Sunday, May 30, 2004
It seems that the less I have to do, the less inspiration I have to write these little entries. With nothing really going on in my life, it's hard to find topics to draw on. Man, I would kill for some mundane events.
Ok, perhaps the problem is my perspective. When there's no significant events to think of, the mundane becomes EXTRA commonplace, and I simply don't think to rant on about something insignificant like fast food, waking up late, or being a ninja. I'm sure something will come along eventually.
I went to the Rocky Horror Picture Show last night. It was fun, although it was far from the best performance I've seen there. Today I went over to Jake's house. We didn't do much, but it was fun. Also, he let me borrow the Trigun DVD boxset, which is awesome. I love Vash. So cool . . .
Anyway . . .
Bleh.
Current Mood: I said bleh.
Current Music: See bleh.
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Ok, perhaps the problem is my perspective. When there's no significant events to think of, the mundane becomes EXTRA commonplace, and I simply don't think to rant on about something insignificant like fast food, waking up late, or being a ninja. I'm sure something will come along eventually.
I went to the Rocky Horror Picture Show last night. It was fun, although it was far from the best performance I've seen there. Today I went over to Jake's house. We didn't do much, but it was fun. Also, he let me borrow the Trigun DVD boxset, which is awesome. I love Vash. So cool . . .
Anyway . . .
Bleh.
Current Mood: I said bleh.
Current Music: See bleh.
Saturday, May 29, 2004
Yet another mini-update:
The Zeon emblem up there in the title (That fancy red and yellow thing) is now a link to a new page I made about the wonderful nation of Zeon. Enjoy.
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The Zeon emblem up there in the title (That fancy red and yellow thing) is now a link to a new page I made about the wonderful nation of Zeon. Enjoy.
Friday, May 28, 2004
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Ok, time to update. The prom was last night, and it was a lot of fun. There's just so much to be said that I'd better do organize my thoughts chronilogically.
First, I got up late. I didn't have to go to school that day. That was nice. I slept nice and late into the afternoon, up until that point where your body feels so exhausted from all the sleeping you've been doing that you consider taking a quick nap to catch up. You know what I mean. Anyway, after I finally got up and ate a bagel for breakfast (with the cream cream cheesy creamy), I was ready to make my rounds. I picked up Steph's corsage and my tux, and then went home to play video games.
So far, a very demanding day.
Then I shaved and took a shower, put the tux on, and I was off.
Then I got lost. I do that, ok? It's just what I do. I get lost.
When I finally did find the house of Jess, I was greeted by . . . Sammy Cordova? Yes, little Sam Sugrue was waiting for me, hanging around because he had nothing better to do. Poor little guy. Would it have killed one of you senior girls to ask him? Huh? HUH?
So Sam decided to hang around for a while and entertain everything in sight while we took pictures and such, bla bla bla. Everyone looked great. Then, we boarded the bus.
Wow. Fancy bus.
The VIP bus was quite large, although it didn't take size for Dan and I to amuse ourselves with the interior phone system.
For all the luxury we traveled in, the relatively short amount of time it took to make the actual trip was almost a dissapointment. Oh well, it was on to bigger and better things. Steph and I cleverly repositioned ourselves in the mobile waiting area (we cut in line) and thus got our pictures taken pretty quickly. Then we went inside the dining room, and I have to say that I was impressed. The food stations were impressive, the view from outside was impressive, the sunset to be viewed was impressive. Everything was impressive. I enjoyed being outside the most, but surprisingly I was coaxed into dancing repeatedly. Yeah, you heard me. AND we did the Time Warp, because I wanted to. Nyah.
Pawel provided the Yin and Yang of my evening. He managed to get me dancing (badly) to some (shitty) music, but then he beamed me in the EYE with an ice cube. That shit hurts, man. Then, he slapped me in the face during a dance because it fit the song, and of course elboed me in the jaw during a techno beat. Lanky bastard. Watch your arms, and stop throwing things!
Of course, both of us are quite used to hurting each other, so the injuries were shrugged off and became comical in a split second. There was more important things to worry about, like food. The food was really good. I had beef, pasta, and the mother of all salads. Then I drank some really bad tea. It was bad because I made it too strong, but I drank it anyway. Yeah . . . I'm stupid. At least I'm not stupid and wasteful.
So . . .
The food was good,
The dancing was fun,
The injuries were minor,
and I saw Sam.
I give the evening a ten.
Then we drove home, and I fell asleep on the bus. Someone braided my hair, or something, and Jenny whined and complained a lot. She apparently hates me. (Apathetic shrug) I got home at about 2, fell asleep, and woke up at noon today, worn out by all that sleeping. I saw Mike when I brought back my tux. I bought a coffee. I updated my blog. That's been my day.
Current Mood: *Yawn*
Current Music: I don't have the energy to press "play."
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First, I got up late. I didn't have to go to school that day. That was nice. I slept nice and late into the afternoon, up until that point where your body feels so exhausted from all the sleeping you've been doing that you consider taking a quick nap to catch up. You know what I mean. Anyway, after I finally got up and ate a bagel for breakfast (with the cream cream cheesy creamy), I was ready to make my rounds. I picked up Steph's corsage and my tux, and then went home to play video games.
So far, a very demanding day.
Then I shaved and took a shower, put the tux on, and I was off.
Then I got lost. I do that, ok? It's just what I do. I get lost.
When I finally did find the house of Jess, I was greeted by . . . Sammy Cordova? Yes, little Sam Sugrue was waiting for me, hanging around because he had nothing better to do. Poor little guy. Would it have killed one of you senior girls to ask him? Huh? HUH?
So Sam decided to hang around for a while and entertain everything in sight while we took pictures and such, bla bla bla. Everyone looked great. Then, we boarded the bus.
Wow. Fancy bus.
The VIP bus was quite large, although it didn't take size for Dan and I to amuse ourselves with the interior phone system.
For all the luxury we traveled in, the relatively short amount of time it took to make the actual trip was almost a dissapointment. Oh well, it was on to bigger and better things. Steph and I cleverly repositioned ourselves in the mobile waiting area (we cut in line) and thus got our pictures taken pretty quickly. Then we went inside the dining room, and I have to say that I was impressed. The food stations were impressive, the view from outside was impressive, the sunset to be viewed was impressive. Everything was impressive. I enjoyed being outside the most, but surprisingly I was coaxed into dancing repeatedly. Yeah, you heard me. AND we did the Time Warp, because I wanted to. Nyah.
Pawel provided the Yin and Yang of my evening. He managed to get me dancing (badly) to some (shitty) music, but then he beamed me in the EYE with an ice cube. That shit hurts, man. Then, he slapped me in the face during a dance because it fit the song, and of course elboed me in the jaw during a techno beat. Lanky bastard. Watch your arms, and stop throwing things!
Of course, both of us are quite used to hurting each other, so the injuries were shrugged off and became comical in a split second. There was more important things to worry about, like food. The food was really good. I had beef, pasta, and the mother of all salads. Then I drank some really bad tea. It was bad because I made it too strong, but I drank it anyway. Yeah . . . I'm stupid. At least I'm not stupid and wasteful.
So . . .
The food was good,
The dancing was fun,
The injuries were minor,
and I saw Sam.
I give the evening a ten.
Then we drove home, and I fell asleep on the bus. Someone braided my hair, or something, and Jenny whined and complained a lot. She apparently hates me. (Apathetic shrug) I got home at about 2, fell asleep, and woke up at noon today, worn out by all that sleeping. I saw Mike when I brought back my tux. I bought a coffee. I updated my blog. That's been my day.
Current Mood: *Yawn*
Current Music: I don't have the energy to press "play."
Ok, updates are on the way. I'm so incredibly wiped-out from the prom (despite sleeping until noon) that I just can't bring myself to hack out more writing than I'm doing here.
So, this is what you can expect tonight . . . or tommorow, if I'm really freaking lazy:
1)A full article on the prom and why it was awesome.
2)Some snazzy new pictures
3)A new batch of crazy and completely random slogans for the Ninja Pirate Inc. logo up there.
After that, I was considering starting my own poorly-drawn weekly comic strip. Whether it'll actually have regular updating I can't say; I have to create while the inspiration is there.
Well, I lack the initiative to continue with this entry.
Current Mo . . .
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So, this is what you can expect tonight . . . or tommorow, if I'm really freaking lazy:
1)A full article on the prom and why it was awesome.
2)Some snazzy new pictures
3)A new batch of crazy and completely random slogans for the Ninja Pirate Inc. logo up there.
After that, I was considering starting my own poorly-drawn weekly comic strip. Whether it'll actually have regular updating I can't say; I have to create while the inspiration is there.
Well, I lack the initiative to continue with this entry.
Current Mo . . .
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Saw Shrek II with my Mom today, great movie. I definitely like the messages in the Shrek movies. Enough about that.
I ask prayers today. A very special little girl is no longer with us. Pray that she has found her peace and pray for those that love her. Thank you.
Current Mood: Somber.
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I ask prayers today. A very special little girl is no longer with us. Pray that she has found her peace and pray for those that love her. Thank you.
Current Mood: Somber.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Read my newest post below.
Some posts, as well as comments, have been removed. I'm sorry if this seems hypocritical. I'm radically against censorship, but some things must be put in the proper place. You don't put porn in an elementary school, and you don't turn a journal/writing collection/art collection into a warzone.
The comment option is a very recent addition to my blog, placed so I could receive feedback on my work. It is not a message board, not a rant space, not anything but a place for a quick suggestion/complaint/comment. It's still on my space and runs by my rules.
I made a mistake in the information in one of my posts, and I reacted hastilly. However, many of the opinions found there are still mine, regardless of the validity of the claim I reacted to. I will support them, they are my opinions. If you do not agree with them, then do not. I will not have my space filled with attacks and counter-points because you disagree with me. It's how I feel, cope or leave.
I will also not have people who make unpopular remarks disgraced and mocked in the comments section. This brings shame to everyone involved and further cheapens this site. Please, free expression based on a level of mutual respect. I would not like to eliminate the comment section entirely because of misuse. I like having you read my blog, and I need you to add the meaning I take from posting on it. However, please remember that this is a home for my thoughts, and you are a guest here. Please respect my wishes.
Thank you.
-The management, Ninja-Pirate Inc.
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Some posts, as well as comments, have been removed. I'm sorry if this seems hypocritical. I'm radically against censorship, but some things must be put in the proper place. You don't put porn in an elementary school, and you don't turn a journal/writing collection/art collection into a warzone.
The comment option is a very recent addition to my blog, placed so I could receive feedback on my work. It is not a message board, not a rant space, not anything but a place for a quick suggestion/complaint/comment. It's still on my space and runs by my rules.
I made a mistake in the information in one of my posts, and I reacted hastilly. However, many of the opinions found there are still mine, regardless of the validity of the claim I reacted to. I will support them, they are my opinions. If you do not agree with them, then do not. I will not have my space filled with attacks and counter-points because you disagree with me. It's how I feel, cope or leave.
I will also not have people who make unpopular remarks disgraced and mocked in the comments section. This brings shame to everyone involved and further cheapens this site. Please, free expression based on a level of mutual respect. I would not like to eliminate the comment section entirely because of misuse. I like having you read my blog, and I need you to add the meaning I take from posting on it. However, please remember that this is a home for my thoughts, and you are a guest here. Please respect my wishes.
Thank you.
-The management, Ninja-Pirate Inc.
I'm putting this blog back on track immediately. Since it came up in my argument, I'd like to post (possibly re-post, if you check the old archives) my 9-11 poem.
Souls of Glass and Steel.
A poem by Anthony Celi
Sun rises: Status quo
Slight feeling of impending woe.
