Hoo boy, I love you all. I really do. Today has been a nice little trip down through my memories. With Jason and Joey and Ben (with the malformed head) I did recall many nice things. For example, our trip to Washington, D.C. That was some good times...for one thing, I stole all of the light out of our hotel room and pounced upon Joseph. He jumped up in terror and screams of "OH MY GOD!" and the next thing we know he's across the room slumped in the corner. See, he jumped up and ran across his bed AND the bed next to it and kept right on going...straight into the wall. Har. Your face and the wall didn't mix too well, eh? Poor Joseph.
Well, THAT was a random little thing. I saw Phantom of the Opera (the movie version) a few days ago, and I would suggest you get right out there and see it. It's really awesome and, of course, has a wicked happy score (the soundtrack makes me quiver in joy). Before, I had never seen any sort of production of the musical and I'm almost glad I waited until seeing this.
Umm...what else to say? Oh, Katamari Damacy. This nice little PS2 game (I'm told it's kind of hard to find) set me back only $20 and I can say it was $20 well-spent. Heck, I'd shell out another 30 bucks for it - it's just that happy. It's a bit wacky, but innovative. You play "the Prince", a short little guy who's job is to push around a katamari (sticky ball. katamari is Japanese for lump or something like that) and pick up whatever objects in your environment you possibly can. It's kind of simple, but challenging. If you're not a fan of quirky humor (especially of the Japanese kind) you may find it stupid. Once again, a product with an awesome soundtrack. I'd give Katamari Damacy 5 herrings (of which there are...many) as a score.
WHOO! How's THAT for having a post that makes sense? Eat it, nonsense. Well, this has been fun, but I'm done for now. Remember, be wary of the pregnant ones. They seem nice and sweet but that's just so you let your guard down so they can feed you to their babies. Well, not YOU but your soul. When that baby absorbs your crystal you can just consider your hard-earned Ice 4 spell theirs. That's how life goes.
Monday, February 28, 2005
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Free Time
Whoa, so I finally decided to update this guy. Of course, now that I'm here ready to post something, I have absolutely NO idea what I want to write about. So maybe I'll just ramble...nobody reads this crap anyway. I guess I said something regarding talking about videogames in the last post, but I don't think I'm in the right mindset for that. I'll just suggest some great funny things that are going on right now.
For one, I have gone back to Homestarrunner and rediscovered the glory that it is. I'd suggest going there (www.homestarrunner.com) and listening to some of Strongbad's e-mails. It's good stuff.
Uhmm....apparently there's a Broadway version of Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail coming out in March called Spam-a-lot. If only I had access to it, maybe I'd go.
Some interesting stuff came up today in school. Whilst in English with the stupid sub, Fuzzdipple decided she had to go to the bathroom. She CLAIMS she blew her nose and that's why it took so long, but I fear it was actually because she was pooping. I wouldn't have realized how long she took if it wasn't for the Ada, who also needed to pee. One of my lunchtime pet peeves was exposed today. Don't get me wrong, cafeteria food is equal to life. When, however, they give me three piddly chicken tenders and call it a meal the lunch line becomes a line of ANGER! BGRRRAAAAAGH! So's they cheat me out of a dollar just so I can get my fat self fed with an extra order. I swear, the lunch ladies are out for your money.
There's something to ramble about! Lunch! While traditionally high schoolers fear the lunch line, I have found it quite enjoyable. TyTy will agree with me on this one. I HATE THE ONES WHO CUT. Especially the ones that think since they're black, they're too "bad-ass" to wait like the rest of us. Of course, if anything is said to them they assault our eardrums with their less-than-perfect grasp on the English language. Gah, why are there so many wastes of space in the school?
Has anybody seen my wallet? I've been driving without my license for nearly two weeks now.
Hoo boy, I have never produced such a worthless ramble. And it's not even funny stuff, either. Well, I'm writing this for me, not for you. Or so I think...who knows? I type as I think - randomly and with no real established point. I promise, the next one will be halfway sensical. Really.
For one, I have gone back to Homestarrunner and rediscovered the glory that it is. I'd suggest going there (www.homestarrunner.com) and listening to some of Strongbad's e-mails. It's good stuff.
Uhmm....apparently there's a Broadway version of Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail coming out in March called Spam-a-lot. If only I had access to it, maybe I'd go.
Some interesting stuff came up today in school. Whilst in English with the stupid sub, Fuzzdipple decided she had to go to the bathroom. She CLAIMS she blew her nose and that's why it took so long, but I fear it was actually because she was pooping. I wouldn't have realized how long she took if it wasn't for the Ada, who also needed to pee. One of my lunchtime pet peeves was exposed today. Don't get me wrong, cafeteria food is equal to life. When, however, they give me three piddly chicken tenders and call it a meal the lunch line becomes a line of ANGER! BGRRRAAAAAGH! So's they cheat me out of a dollar just so I can get my fat self fed with an extra order. I swear, the lunch ladies are out for your money.
