Being a business student, I am always subjected to professors asking to find and regularly read various articles from the Wall Street Journal. Being also a poor business student, this can be very difficult because the business school I attend provides relatively no subscriber passes to its students unlike other competing colleges and universities. So if you need an article for a class, or even want to browse the Wall Street Journal Online without much hassle, just follow the guide below:
Follow these Steps:
- Download Firefox and install it.
- Next, proceed to http://userscripts.org/ where there is a whole variety of various scripts to download for Greasemonkey. Search through and get the script WSJ Paywall Bypass
- Install the script, make sure your little monkey icon at the bottom of Firefox is colored and go and visit WSJ Online to view articles.
I only use this workaround because we have archives of the paper editions at our school, but instead of sprinting to the library and spending hours searching through it all, this is a much quicker way to find articles for assignments.
In case the massive marketing efforts of EA haven’t gotten you excited for Dead Space 2, GET EXCITED. If the sequel is anything like the original, we can expect more of the dismembering goodiness and pop up scares of the original. To get in the mood, I played through Dead Space and it still was pretty scary even on the second round through. Below I listed a few things I’m predicting for the sequel and a couple of hopes I have:
- Include more psychological scares – the scariest moments from when I was playing the first one, aside fromrandom pop-up scares, were the sequences that didn’t make sense. Necromorphs were explainable, and we knew the rules that are associated with them. But for the sequences where things were not discernible and could not make sense to me would scare me the most. Leave things to the imagination and try to mess with the gamer a bit and their senses, like Eternal Darkness did on the Gamecube.
- Beyond 4 limbed creatures – The first dead space had some decent variety when it came to the creatures. Besides the normal, “If you change the color of the monster, it’s super powerful!” cliche, there were brutes, crawlers, cysts, dividers, slashers, stalkers, swarmers, and other fun things to scare the crap out of you. But, I couldn’t help being disappointed a little by the number of limbs on the monsters. For a game that prided itself on calculated strikes on limbs to liven up the zombie game genre, there were no monsters with excessive amounts of limbs that were not bosses. Having just one creature that is reminiscent of an arachnid with many different limbs would be an excellent addition.
- Careful with Isaac’s story – Dead Space 2 brings us a little deeper into who exactly Isaac is and the troubles he’s going through. We’ll hopefully be getting a little more information on his wife, his past, and what exactly is going on in his head. I just hope in the sequel we don’t get too much “muck” to his story. No children, no ex girlfriends, and no other familial drama that isn’t directly related to his deceased wife. Keep the game focused on the horror and on the psychological trauma going on in Isaac’s head.
Aside from those three things, the previews and screenshots have made Dead Space 2 look pretty awesome. Can’t wait to see the reviews on the game and go out and play it for myself.
What about you guys? What do you hope to see from the sequel and what gets you scared in horror games?
This semester has been quite ridiculously hectic so far:
Got Kicked Out of University Housing:
Yup. I guess I’m a troublemaker? Hoodlum even?! That’s right, hide yo kids, and hide yo wife, because I’m just an awful
person. Also, I guess having a person that is in your room who is 21 and drinking their own single beer is a evict-able offense… at least in the eyes of the University. Oh well.
Now I’m living in a 3 bedroom apartment with my other roommates that got kicked out, and we’re paying $750 dollars less a month for three times the space of our original dorm with our own kitchen, bath, and living room. Heat and water are also included which is mad nice too. So I guess, I got forced into saving enough money that I can now afford that car I was thinking of? Thanks College! Gotta admit, I love it here. It sucked moving out, but now we always have people over and finally have a little more privacy. Distance from campus? 5 Minutes. Love it. ❤
New Girls, New Stories 😉
I am not a ladies man. Alright, alright, I’m outgoing, funny, kind, intelligent, and I respect and treat women right. Sound familiar? That’s right, it’s the exact formula that women in college don’t go after. I am not a spray tanning, eyebrow waxing, hair mousing, muscle man that is more in love with biceps than with his girl, so naturally, I don’t really have that many girls who I have intimate relations with.
But this year, it’s all different. Ever since the start of the semester, I’ve had a few different girls each month that are involved in my life for a bit, we do things and have fun, then next thing I know, there’s more girls adding themselves in. Where did this come from? Could it be that college girls are actually maturing and realizing that the Jersey Shore wannabe dudes (devout fan btw) aren’t all they’re cracked up to be? Maybe there’s just a spike in the college slut population, yet still these girls aren’t skanky, so that can’t be true. I don’t know what changed this year, but I’m lovin’ it. I actually have a few stories I may tell later on that you may appreciate. Nothing big, just regular gossipy stories that I know some of you subscribers out there eat up like crack coated charleston chews.
