck with you eh. And then she starts using low blows, and I say, "Yeah, homie don't play like that" and stomped her ass some more. I left then. So big bad ol Jason comes in and starts talking to me like he's the God of Creation and telling me how Ana carried chairs and various things halfway across the city and waited hours for me. No way to talk to a very pissed off God of War, right? I call bullshit on this one! If she was smart she would have stayed at Astor Place Starbucks and waited, instead of moving. See how smart our President is? Then he said she was tired all day and had to preside over the table. Holy shit Sherlock! She did that? Wow dude, she's quick because last I saw she tabled for a few minutes then left David to it and necked with a kid she picked up tabling by the side. Then I tabled, dutifully. I endured assholes like never before and behaved like a cheap hooker in Gordon Heights to get one measly fuckin dollar. Then next morning she just bumps off me and Oren, who dragged himself from Ozone Park to Jersey for nothing. No call, no apology, nothing? So, with great justice and with Oren's cheering on, I destroyed Ana's rebuttal for great justice. I swear to God if she gives me any lip, I will get really angry. Gella decides to be smart and call me a Misogynist. Fuck that, I wouldn't have even said anything if Ana had not started name calling and screaming at me. Gella is going to receive the stomp of her life if she messes with me one more time because my patience with this whole retarded little troupe is wearing thin.

I need sleep now.

2005-04-08T14:00:00.000+01:00

I really don't want to have to go back down this road but here goes.

So I woke up bright and early Sunday at nine. Got dress, woke everyone else up, they got dressed, and we left for Ubercon. Ana, the incredibly clever and wise President of NYRA NYC decided that her sleep is more important than the rest of the gang, so she left me and Oren hanging at the Con, I had my fill of nerd stench, and Oren just couldn't stick it. Although he had some fun playing Counter-Strike 1.6 , he found the endless noise and chatter to be too much and escaped back outside to the lobby. I finished up the CS Match I was playing and went outside, breathed deeply of the nice clean lobby air, and then asked Oren if he felt like leaving yet. He nearly flew out his sneakers running out the door, not that I can blame him. Then Ana, clever girl, called me at one o' clock. Apparently staying up late does not do wonders for her. I was enraged and furious at her shortsightedness but I decided that if I let my anger run away with me I would reduce my chances of ever scoring to Zero. So I let her make her excuses and then shoved the phone in the suitcase. I slept inside the car, so I have not a clue what went on, all I know is that when I awoke Oren had left and my father was beside himself with rage. We drove home, and I charged up my laptop. And that's all.

2005-03-25T08:47:00.000Z

OMFG NO NEW UPDATES WHAT WE DO?!??

Stfu Noobs, and sit down. It's an update.

Getting my gaming rig back up and running ate up quite a lot of my time so now I'll jot down the events of NYRA New York City at Ubercon.

A long time ago, time ago I suggested to Jason that we go to UBERCON. After visiting their home page and checking it out, he agreed to send some members to help me. We had a long discussion about it on AIM, and in the end three people chose to make the journey; Ana Hevesi, Oren Balaban, and David, whose last name escapes my mind.

UBERCON is an enormous gaming convention held at the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Secaucus, New Jersey. Thousands flock to participate in the various activities there. Some of the many things you can do there are:

Participate in the LAN Parties. A few of the games used are Counter-Strike, Warcraft 3, and Unreal Tournament 2004.
Play tabletop Role-Playing Games with other people.
Play console games such as Halo 2, Soul Calibur 2, and Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.
Battle it out with other gamers in the LAN Tournaments. Unreal Tournament, Halo 2, and Counter-Strike are some of the games used.

It is currently the most known con in this time, and many famous web personalities show up at it. Since generous amounts of youth are gamers I suggested that this would be a good place to recruit members.

After conferring with the top brass of NYRA New York City, I set to work making a crappy sign. It served its purpose well, and I would have liked to keep it but Ana took it away. She provided chairs. I think David had the flyers and buttons but I'm not sure.

On the second day of the con, my father arrived from work at 11:00, changed his clothes, and then growled at us to hurry up. It's odd that he always is in the biggest rush to leave even if it doesn't concern him. My mother brought along what seemed like the contents of a small trailer and then we set off, in a small rental Dodge Durango.

