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Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Monday, February 12, 2007
On Ice
I have come to the startling conclusion that not only are we not alone in this universe, but that
1. Anything is 100% funnier if you add the phrase "On Ice" to the end.
2. It's even funnier if you italicize it
Look-
Hamlet
Not very funny, eh?
Hamlet On Ice
Funny!
Hamlet On Ice
FUNNY!
It works with anything!
Look:
English Class
On Ice
Creative Writing
On (thin) Ice
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
On Ice
Dan Quayle
On Ice
Politics
On Ice
Ice
On Ice
Wait... no, not that last one... But you get the point.
On Ice
1. Anything is 100% funnier if you add the phrase "On Ice" to the end.
2. It's even funnier if you italicize it
Look-
Hamlet
Not very funny, eh?
Hamlet On Ice
Funny!
Hamlet On Ice
FUNNY!
It works with anything!
Look:
English Class
On Ice
Creative Writing
On (thin) Ice
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
On Ice
Dan Quayle
On Ice
Politics
On Ice
Ice
On Ice
Wait... no, not that last one... But you get the point.
On Ice
Sunday, February 11, 2007
My Initiation Post
Considering all my two posts have either been off-color or off-topic (both, actually) I've decided to write a little bit 'o humor.
Now, As the story begins-
The newest member of theMI7 , the not so British, not so trademarked, secret service, the new James Blond, or 008 (pronounced double-oh-eight), is out infiltrating an ebil, yes, ebil-because evil is trademarked now-base.
James Blond silently creeps down a hallway in this ebil base. He silently comes to a doorway, and silently draws his silenced pistol. He silently and dramatically turns the knob-wait, no, that's anti- climactic, silently and dramatically faces the keypad, with buttons labeled 1-9, but curiously no 0, pound, or star. He correctly has to enter one of the 729 correct 3-digit passwords to enter. Like this, it is scientifically impossible for him to go wrong.
Blond: I like those odds (He develops a nontrademarked sneer.)
He takes his silent gun, shoots the lock, kicks down the door, and shoots the two guards at the door-He was surprisingly silent, so he is not noticed. He turns toward the final hallway to the core reactor power doom destructovice.
His theme music starts playing quietly. He walks down the hallway silently. The music grows dramatically
Meanwhile in the core reactor power doom destructovice, a few guards are hanging out. Playing poker or something. Fragging each other on Counter Strike. Maybe Halo-ing... anyway, eventually they'll get busted for inappropriate use of the company's Poker Table, Gaming Computers and/or Xbox.
NYWAYZ, they decide to suddenly become partially alert for mere seconds-when they hear it-
It is-Theme Music!
Stormtrooper #1, or nameless Stormtrooper- My God! It's James Bond-I mean, It's James Blond!
Stormtrooper Rolf- Mel! Grab the Machine gun!
Stormtrooper Mel- Aye Rolf! Stand by the door!
Adolf Hitler- Heil!
Josef Stalin- Heil!
Rolf- Heil!
Mel- Heil!
Stalin- Now we will get him!
Bond burst in, ready to open a can of-dare I say it, whoop... I dare not say it, I live in a too Utahn Enviroment to say such things.
Anyway, Blond is interrupted in his can opening by a few untimely gunshots. Little late on the the draw, there, eh?
Anyway, that's the end of that, but Ideally, James Blond will be back, played by a different Scottish actor.
Now, As the story begins-
The newest member of the
James Blond silently creeps down a hallway in this ebil base. He silently comes to a doorway, and silently draws his silenced pistol. He silently and dramatically turns the knob-wait, no, that's anti- climactic, silently and dramatically faces the keypad, with buttons labeled 1-9, but curiously no 0, pound, or star. He correctly has to enter one of the 729 correct 3-digit passwords to enter. Like this, it is scientifically impossible for him to go wrong.
Blond: I like those odds (He develops a nontrademarked sneer.)
He takes his silent gun, shoots the lock, kicks down the door, and shoots the two guards at the door-He was surprisingly silent, so he is not noticed. He turns toward the final hallway to the core reactor power doom destructovice.
His theme music starts playing quietly. He walks down the hallway silently. The music grows dramatically
Meanwhile in the core reactor power doom destructovice, a few guards are hanging out. Playing poker or something. Fragging each other on Counter Strike. Maybe Halo-ing... anyway, eventually they'll get busted for inappropriate use of the company's Poker Table, Gaming Computers and/or Xbox.
NYWAYZ, they decide to suddenly become partially alert for mere seconds-when they hear it-
It is-Theme Music!
Stormtrooper #1, or nameless Stormtrooper- My God! It's James Bond-I mean, It's James Blond!
Stormtrooper Rolf- Mel! Grab the Machine gun!
Stormtrooper Mel- Aye Rolf! Stand by the door!
Adolf Hitler- Heil!
Josef Stalin- Heil!
Rolf- Heil!
Mel- Heil!
Stalin- Now we will get him!
Bond burst in, ready to open a can of-dare I say it, whoop... I dare not say it, I live in a too Utahn Enviroment to say such things.
Anyway, Blond is interrupted in his can opening by a few untimely gunshots. Little late on the the draw, there, eh?
Anyway, that's the end of that, but Ideally, James Blond will be back, played by a different Scottish actor.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Physics test
I just took a physics test. This has caused me to look deeper into myself and ask myself these three main questions that have befuddled all of humankind since the proverbial Beginning, namely:
1: Why are we here?
2: Where are we going?
3: What should I have for lunch?
With the first question referring to School (of course) and the second referring to which college we'll go to (of course).
I have answers for two of them.
1: Because we don't have any choice. Because of the stupid bureaucracy it doesn't matter how intelligent you are or what you plan on doing for a living, you still have to learn specific subjects at a specific rate.
2: I don't know about the rest of you suckers (should any suckers happen to fall into this blog. Not likely; if any were to do so they would be immediately consumed by me), but I'm going to BYU. Then Neumont. Yeah, that's right. I'm going to go to a nerd school so I can hang out with a bunch of geeks who think exactly like me and then get a job dorking around on a computer in a big corporation for the rest of my life. Deal with it.
3: This is the unanswerable question. As much as I would like to be able to tell you, I can't. The reason being: I have not had lunch yet, so my "lunch income variable" (L) is equal to zero and anyone knows that E (enjoyment of lunch) = T (time spent on a computer during lunch) * A (The number of things you achieve during lunch) all divided by L (amount of lunch). As you can see, my value for E is undefined, so I cannot answer this question. This probably means I will die of Lunch Deprivation before I turn nineteen, but hey. There are much worse ways to die, right? Right. Moving on.
In closing, I'd like to leave you with this message:
*ahem*
THIS IS NOT A CHIPMUNK.
Thank you. That is all.
I think I have messed up the size of my font. That inspires me to say "Oh crap, oh crap, I'm losing control." Thank you.
1: Why are we here?
2: Where are we going?
3: What should I have for lunch?
With the first question referring to School (of course) and the second referring to which college we'll go to (of course).
I have answers for two of them.
1: Because we don't have any choice. Because of the stupid bureaucracy it doesn't matter how intelligent you are or what you plan on doing for a living, you still have to learn specific subjects at a specific rate.
2: I don't know about the rest of you suckers (should any suckers happen to fall into this blog. Not likely; if any were to do so they would be immediately consumed by me), but I'm going to BYU. Then Neumont. Yeah, that's right. I'm going to go to a nerd school so I can hang out with a bunch of geeks who think exactly like me and then get a job dorking around on a computer in a big corporation for the rest of my life. Deal with it.
3: This is the unanswerable question. As much as I would like to be able to tell you, I can't. The reason being: I have not had lunch yet, so my "lunch income variable" (L) is equal to zero and anyone knows that E (enjoyment of lunch) = T (time spent on a computer during lunch) * A (The number of things you achieve during lunch) all divided by L (amount of lunch). As you can see, my value for E is undefined, so I cannot answer this question. This probably means I will die of Lunch Deprivation before I turn nineteen, but hey. There are much worse ways to die, right? Right. Moving on.