Life continues, through the morn,
‘Till security’s fabric open torn.
First shock, then aimless rage and fear,
Feeling that the end is near.
Bodies in free-fall on the evening news,
War between the Arabs and Jews.
And for a moment, a feeling spreads wide,
A swelling of our nation’s pride.
Singing “My Country ‘tis of thee,”
Suddenly fighting to be free.
We take to heart the lessons learned
Remembrance of the towers, burned.
And for a time, the people change.
But has time served to all derange?
People return to selfish desire,
Their greed not consumed by September’s fire.
Once again, they are self involved,
Their problems seemingly all resolved.
And the President, what did he fix?
True caring consumed by politics.
And no longer does the nation sing…
What has man learned? Not a thing.
That was a poem I wrote in the wake of Sept. 11. It was published in a newspaper in Florida by Grandmother, and then more recently in Hello Holyoke. I saved it and used it for an AP History assignment Junior year. It was well received by that time, as the things I had noticed within the first month following the tragedy had only increased in their noticibility by the time of the assignment, around a year later. When it was first written, I had to include a four line qualifier that alters the meaning of the poem to make it more optimistic. Kind of a "but wait!" sort of thing. Later I decided that it cheapened the poem and I should write with some integrity, so I dropped it.
Current Mood: Weary.
Current Music: Car go meep meep.
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Souls of Glass and Steel.
A poem by Anthony Celi
Sun rises: Status quo
Slight feeling of impending woe.
Life continues, through the morn,
‘Till security’s fabric open torn.
First shock, then aimless rage and fear,
Feeling that the end is near.
Bodies in free-fall on the evening news,
War between the Arabs and Jews.
And for a moment, a feeling spreads wide,
A swelling of our nation’s pride.
Singing “My Country ‘tis of thee,”
Suddenly fighting to be free.
We take to heart the lessons learned
Remembrance of the towers, burned.
And for a time, the people change.
But has time served to all derange?
People return to selfish desire,
Their greed not consumed by September’s fire.
Once again, they are self involved,
Their problems seemingly all resolved.
And the President, what did he fix?
True caring consumed by politics.
And no longer does the nation sing…
What has man learned? Not a thing.
That was a poem I wrote in the wake of Sept. 11. It was published in a newspaper in Florida by Grandmother, and then more recently in Hello Holyoke. I saved it and used it for an AP History assignment Junior year. It was well received by that time, as the things I had noticed within the first month following the tragedy had only increased in their noticibility by the time of the assignment, around a year later. When it was first written, I had to include a four line qualifier that alters the meaning of the poem to make it more optimistic. Kind of a "but wait!" sort of thing. Later I decided that it cheapened the poem and I should write with some integrity, so I dropped it.
Current Mood: Weary.
Current Music: Car go meep meep.
Monday, May 24, 2004
Read and weep.
Everyone that voted for Bush can kiss my ass once again. Fuck you, Fuck Bush, Fuck America. Yeah, that's right, Fuck America.
Reinstating the draft for a war that should not be going on. Pawel says that college students are no longer exempt. We'll see what develops. Apparently, skipping off to Canada isn't a viable option either. Quite ironic, considering Bush's early military service.
Why the extra "O?" It would sound too arabic if I didn't stick it in, and that's likely and excuse to violate my rights.
I write this because I can, because that right has not yet been taken from me, and it never will. Draft or no draft, I will fight in no war. I will rot in a jail cell or die sooner, proudly. I am proud to oppose tyranny.
Does that sound familiar? It should. It's along the lines of the message of the Declaration of Independence. As I recall, independence is synonomous with freedom, what this country is based on.
Ashamed to be an American.
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Everyone that voted for Bush can kiss my ass once again. Fuck you, Fuck Bush, Fuck America. Yeah, that's right, Fuck America.
Reinstating the draft for a war that should not be going on. Pawel says that college students are no longer exempt. We'll see what develops. Apparently, skipping off to Canada isn't a viable option either. Quite ironic, considering Bush's early military service.
Why the extra "O?" It would sound too arabic if I didn't stick it in, and that's likely and excuse to violate my rights.
I write this because I can, because that right has not yet been taken from me, and it never will. Draft or no draft, I will fight in no war. I will rot in a jail cell or die sooner, proudly. I am proud to oppose tyranny.
Does that sound familiar? It should. It's along the lines of the message of the Declaration of Independence. As I recall, independence is synonomous with freedom, what this country is based on.
Ashamed to be an American.
Ok, my tech problem seems to be temporary after all, so I'll just go ahead and keep on trucking.
So, the other day I went shoe shopping. Nothing incredibly exciting there, but a problem soon arose. The problem was that my mom and I were hungry. It was lunch time, and so this problem was not particularly exciting either. The next problem, slightly more exciting, was that together we had about $7.50 to spend. Ah.
So here, at last, was conflict.
The only place nearby that we could eat at for $7.50 was, of course, Burger King.
Dun, Dun, Dun!
The first thing that irritated me was the sizes on the menu. "Medium, Large, and KING." What the fuck is that? Isn't medium usually regarded as being BETWEEN two equal measures? Even if you count the kid's meal size, which I don't because it isn't on the sign, you have four sizes; no place for a medium.
I can understand if one of the employees, trying to make an honest buck, doesn't quite grasp all the intricacies of the English language, but the fat, rich, white SOBs that made the fucking sign in the first place? Come on! "Trendy shit" marketing does not excuse poor judgement and perversion of our language and measurement systems. Burger King just joined McDonalds on my hitlist.
So then when we actually get the food (haphazardly thrown at us by Maria Lahatesherjob), I face the harsh realization that I have to eat it. Mmm, spongy shit patty. It ALMOST tastes like a real burger, and it's ALMOST big enough to chew. The only saving grace of the meal was that the fries didn't suck (no ketchup packets, though. Thanks, bitch) and the Sprite was actually Sprite. Oh, wait a minute. I didn't want Sprite. Well, too bad, because this joint only has three soda's: Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, and Sprite. My orange sodie is forsaken.
There is only one way to make a burger, and it involves REAL beef and a grill. Fast food sucks. I don't give a flying fuck about health reasons, it just tastes like shit.
On occaision, Taco Bell is cool, but the real shit is still better.
I'm off to fire up the grill.
Current Mood: Insane.
Current Music: Voices.
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So, the other day I went shoe shopping. Nothing incredibly exciting there, but a problem soon arose. The problem was that my mom and I were hungry. It was lunch time, and so this problem was not particularly exciting either. The next problem, slightly more exciting, was that together we had about $7.50 to spend. Ah.
So here, at last, was conflict.
The only place nearby that we could eat at for $7.50 was, of course, Burger King.
Dun, Dun, Dun!
The first thing that irritated me was the sizes on the menu. "Medium, Large, and KING." What the fuck is that? Isn't medium usually regarded as being BETWEEN two equal measures? Even if you count the kid's meal size, which I don't because it isn't on the sign, you have four sizes; no place for a medium.
I can understand if one of the employees, trying to make an honest buck, doesn't quite grasp all the intricacies of the English language, but the fat, rich, white SOBs that made the fucking sign in the first place? Come on! "Trendy shit" marketing does not excuse poor judgement and perversion of our language and measurement systems. Burger King just joined McDonalds on my hitlist.
So then when we actually get the food (haphazardly thrown at us by Maria Lahatesherjob), I face the harsh realization that I have to eat it. Mmm, spongy shit patty. It ALMOST tastes like a real burger, and it's ALMOST big enough to chew. The only saving grace of the meal was that the fries didn't suck (no ketchup packets, though. Thanks, bitch) and the Sprite was actually Sprite. Oh, wait a minute. I didn't want Sprite. Well, too bad, because this joint only has three soda's: Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, and Sprite. My orange sodie is forsaken.
There is only one way to make a burger, and it involves REAL beef and a grill. Fast food sucks. I don't give a flying fuck about health reasons, it just tastes like shit.
On occaision, Taco Bell is cool, but the real shit is still better.
I'm off to fire up the grill.
Current Mood: Insane.
Current Music: Voices.
Wow . . . oddly enough, the problem fixed itself. I'm stunned. Awesome.
I guess . . . I'll be updating later tonight . . .
. . . wow.
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I guess . . . I'll be updating later tonight . . .
. . . wow.
Sunday, May 23, 2004
The Blog of Zeon is experiencing technical . . . compliproblems. Please bear with us as we fix the problem by ignoring it and hoping all will be well in the morning. Failing that, we will be moving all images onto a new server. Always take the advice of strangers.
-The staff of Ninja-Pirate Inc.
Saturday, May 22, 2004
Man, did I ever over-sleep today. No wonder I've been sluggish lately, I must have been tired as hell! I woke up at about 11, nodded off again, and dragged my ass out of bed at 12. That is a new record for me, I must say.
I've gone from overly sentimental writing to way too informative writing, so now I'd like to move on directly to some completely silly writing. Yes, I'm breaking my usual rule of trying not to sound like Maddox. I just feel like having fun.
I am a ninja.
Seriously, I'm such a fucking ninja it scares me. I've got all of the mad ninja skills, all of the sweet ninja gear, even the official ninja paperwork I just made up. I mean, come on. How could anyone possibly even question my ninja-ness? You can't. Not if you want to keep breathing, anyway.
The sheer ninja-ness of my ninja nature completey ninjas your anti-ninja.
. . . ninja.
I can stick playing cards into walls and cielings with my crazy, culturally-confused powers. Don't believe me? I have witnesses. I had witnesses of my killing powers, but I had to kill them. Otherwise, you'd know. Then, I'd kill you.
Seriously, I am the uber ninja. You're in my death-gaze, so say goodbye.
Alright, that's enought nonsense for now. Wasn't that fun, kids? I have to pull out a steak for dinner and start cleaning my room. Later.
Current Mood: Dazed. No, I'm not on drugs.
Current Music: The Who. The "Tommy" album, specifically. Shocked I'm actually listening to music? Coincidence, but this is one of my all-time favorites. I advise anyone who hasn't to check it out. Bug me enough and I'll burn you a copy.
The work is brilliant. I use this album as clinching proof that a certain member of the band is indeed quite innocent of child pornography charges. There's some powerful messages in some powerful music here, and I stongly suggest it to you people, with your shitty modern music. You don't know what music is.
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I've gone from overly sentimental writing to way too informative writing, so now I'd like to move on directly to some completely silly writing. Yes, I'm breaking my usual rule of trying not to sound like Maddox. I just feel like having fun.
I am a ninja.
Seriously, I'm such a fucking ninja it scares me. I've got all of the mad ninja skills, all of the sweet ninja gear, even the official ninja paperwork I just made up. I mean, come on. How could anyone possibly even question my ninja-ness? You can't. Not if you want to keep breathing, anyway.
The sheer ninja-ness of my ninja nature completey ninjas your anti-ninja.
. . . ninja.
I can stick playing cards into walls and cielings with my crazy, culturally-confused powers. Don't believe me? I have witnesses. I had witnesses of my killing powers, but I had to kill them. Otherwise, you'd know. Then, I'd kill you.
Seriously, I am the uber ninja. You're in my death-gaze, so say goodbye.
Alright, that's enought nonsense for now. Wasn't that fun, kids? I have to pull out a steak for dinner and start cleaning my room. Later.
Current Mood: Dazed. No, I'm not on drugs.
Current Music: The Who. The "Tommy" album, specifically. Shocked I'm actually listening to music? Coincidence, but this is one of my all-time favorites. I advise anyone who hasn't to check it out. Bug me enough and I'll burn you a copy.
