Saturday, January 22, 2005

I promised myself I wouldn't do this...but...
Tomorrow is the NFC championship. I hate football, but in the spirit of area loyalty...

GO EAGLES!!!!!

Oh, no...what have I done? WHAT have I DONE?!?

Oh, yeah. Go Pittsburgh too...what can I say? I'm rooting for a Pennsylvania Superbowl because my parents like Pitt and Thrush and Silver like Philly...plus if it's PA, I can watch 'em get cranky at each other...Yay!

What?! I like non-serious arguements.

Plus Macca's doing halftime. YEAH!!!! No more Aerosmith+Brittney+Timberlake+Janet things...
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Friday, January 21, 2005

   Well...I'm sorta happy, and I'm sorta sad. I'm happy because tommorrows Saturday. I'm sad because one of the nicest Otakus (Willow) is leaving. For good.

Willow, you were one of the first people to sign my guestbook. You were one of the most consistantly loveable people here, and we're all gonna miss you. Good luck and God Bless with the rest of your life.


Now, you have Art to thank for the next part of this post. Him and his OC Remixes...

"Sometimes the world looks perfect
nothing to rearrange
Sometimes you just get a feelin' like you need some kinda change

No matter what the odds are this time
Nothin's gonna stand in my way
This flame in my heart
Of a long lost friend
Gives everydark street a light at the end

Standing tall on the wings of my dream

Rise and fall on the wings of my dream

Rain and thunder, wind and haze, I'm bound for better days

It's my life, and my dream, and nothin's gonna stop me now

~Star Salzman, remixing the them from "Perfect Strangers". Listen to it here. It just seems to fit my mood lately.
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Thursday, January 20, 2005

55 Fiction
There's a thread over in OtakuBoards called 55 fiction. Some of the authors are a bit....depraved, but I like the concept of a story that's only 55 words long. So I thought I'd try.

Stars Dance

"Stars dance, you know."

He stares. She's lost her mind.

"They do! Haven't you ever looked?" His head shakes. He hasn't.

"And if you listen close enough, the moon sings. Bet you haven't done that either."

He hasn't.

"Are you even alive?" She shakes her head. He watches her go.

That night, he looks up.
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Wednesday, January 19, 2005

   Another Postcard

Barenaked Ladies
(Everything To Everyone)

You can't imagine so many monkeys in the daily mail
All of them coming anonymously so they leave no trail
I never thought I'd have an admirer from overseas
But someone is sending me stationary filled with chimpanzees.

Some chimps in swimsuits, some chimps are swinging from a vine
Some chimps in jackboots, some chimps that wish they could be mine.
Starsky and Hutch chimps, a chimp who's sitting on the can
A pair of Dutch chimps who send their love from Amsterdam.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.

If I had to guess, I'd say the monkey-sender thinks it's great
He's sending me, maybe she's sending me just to see me get irate
I'm losing sleep - and it's gonna be keeping me up all night
I thought it was funny, but now I've got money on a monkey fight.

Some chimps in hard hats, chimps a-working on a chain gang
Some chimps who love cats, burning rubber in a Mustang
A birthday-wishing chimp, a chimp in black like a goth
A goin' fishin' chimp, a British chimp in the bath.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.

Somehow they followed me even though I packed and moved my home
No matter what, they come and they come they won't leave me alone
Another monkey in the mail could make me lose my mind
But look at me shuffling through the stack until I finally find

Some chimps in swimsuits
Some chimps in Jackboots
Some chimps in hard hats
Some chimps who love cats
I've got some shaved chimps; that's chimps devoid of any hair
I've got depraved chimps dressed up in women's underwear.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Every one is, every one is, every one is addressed to me.
Every one is, every one is, every one is addressed to me.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Some chimps in swimsuits, Some chimps in Jackboots
Some chimps in hard hats, Some chimps who love cats
I've got some shaved chimps; that's chimps devoid of any hair
I've got depraved chimps dressed up in women's underwear.
Starsky and Hutch chimps, a chimp who's sitting on the can
A pair of Dutch chimps who send their love from Amsterdam.
Some chimps in Mustangs, Some chimps in chain gangs
I got a birthday wishin' chimp and I got the goin' fishin' chimp

Just because I'm in a silly mood due to finishing my math before 10 and listening to this sone about 9, 000, 000 times over the course of today. This band is hilarious...
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   12:05 am....
Just here to report that I am still alive...the calculus book hasn't killed me yet.

Although it's trying. It has apparently decided that cost $$118 is not enough of an injury, and is trying to explode my head.

