We Have Standards

Nick. I need your email address to invite you to the blog.

While you're waiting for the acceptance process to go through, maybe you can take the time to read through some old English/writing textbooks you may have lying around. Failing that, perhaps take a look at some of Andy and Tim's posts (or Dave's recent ones-- not his old ones though). Please ignore Kevin's posts and do not try to emulate them in any way.

William Shehan
Editor, Quality Control Supervisor
Attic Apartment, Inc.

My apologies to our Italian-American audience OR! F*#% you wop bastards

Without boring you by relating all the details of my breakup and recent reconciliation with my girlfriend, I’ll try to explain why I think a preemptive strike (in some cases) could be a good thing.

It really has little to do with my relationship with her, and more to do with her last relationship with some psychotic Italian douche bag.

I will assume everyone reading this has watched the Godfather movies, which are accurate portrayals of Italian-Americans and their twisted love of violence. Those fuckers don’t mess around. They don’t get into bar fights and just break your nose like us fun loving Irish chaps. You piss off an Italian and he cuts the head off a fucking horse and puts it in your bed!

They don’t seem to like to fist fight at all. Apparently their well-manicured hands are too fragile for such brutish activities. They’d rather pull a pistol out of their jacket in a crowded marketplace and blast you while you’re examining some juicy oranges.

Dirty bastards.

No respect for the sanctity of the orange market.

So this Corleone-wanna-be is not really happy with me, or my girlfriend, because...well...she isn’t his girlfriend anymore. And like all stupid bastards, he thinks the best solution to this problem is violence. Unfortunately for both of us, he’s smart enough to know that I could knock the living shit out of him in a bar fight. Even more unfortunate (this time only for me): he has a gun.

I found out the other night that he told her over the phone that he would like to kill both of us along with our entire families. (Obviously he hasn’t met my dad, but that’s beside the point.)

Now I’ve got to decide what, if anything I’m going to do about these threats. I’d like to just brush them aside and say he’s probably full of shit. In actuality, he probably is just full of shit. But this isn’t the first time he’s made threats like this, and there’s some evidence that he’s been following her around, driving past her house...that sort of stuff.

What if the dago bastard really is crazy enough to shoot one of us? Or both of us?

I’m thinking, maybe I should make him an offer he can’t refuse...

like "leave us alone or I’ll call the cops." *SMACK*

I don’t know. Obviously we all know that violence doesn’t REALLY solve anything, but I would still like to slap him around some. Maybe he doesn’t know that violence doesn’t solve anything and he’ll just admit defeat. Ya think?

Im not going to hurt you...unless youre a Mormon or a Scientologist. Then Ill hurt ya good

So the man mentioned here made my mom cry. I did the best that I could: i emailed him and told him his manners are not becoming of a pastor, a christian, or a respectable human being. Then I told him to fornicate his mother and bite my ass. So he's taking me to court. Here's what Monroe County served me up:



So I may be back in Iowa the week of May 3rd.

Pimp Juice

So this weekend I'm inviting you all into my lovely home for drinking and watching my super cool new tv, or using to play halo. I was kinda hoping to do this saturday night but I know you people like your bars and whatnot so if not that's cool also. Also if you haven't seen Advent Children you should, even if you didn't play FFVII it's worth you time it was alot of fun to watch, maybe we could watch it saturday. Well that's all I've really got to say work is really starting to wear me out. Oh yeah i took the stupid compass test to get into DMACC for the tool and diemaking program, my scores were pretty exceptional for the most part. My reading score was a 96, my writing score was a 93, pre-algebra an 88, and finally algebra where I scored an amazing 18. I had a really rough time because they didn't want the answer which I knew the answers to they wanted the formula for the answer, so I don't really care. It's good enough for me to get into the program and I'm for the first time in my life actually excited about school, so I guess maybe I'm finally starting to grow up to some degree.

Sadder than my sex life (which is pretty funny, too)

I want to know what jackoff assclown fucktard made this box art. It HURTS your eyes to think its a badass game, let alone the first Megaman game. I mean LOOK AT HIM! Its like hes about to birth a child on the trapper keeper world he lives in.


And then it gets a little better. Look at Megaman's leg. He reminds me of the zombie in Resident Evil (movie with the oh-so-hot Milla Jovovich) ((Im sure you know which zombie I mean)). But what really cracks me up: Look at Dr. Wily. He looks like a college professor. "Get him! He didnt use APA on his term paper!" At least you can save $10 on some shit...

