Shenanigans. Big-time shenanigans.

Posted August 1, 2007 by crazedpenguin
Categories: Uncategorized

I had made a post at Harknell.com in someone’s introduction topic. Little did I expect that it would result in my massive ownage. The penguin pictured in this image is my creation, as is the quote–a spin off on a popular saying on forums–but the pure awesome involved (the bulging eyes animation, etc) is courtesy of Onezumi.

It’s so damn great that it merits its own entry.

For more greatness, go to her site. If you somehow have missed the link above and the one with my other links, it’s www.onezumi.com. You might want to try www.hop.com if you couldn’t find the link in question up until this point, by the way.

- Pengy

Diary of a Disgruntled Madman, part 4

Posted July 8, 2007 by crazedpenguin
Categories: Migratory Works

Part 4, which is partially in response to Travis’s comment.

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Color me…?

Posted June 18, 2007 by holypaladn
Categories: Sentinel Inn

Are you a Chameleon?

Before you answer that question, think about it for awhile. Let me give you a situation.

Johnny, a young lad who is often a class clown in high school, is spending time with his friend Steve. During their time together, Johnny insults Steve and makes jokes about him. Steve replies the same and the banter goes back and forth. After time has passed on their lovely Friday afternoon slander-fest, both gentlemen walk away, enjoying the time they’ve spent together. Both men know the jokes were only meant as a means of having fun and neither meant harm to the other. Later that night, Johnny is with is a good friend, Jessica. The encounter is a 178 degree turn from earlier in the day. Now, Johnny is heartfelt and presents himself in a caring manner. Once in awhile, a joke or two slips out, but the night is uneventful in terms of offences. Jessica, being the shy creature she is, continues to be innocent and show a side of her that everyone at school knows about. Sharing the problems of the world, discussing their own troubles and issues, and eventually just enjoying their soft silence, they sit in the grass looking at the stars above. The next day, Jessica is with her friend Sarah. Their experience together has Jessica swearing here and there while Sarah just zones out, barely keeping up with Jessica’s story of the past night. Jessica’s frustration over Johnny’s ability to reveal his feelings brings her to a furious release of derogatory words, a manner Sarah is not unfamiliar with.

In the above situation, what did you notice, besides the horribly simple staging? Johnny acted differently in front of Jessica than he did for Steve. The same goes with Jessica, she changed herself as well. Does this sound familiar? I’ve found often in the different relationships I’ve experienced (friend or otherwise), I manage to change my “colors” to fit the person that I’m spending time with. If this is true for you, or you’ve experienced a friend who does this, the next question is, “Why do they do that? Why not be the same self in front of everyone?”

Well, the answer isn’t as easy as one might think. A number of factors could contribute to the differences. For one, the interaction between two people might be different depending on the time at which they met in life. For Johnny and Steve, they may have met each other very earlier in their lives and been through experiences that have tested the strength of their relationship. They survived obviously, which gives them the ability to joke with one another and still know they are friends at the end of the day. Another might be the feelings two people have for each other at the time. Johnny and Jessica both like each other and care about each other, so they act very reserved around each other and put forward their effort into looking presentable. Jessica and Sarah’s interaction may be based on how easily comfortable either of them can be with the other. For Jessica, it isn’t difficult to find that level of comfort, so she simply lets herself go and says how she feels to Sarah. Sarah, on the other hand, listens but still does not have that same feeling her counterpart has.

There may be more reasons, but the ones previously mentioned are those relating to my example.

So what does this mean? Is there something bad about changing the way you act between different people? Not necessarily. But then it becomes the question, “Which one is the true self? Is there even a true self?”