In closing, I'd like to leave you with this message:
*ahem*
THIS IS NOT A CHIPMUNK.
Thank you. That is all.
I think I have messed up the size of my font. That inspires me to say "Oh crap, oh crap, I'm losing control." Thank you.
Friday, January 26, 2007
The Little Mermaid
Now. You may well ask why I named this post "the little mermaid". I may well tell you.
....
....
However, we all know that you won't, and neither will I. That's right, I will allow you to wallow in the unassurance that comes with not knowing what I mean, namely utmost confusion. I find that what I say is usually an enigma in a mystery in a riddle all toped with a light drizzle of absurdity and a side order of insanity. Deal.
I believe I have already posted on the stealthiness of Matt. Allow me to reiterate: he is about as stealthy as a blender in a microwave. He has as much "prowl" ability as a 2nd grader. He is as noiseless as a rhinoceros in a china shop, stomping on a Chinaman who is screaming "Yawhoy! Yawhoy! Chanko-sah! Nee! Nee nee!! Ha shong-ka lo fai!!" You get the idea. He is stealthX10^(-infinity) . He is as stealthy as a bouncy ball killing a train.
I realize that didn't make any sense. Shove it proverbially. "Thou shalt not seek to find a meaning in the previous statement, for behold, they are good, and mighty to be understood. They shall rend thee in pieces and pull thee down into the depths of woe and despair, which is the master of all who seek it. Thou shalt pretend to read thy bible once in a year, for behold, from the bible is begotten wealth, and from wealth is begotten pride, and from pride is begotten tragedious happenings of a most agregious nature, and from tragedious happenings of a most agregious nature is begotten humility (unless it be unto death), and from humility is begotten wealth to buy more bibles, yea, even those bibles which are mighty to save, yea, even those bibles which shalt give unto thee McDonald's food at a reduced price..."
I believe I've made my point.
I think I've made myself clear.
....
....
However, we all know that you won't, and neither will I. That's right, I will allow you to wallow in the unassurance that comes with not knowing what I mean, namely utmost confusion. I find that what I say is usually an enigma in a mystery in a riddle all toped with a light drizzle of absurdity and a side order of insanity. Deal.
I believe I have already posted on the stealthiness of Matt. Allow me to reiterate: he is about as stealthy as a blender in a microwave. He has as much "prowl" ability as a 2nd grader. He is as noiseless as a rhinoceros in a china shop, stomping on a Chinaman who is screaming "Yawhoy! Yawhoy! Chanko-sah! Nee! Nee nee!! Ha shong-ka lo fai!!" You get the idea. He is stealthX10^(-infinity) . He is as stealthy as a bouncy ball killing a train.
I realize that didn't make any sense. Shove it proverbially. "Thou shalt not seek to find a meaning in the previous statement, for behold, they are good, and mighty to be understood. They shall rend thee in pieces and pull thee down into the depths of woe and despair, which is the master of all who seek it. Thou shalt pretend to read thy bible once in a year, for behold, from the bible is begotten wealth, and from wealth is begotten pride, and from pride is begotten tragedious happenings of a most agregious nature, and from tragedious happenings of a most agregious nature is begotten humility (unless it be unto death), and from humility is begotten wealth to buy more bibles, yea, even those bibles which are mighty to save, yea, even those bibles which shalt give unto thee McDonald's food at a reduced price..."
I believe I've made my point.
I think I've made myself clear.
Monday, January 15, 2007
( o ) ( o )
There was a time...once upon a time...once upon a time, before wolfmanrec, before the time of bloggers...a time where mass chain fwds represented the ideas of the majority of the (stupid) public, typos ran rampant, and people thought with their rear ends.
This time is over now, although I will always remember it. It was my awakening to the world...the people who vote because the candidate was their cousin, the people who bring their cameras to school to break rules, the people who call themselves in the middle of a movie so others would notice.
This attitude was present in the majority of my middle school life, and now I have found it has simply upgraded, not done away with. This does not mean that there are/were others who didn't conform to this horrible way of thinking. But they were few and far between. Even those who understood how silly this way of life was...they were unwilling to give it up. It was too rewarding. Rewarding in the way they wanted. Even now many of them only understand half-way...and I am slowly realizing my influence on them is declining gradually, stereotype by stereotype.
Stereotypes were what kept these people from thinking. It was common that they would turn their ears off before you spoke; skip your email as long as it was more than two sentences. These people hated thinking like a nightmare from the past. So I was forced to approach them in new ways. I had to surprise them into thinking before they could come up with a stereotype to flush it out.
And again, there were a few times it worked. Especially those who didn't have the latest cell-phone. Not that the modern world I live in is hard to compete with. They're generally pretty excepting. But there were still others who weren't good enough. That has changed. Now there's a clique for anyone who wants to join. But I wasn't after a clique for everyone. I wanted to do away with them completely.
And so I found my plans again flawed. I tried...and tried. And yet there were still only a small minority that wished to cross over. The rest would never read this blog. The rest would never compare it to their own life.
I, after all, am only a fictional character...yes...my name is Sinetar Vylax. Some of you might recognize it. I created Sinetar to act as an influencing block outside the current stereotyped associated with me...with Sinetar, I could find and explore new places. I really wanted to find out how these people thought. It was strange...something I hadn't encountered in the same way ever before. More of this later.
This time is over now, although I will always remember it. It was my awakening to the world...the people who vote because the candidate was their cousin, the people who bring their cameras to school to break rules, the people who call themselves in the middle of a movie so others would notice.
This attitude was present in the majority of my middle school life, and now I have found it has simply upgraded, not done away with. This does not mean that there are/were others who didn't conform to this horrible way of thinking. But they were few and far between. Even those who understood how silly this way of life was...they were unwilling to give it up. It was too rewarding. Rewarding in the way they wanted. Even now many of them only understand half-way...and I am slowly realizing my influence on them is declining gradually, stereotype by stereotype.
Stereotypes were what kept these people from thinking. It was common that they would turn their ears off before you spoke; skip your email as long as it was more than two sentences. These people hated thinking like a nightmare from the past. So I was forced to approach them in new ways. I had to surprise them into thinking before they could come up with a stereotype to flush it out.
And again, there were a few times it worked. Especially those who didn't have the latest cell-phone. Not that the modern world I live in is hard to compete with. They're generally pretty excepting. But there were still others who weren't good enough. That has changed. Now there's a clique for anyone who wants to join. But I wasn't after a clique for everyone. I wanted to do away with them completely.
And so I found my plans again flawed. I tried...and tried. And yet there were still only a small minority that wished to cross over. The rest would never read this blog. The rest would never compare it to their own life.
I, after all, am only a fictional character...yes...my name is Sinetar Vylax. Some of you might recognize it. I created Sinetar to act as an influencing block outside the current stereotyped associated with me...with Sinetar, I could find and explore new places. I really wanted to find out how these people thought. It was strange...something I hadn't encountered in the same way ever before. More of this later.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Don't Eat KGB.
Transitive fat and poisons (i.e. Polonium) are making KGB a terrible place to eat. Their Chickens are raised in GULAGS! Their worker serve long hours! It is even worse than the Dreaded WalMart!
BOYCOTT KGB!
-picture edited for political content (link in comments)- stealthymatt
BOYCOTT KGB!
An ounce of research is worth... (repost from another blog)
Nothing, apparently.
I read in the paper recently ;) that over 40% of our hardearned taxes are being spent on food in the white house per year. Food. In the white house. Food.
…Food.
Think about that. Think about all the taxes you pay. Out of your taxes, 40% of it goes to the President’s bacon and eggs in the morning. Those better be some TOP QUALITY eggs! I refuse to pay for anything else for that much.
Caviar. Scrambled caviar. Ick…
Maybe it’s actually going to fund secret military projects and the code name is “white house food”. I imagine the conversations between the CO and a grunt…
CO: How’s your “Operation: Roast Beef” coming?
Grunt: It’s not too bad. I’m running out of men though. Send me some from “Operation: Mashed Potatoes.”
