Sunday, November 30, 2003
Ok, it looks like SOMEBODY hasn't updated his blog in a while. Oh well, not like anyone reads this anyway.
If you're reading this, did that feel ironic just now?
So the vacation begins to wind down, as if it had never happened at all. Everything goes right back to normal, except of course for those freaking Christmas decorations everyone's already got out. Jeeze. Enough's enough. I'm already sick of Christmas, and it's only a couple days after Thanksgiving. All because someone jumped the gun, hoping to get more use out of all the effort they put into over doing their tacky little decorations. Good job. While you're at it, why not just set them up in July and leave them up year round?
Ok, I realize that I'm just picking targets to vent on. I apologize. The 63 piece light-up sleigh set is a nice touch to the two-room house. It really is.
So I had my card tournament, did fairly well considering the opposition. It was a good time, but I was a bit disturbed by the fact that I lost all feelings of joy within an hour of its completion. This is really starting to get old, all this negativity. I have to figure out how to get past this.
And...I have to start putting better stuff in this blog. It's gotten rather downbeat, hasn't it? The last good thing I wrote was my terribly sacrilegious blog play.
Pulp Fiction is an awesome movie. Despite my near-punching-the-host-in-the-face incident, I had a great night with John and Andrew. Oh...I guess his brother was there too. Anywho, that was fun...and, well...I got to disk 4 in FF9...and...uhh....that was my holiday. Grandma is here...and, we ate turkey...and I stayed in my room a lot. So, that's that. Rehearsal's in there somewhere....yeah. That's it. Game over.
Current Mood: Am I alive or dead? Or somewhere in between?
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If you're reading this, did that feel ironic just now?
So the vacation begins to wind down, as if it had never happened at all. Everything goes right back to normal, except of course for those freaking Christmas decorations everyone's already got out. Jeeze. Enough's enough. I'm already sick of Christmas, and it's only a couple days after Thanksgiving. All because someone jumped the gun, hoping to get more use out of all the effort they put into over doing their tacky little decorations. Good job. While you're at it, why not just set them up in July and leave them up year round?
Ok, I realize that I'm just picking targets to vent on. I apologize. The 63 piece light-up sleigh set is a nice touch to the two-room house. It really is.
So I had my card tournament, did fairly well considering the opposition. It was a good time, but I was a bit disturbed by the fact that I lost all feelings of joy within an hour of its completion. This is really starting to get old, all this negativity. I have to figure out how to get past this.
And...I have to start putting better stuff in this blog. It's gotten rather downbeat, hasn't it? The last good thing I wrote was my terribly sacrilegious blog play.
Pulp Fiction is an awesome movie. Despite my near-punching-the-host-in-the-face incident, I had a great night with John and Andrew. Oh...I guess his brother was there too. Anywho, that was fun...and, well...I got to disk 4 in FF9...and...uhh....that was my holiday. Grandma is here...and, we ate turkey...and I stayed in my room a lot. So, that's that. Rehearsal's in there somewhere....yeah. That's it. Game over.
Current Mood: Am I alive or dead? Or somewhere in between?
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Some updates:
No news on the vandalism as to who the culprit is. The katana has been sharpened.
God still on vacation.
Bush still an idiot.
In other news, I give up. I'm done with everything, I just realized how pointless it is. I'm going to keep trying in school, but I mean socially. There's really no point. I hate everyone. So I'm becoming a super villain. That's right. Evil powers, Dark Magic, giant robots, the works. I'm taking you all out, with a giant meteorite or something.
Failing that, I'll be running around with a katana getting arrested and/or shot.
Seriously though, I wish this year would end. As awful as it seems, I wish I could be done with both high school and college already. Then I could out and alone already, emphasis on alone. I feel awful doing all this college work with my Mom, because I really just don't care about my future. I just want to leave everything behind and just start walking, and not stop until I fall to the ground and pass. The worse thing of course is that I can't, because that would be selfish. My Mom would be destroyed.
Without further ado, another Blog Play.
Voice: ANTHONY!
Tony: AHH! Yes, Lord?
God: No, over here.
Tony: Oh, sorry Lord.
God: Don't be. Anyway, it's time I reveled the divine truths to you.
Tony: But, am I worthy?
God: No.
Tony: Oh...well, then why...
God: Don't ask, you'll kill the plot.
Tony: Right, sorry. So, what is the truth?
