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Steve-O's Graphing Calculator Projects!

Wed Dec 9, 2009, 7:31 PM
  • Listening to: I
  • Reading: just
  • Watching: lost
  • Playing: the
  • Eating: game.
  • Drinking: Hahahaha!
Hello!

I'm sure the majority of you know what a graphing calculator is. If not, you might wanna crawl out from under your rock every once in a while. Anyway, my calculator is a TI-84 Plus Silver Edition, and on occasion, I'll design a program, create a new custom font, or simply draw a picture and submit it to TICalc.org. If you're interested in checking out some interesting calculator stuff, then this oughta get your attention!

TI-84+ Pictures
MYST
MYST II: Riven
Bonne Family Pirates Insignia
Fiamma Nera Insignia
DOOM / DOOM II: Hell on Earth
Faceball 2000
Poke Ball
MegaMan Legends - The Flutter
Pac-Man Says NO to Pill Overdose
The Triforce
Mario & Luigi
Super Mario Bros. Trading Card Game
Mario's Final Fantasy
Paper Mario - The Chaotic Calculator
Union Aerospace Corporation OS

TI-84+ BASIC Programs
Magic 8 Ball Simulator
Useless Vending Machine Data

TI-84+ Custom Fonts (OmniCalc)
Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening
Donkey Kong
Metroid Prime: Hunters
Pac-Man

TI-84+ Stories/Writings (NoteFolio)
Jack and the Stupidly Tall Beanstalk
MYST - Introduction
The Book of Atrus

All files I've submitted are for download and are compatible with the TI-84+/TI-84/TI-83+/TI-83 graphing calculators. For more programs, visit [link] for tons of calculator games, programs, software, and more!

FREE KEVIN KJONAAS

Thu Nov 12, 2009, 3:20 PM
  • Listening to: I
  • Reading: just
  • Watching: lost
  • Playing: the
  • Eating: game.
  • Drinking: Hahahaha!
When you picture a dangerous terrorist, Kevin Kjonaas may not immediately spring to mind. The 28-year-old Catholic-school graduate stands 5 feet 10 inches, weighs 120 pounds, and speaks in a mezzo-soprano voice. He uses the word “cute” a lot. Kjonaas pays his rent by working at a doggy daycare; before that he went door to door for John Kerry’s presidential campaign but quit when he realized that his strained relationship with the law could be a liability for his employer. Kjonaas is both a vegan and a preppy. He owns almost 40 vegetarian cookbooks but is quick to point out that “I don’t cook sprouted wheat germ. It sounds so hippie-ish.” His closet is filled with J. Crew hand-me-downs, and for his birthday this year, he got a dress shirt with light pink and light blue stripes. “I really like it,” he says. “It goes really well with this sweater vest I have.”



Until quite recently, Kjonaas was president of Stop Huntingdon Animal Cruelty (SHAC USA), an animal rights group dedicated to shutting down Huntingdon Life Sciences. The U.K.-based company owns labs in New Jersey, where it tests household chemicals, pharmaceuticals, and other products on animals. In 1998, the U.S. Department of Agriculture fined Huntingdon $50,000 for animal abuses. A British television documentary showed clips of Huntingdon employees punching beagle puppies. Kjonaas grew up with a beagle named Barney. “He was my best friend,” he says. “We did everything together.”



As president of SHAC USA, Kjonaas posted the home addresses and telephone numbers of Huntingdon employees on the group’s website. Sometimes Kjonaas helped organize protests in front of workers’ homes. When he couldn’t make it to a demonstration, he posted other people’s accounts of the event, even when they included acts of vandalism. He saw himself as a conduit for information. “Since it wasn’t my words going on the site, I felt I had no place to censor,” Kjonaas says. “Of course, now that it’s my ass being indicted, those words are being censored.”



On May 20, 2004, Kjonaas and six other SHAC members were indicted by a New Jersey grand jury on federal charges that they had orchestrated an interstate campaign of terrorism and intimidation in violation of the Animal Enterprise Protection Act. The law, originally passed in 1992, was strengthened after 9/11 in response to heavy lobbying from animal-testing firms and pharmaceutical companies. The changes made it easier to convict people for attacks on animal-testing facilities and in some cases tripled mandatory jail sentences.



Kjonaas was tipped off about 30 minutes before federal agents arrived to arrest him. He prepared by brushing his teeth and pulling on a dress shirt and his best pair of khakis. He tied his beagle, Willy, to a fence in the back yard.



At precisely 6 a.m., a column of black-clad agents ran in a full sprint toward Kjonaas’ rented house in the Bay Area suburb of Pinole. One wore a balaclava. Another carried a battering ram. They entered with their pistols aimed at Kjonaas’ head as a helicopter hovered low overhead. It was a remarkable show of force, especially since, after six months of recording Kjonaas’ phone and email conversations, picking through his trash, reading his mail, and following him everywhere he went, the FBI knew that the most dangerous thing in the house was a coffeepot. “What did they think I was gonna do?” Kjonaas says. “Attack them with a floppy disk?”