Wouldnt it be great if there were an MAA Man? You Got Masters Degree Shield: Yet another useless fuckin' shield weapon.

I've seen them, they're real, and they poop.

Well, Dave's idea to dress Sarah up as an opera singer got her carried away by a giant purple octopus, so now I'm sort of confused as to what to do.

Jep.

Today one of the electrical workers tried to convert another to his church, I think. it was sort of muffled.

Our house is a mess in spots--is it SOP for workers in your house to just leave sawdust, plaster, packaging, wadded paper bags, etc., all over the place? I wonder if they're used to working in houses inhabited by their clients, and not by tenants...because I probably wouldn't mind if it were my choice for them to be here. But come on--couldn't they leave power on to the oven, if not to the washer/dryer?


Muzzerfuckers.

I'm in foul spirits--FOUL. (I'm possessed by a chicken, ah ha ha, Amish, shoot me.)

The other day I milled around my room in the dark, looking for something, who knows what, minutes on end, and finally I jogged up the stairs to hit the lightswitch and when I returned there was the inevitable spider dangling at neck-level in the room. the motherfucker descended feet at a time till he hit the floor and I dispatched him with (Sarah, don't read this) Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle (Plath's Bell Jar, the old spider slayer, being unavailable). Immediately after, while vigorous music played and I raised and re-raised my left arm, another spider dared to streak along the edge of the coffee table. So, two for Vonnegut. Then I caught sight of the rubber tarantula on the floor, one of many I was mailed, and about shat myself.

All that to say this: the rubber spider is covered in ever more dust and sawdust as the electrical workers bore through the rafters of my room, and so he has gone from electric blue to dark blue to black to black mottled with brown to gray mottled with brown--or, in other words, from obviously fake to pants-soilingly realistic.

At least from here on the couch.

Kenny, I have not viewed your podcast, but I will say this: the opening image for episode 4 is balls weird.

If you're curious about this post's title, ask Andy to explain.

Here in Des Moines

God damn those violent video games!

It's Mildly Entertaining

Sorry I haven't posted in a few months. I got myself into podcasting. I've got my own podcast site out on the ( Intranet ) Anyways if you get bored check it out.

http://web.mac.com/kenmanis

You got to type it exactly how it is no ( www ) just ( web )

Thats all I got.

HDTV/Headcaches

So I go to best buy yesterday with no intentions of spending $2500 but walk out with a 42' LG plasma HDTV. So I get home take about half an hour putting the stand together followed by plugging all my crap into the back so finally I'm going to plug my TV and I realize oh balls they didn't give me the power cord we unplugged when removing it from the shelf, it was a floor model for three days because the tv sold all out but that one in three days i got it for 2200 as opposed to 3300. Plus i got an extra 150 off out of the guy make it $2050 plus $300 for the service plan and blah blah. So anyways I have a tv that won't work for anything as a paper weight but fortunately the power chord for my 360 works until tommorow when i kick some ass at best buy.

HEADLINE: Drunk Will Show You, Everyone

Todd Stenerud denounces the "total bullshit" he has endured from people.
(blatently stolen from The Onion)

The Inner Fanboy Squees

I think this is Tim. Look at the eyes and the forehead. It has to be that goofy fucker. If you needed money that bad Tim, I can send you a check every two weeks for like...10 dollars. Thats enough to buy milk and Malt-o-Meals.

So, Final Fantasy XII is a whole lot of fanservice.Why? Well, for starters, the summons are a shit ton of final bosses mashed into the zodiacs of the Tactics univers. Zeromus, Altima, Chaos, and Exdeath, to be precise. If you dont know who these guys are, who the FUCK are you?! And why are you in my shower?!?! As well, Gilgamesh is a boss. If you dont know who Gilgamesh is, you are sad. In Final Fantasy V, he was the recurring boss. Sorta like Ultros, but much cooler. The same Gilgamesh is in VIII, and when he talks about the Cleft of Dimensions, its referring to where he went in V. And yes, he carries a lot of swords (or S-words as you Connery folk might pronounce it)

Oh. And for you Tactic's people: Worker 8 returns. Rejoice!!! Dont know who Im talking about? Then you are dead to me.

DEAD!

Hmm...

I have a photo I've been thinking of putting up for a while, but it might be too terrible.

It's not pornography.

