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Justin

+Deliver me please... For I know not the way...+

About Me

.~.On a good day, I soar across the countryside-- Possiblity and idealistic curiousity are my wings. See how brightly I burn. On a bad day, awash in a doldrum sea of indecision and doubt. Light cannot pierce the clouds surrounding my apathy.~.
.~.I am known as the half-mimic. Sometimes I wonder if I'm not good at what I do, only good at mirroring those who are.~.
.~.Then... who am I?.~.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers) Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful) Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous) Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) Extreme
Level 7 (Violent) High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) Moderate
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis
You approach Satan's wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell.
Your Element is Fire
Your power color: red
Your energy: hot
Your season: spring
Like a fire, you are full of power and light.
A born leader, you easily draw people toward you.
You are full of courage and usually up for anything dangerous.
You have a huge ego and love to be the center of attention. What Element Are You?

My Interests

Balance.
Repetition.
Composition.
Mirrors.

Most of all, the world is a place where parts and wholes are described within an overarching paradigm of clarity and accuracy.
The context in which makes possible an underlying sense of the way it all fits together, despite our collective tendency not to conceive of it as such.

But then again, the world without end is a place where souls are combined, but with an overbearing feeling of disparity and disorderliness.
To ignore it is impossible without getting oneself into all of kind of trouble, despite one’s best intentions to not get entangled with it so much.

Meanwhile, the statues are bleeding green.
And others are saying things much better than we ever could; as the quiet become suddenly verbose.

And the hail’s heralding the size of nickels.
And the street corners are gnashing together like the gears inside the head of some omniscient engineer.
And downward flows the garnered wisdom that has never died.

Then finally, we opened the box, we couldn’t find any rules.
Our heads were reeling with the glitter of possibilities, contingencies... but with ever increasing faith we decided to go ahead and just ignore them, despite tremendous pressure to capitulate with fate.

So instead, we went ahead to fabricate a catalogue of unstable elements and modicums and particles.
With not zero total strangeness for brief moments which amount to nothing more than tiny fragments of a fainter smell.

Meanwhile, we’re furiously seeing green.
And the map has started tearing along its creases due to overuse... when in reality it’s never needed folds.

And the air’s withholding the sound of its wellspring.
And our heads approach a density reminiscent of the infinite productivity of the center of the sun.

And there in lies the garnered wisdom that has never died.

Expectation -
leads to disappointment.
If you don’t expect something big huge and exciting...
usually...
I dunno,
just, uh yea...

Interests

.~.The enthusiast press.~.
.~.Electronic entertainment-- i.e. "Game Tapes" as the kids call 'em.~.
.~.I tend to surround myself with fantastic media, only to eventually conclude that I do not have enough time to ingest it all-- Alas, such are the toils of one who is immersed in the industry of electronic gaming.~.
.~.Enough of this pompous prose, I say. Onward and upward, men!.~.

.~.Reading.~.
.~.Writing (obvious?).~.
.~.Singing-- Magnificently, I might add.~.
.~.Making you laugh.~.
.~.Making your enemies cry.~.
.~.Wounding common perception.~.
.~.Mindless self-indulgence (not the band, either. Time and place for everything, kids.).~.
.~.Seeking the justice my soul demands.~.
.~.Winning-- I am good at what I do; Liberating the filthy dollars from the purses and pocketbooks of Cleveland citizens. It's sad, really. Most don't even realize it until the next day. Be careful with me, you never know when you're being raked over the coals... ;).~.
.~.Pulling mobs that are far too uber for my 34 NE Hunter in WoW.~.

I'd like to meet:

.~.Anyone else on this frequency.~.

.~.Can anyone else hear me?.~.

Music:

.~.These are going out in no particular order-- just putting them in as I think of them.~.