The work is brilliant. I use this album as clinching proof that a certain member of the band is indeed quite innocent of child pornography charges. There's some powerful messages in some powerful music here, and I stongly suggest it to you people, with your shitty modern music. You don't know what music is.
Friday, May 21, 2004
Quite an emotional day today, I must say. For just that reason, I've decided a silly update is in order. So here's your random shit:
There used to be a time when you could make a lot of money by finding some way to make tofu taste like beef. Now, you could make a lot of money by finding a way to make beef taste like potatoes; just slice 'em thin and sell 'em as "Atkins Chips." Fucking Atkins. Eat a bagel.
A silly concept:
You know how some companies have really clever names? Why not have a company that makes up silly and witty names for other companies? Sure, you THINK your marketing team can handle it, but you know full well that you hired a load of uncreative garbage. Call our company, it's called . . . it's called . . . ok, we've got nothing.
This is a survey from Merr's blog, that she let me steal. I filled it out according to my specs.
You
What is your full name:: Anthony Robert Celi
Spell your first name backwards:: Ynohtna . . . well, that was stupid.
Date of birth:: 6-9-86
Male or female:: male
Astrological sign:: gemini
Nicknames:: Tony, Eli, Masa
Occupation:: Jack of all trades
Height:: Uhhhhh . . . 5'7" ish?
Weight:: Uhhhh . . . less than 300 lbs and over 100 lbs, I think.
Hair color:: Dark brown
Eye color:: Brown
Where were you born:: A hospital
Where do you reside now:: South Hadley . . . in a house
Age:: 17
Screen names:: FallenAngelZeon, DarkMagicianZeon, KingofGamesYGO, SSJLetto, SSJHermes, HitokiriEli, WanderingEli, Battousai86, BountyHunterZeon ,DeadWandererSoul
E-mail addy:: letto@gundamwing.net
What does your screen name stand for:: HAIL ZEON, FUCKERS!
What is your greatestjournal name:: Zeon
Pets:: Dead. They stop being pets at that point, sicko.
Number of candles you blew out on your last birthday cake:: Damned if I know.
Piercings:: Eww.
Tattoo's:: Eww.
Shoe size:: 9 1/2
Righty or lefty:: righty
Wearing:: Boxers and a tee shirt
Hearing:: Humming of my laptop
Feeling:: The keys
Eating/drinking:: your soul.
Guys/Girls/Love/Kissing/And Other Stuff
Have you ever been in love:: Oh, yeah.
How many people have you said: Thousands.
How many people have you been in REAL love with:: I do not differentiate. Love is love, you society-warped, over-possesive tool.
How many people have you kissed:: 1
Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex:: Not really
How many people have you dated:: 0
What do you look for in a guy/girl:: personality, will power, intelligence, character.
What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex:: They're talking to me!
What type of guy/girl do you usually go for:: Living ones.
Do you have a crush right now:: Prolly.
If so who is it:: You, my little surveyor of love.
Do you believe in love at first sight:: Fuck your movies.
Do you remember your first love:: Yep.
Who is the first person you kissed:: My mother, moron.
Do you believe in fate:: No.
Do you believe in soul mates:: Yeah.
If so do you believe you'll ever find yours:: Nope.
Family Stuff
How many siblings do you have:: 1 Half-sister.
What are your siblings names:: Christina
What are your parents names:: Linda and Bob
How many siblings does your mother have:: 3 Sisters . . . or is it four?
How many siblings does your father have:: 3 brothers . . . 1 of which we talk about.
Where are your parents from:: Holyoke
Is your family close:: The living members . . . kind of. Immediate family, yes.
Does your family get together for holidays:: Hells yeah.
Do you have a drunk uncle:: HELLS YEAH! 3!
Any medical problems run through your family:: Cancer
Does someone in your family wear a toupee:: Ha!
Do you have any nieces or nephews:: One Nephew. TRENT!
Are your parents divorced:: Nope.
Do you have step parents:: Nope.
Has your family ever disowned another member of your family:: Yep.
Did some of your family come to America from another country:: Italy
Music Stuff
What song do you swear was written about you or your life:: "Tony" written by me.
What's the most embarrassing cd you own:: Weird Al.
What's the best cd you own:: "Classic Queen"
What song do you absolutely hate:: Turn on MTV and pick one.
Do you sing in the shower:: . . . maybe.
What song reminds you of that special someone:: Jamie's got a gun.
Favorites
Color:: black
Food:: Italian or mexican
Song:: American Pie
Show:: South Park's up there.
School subject:: Lit Ex, English
Band/singer/artist:: Queen forever! Beatles, The Who.
Animal:: The cow. Mmmmm.
Outfit:: What I'm wearing.
Radio station:: No idea.
Movie:: Cannibal! The musical.
Pair of shoes:: . . . My Arizonas
Cartoon:: Family Guy kicks ass.
Actor:: Anthony Hopkins and Jack Nicholson
Actress:: The cute anorexic one. You know.
Potato chip:: Sour cream and onion
Drink:: Bawls, Cream Soda, Wine.
Holiday:: Easter, for some reason.
Perfume/cologne:: Whatever I wear.
Pizza topping:: Margherita
Jello flavor:: It's all good.
Lunch meat:: Mortadella
Card Game:: Pitch is fun. Throwing the cards is more fun.
Video game:: CHRONO TRIGGER!
Website:: illwillpress.com homestarrunner.com fallenangelzeon.blogspot.com ;-)
Book:: Anthem
Computer game:: . . . CHRONO TRIGGER! EMULATOR COUNTS!
Number:: 42
Cereal:: The one with the little boy on it, with sticks, and $200 . . . and the hand grenade . . .
Comedian:: George Carlin
Dessert:: Strawberry Rhubarb Pie
Disney character:: Fuck Disney. . . . Pooh, I guess.
Clothing store:: I buy generic, because I don't pay other people to advertise their shit.
Past time:: Writing stupid shit like this.
Teacher:: Sr. Marlene
Childhood toy:: Crash Dummies
Carnival game/ride:: The spinny one.
Candy bar:: Skybar's good.
Magazine:: Marvel comics
Salad dressing:: Ranch or Italian
Thing to do on the weekend:: Eat babies . . . I mean . . . eat babies.
Hot drink:: Green tea
Season:: Autumn
Sport to watch:: I dislike watching sports.
Person to talk to online:: Marvin the paranoid android.
Your Bedroom/Sleeping Habits :: Sleep is for the weak.
What color are your sheets:: Are you suggesting I don't change my sheets?
What color are your bedroom walls:: Green
Do you have posters on your wall:: Hells yes.
If so of what:: Lithos and wallscrolls
Do you have a tv in your bedroom:: yep
How many pillows are on your bed:: 2
What do you normally sleep in:: PJs or boxers.
Describe your favorite pair of pajamas:: Umm . . . cotton.
What size bed do you have:: Uhh . . . two people size?
Do you have a waterbed/bunkbed/daybed:: No
Do you have your own phone line in your bedroom:: Nope
Describe the last nightmare you had:: I . . . don't have dreams. Sometimes I fall in my sleep.
Do you sleep with stuffed animals:: . . . Who told you?!?
How many people can comfortably sleep comfortably in your bed:: One. I kick.
Any unusual sleeping positions:: . . . fetal
Do you have to share your bedroom with a sibling:: No
Do you snore:: No
How about drool:: No
Do you have an alarm clock in your room:: Yes
What color is the carpet in your room:: Gray/blue
What's under your bed:: Gun ;-)
This or that
loser/wannabe:: SUPERIOR
Doughnuts/bagels:: Bagel
Day/night:: Night
Wicked witch of the east/wicked witch of the west:: Shut the fuck up.
Heaven/hell:: Nirvana, slut.
Make love/have sex:: No thanks, you horny bastard.
Coffee/tea:: Tea
Hamburgers/hotdogs:: Burger
Rap/rock:: ROCK. RAP IS EVIL!
Britney/Christina:: What? Shut the fuck up.
Swiss cheese/american cheese:: Provologne, moron.
Real World/Road Rules:: Shut the fuck up. Now.
Backstreet Boys/*Nsync:: I said, Now. I'm getting the sword.
Silver/gold:: Silver
Nike/Adidas:: Arizona.
McDonalds/Taco Bell:: Taco Bell
Sweet/sour:: Both, for such is life.
Punk/emo:: Shut it.
Hot/cold:: See sweet and sour
Winter/summer:: See hot and cold
Spring/fall:: Fall.
Operas/plays:: Plays
Read/watch tv:: Read
Cd's/tapes:: CDs
Dvd's/vhs:: DVDs
Old/new:: Old
Shorts/skirts:: Shorts?
Pink/red:: Wha?
Colored pictures/black and white photos:: Depends.
Meat/vegetables:: BEEF. NOW.
Mexican food/chinese food:: BOTH! Taco Egg Roll!
Commercials/infomercials:: *click*
Scary movies/comedies:: Scary movies are comedies.
Bikinis/one piece bathing suits:: For me, or to look at?
Sandals/tennis shoes:: Sandals
Dogs/cats:: Dogs
Unicorns/fairies:: Fairies?
Water/land:: Tough . . . land.
Sugar/spice:: Such is life, bla, bla, bla.
Black/white:: Yin and Yang
ribbons/bows:: What ARE you implying?
Chicken/beef:: BEEF
Colored christmas lights/regular white christmas lights:: They both look stupid when you leave them up past July.
Cars/trucks:: Bicycle.
Austin Powers/James Bond:: Bond, James Bond.
Popcorn/pretzels:: Pretzels.
Hip/hop:: Shut up.
Passionate kiss/peck:: Odd comparison.
WWE wrestling/ real wrestling:: Eat the flesh of babies, you say?
Back rub/foot massage:: . . . Back rub = pain.
Picture frames/photo albums:: Albums.
Pens/pencils:: Pencils.
What Is Your Opinion Of The Following
Eminem:: Fuckron. No talent. Should be shot for ripping Aerosmith.
Virgins:: Am one.
God:: What's there to have an opinion about? It's God.
The Osbournes:: Shut up.
Reality TV:: Let's video tape your castration.
J.Lo:: Pick a fucking name and stick to it.
Religion:: Useful to 1/10 of those that use it.
Emo music:: What the fuck is Emo, and why do I want to kick it in the throat?
Valentine's Day:: Stupid.
Christina Aguilera's comeback:: Such meaningless concepts make weary my soul.
Homosexuals:: God bless them.
Abortion:: Bad. Like war, it can be justified, but it is always bad.
Inter-racial relationships:: Great, good.
Murder:: Bad.
Death:: It's a part of the grand scheme, dude.
Obesity:: Stop suing McDonald's.
Pre-marital sex:: 'tis not the sacrament, 'tis the bond..
Terrorism:: Bad.
Pornography:: well . . . it supports the economy . . . immensely.
Fortune Tellers:: Hoax.
Prostitution:: Regrettable.
Politics:: Fuck society.
Country music:: Varies.
George W. Bush:: Fuckron ^2
Cloning:: Unsettling
Britney's boobs:: Your asinine obsession with pop-culture references irritates me.
Gas prices in America:: High.
What Do You Think Of When You Hear These Common Names?...
Jack:: D'Capprio's ass hauling to the bottom of the sea. *glee*
Tiffany:: Breakfast
Ben:: Reilly.
Maria:: Spanish soap opera
Jennifer:: The Murray
Nicole:: Shotgun
Amy:: . . .
Adam:: Hebert
Richard:: HCHSFTCT
Arnold:: Predator
Tom:: Robot
Melissa:: Cool name.
