Animal Crossing

Okay peeps, it's time.

To whomever may be reading this, consider this post ur private little AC haven. You can use the comments section to set up times to meet up on wifi and swap friend codes and so on. I'll update it frequently to keep it in plain view. I don't expect this to blow up into some huge Joystiq-status blog, so hopefully it will remain intimate. Nevertheless, everyone is welcome.

Trade items, assemble fishing/insect tournaments, show off your houses, and ultimately make friends. I hope you find that this helps.

Think of it as joining an AC tribe.

(and i'm 3-for-3 with the "T" paragraphs)

[Update- I shoulda done this from the start, but here's my friend code info:
0344-2052-8480
Rollin
Infendo]

AC Diary- Dec 24

Another meeting in Mordavia last night. That place is my second hometown, i swear. I got there around 1 am. Cocoa and Las were already chillin up in thurr. I was late to the party and on time.

I had my college age, government-loathing, cop-hating, fuck the system teen attire this time. It comprised of a pink mohawk- which i'll explain in a sec- a custom made flippin-the-bird shirt, a pair of red glasses for that argumentative look, and a buncha anger. The goddamn Shampoodle hairdresser mucked up my 'do again. I chose "flirty" and "wear everyday" in the questions, thinkin it'd get me some crazy cool mess of hair. NOT. Chick gave me some dyke-lookin, Demi-Moore-in-Ghost short cut with pink hair, god knows why. So i just put a mohawk wig on and i was set.

When i got there, i was awestruck-- Cocoa was lookin ohhh so hot. I wanted to get all up IN dat *thrusting motion*. She knows something i don't, cause her hair was effing awesome. I had taken my gay ribbon from the night before to give her, and when she put that on, my handheld nearly slipped outta my hands. And the DS, too (heyooo!). Truly smokin hot, head to toe. Later, the gang informed me that neither of them knew Spanish, to my surprise. I mean, i know they're Rican, but damn. I had assumed they spoke the language of hicks. Oh well. There goes most of my in-jokes.

Some dude named Jason stopped by, turned out to be Cocoa's mom. Wei-rrrrd. She then left and came back as Leah (who didn't speak Spanish either). Leah gave me an orange when we met. Even though oranges r my native fruit, it was the sweetest gesture! I gracefully accepted it...then sold it to Nook :/. Leah was constantly yelling. Unintetionally, but that only made it funnier. Lasant and i got into a dick-measuring contest with our fish. Let's just say his Sea Butterfly didn't quite match up to my Koi ("overgrown Goldfish" he called it). Me and Las were up till about 3:30am after the girls left. Good times.

I cannot get over how cool Lasant's living room is with the T-Rex comin through the window. It's like he was on the set of Jurassic Park 4 (5?) and they stopped production early, leaving the Rex there. Then when u get upstairs, his second floor is a freezer. Don't ask me, man. I'm not sure if we're getting together tonight, being Festivus Eve and all (i just realized this). I'm gonna be partying till the wee hours of mañana morning, so if you guys read this and still wanna hang, let's do it early damnit.

But seriously, i need to stop getting these homo haircuts.

I just noticed how Las, being an indian, is the only one that looks like he should be fishing. I later offered to trade a Koi fish and some beads for his entire town. (Un)Shockingly, he accepted.

AC Diary- Dec 23rd

Yesterday, Nook returned with his new shop: Nookington's. Dude has a friggin salon in there now. All it's missing is old hispanic ladies gossiping in spanish with Telemundo on in the background. The hairdresser there asks questions to see which style you get, so it's anyone's guess as to what you come out with.

After i answered the questions, i got this incredibly gay green cut. My feyg factor was pumped to 11. It was disappointing, but i decided to keep it at least for the day. At first i tried to man myself up, but none of the shirts in my stock or shop were butch enough. So i decided to play to my homo strengths-- I put on a matching fresh shirt, a red ribbon on my slime-green head, and hit the road.

I'm always stylin' and (racially) profilin' in the game, so i get reactions from ppl when i visit other towns. But for some odd reason, in this certain case i was met with more praise than all my other outfits combined; especially from Spic Floyd. Lasant didn't even know who i was at first. That is the mark of a true fashionista *twirls*.

The Message

I figured i should tell all these non-existant, invisible ghosts who fake read this thing what it's about. I sorta explained in the Megaton Announcement, but let me clarify.

You can sort of see it as an unofficial supplement to Infendo in a way. That way being that it's me writing it. It's like the Sirius to Infendo's terrestrial radio. By that i mean i'll say what i want without repercussions or censorship or editing, or worry of readers getting offended. I'll use it to expand upon any points or articles from Infendo that i or any of the other guys have written. It'll just be my portion.

That's not all. It is a blog (i will never get used to saying that word) and therefore i will speak on anything that permeates my brain tunnels. Brain farts abound. I also hope that i can amass a group of intelligent people with which to have discussions or whatever. Sometimes commentors on other sites irritate the taint off of me. Only a select few are worthy of your time. Let's see if i can weed out the crap, or keep it out period.

Help me out, readers-who-don't-exist. And fanboys, kiss my cute little brown(ish) ass.

Megaton Announcement

My internet was down for about a week- due to Time Warner's inability to process a bill payment efficiently- so when i got it back today, i realized that ppl actually check my profile and, in turn, this blog. That's most likely thanks to all the commentors from Infendo clicking my blogger link to see my man-porn Reggie pic. Or to see if i run a blog of my own where they can curse me out. I love dem peeps (for being awesome, not for looking at my profile).

Hithertofurthermorehencethus, i decided i will be updating it half semi regularly since i have some stories to tell and thoughts to share. Someone out there is bound to hear it. I'm not gonna have a gay blog where i update every time i go shopping for groceries. Whatever gets me thinkin is what i'll publish. It'll at least be interesting. Cause if it isn't funny, it has to be interesting (somebody said that once). And trust me, it will never be funny.

Now the people who wanna curse me out have their promised land- Linteria.

*enters blogosphere, grimaces*

(Don't bother leaving ur shoes at the door, it's gonna be dirty in here regardless.)