God: The truth is...well, what do you think?
Tony: I personally think that all people possess a soul which is eternal and exists forever. This soul uses the body as a vessel during life, and in death all things return to the natural cycle of things. All reality is generally one, but the spiritual is somewhat seperate in that it joins as one massive union of consciouses and entities.
God: Well, that's interesting.
Tony: Am I right?
God: ...No.
Tony: Oh, bummer. What is the correct answer.
God: I'm not telling you.
Tony: But then why...
God: Because it's stupid and pointless to worry about it. You'll find out soon enough anyway. So you may as well relax and LIVE.
Tony: But how will I prepare? Which religion...
God: It doesn't matter what you believe in, all the religions are the same. None really promise salvation for killing people and sinning, so avoid those things and live well and you're set, regardless of belief.
Tony: Is there...anything to look forward to?
God: You'll see. Don't think so much.
(commotion)
Tony: Who's that?
All: We're philosophers from the past!
Socrates: We are angry!
Descartes: We are Irate!
Aristotle: We are generally irked!
All: Because this single blog entry has completely devalued all we sought to accomplish with our lives work!
God: Yeah, bad choice in profession there.
All: What?
(all vanish, screaming)
God: Anyway, just do your thing and I'll judge it later.
(enter HEART)
Heart: There you are! Please, help!
(enter SOUL)
Soul: Don't squeal on me, bitch!
Tony: Please don't mind them.
God: Need a hand?
Tony: Please.
(God blasts both Heart and Soul, destroying them.)
Tony: Ah, that's much better. Thank you.
God: Don't mention is.
Well, that was a bit of nonsense. If I were to have been doing a serious philosophy blog play the main characters would be Masa and Mune. That's just how it is.
So, that's all.
Current Mood:
Lord, just let me sleep.
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No news on the vandalism as to who the culprit is. The katana has been sharpened.
God still on vacation.
Bush still an idiot.
In other news, I give up. I'm done with everything, I just realized how pointless it is. I'm going to keep trying in school, but I mean socially. There's really no point. I hate everyone. So I'm becoming a super villain. That's right. Evil powers, Dark Magic, giant robots, the works. I'm taking you all out, with a giant meteorite or something.
Failing that, I'll be running around with a katana getting arrested and/or shot.
Seriously though, I wish this year would end. As awful as it seems, I wish I could be done with both high school and college already. Then I could out and alone already, emphasis on alone. I feel awful doing all this college work with my Mom, because I really just don't care about my future. I just want to leave everything behind and just start walking, and not stop until I fall to the ground and pass. The worse thing of course is that I can't, because that would be selfish. My Mom would be destroyed.
Without further ado, another Blog Play.
Voice: ANTHONY!
Tony: AHH! Yes, Lord?
God: No, over here.
Tony: Oh, sorry Lord.
God: Don't be. Anyway, it's time I reveled the divine truths to you.
Tony: But, am I worthy?
God: No.
Tony: Oh...well, then why...
God: Don't ask, you'll kill the plot.
Tony: Right, sorry. So, what is the truth?
God: The truth is...well, what do you think?
Tony: I personally think that all people possess a soul which is eternal and exists forever. This soul uses the body as a vessel during life, and in death all things return to the natural cycle of things. All reality is generally one, but the spiritual is somewhat seperate in that it joins as one massive union of consciouses and entities.
God: Well, that's interesting.
Tony: Am I right?
God: ...No.
Tony: Oh, bummer. What is the correct answer.
God: I'm not telling you.
Tony: But then why...
God: Because it's stupid and pointless to worry about it. You'll find out soon enough anyway. So you may as well relax and LIVE.
Tony: But how will I prepare? Which religion...
God: It doesn't matter what you believe in, all the religions are the same. None really promise salvation for killing people and sinning, so avoid those things and live well and you're set, regardless of belief.
Tony: Is there...anything to look forward to?
God: You'll see. Don't think so much.
(commotion)
Tony: Who's that?
All: We're philosophers from the past!
Socrates: We are angry!
Descartes: We are Irate!
Aristotle: We are generally irked!
All: Because this single blog entry has completely devalued all we sought to accomplish with our lives work!
God: Yeah, bad choice in profession there.
All: What?
(all vanish, screaming)
God: Anyway, just do your thing and I'll judge it later.
(enter HEART)
Heart: There you are! Please, help!