And on the subject of how much the wretched thing cost, it has decided that if it can't kill me, it can, however, ruin all resale value. If there's an infintesimaly small blotch of water on an otherwise dry table? It'll find it. Sitting two feet from the edge of the table? Oh, well. That means nothing. It'll still hit the floor. Print smudges if you touch it with DRY fingers, and don't get me started on the pages that tear like onion paper...

Have I mentioned that I hate calculus? I did? Oh, good...wouldn't want you to miss that fact...
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Monday, January 17, 2005

On this day...
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow. I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed. We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal.

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; that one day right down in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and every mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plains and the crooked places will be made straight and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I will go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.

With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.

With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to climb up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that, let freedom, ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi and every mountainside.

And when this happens, when we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every tenement and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old spiritual, "Free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty, we are free at last."


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I amy not be posting daily for a while...
Why? One word: PreCalc. Is that enough for ya? I hate the stuff. Hate it!
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Saturday, January 15, 2005

Because it's one ay-em, an' I needa post...
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Sarah
2. Ozy
3. Sally

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. OzymandiusJones
2. Boogaloo Jones
3. Howl the Wildchild

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. Creative, almost to the point of insanity.
2. Friendly. I swear, I scould make friends with an axe murderer...
3. My eyes are (I will admit), beautiful

THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. I procrastinate waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much.
2. I'm easily distracted. Math problems? Sure...I'll do them now...oh, look! A chicken!
3. I'm too sensitive.

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. I'm Irish-German-British-Penn Dutch
2. There's a town in Alaska that's named after my great uncle
3. Every member of my mom's mom's family has a gap between their front two teeth...thank goodness I avoided that...

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. Needles
2. Blood.
3. Doctor's Offices

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Music
2. Computer
3. Affection

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. Nightshirt
2. Sweatpants
3. Nice warm socks.

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS (or artists at the moment):
1. Beatles
2. Five Iron Frenzy
3. Thousand Foot Krutch

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
1. Two of Us
2. It's All Too Much
3. Holding Out For A Hero - Frau Frau

THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
1. Skiing
2. Animating
3. Sewing from patterns...heh heh heh...

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):
1. Affection
2. Trust
3. Hunor

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE if you can guess the lie, you are amazing:
1. Blonde
2. Wears toe rings
3. Eats mustard sandwhiches

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. Eyes
2. Shaggy hair
3. Height. They gotta be at least a little taller'n me...

THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
1. Drugs
2. Sleep with anyone
3. Drink

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Listening to music
2. Reading and Writing
3. Creating vast amounts of chaos

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Quit precalc...
2. Buy a new mouse
3. Eat.

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. Artist
2. Author
3. Teacher

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. England
2. Ireland
3. Canada!

THREE KID'S NAMES:
1. Katryn
2. Arthur
3. Sally

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Go to the Caribbean
2. Get SOMETHING published
3. Meet The Guy of my Dreams

THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW OR DIE PAINFULLY:
1. Thrush
2. Artukei
3. ??? (An' I'm just kiddin' guys....really.)
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Thursday, January 13, 2005

Because I really don't have anything to say right now...

Favourite Beatles songs
Created by sgt-macca and taken 15 times on bzoink!
Your favourite Beatle song off each album:
Please Please Me	Chains
With The Beatles	You Really Got A Hold On Me
A Hard Day's Night	And I Love Her/A Hard Day's Night
Beatles For Sale	Mr. Moonlight
Help!	The Night Before/You've got to Hde Your Love Away/HELP!
Rubber Soul	Drive My Car/Run for your Life
Revolver	Yellow Submarine/Taxman/Tomorrow Never Knows/Good Day, Sunshine
Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band	Good Morning, Good Morning/Lovely Rita
Magical Mystery Tour	I Am The Walrus/Blue Jay Way/Fool on the Hill/Baby your A Rich Man
The White Album	Dear Prudence/While My Guitar Gently Weeps/Goodnight/Helter Skelter
Yellow Submarine	Hey, Bulldog/Only a Northern Song/ It's All Too Much
Abbey Road	Something/Octopus' Garden/You Never Give Me Your Money/Carry That Weight/The End
Let It Be	Two Of Us/ One after 909/I've Got A Feeling
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Tuesday, January 11, 2005

   Well...I have to say the Starsky and Hutch theme was the shortest lived...it'll prolly be back someday. For now, we have, The Beatles! Yay! And the combinations with this are practically endless...

Ringo *holding remote-thing*: Ozy...

Ozy: What?

Ringo: It's after Christmas. Aren't you goin' t'finish me story?

Ozy: Um...

Ringo: That's wot I thought...slackah...
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