What do you think?

Fuck the Bus

So to get to my job according to the RTD Denver bus routes, this path will take me over an hour to get to. That would include me going 3 miles downtown, then another 2 miles to get here. With about 5 turnovers.

I might as well walk.

Tofu OR 4/20

Today is 4/20
I only had 8 people show up for my Abnormal class.
I have formed 2 ideas of why this may have happened
1. Everyone thought today was Saturday
2. I have a lot of substance users in my class.
Either or, whatever works for them.

Now, to the bean curd!


So, being the vegetarian that I am, sometimes lunch in the union is kind of worthless. I'm not much of one for Asian cuisine, and everyone looks at me crazy when I order a sammich that has just cheese on it, but I guess there is the salad bar place, or possibly a slice of cheese pizza or breadsticks or something, but that can become old quite quickly.Today when I was pondering dining choices, and all I'd come up with by then was a small bag of grapes, I noticed that my friend Chris works at Wasabi. He talked me into getting some pasta, which I was pretty excited about, since I thought they just had Asian stuff. (And I'm kind of prejudiced because of my former INSANE roommate, but that's neither here nor there) So, with him being my pasta artist, he whipped up some whole-grain pasta with some sun dried tomatoes, some fresh diced tomatoes, green pepper, and a marinara sauce (Okay, I have a thing for tomatoes) and when he asked me what kind of protein I wanted in there I inquired about the choices: beef, chicken, tofu, or some other meat-ish thing, I don't remember.
Feeling a little crazy, I sad, "Heck, throw some tofu in there!"
And he did.
To be completely honest with you all, it wasn't bad. It doesn't really have much of a taste, because it just absorbs whatever you cook it with. So, it tasted like tomatoes and peppers. Pretty tasty if I say so myself.Not entirely sure how I feel about it, but I think that it could possibly use some further exploration.
That's all I've got.

Twisting the knife

Seven years ago to this day, Mrs. "Affair with Foster" Hulluska told Wes that he couldnt wear his trench coat to school. Why? Assfucks harrassed him cuz a couple emo-nazis decided to shoot up a school about 45 minutes from my current position. Mind you: those same emo nazis were harassed by similar assfucks at that school the same way they did with Wes.

It only seems to be a problem when rich kids are hurt. You never really hear of inner city low income schools have shootings. They may get like...a quick blurb on the network news network's lil marquee.

But basically, this post is to say Fuck Rich Spoiled Assfucks. Fuck them all in the ass.

Anybody wanna get high?

ALSO: Stereotypical black community hunts leprechaun. WTF, ideed. Notice the "magic leprechaun pipe handed down through generations." Its a freaking muffler pipe.

Sanity check

So I'm filling out a shit ton of paper work for dmacc and accumold in hopes of getting to go to school for free to make more money than tim ever will, because he's a diry hobo and will never amount to more than cock fight, and by a cock fight i mean a second rate american cock fight, not even a third world phillipino cock fight. Anyways I just needed a moment of clarity to get away from the ridiculous amount of times I have filled out the same information, as it is with any gd mfin' sob paperwork you will ever do in you stupid pointless life. So yeah ok I think that may have been theraputic now if only i knew or could find the address of my current employer life would be great.

A winner is you

I was just reading on ign.com the top ten worst lines in a video game ever. Number nine was from a pro wrestling game and when you would win it would say "A winner is you" others included, I feel asleep, yo gangsta! get ready to gang bang!, I am error, and of course, all your base are belong to us.

Another thing I read the other day is a rumor floating around that Bungie is working on a Halo based mmo fps for the 360. wouldn't that be nutty, would tim ever go back to school or get a new job? Would amish ever leave des moines? would ryans' penis get even more tiny?

Also I read that Jimmy Jack's Grab Ass would be soon making its way to the ds. Image a touch screen grab ass. Using the stylus to grope ass from Angelina Jolie to Dennis Franz it would be amazing

*sigh* I miss Sam & Max

Naked Pictures of Your Blubber

No pictures in this post. *tear* However, heres a link. I want to make cartoons of this caliber. Not so much quality (although the lip syncing is very well done) but definately this sorta thing. Its like Space Ghost and Family Guy had premarital sex and had a bastard child.

I have determined that I have seasonal migranes. That is SOOOO much fun!