(enter SOUL)
Soul: Don't squeal on me, bitch!
Tony: Please don't mind them.
God: Need a hand?
Tony: Please.
(God blasts both Heart and Soul, destroying them.)
Tony: Ah, that's much better. Thank you.
God: Don't mention is.
Well, that was a bit of nonsense. If I were to have been doing a serious philosophy blog play the main characters would be Masa and Mune. That's just how it is.
So, that's all.
Current Mood:
Lord, just let me sleep.
Sunday, November 16, 2003
Well, the clouds slowly are lifting. I've been managing to claw my way out of this jolly little depression, and I decided it was time to update.
Found out that my school was vandalized...greatly. Rest assured, the culprit will be found. They can expect my katana in their face. For less than a second. Then, they can expect it back in my sheath moments before they depart this moral coil.
That news aside, the rest of the speech meet went well. I qualified for states, which is good. Rehearsal today went very well, I think. I had fun, anyway. Oh, and I crushed Dan in another duel. He's quite frustrated with getting beaten by Exodia and all.
So, that's about it. It's been a really long week, and I'm awfully tired.
Sorry, nothing silly here today. I suggest looking through the archives. There's some crazy crap in there. I'll come back later in the week, when I feel like it, to possibly write something clever and witty. Possibly blatantly retarded, but amusing nevertheless.
Current Mood: .....peacefully detached.
Yes, in the play, I play Sir Charles Sturman, the governor.
.... I AM THE GOVERNATOR!
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Found out that my school was vandalized...greatly. Rest assured, the culprit will be found. They can expect my katana in their face. For less than a second. Then, they can expect it back in my sheath moments before they depart this moral coil.
That news aside, the rest of the speech meet went well. I qualified for states, which is good. Rehearsal today went very well, I think. I had fun, anyway. Oh, and I crushed Dan in another duel. He's quite frustrated with getting beaten by Exodia and all.
So, that's about it. It's been a really long week, and I'm awfully tired.
Sorry, nothing silly here today. I suggest looking through the archives. There's some crazy crap in there. I'll come back later in the week, when I feel like it, to possibly write something clever and witty. Possibly blatantly retarded, but amusing nevertheless.
Current Mood: .....peacefully detached.
Yes, in the play, I play Sir Charles Sturman, the governor.
.... I AM THE GOVERNATOR!
Monday, November 10, 2003
Recently I've been living in a dream, where reality and fantasy all seem jumbled and fake together. I'm stuck in what seems to be a perpetual flashback; I don't know why, but all my memories seem to be flowing back to me at once without reason.
Which can only mean one thing: The reaper comes. I say, let him come. I've waited long enough.
Many people fear death, others seek it. I do neither. I await it, I accept it, and will let it come where it may. I only wish it would just come now if it's going to at all. At least the Grim Coma-man. You know, the causer of comas. Where's that guy? Oh, I made him up. My bad.
My biggest concern is if anyone would be sad if I were gone. I wouldn't want anyone to be sad, that would be rather selfish of me. That's why I intend to disapear after High School. Now it makes sense, perhaps? If I'm forgotten for a while, there will be no bad feelings when I face my destiny alone on some roadside...nothing I have to regret. I can wander freely to take all my sorrow with me alone, so that no one else has to deal with it, and have it vanish along with me.
So that, friends, is the reason for the hope for death at 27. 10 years to give this all a shot, and after that I'll be gone to expire in quiet.
*sigh* maybe this is all just the insanity talking. Yeah, that's it.
Can someone just tell me how to be happy? I had it once, I know I did. I want it back, but I'm not sure what it is I'm looking for. Does anyone know?
Current Mood: The rain brightens the sunny day, greatest sorrow begets greatest joy. These are the rules of an Idealist... Idealists fail.
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Which can only mean one thing: The reaper comes. I say, let him come. I've waited long enough.
Many people fear death, others seek it. I do neither. I await it, I accept it, and will let it come where it may. I only wish it would just come now if it's going to at all. At least the Grim Coma-man. You know, the causer of comas. Where's that guy? Oh, I made him up. My bad.
My biggest concern is if anyone would be sad if I were gone. I wouldn't want anyone to be sad, that would be rather selfish of me. That's why I intend to disapear after High School. Now it makes sense, perhaps? If I'm forgotten for a while, there will be no bad feelings when I face my destiny alone on some roadside...nothing I have to regret. I can wander freely to take all my sorrow with me alone, so that no one else has to deal with it, and have it vanish along with me.