Getting to Manhattan was a snap, but finding the place that Ana had said she would wait turned out to be an exercise in patience. We drove around all of Manhattan for 2 hours and then finally, we found the place where Ana was waiting. She walked directly past our car without paying a slight bit of attention. (she's the president of NYRA NYC, glory) Then I got out, chased after her for a block and then she found our car. My father was ready to rearrange her face when I brought her in but he didn't say anything. Which is always dangerous.

We arrived at the Crowne Plaza Hotel in a half-hour. We went in(with my mother scurrying after us as fast as her legs would take her)and then we ran into a...well...rather obese gentleman wearing a revealing medieval jacket that showed much more chest hair than anyone ever needs to see in their life. He showed us to the registering table, and we got 4 little badges with our names on them. Then the gentleman showed us to our table. It turned out Ana had lugged around those chairs for nothing, the guy had outfitted us with chairs already.

I stayed for a while, bubbling with excitement of course since this was my first con, and we managed to sign up 2 people. Then Casanova arrived. A skinny kid with sand-colored hair and a crappy little red vest on with the logo SECURITY on it, he looked like he probably never had seen a girl before. He sign up and then promptly took up a chair next to Ana. They started chatting about the con and then he rounded on me. "So, this your first con?" he asked. I said, "Yeah, it's my first." He says, "You want me to show you around?" "Okay." I got up and he took me back to the main lobby and showed me where the various events were. We stated talking about David and Ana and I casually said, "Yeah, she's going out with a dude named Jason, haven't met him..." He carried on like nothing happened about the con and then said he's going to go back to the table. I followed him back to tell David I'd be away and while doing so noticed Ana engrossed with Casanova's tales of bravery, how he'd thrown out several kids and such things. I wanted to say, "Buddy, you're not exactly guarding the Royal Jewels here, just so you know." But Ana seemed to be enjoying the attention and so I left to check out the Counter-Strike tournaments.

I logged in and promptly headshot another man. He started screaming, "WHO THE FUCK IS WILL? SOMEONE TELL ME WHO THE FUCK HE IS!" After 2 minutes of this I typed in "look in front of you, lol". I stood up and waved. The dude, a bony, tall guy, looked up, started laughing, and then yelled over, "You're a faggot, Will!" I said, "Yeah? Faggot this, asshole." Took aim on his head again...boom. Headshot. He shuts up and starts playing furiously. I couldn't help but grin widely as I played.

I handed out quite a few flyers in between rounds and a few people seemed really interested.

Then I returned to the table. I asked Ana if she felt like foods and she accepted. My parents came back(my mother had left to find a hotel and reserve a room)and we left. We found a very small Italian Bistro nearby, and went in. Then my father chose to be an asshole and decided to prove his point, god knows what it was, to Ana about youth rights, making jabs at her all the while. I ignored this and avoided conversation by eating.

Then we returned to the Con. Ana chose this time to leave with Casanova to check out the place. David also left for food and I was left at the table. I'm going to tell you, people are fuckin RUDE. I would say, "Hey, do you want to join the NY-", a guy would cut me off and yell "NO!" at the top of his voice. I got a few others to sign up though, including an Oklahoman blowhard who insisted on arguing about YR over and over. I held my point well, and then a guard who had signed up previously joined in. We passed the time busily talking about why the ESRB should cool down with the ratings. It was all stuff any NYRA member has heard before. I also sold ONE button. Cheap bastards.

Then David reappeared and I left to play more UT2004. In the midst of it Ana and her would be suitor(who was hanging off her like someone would snatch her away if he let go)said goodbye to me. They took all the things we brought and left. Then I went back to the table, told David I'd be going along now, and he left. Then I went back to my Hotel.

Okay, all that typing has numbed my teeth, later.

2005-03-11T11:29:00.000Z

Well, I had a quiet birthday party. Went to Applebee's, ate a fair sized steak, argued with my father(yawn), and went home. I got one present, an excellent statue of an angel and a small child. I placed it nearby my game shelf.

So Yasha is trying to insist that the Mossad is NOT behind the beheading in Iraq. It's his bubble, I'm not going to burst it, but I'm trying to pull him out from it. He's a grown man, I can't believe he would be naive enough to believe that a powerful, arab-hating organization like the Mossad would NOT want to make more americans racist towards Arabs. They know that most Americans are sheep. Look how many voted for George Bush. I personally was rooting for Badnarik, but that didn't turn out so well. John Kerry? Kerry is an idiot. He backed out like a little pussy at the last minute, and I'm sure the Mossad has a hand in that too.