Interesting story: Ali and Sara went back to Texas for the Easter break. Sorry to have missed Andy puking...but I spose I can see that any time he gets heavily drunk. While they were gone, I had in my possession two different cars: One a BMW tiny sports way-small-penis car (Sara) and then there was the XTerra Ginormous way-small-penis suv (Ali.) I drove the eff out of them, yes, but most important: The SUV was fun to drive *GASP!*

With me having a girlfriend and a job at Sears and driving SUVs, the next thing ill do is find the common link between Mormons and Scientologists (Travolta: Oh my gahd!) and convert to the mulato baby it produces. And dye my hair blonde. And turn my back on cartooning to work at Wells Fargo.

Fuck. I went to Catholic Mass with Lynn, too. I realize that at Catholic mass, theres an abnormal amount of babies crying. Coincidence? Nah. They know theyre going to be eaten. Which also reminds me: some girl for a demonstration speech brought in her python and a live mouse. WTF indeed. Catholics eat babies like pythons eat live mice is my point.

Oh. And I have a gift for everyone when I return. What is it? You will see. YOU WILL SEE! BWA HA HA HA HA!!! Besides...you know, the Bar and Mr. Christopher scenes.

Have I mentioned I love waffles for a while? Cuz GOD DAMN, do I loves me some waffles!

I should have stayed longer.

This is a conversation, almost word for word, I heard this morning at the central library, when a black man sat down about ten feet from an obese woman in ducky pajama pants who had been combing the paper's classifieds for a job for the last half hour or so:

Him: Hello.

Her: Hello.

Him: How are you?

Her: Fine, how are you?

BEAT

Her: I've seen you around.

Him: Have you?

Her: Yeah, you're Asian, right?

Him: Wrong wrong.

Her: Oh....

*indecipherable*

Her: You're handsome.

Him: ...thank you.

Her: You're very handsome.

Him: ...*nervous laugh*...thanks?

*I get up and walk away*

Which is more retarded?

Alien ghosts sticking to our bodies curteousy Xenu?


OR



Jesus and Malachai talking through a magic hat?

If you can name this game, Ill freaking buy you stuff when I get home. Like...a dollar sandwich or some Vault. Something cheap. Damn cheap.

Blah, untitled

HELLO.

Ryan has asked me to notify you of his birthday party here, tonight, starting you know, whenever, but probably not too much earlier than dusk. Or maybe much earlier. Who knows? It is a mystery.

I will tell you that there are moraccas involved.

Dave, are you still stuck out wizzest? That is a grave disappointment, particularly now that I am unemployed AND with car and think of the adventures! The legal indictments practically write themselves! Andy had an idea that we would check train fares, but we couldn't find anythign we could swing, particularly now that my unemployed ass now has a bank account of less than $70.

Come on, sweet unemployment check!

That's the warning to all you employed people: save your money! Somehow $950 breezed through my life every two weeks, and what do I have to show for it now? A computer, a car, some clothes, a shitload of books, and that's about it. An NES that doesn't work. Some canvases and a half-painted zombie scene.

Wes's Geemus shirt is probably my favorite wardrobe piece now, because I have very few t-shirts that fit properly and are an acceptable color. If anyone asks what the hell Geemus is, I'm going to tell them it's a rock band ironically posing as a video game production company, with little clues on their website as to the true nature of their endeavor.

Tomorrow morning I will be traveling with Sarah to her hometown. That place is alternately creepy and beautiful, man, built on the Mississippi and in a bunch of hills and a little island dotted with houses. I understand the island even has its own airstrip. So Dave, if you steal a plane, that's the place to land.

Important Question:

Who would win in a fight between Mr. T and Chuck Norris?

Discuss!

FOUND: Artist willing to whore out talent for return fundage

I can do your bar scene, but I will put artistic "alterations on it." Mainly these:

Buddah and Shiva are gettin it on in a booth

Joseph Smith and Brigum Young are being hauled out by L Ron Hubbard

Moses and a faceless Mohammed are in the corner karaoking (or as i like to call it: fagging) up the place



And the Mr. Christopher pic...definately doing.

I will expect the fund drive to begin on said arts....now. 3:21:05 pm mst

Wanted: Artist willing to draw 4 booze and transportation

Do you know how much it would cost for me to drive my car to Denver, pick up Dave, bring him to Des Moines and then go through the whole trip agian to return him? About $240. Greyhound has that beat by about sixty bucks, but that's still $180 I'm not spending. Sorry Dave.