So that, friends, is the reason for the hope for death at 27. 10 years to give this all a shot, and after that I'll be gone to expire in quiet.
*sigh* maybe this is all just the insanity talking. Yeah, that's it.
Can someone just tell me how to be happy? I had it once, I know I did. I want it back, but I'm not sure what it is I'm looking for. Does anyone know?
Current Mood: The rain brightens the sunny day, greatest sorrow begets greatest joy. These are the rules of an Idealist... Idealists fail.
Thursday, November 06, 2003
*Sigh* ...Everyone's leaving for NETC...leaving the little wop all but alone... It's bloody Saint Patrick's Day all over again! ARGH!
Bloody hell... well, with my friends and best emotional anchors gone it looks like I'm left with my AWESOME friends that aren't in NETC. Yeah, that's right. How do you like that?
In other news:
I'm still completely insane. Totally nucking futs. Ooh, Dyslexic too.
... I'm so sick of all of this. Everything. I hate it all.
On a lighter note, ignore my bitching and please go back a few entries to enjoy my very sacrilgious blogplay. I hear it's not bad.
Current Mood: bleach.
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Bloody hell... well, with my friends and best emotional anchors gone it looks like I'm left with my AWESOME friends that aren't in NETC. Yeah, that's right. How do you like that?
In other news:
I'm still completely insane. Totally nucking futs. Ooh, Dyslexic too.
... I'm so sick of all of this. Everything. I hate it all.
On a lighter note, ignore my bitching and please go back a few entries to enjoy my very sacrilgious blogplay. I hear it's not bad.
Current Mood: bleach.
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
You know what's a fun word? "Crap." Man, that is fun to say!
Current Mood: ..........[snicker]...........CRAP!
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Current Mood: ..........[snicker]...........CRAP!
Postponing another "Matrix philosophy is NOT original, just entertaining" rant, I now present: Another Crappy Blog Play.
Tony: JC! *high fives* What is up, my man?
Jesus: Not much, Anthony.
Tony: How are you?
Jesus: Not bad. And you're alive?
Tony: ...That's what I would say if you asked me how I was, yes.
Jesus: (grinning) Yeah, I know.
Tony: ...Someone's not getting invited back here again.
Jesus: ...you'll forgive me.
Tony: GODDAM IT! Stop doing that!
Jesus: Please don't take my name in vain. Have some class.
Tony: All right, fine. CLASS. (In British Accent) I say, Jesus...
Jesus: Stop. I told you not to do that.
Tony: Do what?
Jesus: Take my name in vain.
Tony: ....I....(incoherent grumbling)
Jesus: (repeats) "I say, Jesu..."
Tony: Yeah, I GET it.
Jesus: (Grinning) Tee Hee.
Tony: Right....so, can we begin the interview?
Jesus: Certainly.
Tony: Any new progress?
Jesus: Well, yes, there's my new movie.
Tony: Ah yes, "Jesus: The Second Cuming." Now, why a skin flik?
Jesus: Well, I was against it at first, but my agent insisted it was a good idea.
Tony: But is your agent not a demon?
Jesus: A lawyer, yes.
Tony: (reading card) ....from the law offices of Belzebub, Mephistophilies, and Lucifer.
Jesus: ...yes.
Tony: I see. And the supporting cast of the film?
Jesus: Nun.
Tony: None? No supporting cast?
Jesus: No, NUNS.
Tony: Ah, nuns. But surely nuns are cloistered.
Jesus: Normally, yes. But I have devine privs.
Tony: I see. Now, if nuns are cloistered, does that mean they have pearls in them?
Jesus: Pardon?
Tony: Nevermind, nevermind. How is the Pope responding to the film?
Jesus: Poorly, I'm afraid. In fact he's inspired my newest book.
Tony: Which is called...
Jesus: "Bell, Book, and Candle"
Tony: Surely, you don't mean....
Jesus: Yes, I'm afraid I've been excommunicated.
Tony: ... Now, do you find that a tad ironic?
Jesus: How so?
Tony: Well, you being kicked out of a religion in your name...
Jesus: To be honest, I don't see how he can do it. I'm not even a Christian.
Tony: No?