Charlotte:: Web
Harold:: Bloom
John:: Smith
Joel:: Noel
Vanessa:: Sweet name
Michelle:: Satan
Kevin:: Fag
Brent:: Cousin
Jake:: The Sodomizer
Billy:: Ashton
Sarah:: Leary
Natalie:: Oh my goodness.
Christy:: Meh
Nick:: Abert
Linda:: My Mom
Taylor:: Golf Clubs
Jordan:: Jake's brother
Jamie:: Meh
Adrian:: Stallone
Have You Ever....
Mooned anyone:: No
Been on a diet:: Yes
Been to a foreign country:: Yes
Broken a bone:: Many
Swallowed a tooth/cap/filling:: Yes
Swear at a teacher:: Yeah
Got in a fight:: Yeah
Dated a teacher:: No
Laughed so hard you peed your pants:: No
Thought about killing your enemy:: Yeah, but it passed.
Gone skinny dipping:: Nope
Told a little white lie:: Yeah
Told a secret you swore not to tell:: No
Stolen anything:: YEP!
Misused a swear word and it sounded absolutely stupid:: It's what I do best.
Been on TV:: Yeah
Been on the radio:: No
Been in a mosh pit:: Nope
Been to a concert:: Yeah
Dated one of your best friends:: Nah
Loved someone so much it makes you cry:: . . .
Deceived somebody close to you:: No
Broken the law:: Many times
Been to a rodeo:: No
Been on a talk show:: No
Been on a game show:: Yes
Been on an airplane:: Yeah
Got to ride on a firetruck:: No
Came close to dying:: Yeah. Twice.
Cheated on a bf/gf:: Nope.
Gave someone a piggy back ride:: Yes!
Terrorized a babysitter:: No.
Made a mud pie:: What?
Had a dream that you're falling off a cliff:: Never saw what I feel from.
Snuck out of the house at night:: On accident . . . Rocky Horror!
Been so drunk you don't remember:: Well, if you put it that way, maybe.
Felt like you didn't belong:: Yeah
Felt like the 3rd wheel:: Yeah
Smoked:: No
Done drugs:: No
Been arrested:: No
Had your tonsils removed:: No
Gone to camp:: Yep!
Won a bet:: Yep!
Written a love letter:: No
Gone out of your way to be with the one you love:: . . .
Written a love poem:: Yes
Kissed in the rain:: No
Slow danced with someone you love:: . . .
Participated in an orgy:: Whoa!
Faked an orgasm:: Can guys do that?
Stolen a kiss:: Stolen? What? Muahaha, I shall never return it!
Asked a friend for relationship advice:: Yeah
Had a friend steal your bf/gf:: What? Why so much love-theft?
Watched the sunset/rise with someone you love:: No
Gotten a speeding ticket:: Not yet
Done jail time:: Did you ask this already?
Had to wear a uniform to work:: Work? PFFFT.
Won a trophy:: Yes
Thrown up in public:: No
Bowled a perfect game:: No
Failed/got held back:: No
Got perfect attendance in grade school:: No
Roasted pumpkin seeds:: No
Taken ballet/karate lessons:: Karate
Attempted suicide:: Yes.
Cut yourself:: Routinely, on accident.
Child Stuff
Did you play with Barbies/G.I. Joes:: Plastic soldiers
Did you own Treasure Trolls:: . . . one.
Did you watch Beverly Hills 90210:: What?
Did you play Simon Says:: Yeah
Did you watch Fraggle Rock:: Yes. :D
Did you wet the bed:: Not once.
Did you believe there were monsters in your closet or under your bed:: Yeah
Did you wear the underwear with the days of the week on them:: No
Were you shy:: Yes
Were you spoiled:: tee hee
Were you abused:: Never
Did you go to the circus:: Twice
Did you go to the zoo:: Yes
Were you in a car accident:: No
Did you build snowmen:: Yeah
Did you cry when you scraped your knee:: No
Were your older cousins mean to you:: No
Did you think slinkies were cool:: Fuck yeah
Did you think the Ninja Turtles really lived in the sewer:: No
Were you afraid of the dark:: . . . yes, actually.
Did you have slumber parties:: Yep
Did you have New Kids on the Block sheets, pillows, pajamas, sleeping bag?: No
Did you tease your hair out like Tiffany:: Sure I did.
Did you believe in the Easter Bunny/Santa Claus/ and the Tooth Fairy:: Yeah
Randomness
Do you believe in aliens:: I believe in possibilities
Name three things that are next to your computer:: TV, Backpack, Me
Do you have any hidden talents:: They all are.
Do you wish MTV would play music videos:: I wish MTV would die.
If you were to star in a movie, what kind of movie would it be:: A damn good one
What would your movie star name be:: Tony fucking Celi, moron.
Do you play any sports:: No
What's the scariest movie you've ever seen:: None are.
What is the best movie you've seen in the theater or rented recently:: The Passion of the Christ
What is the dumbest movie you've ever seen:: UNDERWORLD
Do you drive:: Yes
What is your dream car:: A BMW that runs on dreams.
Do you think your good looking:: It's "you're," you moron. No, I don't.
Do others think you are good looking:: They lie.
Would you ever sky dive:: If my plane exploded.
Do you believe in Bigfoot:: Mrs. Rush?
How many rooms do you have in your house:: 10, I guess.
Are you afraid of roller coasters:: A little.
Do you believe in God:: Yes
Do you believe in Satan:: I believe in Satan as a concept.
Do you believe there is a heaven:: Yes, it is a state of being.
Do you believe there is a hell:: Yes, is is a state of being in HCHS.
Do you own a pooltable:: YEAH
Do you have a pool:: No
Do you have a dishwasher in your kitchen:: Yeah
Do you like chocolate:: Who doesn't?
Who/what is on your 2004 calendar:: Poorly-clad anime women. Thanks Pawel. ><
How many U.S. states have you been to:: Seven
Ever wished on a shooting star:: Always
Best Halloween costume you ever wore:: The one with the pistol.
Do you carry any weapons on you:: Every day.
What is your weakness:: A girl with a nice smile.
Name something you can't get enough of:: Your love, babe.
Describe yourself in 3 adjectives:: individual, true, free
How many kids do you want to have:: As many as come
Future daughters names:: What?
Future sons names:: Eli
What is your ideal way to die:: Slowly, fully aware.
How do you release stress:: Working on that. I write.
Do you consider yourself a trendy person:: Fuck trendy.
Are you an artisitic person:: Yes
Are you a realistic person?:: Nah
Do you un-tie your shoes every time you take them off:: Yes. Gotta preserve the AZs.
Are you a strong person:: Yes
Are you a strong willed person:: Yes
Who is the last person to e-mail you:: Frank, who wants me to have a bigger penis.
Who is the last person to IM you:: Steve
Do you hate chain e-mails:: No, they delete just fine.
Are you a deep sleeper:: Yes
Are you a good story teller:: I think so.
What do you believe is your best quality:: Whatever reflects back to me from you
What is your greatest accomplishment:: Finishing this fucking thing.
Do you like to burn candles or incense:: Candles
Do you have your own credit card:: No
Let's say you win the lotto. What do you do with all that money?:: Sword.
Do you have a check book:: No
Do you like your drivers licence:: Yeah
Do you tan easily:: Kinda
What color is your hair naturally:: Brown
How many fillings do you have:: None
How many cavities did you have at your last dentist visit:: None
Worst feeling in the world?: Hopeless
Best feeling in the world:: Hopeful
Is the glass half empty or half full:: Just drink your fucking scotch.
Last thing you downloaded:: Foamy rant
Do you catch yourself using online terms in your real life?:: I don't use "online terms" online. I prefer to salvage the English language. Rofl.
What do you think people think of you:: I fear the worst.
Are you a likeable person:: I don't know.
Do you need therapy:: No.
Do you take medication for a chemical imbalance:: No
Do you love your bf/gf:: I don't have one.
If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge would they call it FED UP:: Is this a question or an opportunity for you pretend you're witty? Fucker.
When are you moving:: August . . .
What's your favorite phrase:: Sweet Sally Mckenzie.
Well, that's the end for now. I'll play around in paint.
Current Mood: . . . drained.
Current Music: None at all.
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There used to be a time when you could make a lot of money by finding some way to make tofu taste like beef. Now, you could make a lot of money by finding a way to make beef taste like potatoes; just slice 'em thin and sell 'em as "Atkins Chips." Fucking Atkins. Eat a bagel.
A silly concept:
You know how some companies have really clever names? Why not have a company that makes up silly and witty names for other companies? Sure, you THINK your marketing team can handle it, but you know full well that you hired a load of uncreative garbage. Call our company, it's called . . . it's called . . . ok, we've got nothing.
This is a survey from Merr's blog, that she let me steal. I filled it out according to my specs.
You
What is your full name:: Anthony Robert Celi
Spell your first name backwards:: Ynohtna . . . well, that was stupid.
Date of birth:: 6-9-86
Male or female:: male
Astrological sign:: gemini
Nicknames:: Tony, Eli, Masa
Occupation:: Jack of all trades
Height:: Uhhhhh . . . 5'7" ish?
Weight:: Uhhhh . . . less than 300 lbs and over 100 lbs, I think.
Hair color:: Dark brown
Eye color:: Brown
Where were you born:: A hospital
Where do you reside now:: South Hadley . . . in a house
Age:: 17
Screen names:: FallenAngelZeon, DarkMagicianZeon, KingofGamesYGO, SSJLetto, SSJHermes, HitokiriEli, WanderingEli, Battousai86, BountyHunterZeon ,DeadWandererSoul
E-mail addy:: letto@gundamwing.net
What does your screen name stand for:: HAIL ZEON, FUCKERS!
What is your greatestjournal name:: Zeon
Pets:: Dead. They stop being pets at that point, sicko.
Number of candles you blew out on your last birthday cake:: Damned if I know.
Piercings:: Eww.
Tattoo's:: Eww.
Shoe size:: 9 1/2
Righty or lefty:: righty
Wearing:: Boxers and a tee shirt
Hearing:: Humming of my laptop
Feeling:: The keys
Eating/drinking:: your soul.
Guys/Girls/Love/Kissing/And Other Stuff
Have you ever been in love:: Oh, yeah.
How many people have you said: Thousands.
How many people have you been in REAL love with:: I do not differentiate. Love is love, you society-warped, over-possesive tool.
How many people have you kissed:: 1
Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex:: Not really
How many people have you dated:: 0
What do you look for in a guy/girl:: personality, will power, intelligence, character.
What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex:: They're talking to me!
What type of guy/girl do you usually go for:: Living ones.
Do you have a crush right now:: Prolly.
If so who is it:: You, my little surveyor of love.
Do you believe in love at first sight:: Fuck your movies.
Do you remember your first love:: Yep.
Who is the first person you kissed:: My mother, moron.
Do you believe in fate:: No.
Do you believe in soul mates:: Yeah.
If so do you believe you'll ever find yours:: Nope.
Family Stuff
How many siblings do you have:: 1 Half-sister.
What are your siblings names:: Christina
What are your parents names:: Linda and Bob
How many siblings does your mother have:: 3 Sisters . . . or is it four?
How many siblings does your father have:: 3 brothers . . . 1 of which we talk about.
Where are your parents from:: Holyoke
Is your family close:: The living members . . . kind of. Immediate family, yes.
Does your family get together for holidays:: Hells yeah.
Do you have a drunk uncle:: HELLS YEAH! 3!
Any medical problems run through your family:: Cancer
Does someone in your family wear a toupee:: Ha!
Do you have any nieces or nephews:: One Nephew. TRENT!
Are your parents divorced:: Nope.
Do you have step parents:: Nope.
Has your family ever disowned another member of your family:: Yep.
