Too many dog/robot-dog humping scenes.
And the stereotypically gangster autobots just pissed the shit out of me.
But at least the fight scenes were enjoyable this time =]
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Debauchery in all its forms
Spread exotic flavours
All around
While the sun rises at midnight
And sets in the summertime.
Men meet demises
Shaped to flies and dragons
Hitched to neon wagons
Leaving trails of bags of potato chips
Crunch crunch, as he crossed the river
To meet his future,
Composed of worry and closure and quiet,
While inflated snakes snapped at his heels.
That's all for now.
Spread exotic flavours
All around
While the sun rises at midnight
And sets in the summertime.
Men meet demises
Shaped to flies and dragons
Hitched to neon wagons
Leaving trails of bags of potato chips
Crunch crunch, as he crossed the river
To meet his future,
Composed of worry and closure and quiet,
While inflated snakes snapped at his heels.
That's all for now.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Weekapauggggg!
A few days ago I had some very interesting dreams.
The third (and only that I will tell) began in a convenience store. It was one of those dull, imposing stores with the tricky, uphill driveway. Oh yea, it had the driveway of a house next to it, only uphill. Anyway, my parents managed to park the car and I entered the store to use the restroom and grab some snacks. My parents gave me five dollars to buy twelve coconut ice cream bars that turned out to be one fifty-nine each. I went back out to the car and told my dad I did not have enough money for their ice cream, and he just scoffed. He gave me two more dollars but I persisted that that wasn't enough money, they were one fifty-nine each. To appease him, I went back inside and bought all the ice cream I could buy, about five bars I think. I showed him the ice cream and he was very disappointed because I only brought back five, not twelve, but he still would not believe that they were one fifty-nine, not fifty-nine cents like he had thought. He accused me of stowing away the extra money for such and such to buy but I wasn't listening because I was so frustrated at this point.
Then the frustration... went on for a while...
Finally both my parents got all the way out of the car and went all the way inside the store, all the way to the ice cream fridge thing to see that the coconut ice cream was, de facto, one dollar and fifty-nine cents, American currency. We continued our road trip without ice cream.
The third (and only that I will tell) began in a convenience store. It was one of those dull, imposing stores with the tricky, uphill driveway. Oh yea, it had the driveway of a house next to it, only uphill. Anyway, my parents managed to park the car and I entered the store to use the restroom and grab some snacks. My parents gave me five dollars to buy twelve coconut ice cream bars that turned out to be one fifty-nine each. I went back out to the car and told my dad I did not have enough money for their ice cream, and he just scoffed. He gave me two more dollars but I persisted that that wasn't enough money, they were one fifty-nine each. To appease him, I went back inside and bought all the ice cream I could buy, about five bars I think. I showed him the ice cream and he was very disappointed because I only brought back five, not twelve, but he still would not believe that they were one fifty-nine, not fifty-nine cents like he had thought. He accused me of stowing away the extra money for such and such to buy but I wasn't listening because I was so frustrated at this point.
Then the frustration... went on for a while...
Finally both my parents got all the way out of the car and went all the way inside the store, all the way to the ice cream fridge thing to see that the coconut ice cream was, de facto, one dollar and fifty-nine cents, American currency. We continued our road trip without ice cream.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Well, you should've made peace with the absurdity of human existence before we started driving!
Oh, yea, one last thing:
Did anyone notice how Spongebob Squarepants has gotten so much more complex lately? The last episode I saw contained the word "platitudinous" and an allusion to The Wizard of Oz.
Did anyone notice how Spongebob Squarepants has gotten so much more complex lately? The last episode I saw contained the word "platitudinous" and an allusion to The Wizard of Oz.
*thoughtful* (basically staring at nothing)
I've just been thinking that it's been a while since I've thought like this. I think it's been about.. six weeks, maybe more, and that's a lot in certain contexts. For instance, its a lot of time not to have thought these thoughts. It's not that they're bad thoughts, although they could be, they just take so long to think through, and I can't sleep until I've thought of them all. Unfortunately, the less I sleep the longer it takes for me to think, and I never quite reach some conclusions that I feel are just within reach.