I believe there is, just as a chameleon that changes its skin color to keep itself safe. Like the chameleon, the only thing that changes is the outer appearance while the inner core, the true self, exists. It shouldn’t be thought of as a façade when someone changes their “color”, more of a variance of the original personality. In certain situations, we may feel the need to change our gestures and actions with different people. Not essentially to “protect” ourselves, but we might do it to adjust to others. Furthermore, we may do it to show how we truly feel about a person, albeit in a subtle way. For Jessica and Sarah, Sarah may put a distance from the situation because she isn’t a particular fan of Jessica or what she has to say, but since they have a history together, she may feel obligated to not be rude or mean. Some people may have a different opinion or situation, and thus a different attitude about how to handle Jessica. In a different branch, Sarah may just say, “Shut up Jessica, stop being such a whiner about Johnny!” Again, this is all dependent on the originality of the person. For Johnny and Steve, their insults become a special way for them to express how they care about each other. It seems a strange way to say “buddy”, but is it all that hard to believe?

This works great—in theory—for one-on-one relationships, but what about social interactions? Unfortunately, they have different circumstances. This is sad to reference, but have you ever heard the song “Sk8er Boi”? In the song, Avril Lavigne talks about a girl who likes this boy, but because of social pressures, she passes him off. The idea is the same, in the discussion here. Her attitude or the “color” she wears for this guy is based on how she appears to her friends. A “Color bleed” occurs and we make a choice about how we want to act between two different people or groups. Sitcoms have done it before, the child feels regret, because he/she played a practical joke on one friend because the group of friends he/she wants to be a part of told them to do it or else they couldn’t hang out. In the end, the moral is to be true to your friends, but it holds so much more. It shows a real world truth of how one group of people can effectively force a color bleed on one person to occur. Granted, in real life, it doesn’t play out so simply or so obviously. What’s more, the same thing could happen between two social groups. In the end, it becomes the choice of the original personality.

Assuming the above is true, where does that leave us? Are we to be ashamed of the ability to do this? No. Why be ashamed of our human natures; it can’t be changed, so why try? Should we get angry at others because they may show a particular color we don’t like? Why should we? It is how they feel to express themselves to you, there’s no changing that either. It’s more about understanding that we do it and try to keep it in mind for our everyday interactions.

As this is a forum of discussion, I invite anyone to post their thoughts about the subject to open up some discussion. This isn’t meant as a truth, it’s meant as a means to open up new thoughts and ideas. I’d like to hear what other views on the topic.

Are you a Chameleon?

Diary of a Disgruntled Madman, part 3

Posted June 7, 2007 by crazedpenguin
Categories: Migratory Works

It appears that my Auntie may have been correct in her statement that I needed a job.  Shop ‘n Stop was exactly what I needed.  My horrid pay per hour, however, was not, and so I ventured to the Manager’s Lurking Quarters in order to have a word with the overlord of my workplace.

My manager was receptive of my complaints that a man of my caliber was deserving of much higher status in this store of edible delights.  I was relocated to the position of Customer Service.  What a farce!  I see now that the so-called “manager”-beast had understoond my true capacity for greatness and sought to bring me to my knees with the rage of a million elderly women who want their cigarettes.  I was also forced to begin understanding a game called the “lottery.”  This unfamiliar thing confused and baffled me, so I felt it best to study it in order to understand better what it is.  After hours of reading sites on the informational highway which travels at high speeds, I felt I was properly armed for such an occasion at my next work-day.

And so, my opportunity to show my newly aquired knowledge arrived.  An elderly woman, roughly between eighty-five and two-thousand years old, approached the counter at speeds unheard of for someone her age.  After waiting for around three hours, taking my fifteen minute break and returning, she had made it to the counter.

“Yes, ma’am, how may I help you?” I asked, “FOR I AM HERE TO SERVE YOU, THE CUSTOMER, WHO IS OF THE UTMOST AND HIGHEST IMPORTANCE!  YOU ARE THE CENTER OF MY UNIVERSE, MY EVERYTHING, OH, MY SWEET REASON FOR LIFE!”  Clearly flattered, she blinked at me a few times, coughed, beat me with her cane and then replied.

