okay...wait for it...be careful, you might miss it...
you missed it.
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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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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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
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