Anyway, I think I'm going to start hallucinating so I'm going to go get a good three hours' rest.
Anyway, I think I'm going to start hallucinating so I'm going to go get a good three hours' rest.
Oh, and don't forget "platitudinous!"
Am I insane?
flabberjaggle.
I wanted to.. I really wanted to tell her.. that I just wanted to get it over with. I just wanted to tell her what a relief it would be to forget the world for a few moments, if any, if at all possible, and that's really what I wanted to do, but an hour later I wrote about playing some game with a person of ambiguous existence.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Hmmmmm (part three)
New Scenario:
The edges that define the "portal" between the never-ending space and the space we live in are extremely nebulous.
You would just sort of pass through, although the time it takes to pass would be so brief that you would not notice, to this alternate dimension. What you step into is determined by the time period at which you enter the new dimension. If enough time has been allowed, you may not even notice the difference. This however allows for some ambiguity as well, since human senses are not accurate enough to notice many instant changes in their lives. Did you take an exact note of the location of your toothbrush this morning, to the extent that you would notice if it were moved a quarter-inch to the left? This may seem insignificant, but that's exactly the point. You don't notice the ensuing course of events, and the difference between those events and the events that would have transpired if your toothbrush had not been touched by any forces at all. But that's impossible, considering that the random forces of pressure may have moved it somehow, in any direction for any length however immeasurable. But you may never know the difference.
The edges that define the "portal" between the never-ending space and the space we live in are extremely nebulous.
You would just sort of pass through, although the time it takes to pass would be so brief that you would not notice, to this alternate dimension. What you step into is determined by the time period at which you enter the new dimension. If enough time has been allowed, you may not even notice the difference. This however allows for some ambiguity as well, since human senses are not accurate enough to notice many instant changes in their lives. Did you take an exact note of the location of your toothbrush this morning, to the extent that you would notice if it were moved a quarter-inch to the left? This may seem insignificant, but that's exactly the point. You don't notice the ensuing course of events, and the difference between those events and the events that would have transpired if your toothbrush had not been touched by any forces at all. But that's impossible, considering that the random forces of pressure may have moved it somehow, in any direction for any length however immeasurable. But you may never know the difference.
Hmmmmm (part two)
Right now I am thinking of falling down (or up or across) an endless space. Nevermind how I got there, I'm just there. I would write the tales of my journey along the edges of the space, you know for future inhabitants. Well, what if it did not have edges? What if it were basically just a circle and once you have passed through it, you kept going exactly in that direction forever?
Or at least until your entire composition decomposes.. but through the law of conservation of matter, wouldn't something remain of your existence?
Well let's assume that this particular endless, alternate dimension has dimensions, like walls, like, it's more like a pit. I would write the manuscript for living the perfect, short, indeterminable life. Followed effectively, it will become apparent that only you will be able to prove that you existed. Disbelievers would try and try to edit my original text and create something more productive with what's left of their indeterminably brief life in the pit. All they would end up doing is confusing a lot of people. By the time someone figures out what sort of logic they were trying to convey, it will be too late, and what ever revelation they might have reached will die with them.
Until groups of beings enter the pit. Assuming they can coordinate ideas effectively, they'll continue organizing this mass of progressively confusing ideas and, eventually, create a consensus among their group. And this will become normal, abnormal really, the skewing of various conflicting truths. But at least, new inhabitants won't have to be as afraid as I was when I first entered. At least they will have something to believe in.
Or at least until your entire composition decomposes.. but through the law of conservation of matter, wouldn't something remain of your existence?
Well let's assume that this particular endless, alternate dimension has dimensions, like walls, like, it's more like a pit. I would write the manuscript for living the perfect, short, indeterminable life. Followed effectively, it will become apparent that only you will be able to prove that you existed. Disbelievers would try and try to edit my original text and create something more productive with what's left of their indeterminably brief life in the pit. All they would end up doing is confusing a lot of people. By the time someone figures out what sort of logic they were trying to convey, it will be too late, and what ever revelation they might have reached will die with them.