CO: Alright. Do you want normal soldiers or Special Gravy Forces operatives?
Grunt: Little of both.
CO: Do you want “FRIES” with that?
Grunt: Yes, the “Frantically Rising Initiative of Everlasting Salvation” is well known for great soldiers.
CO: I’ll see what I can do.
siren sounds
CO: Incoming! Man your “meatloaf cannons”, men!So you see, there is no way that this is feasible. No feasible way, anyway.
Do you think very much research went into this?
No. None at all, in fact.
Which proves my point..
..okay, not really.
I read in the paper recently ;) that over 40% of our hardearned taxes are being spent on food in the white house per year. Food. In the white house. Food.
…Food.
Think about that. Think about all the taxes you pay. Out of your taxes, 40% of it goes to the President’s bacon and eggs in the morning. Those better be some TOP QUALITY eggs! I refuse to pay for anything else for that much.
Caviar. Scrambled caviar. Ick…
Maybe it’s actually going to fund secret military projects and the code name is “white house food”. I imagine the conversations between the CO and a grunt…
CO: How’s your “Operation: Roast Beef” coming?
Grunt: It’s not too bad. I’m running out of men though. Send me some from “Operation: Mashed Potatoes.”
CO: Alright. Do you want normal soldiers or Special Gravy Forces operatives?
Grunt: Little of both.
CO: Do you want “FRIES” with that?
Grunt: Yes, the “Frantically Rising Initiative of Everlasting Salvation” is well known for great soldiers.
CO: I’ll see what I can do.
siren sounds
CO: Incoming! Man your “meatloaf cannons”, men!So you see, there is no way that this is feasible. No feasible way, anyway.
Do you think very much research went into this?
No. None at all, in fact.
Which proves my point..
..okay, not really.
Why Every Girl Is Lame (repost)
This is another one of my famous posts, which I am reposting because it is awesome.
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Okay, this is sort of a sidetract from the current war with Rick the wolfman (currently under the alias of wolfmanrec), but every girl is lame.
They just are. They can only like you when you don't know about it. Us guys, on the other hand, usually don't start liking them until we've found out they like us. This clash may be responsible for the large increase in divorce. But us guys are sensible. Why like someone who we don't even have a chance with? The ultimate goal is to go out with them, isn't it?
But if you've ever been to Pluto (or is it Mars?), you might have noticed a huge contrast in opinion. Liking someone is secret. No one wants to deal with the awkwardness and responsibility of having someone know you like them (what would you do, anyways?), it's just too much responsibility. The pretend boyfriend is much better for them than the real enchilada. Or if you're from france, maybe you'd say "la crepe."
The point is, they think they can describe us in words like crepe and enchilada, as if we were some kind of overpriced entree. Or a cheap fish taco. Whichever you choose.
To this, I just have one thing to say. This crab isn't vouching for dinner tonight. In fact, he's running. Running far away. Scuttling, actually (him being a crab). Scuttling sideways with an awkward scuttle.
My aunt just walked in and started laughing when she saw "Nerd Humor" on the title. stupid Rick. idiot. I'm sick of this crap. Techies better take over the world someday. It's our only chance :P
"Techies better take over the world someday, it's our only chance :P" -wise words (and a cool smiley face) from I (me).
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Okay, this is sort of a sidetract from the current war with Rick the wolfman (currently under the alias of wolfmanrec), but every girl is lame.
They just are. They can only like you when you don't know about it. Us guys, on the other hand, usually don't start liking them until we've found out they like us. This clash may be responsible for the large increase in divorce. But us guys are sensible. Why like someone who we don't even have a chance with? The ultimate goal is to go out with them, isn't it?
But if you've ever been to Pluto (or is it Mars?), you might have noticed a huge contrast in opinion. Liking someone is secret. No one wants to deal with the awkwardness and responsibility of having someone know you like them (what would you do, anyways?), it's just too much responsibility. The pretend boyfriend is much better for them than the real enchilada. Or if you're from france, maybe you'd say "la crepe."
The point is, they think they can describe us in words like crepe and enchilada, as if we were some kind of overpriced entree. Or a cheap fish taco. Whichever you choose.
To this, I just have one thing to say. This crab isn't vouching for dinner tonight. In fact, he's running. Running far away. Scuttling, actually (him being a crab). Scuttling sideways with an awkward scuttle.
My aunt just walked in and started laughing when she saw "Nerd Humor" on the title. stupid Rick. idiot. I'm sick of this crap. Techies better take over the world someday. It's our only chance :P
"Techies better take over the world someday, it's our only chance :P" -wise words (and a cool smiley face) from I (me).
My Worst Fears (repost)
This post marked the coming of the accursed wolfmanrec, and is especially notable for its historical value.
uh oh. I was fearing this. like a bad nightmare. like that time I had taken two cookies on grandparents day and I knew everyone knew...even if they didn't know. they knew in their hearts. or their heart. whichever.the point is that i've been fearing this for a long time. what, you say? well, did you read the last post?For some time now this wolfmanrec (what's with the rec anyways?) has been chasing me. trying to find someway into my blog and pervert it. make it full of spam like
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"etc. and random statements like coffee that let the rest of theworld think we drink it every morning.
As of late, I am feeling this will be my last post before this wolfmanrec takes me over entirely. what once used to be abstract philosophy that no one read now has turned into what I call *humor* spam and random statements (most regardless of the reader's young and tender age) that gets sent on huge fwds that people across the world read.
"Oh ye people, Arghh!!" -Sinbad the Sailor
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."
-the one who's name we do not speak (except when we have to) this..........this..........(continuous ...)... man. or wolf. or wolf man. or wolf man rec. or man named Rick that's a wolf. Wolfman named Rick. wolfmanRick. Rick the wolfman. whatever you choose to call him.This is for some strange reason reminding me of a Strongbad email. Except I'm the good one, and Rick the wolf is the bad. I'm like the strong...he's the bad. very bad. evil. like cheese on brocolli for dinner when you're starving. wolfmanRick bad.And so, in conclusion, although the blog might continue (with a large raise in readers), it is now apparent that we will never talk about something important again unless it has to do with coffee. How sad. I'm bauling my tears out. or rather bauling my eyes out. I'm going blind. Luckily I can still type without looking. That gives me a few seconds. How about some more quotes.
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha......" wolfmanrec
If you've read this much (few people do) I'm already dead. You might see me at school, but my soul is gone. He took it.
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha......" wolfmanrec."ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!!!"
my last words."coffee :P" my last words and expression.
uh oh. I was fearing this. like a bad nightmare. like that time I had taken two cookies on grandparents day and I knew everyone knew...even if they didn't know. they knew in their hearts. or their heart. whichever.the point is that i've been fearing this for a long time. what, you say? well, did you read the last post?For some time now this wolfmanrec (what's with the rec anyways?) has been chasing me. trying to find someway into my blog and pervert it. make it full of spam like
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"etc. and random statements like coffee that let the rest of theworld think we drink it every morning.
As of late, I am feeling this will be my last post before this wolfmanrec takes me over entirely. what once used to be abstract philosophy that no one read now has turned into what I call *humor* spam and random statements (most regardless of the reader's young and tender age) that gets sent on huge fwds that people across the world read.
"Oh ye people, Arghh!!" -Sinbad the Sailor
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."
-the one who's name we do not speak (except when we have to) this..........this..........(continuous ...)... man. or wolf. or wolf man. or wolf man rec. or man named Rick that's a wolf. Wolfman named Rick. wolfmanRick. Rick the wolfman. whatever you choose to call him.This is for some strange reason reminding me of a Strongbad email. Except I'm the good one, and Rick the wolf is the bad. I'm like the strong...he's the bad. very bad. evil. like cheese on brocolli for dinner when you're starving. wolfmanRick bad.And so, in conclusion, although the blog might continue (with a large raise in readers), it is now apparent that we will never talk about something important again unless it has to do with coffee. How sad. I'm bauling my tears out. or rather bauling my eyes out. I'm going blind. Luckily I can still type without looking. That gives me a few seconds. How about some more quotes.