School is Hard.
Very. Seriously, doing a double major is not my cup of tea right now. Maybe it was the small period of homelessness I had in between moving (that’s right, I was homeless for a week: certified hobo fresh). Or maybe it’s just the fact all the intro stuff is going away and now we have to learn REAL things, not theories and such. Whatever it is, it’s just difficult and my grades are not so hot. HOWEVER, these last few exams I rocked harder than your grandmother’s rocking chair on speed, so hopefully that GPA will be flyin higher than MIA soon enough.
Business is Good
I started consulting this semester. You know, just trying to earn a little extra cash with some of the knowledge and experiences I’ve had in my life related to technology, business development, and other things. So far, I’ve had a few residual clients that I love working with. It gives me a chance to help out small business owners and other independent professionals with various portions of their professional establishment or professional lives, all while making a decent profit at it. (I charge about $35 an hour, which I guess is rather low for a consultant, but I don’t mind.) I really feel like I’m making a difference in these people’s lives and hopefully they are getting the information that they need to further their professional development.
But, I’m like Nutella, I’m delicious and spread nice over things, but you soon find out, that you’re completely out, and your breakfast, lunch, dinner entre is forever empty of sweet, sweet Nutella. WHY OH WHY IS IT GONE!? But seriously, I always feel like I’m spreading myself thin here. The company is going fine, you know, the one I founded over the summer? I have a partnership deal being hammered out with a popular nationwide pizza franchise which, if it goes through, would land me about $100,000 more with the business. So, hopefully things go well and they like what I have to offer enough to work out a nice little business relationship. If not, well, shit happens, gotta roll with it. Bootstrapping is nice and all, but a little extra nudge is always nice 🙂
Also, I’m working on a children’s book series.
“But David! You’re ****ing crazy! You know nothing of literature, children’s books, publishing, or anything of that sort!”
And to that I say, so what? One day, as a kid, I came up with a list of things I wanted to do before I became an adult and became boring. One of them included, well, not being boring, and also to come up with something to give back to the world as a whole. It didn’t matter what it was, but it had to be something material enough and something worthwhile that someone would say, “Hey, this guy, this guy right here. He did something that changed my life and helped me. Have some of my Nutella”. And then I would proceed to never run out of Nutella ever again and not have to resort to mundane peanut butter on my slice of bread.
Why can’t I make a book series? Who’s to give you the authority to tell me it isn’t going to happen and I should just give up the work I’ve put into it? Sure, I may do bad things occasionally, bend the rules sometimes, and talk and say things worse than a drunken Irish man that had someone take his keys away, but that doesn’t mean I can’t put together some semblances of human emotion and put them on a page and hope it helps a child out there learn about life.
It’s the experiences we have that gives us the ability to teach and produce true artistic material. I can’t remember which Simpsons writer it was that said it in a Simpsons’ commentary, but the best scripts they always had, were the ones where the writer could reach down into a personal experience or event in their lives and put it into a plot for an episode. That’s why, it’s not always an Ivy-League graduate who will produce the best movie, research, or children’s book, but rather an individual who has experienced many great and wonderful things in his life as well as many not so great things. I’m not saying the book will be like a multi-platinum album of the literary world, but even if it changes the life of one child in the world, I’d say that’d be pretty sweet.
Someone Hire Me
Like most college kids, an ideal life would be to go to school, find the perfect girl in or a little after graduation, get a decent job that’s got benefits, have a couple planned kids and maybe an accidental one, then work 50 or so years and die knowing that you were loved and relatively successful.
I gotta find me a job.
I did an internship this summer, and loved it, but now I have to find a new internship at a larger firm to possibly secure a position when I graduate. Graduation isn’t for another year and a half, so I have a decent time to plan, but still, I would like this feeling of floating in an sea of unknown to go away and actually know there’s a rescue career helicopter out there waiting to pick me up and bring me to a job with $50k a year.
I guess, it’s just hard sometimes to really motivate myself to do well in school. It’s like, where am I going? Where will I end up? Will I be happy? I guess I’m being super emo right now, but this is some serious shit. If I don’t figure out what’s going on with my life, I may wake up one morning and see an obese, disheveled, excuse for a man staring back at me in the mirror. I don’t want that. I want to be better than great. I’ll be so awesome in life, they’ll have a new adjective named after me. Oh, Warren Buffet? Yeah, he was a DAVID CREW.