Did some of your family come to America from another country:: Italy
Music Stuff
What song do you swear was written about you or your life:: "Tony" written by me.
What's the most embarrassing cd you own:: Weird Al.
What's the best cd you own:: "Classic Queen"
What song do you absolutely hate:: Turn on MTV and pick one.
Do you sing in the shower:: . . . maybe.
What song reminds you of that special someone:: Jamie's got a gun.
Favorites
Color:: black
Food:: Italian or mexican
Song:: American Pie
Show:: South Park's up there.
School subject:: Lit Ex, English
Band/singer/artist:: Queen forever! Beatles, The Who.
Animal:: The cow. Mmmmm.
Outfit:: What I'm wearing.
Radio station:: No idea.
Movie:: Cannibal! The musical.
Pair of shoes:: . . . My Arizonas
Cartoon:: Family Guy kicks ass.
Actor:: Anthony Hopkins and Jack Nicholson
Actress:: The cute anorexic one. You know.
Potato chip:: Sour cream and onion
Drink:: Bawls, Cream Soda, Wine.
Holiday:: Easter, for some reason.
Perfume/cologne:: Whatever I wear.
Pizza topping:: Margherita
Jello flavor:: It's all good.
Lunch meat:: Mortadella
Card Game:: Pitch is fun. Throwing the cards is more fun.
Video game:: CHRONO TRIGGER!
Website:: illwillpress.com homestarrunner.com fallenangelzeon.blogspot.com ;-)
Book:: Anthem
Computer game:: . . . CHRONO TRIGGER! EMULATOR COUNTS!
Number:: 42
Cereal:: The one with the little boy on it, with sticks, and $200 . . . and the hand grenade . . .
Comedian:: George Carlin
Dessert:: Strawberry Rhubarb Pie
Disney character:: Fuck Disney. . . . Pooh, I guess.
Clothing store:: I buy generic, because I don't pay other people to advertise their shit.
Past time:: Writing stupid shit like this.
Teacher:: Sr. Marlene
Childhood toy:: Crash Dummies
Carnival game/ride:: The spinny one.
Candy bar:: Skybar's good.
Magazine:: Marvel comics
Salad dressing:: Ranch or Italian
Thing to do on the weekend:: Eat babies . . . I mean . . . eat babies.
Hot drink:: Green tea
Season:: Autumn
Sport to watch:: I dislike watching sports.
Person to talk to online:: Marvin the paranoid android.
Your Bedroom/Sleeping Habits :: Sleep is for the weak.
What color are your sheets:: Are you suggesting I don't change my sheets?
What color are your bedroom walls:: Green
Do you have posters on your wall:: Hells yes.
If so of what:: Lithos and wallscrolls
Do you have a tv in your bedroom:: yep
How many pillows are on your bed:: 2
What do you normally sleep in:: PJs or boxers.
Describe your favorite pair of pajamas:: Umm . . . cotton.
What size bed do you have:: Uhh . . . two people size?
Do you have a waterbed/bunkbed/daybed:: No
Do you have your own phone line in your bedroom:: Nope
Describe the last nightmare you had:: I . . . don't have dreams. Sometimes I fall in my sleep.
Do you sleep with stuffed animals:: . . . Who told you?!?
How many people can comfortably sleep comfortably in your bed:: One. I kick.
Any unusual sleeping positions:: . . . fetal
Do you have to share your bedroom with a sibling:: No
Do you snore:: No
How about drool:: No
Do you have an alarm clock in your room:: Yes
What color is the carpet in your room:: Gray/blue
What's under your bed:: Gun ;-)
This or that
loser/wannabe:: SUPERIOR
Doughnuts/bagels:: Bagel
Day/night:: Night
Wicked witch of the east/wicked witch of the west:: Shut the fuck up.
Heaven/hell:: Nirvana, slut.
Make love/have sex:: No thanks, you horny bastard.
Coffee/tea:: Tea
Hamburgers/hotdogs:: Burger
Rap/rock:: ROCK. RAP IS EVIL!
Britney/Christina:: What? Shut the fuck up.
Swiss cheese/american cheese:: Provologne, moron.
Real World/Road Rules:: Shut the fuck up. Now.
Backstreet Boys/*Nsync:: I said, Now. I'm getting the sword.
Silver/gold:: Silver
Nike/Adidas:: Arizona.
McDonalds/Taco Bell:: Taco Bell
Sweet/sour:: Both, for such is life.
Punk/emo:: Shut it.
Hot/cold:: See sweet and sour
Winter/summer:: See hot and cold
Spring/fall:: Fall.
Operas/plays:: Plays
Read/watch tv:: Read
Cd's/tapes:: CDs
Dvd's/vhs:: DVDs
Old/new:: Old
Shorts/skirts:: Shorts?
Pink/red:: Wha?
Colored pictures/black and white photos:: Depends.
Meat/vegetables:: BEEF. NOW.
Mexican food/chinese food:: BOTH! Taco Egg Roll!
Commercials/infomercials:: *click*
Scary movies/comedies:: Scary movies are comedies.
Bikinis/one piece bathing suits:: For me, or to look at?
Sandals/tennis shoes:: Sandals
Dogs/cats:: Dogs
Unicorns/fairies:: Fairies?
Water/land:: Tough . . . land.
Sugar/spice:: Such is life, bla, bla, bla.
Black/white:: Yin and Yang
ribbons/bows:: What ARE you implying?
Chicken/beef:: BEEF
Colored christmas lights/regular white christmas lights:: They both look stupid when you leave them up past July.
Cars/trucks:: Bicycle.
Austin Powers/James Bond:: Bond, James Bond.
Popcorn/pretzels:: Pretzels.
Hip/hop:: Shut up.
Passionate kiss/peck:: Odd comparison.
WWE wrestling/ real wrestling:: Eat the flesh of babies, you say?
Back rub/foot massage:: . . . Back rub = pain.
Picture frames/photo albums:: Albums.
Pens/pencils:: Pencils.
What Is Your Opinion Of The Following
Eminem:: Fuckron. No talent. Should be shot for ripping Aerosmith.
Virgins:: Am one.
God:: What's there to have an opinion about? It's God.
The Osbournes:: Shut up.
Reality TV:: Let's video tape your castration.
J.Lo:: Pick a fucking name and stick to it.
Religion:: Useful to 1/10 of those that use it.
Emo music:: What the fuck is Emo, and why do I want to kick it in the throat?
Valentine's Day:: Stupid.
Christina Aguilera's comeback:: Such meaningless concepts make weary my soul.
Homosexuals:: God bless them.
Abortion:: Bad. Like war, it can be justified, but it is always bad.
Inter-racial relationships:: Great, good.
Murder:: Bad.
Death:: It's a part of the grand scheme, dude.
Obesity:: Stop suing McDonald's.
Pre-marital sex:: 'tis not the sacrament, 'tis the bond..
Terrorism:: Bad.
Pornography:: well . . . it supports the economy . . . immensely.
Fortune Tellers:: Hoax.
Prostitution:: Regrettable.
Politics:: Fuck society.
Country music:: Varies.
George W. Bush:: Fuckron ^2
Cloning:: Unsettling
Britney's boobs:: Your asinine obsession with pop-culture references irritates me.
Gas prices in America:: High.
What Do You Think Of When You Hear These Common Names?...
Jack:: D'Capprio's ass hauling to the bottom of the sea. *glee*
Tiffany:: Breakfast
Ben:: Reilly.
Maria:: Spanish soap opera
Jennifer:: The Murray
Nicole:: Shotgun
Amy:: . . .
Adam:: Hebert
Richard:: HCHSFTCT
Arnold:: Predator
Tom:: Robot
Melissa:: Cool name.
Charlotte:: Web
Harold:: Bloom
John:: Smith
Joel:: Noel
Vanessa:: Sweet name
Michelle:: Satan
Kevin:: Fag
Brent:: Cousin
Jake:: The Sodomizer
Billy:: Ashton
Sarah:: Leary
Natalie:: Oh my goodness.
Christy:: Meh
Nick:: Abert
Linda:: My Mom
Taylor:: Golf Clubs
Jordan:: Jake's brother
Jamie:: Meh
Adrian:: Stallone
Have You Ever....
Mooned anyone:: No
Been on a diet:: Yes
Been to a foreign country:: Yes
Broken a bone:: Many
Swallowed a tooth/cap/filling:: Yes
Swear at a teacher:: Yeah
Got in a fight:: Yeah
Dated a teacher:: No
Laughed so hard you peed your pants:: No
Thought about killing your enemy:: Yeah, but it passed.
Gone skinny dipping:: Nope
Told a little white lie:: Yeah
Told a secret you swore not to tell:: No
Stolen anything:: YEP!
Misused a swear word and it sounded absolutely stupid:: It's what I do best.
Been on TV:: Yeah
Been on the radio:: No
Been in a mosh pit:: Nope
Been to a concert:: Yeah
Dated one of your best friends:: Nah
Loved someone so much it makes you cry:: . . .
Deceived somebody close to you:: No
Broken the law:: Many times
Been to a rodeo:: No
Been on a talk show:: No
Been on a game show:: Yes
Been on an airplane:: Yeah
Got to ride on a firetruck:: No
Came close to dying:: Yeah. Twice.
Cheated on a bf/gf:: Nope.
Gave someone a piggy back ride:: Yes!
Terrorized a babysitter:: No.
Made a mud pie:: What?
Had a dream that you're falling off a cliff:: Never saw what I feel from.
Snuck out of the house at night:: On accident . . . Rocky Horror!
Been so drunk you don't remember:: Well, if you put it that way, maybe.
Felt like you didn't belong:: Yeah
Felt like the 3rd wheel:: Yeah
Smoked:: No
Done drugs:: No
Been arrested:: No
Had your tonsils removed:: No
Gone to camp:: Yep!
Won a bet:: Yep!
Written a love letter:: No
Gone out of your way to be with the one you love:: . . .
Written a love poem:: Yes
Kissed in the rain:: No
Slow danced with someone you love:: . . .
Participated in an orgy:: Whoa!
Faked an orgasm:: Can guys do that?
Stolen a kiss:: Stolen? What? Muahaha, I shall never return it!
Asked a friend for relationship advice:: Yeah
Had a friend steal your bf/gf:: What? Why so much love-theft?
Watched the sunset/rise with someone you love:: No
Gotten a speeding ticket:: Not yet
Done jail time:: Did you ask this already?
Had to wear a uniform to work:: Work? PFFFT.
Won a trophy:: Yes
Thrown up in public:: No
Bowled a perfect game:: No
Failed/got held back:: No
Got perfect attendance in grade school:: No
Roasted pumpkin seeds:: No
Taken ballet/karate lessons:: Karate
Attempted suicide:: Yes.
Cut yourself:: Routinely, on accident.
Child Stuff
Did you play with Barbies/G.I. Joes:: Plastic soldiers
Did you own Treasure Trolls:: . . . one.
Did you watch Beverly Hills 90210:: What?
Did you play Simon Says:: Yeah
Did you watch Fraggle Rock:: Yes. :D
Did you wet the bed:: Not once.
Did you believe there were monsters in your closet or under your bed:: Yeah
Did you wear the underwear with the days of the week on them:: No
Were you shy:: Yes
Were you spoiled:: tee hee
Were you abused:: Never
Did you go to the circus:: Twice
Did you go to the zoo:: Yes
Were you in a car accident:: No
Did you build snowmen:: Yeah
Did you cry when you scraped your knee:: No
Were your older cousins mean to you:: No
Did you think slinkies were cool:: Fuck yeah
Did you think the Ninja Turtles really lived in the sewer:: No
Were you afraid of the dark:: . . . yes, actually.