Officials admit there might be somewhat of a disconnect between Kevin Kjonaas and the public’s idea of a terrorist. “I don’t want the parallel drawn to actual Middle Eastern terrorists,” says Michael Drewniak, spokesman for the U.S. attorney in New Jersey. In its 27-page indictment, the government doesn’t allege that Kjonaas plotted to kill anyone; most of the charges focus on using the Internet to instill fear in people associated with Huntingdon. If the prosecution succeeds, Kjonaas and two other defendants each face up to $1,250,000 in fines and 23 years in prison.



There’s no denying that SHAC’s protest tactics were designed to frighten. SHAC activists have poured paint thinner on a Huntingdon executive’s car, broken windows, and spray-painted puppy killer on an employee’s property. Using tactics akin to those of extreme antiabortion groups, the SHAC USA website published the names, ages, and school addresses of Huntingdon employees’ children. “When you’re on the receiving end of [SHAC’s] campaign, it’s violent and severe intimidation,” Drewniak says. “It’s a campaign of terror, yes.” John Lewis, the FBI’s deputy assistant director for counterterrorism, told Congress last May that SHAC and other animal rights groups represent America’s No. 1 domestic terror threat.



“That is patently absurd,” says Mark Potok, director of the Southern Poverty Law Center’s Intelligence Project, which tracks violent political groups on the left and right. “The reality is that these people have killed no one.” Which is not to say that groups like SHAC should be mistaken for Sunday bridge clubs. Potok says there is a trend of increasing violence and intimidation at the fringes of the environmental and animal rights movements, including a rise in bombings and inflammatory threats. “What is just screaming hypocrisy among these groups is the idea that you should blow things up, but the minute you hurt an animal or a human it is automatically not one of their actions,” Potok says. “It’s inevitable that someone will die at the hands of an animal rights firebomber.”



The defense of the “SHAC 7” will rest largely on the landmark 1969 case Brandenburg v. Ohio, in which the Supreme Court ruled that political speech is legal unless it can be shown that a defendant has told specific individuals to commit specific, imminent acts of violence. “These kids were posting things on the Internet, for crying out loud,” says Louis Sirkin, a Cincinnati-based First Amendment attorney who is representing one of the activists charged along with Kjonaas. “They were communicating with the entire world.”



Certainly, federal authorities spared no effort in trying to gather more evidence on Kjonaas. Back in May 2003, his roommates began noticing two men wearing suits who sat in a parked car three doors down from their house. (“I can’t believe they actually thought they were undercover,” Kjonaas says.) The gar- bageman told them FBI agents paid him cash to set Kjonaas’ trash aside; the mailman said the FBI ordered him to photocopy Kjonaas’ mail. Later, Kjonaas’ attorneys would discover that the FBI had also obtained warrants to tap his phone and monitor his email use.



Kjonaas and his roommates tried to have fun with their pursuers. They began to pour used kitty litter into their trash bags and douse it with pepper spray. They’d drive toward a freeway on-ramp, then pull a sudden U-turn, snickering as the agents swerved behind them. Lauren Gazzola, one of Kjonaas’ roommates and a codefendant in the case, went outside on a cold fall evening and tried to offer the men in the car some hot tea. They ignored her.



These days, when he’s not at work playing with dogs, Kjonaas is busy preparing for his trial, which is scheduled to begin February 6 in Trenton, New Jersey. He has 890 hours of videotape to watch, 600 taped phone calls to listen to, and thousands of pages of documents to review—all of it gathered during the FBI’s two-year investigation of SHAC. Both sides expect the trial to last at least three months, to be followed by years of appeals. “It’s going to be a giant pain in the ass,” Kjonaas says. “If this case wasn’t so serious, it’d be comical.”

Steve-O's Bad Day

Fri Sep 25, 2009, 5:06 PM
  • Listening to: My rage attempting to escape.
  • Reading: DOOM - Knee Deep in the Dead
  • Watching: TV Guide Channel
  • Playing: MYST II: Riven
  • Eating: No idea yet.
  • Drinking: Hard liquor.
Today has been a frustrating, unhappy day for me. i will tell you why.

I work at a certain restaurant, and there are two certain people (whose names I won't share) who have been rude, irritating, and often downright inconsiderate. if they're reading this, what are they gonna do? Fire me? If they have a problem with me disliking them, then that's their problem, not mine. Anyway...

Normally, I'll go in and have just one single biscuit for breakfast. no sausage, no nothing. Keep in mind that these biscuits were going to be thrown out anyway. Suddenly, she decides to start charging us a dollar for them. I'm being charged for something that is supposed to be FREE. So, because of that, I won't be having breakfast anymore.