“Why yes, sonny.  I’d like the lottery…”

But I knew how she would finish, oh yes.  The selfless, caring woman, giving herself so we could have a good harvest!

Well, I lobbed one rock at her before I was hurried up to the manager’s office.  After several inquiries as to what in the hell I was doing, it was made perfectly clear to me that the lottery is a state-regulated game that involves a number of games that benefit people like the woman I had just hospitalized.  This is unexpected and somewhat ironic, I feel.  It is clear that I have to work harder on understanding my job.

On a brief tangent, before bringing this entry to an end, it seems Ugor has developed an unhealthy obsession with muffins.  I have to find a way to come up with around $1,500.32 in order to cover the costs of the emergency liposuction he underwent this afternoon.  How unfortunate.  That Muffins R Us never saw him coming.

Diary of a Disgruntled Madman, part 2

Posted June 7, 2007 by crazedpenguin
Categories: Migratory Works

It has only now occurred to me that I failed to describe my heroic, epic and overall amazing escape from prison.  After meeting Ugor, I came up with a plan–a truly dastardly scheme–to return to the outside world.  For, you see, the bed did not fit my needs, I had no access to my library of scented and color-coded toiletries and the gristle these savages referred to as food did not satisfy my sofisticated tastes (note to self: treat self to a Happy MacCancer burger soon, with a side of fried lard).

I was going to use Ugor to distract the guard by wrapping him in the mattress and, through using two electromagnets I had assembled with some of the lunchtrays and utensils from the cafeteria, make him appear to be levitating.  When the unsuspecting officer came in to investigate the bizarre spectacle, I would activate the remote-controlled bottomless pit I had installed in my cell and drop him into the very bowels of Hell!

Dear Auntie Gertrude arrived and made bail, instead, after trying to call me and make sure I am all right.  After a firm reprimanding from her as to the importance of not going off and getting arrested, she returned me to my lair.  She had also commented on something to the effect of “just because you’ve got money doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have a job.  It’s a valuable life experience.”  As a result, much to my dismay, I have chosen to apply for Ugor to get a job.

Unfortunately, due to most places of employment classifying Ugor as a hazard to human life, I have had to get my own job.  The local Stop ‘n Shop has hired me at a mere, pathetic $6.25 an hour.  Apparently I have no right to complain, says Auntie Gertrude, as there are poor, innocent children working for pennies a month to do hours upon hours of backbreaking labor (note to self: look into new, potential employees in far off lands).  I am a bagger, at current, and shall continue to inform you pathetic, insignificant peons of my ongoing quest for global domination.

For now, however, I must go and once again retrieve Ugor from the local prison.  It seems he has been arrested for capturing and ingesting a rare, migratory species of hummingbird.  This may be a sign that he needs to be trained.

Diary of a Disgruntled Madman, part 1

Posted June 7, 2007 by crazedpenguin
Categories: Migratory Works

Originally posted on my DeviantArt, www.theoryofmalice.deviantart.com, which receives little attention anymore. It will be continued both there and here from the 4th one onwards… Read the rest of this post »

Looking back, my writing was(is? XD) pretty terrible.

Posted June 6, 2007 by crazedpenguin
Categories: Uncategorized

When I managed to get to the old Pengy Press site, which I still have open for the sake of kicks, I figured I’d bring some things over from my old works. Let them settle in here, acquaint themselves with the new works–sort of like neighbors, if you will–and intermingle.

Upon looking at most of the things posted there, I’m greatly disappointed with my older work. It just doesn’t feel good. This completely ignores the fact that I cannot look at things I have written without deeming them trash immediately, regardless, because I have written them.

So, long story short, Migratory Works will be a bit lonely for a while until I can bring myself to really search the Pengy Press’s old site for something really worth reviving here.

Also, major update later today (Wednesday) in terms of content. Not much beyond that in terms of site appearance, though that needs to be dealt with soon.

