Interests:Writing, drawing, painting, scaring people with monkeys, laughing like a maniac, creating a new world order, my cult, Cresents, more writing, more drawing, and most importantly, Sweebop! Expertise:Proffessional torture Occupation:Military Industry:Government
So, I may have jumped the gun in my assumption of the swine flu. Or not. I don't know, I was sick for four days, does that count? Now I'm just annoyingly recouperating. I 'spose.
Anyway, looks like I'll be writing a short story this weekend. And probably finishing up some stuff to ship over to Robin. Because it was her birthday, you know. And, seeing as how one of my two readers IS Robin, of course you know!!
...which reminds me...what is your address, Robin? You should, like, e-mail it to me or something.
You know what I really want to see? Do you REALLY want to know? I'LL TELL YOU!!
-Avatar (also Avatar: the Last Airbender.) -Sherlock Holmes -Mr. Fox (or something like that. Wes Anders(on) directs it. And I love him.) -New Moon (for the riotous lolz I shall recieve) -Still Where the Wild Things Are -Still Zombie Land.
I believe I should start saving up money, aside from rent and life, so that I might be able to partake in these movie events. Who knows.
Alright. I have to shower away the filth now. Ciao, bitches.
Quote of the Day "Why is it so dense in here!" Original line from "Royal Tenebaums" where Eli Cash freaks out on television.
The levi commercial keeps playing, and I keep pausing my life just to hear it recited, so I figured I'd find it and give it to you.
Pioneers! Oh, Pioneers!
COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols? have you your sharp edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers!
2 For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!
3 O you youths, western youths, So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship, Plain I see you, western youths, see you tramping with the foremost, Pioneers! O pioneers!
4 Have the elder races halted? Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied, over there beyond the seas? We take up the task eternal, and the burden, and the lesson, Pioneers! O pioneers!
5 All the past we leave behind; We debouch upon a newer, mightier world, varied world, Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march, Pioneers! O pioneers!
6 We detachments steady throwing, Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep, Conquering, holding, daring, venturing, as we go, the unknown ways, Pioneers! O pioneers!
7 We primeval forests felling, We the rivers stemming, vexing we, and piercing deep the mines within; We the surface broad surveying, we the virgin soil upheaving, Pioneers! O pioneers!
8 Colorado men are we, From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high plateaus, From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come, Pioneers! O pioneers!
9 From Nebraska, from Arkansas, Central inland race are we, from Missouri, with the continental blood intervein’d; All the hands of comrades clasping, all the Southern, all the Northern, Pioneers! O pioneers!
10 O resistless, restless race! O beloved race in all! O my breast aches with tender love for all! O I mourn and yet exult—I am rapt with love for all, Pioneers! O pioneers!
11 Raise the mighty mother mistress, Waving high the delicate mistress, over all the starry mistress, (bend your heads all,) Raise the fang’d and warlike mistress, stern, impassive, weapon’d mistress, Pioneers! O pioneers!
12 See, my children, resolute children, By those swarms upon our rear, we must never yield or falter, Ages back in ghostly millions, frowning there behind us urging, Pioneers! O pioneers!
13 On and on, the compact ranks, With accessions ever waiting, with the places of the dead quickly fill’d, Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and never stopping, Pioneers! O pioneers!
14 O to die advancing on! Are there some of us to droop and die? has the hour come? Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is fill’d, Pioneers! O pioneers!
15 All the pulses of the world, Falling in, they beat for us, with the western movement beat; Holding single or together, steady moving, to the front, all for us, Pioneers! O pioneers!
16 Life’s involv’d and varied pageants, All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their work, All the seamen and the landsmen, all the masters with their slaves, Pioneers! O pioneers!
17 All the hapless silent lovers, All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked, All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying, Pioneers! O pioneers!
18 I too with my soul and body, We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way, Through these shores, amid the shadows, with the apparitions pressing, Pioneers! O pioneers!
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Lo! the darting bowling orb! Lo! the brother orbs around! all the clustering suns and planets, All the dazzling days, all the mystic nights with dreams, Pioneers! O pioneers!
20 These are of us, they are with us, All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait behind, We to-day’s procession heading, we the route for travel clearing, Pioneers! O pioneers!
21 O you daughters of the west! O you young and elder daughters! O you mothers and you wives! Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united, Pioneers! O pioneers!
