Thursday, March 25, 2004

   Well, Excuuuuuuuse me, Princess!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!
Wow. I never thought I'd see the day.
I had heard so much about this...Legend of Zelda cartoon...BUT NOW I HAVE FINALLY WITNESSED IT! WITNESSED IT IN ALL IT'S INSANITY! SO CLICHE! SO WEIRD! SO...irritating. I can't stop giggling....ehehe...Can't stop laughing and mumbling..."dis so stupid."
Ganon: "BWAHAHAH! I SHALL CAPTURE THE TRIFORCE OF WISDOM.....WITH.....A MAGNATE! MUAHAHAHHHAAHHAHAHAAAAA!" Holy crap. Brilliant.
And then! And then I saw the MARIO CARTOON! The theme song is two guys dressed as Mario and Luigi RAPPING TO THE MARIO THEME! AAAAAARGH!!!!! Nothing is more crazy. Nothing. And then Frankentstein appears for some reason, and then it goes into animation...WHAT FUN! What utter, utter fun... woo.
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Sunday, March 21, 2004

   He's the one-man team! Let's shoot him!
That amazing display proved to me that there is still at least shread of good left in the world.
Last night, my mother was invited to... kind of MC a performance of the Famous People Players. Naturally, I was invited to come too. It really amazed me, as a whole. The Famous People Players is a group of mentally challenged people, acting and and earning their own money, confidently and passionetely. They recieve no government subsidies.
First, we entered their home theatre, originally an abandoned wearhouse. The audience is treated to a meal. The cast set and bus the tables themselves, as well as prepare the meal. They also clean up afterwards, and even wash the bathrooms. They have no hired help, but they do have help from the occasional volunteer. That in itself is pretty cool, but the show was amazing! It was done with black light...The actors dressed up in glowy-foam costumes, and danced around to various opera tunes. The life they breathed into the puppets (that were also used) was amazing. A guy named "J.D" sang the closing song. I swear it brought me to tears. (Notice a pattern here? Everything brings me to tears.)
I found them truly inspiring.
If they ever tour to where you are, check 'em out.
http://www.fpp.org/

My thoughts are...not organised...Must be the IMPENDING DOOM. I would've liked to advertise...more...more effectivley for these people.....but...I can't...think...now?
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Wednesday, March 17, 2004

   WHEREFORE ART THOU, O START BAR?!
I can feel my smart leaving! Sad sad! T.T

Anyways. This hockey school thing...How come I only remember saying "I shall never again sign up for a girls' hockey camp AGAIN!" after signing up and paying! Why is that!? Why didn't I think back to all my prior encounters with female hockey camps!? I can be bored and do nothing AT HOME. FOR FREE. I'm usually not one to brag about my skills, (or lack thereof ^^) but I wanted to learn and improve for the tryouts in spring! *Sigh*
At least I'm working on my shot. And I'm getting ice time. Which is always good. Unless it's on a friday evening...heh.
An added bonus, although irrelevant, is that the Bitch Godesses appeared to have taken a holiday! I have been blessed with the Miracle Dressing room! If not totally silent, the only talk is BITCHLESS and RELEVANT. And....INTELLEGENT. Dear me! Could it be??? Intellegence in a dressing room? Wow. Now I've seen everything. I really have.

And the guy who runs the thing looks like a child molester.

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Thursday, March 11, 2004

figs figs figs figs figs FIGS!
Today was profitable.
My vast armies have gathered, and have spent nearly a fortnight preparing for battle. My advisors have claimed there is great danger in waging war againt my opponent. Bah! I laugh at danger. We shall ride at dawn, and take their stronghold by the time the sun has risen to its peak.
We shall slay those who oppose us! Capture the women and children! Take the gold and treasure that is rightfully ours! Burn the cities and sow salt on the ground so that nothing shall ever grow again! Blood shall flow.
I shall lead my great army into victory. I have confidence in my men.
More tommorw.

Well not really. ONE DAY I'll be an evil overlord. But not now. *sigh*
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Tuesday, March 9, 2004

   SAY FUZZY PICKLES!
DL'd Earthbound, yo. Since only one person reads this...Got some questions, maybe you've some ideas:

What should I name Ness, Paula, Jeff and Poo?