Anyway, I made some more Yakisoba as a snack, and now I'm curled up like a fat snake on my chair.

NYRA NYC INFO
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There is a last Chat to be held on Friday, March 11 at 9:00 PM. You must be there if you are going to the Con.

2005-03-09T11:48:00.000Z

Here's a dude that tries much too hard:

http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=bongermann

Woo hoo, another man who thinks he's the shit for smoking weed. Fuckin Poser. I hate posers, they're full of shit. This dude's cool though and his screen name is Bongermann 13256. He'd be much cooler if he imbibed Bloody Caesars.

Bloody Caesars hail from Canada, a place where people really know how to mix drinks. Bloody Caesars are supercharged relatives of the Bloody Mary drink, with more flavor and zing than the standard Bloody Mary.

Recipe for a Bloody Caesar:

1 oz vodka
salt
celery salt
pepper
1 dash Worcestershire sauce
1 dash Tabasco® sauce
clamato juice

How to put it all together:

Rim tall glass with celery salt, fill with ice and ingredients. Garnish with a celery stick, straw, and lime. Enjoy immensely

I made yakisoba(fried noodles)today. While I had to improvise on tonkatsu sauce by using Soy Sauce, some sesame seeds, garlic powder, Mrs. Dash Extra Spicy, and chopped garlic made it an excellent dish, and I didn't even use egg noodles, just standard dry Maruchan Ramen noodles. ^_^ I feel terribly Otaku and all that. It made a small plateful, a good meal for me, but if you have a hearty appetite you may want to use more. Boil the noodles in water, drain the water, toss the noodles into a hot frying pan coated with vegetable oil and some water(half a cup does fine for me)and add spices you like and sesame seeds. Fry until browned slightly and firm. Toss into a plate, chow down.

2005-03-09T01:08:00.000Z

Wooo. Last night we had a NYRA online chat. Jason designed a flyer to be used at Ubercon, it's very well made, catchy too. Also, we got the minute details about transportation evened out, and the mission made clear.

We are going to Ubercon to recruit as many members as possible, never mind how long it takes. Some gaming might be done in between, and some internet surfing. Also, I am lucky enough to share a birthday with Ubercon. So that means I'll be pissing away my birthday sitting at a table handing out flyers. Life in the NYRA is ever so exciting. You'll become famous, they said. You won't have to do anything, they said. Now I'm in Manhattan and the Tri-State area more than I'm in my hometown. I wouldn't trade it for anywhere else.

Right now it's snowing like a bitch, it's windy and cold, and I'm staying IN my goddamn house. It's much too cold to go anywhere or do anything outside, I'm only hoping there's not too much snow or I'll have to drag out that big clunky excuse for a snowblower we have. Snow rocks when you're vacationing but when you're at home and you can't walk anywhere coz your feet are sinking into snow up to the knee it can suck a big one.

2005-03-07T07:31:00.000Z

NYRA NYC Events:
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We have decided that I will bus Ana, Jason, and Oren to the Ubercon. I will arrive at a predetermined date at the Starbucks on Astor Place to get Jason and Ana, and at another location to fetch Oren. We will stay there all Saturday and Sunday. The goal of this venture is to recruit as many members as possible.

2005-03-06T05:55:00.000Z

Interesting information: I have a journal that may prove interesting to NYRA members(or to anyone)if they find it. It has a lambda on the cover.

If it is found it means I am either

-Killed
-a lazy toff and dropped it somewhere
-looking for it

2005-03-06T00:49:00.000Z

Er. Hello.

This is my blog, a place where I "may" write about the National Youth Rights Org., post updates, and whine about my life like all the little angsty uptards out there :). This is my "FIRST POAST".

I have been to the cinema to see the movie "BeCool". Pretty good if you ask me. John Travolta stars as Chili Palmer, a movie producer that wants to get into the movie business. In my humblest of opinions Travolta is much too old for this but eh, people like him anyway. Cedric "the Entertainer" is also in the movie as a extremely rich record producer. Uma Thurman also has a role as a widow of another rich record producer. The story revolves around Travolta and Thurman, who team up to produce a talented young girl's album. Hilarity ensues.

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NYRA Info:

Jason may accompany me to Ubercon to table. Ubercon will be held March 11-12. If anyone else feels like helping they are welcome to.

NYRA NYC Online meeting may be held this sunday, March 9.

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