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha......" wolfmanrec
If you've read this much (few people do) I'm already dead. You might see me at school, but my soul is gone. He took it.
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha......" wolfmanrec."ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!!!"
my last words."coffee :P" my last words and expression.
All hail the hailibility!
I welcome myself to the lowly realm of Blog Humor-I come to enlighten, to preach, to use bad Grammor! (And Splelimg.)
The Blogosphere shall pale before my power!
The Blogosphere shall pale before my power!
Friday, January 05, 2007
scooters, vacation, fall
I just saw the thing at the bottom of the screen that says
"Labels for this post".
Underneath it, it says
"e.g. scooters, vacation, fall"
What is this foolishness? Are we so attached to our labels that we're labeling our blog posts now??? I feel I must enact a revolution.
*ahem*
Rise up, my brethren! Let us revolt! Ask not who we shall revolt, but who against! We shall fight for freedom and liberty from post labels, for pie, and for the Flying Spaghetti Monster (may he bless us with his noodlyness forever)!! We shall fight until we have recieved sufficient postage for a letter to the complaint department...
hm. Maybe that's not quite as inspirational as I'd hoped. It gets worse on page 42...
...and then we shall force feed ourselves oatmeal until they've had enough! Then we'll hit a duck!...
And by page 302 it doesn't matter anymore, because most people have already killed themselves...
...GARGH AEWRIO WER AEWR G BAERGHEWR WERGER R BER!!! AERG AQWERH! AERHAER? NO! AWERBW ERB ER ERHGQER FVAS TJ AD OPTRH QWER JHOAS! QUOCKLE!...
So you see, if we had simply ignored the post labels in the first place, we wouldn't have had this problem.
...
So there.
"Labels for this post".
Underneath it, it says
"e.g. scooters, vacation, fall"
What is this foolishness? Are we so attached to our labels that we're labeling our blog posts now??? I feel I must enact a revolution.
*ahem*
Rise up, my brethren! Let us revolt! Ask not who we shall revolt, but who against! We shall fight for freedom and liberty from post labels, for pie, and for the Flying Spaghetti Monster (may he bless us with his noodlyness forever)!! We shall fight until we have recieved sufficient postage for a letter to the complaint department...
hm. Maybe that's not quite as inspirational as I'd hoped. It gets worse on page 42...
...and then we shall force feed ourselves oatmeal until they've had enough! Then we'll hit a duck!...
And by page 302 it doesn't matter anymore, because most people have already killed themselves...
...GARGH AEWRIO WER AEWR G BAERGHEWR WERGER R BER!!! AERG AQWERH! AERHAER? NO! AWERBW ERB ER ERHGQER FVAS TJ AD OPTRH QWER JHOAS! QUOCKLE!...
So you see, if we had simply ignored the post labels in the first place, we wouldn't have had this problem.
...
So there.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
:P coffee
This is something I wrote for a massive chain email, but it fits in just as well here.
I have abandoned my old ways, and yet I search, for the perfect sig, the true sig, the tag the world could not give me. Coffee was not enough. :P was not enough. Coffee :P was not enough. For those of you who know what coffee :P meant to me, you are problably nodding and laughing. To those of you who know coffee :P as the drink you are forbidden from because of your standards, I laugh at the irony. For those of you who think I am crazy, I am not, just laughing my head off. :P was at least decent. Playful, sick, yes (true, it is the hotkey on msn messenger for a green-faced smiley with a thermometer sticking out of the mouth), but especially reminding me of a lovable dog.
:P
See how innocent? Man's best friend...haha. I've given up now on any chance of a reasonable sig. Perhaps my blog, stealthymatt.blogspot.com. That could work. Half the people ignore sites anyways. Yes, I say, this will have to work.
I have left all forms of coffee :P for the time being. I will come back at a future date in time. Perhaps when the world is ready.
I have abandoned my old ways, and yet I search, for the perfect sig, the true sig, the tag the world could not give me. Coffee was not enough. :P was not enough. Coffee :P was not enough. For those of you who know what coffee :P meant to me, you are problably nodding and laughing. To those of you who know coffee :P as the drink you are forbidden from because of your standards, I laugh at the irony. For those of you who think I am crazy, I am not, just laughing my head off. :P was at least decent. Playful, sick, yes (true, it is the hotkey on msn messenger for a green-faced smiley with a thermometer sticking out of the mouth), but especially reminding me of a lovable dog.
:P
See how innocent? Man's best friend...haha. I've given up now on any chance of a reasonable sig. Perhaps my blog, stealthymatt.blogspot.com. That could work. Half the people ignore sites anyways. Yes, I say, this will have to work.
I have left all forms of coffee :P for the time being. I will come back at a future date in time. Perhaps when the world is ready.
Holy Bushido!
It appears this blog has now accumulated an amassing 36 or so posts. If we were in base 5, that would be 60 posts, with base 3 it would be an amazing 90 posts, and if we were in base 2,
120 posts!!
er um...
120 posts!!
uh oh...these are the signs. It always starts like this. First the text size goes awry and then it starts getting emotional.
From these signs, it appears this blog is going through puberty.
120 posts!!
er um...
120 posts!!
uh oh...these are the signs. It always starts like this. First the text size goes awry and then it starts getting emotional.
From these signs, it appears this blog is going through puberty.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Rambling Topic of now: Pie...Pie!
The Rambling Topic of Now (Also known as TRTON or RTN if you only count those important words) is pie. Not pie. It's like a pirate kind of pie.
"Argh!! Pie!!" -Sinbad.
This piratish pie has a long and unusual history, but I don't want to get into that right now. The important thing is that it's pirate pie. You won't see pirate pie on any usual kind of festive family Thanksgiving Dinner with chicken and turkey and pie and all that stuff. This isn't that kind of pie. This is pirate pie--
"Argh!! Pie!!" -Sinbad.
--Now pirates have been known for all types of devilrish plundering and fraud and weird religious persons interpretations and stuff, but pirates also like pie. They have their own recipies.
Piratish Pie
Ingredients:
a chewed off arm
one parrot (adds color)
tropical fruits and stuff
plentiful amouns of rum
Instructions:
put in small crate and attach to anchor. Let rest at ocean floor for three days, retrieving every few hours. after three days it should be salty enough. Eat with biscuits.
"Argh!! I want Pie!!" -Sinbad.
"Argh!! Pie!!" -Sinbad.
This piratish pie has a long and unusual history, but I don't want to get into that right now. The important thing is that it's pirate pie. You won't see pirate pie on any usual kind of festive family Thanksgiving Dinner with chicken and turkey and pie and all that stuff. This isn't that kind of pie. This is pirate pie--
"Argh!! Pie!!" -Sinbad.
--Now pirates have been known for all types of devilrish plundering and fraud and weird religious persons interpretations and stuff, but pirates also like pie. They have their own recipies.
Piratish Pie
Ingredients:
a chewed off arm
one parrot (adds color)
tropical fruits and stuff
plentiful amouns of rum
Instructions:
put in small crate and attach to anchor. Let rest at ocean floor for three days, retrieving every few hours. after three days it should be salty enough. Eat with biscuits.
"Argh!! I want Pie!!" -Sinbad.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
Extreme Theater
I am at extreme theater right now. Hm. I am writing about a guy who relives his life through dance. It's pretty intense.
Matt wishes he could be as intense as me. Ha. Good luck with that. He has as much chance of out-intensifying me as a chainsaw has of taking on the entire North Korean army.
Okay, maybe that's a bas example. He has as much chance of out-intensifying me as a ping-pong ball has of stopping a train full of gold. Ha.
Stealthymatt. I don't know how stealthy he is. He's like the opposite of stealthy. He is nonstealthy. Nonstealth to the extreme. Unstealth. His stealthlitude is almost negative. He is quite unstealthlitudinous. He is so unstealthlitudinous that he cannot so much as sneak around a dark room wearing black in the fog because he is so unstealthlitudinous that he wouldn't be able to stealthlitudinously be stealthlitudinous. Haha. Perhaps I should go to bed.