Here's a small ray of hope for you:

If a similar problem occurs in June, the next time you're planning on coming home, you can at least count on SOME money being available to you. This money would be given to you in return for a piece of artwork I would like you to create. Now, this isn't a commisson sort of deal where I give you money and HOPE your lazy ass comes through. This is a payment-on-delivery kind of thing, and the exact amount will be determined by the quality of the work. I'll be fair though, trust me.

The beautiful image I would like you to create would be a bar scene not unlike your speakeasy. Maybe more of an Irish pub sort of place...I dunno. At the bar, God and the Devil would be sharing beers and laughing uproariously. There would be a caption under the picture saying simply, "She married Romminger."

Make it so.

Oh! And if you want to make an extra bit o' cash, another scene we thought sounded cool was Mr. Christopher perched atop a building overlooking a burning city. But that would be much lower priority.

Jep.

WELL.

It has been a while.

I haven't read anything on here for the past couple days, so apologies if this doesn't address any pressing issues. Actually, I haven't read the blog since I posted that bit about Sarah's lj account and the comments and blahblahblah, because I left town and came back to town . . . also I STILL haven't listened to the audio files Dave sent me because I am a bad friend.

Tonight!

Why have I been so busy? Why? It's because I hate all of you. Wait, no . . . that is not it. Last week I spent basically every waking moment listening to the shitty hold music on the DOT phone lines, or my insurance phone lines, or the DMV phone lines, or the treasurer's phone lines, or Wal-Mart Tire Center's phone lines, and I rode the bus all over hell, and now, finally, I have not only a license but a functional car as well.

Amazing!

Here is a sidenote about the bus system here in Des Moines: the quality of the ride significantly decreases with each mile you travel east. I can start in West Des Moines outside Le Chateau and ride in the back with my laptop open and headphones on, tap tapping away, trying to grab free coffeehouse wifi connections at stop lights long enough to load the blog or news pages or emails. By the time I'm downtown I've usually put my ibook away because the bus is crowded and hobos are eyeing me. And then by the time I get east, up by Park Fair Mall, I can barely concentrate enough to read a book because 12 year-olds in the back are arguing over who's the more pure-blooded Puerto Rican, and how can you be fully PR when your mama was half black?

I'm at the library right now. The new one, downtown. They've got a free parking garage in the basement that no one apparently knows about, judging from the number of cars parked at pay meters. The place itself is pretty nice--new furniture, nice temperature, expansive, walls that let you see the city through a gold tint. That last effect would be nicer with a better view, but as it is all you can really see are shitty pick-up food stands and office buildings. Maybe when the dirt outside turns to grass this'll be more pleasant.

Adn there's free wifi.

Anyway, I'm gonna go write a brilliant novel.

Are you aroused yet?!

How you can have your David Wells Party:
1) Either kidnap all the panties (like our hero, Happosai here) of all the females of the US Congress and hold the underoos for ransom of a round-trip ticket.

2) Pitch in circa $300 for round trip tickets. Each person donates 15 dollars. After 20 folks are particiioned, then there will be like....300 dollars.

3) We will win the lottery and do nothing for the rest of our lives. We will feast on ramens, pop tarts, and instant tea. And we can play lawn darts. LAWN DARTS until we explode!!!

4) Say eff it and let me rot here.

Hold up: I owe Bil like...$60 for a trip of me back home from back in 2004. I completely forgot about that until just now. Damn. Im so in debt.

Bollocks!!!

Grandma never intended, planned, or even understood the notion that she was going to help me come home for Easter. So now, Im unable to return.

Postpone the David Wells Party until the end of June. *tear*

Things I'm amazed more of us don't suffer:

Weird disorders.

Mostly for Nick & Tim, and any other Wierd Al fan

The Horoscope Song...in flash!

Things Sarah cheered for last night.

The Following ar the two main things Sarah cheered for last night at the WWE house show during Triple H vs John Cena and balls was it was awesome.

This man was not on the venue and for that matter not even a member of the wwe any more. EXTENSION CORD!!!!!! EXTENSION CORD!!!! EXTENSION CORD!!!!!!!