Did you have slumber parties:: Yep
Did you have New Kids on the Block sheets, pillows, pajamas, sleeping bag?: No
Did you tease your hair out like Tiffany:: Sure I did.
Did you believe in the Easter Bunny/Santa Claus/ and the Tooth Fairy:: Yeah
Randomness
Do you believe in aliens:: I believe in possibilities
Name three things that are next to your computer:: TV, Backpack, Me
Do you have any hidden talents:: They all are.
Do you wish MTV would play music videos:: I wish MTV would die.
If you were to star in a movie, what kind of movie would it be:: A damn good one
What would your movie star name be:: Tony fucking Celi, moron.
Do you play any sports:: No
What's the scariest movie you've ever seen:: None are.
What is the best movie you've seen in the theater or rented recently:: The Passion of the Christ
What is the dumbest movie you've ever seen:: UNDERWORLD
Do you drive:: Yes
What is your dream car:: A BMW that runs on dreams.
Do you think your good looking:: It's "you're," you moron. No, I don't.
Do others think you are good looking:: They lie.
Would you ever sky dive:: If my plane exploded.
Do you believe in Bigfoot:: Mrs. Rush?
How many rooms do you have in your house:: 10, I guess.
Are you afraid of roller coasters:: A little.
Do you believe in God:: Yes
Do you believe in Satan:: I believe in Satan as a concept.
Do you believe there is a heaven:: Yes, it is a state of being.
Do you believe there is a hell:: Yes, is is a state of being in HCHS.
Do you own a pooltable:: YEAH
Do you have a pool:: No
Do you have a dishwasher in your kitchen:: Yeah
Do you like chocolate:: Who doesn't?
Who/what is on your 2004 calendar:: Poorly-clad anime women. Thanks Pawel. ><
How many U.S. states have you been to:: Seven
Ever wished on a shooting star:: Always
Best Halloween costume you ever wore:: The one with the pistol.
Do you carry any weapons on you:: Every day.
What is your weakness:: A girl with a nice smile.
Name something you can't get enough of:: Your love, babe.
Describe yourself in 3 adjectives:: individual, true, free
How many kids do you want to have:: As many as come
Future daughters names:: What?
Future sons names:: Eli
What is your ideal way to die:: Slowly, fully aware.
How do you release stress:: Working on that. I write.
Do you consider yourself a trendy person:: Fuck trendy.
Are you an artisitic person:: Yes
Are you a realistic person?:: Nah
Do you un-tie your shoes every time you take them off:: Yes. Gotta preserve the AZs.
Are you a strong person:: Yes
Are you a strong willed person:: Yes
Who is the last person to e-mail you:: Frank, who wants me to have a bigger penis.
Who is the last person to IM you:: Steve
Do you hate chain e-mails:: No, they delete just fine.
Are you a deep sleeper:: Yes
Are you a good story teller:: I think so.
What do you believe is your best quality:: Whatever reflects back to me from you
What is your greatest accomplishment:: Finishing this fucking thing.
Do you like to burn candles or incense:: Candles
Do you have your own credit card:: No
Let's say you win the lotto. What do you do with all that money?:: Sword.
Do you have a check book:: No
Do you like your drivers licence:: Yeah
Do you tan easily:: Kinda
What color is your hair naturally:: Brown
How many fillings do you have:: None
How many cavities did you have at your last dentist visit:: None
Worst feeling in the world?: Hopeless
Best feeling in the world:: Hopeful
Is the glass half empty or half full:: Just drink your fucking scotch.
Last thing you downloaded:: Foamy rant
Do you catch yourself using online terms in your real life?:: I don't use "online terms" online. I prefer to salvage the English language. Rofl.
What do you think people think of you:: I fear the worst.
Are you a likeable person:: I don't know.
Do you need therapy:: No.
Do you take medication for a chemical imbalance:: No
Do you love your bf/gf:: I don't have one.
If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge would they call it FED UP:: Is this a question or an opportunity for you pretend you're witty? Fucker.
When are you moving:: August . . .
What's your favorite phrase:: Sweet Sally Mckenzie.
Well, that's the end for now. I'll play around in paint.
Current Mood: . . . drained.
Current Music: None at all.
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Ok, I have to do this while I feel up to it. Time is clicking away and soon this school year will be a fleeting memory. I have to say what I have to say now, while I'm composed.
Here it comes.
That's for all the negativity I've been holding on to. Now, part two:
*Sniff* If you don't feel as sentimental as I do by the end of the week, fuck you. To all my underclassmen friends out there, I love you all too. Some people I just can't begin to draw, and as I said, I can't render everyone in MS paint. Those are done poorly enough up there.
It's hard to find the right words to say how much I'm going to miss all of you.
STAY IN TOUCH OR SUFFER DIRE CONSEQUENCES!
Is all I have to say. I'll see you all later throughout the week. I expect hugs.
ALL THOSE WHO DO NOT HUG WILL SUFFER DIRE . . .
Sorry, I'll stop.
Current Mood: Reflexive.
Current Music: The sounds of my thundering soul.
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Here it comes.
That's for all the negativity I've been holding on to. Now, part two:
*Sniff* If you don't feel as sentimental as I do by the end of the week, fuck you. To all my underclassmen friends out there, I love you all too. Some people I just can't begin to draw, and as I said, I can't render everyone in MS paint. Those are done poorly enough up there.
It's hard to find the right words to say how much I'm going to miss all of you.
STAY IN TOUCH OR SUFFER DIRE CONSEQUENCES!
Is all I have to say. I'll see you all later throughout the week. I expect hugs.
ALL THOSE WHO DO NOT HUG WILL SUFFER DIRE . . .
Sorry, I'll stop.
Current Mood: Reflexive.
Current Music: The sounds of my thundering soul.
MY MOUTH FEELS LIKE "OW."
Yep, I got a new retainer, and HOLY SHIT is it annoying. Not pain, exactly, but the strange sensation that all the teeth in my mouth are being pulled in different directions at the same time, continuously for twenty-four hours a day without relief. Oh, wait, it feels that way because THAT'S WHAT IT IS!
Grrr. Ok, calm.
I was prepared to make a rant earlier, but I've relaxed and the moment is gone. To sum up, here are the main points:
I hate America.
Wait, no, I hate all nations.
Society is evil.
I hate my school.
Conformity, complacency, and uniformity are death.
I see no need to make a fancy image to illustrate that concept. When I feel creative and decide to make an image, I'll include it. Right now, I'm compelled to write, and write alone.
Oops, there it goes.
Current Mood: Possibly going to post again later tonight.
Current Music: Takka takka takka
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Yep, I got a new retainer, and HOLY SHIT is it annoying. Not pain, exactly, but the strange sensation that all the teeth in my mouth are being pulled in different directions at the same time, continuously for twenty-four hours a day without relief. Oh, wait, it feels that way because THAT'S WHAT IT IS!
Grrr. Ok, calm.
I was prepared to make a rant earlier, but I've relaxed and the moment is gone. To sum up, here are the main points:
I hate America.
Wait, no, I hate all nations.
Society is evil.
I hate my school.
Conformity, complacency, and uniformity are death.
I see no need to make a fancy image to illustrate that concept. When I feel creative and decide to make an image, I'll include it. Right now, I'm compelled to write, and write alone.
Oops, there it goes.
Current Mood: Possibly going to post again later tonight.
Current Music: Takka takka takka
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Ok, I though I'd do something different today. I just finished beating "Chrono Trigger", (again) and I decided I wanted to pay tribute to a classic badass of video games. I'll do this from time to time, when I'm in the mood. Protoman had his day, right?
So now, I'd like to pay homage to the greatest of all the great bad ass villains (or anti-hero)
Magus
Magus is the coolest damn guy out there. Period. He comes from "Chrono Trigger," one of the greatest RPGs ever made (and my personal favorite). You can download it online to play on any SNES emulator, and I do advise it.
So what makes Magus kick so much ass?
First, he looks cool. Capes and long hair rock, and that's all there is to it. Secondly, he's the most evil, most powerful fucking wizard on the planet.
Anyone who *thinks* they can use magic would be promptly crushed by Magus, because Magus has mastered all elemental magic and all forms of dark magic. On top of all that, he carries a scythe around. Does he need the scythe to kill things? No. He just totes it around to look cool.
And he does look cool.
To top off the already amazingly awesome package, Magus trash talks everyone in the game and doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks about it. He's in charge, and he knows it. The fools that don't challenge him will soon add the onslaught of awesome to their team, and find that he is the most useful character in the game.
The characters in Chrono Trigger were designed by Akira Toryiama, the creator of the acclaimed "Dragon Ball" and "Dragon Ball Z." Thus, many characters bare resemblances via personality or appearance. To sum it all up quite simply:
Magus is cooler than Vegeta. Any questions?
Current Mood: Obviously, not very productive.
Current Music: Glenn's theme.
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So now, I'd like to pay homage to the greatest of all the great bad ass villains (or anti-hero)
Magus
Magus is the coolest damn guy out there. Period. He comes from "Chrono Trigger," one of the greatest RPGs ever made (and my personal favorite). You can download it online to play on any SNES emulator, and I do advise it.
So what makes Magus kick so much ass?
First, he looks cool. Capes and long hair rock, and that's all there is to it. Secondly, he's the most evil, most powerful fucking wizard on the planet.
Anyone who *thinks* they can use magic would be promptly crushed by Magus, because Magus has mastered all elemental magic and all forms of dark magic. On top of all that, he carries a scythe around. Does he need the scythe to kill things? No. He just totes it around to look cool.
To top off the already amazingly awesome package, Magus trash talks everyone in the game and doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks about it. He's in charge, and he knows it. The fools that don't challenge him will soon add the onslaught of awesome to their team, and find that he is the most useful character in the game.
The characters in Chrono Trigger were designed by Akira Toryiama, the creator of the acclaimed "Dragon Ball" and "Dragon Ball Z." Thus, many characters bare resemblances via personality or appearance. To sum it all up quite simply:
Magus is cooler than Vegeta. Any questions?
Current Mood: Obviously, not very productive.
Current Music: Glenn's theme.
Monday, May 17, 2004
No images for this post, I haven't got the time or energy. Aside from that, it's just too disheartening to make an image I'm proud of and receive no comments on it. Such is the fatal flaw of the comment option: dependency.
So fuck you, I'm updating anyway. Nyah.
I'm slowly recovering from the Bawls binge, gradually catching up on my sleep. It's a real rough week to try to do it, though. I'll try my hardest, but it's real easy to let everything go to shit at once.
And now, a moment of weakness:
I can't believe the year is ending, I feel like I could cry.
And now, a moment of idiocy:
LOBSTERS!
Thank you.
Rich and EJ both have joined the blog bandwagon. I'm excited. I'm off to check out what's there to check out.
Excelsior.
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So fuck you, I'm updating anyway. Nyah.
I'm slowly recovering from the Bawls binge, gradually catching up on my sleep. It's a real rough week to try to do it, though. I'll try my hardest, but it's real easy to let everything go to shit at once.
And now, a moment of weakness:
I can't believe the year is ending, I feel like I could cry.
And now, a moment of idiocy:
LOBSTERS!
Thank you.
Rich and EJ both have joined the blog bandwagon. I'm excited. I'm off to check out what's there to check out.
Excelsior.
Saturday, May 15, 2004
Uggggh . . .
Words cannot describe the lethargy I feel. Despite several failed attempts at napping, I am quite exhausted still. The cancer walk was last night . . . err, today . . . and I'm definitely feeling the effects of the caffeine binge. Determined to break light with Evelyn and Marissa (apologies for my non-existant spelling skills), Pawel and Tony decided to pass around the little blue bottles of death. We were possibly over-zealous . . . cleaning out the entire stock of a 7-11 is a bit excessive.
