Friday, October 31, 2008

Wanna see...a magic trick?

Watch more video games and play free games at WeGame.


combine two loves: the dark knight, and team fortress 2.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Not another LOTR

"Oh, f***, not another elf!"
- Hugo Dyson, a real Inkling at a reading of LOTR by J.R.R. Tolkien himself.

So, I was browsing through wikiquote.org, and i found that. I also found someone named starhawk, who is apparently a witch. Huh?

Lisa: Mom, romance is dead. It was acquired by Hallmark and Disney in a hostile takeover, homogenized, and sold off piece by piece.
- The Simpsons

I really like wikiquote...although they miss some of the best quotes.

But they did get this one:

Jim: Jan is about to have a baby with a sperm donor. And Michael is preparing for the birth of a watermelon with Dwight. Now, this baby will be related to Michael through... delusion.

Rocker pants

I recently found that, due to the sudden lack of laundry washes, I had about two pairs of pants remaining in my...um...pile of clothes. One, quite obviously, had a waist size of 25 and apparently failed to be sent to goodwill. so while i promptly put that in the appropriate place, I was left with the last remaining clean pair of pants. I didn't think they would be that bad, as a few months ago I was wearing them everywhere. Well, apparently my biking has caused my legs, particularly my thighs, to swell and muscularlize. And, so, I feel like a rock star. The truth is, they're really uncomfortable. The circumference of the legs is just not enough, despite the waist being fine, and the boot-cut accommodating my calves fine. What is wrong with these pants? I feel like getting a rash, and using the bathroom is a hassle, because the mere looseness and comfortability of men's boxers directly contradict with everything rocker pants clearly need to be. its like i need...omg...oh no...ok, so these pants were in a bin....

http://www.flixya.com/video/4297/Michael_Scott_(The_Office)_Wearing_Womens_Clothes

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Take that, dancing seniors

despite my rather negative review of ac/dc's black ice, i must, undoubtedly, give them the best props possible, just for beating out HSM3's soundtrack *kaff*. That acronym makes me gag with penultimate expulsions of bile and filth from the esophagus. ac/dc, however...is still better than any senior. disney, you may have cute girls and an unhealthily thin "man" (maybe efron is a girl, just like how peter pan was always played by a girl until Hook), but nothing stands against the power of rock.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

dude you bastards took away my ice cream

so, i got a bucket of rocky road, because i like chocolate and marshmewwows and nuts, but i looked at it and thought wow, this is really small. something is wrong here. those bastards took my ice cream! just another effect of the economy. but couldn't you people in charge of ice cream sizes just raise the prices? i mean, cold stone is starting to look cheaper and cheaper...

Monday, October 27, 2008

new music tuesday

this week's song is a somewhat old one, from slipknot: before i forget. i keep hearing this on the radio, but i finally found out who it was actually from. its harsh, its grinding, its alternative metal. what could be better?

ac/dc released black ice last week, i think. only their website and walmart are currently selling it, but i dont think i'll get it. it just seems to lack the energy and focus of tnt, or even back in black. and these guys are old. go surf on a big longboard, in australia.

snow patrol is getting better, with take back the city, on their new album a hundred million suns. its a lot harder than typical snow patrol, kind of like how violet hill was way harder than typical coldplay.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

just buckets and buckets of this stuff, everywhere

lost/rusty/o'neill had a massive sample sale today, in where the factory workers have gone through all of their remaining inventory (broken, unsold, or overstocked), throw it into random boxes, and put all of it out on their front lawn. you know its good when they hand out giant plastic bags. so everyone, and I mean everyone, is tearing through all of these boxes to the point where its difficult to find out whether the shirt you're holding is your size, your gender, your taste, etc. But it's fun...i guess...it was hot out.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

True Guitar Heroism

Thanks yahoo!

Friday, October 24, 2008

quick note

if you look at the very bottom of my blog, there is a silly german flash game...that is really addicting. and frustrating. Top score of mine is 7, can you beat that?

the glorious tube of you

its a wonderful thing, youtube.com

first of all, you have dramatic, if somewhat unwell shot, footage of people doing stupid things.

then you have people doing stupid things because they thought it would be cool to take videos of themselves doing stupid things.

and then you just have stupid people doing, unsurprisingly, things. just things. nothing else.

and all those stupid watchers, with their stupid comments.

Listen to Yourself

(right click -> view image)

take that, world!

Thursday, October 23, 2008

ow my freakin head!

apparently, when one goes about doing a natural thing he is entitled to, he receives, in response, a headache. i don't know why this happens, but it's enough to discourage me from performing a natural rite that billions of other people have gone through. But if i don't do this, then i get a headache anyways, and possibly eventual death. Another lose-lose, another catch-22.

Anyways, to ward of the headaches, and an impending "do this **** assignment or you fail", which is due in 1 FRICKIN hour!!!!1!, i have written the first few lines of this:

I used to drool and hurl
But wants would come when i said the word
Now in the morning I sleep, troubled
See the child in an old photo

I used to scream and cry
From the pain, I thought I would die
But then someone started to sing
As they held me up like in Lion King

The diapers would catch my pee
Until my age became to be
Then I discovered that I could stand
Then it all came down, now its the end

I hear someone's alarm a ringing
My works a drag the boss is screaming
Be more nearer, my soul, until
Maybe someday I can not feel

But to be back with my choo-choo train
Once time pass it will never,
never in a real world
but that was when I knew no words

Monday, October 20, 2008

Dain Bramage

I have absolutely nothing to comment on....... Life can be so boring that way.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

I read them for the articles

This morning, as I was wandering around my campus library, I happened to stumble upon the most recent issue of Esquire. Intrigued, mainly by the headline, I took it with me to a well lit corner and a comfortable chair, and opened it.