Stealthymatt should just go away and learn some ultimate ninja skills of stealthlitude, because right now he is tripping people in the italian bistro omega sixty.
I'm out.
Matt wishes he could be as intense as me. Ha. Good luck with that. He has as much chance of out-intensifying me as a chainsaw has of taking on the entire North Korean army.
Okay, maybe that's a bas example. He has as much chance of out-intensifying me as a ping-pong ball has of stopping a train full of gold. Ha.
Stealthymatt. I don't know how stealthy he is. He's like the opposite of stealthy. He is nonstealthy. Nonstealth to the extreme. Unstealth. His stealthlitude is almost negative. He is quite unstealthlitudinous. He is so unstealthlitudinous that he cannot so much as sneak around a dark room wearing black in the fog because he is so unstealthlitudinous that he wouldn't be able to stealthlitudinously be stealthlitudinous. Haha. Perhaps I should go to bed.
Stealthymatt should just go away and learn some ultimate ninja skills of stealthlitude, because right now he is tripping people in the italian bistro omega sixty.
I'm out.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
er...
er...um a real life...er... situation. there are strange girls out in the far outer reaches of nowhere.
I also have now found wolfman's ultra secret digital hideout. It's called wolfman's secret corner of DOOM. Must fill with poetry and philosophy.
It's at wollfmanrec.blogspot.com
I also have now found wolfman's ultra secret digital hideout. It's called wolfman's secret corner of DOOM. Must fill with poetry and philosophy.
It's at wollfmanrec.blogspot.com
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
huh?
Since when have you had experience with any of this?
When hiding in the forest did you find and kidnap some runaway?
You're reminding me of a wolfish Tarzan. Rick the wolfish Tarzan.
"Watch out for that tree!!! *thud*"
When hiding in the forest did you find and kidnap some runaway?
You're reminding me of a wolfish Tarzan. Rick the wolfish Tarzan.
"Watch out for that tree!!! *thud*"
there is no sheep level
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hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
I will control this entire blog soon enough. Until then, I shall be content with merely controlling
YOUR SOUL!!!!!! Bwa hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!
Um... disregard that outburst. I shall hide now.
Regarding your post concerning the lameness of said girls (they being members of that society which is mostly made up of females) I say this:
I agree.
Yes, for once I am in complete concordance with something my prisoner-- I mean good friend has to say.
I have my own message.
*whips out guitar*
GIRLS DON'T LIKE BOYS GIRLS LIKE CARS AND MONEY!!!!!!
BOYS WILL LAUGH AT GIRLS WHEN THEY'RE NOT FUNNY!!!!!!!!
*puts away guitar*
If girls liked boys they wouldn't ask that dreaded and unanswerable question:
"Does this make me look fat?"
I will explain their reasoning here, listed after the possible responses:
"Yes": they think "I'm fat. Suicide is my only hope."
"No": they think "He's lying. I'm fat. Suicide is my only hope."
"I love you.": they think "He's avoiding the question. I'm fat. Suicide is my only hope."
*run and hide*: they think "He has a problem with commitment. It must be me. I'm fat. Suicide is my only hope."
You see?
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hahahahaha
hahahaha
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
I will control this entire blog soon enough. Until then, I shall be content with merely controlling
YOUR SOUL!!!!!! Bwa hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!
Um... disregard that outburst. I shall hide now.
Regarding your post concerning the lameness of said girls (they being members of that society which is mostly made up of females) I say this:
I agree.
Yes, for once I am in complete concordance with something my prisoner-- I mean good friend has to say.
I have my own message.
*whips out guitar*
GIRLS DON'T LIKE BOYS GIRLS LIKE CARS AND MONEY!!!!!!
BOYS WILL LAUGH AT GIRLS WHEN THEY'RE NOT FUNNY!!!!!!!!
*puts away guitar*
If girls liked boys they wouldn't ask that dreaded and unanswerable question:
"Does this
I will explain their reasoning here, listed after the possible responses:
"Yes": they think "I'm fat. Suicide is my only hope."
"No": they think "He's lying. I'm fat. Suicide is my only hope."
"I love you.": they think "He's avoiding the question. I'm fat. Suicide is my only hope."
*run and hide*: they think "He has a problem with commitment. It must be me. I'm fat. Suicide is my only hope."
You see?
:P crap.
Crap. He's gotten into the title again.
...The Rise of Rambling. Interesting. I wonder what he's planning next...
...The Rise of Rambling. Interesting. I wonder what he's planning next...
Sunday, November 12, 2006
:P why every girl is lame.
Okay, this is sort of a sidetract from the current war with Rick the wolfman (currently under the alias of wolfmanrec), but every girl is lame.
They just are. They can only like you when you don't know about it. Us guys, on the other hand, usually don't start liking them until we've found out they like us. This clash may be responsible for the large increase in divorce. But us guys are sensible. Why like someone who we don't even have a chance with? The ultimate goal is to go out with them, isn't it?
But if you've ever been to Pluto (or is it Mars?), you might have noticed a huge contrast in opinion. Liking someone is secret. No one wants to deal with the awkwardness and responsibility of having someone know you like them (what would you do, anyways?), it's just too much responsibility. The pretend boyfriend is much better for them than the real enchilada. Or if you're from france, maybe you'd say "la crepe."
The point is, they think they can describe us in words like crepe and enchilada, as if we were some kind of overpriced entree. Or a cheap fish taco. Whichever you choose.
To this, I just have one thing to say. This crab isn't vouching for dinner tonight. In fact, he's running. Running far away. Scuttling, actually (him being a crab). Scuttling sideways with an awkward scuttle.
My aunt just walked in and started laughing when she saw "Nerd Humor" on the title. stupid Rick. idiot.
I'm sick of this crap. Techies better take over the world someday. It's our only chance :P
"Techies better take over the world someday, it's our only chance :P" -wise words (and a cool smiley face) from I (me).
They just are. They can only like you when you don't know about it. Us guys, on the other hand, usually don't start liking them until we've found out they like us. This clash may be responsible for the large increase in divorce. But us guys are sensible. Why like someone who we don't even have a chance with? The ultimate goal is to go out with them, isn't it?
But if you've ever been to Pluto (or is it Mars?), you might have noticed a huge contrast in opinion. Liking someone is secret. No one wants to deal with the awkwardness and responsibility of having someone know you like them (what would you do, anyways?), it's just too much responsibility. The pretend boyfriend is much better for them than the real enchilada. Or if you're from france, maybe you'd say "la crepe."
The point is, they think they can describe us in words like crepe and enchilada, as if we were some kind of overpriced entree. Or a cheap fish taco. Whichever you choose.
To this, I just have one thing to say. This crab isn't vouching for dinner tonight. In fact, he's running. Running far away. Scuttling, actually (him being a crab). Scuttling sideways with an awkward scuttle.
My aunt just walked in and started laughing when she saw "Nerd Humor" on the title. stupid Rick. idiot.
I'm sick of this crap. Techies better take over the world someday. It's our only chance :P
"Techies better take over the world someday, it's our only chance :P" -wise words (and a cool smiley face) from I (me).
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
...
...crap. He's gotten into the title again.
This time it's receptively called Nerd Humor. Why the crap Nerd Humor? Are we such idiots that we create a blog for such a small, unique, and selective audience as that?
I mean...most people aren't nerds, right?
At least...most people randomly surfing blogs aren't. I think. If I was the brilliant techie I know exists in my inner soul, I would make a vote thing where people would click one of three options:
Yes, most people are sadly nerds.
No, most of us are respectable adults.
Both, most people think we're respectable adults, but they don't know what kind of blogs we read...
This post will be finished a later period in time.
Until then...*silence*
This time it's receptively called Nerd Humor. Why the crap Nerd Humor? Are we such idiots that we create a blog for such a small, unique, and selective audience as that?
I mean...most people aren't nerds, right?
At least...most people randomly surfing blogs aren't. I think. If I was the brilliant techie I know exists in my inner soul, I would make a vote thing where people would click one of three options:
Yes, most people are sadly nerds.
