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Sunday, June 26, 2005

Sun, 26 Jun 2005 19:01:03 GMT

I'm under the assumption that nobody actually looks at this site, but if for some reason you are reading this, sorry I haven't seen you this summer. I work obtrusive hours, and am exhausted during the time I do have. So please don't feel neglected or avoided, I'm simply focused elsewhere for now. As the summer progresses I'll make more in the way of efforts to see everyone.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Sat, 18 Jun 2005 04:06:22 GMT

I just saw a commercial written by George Orwell. Not really, but seriously, it comes on at 12:15 AM with this creepy detective music. Flashing before me are scattered scenes of a sketchy looking fellow shuffling through massive stacks of papers, frantic, yet focused in a way that only dark bushy eyebrows can portray. A voice, much like the "In the criminal justic system..." voice, in a frighteningly Big Brother-ish way, professes to me the glory of obtaining documental evidence and turning my friends in for FRAUD.

I saw an ad for a video game that sounds promising. The title 'Destroy All Humans', leaves much to the imagination, but povides a clear and defined purpose for playing the game.

Don't do that
Just don't do it
Because I said so
It's all the reason I need
You gon' think you were born in pain
Come back here
I'll give you something to cry about
What are you doing
Put that down
Holy Shit my thumb
You bastard
Put it down
Put it down
Turn that off
OH GOD OOH OOOOOH OH GOD AAAHH HOLY SHIT
Look what you did
Get back here
You come here and look what you did
No
Bad
We don't do that

I just saw a video of the guy that invented the bulletproof vest. To prove it worked he shot himself in the chest. He looked so nervous before he finally pulled the trigger. He fumbled around with the gun and talked cautiusly, then just aimed and shot himself. He was perfectly fine, of course. It seemed so dramatic. But think about it, he wouldn't be considered the inventer of the bulletproof vest if it wasn't actualy bulletproof. If he'd died, than somebody else would be the inventer of the vest, and nobody would give a shit to watch him shoot himself.

Friday, May 27, 2005

Fri, 27 May 2005 17:47:05 GMT

yeah so the afformentioned sick update was a lost cause, it was just disgusting, and not that funny.

StarWars rocked my socks. Ironically, I was wearing sandles at the time.

Happy.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Tue, 12 Apr 2005 17:23:06 GMT

Update in progress...and man is it sick

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Sun, 20 Mar 2005 14:20:59 GMT

State Champs
Acceptance Letter
A Fantastic Blur

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Sun, 13 Mar 2005 16:47:45 GMT

Scratch is my hero.

Monday, February 28, 2005

Mon, 28 Feb 2005 20:56:40 GMT

I don't think this needs explanation:

haha, oh man

www.murt.com

Friday, February 11, 2005

Fri, 11 Feb 2005 20:55:47 GMT

HomoDick

I’ve found a new favorite conservative quote. I read it in an article entitled “Spongebob: A tool of the gay conspiracy?” It appears Spongebob has become the newest target of cultural conservatives’ anti-gay mission. The source of the quote was unnamed, but was referred to as a “Homosexuality Detection Expert”. I can just see this guy in one of those old-timey black and white detective films, sitting in a dusty Chicago office, with a hat, a trenchcoat, and a magnifying glass, pouring over pictures of cartoon characters, teletubbies, and Elton John. Anyway, their latest attack was on a video shown in schools, where Spongebob and friends sing about diversity and tolerance. The expert (we’ll refer to him as HomoDick for the time being) was quoted as saying “Words like ‘tolerance’ and ‘diversity’ are code words ‘regularly used by the homosexual community’ to brainwash kids”.

In writing this post, I wrote a few different versions, harking on this guy, on Bush, on conservatives. But I figure, wouldn’t it be more fun just to lay it out there for people to read, and wait for someone somewhere to comment and try to defend it? Because that’s where politics becomes extremely fascinating. When an issue comes to the point of absurdity, and both sides still defend themselves so heatedly. It’s at times like these when I like to ask myself, WWJD? What Would Jeppetto Do? He’d make puppets, that’s what he’d do.

Monday, February 07, 2005

Mon, 07 Feb 2005 16:23:00 GMT

kristina king is wonderful

she has lots of friends

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Sun, 02 Jan 2005 19:26:18 GMT

New Years resolutions are hard. Keeping them requires patience, self control, and will power. Writing them requires creativity, desire, and admittance. All in all, they demand more energy then I'm willing to commit to this sort of self-improving endeavor. The problem herein lies with a great majority of people who do, in fact, believe in this ego-trip called resolution. Why is it that there should be an inhearant guilt implied by my refusal the feign a short lived dedication to arbitrary self-improvement?

With my ever-present desire to rebel against The Man, I've come up with a way to beat the system. My New Years resolution is to simply not change at all. I resolve to avoid any change or development as a person whatsover. I'm going to stay the same wight, I'm going to still fart at funerals, and avoid contact with the elderly, and the disabled, and especially the disabled elderly. Crippled Bastards. Think they're so cool with their wheelchair ramps and their early bird specials.

Unavoidably, something will occur that will change the course of my life forever. Seems like everyone is in to course changing these days. What's up with that? Obviously this course looked good at one point or another, what's wrong with it now? Greedy Bastard. Anyway, this is where the chalange comes in and where my resolution gains back its respect. I must somehow find a way to embrace this change with out any effect on my character or behavior whatsoever. Resolve that.

Happy New Year

Resolutionizing Bastards.