Until groups of beings enter the pit. Assuming they can coordinate ideas effectively, they'll continue organizing this mass of progressively confusing ideas and, eventually, create a consensus among their group. And this will become normal, abnormal really, the skewing of various conflicting truths. But at least, new inhabitants won't have to be as afraid as I was when I first entered. At least they will have something to believe in.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Hmmmmm
I want to not brush my teeth
For a year.
Then whatever teeth that are left will be all rotten and yellow.
Like the kind of yellow that you see in movies
When the main character decides to have eggs for breakfast,
Instead of bacon.
Anyway, I'll invest some money in one of those tooth-whitening strips, and cut it to apply to just one tooth. The contrast will make it appear to be whiter. Yeah, that is what I want to do with my life...
We're only a few decades away from everything being fed to us through a straw anyway.
For a year.
Then whatever teeth that are left will be all rotten and yellow.
Like the kind of yellow that you see in movies
When the main character decides to have eggs for breakfast,
Instead of bacon.
Anyway, I'll invest some money in one of those tooth-whitening strips, and cut it to apply to just one tooth. The contrast will make it appear to be whiter. Yeah, that is what I want to do with my life...
We're only a few decades away from everything being fed to us through a straw anyway.
The unavoidable heat will likely consume us all.
What is to become of this blog during summer?
What will I turn to to vent all of my frustrations and joys?
My highs and lows..
Where will they go....
(It's doubly pensive because it has twice the amount of periods as the line before it.)
Ohhh this reminds me of this one flash.
It's not in any way related to my thoughts of where my blog will go over the summer.
What will I turn to to vent all of my frustrations and joys?
My highs and lows..
Where will they go....
(It's doubly pensive because it has twice the amount of periods as the line before it.)
Ohhh this reminds me of this one flash.
It's not in any way related to my thoughts of where my blog will go over the summer.
Buttersafe.
This is the saddest little comic strip in the world...
They are not all sad, but that one is.
They are not all sad, but that one is.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Engulfed in the noise and the dust.
Whenever I see something beautiful in a book, I like to reread it two or three times over before I continue with the paragraph or the sentence. Then, I move on and forget about it, or in this case I write it on my arm. I remembered the exact wording of the phrase and even the placing of the passage on the page, but I could not remember the context.
"I was engulfed in the noise and the dust." -The Stranger
A truck had passed by Meursault and his buddy, Emmanuel, and they decide to hitch-hike it. They chase after it through the shipyard (they were observing the freighters in the harbor) and the entire time Meursault complains in his head. After finally boarding their transport Meursault is still complaining about the cloud of dust and sun while Emmanuel is laughing the oxygen from his lungs. This was the first time I noticed, or maybe it had caught up to me, that the author is taking this ordinary experience and truly maximizing the potential of it, by freezing it forever in art. As if, by somehow noting every minute detail of every mundane happening, every moment can become significant, because the way you remember it will be more enriched than what actually happened.
Or at least that is what it meant to me.
"I was engulfed in the noise and the dust." -The Stranger
A truck had passed by Meursault and his buddy, Emmanuel, and they decide to hitch-hike it. They chase after it through the shipyard (they were observing the freighters in the harbor) and the entire time Meursault complains in his head. After finally boarding their transport Meursault is still complaining about the cloud of dust and sun while Emmanuel is laughing the oxygen from his lungs. This was the first time I noticed, or maybe it had caught up to me, that the author is taking this ordinary experience and truly maximizing the potential of it, by freezing it forever in art. As if, by somehow noting every minute detail of every mundane happening, every moment can become significant, because the way you remember it will be more enriched than what actually happened.
Or at least that is what it meant to me.
Friday, June 5, 2009
That's what she said.
Hey There Delilah - Plain White T's
We are so far apart
But you are still (compliment) yes,
You are still (another compliment), yes.