22 Minstrels latent on the prairies! (Shrouded bards of other lands! you may sleep—you have done your work;) Soon I hear you coming warbling, soon you rise and tramp amid us, Pioneers! O pioneers!
23 Not for delectations sweet; Not the cushion and the slipper, not the peaceful and the studious; Not the riches safe and palling, not for us the tame enjoyment, Pioneers! O pioneers!
24 Do the feasters gluttonous feast? Do the corpulent sleepers sleep? have they lock’d and bolted doors? Still be ours the diet hard, and the blanket on the ground, Pioneers! O pioneers!
25 Has the night descended? Was the road of late so toilsome? did we stop discouraged, nodding on our way? Yet a passing hour I yield you, in your tracks to pause oblivious, Pioneers! O pioneers!
26 Till with sound of trumpet, Far, far off the day-break call—hark! how loud and clear I hear it wind; Swift! to the head of the army!—swift! spring to your places, Pioneers! O pioneers.
Impressive. Really? When did you have time to do that? Holy shit, I can't believe that! NO WAY!! AHHHHGHGHGH!! ::bubbles:: ...oh....god....kill me.
No, I'm just kidding. But, I thought I would let you all in on our adventures. Seems I finally got the chance to pick up the guitar and stare over Michelle's shoulder so I could strum out some of "Banana Pancakes" and "Tain" and some song that Michelle made up. My fingers hurt so much!!
And, I was able to do another page of What-Man!! I can't believe I haven't done any comic stuff in a long time. Oh. Well.
And now I have to hide inside my homework again. Okay. Bye!
Quote of the Day: "I like to touch rusty spoons." -Salad Fingers. (Remember how FUCKING creepy this was? Well, you should go find it again. Because it is.)
Well, for my Gothic American Lit class (which, by the way, is a riot and a piss-offery sort've class all rolled into one, but that's for another conversation saved for another day) we have to go on a "scholarly adventure." This includes going to see a horror movie and writing a review, reading a Gothic book and writing a review, OR writing a script for a horror short film and directing it and showing it to the class. Hmmm...I wonder which one I'll pick. Uh...MOVIE!
Well, it's called "Torn Apart" and it is a classic zombie movie with Edgar Allen Poe undertones. It takes place on our campus and, so far, I have 35 people involved. Bitchin. The second we get this thing wrapped up, I'm posting it on youtube and sharing it with all you kind and lovely people. Michelle is super excited to zombifie some people and I just got confirmation on a corn feild that I can shoot the final scene in. Ah. So excited.
In other news, I wish I could have this character as my friend: http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/MixedNuts.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/05/wolverine-first-bad-news-then-good.html&usg=__8TW9phMx418X5Tb-gC_ZhGhLJAs=&h=251&w=320&sz=12&hl=en&start=4&um=1&tbnid=sHJAw6Ren3vKlM:&tbnh=93&tbnw=118&prev=/images%3Fq%3DMixed%2BNuts%2BLiev%2BSchreiber%26ndsp%3D20%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dopera%26rls%3Den%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1
Wow...that just seems convoluted. What I meant is I want Chris (previously Arnold) to be my friend. I think she would be fun! Also, Mixed Nuts is a wacky-ass ADD movie. But...still fun.
Quote of the day: "Dancing with you makes me feel all fluffy! Like I was on a cloud...." -Liev Schreiber
Look, I get that it's a sea theme. There's tie-dye shells. There's dolphins and sharks. It's a coloful sea of marshemellow and bran bits deliciousness. Except for the little orange marshemellows which, and I'm not lying, look like little penises. I swear to God. This cereal is for children, right?
Which got me thinking about Patton Oswald's bit on Lucky Charms. The icky little bran charms are shaped like crosses and fish, but give you healthy vitamins. The marshmellows are colorful sugary peices of moons, stars, and other pagan symbols, and will rot your teeth out. I laughed so hard at that bit.
Bit. Bit bit bit. How many times can you use "bit" in your itty bitty blog?
Anyway, I also wanted to let you know that I'm the master of hats. I've made five hats in two days. Plus fingerless gloves. ...so...who wants hats?
Quote of the Day: "Because rock crushes scissors. ...But...paper covers rock. And scissors cut paper! Kif, we have a conundrum!" -Zap Branigan. (I've used the quote before. It' just happens to be a favorite of mine.)