No, most of us are respectable adults.
Both, most people think we're respectable adults, but they don't know what kind of blogs we read...
This post will be finished a later period in time.
Until then...*silence*
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
additional request
I'm also looking for some fricking awesome nerd techie who can make this blog look fricking awesome. And no, Colin, you've done enough harm.
:P
I'm going low. I'm asking the help of the common people. To help them know that I'm asking their common help, I'll post some random keywords so they come up on the search engine (I know, low.)
revolution
war on terror
patriotism
voting
election
Bush
stupid
racism
prejudice
writing
stone
mining
gas prices
stock
croquet
tennis
football
Israel
Islam
weather
philosophy
poetry
adoption
moral
morals
lack of morals
gay
gay rights
gay prejudice
etc. (most of these subjects are heated enough already)
revolution
war on terror
patriotism
voting
election
Bush
stupid
racism
prejudice
writing
stone
mining
gas prices
stock
croquet
tennis
football
Israel
Islam
weather
philosophy
poetry
adoption
moral
morals
lack of morals
gay
gay rights
gay prejudice
etc. (most of these subjects are heated enough already)
Monday, October 30, 2006
:P
I'm sick of this crap. People should get their own fricking blogs.
From now on I'm taking my anger out on the world. Beware for your blogs. I will have my revenge. There is no longer any choice.
They have taken away my freedom, my family, my future children, my religion, my life...and my blog!
(sniff) that's like a metaphor. the kind of metaphor that swalloes you up in your worst nightmares and tells you that you're not worth it! That the freedom of speech includes hacking into the blogs of fragile men...
Again, time for some random quotes.
"Oh, ye people, Argh!" -Sinbad the Sailor (I've been getting rather fond of that one.)
"Crap." - Galaxia IV, Return to the home of Shibsghwld.
"Zugh-Zugh." - Most of us should be nerdy enough to get that one. Think peon.
"I swear if you don't tell me the secret I'll turn these mindless aliens into packets of ketchup!"
-some random soap opera.
"I'm tired." -no one knows.
From now on I'm taking my anger out on the world. Beware for your blogs. I will have my revenge. There is no longer any choice.
They have taken away my freedom, my family, my future children, my religion, my life...and my blog!
(sniff) that's like a metaphor. the kind of metaphor that swalloes you up in your worst nightmares and tells you that you're not worth it! That the freedom of speech includes hacking into the blogs of fragile men...
Again, time for some random quotes.
"Oh, ye people, Argh!" -Sinbad the Sailor (I've been getting rather fond of that one.)
"Crap." - Galaxia IV, Return to the home of Shibsghwld.
"Zugh-Zugh." - Most of us should be nerdy enough to get that one. Think peon.
"I swear if you don't tell me the secret I'll turn these mindless aliens into packets of ketchup!"
-some random soap opera.
"I'm tired." -no one knows.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
My Blog
This blog is now open for military takeover.
If no one (foolishly) attempts to take over the blog militarily, I shall retain control. (duh)
If Matt attempts to militarilatistically overtake the governmental processes of the blog which was so formerly Wolfman's which was so formerly Matt's who was so formerly in control who is now in Africa on the outskirts of Nowhere, I shall... I don't really know. Hmmmm........
Maybe I'll just post guards.
(This guy is my general. He's here to make sure my forces don't suck.)
I have tanks too.
If no one (foolishly) attempts to take over the blog militarily, I shall retain control. (duh)
If Matt attempts to militarilatistically overtake the governmental processes of the blog which was so formerly Wolfman's which was so formerly Matt's who was so formerly in control who is now in Africa on the outskirts of Nowhere, I shall... I don't really know. Hmmmm........
Maybe I'll just post guards.
(This guy is my general. He's here to make sure my forces don't suck.)
I have tanks too.
See?
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Crap
Crap. He's gotten into the title.
I had known this would happen eventually...
Crap. He's gotten into the title.
This isn't even my blog any more. It's his. Or...it is mine, it just says that it's his.
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"
--guess.
Dangit. So I guess it is his blog. but there was a time when it was not his...when the land of internet blogging (including the far outer reaches of nowhere) was not all completely under the control of this...
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"
--guess again.
Crap. So I guess it wasn't ever my blog. But I still posted on it...
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"
--if you haven't figured out this joke yet I suggest getting medical help.
Crap. He's gotten into the title.
He's gotten into the title. Crap.
Crap. He's gotten into the title. Crap.
Crap.
He's gotten into the title.
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"
--...(no comment)...
I had known this would happen eventually...
Crap. He's gotten into the title.
This isn't even my blog any more. It's his. Or...it is mine, it just says that it's his.
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"
--guess.
Dangit. So I guess it is his blog. but there was a time when it was not his...when the land of internet blogging (including the far outer reaches of nowhere) was not all completely under the control of this...
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"
--guess again.
Crap. So I guess it wasn't ever my blog. But I still posted on it...
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"
--if you haven't figured out this joke yet I suggest getting medical help.
Crap. He's gotten into the title.
He's gotten into the title. Crap.
Crap. He's gotten into the title. Crap.
Crap.
He's gotten into the title.
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"
--...(no comment)...
My evil plot is working! VICTORY SHALL BE MINE!!!
As for that last post, allow me to explain. I have Matt concealed in the faraway reaches of Nowhere, where the Gargantuan Termites of Glab are guarding him from the Dragons of Eternity.
...
I mean, he's safe. I think he's safe. I know I think he's safe at home. I think I know I think he's somewhere around here. I think you know you know I think he's known for knowing about thoughts that I think I think. So you see, he really only thinks he knows you know you know I think I know I think you think you know I know you think he's gone. Our badness will be the downfall of your goodness. Good bad bad, good good good, bad bad bad bad bad bad good good baddy bad.
Confusion. It works for the IRS (and the Bush administration)(and lawyers)(and any other political group) and it can work for you too. In conclusion, I conclude with the conclusion of the concluding conclusion. Concluded.
As for that last post, allow me to explain. I have Matt concealed in the faraway reaches of Nowhere, where the Gargantuan Termites of Glab are guarding him from the Dragons of Eternity.
...
I mean, he's safe. I think he's safe. I know I think he's safe at home. I think I know I think he's somewhere around here. I think you know you know I think he's known for knowing about thoughts that I think I think. So you see, he really only thinks he knows you know you know I think I know I think you think you know I know you think he's gone. Our badness will be the downfall of your goodness. Good bad bad, good good good, bad bad bad bad bad bad good good baddy bad.
Confusion. It works for the IRS (and the Bush administration)(and lawyers)(and any other political group) and it can work for you too. In conclusion, I conclude with the conclusion of the concluding conclusion. Concluded.
Monday, October 23, 2006
:P (beware)
It seems apparent that I have not posted for some time now. It seems apparent to the more aware reader that I have not posted since October 19th. It seems apparent to the even more aware reader that I am lying and I have not actually posted since October 17th. It seems apparent to the large majority of you that I will problably not tell you the truth, and therefore you might as well check for yourselves. So that's said and done.
It still seems apparent that I have not posted for some time now. What, you say? I have been busy with school? Hahaha...I wish. I haven't even been at school for several weeks.
You see, this wolfmanrec (for those of you who are still wondering what the rec was, you're not the first) has been keeping me away. Far away. For those of you who...are good at guessing might realize this might not even be me posting. I'm in Africa. There's no internet in Africa. Or at least not in most places in Africa. I wouldn't know.
But this wolfmanrec does. And that's why he sent me there. To keep me from harm. Where I couldn't post at all. So you see this is wolfmanrec talking. It's not me. uhh...I mean it is me. It's just not me.
"Right..." -- Cronk
But I guess it could be me. I mean...maybe I escaped from Africa and now I' m somewhere with an internet and I want wolfmanrec to think it was him.
Never mind, that doesn't make any sense.
Uhh...so like...(blank stares).
Dangit. Now he's trying to stop me from thinking. This wolfmanrec is like a writers block.