What should I name my first spell thingy?

What should I name my fave food?

What should I name my dog?

AND HOW THE HELL DO I SAVE!?!?!?!? ShiftF1 ain't working!!! grr.... @__@


Alas, I am becomine increasingly feminine by the day! Anyways, I gotta go take a leak. *Scratches Ass*

Song of Teh Moment NOFX- Mattersville
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Monday, March 8, 2004

Scenes from the Cadaver Trade
Just read this facinating article in Harper's. Called "The Resurrection Men". S'about the cadaver trade. Truly interesting. One day I must ask dear mama to bring home the archived version of the story she did on the aforementioned subject. Great article. Good substance, well written. Wow.

Song of the Moment: I believe in a thing called love- The Darkness *flinches*
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Sunday, March 7, 2004

   Curry Beef
HILCREST SNACK SHOP vs. HILCREST SPORT SHOP!

Did this game finally answer the unanswerable question? Are snacks better than sports? Evidently they are.

Woo hoo! Got Rogue Squadron III! Go Rebal Alliance! Go Wedge Antilles! heheh. Wedge.

Song of the Moment: Hollow-Pantera
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Saturday, March 6, 2004

Yin, Pick up your vest. And your Gilbert.
12:00................Get up, Eat.
12:30-2:00...........Play Soul Calibur II. Yell at brother for beating me. Play Double Dash. Yell at car for not going fast enough. Play F-Zero GX. Yell at car for going too fast. Yell at SSBM for not working.
2:00-4:30............Lose to stat whores in Gunbound. Find out that teh rocker hair costs 84,000. Or something. Scream. Scream at getting Aduka in random
4:35.................Think of all the RPGs I could be playing, had I had the funding or the transportation to get to the purveyor of games.
5:00-6:00............Go for walk. Get nowhere, really.
6:00-6:05............Finish math textbook page. Think about maybe doing sheet.
6:05-10:00...........Watch hockey, play more games, eat, yell at games for lagging.

s'a pretty good day. coulda practised some instrummerments. ah well. tamorra. After stupid pointless hockey game and fun fun hockey game. ta ta for now.

Lack of Capitals Smma
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Friday, March 5, 2004

   You can run, but you can't GLIDE!
So then I was all, DUDE, you stole my cheesburger! And he was like, no way man. This was sooo mine. And like, always mine. And then I was like IMMA KNIFE YOU IN THE GUTS, FOO! And he all, Oh man, you will seriously not beleive what happened to me! I was on my way to the store, and I get hit by this, like, GIANT Albatross! And then I says to 'him I says, Charlie, I've asked around, but they says they do, that YOU AND YOU ALONE can take me to Neverevereataclam Land! You, man! YOU HAVE DA POWA! So he picked me up and dropped me RIGHT HERE! And that's where it all started.

39 cans of pop, peoples. 39. Dude. Maybe we can kill them lions later. I need that EXP. To upgrade my "Horse Power". -_____-

Frank the Dancing Corkscrew. Watch him dance! Watch him frolick! It is I, Yoshimitsu! Behold the Magnificence of my Victory!

-Sprok'd
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Thursday, March 4, 2004

   *Has Spontaneous Heart Attack*
Curse this infernal lack of inspiration. Curse it good!
I can't beleive this. I haven't written anything in months...or has it been a year? If it has, I'm gonna go...slaughter something. A whole year. I'm so out of practise...My writing looks like it's been dragged out of a two year old with a meat hook. It's disgusting. Sloppy, run-on rants that say absolutely nothing. And why is this? BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT! NOTHING!!! It's really quite depressing. Others are typing away, releasing their endless reserves of creativity. And here I sit, getting pwn'd in Gundbound. Or at least wanting to, since I'm not allowed one friggin' weekdays. But 'tis besides the point. Everything I say is redundant.
Redundant. Like Mr. de Bono...Pompous man...Thinks he can 'teach thinking'. I can't finish this rant. Maybe later. For now...
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
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