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)

: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.

ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

ha. Don't we all love blog editing.

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.

See?

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)...

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.

: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!!!

:P

This keeps reminding me of that song..."Be every color of the rainbow..." ew. :P

I am the dark one

lol not really. Just Legion. >_>

Fear me.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.