To about 30 pages of ads of men wearing suits, and about 5 pages of men in whitey-tighteys running on the beach. What? Is this a guy mag, or a gay mag?

If it wasn't for the several lucrative images following, I would have said the latter.

There's something to be said about these magazines. I miss the old Rolling Stone mags, the ones which were absolutely giant, and were wonderfully thick. These, while remaining normal sized, are still wonderfully thick, despite half the pages of men in either suits or whitey-tighteys. And the smell coming from these...it oozes, um, manliness. Does someone spray all of these with cologne and man perfume? As for the articles, most of them are either interviews of Obama, comedians, beautiful women, or shopping.

Wait...

what kind of "man" is so interested in shopping for whitey-tighteys, anyways?

Friday, October 17, 2008

The Love of Substituted Doctrine

Unlike the real thing, this is actually possible. Try it out! It's fun, and easy. Although, eventually, you might find yourself drawn up and through the endless shapes of the void....

Anyways, I was just trying to think up a title that has absolutely nothing to do with the song, ala fall out boy.

And so, I have a free weekend and money in my pocket. Where will this money go? No one knows. But that's ok. I would rather help myself than the economy.

The average IQ is not 97. It's ideally 100, and Mensa is supposed to adjust the scale. I just thought that certain IQ ads should know. In case anyone's interested, my unofficial IQ is 139, and I have absolutely no idea which test that would be on.

Random.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Apathy

At some point, you just have to ask what the point really is.

What's the point of writing this blog? Is it just a hole through which my feelings and meaningless comments can escape into the world? Does it really do anything? Does anyone care? Meh.

Perhaps its just adrenaline/epinephrine/testosterone withdrawal from paintball, or the fact that I have a presentation due in two days that I don't give crap about, because I worked so hard for a letter that won't matter in a few weeks, or months, or even years. But it just seems that only the pointless has a point. We love the pointless. The American people work in order to play, and usually end up treating play as work. No one gives a crap about important things, except those who actually feel as if they need it. We love games. We stake our money on whether a horse will cross the line first, or if the score of two professional teams will fall within a certain range. And everybody watches tv, right? Is this a problem? Perhaps not, at least, for now. But eventually, we will get up out of our couch, seat, cushion, or bed, by circumstance or by admitting we have a disease, and face the things that will last much longer than a hormonal rush.

(No, i'm not quitting this blog)

Monday, October 13, 2008

Please be reading instrucion manual

Not-so-famous misreadings or failure to read or just bad instructions:

Failed to read that several papers were due one week, on various days, which lowered my overall grade significantly.

Misread instructions on how to properly destroy the earth. Gave up after the fifth attempt.

No, I'm not dyslexic, but I switched the numbers on my math final, and missed enough other questions to net a parental unsatisfactory grade.

Oiled up my fill nipple on my paintball tank. Fortunately, caught the mistake before this happened:
http://www.sapaintball.info/sapb/dynamic/index.php?id=757

And, if you saw the Amazing Race last night, one team failed to see the note to walk to their next destination, thus costing them a 1 in 8 shot at a million dollars.

So, read them.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Painball

Did it yesterday, but today hurts more than the worst hits I've ever had, but I've gotten used to it. After all, it's only my umpteenth time.

Anyways, the kill of the day goes something like this:

Now my name is Timmay C, I've got a license to kill
I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill
Now what do we have here, a sniper in the rear
I run this land, you understand, I make myself clear.
I stepped into the wind, I had no band, he thought "a friend"
I shouted drop the gun but he didn't see my grin.

Then I shot him. Best. Kill. Ever.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Paparazzi Support

"I sit there and I look back and I'm like, 'I'm a smart person. What... was I thinking?"
-Britney Spears.

No, actually Brit, you're not really that smart. Your publicist is smart. You might have been smart on Earth-2 (Megan Fox knows what that is. She's smarter and hotter than you, Brit), but remember folks: Spears gives a prime example of This is your brain on drugs.

Ok, so enough ranting about Brit. Let's rant against something else.

Rise Against released their new album, Appeal to Reason. It's rather disappointing, and doesn't seem as innovative or invigorating as The Sufferer and the Witness, but at least for the most part they can still pull it off. Sometimes.

I was lying in bed last night, decoding problems in my head, when I realized that I left my iPod in my shorts, which were currently in the dryer, which logically means that they were in the wash previously. So now I have an iPod that refuses to charge, but remains happily functioning when attached to the computer or the car. For that matter, remember my killer earbuds? They remain killer, not killed, and function just as well as before they were baptized.

SNL Fey/Poehler as Palin/Clinton

Hiliarious! A Must See!

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

the gods amongst us

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081007/ap_on_re_as/as_nepal_living_goddess

"I feel a bit sad, but since my child has become a living goddess I feel proud," said her father Pratap Man Shakya.

Well, now, how do you feel about your daughter spending the night with decapitated goat heads?

Personally, I think that, beyond obvious reasons, this is disturbing. What if she's the anti-god?

and in other news:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20081003/od_nm/us_ignobels;_ylt=AiPoHl6fvRY.dhPF7NkLwZ3tiBIF

now i know why it hurts so much when i spill coke in certain areas.
as for the chips part, didn't you already know that?

Monday, October 6, 2008

Ha! HA! It's resurrected!

I LIIIVVEEEE!

ok, so, like i have a thesis i have to turn in NOW, and other deadlines that will probably kill me, so i'll just entertain you with something quick and witty.

Vote for McCain and Fey!