We are so far apart
But hearing the sound of my generic singing voice will make it seem as if almost any other guy could be right by your side.
OH IT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DO TO ME (X4)!
(LAST SENTENCE FRAGMENT REPEATED FOR *DRUM-FUCKING-ROLL* EMOTIONAL EMPHASIS)
We are poor
But as accesibility increases and standards decrease, soon my generic singing voice might land us a cozy spot in a condo.
I want to say a lot more
But I don't know how. If everything I wrote would make you love me more then I'd write so many more songs, like at least five more, sounding exactly like this. Disregard the paradox that, if you really were this easily amused, then you would have fidelity issues because you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of anyone with a guitar. (Unless the singer really wants his girlfriend to be easy?)
OH IT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DO TO ME (X4)!
(LAST SENTENCE FRAGMENT LEFT OUT TO FLOW INTO THE NEXT SECTION, YEA IT'S NOT OVER YET)
We are 1000 miles away
but I would walk that distance just to be with you.
All our friends will laugh at us, but we know that they've never felt a love this generically.
Delilah I can promise you
that by the time that we get through
the world will never ever be the same
and you're to blaaaame
(This one I can't even make sense out of! It doesn't relate to ANYTHING else in the song! What are you doing that you'll be through with? Something bad, like shooting babies in the face? Then you're gonna blame her? Blame has a -negative- connotation!)
In two years, you'll be out of school, because you have no interesting values other than being a student, and by then your blandness will have provided me with so many generic songs that I will be worshiped as a god.
But please accept this, the first of my generic songs, as a token of my thanks for being so mediocre.
OH IT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DO TO ME (X4)!
(LAST SENTENCE FRAGMENT REPEATED FOR *DRUM-FUCKING-ROLL* EMOTIONAL EMPHASIS)
(30 MORE SECONDS OF ME 'OH'ING FOR EVEN MORE EMOTIONAL EMPHASIS BECAUSE REPEATING MYSELF IS THE ONLY TECHNIQUE I KNOW!)
*exhales* that was harder than I thought it would be.
We are so far apart
But you are still (compliment) yes,
You are still (another compliment), yes.
We are so far apart
But hearing the sound of my generic singing voice will make it seem as if almost any other guy could be right by your side.
OH IT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DO TO ME (X4)!
(LAST SENTENCE FRAGMENT REPEATED FOR *DRUM-FUCKING-ROLL* EMOTIONAL EMPHASIS)
We are poor
But as accesibility increases and standards decrease, soon my generic singing voice might land us a cozy spot in a condo.
I want to say a lot more
But I don't know how. If everything I wrote would make you love me more then I'd write so many more songs, like at least five more, sounding exactly like this. Disregard the paradox that, if you really were this easily amused, then you would have fidelity issues because you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of anyone with a guitar. (Unless the singer really wants his girlfriend to be easy?)
OH IT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DO TO ME (X4)!
(LAST SENTENCE FRAGMENT LEFT OUT TO FLOW INTO THE NEXT SECTION, YEA IT'S NOT OVER YET)
We are 1000 miles away
but I would walk that distance just to be with you.
All our friends will laugh at us, but we know that they've never felt a love this generically.
Delilah I can promise you
that by the time that we get through
the world will never ever be the same
and you're to blaaaame
(This one I can't even make sense out of! It doesn't relate to ANYTHING else in the song! What are you doing that you'll be through with? Something bad, like shooting babies in the face? Then you're gonna blame her? Blame has a -negative- connotation!)
In two years, you'll be out of school, because you have no interesting values other than being a student, and by then your blandness will have provided me with so many generic songs that I will be worshiped as a god.
But please accept this, the first of my generic songs, as a token of my thanks for being so mediocre.
OH IT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DO TO ME (X4)!
(LAST SENTENCE FRAGMENT REPEATED FOR *DRUM-FUCKING-ROLL* EMOTIONAL EMPHASIS)
(30 MORE SECONDS OF ME 'OH'ING FOR EVEN MORE EMOTIONAL EMPHASIS BECAUSE REPEATING MYSELF IS THE ONLY TECHNIQUE I KNOW!)