Yes, we counted, and twenty was the exact number of bottles. Thankfully, there were many to share with, preventing the rupturing of the mighty duo's hearts.
Of course, breaking light was a little too easy . . . despite feeling completely exhausted, sleep came none too easy. At current time of writing this, 3:30 PM on Saturday, I have not slept since thursday night/friday morning at 2:00 AM. The multiple bottles of Bawls and the addition of coffee (thanks mom) this morning has made any attempts at napping quite impossible.
My catnaps a failure, I was sent to mow the lawn, which added allergies to my list of woes. Oh, well. I can't complain; it was fun. Congrats to Marissa for breaking light, it's a shame that the sunrise was masked by the fog.
I pulled something in my leg, so sitting around until this stuff works its way out of my system seems like a reasonable enough plan to me. I should sleep pretty freaking well tonight.
Current Mood: Tired but satisfied. Zippy.
Current Music: All I hear are the voices in my head. They tell me to do things, naughty things . . . fire. . . .
*THUD*
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Words cannot describe the lethargy I feel. Despite several failed attempts at napping, I am quite exhausted still. The cancer walk was last night . . . err, today . . . and I'm definitely feeling the effects of the caffeine binge. Determined to break light with Evelyn and Marissa (apologies for my non-existant spelling skills), Pawel and Tony decided to pass around the little blue bottles of death. We were possibly over-zealous . . . cleaning out the entire stock of a 7-11 is a bit excessive.
Yes, we counted, and twenty was the exact number of bottles. Thankfully, there were many to share with, preventing the rupturing of the mighty duo's hearts.
Of course, breaking light was a little too easy . . . despite feeling completely exhausted, sleep came none too easy. At current time of writing this, 3:30 PM on Saturday, I have not slept since thursday night/friday morning at 2:00 AM. The multiple bottles of Bawls and the addition of coffee (thanks mom) this morning has made any attempts at napping quite impossible.
My catnaps a failure, I was sent to mow the lawn, which added allergies to my list of woes. Oh, well. I can't complain; it was fun. Congrats to Marissa for breaking light, it's a shame that the sunrise was masked by the fog.
I pulled something in my leg, so sitting around until this stuff works its way out of my system seems like a reasonable enough plan to me. I should sleep pretty freaking well tonight.
Current Mood: Tired but satisfied. Zippy.
Current Music: All I hear are the voices in my head. They tell me to do things, naughty things . . . fire. . . .
*THUD*
Friday, May 14, 2004
Hey, everyone. It's time for me to face my greatest opponent yet . . . cancer. I'll be over at the relay all night, I hope to see some of you there.
(Yes, I know the image says "relicating" instead of "replicating." Frankly, I'm too lazy to fix it.)
Peace, love, and all that crap Mr. Goddu and Pawel like to say. See you all when I see you.
Current Mood: Silly.
Current Music: Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm goes the monitor.
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(Yes, I know the image says "relicating" instead of "replicating." Frankly, I'm too lazy to fix it.)
Peace, love, and all that crap Mr. Goddu and Pawel like to say. See you all when I see you.
Current Mood: Silly.
Current Music: Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm goes the monitor.
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
Hey everyone. I thought I was done Wicca-bashing, I really did, but I just have to share this with you. I sent an email to the church and school of Wicca website, as follows:
> Hello, I visited your website hoping to learn more about Wicca. All I
can
say is "wow." Not only is the site poorly written and incredibly biased,
it
shows a disturbing lack of thought. Your mis-interpretation of most
major
religions is astounding, as well as your claims.
>
> "When a person performs a spell, often the desired result does not
occur.
Why is this? Ultimately, only the person performing the spell knows why."
>
> This basically affirms original assumption that your "religion" is in
fact
a bunch of bullshit spawned from superstition and fantasy that has
evolved
through denial and dillusion into a self-contradicting belief system.
Usually contradiction is found in the writings of any religion, but the
dogmas are personalized and sensible, in a healthy observance. Your
faith
seems to be the product of amazing "doublethink" skills, an ironic
trademark
of blind conformity.
>
> "If it harms no one, do it" is another asonine remark. There is no
action
that does not have consequence, no choice that does not influence others,
you irresponsible twit.
>
> I am very saddened and disillusioned by your shameful display. I had
hoped
such idiocy existed only in the corruption of institutionalized
religions,
but now I see that individuality, reason, and indeed common sense are
dead.
>
>
> Feel free to send some black magic my way. When it fails, you can
justify
it by the "state of imbalance" in your mind . . . I mean, life.
>
> Seeing as how I actually am open minded, I will welcome any real
arguments
to what I have said. By all means, please defend yourself. If there is
something I have interpreted incorrectly, I would like your thoughts.
Thank
you.
>
> - Z.
Three days later, yes THREE, I received this response. I do not believe it was automated:
Greetings,
Thank you for your inquiry. Please send us your postal mailing address
so we
can send you a brochure. Thank you.
We welcome all Seekers.
Blessed be,
Jo Frost
My first thought was "Wow, what a pompous, completely arrogant idiot." My second thought was "what a clever way to attempt to kill me."
So, no, I didn't send my home address. I have a bad feeling I'd be getting a rather interesting brochure . . . likely manufactured by the Umbrella Corporation of Raccoon City.
"Hey Tony, you got this letter today. There's some sort of powder on it . . . and I think I cut myself on this syringe and . . . " *BOOM*
If it's not a plot on my life, it's the stupidist freaking thing I've ever gotten. I thought the letter made it clear that I wasn't interested in anything more than telling this person how bad their website and beliefs were. Now I see they have a strong faith indeed. Fucking double-think. I hate people.
Now, I have to play Chrono Trigger. Why? It's the greatest game in the world.
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> Hello, I visited your website hoping to learn more about Wicca. All I
can
say is "wow." Not only is the site poorly written and incredibly biased,
it
shows a disturbing lack of thought. Your mis-interpretation of most
major
religions is astounding, as well as your claims.
>
> "When a person performs a spell, often the desired result does not
occur.
Why is this? Ultimately, only the person performing the spell knows why."
>
> This basically affirms original assumption that your "religion" is in
fact
a bunch of bullshit spawned from superstition and fantasy that has
evolved
through denial and dillusion into a self-contradicting belief system.
Usually contradiction is found in the writings of any religion, but the
dogmas are personalized and sensible, in a healthy observance. Your
faith
seems to be the product of amazing "doublethink" skills, an ironic
trademark
of blind conformity.
>
> "If it harms no one, do it" is another asonine remark. There is no
action
that does not have consequence, no choice that does not influence others,
you irresponsible twit.
>
> I am very saddened and disillusioned by your shameful display. I had
hoped
such idiocy existed only in the corruption of institutionalized
religions,
but now I see that individuality, reason, and indeed common sense are
dead.
>
>
> Feel free to send some black magic my way. When it fails, you can
justify
it by the "state of imbalance" in your mind . . . I mean, life.
>
> Seeing as how I actually am open minded, I will welcome any real
arguments
to what I have said. By all means, please defend yourself. If there is
something I have interpreted incorrectly, I would like your thoughts.
Thank
you.
>
> - Z.
Three days later, yes THREE, I received this response. I do not believe it was automated:
Greetings,
Thank you for your inquiry. Please send us your postal mailing address
so we
can send you a brochure. Thank you.
We welcome all Seekers.
Blessed be,
Jo Frost
My first thought was "Wow, what a pompous, completely arrogant idiot." My second thought was "what a clever way to attempt to kill me."
So, no, I didn't send my home address. I have a bad feeling I'd be getting a rather interesting brochure . . . likely manufactured by the Umbrella Corporation of Raccoon City.
"Hey Tony, you got this letter today. There's some sort of powder on it . . . and I think I cut myself on this syringe and . . . " *BOOM*
If it's not a plot on my life, it's the stupidist freaking thing I've ever gotten. I thought the letter made it clear that I wasn't interested in anything more than telling this person how bad their website and beliefs were. Now I see they have a strong faith indeed. Fucking double-think. I hate people.
Now, I have to play Chrono Trigger. Why? It's the greatest game in the world.
Sunday, May 09, 2004
Whooooo! I'm having such a blast. I'm tremendously busy, but I'm loving it for some strange reason. Andy's party was awesome, I had a great time. Watching "Pulp Fiction" definitely helped restore my faith in Tarantino. It was needed. Now I'm ready to watch "Kill Bill" Vol. 2.
"Resident Evil" was . . . interesting. Flying corpses are funny, tee hee. So is bad acting. I've yet to determine why the underground (literally) umbrella corporation makes zombie gas in custom test-tubes, manufactures watches that count backwards, has automated defense laser systems guided by a small British girl, and makes everthing so freaking flammable. The zombies burst into flames, the dogs burst into flames, everything bursts into flames. They need to stop storing flammable material in random locations throughout their lab . . . lab with a swimming pool installed.
Of course, no cadaver-bashing bashing is complete without the skimpiest, sexiest patient gown ever made. Way to go, umbrella corporation, let's just hope it doesn't burst into flames.
Raccoon City . . . that's the name of the place for crissakes. Who wrote this movie? They should have copied the game exactly, that's scary shit. Even include the shitty camera angles that make it impossible to tell what the hell you're shooting at. A zombie opening its eyes in a tank? That's predictable. A zombie suddenly breaking through the wall? That's awesome. No one sees that coming.
It's time to film "Undying Love." Let's do this.
Current Mood: Energized.
Current Music: You know what? I'm going to put some on now. Why the hell not?
Because that would take effort.
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"Resident Evil" was . . . interesting. Flying corpses are funny, tee hee. So is bad acting. I've yet to determine why the underground (literally) umbrella corporation makes zombie gas in custom test-tubes, manufactures watches that count backwards, has automated defense laser systems guided by a small British girl, and makes everthing so freaking flammable. The zombies burst into flames, the dogs burst into flames, everything bursts into flames. They need to stop storing flammable material in random locations throughout their lab . . . lab with a swimming pool installed.
Of course, no cadaver-bashing bashing is complete without the skimpiest, sexiest patient gown ever made. Way to go, umbrella corporation, let's just hope it doesn't burst into flames.
Raccoon City . . . that's the name of the place for crissakes. Who wrote this movie? They should have copied the game exactly, that's scary shit. Even include the shitty camera angles that make it impossible to tell what the hell you're shooting at. A zombie opening its eyes in a tank? That's predictable. A zombie suddenly breaking through the wall? That's awesome. No one sees that coming.
It's time to film "Undying Love." Let's do this.
Current Mood: Energized.
Current Music: You know what? I'm going to put some on now. Why the hell not?
Because that would take effort.
Friday, May 07, 2004
Hooray for apathy.
Nope, not Steve this time.
Connie.
Haha, yeah. Sister Connie took a big step today (snigger) by placing her trust in the many, many teachers that gave us their approval. As if she had a choice without becoming MORE hated . . . but that's irrelevant. The point is that all systems are go for the HCHSFTCT. Now all we need are some last-minute rehearsals and some last-minute shopping, and we'll be set.
Now it's time to celebrate . . . with some sleep.
Current Mood: Tired
CUrrent Music: Meh
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Nope, not Steve this time.
Connie.
Haha, yeah. Sister Connie took a big step today (snigger) by placing her trust in the many, many teachers that gave us their approval. As if she had a choice without becoming MORE hated . . . but that's irrelevant. The point is that all systems are go for the HCHSFTCT. Now all we need are some last-minute rehearsals and some last-minute shopping, and we'll be set.