Scratch that; he's like a fricking stone. A heavy stone. Like a stoned stone. A wolfmanrec stone. Okay I'll stop.
I just don't really have any motivation any more. Like...this wolfman has completely made this blog run downhill. It's not going anywhere.
In fact, it's going nowhere. Nowhere at all, and it's heading straight for the middle. The middle of nowhere. Scratch that, he's heading towards the far outer savage reaches of nowhere. Like into the Outer Beyond of nowhere. (over the cliffs on Duuzerroff and across the Sea of Gizzzzz, off the big waterfall, past sign reading: "End of World, Entrance to Nowhere" etc.) But even farther than that. Across......nowhere until you get to the middle...until you get to the edge...until you get to like the outer beyond.
I think I've made my point.
This blog is going over large mountains and bumpy ravines (however the expression goes) to get to nowhere.
What, you say? Why the crap do we want to go nowhere? THAT'S THE POINT!!!
It still seems apparent that I have not posted for some time now. What, you say? I have been busy with school? Hahaha...I wish. I haven't even been at school for several weeks.
You see, this wolfmanrec (for those of you who are still wondering what the rec was, you're not the first) has been keeping me away. Far away. For those of you who...are good at guessing might realize this might not even be me posting. I'm in Africa. There's no internet in Africa. Or at least not in most places in Africa. I wouldn't know.
But this wolfmanrec does. And that's why he sent me there. To keep me from harm. Where I couldn't post at all. So you see this is wolfmanrec talking. It's not me. uhh...I mean it is me. It's just not me.
"Right..." -- Cronk
But I guess it could be me. I mean...maybe I escaped from Africa and now I' m somewhere with an internet and I want wolfmanrec to think it was him.
Never mind, that doesn't make any sense.
Uhh...so like...(blank stares).
Dangit. Now he's trying to stop me from thinking. This wolfmanrec is like a writers block.
Scratch that; he's like a fricking stone. A heavy stone. Like a stoned stone. A wolfmanrec stone. Okay I'll stop.
I just don't really have any motivation any more. Like...this wolfman has completely made this blog run downhill. It's not going anywhere.
In fact, it's going nowhere. Nowhere at all, and it's heading straight for the middle. The middle of nowhere. Scratch that, he's heading towards the far outer savage reaches of nowhere. Like into the Outer Beyond of nowhere. (over the cliffs on Duuzerroff and across the Sea of Gizzzzz, off the big waterfall, past sign reading: "End of World, Entrance to Nowhere" etc.) But even farther than that. Across......nowhere until you get to the middle...until you get to the edge...until you get to like the outer beyond.
I think I've made my point.
This blog is going over large mountains and bumpy ravines (however the expression goes) to get to nowhere.
What, you say? Why the crap do we want to go nowhere? THAT'S THE POINT!!!
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
My New Blog
Hey, um, everyone, I'm making a new blog for stuff that's worth talking about.
It will be called For Those of Us that Are Smart, and it's site will be at...
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..." -wolfmanrec.
Dangit. He got me.
It will be called For Those of Us that Are Smart, and it's site will be at...
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..." -wolfmanrec.
Dangit. He got me.
Revenge
Victory shall be mine.
Nah... the "rec" stands for "records". Duh. :P
um.... I do agree that we'll never talk about anything important again, though. That is definitely true. Coffee. :P
Nah... the "rec" stands for "records". Duh. :P
um.... I do agree that we'll never talk about anything important again, though. That is definitely true. Coffee. :P
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
my worst fears.
uh oh. I was fearing this. like a bad nightmare. like that time I had taken two cookies on grandparents day and I knew everyone knew...even if they didn't know. they knew in their hearts. or their heart. whichever.
the point is that i've been fearing this for a long time. what, you say? well, did you read the last post?
For some time now this wolfmanrec (what's with the rec anyways?) has been chasing me. trying to find someway into my blog and pervert it. make it full of spam like
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"
etc. and random statements like coffee that let the rest of the
world think we drink it every morning.
As of late, I am feeling this will be my last post before this wolfmanrec takes me over entirely. what once used to be abstract philosophy that no one read now has turned into what I call *humor* spam and random statements (most regardless of the reader's young and tender age) that gets sent on huge fwds that people across the world read.
"Oh ye people, Arghh!!" -Sinbad the Sailor
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."
-the one who's name we do not speak (except when we
have to) this..........this..........(continuous ...)... man. or wolf. or wolf man. or wolf man rec. or man named Rick that's a wolf. Wolfman named Rick. wolfmanRick. Rick the wolfman. whatever you choose to call him.
This is for some strange reason reminding me of a Strongbad email. Except I'm the good one, and Rick the wolf is the bad. I'm like the strong...he's the bad. very bad. evil. like cheese on brocolli for dinner when you're starving. wolfmanRick bad.
And so, in conclusion, although the blog might continue (with a large raise in readers), it is now apparent that we will never talk about something important again unless it has to do with coffee. How sad. I'm bauling my tears out. or rather bauling my eyes out. I'm going blind. Luckily I can still type without looking. That gives me a few seconds. How about some more quotes.
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha......" wolfmanrec
If you've read this much (few people do) I'm already dead. You might see me at school, but my soul is gone. He took it.
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha......" wolfmanrec.
"ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!!!" my last words.
"coffee :P" my last words and expression.
the point is that i've been fearing this for a long time. what, you say? well, did you read the last post?
For some time now this wolfmanrec (what's with the rec anyways?) has been chasing me. trying to find someway into my blog and pervert it. make it full of spam like
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"
etc. and random statements like coffee that let the rest of the
world think we drink it every morning.
As of late, I am feeling this will be my last post before this wolfmanrec takes me over entirely. what once used to be abstract philosophy that no one read now has turned into what I call *humor* spam and random statements (most regardless of the reader's young and tender age) that gets sent on huge fwds that people across the world read.
"Oh ye people, Arghh!!" -Sinbad the Sailor
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."
-the one who's name we do not speak (except when we
have to) this..........this..........(continuous ...)... man. or wolf. or wolf man. or wolf man rec. or man named Rick that's a wolf. Wolfman named Rick. wolfmanRick. Rick the wolfman. whatever you choose to call him.
This is for some strange reason reminding me of a Strongbad email. Except I'm the good one, and Rick the wolf is the bad. I'm like the strong...he's the bad. very bad. evil. like cheese on brocolli for dinner when you're starving. wolfmanRick bad.
And so, in conclusion, although the blog might continue (with a large raise in readers), it is now apparent that we will never talk about something important again unless it has to do with coffee. How sad. I'm bauling my tears out. or rather bauling my eyes out. I'm going blind. Luckily I can still type without looking. That gives me a few seconds. How about some more quotes.
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha......" wolfmanrec
If you've read this much (few people do) I'm already dead. You might see me at school, but my soul is gone. He took it.
"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha......" wolfmanrec.
"ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!!!" my last words.
"coffee :P" my last words and expression.
Hey there
This is me. Me is typing. Me me me me me me me...
coffee :P
Don't you hate it when you type something wrong again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again?
I do.
... coffee :P
coffee :P
Don't you hate it when you type something wrong again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again?
I do.
... coffee :P
Why I prooved my History Paper was the aforementioned...
Because I can. Because somethings...somethings are meant to be done.
I was trying to save you. Save you from writing a paper like that. You don't know what it's like, writing a paper that's politically incorrect, etc. It sucks. It really sucks.
Learn from the man who banged his head on the street because it felt good when he stopped. Learn.
I was trying to save you. Save you from writing a paper like that. You don't know what it's like, writing a paper that's politically incorrect, etc. It sucks. It really sucks.
Learn from the man who banged his head on the street because it felt good when he stopped. Learn.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Why My History Paper Was Politically Incorrect
In summary, the idea Hitler taking over Germany and Menes taking control of Egypt people just won't accept, no matter in what sense I'm saying it. Also, any comments about F.D.R. are unacceptable.
All of these things might seem obvious, to a person other than myself. But, in my unaware state of mind, I commited both felons simultaneously in one 3 page essay.