.~.Linkin Park.~.
.~.And whence, Fort Minor.~.
.~.Avenged Sevenfold.~.
.~.Sonata Arctica.~.
.~.Panic! at the Disco.~.
.~.Breaking Benjamin.~.
.~.Nightwish.~.
.~.Flyleaf.~.
.~.Staind.~.
.~.The Killers.~.
.~.And whence, The Bravery.~.
.~.The Postal Service.~.
.~.And whence, Death Cab for Cutie.~.
.~.Theory of a Deadman.~.
.~.Weezer.~.
.~.Story of the Year.~.
.~.System of a Down.~.
.~.Strata.~.
.~.Gackt.~.
.~.And whence, Malice Mizer.~.
.~.My Chemical Romance.~.
.~.Tool.~.
.~.And whence, A Perfect Circle.~.
.~.Modest Mouse.~.
.~.Franz Ferdinand.~.
.~.LostProphets.~.
.~.John Mayer.~.
.~.His Infernal Majesty.~.
.~.30 Seconds to Mars.~.
.~.Ben Folds.~.

Movies:

.~.Requiem for a Dream.~.
.~.American Beauty.~.
.~.Good Night, and Good Luck.~.
.~.Fight Club.~.
.~.Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.~.
.~.Waking Life.~.
.~.Star Wars Trilogy.~.
.~.Lord of the Rings Trilogy.~.
.~.Battle Royale.~.
.~.Hero.~.
.~.Big Fish.~.

.~.Akira.~.
.~.Vampire Hunter D.~.
.~.Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust.~.
.~.Ghost in the Shell.~.
.~.Cowboy Bebop: The Movie.~.
.~.Spirited Away.~.
.~.My Neighbor Totoro.~.
.~.Princess Mononoke.~.
.~.Howl's Moving Castle.~.
.~.Hell, if Miyazaki had a hand in it, I've probably seen it.~.

Television:

.~.Usually if I make a concerted effort to laze about in front of thine yonder picture box, it's only for a couple reasons.~.

.~.Smallville.~.
.~.or, Family Guy.~.

Heroes:

.~.Miyamoto-san, for single-handedly revitalizing the industry that butters my biscuits (so to speak) and molding it into what it is today.~.
.~.Dan Hsu, for sterling integrity in the field of the enthusiast press and journalism as a principle.~.
.~.Edward R. Murrow, for putting his relative liberties and self-image over the fire for the sake of justice and for flexing the power of the pen to such abandon that it inspires men to stand and fight.~.
.~.M$ CEO, Steve Ballmer, for screaming "Developers, developers, developers!" fourteen times at the GDC a few years back. Fantastic, man, really fantastic.~.
.~.Michael Gergye, for being a constant inspiration and driving force in my current position in the industry, and for being the type of person that does this just for the sheer magnificence of changing someone's life.~.
.~.Finally, my mom... For making things work, even when the odds are constantly against her (and also, for being the most overworked, underappreciated person in history).~.

My Blog

OMG Fuckin' Cliffy B!!

ZOMG!!111!1!!one!!1 I've got fuckin' Cliffy B on my Friends List. FUCKIN' A!!
Posted by Justin on Mon, 26 Jun 2006 10:22:00 PST

A cold and broken Hallelujah...

Days like these have an odd way of getting to me. And it's not just feeling out of touch like I did at work today. It's not the coming home and immediately retreating into my room for the rest of the...
Posted by Justin on Wed, 14 Jun 2006 12:52:00 PST

Devil's Little Sister

"Coming Undone" by Korn Keep holding on When my brain's ticking like a bomb Guess the black parts have come again to get me Sweet bitter words Unlike nothing I have heard Sing along Mockingbird You d...
Posted by Justin on Tue, 23 May 2006 01:34:00 PST

"He who makes a beast out of himself..."

"We were somewhere around Barstow ,on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold." The whole thing was like the weed scene from Requiem for a Dream. Designing the layout, setting up th...
Posted by Justin on Mon, 01 May 2006 01:49:00 PST