Tomorrow will be cloudy, with a slight chance of terror…

Posted June 6, 2007 by crazedpenguin
Categories: Migratory Works

This work was originally posted at the old Pengy Press Web site, and was last edited on November 7th, 2005. Nothing from this point has been edited from its original form (which, hopefully, will remain the case because PageRealm liked replacing apostrophes and other things with nutty characters… Read the rest of this post »

Summer of Sequels: New Ideas are Clearly Overrated

Posted June 6, 2007 by crazedpenguin
Categories: Movies, and Other Entertainment

This summer has started off as a summer of sequels at the box office, as evidenced by Pirates 3, Shrek the Third and Sam Raimi’s recreation of Army of Darkness under the clever disguise of Spiderman 3. Fantastic 4 has a sequel on its way, too. Of course, it would not be fair to ignore other sequels in theaters, most noteworthy being 28 Weeks Later for not being a straight-to-DVD affair. And I mean that, it really should have been.

Ignoring poorly conceived sequels to Resident Evil knock-offs, it’s safe to say that the lack of original content has been both a blessing and a curse. Let’s keep in mind that my extreme bias has kicked into full effect by now, so this will be very one-sided. Readers have been warned. Read the rest of this post »

Nintendo Wii: Somewhat Less-Than-Revolutionary

Posted June 5, 2007 by crazedpenguin
Categories: Geek Gear and Electronics

Admittedly, I should have and could have written this article a few months ago, but it would have been considerably more biased and not as good. That is, of course, not to say that it’s particularly good now…

Digression aside, it cannot be denied that the Nintendo Wii was highly anticipated, that it’s a new and unique way of playing games and…that, in all honesty, it usually takes a serious jump-start of motivation to get the thing started up and really play. It’s not a difficult console to boot up and get started with, it just isn’t something that I really feel as much of a need to go play. It just lacks that “Come on, get some friends together and waste a few hours of your life in front of me,” calling that the Nintendo Gamecube coupled with Super Smash Bros. Melee or the XBOX with Halo 2 and, on some occasions, LAN cables an extra XBOX and two televisions. Those were good times.

Now, in all fairness, getting together with a group of friends and playing Wii Sports or Wii Play (note the lack of actual major multi-player games, other than Super Monkey Ball or…slightly less tolerable games, as far as I’m concerned, such as WarioWare: Abused Concept Gone Sour) makes for some fantastic times, too. Playing Wii Tennis with one player on both sides of the court (Yes, this was my brilliant brain-child and, yes, it had some pretty amusing results) is great. Wii Play’s billiards is, in all probability, the best way to spend time at a friend’s apartment at 3 in the morning short of…Well, a dozen or so other things, I’m sure, but it was a wonderful idea at the time.

However–and there is a fairly large-sized however in here–the Wii depends solely on having a remote control that you wave at the television to operate the games. This is innovative, new and something that gets boring very quickly. For people who are overzealous and not active enough outside, this results in muscle pains, cramps and bitching. For people who haven’t the attention span for waving a phallus-shaped object at the television for more than half an hour’s time, this can be a bit of a bore. Really, the biggest problem with the Wii is that it currently lacks anything that is truly “new and exciting” for gamers. It’s about as interesting as Halo 3, the latest XBOX triumph–beta only, at the moment, if memory serves me properly–where you–SURPRISE–can shoot aliens that are up to no good, get into death matches with friends and, if need be, act like a total asshole on XBOX Live.

Don’t take this the wrong way, either. I’m quite pleased with the purchase I made back in January, when I managed to get the last Wii available at the nearest WalMart to my house. I’m simply stating that I feel it’s a system based too strongly around a gimmick and in need of something that’s really innovative. Here’s to hoping that Super Smash Bros. Brawl and Pokemon Battle Revolution, among other things, are as good as they look.

And, in closing, I will concede that Super Paper Mario–the bits I have played–is quite an excellent game. Highly recommend it.