I work very hard and always try my best, but these two employees make everything so much harder for me. Often, they'll immediately give me work the very second I set foot inside the restaurant. I don't even have time to clock on, much less use the bathroom. Regardless, I do it anyway. They often tell me how to do my job, even though their ideas on how my job should be done are less efficient. One of those two employees seems to deliberately hunt me down and attempt to assign work to me just for the sake of doing so. When she is in sight, I often pretend I'm busy in hopes of not being given another task that requires me to go out of my way. They tend to assign me work that I haven't even been taught how to do. One day, she gave me a pen and notepad, instructing me to take people's drink orders when I have no idea how yet. She also instructed me to replace the box of soda and hook it up; once again, nobody taught me how. They often assume I know how to do everything when clearly I don't. I'm not the new guy anymore. I know how to do my job, and I don't need somebody telling me how to do it.

To top it all off, one of those two people I work with told my mother that she was a 'bad mother' and yelled at her two years ago. My mother was crying because of her. I only learned about this a few days ago, and after hearing about this, I was enraged. I can honestly say that I'm ashamed to work in the same restaurant as someone who would not only insult ME, but insult my own MOTHER as well. My mother has let it go, but I haven't. I'm sorry, but I'm not ready to forgive her for that. Not yet.

Honestly, I was seriously, seriously considering quitting my job. Why? There's a job opening at a gas station that not only pays $8.00 an hour, but it's a full-time job. I could be getting paid just for standing behind a counter all day. The only reason why I didn't quit is because THIS job was given to me without the need of an application, experience, or an interview. I can't promise I'd get that other job. So, while I'm working at this restaurant, I'm just going to smile, nod, and play nice with the other employees, because the money is the only thing that REALLY matters to me.

NOW... This is where my day gets even MORE inconvenient. After work, I decide to use some of my paycheck money for some well-deserved 'me-time' at the mall. I wanted to stop off at a pawn shop and the bookstore before heading home to get a shower, so I told my mom I'd get a ride from my friend Wanda later.

After getting done at the pawn shop and bookstore, I called Wanda in hopes of getting that ride, but there was no response. So, I decided to walk over to her house. Upon getting there, the only people there at the time were Wanda's husband and her daughters Katie and Ashley. Ashley told me Wanda would probably be home within around 45 minutes. I waited for nearly three hours. It's not her fault, I know. It's just that had I known she would be gone for this long in advance, I would've just walked to the mall myself.

I left Wanda's house in hopes of reaching the mall on foot. I took a shortcut, but after walking, I realized that the stores would be closed by the time I reached the mall. Still not giving up yet, I called my dad and asked for a ride. Here's where he decides to be a jerk.

I told him EXACTLY where I was. I gave him the name of the street I was on and what stores were near my current location. He told me he would come get me. He did NOT, however, tell me to remain where I was. I assumed it would be better to continue walking down the street in a straight line on the same road. However, my dad was going the wrong way. I told him my EXACT location YET AGAIN, even providing him with a description of the stores around me, and he STILL couldn't find me. He started getting pissy at me, and when he finally picked me up, we remained silent the entire trip back home.

Let's recap today's events, shall we?

* Suffer working alongside two INTOLERABLE employees
* Fail to find what I was searching for at the pawn shop
* Fail to find what I was searching for at the bookstore
* Fail to acquire a ride to the mall
* Fail to reach the mall on time
* Put up with my dad's bad attitude he had due to HIS OWN FAULT

Yeah, my day was full of sunshine and frickin' rainbows. Maybe tomorrow will have a unicorn in it.

Steve-O Was Defeated... NOT FOR LONG!

Thu Sep 17, 2009, 8:17 PM
  • Listening to: This loud frickin' dryer.
  • Reading: "MYST - Official Strategy Guide"
  • Watching: Absolutely nothing.
  • Playing: THE GAME.
  • Eating: Your mom.
  • Drinking: Kool-Aid...
Almost two weeks ago, my poor laptop suffered a massive virus attack, which immediately lead to a total system meltdown afterward. Fortunately, I had everything backed up (including the back-ups themselves)! So, after re-installing Windows XP and my most commonly used software, I have RETURNED!!!

Steve-O's New Job!

Mon Aug 17, 2009, 1:15 PM
  • Listening to: This loud frickin' dryer.
  • Reading: "MYST - Official Strategy Guide"
  • Watching: Absolutely nothing.
  • Playing: THE GAME.
  • Eating: Your mom.
  • Drinking: Kool-Aid...
That's right, ladies and gentlemen! I am FINALLY employed! I work at a small restaurant downtown called the Oakwood Cafe busing tables for $7.15 an hour. So, because of my new employment, I want to let you all know that updates will be a little slow. I work Monday - Friday from 11 AM to 2 PM, so during the week, I'll usually be relaxing for a bit. I'll try to update when I can though, so bear with me! :D

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