There's something to ramble about! Lunch! While traditionally high schoolers fear the lunch line, I have found it quite enjoyable. TyTy will agree with me on this one. I HATE THE ONES WHO CUT. Especially the ones that think since they're black, they're too "bad-ass" to wait like the rest of us. Of course, if anything is said to them they assault our eardrums with their less-than-perfect grasp on the English language. Gah, why are there so many wastes of space in the school?
Has anybody seen my wallet? I've been driving without my license for nearly two weeks now.
Hoo boy, I have never produced such a worthless ramble. And it's not even funny stuff, either. Well, I'm writing this for me, not for you. Or so I think...who knows? I type as I think - randomly and with no real established point. I promise, the next one will be halfway sensical. Really.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
What's This All About?
So I got on this little bloggie and realized how much it reminded me of old RPG games. Talking to my good cousin Joe also brought up some thoughts on old nostalgic type things. I have a feeling the main point of a lot of my posts is going to involve my memories of videogames, comics, and all sorts of geeky stuff. Something that's been going through my mind a lot lately is how much those old things have really affected me now. You see, I'm a firm believer that there is so much more to simple things like comics and videogames than just entertainment value.
Comics especially have so much put into them. Of course they bring about all kinds of fantasies and dreams...but there's a lot of content applicable to our actual lives, too. This has really taken off since comic writers began injecting a little humanity into the characters (of course, the old goody-goody stuff had a lot of admirable traits, too). I mean, take a look at Superman...he helps people day in and day out, never expecting any sort of payment. Definitely a trait we'd all like to possess. And then we have the good ol' Green Lantern. Hal Jordan was considered one of the best Lanterns of all time, and then he snapped...he killed off a lot of the other Green Lanterns and took out the Guardians of the Universe. He just snapped. He's since realized he made a mistake and finds himself a loner as most are uneasy and undecided on the extent of Hal's guilt.
Of course, The Bat-Man (man, I love the old title...) symbolizes the obsession and frustration we feel when trying to combat things over which we have no real control. Bats is smart enough to know he can't obliterate crime, and he's seen things that most people can't even DREAM of...and yet he still carries on, dispensing justice. He's very black and white when it comes to what's right and wrong, and though it would make things so much easier if we could see situations that way, it kind of scares us. Fear - the main weapon of Batman.
Son of a biscuit, I rambled on...ah well, this blog should represent my mind, right? My thoughts are nebulous, and if I ramble I'm sure to get some good things out. Hoo boy, what's next? I'm gonna have to say videogames...oh yeah...and none of this fancy-shmancy Halo stuff. Heck, I might even go back before these so-called "superior" systems.
Next stop: Remember When 16-Bit Was Enough?
Comics especially have so much put into them. Of course they bring about all kinds of fantasies and dreams...but there's a lot of content applicable to our actual lives, too. This has really taken off since comic writers began injecting a little humanity into the characters (of course, the old goody-goody stuff had a lot of admirable traits, too). I mean, take a look at Superman...he helps people day in and day out, never expecting any sort of payment. Definitely a trait we'd all like to possess. And then we have the good ol' Green Lantern. Hal Jordan was considered one of the best Lanterns of all time, and then he snapped...he killed off a lot of the other Green Lanterns and took out the Guardians of the Universe. He just snapped. He's since realized he made a mistake and finds himself a loner as most are uneasy and undecided on the extent of Hal's guilt.
Of course, The Bat-Man (man, I love the old title...) symbolizes the obsession and frustration we feel when trying to combat things over which we have no real control. Bats is smart enough to know he can't obliterate crime, and he's seen things that most people can't even DREAM of...and yet he still carries on, dispensing justice. He's very black and white when it comes to what's right and wrong, and though it would make things so much easier if we could see situations that way, it kind of scares us. Fear - the main weapon of Batman.
Son of a biscuit, I rambled on...ah well, this blog should represent my mind, right? My thoughts are nebulous, and if I ramble I'm sure to get some good things out. Hoo boy, what's next? I'm gonna have to say videogames...oh yeah...and none of this fancy-shmancy Halo stuff. Heck, I might even go back before these so-called "superior" systems.
Next stop: Remember When 16-Bit Was Enough?
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Press Start!
Whoa! It's alive! I'm sure I won't have the time to continually update this little sucker, but I'll try. In case you're wondering what I could possibly have to say in this space...well, you're out of luck. Tough it out because I don't know either. We'll see where this leads, eh?
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