Now it's time to celebrate . . . with some sleep.
Current Mood: Tired
CUrrent Music: Meh
Thursday, May 06, 2004
Yeah, major problems with my images. Hopefully, they'll have been corrected now that I've changed to yet another server. It seems that even after starting my own webpage on Angelfire/Lycos, they do not allow images hosted on their server to be used elsewhere, unless you but a premium account.
Well, fuck you Lycos, because they're my images and I'll stick them where I please. I've moved to freeimagesolutions.com, where my use of images on other sites is not only allowed, it's expected. My problems should be over for a time.
Current Mood: Irked.
Current Music: Can't listen to music now, I'm irked.
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
I like bagels.
Yep, there's today's update. I never promised better.
Now back to work on "Undying Love" Episode 5.
Current Mood: Meh
Current Music: Take a hint.
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Yep, there's today's update. I never promised better.
Now back to work on "Undying Love" Episode 5.
Current Mood: Meh
Current Music: Take a hint.
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Something funny last update, must be time for something offensive this update. Yup, it's sociology project time. Now I get to research what the hell's wrong with my generation.
Fun.
(ADVANCED WARNING: MADDOX-LITE WRITING)
You know, I'm open-minded and all of that, but I was dissapointed with Wikka. I won't say too much about it, because I don't want to "offend" people, but I found it to be really . . . stupid. I'd describe it as a blend of fantasy, superstition, and beliefs stolen from the Lakota Indians. 'Nuff said.
Coupled with the gothic movement, my people are looking mighty sad. How much must I crusade against? As if organized religion wasn't bad enough, now people are being consumed in the idiocy of its counter-movements? Does no one have a mind anymore?
Don't get me wrong, Wiccans can be good people. Goths too. I just think the movements themselves are stupid. I'm against any religion that overly-humanizes the divine in any way that involves
1) Making the concept of a god or gods finite and human, that is, personification in the literal sense. I don't believe polytheism is sensible in the fact that differentiating between aspects of the divine limits what should be infinite. To this end, monotheism may also become insenisble if interpreted incorrectly.
2) Placing spiritual power in ritual.
Sorry if I've offended anyone, but I have a right to offend people. These are my opinions, say what you will. If you really dislike them, send some black magic my way so you can see how little it accomplishes. I love Wiccans, I love Goths, and I even love vegetarians. I just feel that the ideologies governing both are bullshit, and should be discarded in favor of unique and individual thought.
I await the speech of a faceless portrait.
Current Mood: Irked by the asanine, arrogant, contradictory bullshit some ass hole posted on his Wiccan home page. "University of Florida" graduate . . . yeah, real fucking impressive.
Current Music: Marilyn Manson.
Ha! Just kidding.
Monday, May 03, 2004
Fear the frequency of my updates! Fear I say! P|-|34r!
We had a bit of a scare last night with my Dad. He's back today from the hospital and he's more or less fine. He just has to take it easy for a while.
I emailed the script for Spirit Week to Mrs. DeSteffano. We'll wait and see how it turns out. Hopefully everything will go according to plan. Otherwise, there will be fire and my foot in people's faces. You can't destroy tradition like that.
*sigh* Tradition . . .
What happened to our school? It's certainly gone down hill.
Ah, yes. Now that's one for the school newsletter.
I guess I'll try to look on the positive, have a little fun. I'm almost out of time, sadly. I'll miss you guys . . . *Sniff*
But I'm not gone yet, so let's have a good time while we can! Screw Connie and anyone else that tries to make things otherwise. This is our school and our year. Not even disgruntled staff members can change that.
I'm sorry, not to be too full of my work or anything, but look at that picture again for a minute. Just stare at it. Can you stare at it and make the noise she's making and keep a straight face? I can't, but maybe that's because I've heard Sam make the noise so many times.
Anyway, I'll end this now. Everything's back to normal and I need to do some homework.
Hey, I just read this post and realized it has a PG rating. Fuck that. Fuck, fuck, fucker, fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
That felt cleansing.
Current Mood: TIRED
Current Music: TIRED . . . I mean, GO AWAY
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We had a bit of a scare last night with my Dad. He's back today from the hospital and he's more or less fine. He just has to take it easy for a while.
I emailed the script for Spirit Week to Mrs. DeSteffano. We'll wait and see how it turns out. Hopefully everything will go according to plan. Otherwise, there will be fire and my foot in people's faces. You can't destroy tradition like that.
*sigh* Tradition . . .
What happened to our school? It's certainly gone down hill.
Ah, yes. Now that's one for the school newsletter.
I guess I'll try to look on the positive, have a little fun. I'm almost out of time, sadly. I'll miss you guys . . . *Sniff*
But I'm not gone yet, so let's have a good time while we can! Screw Connie and anyone else that tries to make things otherwise. This is our school and our year. Not even disgruntled staff members can change that.
I'm sorry, not to be too full of my work or anything, but look at that picture again for a minute. Just stare at it. Can you stare at it and make the noise she's making and keep a straight face? I can't, but maybe that's because I've heard Sam make the noise so many times.
Anyway, I'll end this now. Everything's back to normal and I need to do some homework.
Hey, I just read this post and realized it has a PG rating. Fuck that. Fuck, fuck, fucker, fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
That felt cleansing.
Current Mood: TIRED
Current Music: TIRED . . . I mean, GO AWAY
Sunday, May 02, 2004
Man, I hate people.
I really hate people.
You may ask why? I'll tell you.
Pawel, Merrilee, Will^2, Damian and myself gathered at the Mind to celebrate Big Polack's birthday. Fun times. Never ones to be politically correct, Pawel made some comments about Asian people being smarter than us (IE, capable of building robots.) So what happens? So self-rightous, pretentious twat decides to eavesdrop on our conversation (admittingly, too. She didn't even pretend that we were being loud.) and bring up the fact that we offended her. Despite our attempts to mask the fact that we didn't give much of a shit about her feelings (because she's a moron out wasting Mom and Dad's money in college, accomplishing nothing with her life. Ten bucks says that if she wasn't with her friends she would have shut her goddam mouth and NOT made a complete ass of herself.) she regretably left (following a long, awkward pause consisting of blank stares.) Despite an earnest start, I failed to tell her off and decided to let her be. She's proud of herself; why crush that?
Although, I did fantasize . . .
(To avoid confusion, I've drawn myself as Boba Fett.)
What really irritates me is the fact that this is girl is the complete opposite of any minority. Period. Aside from being a girl (not woman, girl. Until she can learn to have a mind, she isn't a woman.) she's got no basis for bitching. I'll bet she doesn't even have Asian friends, because they would tell her to shut the hell up (possibly accompanied by the prefix "Cracker" or "Fuckron.") or that no one was being offensive.
That's my real beef. Aside from the fact that she needs to mind her own business, this woman failed to eavesdrop correctly, pulling the statements out of context. In all actuallity, the most offensive things said were pointing out the hypocrisy of college "diversity claims." Hey, hypocritical college diversity? Score 10 points for irony, you stupid whore.
Well, that's out of my system. I'm off to engage in some reading. I hope you enjoyed your PC chess set, Pawel (There's no black pieces, so there's no power struggle that always ends with white going first), I hope it keeps you out of trouble (If no one minds the concept of bishops "taking" pawns.)
Current Mood: Meh.
Current Music: meh . . . fuck that.
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I really hate people.
You may ask why? I'll tell you.
Pawel, Merrilee, Will^2, Damian and myself gathered at the Mind to celebrate Big Polack's birthday. Fun times. Never ones to be politically correct, Pawel made some comments about Asian people being smarter than us (IE, capable of building robots.) So what happens? So self-rightous, pretentious twat decides to eavesdrop on our conversation (admittingly, too. She didn't even pretend that we were being loud.) and bring up the fact that we offended her. Despite our attempts to mask the fact that we didn't give much of a shit about her feelings (because she's a moron out wasting Mom and Dad's money in college, accomplishing nothing with her life. Ten bucks says that if she wasn't with her friends she would have shut her goddam mouth and NOT made a complete ass of herself.) she regretably left (following a long, awkward pause consisting of blank stares.) Despite an earnest start, I failed to tell her off and decided to let her be. She's proud of herself; why crush that?
Although, I did fantasize . . .
(To avoid confusion, I've drawn myself as Boba Fett.)
What really irritates me is the fact that this is girl is the complete opposite of any minority. Period. Aside from being a girl (not woman, girl. Until she can learn to have a mind, she isn't a woman.) she's got no basis for bitching. I'll bet she doesn't even have Asian friends, because they would tell her to shut the hell up (possibly accompanied by the prefix "Cracker" or "Fuckron.") or that no one was being offensive.
That's my real beef. Aside from the fact that she needs to mind her own business, this woman failed to eavesdrop correctly, pulling the statements out of context. In all actuallity, the most offensive things said were pointing out the hypocrisy of college "diversity claims." Hey, hypocritical college diversity? Score 10 points for irony, you stupid whore.
Well, that's out of my system. I'm off to engage in some reading. I hope you enjoyed your PC chess set, Pawel (There's no black pieces, so there's no power struggle that always ends with white going first), I hope it keeps you out of trouble (If no one minds the concept of bishops "taking" pawns.)
Current Mood: Meh.
Current Music: meh . . . fuck that.
Yeah . . . enough's enough. Due to an inexplicable lack of interest on the part of myself and the imaginary people that read this fucking thing, I'm cutting the comic thing short. It was stupid anyway.
. . . Ever wake up and have several things to do, but feel as if none of them were really necessary? I'm definitely having one of those days. The fact that I'm still in bed as I type this is a testament to that. If I wasn't forced to go to Church every Sunday on pain of death, I'd most likely just stay in bed.
Come to think of it, the same applies to school. I think I'd rather just stay in bed for about a month or so until I eventually die of . . . well, dehydration if I'm too lazy to even get a glass of water. From the way I'm feeling now, that's definitely a possibility.
Do da do da do . . .
Let's hear it for being lethargic. I don't really feel like going to Church, I don't feel like working on my script(s), I don't feel like helping break set for Godspell, and . . . well, fuck breakfast. Sadly, I feel an obligation to do all of the above . . . except breakfast. Fuck breakfast.
Uh, oh. 10:30, time for Mom to come kick my ass. I guess I'm off to church.
Oh, and I'm WAY to tired to know if I've got my days right, but if I'm not mistaken, today is Pawel's birthday. A very happy birthday to you, Pawel. I hope that this one is radiation-free.
Current Mood: Fuck you.
Current Music: Fuck that.
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. . . Ever wake up and have several things to do, but feel as if none of them were really necessary? I'm definitely having one of those days. The fact that I'm still in bed as I type this is a testament to that. If I wasn't forced to go to Church every Sunday on pain of death, I'd most likely just stay in bed.
Come to think of it, the same applies to school. I think I'd rather just stay in bed for about a month or so until I eventually die of . . . well, dehydration if I'm too lazy to even get a glass of water. From the way I'm feeling now, that's definitely a possibility.
Do da do da do . . .
Let's hear it for being lethargic. I don't really feel like going to Church, I don't feel like working on my script(s), I don't feel like helping break set for Godspell, and . . . well, fuck breakfast. Sadly, I feel an obligation to do all of the above . . . except breakfast. Fuck breakfast.
Uh, oh. 10:30, time for Mom to come kick my ass. I guess I'm off to church.
Oh, and I'm WAY to tired to know if I've got my days right, but if I'm not mistaken, today is Pawel's birthday. A very happy birthday to you, Pawel. I hope that this one is radiation-free.
Current Mood: Fuck you.
Current Music: Fuck that.