*exhales* that was harder than I thought it would be.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
*squirt, squirt*
After school, I went upstairs to take a shower, and when I came back, there was this huge bag full of like-colored, neon green water pistols, yes, water pistols, not "squirt guns". Conveniently, my friends called shortly after, so I burst out the door with three pistols, two in each hand, held behind my back, and one holstered in my back pocket, and began to point and go "bang, bang, bang!" I threw them off guard at first, but they soon retaliated so I threw the pistols at them and ran off, ducking behind a brick wall.
My heart's drum grew with the repetition of their foot steps.
"left right left right left right left right left right left right leftleftleft right right left right left right left right left right left right left rrrriiiiiiiiiiigggghhhtttt"
"Aha, there you are! Now, come on! You can't make it out alive! SURRENDERRR!"
"NEVERRRRRRR!! *spits*....... I have to pee."
OMFG BONUSES!!!
orgazmo - DJ Pavo & dj zany
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Man, Iowa smells like fish too!
Today, I stepped outside and I just felt so glad to be alive! Everything was suddenly vibrant and flowing and I got lost in the obscure order of details. With the haze gone from my brain, every sense, every sense stood out so distinctly that it was hard to keep track of all the feelings. When I finally gave up on organizing and decided to just feel, the feelings felt richer.
Battery Acid in My Veins?
Not that anyone cares but this is probably the set of albums that I will be writing about for that project in Miclette's class:
Wait.
That sounded horrible.
Let's try that again.
Not that anyone cares, but this is my set list (In no particular order):
0)(Album), (Artist)
1)Rage Against the Machine, Rage Against the Machine.
2)OK Computer, Radiohead.
3)Dookie (Maybe Insomniac), Green Day.
4)The Sufferer and the Witness, Rise Against.
5)Odelay!, Beck.
So, yea, it's pretty diverse I guess, but as a whole, I wouldn't describe my collection as "eclectic" because that's an asshole word when it's overused. I really want to write about Queens of the Stone Age because they are SO FUCKING AWESOME but I don't want to put -too- much stoner-rock on here. Plus, I don't really feel a bond with any of their albums, it's just good music.
Hm, keeping that in mind, I should probably switch Dookie for a Coldplay album, since I resonate with their songs more. Actually, I dunno. I used to listen to a lot of Coldplay when I was a little-eighth-grade-emo-kid, and that really helped me out with being alone and such, but Dookie reminds me of my life just after that point in my life. Dookie reminds me of blossoming, meeting more people and developing a (more) social personality. Gyahhhh I can't decide! And once I actually look at my collection, I'll change my mind again, since I just thought of all of these off the top of my head...
Wait.
That sounded horrible.
Let's try that again.
Not that anyone cares, but this is my set list (In no particular order):
0)(Album), (Artist)
1)Rage Against the Machine, Rage Against the Machine.
2)OK Computer, Radiohead.
3)Dookie (Maybe Insomniac), Green Day.
4)The Sufferer and the Witness, Rise Against.
5)Odelay!, Beck.
So, yea, it's pretty diverse I guess, but as a whole, I wouldn't describe my collection as "eclectic" because that's an asshole word when it's overused. I really want to write about Queens of the Stone Age because they are SO FUCKING AWESOME but I don't want to put -too- much stoner-rock on here. Plus, I don't really feel a bond with any of their albums, it's just good music.
Hm, keeping that in mind, I should probably switch Dookie for a Coldplay album, since I resonate with their songs more. Actually, I dunno. I used to listen to a lot of Coldplay when I was a little-eighth-grade-emo-kid, and that really helped me out with being alone and such, but Dookie reminds me of my life just after that point in my life. Dookie reminds me of blossoming, meeting more people and developing a (more) social personality. Gyahhhh I can't decide! And once I actually look at my collection, I'll change my mind again, since I just thought of all of these off the top of my head...
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