Eeekers

As for Sarah's LJ, I once upon a time had a link from Atticleaches. But that was taken down after a couple weeks. So Im sure it was not me. I can see how pieces could be placed together to discover the LJ, plus there's a search engine, and alien intervention. But I know I had no part in it.
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Doctor Who is badass now. Despite him not being an old man or an afro'd man in a trench coat and scarf. And next week, theyre showing off the DALEKS!!! I proclaimed in joy when I saw "On the next Doctor Who..." trailer. Pissed em even!
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Im going to start life drawing again for my final portfolio. Mix in the cartoon, and I have a full plate of girlfriend, video games, school, RA, and cryptozoology. Damn.

Grr.

Hey!

Did somebody mention Sarah's livejournal address to my ex? She's getting harass-y Alyssonian comments.

So I dunno...if anyone did, that was pretty disrespectful, inflammatory, lame, etc.

Okay, that is all.

Unfortunate moments that didn't ever happen

Mantis nails Josiah with a huge right hand and Josiah falls to the ground.

JR: "Josiah has been busted open. He looks like he's been eating some spaghetti."
King: "There must have been a tomato in that sandwich."

Josiah slowly creeps up to his feet using Mantis' pants to pull him self up but before he is able to reach standing Mantis clocks him again with another huge right dropping him to the floor. Mantis turns to the crowd and signals for his signature move.

King: "Uh-oh, you never know"

Josiah slowly creeps back up to a knee with the help of the ropes as he turns around Mantis shoves his claw-like hand into Josiah's mouth applying the camel toe. Josiah gasp for breath and tries to wiggle his way to the ropes to break the hold, but it's no use Mantis has it locked in. Josiah puts his arm up as he considers tapping out, but IRA makes it in time to break the hold.

JR: "Mantis was seconds away from putting this match away."

IRA proceeds to land rights and lefts on Mantis as Josiah makes his way to his feet. Josiah throws IRA out of the way and and gets a little revenge busting Mantis open with an elbow to the head. Josiah then throws Mantis towards IRA......BOOM!!!!!!!!! Irish boot of justice puts Mantis out cold. Agent Smith has no choice but to get involved now he jumps at IRA from behind but before he can get to him Josiah springs to life hitting a giant clothes line on Smith. IRA slaps the ankle lock on Mantis while Josiah puts Agent Smith in the Walls of Jerko. The both tap out together as the bell rings.

King: "NOOOOO!!!!!"
JR: "They pulled it out dear good this is a day that will go down in history."

Announcer: "The winners of this match and NEW Moonpie champions. Joooooosiah and I..R..A"

I am sooo bored...also you guys are all so lucky andy and I never had the moonpie belts that would have been unstopable.

Every morning, Juan Valdez and his trusty goat gather beer cans

So Im going to assume that Le Chateau lost it's internet connection and no one is able to post. Id be happy with random babble. Like, Wrestlemania facts or how Andy brews alcohol in the back of his car. Or even me talking about how no one is posting.

Oh, Im officially dating Sara now. So ...hahahhahahah. Fuck you all.

post

abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz now i know my abc next time won't you sing with the frog. andy you know what i'm talking about.

Another Reason for Amish to Kill Himself

So Tiny! Miniscule! And apparently...Detachable for Airport Security!

Someone else post besides me! I dont like having to pick up everyone's slack.

Satan is wearing an artic parka

This is proof once again why I rock hard and solid. Most of the time.

This is teh fashion -:-AND-:- SO TINY!

Also, I altered the scrolling marquee belt buckle Amish gave to Sarah for Amish to wear, so that women will have the straight dope on his penis before he even propositions them:

Its going to happen soon enough!

EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!

Hrmmm

2001: Told Tim that I was called up for duty.
2002: Told Tim that Amish's Grandma died
2003: Told Tim that Kelly got in a terrible LandBarge accident
2004: Told Tim that Jim Hatfield died by the hands of savages
2005: Told Tim I wrecked my car (I think...)

And then theres this year. I should tell Tim I have ass cancer. Then again, maybe nothing should be done this year on this day of deception. At least on my end.

Someone else do it!

Hah HAH! Blasphemy!

Ryan cant read, so he wont be able to see this. So someone needs to help him understand "technology."

So apparently, Cid's voice in Final Fantasy:Advent Children is to be voiced by the Hippo from Harvey Birdman. You know, the one that says "You get that thing I sent'cha?" So peculiar.

Also: Sarahs approves of Sara. I think I do too.
ALSO Also: Download Katamari On The Rocks. Proceed to do any mundane task. Realize how EMPOWERED you are when that music is playing. Rejoice.