Jesus: No. I'm a jew. Always have been.
Tony: Ah yes, of course. Wouldn't make much sense to be a Christian, I suppose.
Jesus: No.
Tony: Rather difficult to love oneself in the highest degree.
Jesus: That's the sequel.
Tony: Sequel? Sequel to what?
Jesus: My movie, "Jesus: The..."
Tony: (interupting) I think we all remember the title.
Jesus: I know, but it's just so clever. I like to throw it around.
Tony: Yes, well we have a special surprise guest for you. Please welcome the Pope.
(Pope enters, Jesus stands. There is swearing [bleeped out] and shoving as they are seperated by the bodyguard, Michael. They take their seats and glare at each other.
Tony: Now that we have the two of you together...
Pope: Now listen to me, I've been around a long time...
Jesus: I'll say. In my time people didn't live to be your age. Father was mericiful then.
Pope: What do you mean?
Jesus: He took people back home before they had to suffer in your sorry state.
Pope: (exasperated) Why! I never!
Jesus: I know. That's why I made the movie. To loosten you Christians up. Literally.
Pope: Why, I SAY!
Jesus: You better not. I've called him on that twice already. (points to Tony)
Tony: Hey, I've never!
Jesus: I know, you haven't either. But I was talking about the "name in vain" thing.
Tony: What about taking your name "in vein?" I was thinking about dealing Heroin...
Pope: What?
Tony: ...and you could be really great in marketing. I call it "Salvation Shooters."
Jesus: Hmm...
Tony: What do you say?
Jesus: How about cross-shaped syringes?
Pope: NOW SEE HERE! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!
(quarrel, fighting, swearing. Jesus picks up a chair and throws it at Pope.)
Tony: ....looks like you've killed him.
Jesus: ...oh, my.
Tony: Hey, it's ok. I'll bet you've always wanted to kill someone. Let's go with it.
Jesus: Well, I suppose....no, I can't.
Tony: Oh, come on, you watch us all down here, don't you just wanna.....zap?
Jesus: Well....those Child molestors....
Tony: Bring 'em out!
(ZAP)
Jesus: Televangelists.....
Tony: Head 'em up, move 'em out!
(ZAP)
Jesus: Are you sure this is ok?
Tony: For the son of man? Sure! Hell, it's therapuetic.
Jesus: CRUSADERS! POLITICIANS!
Tony: That's it! Let 'em flow!
(ZAP) (ZAP)
Jesus: RELIGION TEACHERS, METEOROLOGISTS, SOUTHERNERS!
Tony: WHOO!
Jesus: Hypocrites, neo-nazis, cult leaders, UFO survivers, Raelians, Jehova's witnesses...
(ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!)
(Hours pass, millions fall)
Tony: Wow, Earth is really roomy...
Jesus: Yeah, it was made that way.
Tony: How'd it get filled up so fast?
Jesus: Christians. ...And Chinese.
(ZAP!)
Jesus: Of course those dandy holy wars in my name thinned it out a bit. Pff.
Tony: Well, It's been an honor JC.
Jesus: Peace.
Tony: Catch 'ya on the flip side, oh great diviner of souls.
(Jesus leaves)
This is the address to complain to:
666 Heathan Drive
Blasphemy, NY 40407
P.O.d box 69,
Care of Damien
666 Piss off lane
Ayche-EE-DubleHokistics, CA 91101
Current Mood: PLEASE GOD, have a sense of humor. You made the platypus, come on.
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Tony: JC! *high fives* What is up, my man?
Jesus: Not much, Anthony.
Tony: How are you?
Jesus: Not bad. And you're alive?
Tony: ...That's what I would say if you asked me how I was, yes.
Jesus: (grinning) Yeah, I know.
Tony: ...Someone's not getting invited back here again.
Jesus: ...you'll forgive me.
Tony: GODDAM IT! Stop doing that!
Jesus: Please don't take my name in vain. Have some class.
Tony: All right, fine. CLASS. (In British Accent) I say, Jesus...
Jesus: Stop. I told you not to do that.
Tony: Do what?
Jesus: Take my name in vain.
Tony: ....I....(incoherent grumbling)
Jesus: (repeats) "I say, Jesu..."
Tony: Yeah, I GET it.
Jesus: (Grinning) Tee Hee.
Tony: Right....so, can we begin the interview?
Jesus: Certainly.
Tony: Any new progress?