Incredible.
What was I thinking? I was problably as crazy as that person who entitled their To Kill a Mockingbird paper "To Kill a Blue Jay". (oops, that was me too).
Regardless of all this, what I learned from this essay is that although I'm a "good thinker", sometimes thinking beyond the grounds of common sense (esp. in a paper that will be read and graded by a teacher) should be best to be avoided.
But it wasn't really that I wasn't using common sense. It's just that my common sense wasn't a common sense of common sense to anyone else. So maybe having common sense is having the common sense that's commonly sensed by everyone else. This leads us all to conformism.
The one thing I did get right is that internet essays suck. But maybe my essay would have been better if it had stayed an internet essay. oh well :D haha.
All of these things might seem obvious, to a person other than myself. But, in my unaware state of mind, I commited both felons simultaneously in one 3 page essay.
Incredible.
What was I thinking? I was problably as crazy as that person who entitled their To Kill a Mockingbird paper "To Kill a Blue Jay". (oops, that was me too).
Regardless of all this, what I learned from this essay is that although I'm a "good thinker", sometimes thinking beyond the grounds of common sense (esp. in a paper that will be read and graded by a teacher) should be best to be avoided.
But it wasn't really that I wasn't using common sense. It's just that my common sense wasn't a common sense of common sense to anyone else. So maybe having common sense is having the common sense that's commonly sensed by everyone else. This leads us all to conformism.
The one thing I did get right is that internet essays suck. But maybe my essay would have been better if it had stayed an internet essay. oh well :D haha.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Eragon: continued
Ya..., as for the commercial, it was pretty bad. It was like a cross between the old National Geographic special film things on Narnia and a saturday morning cartoon.
And even on a cartoon basis of critique, it still sucked. Ok, maybe it could have passed for a cartoon. But even close to LotR? Ya right.
There's no way a 16-year old fantasy can compete with the legacy of LotR.
So I guess it comes out December 15th.
I problably won't end up going to it; I haven't even seen Pirates 2 yet. I'm still waiting to see the last half of the Village (btw, that and Signs were both awesome movies, I should post about them).
Also, their advertisement site hasn't updated in the last couple weeks at least; and I would be it doesn't anymore. So much for online advertiseing. So much for advertising; I haven't even seen the commercial on t.v. yet. oh well, I dont' watch that much t.v. anyways.
And even on a cartoon basis of critique, it still sucked. Ok, maybe it could have passed for a cartoon. But even close to LotR? Ya right.
There's no way a 16-year old fantasy can compete with the legacy of LotR.
So I guess it comes out December 15th.
I problably won't end up going to it; I haven't even seen Pirates 2 yet. I'm still waiting to see the last half of the Village (btw, that and Signs were both awesome movies, I should post about them).
Also, their advertisement site hasn't updated in the last couple weeks at least; and I would be it doesn't anymore. So much for online advertiseing. So much for advertising; I haven't even seen the commercial on t.v. yet. oh well, I dont' watch that much t.v. anyways.
Egyptian Good/Bad Essays
Here are links to both good Egyptian essays and examples of what not to write like. Please understand I am using these as examples, not so you can plagerize.
Good Essays:
http://nefertiti.iwebland.com/economy/ : an easier to understand essay but still with lots of interesting facts and complicated diagrams.
http://members.tripod.com/~sondmor/index-10.html : a much more advanced essay written by Morris Silver from the Economics Department of the City College of New York. This covers:
Egypt's Acquisition of Foreign Goods (and Labor-Power) Mainly in the Old Kingdom
The site here also has many more essays on ancient civilizations.
Bad Essays:
http://www.ccds.charlotte.nc.us/History/Egypt/04/haup/hauptfuhrer.htm
http://www.riverschool.org/students/work/culture.e.econ.htm
I classified these essays as bad essays because the points were obvious and the writer was boring, without a developed writing voice. For example the riverschool essay (which btw was written by a student) is titled: Ancient Egyptian Economy, and starts: There are many aspects to the Ancient Egyptian economy.
You understand what I mean by boring?
-Matt
Good Essays:
http://nefertiti.iwebland.com/economy/ : an easier to understand essay but still with lots of interesting facts and complicated diagrams.
http://members.tripod.com/~sondmor/index-10.html : a much more advanced essay written by Morris Silver from the Economics Department of the City College of New York. This covers:
Egypt's Acquisition of Foreign Goods (and Labor-Power) Mainly in the Old Kingdom
The site here also has many more essays on ancient civilizations.
Bad Essays:
http://www.ccds.charlotte.nc.us/History/Egypt/04/haup/hauptfuhrer.htm
http://www.riverschool.org/students/work/culture.e.econ.htm
I classified these essays as bad essays because the points were obvious and the writer was boring, without a developed writing voice. For example the riverschool essay (which btw was written by a student) is titled: Ancient Egyptian Economy, and starts: There are many aspects to the Ancient Egyptian economy.
You understand what I mean by boring?
-Matt
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Folk Tales
Ok, so what makes a good folk tale? This is a topic I'm sort of tentative with writing about because it seems to general and abstract. So let's use some concrete examples.
Cinderella: ok I could give a general summary of this, but it would problably be more towards the summary part (like Girl Marries Prince Charming) rather than helping me get to where I would like to go.
Thing about Cinderella is that it's a classic. I can say Pretty common girl marries charming Prince and you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. Well, at least you'll get the gist of things. Some about Cinderella just sticks. The instant you hear the story you can start comparing everything to it by its classic viewpoint: "Life is happy if you're good."
But some folk tales (mostly foreign) seem much different that this. I don't have any right off the top of my head, but they seem more to be along the lines of "We are all subject to the power of the Gods/nature/whatever else and therefore we must do our best within our small limitations".
This is a more interesting viewpoint, and exists more withing the Greek way of thinking. We are threads on a tapestry...that sort of style.
So I could go into more different types of folk tales, but those are the ones that seem most obvious to me now. So what is so great about these folk tales.
I think the main thing is that they give us a zeitgeist that can say more about a certain cultures than almost anything else. Just telling a story that didn't even likely happen to a historical person in the civilization gives us the kind of idea for how they thought.
Cinderella: ok I could give a general summary of this, but it would problably be more towards the summary part (like Girl Marries Prince Charming) rather than helping me get to where I would like to go.
Thing about Cinderella is that it's a classic. I can say Pretty common girl marries charming Prince and you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. Well, at least you'll get the gist of things. Some about Cinderella just sticks. The instant you hear the story you can start comparing everything to it by its classic viewpoint: "Life is happy if you're good."
But some folk tales (mostly foreign) seem much different that this. I don't have any right off the top of my head, but they seem more to be along the lines of "We are all subject to the power of the Gods/nature/whatever else and therefore we must do our best within our small limitations".
This is a more interesting viewpoint, and exists more withing the Greek way of thinking. We are threads on a tapestry...that sort of style.
So I could go into more different types of folk tales, but those are the ones that seem most obvious to me now. So what is so great about these folk tales.
I think the main thing is that they give us a zeitgeist that can say more about a certain cultures than almost anything else. Just telling a story that didn't even likely happen to a historical person in the civilization gives us the kind of idea for how they thought.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Eragon: Movie Premier
Ok I don't have the site right now (I'll problably add it as a comment), but for those of you who don't know the first premiers of Eragon (the movie) have come out, and I though they sucked pretty bad.
Costumes were horrible. Actors were okay. Dialogue was horrible. Special effects were horrible, and the movie seemed fake. Saphira's roar of flames reminded me of that Pokemon nintendo game where there's a bad animation of Charzard blowing some fake flame and the crowd reacting.
And armour on a dragon? I can understand some chain mail, but plate armour? How would it manuver?
Costumes were horrible. Actors were okay. Dialogue was horrible. Special effects were horrible, and the movie seemed fake. Saphira's roar of flames reminded me of that Pokemon nintendo game where there's a bad animation of Charzard blowing some fake flame and the crowd reacting.
And armour on a dragon? I can understand some chain mail, but plate armour? How would it manuver?
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
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