Vlad Yvhv

Update: The RPG will officially start on the 16th. I -will- allow late enteries, but late-entering characters will miss out on whatever exposition has been given before the time they arrive in the town.

SatAM kinda suffers a bit from being a cult classic amongst not enough people to be a TRUE cult classic... The same is true for a few of my other favorite cartoons. Most of the artists who were really passionate about this type of show years ago, have lost their passion for drawing about them by now. Or they were drawing in the heyday of their artistic days, and are now older with focuses on different things, or have otherwise moved on in life, or have even died. But, since the boxed set is out there, the show's fanbase likely will never die. We may just be in a lull, where the more passionate fans either have kids that're too young to really get the show just yet, or don't yet have have kids to expose the show to. I can tell you that when my brother's kid is old enough to appriciate it, they're getting a copy of the boxed set.

Omega Doom: A robot that Robotnik can't control, bent on helping the goodguys.

Phantasm: The Tall Man comes to down, to amass an army of of the undead from the dead of the Great War. Dulcy gets head-drilled. Robotnik gets double-crossed by a being he can't roboticize or kill.

I actually managed to get a box of Nintendo cerial when it was out way back when. It wasn't half bad. They also had a Smurfberry cerial.

*Somewhere in Southeastern Kansas, an unassuming 34-year-old, 5ft 3in tall Native American man with glasses walks past a crowd of people. When he has gone by them, he smirks, and for a moment, his eyes are pitch black. He is not simply the man these people have known for 34 years. No. There is someone else present, here. The one known as Vlad Yvhv has begun to stir again.* Cue the theme from John Carpenter's The Thing...

I hope my absence hasn't been too much of a problem. Especially amongst the RPG folk. I'm not back for good, yet. Just borrowing my grandparent's computer and internet connection for a few hours.

For those wondering, what happened is that my phone line died and AT&T decided they didn't want to come out an fix it. And I moved. So, now I'm trying to get them to come out and put a new line in at my new house so's I can get online again. Still can't afford high-speed internet.

So, I'll hang around a bit off and on today. But you won't be hearing much from me again until I get my new phone line. So, please be patient.

Oh, look. Another posted image by Shadow. He must not have anything important to say...

And just to clarify what I meant when I said "rednecks": The term "Redneck" has 2 distinctly accepted origins: The first is the the older one, where it was used to refer to farmers, craftsmen, and laborers of all types, who worked out in the sun and got their necks sunburned. Hence, they had red necks (and most people in those professions to date still get sunburned necks). The second is actually a documented example, set in Appalachia. It referred to the coal miners and others who wore red bandannas around their necks to show support for the establishment of a union. This version of the term was coined by a newspaper reporter. Neither of these origins is inherently bad, unless you're some kind of asshole who hates these kind of people. In modern usage it's a blanket term that replaces a variety of potentially offensive or non-inclusive classifications (Lower Class, Hick, Hillbilly, Rube, Cowboy, Backwoods, Blue Collar, Unsophisticated, Working Poor, Country Folk, [color] Trash), as well as a number of people with similar lifestyles (Farmers, ranchers, truckers, roughnecks, true and imitation cowboys, middle to rock bottom social classes who work hard/shitty jobs for shit pay, people who sing/write/enjoy/live Country music, and others raised with the values of these individuals, and those who identify with and support these people). "Redneck" is not an offensive term to us. It's a definition of who and what we really are. And we're proud of who we are, and the lives we lead. And if some politically correct asshole gets all butt-hurt over what we believe, do, and say, then it's because they're weak of mind enough to allow it to hurt them. If society were to collapse, we're the ones with the shortest distance to fall, and the fastest recovery speed. We're the people they'll come running to to save them from the marauders. We're the ones with the tools and skills to rebuild society from the ground up. We grow your food, deliver your goods, build your house, maintain your electrical grid, maintain your infrastructure, keep your house warm in the winter and cool in the summer, keep your vehicles running and come to your rescue when when they break down on the side of the road, and we do the jobs that Mexican immigrants would rather go back home than do. We are not bound by race or nationality. The world runs on our blood, sweat, and tears. Our lives and hopes and dreams are ground away so that the non-rednecks can live their cushy lives and have their hopes and dreams and not have to live like we do... Our values tend to be more old-school and hardcore. And if that bothers you, tough shit. Go grow a thicker skin and quit being so hypocritical with your "we have to accept everyone for who/what they are" PC bullshit that our we and/or our kin are out there fighting and dying to protect your right to have. We typically wish the term "Redneck" could be as all-inclusive as Jeff Foxworthy's would like you to believe, but the truth is that not everyone has what it takes to be one of us... Some people are just better off staying within the higher social classes, where they can function properly. Bring them down to our level and it breaks them... So, don't go telling me not to use the term "Redneck", unless you damned well have a better blanket term for us.

Today is my grandpa's 76th birthday. Here are a couple of songs that will always remind me of him.

Sawyer Brown's "Farmer Tan"

Little Big Town's "Self Made"

*levels Nock Gun at TRS.* "Who're you callin' a cur?"

More fragile in some cases.

They're a rather expendable format. A strong magnet, too much heat, a bored person, or just a little kid or animal can take one out rather easily. And sometimes the VCR will do the job, itself. And sometimes they just wear out.

Greetings, mortal. I hope you have a good time here. And don't mind VHS. He's a mortal, too.

Damn... It's 1 am already... I really need to go to bed...

Sorry I wasn't here to greet you properly yesterday. Had to go to my little brother's wedding. Anyhow... I hope you have a good time, here.

YOU'LL NEVER TAKE US ALIVE!

Fine with me.