Jesus: Well, yes, there's my new movie.
Tony: Ah yes, "Jesus: The Second Cuming." Now, why a skin flik?
Jesus: Well, I was against it at first, but my agent insisted it was a good idea.
Tony: But is your agent not a demon?
Jesus: A lawyer, yes.
Tony: (reading card) ....from the law offices of Belzebub, Mephistophilies, and Lucifer.
Jesus: ...yes.
Tony: I see. And the supporting cast of the film?
Jesus: Nun.
Tony: None? No supporting cast?
Jesus: No, NUNS.
Tony: Ah, nuns. But surely nuns are cloistered.
Jesus: Normally, yes. But I have devine privs.
Tony: I see. Now, if nuns are cloistered, does that mean they have pearls in them?
Jesus: Pardon?
Tony: Nevermind, nevermind. How is the Pope responding to the film?
Jesus: Poorly, I'm afraid. In fact he's inspired my newest book.
Tony: Which is called...
Jesus: "Bell, Book, and Candle"
Tony: Surely, you don't mean....
Jesus: Yes, I'm afraid I've been excommunicated.
Tony: ... Now, do you find that a tad ironic?
Jesus: How so?
Tony: Well, you being kicked out of a religion in your name...
Jesus: To be honest, I don't see how he can do it. I'm not even a Christian.
Tony: No?
Jesus: No. I'm a jew. Always have been.
Tony: Ah yes, of course. Wouldn't make much sense to be a Christian, I suppose.
Jesus: No.
Tony: Rather difficult to love oneself in the highest degree.
Jesus: That's the sequel.
Tony: Sequel? Sequel to what?
Jesus: My movie, "Jesus: The..."
Tony: (interupting) I think we all remember the title.
Jesus: I know, but it's just so clever. I like to throw it around.
Tony: Yes, well we have a special surprise guest for you. Please welcome the Pope.
(Pope enters, Jesus stands. There is swearing [bleeped out] and shoving as they are seperated by the bodyguard, Michael. They take their seats and glare at each other.
Tony: Now that we have the two of you together...
Pope: Now listen to me, I've been around a long time...
Jesus: I'll say. In my time people didn't live to be your age. Father was mericiful then.
Pope: What do you mean?
Jesus: He took people back home before they had to suffer in your sorry state.
Pope: (exasperated) Why! I never!
Jesus: I know. That's why I made the movie. To loosten you Christians up. Literally.
Pope: Why, I SAY!
Jesus: You better not. I've called him on that twice already. (points to Tony)
Tony: Hey, I've never!
Jesus: I know, you haven't either. But I was talking about the "name in vain" thing.
Tony: What about taking your name "in vein?" I was thinking about dealing Heroin...
Pope: What?
Tony: ...and you could be really great in marketing. I call it "Salvation Shooters."
Jesus: Hmm...
Tony: What do you say?
Jesus: How about cross-shaped syringes?
Pope: NOW SEE HERE! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!
(quarrel, fighting, swearing. Jesus picks up a chair and throws it at Pope.)
Tony: ....looks like you've killed him.
Jesus: ...oh, my.
Tony: Hey, it's ok. I'll bet you've always wanted to kill someone. Let's go with it.
Jesus: Well, I suppose....no, I can't.
Tony: Oh, come on, you watch us all down here, don't you just wanna.....zap?
Jesus: Well....those Child molestors....
Tony: Bring 'em out!
(ZAP)
Jesus: Televangelists.....
Tony: Head 'em up, move 'em out!
(ZAP)
Jesus: Are you sure this is ok?
Tony: For the son of man? Sure! Hell, it's therapuetic.
Jesus: CRUSADERS! POLITICIANS!
Tony: That's it! Let 'em flow!
(ZAP) (ZAP)
Jesus: RELIGION TEACHERS, METEOROLOGISTS, SOUTHERNERS!
Tony: WHOO!
Jesus: Hypocrites, neo-nazis, cult leaders, UFO survivers, Raelians, Jehova's witnesses...
(ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!)
(Hours pass, millions fall)
Tony: Wow, Earth is really roomy...
Jesus: Yeah, it was made that way.
Tony: How'd it get filled up so fast?
Jesus: Christians. ...And Chinese.
(ZAP!)
Jesus: Of course those dandy holy wars in my name thinned it out a bit. Pff.