But I digress. I love this place where I am right now, but it won’t last forever. I love doing these little projects, they keep my life interesting, and I guess if I end up finding myself unemployed for a while after I graduate, will hopefully keep me sane. I need to always be doing things, that’s why I’ll always update this blog no matter what. (So subscribe today! 🙂 )
Anywho, that’s more a less an update on what’s going on. Have a good one you guys, and lovin the views and subscribers we’re getting right now. It really means something when you see that stuff. Vote/comment/share today!
I know it’s been a bit since I’ve updated this blog, and you can blame that on college starting back up and now homework actually being assigned. No Gen Eds to actually take up my time this semester too, which is annoying.
Anywho, Futurama is a surprisingly underrated show, even today after having five glorious seasons and now going on their sixth. However, this year, Futurama has been pulling out every single stop as far as quality of writing, animation, and wit. Dealing with philosophical themes and issues of mortality and the continuum of time, Futurama provides some exceptional artistic presentation combined with the humor of the show.
I really can’t explain the intricacies of the current 6th season very eloquently, since I’m not a writer for Futurama and have that kind of superhero-type writing ability, but I definitely recommend episode 6, Lethal Inspection, and episode 7, The Late Philip J. Fry as episodes to watch that will both make you smile and laugh, as well as tear up a bit.
As always, stay awesome my friends,
Human nature is not necessarily evil, there are simply parts of a person that can make a person do despicable deeds. I was at work today talking with one of my friends, and he told me a story about a person he met who had fought in Vietnam many years ago. Apparently this soldier had fought on the front lines in many parts of ‘Nam killing and trying to win a war that was as long as it was deadly.
There was one day, though, that was especially terrible. While this soldier was fighting through a village, he came across a baby that was crying on the ground. Seeing the helpless little Vietnamese baby, he came over and picked the poor thing up to try to reunite it with its family or at least bring him/her somewhere safe. Yet, when he picked the baby up, there was a little *click* and the land mine that the baby had been set on by the opposing forces blew up underneath the soldier, sending shrapnel through the air annihilating the baby and severely wounding the soldier.
What kind of human beings use a baby as a lure to the enemy to try to make them come closer to a land mine? That’s just nonsense, seriously. I mean it’s one thing to smash through and wage slick Call of Duty war to wreck noObs, but it’s another to actually go out there, and use guerrilla tactics like that to take soldiers out. I guess that was a pretty common thing that happened in ‘Nam, to use women, children, and infants as lures and traps for soldiers. Terrible stuff, people, just awful stuff.
Yesterday I got back from Colorado, and I must say, it was pretty fucking awesome. Never before had I seen such beautiful landscapes, nice people, and rolling mountains. I tossed some pictures below for you guys to check out. Enjoy!
I don’t consider myself a genius when it comes to the process of purchasing domains and the entire handling of websites and such (if you talk servers, python, and other things I’ll just ask for a CMS), but haven’t we all seen this kind of process before?
Every couple of years we get another top level domain extension added to the registrar where you can register your long awaited, unique domain name to a less-than-the-infinitely-better-in-every-way .com extension since a bunch of schmucks all over the Internet with an average weight of 300 lbs. all purchased them long ago in 1996. There’s a whole slue “top level domains” out there for the GoDaddy power user:
- .coop – for the websites that don’t do single player.
- .tel – the extension for the nonexistent, long-since deleted word for “telephone”.
- .gg – the domain for internet websites with good sportsmanship tendencies.
- .arpa – the evil, malicious domain twin of the .sherpa domains.
- .museum – for the stupid intellectual who decided to throw as many syllables as possible into a domain. Oh yeah, and help museums.
But that doesn’t really matter because the process remains the same. Come out with a new domain, auction off the really awesome ones, then leave the rest of them to be picked up by the same 300 lbs people as some kind of Internet investment (people, Zecco is right around the corner if you want to do investments, ffs.). Then within a few months, everyone realizes how idiotic it is to have anything but a .com, tries to resell their “investments” that they paid a premium for through hyping, then the Internet quietly awaits domain transfers of .com’s again.
Seriously, the only domains that should be considered are .com, .org, and only if super duper necessary, .net. Otherwise, if I visit a site that has any other extension, I’m gettin’ out of there.