Tony: Well, It's been an honor JC.
Jesus: Peace.
Tony: Catch 'ya on the flip side, oh great diviner of souls.
(Jesus leaves)
This is the address to complain to:
666 Heathan Drive
Blasphemy, NY 40407
P.O.d box 69,
Care of Damien
666 Piss off lane
Ayche-EE-DubleHokistics, CA 91101
Current Mood: PLEASE GOD, have a sense of humor. You made the platypus, come on.
Sunday, November 02, 2003
Some things in life are bad,
They can really make you mad,
Other things just make you swear and curse,
When you're chewing your life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle,
And this'll help things turn out for the best,
And.....
Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the light side of life.
[whistling]
If life seems jolly rotten,
There's something you've forgotten,
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps,
Don't be silly chumps.
Just purse your lips and whistle. That's the thing.
And...
Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the right side of life,
[whistling]
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word.
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin.
Give the audience a grin.
Enjoy it. It's your last chance, anyhow.
So,...
Always look on the bright side of death,
[whistling]
Just before you draw your terminal breath.
[whistling]
Life's a piece of shit,
When you look at it.
Life's a laugh and death's a joke. It's true.
You'll see it's all a show.
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And...
Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the right side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Current Mood: Happiness isn't something you find, it's something you make. I have a new hobby, and that's trying to learn how to whistle. I've decided, that while I'm here, I'm going to make the most of it. And so depression is once again fought back for a day, hopefully not to return any time soon.
Love is not based on need, it is the wanting to share one's joys and sorrows. My friends are not my friends because I need them, but because when I am joyful I want to share my happiness with them. When they are sad, I want to share in their sorrow to ease their burden. When I am sad, they want to share in my sorrow, and that makes me want to share my joy and their sorrow even more.
That is friendship. That is love.
It is not selfish, it is not gratifying, it is not necessary. It simply is. And it is wonderful and pure. Many think they understand it, but they do not. And that is why they often fall victim to disaster and worthless, over done drama.
Humans are rash and foolish, but atonement is found in conversion; real love made with the proper motives.
"The last temptation was the greatest treason; to do the right thing, for the wrong reason." -Thomas Becket, "Murder in the Cathedral"
A lesson in life and a lesson in love. Not bad, eh kids? Now go, class dismissed for today.
Stay on the happy side,
Always on the happy side,
Stay on the happy side of life.
You'll feel no pain
As we drive you insane.
So stay on the happy side of life.
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They can really make you mad,
Other things just make you swear and curse,
When you're chewing your life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle,
And this'll help things turn out for the best,
And.....
Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the light side of life.
[whistling]
If life seems jolly rotten,
There's something you've forgotten,
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps,
Don't be silly chumps.
Just purse your lips and whistle. That's the thing.
And...
Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the right side of life,
[whistling]
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word.
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin.
Give the audience a grin.
Enjoy it. It's your last chance, anyhow.
So,...
Always look on the bright side of death,
[whistling]
Just before you draw your terminal breath.
[whistling]
Life's a piece of shit,
When you look at it.
Life's a laugh and death's a joke. It's true.
You'll see it's all a show.
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And...
Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the right side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Current Mood: Happiness isn't something you find, it's something you make. I have a new hobby, and that's trying to learn how to whistle. I've decided, that while I'm here, I'm going to make the most of it. And so depression is once again fought back for a day, hopefully not to return any time soon.
Love is not based on need, it is the wanting to share one's joys and sorrows. My friends are not my friends because I need them, but because when I am joyful I want to share my happiness with them. When they are sad, I want to share in their sorrow to ease their burden. When I am sad, they want to share in my sorrow, and that makes me want to share my joy and their sorrow even more.
That is friendship. That is love.
It is not selfish, it is not gratifying, it is not necessary. It simply is. And it is wonderful and pure. Many think they understand it, but they do not. And that is why they often fall victim to disaster and worthless, over done drama.
Humans are rash and foolish, but atonement is found in conversion; real love made with the proper motives.
"The last temptation was the greatest treason; to do the right thing, for the wrong reason." -Thomas Becket, "Murder in the Cathedral"
A lesson in life and a lesson in love. Not bad, eh kids? Now go, class dismissed for today.
Stay on the happy side,
Always on the happy side,
Stay on the happy side of life.
You'll feel no pain
As we drive you insane.
So stay on the happy side of life.
