Laugh at Soph, for she is out of a loop. Few people at LC know, though. I mean, conversations lead to it sometimes, but it seems weird to say to some people, hey, I have a girlfriend now! Odd conversation starter, ya know? Props to Erin for an extremely long, extremely funny post. It was so Random and out there, that I thought michael was writing it until i saw your name at the end.
Everybody check out the lobby! Its on the links, its my new journal site.
Hey, I have a girlfriend now!
29 February 2004
Jonah Refused To Title This So Michael Did It For Him
Erin, thanks for showing Soph what a decent-lengthed, interesting post looks like. I think you get extra lint for that. Thomas, you recieve the shame hat tonight. Rules of the shame hat: It is worn until you post a post with atleast a hundred DIFFERENT words. It would have just been until you post, but Nate and Sophia made me add the qualifiers. There are instances wherein you can not wear the hat, such as the shower or while eating or praying or while the National Anthem is being played. But generally, wear the hat. If Marten reports to me that you are not wearing the hat we will devise stronger punishments.
Now, match-up time! Results of the last match: It was cancelled on account of rain and will be rescheduled to late 2005. New match: A super-intelligent toothpick vs Alex Trebeck's hair in a competition to see who can take over the world first. The only rules are no Microsoft and no Easy Cheese.
Now, onto business:
I have nothing to say.
Thank you
Now, match-up time! Results of the last match: It was cancelled on account of rain and will be rescheduled to late 2005. New match: A super-intelligent toothpick vs Alex Trebeck's hair in a competition to see who can take over the world first. The only rules are no Microsoft and no Easy Cheese.
Now, onto business:
I have nothing to say.
Thank you
I can't be having with any of this.
Yesterday was the most amazing day in the history of life in my house. I should have my own journal just so that I could write about it, but instead I'll write about it here.
It all began on Friday. Actually it began a few weeks ago when my grandmother brought over several pairs of underwear that were to big for her and thought that my mom might want them. She didn't. Fast-forward to Friday. Not having learned a single blessed thing and greatly overestimating my ass, Grandma brought over a pair of her underwear that were too small, thinking that I might want them. I don't. But my brother saw them and started teasing me about possibly keeping them. So, while he was in the shower, my mom prompted me to put them in his bed. I did so.
The next day at lunch, I asked if he had found them. Mom said yes, and he had put them on her head. He said that he'd found them at the foot of his bed. Mom told him that during the night they had been in his bed. "You slept with Grandma's underwear," she said. He immediately began to plot revenge.
That night, my mom discovered that all of her underpants were gone. Really gone. And in their place was an opera-ghost-like note declaring that there was no point in asking where they had gone, for revenge had begun so beware, etc.
Conveniently, my brother was in the shower again. He wouldn't say where the underwear had gone. While I combed the house, my mom turned on hot water in all the faucets hoping to give him a very cold shower. When she realized this would take too long, she filled a cup with ice cold water and poured it into the shower and onto the little miscreant's head. Still, he would not speak. So mom took all the towels out of the bathroom.
A moment later she realized that his pajamas were still in there, but by then he had locked the door. At first she tried to pick the lock with a bobby pin, but then we broke out the heavy machinery and removed the doorknob.
For some reason this didn't work, and by now the boy was out of the shower. Still no sign of the underwear. That was when he informed me that I hadn't even found out what revenge he had wreaked on me yet. I went into my room to discover what he had done.
The worst thing possible was that he had messed with my notebooks or folders or papers that are scattered about my room. He didn't do that. But he did do the second worst thing. He took my teddy bear. If you've ever been in my room, which none of you have, you'll know that I have several stuffed animals. But there is only one that matters. He is the definitive childhood teddy bear. And he was gone. I looked through the house again, but he was nowhere to be found.
About fifteen minutes passed. My mom couldn't get the knob back on the door until my brother unlocked it. He couldn't unlock it until the doorknob was back on. So, finally, he held his side of the knob in place while mom replaced her end and he unlocked the door. Then he went to hide behind the shower curtain because he was still naked. Bad move. And he still wouldn't reveal the location of the stolen things. Worse move. We took his pajamas.
Altogether, I would say that my brother was in the bathroom for about two hours last night. After his pajamas were gone, he refused to come out. We said we would give his pajamas back when he told us where our stuff was. He said he would tell us where our stuff was when he had his pajamas back. It was a standoff.
For me, it had stopped being so much fun when Teddy went missing. I suspect that my brother wouldn't hesitate to destroy the bear if he was upset enough. My mother gave up and we into her room to watch TV, waiting for him to streak across the hall. I sat in the hall and watched the door menacingly, preparing to shoot him when he emerged like I was Natalie Portman and he was a Yankee soldier threatening the safety of the World's Largest Baby.
After awhile I realized this was impossible because I had no rifle, so I went into his room again to search. This time I was successful. He had put my poor bear into his bass drum. He had played his damn drum set while poor Teddy was inside! I dismantled the front of the drum and rescued my teddy bear. Mom's underwear was still missing. Mom told me to leave the front of the drum dismantled.
After a few more minutes, Mom gave my brother his pajamas and told him to give her her underwear and he was grounded. When he realized she was serious, he did has he was told. It had been locked in a trunk in his closet.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the most exciting thing that has happened in my house since I have lived there.
(Wow. Just like Sassy.)
Everybody, the Oscars are tonight, and if Renee Zellweger doesn't win, I want notes of consolation from all of you.
Tammy's testicle ad may compromise our ability to win this task.
It all began on Friday. Actually it began a few weeks ago when my grandmother brought over several pairs of underwear that were to big for her and thought that my mom might want them. She didn't. Fast-forward to Friday. Not having learned a single blessed thing and greatly overestimating my ass, Grandma brought over a pair of her underwear that were too small, thinking that I might want them. I don't. But my brother saw them and started teasing me about possibly keeping them. So, while he was in the shower, my mom prompted me to put them in his bed. I did so.
The next day at lunch, I asked if he had found them. Mom said yes, and he had put them on her head. He said that he'd found them at the foot of his bed. Mom told him that during the night they had been in his bed. "You slept with Grandma's underwear," she said. He immediately began to plot revenge.
That night, my mom discovered that all of her underpants were gone. Really gone. And in their place was an opera-ghost-like note declaring that there was no point in asking where they had gone, for revenge had begun so beware, etc.
Conveniently, my brother was in the shower again. He wouldn't say where the underwear had gone. While I combed the house, my mom turned on hot water in all the faucets hoping to give him a very cold shower. When she realized this would take too long, she filled a cup with ice cold water and poured it into the shower and onto the little miscreant's head. Still, he would not speak. So mom took all the towels out of the bathroom.
A moment later she realized that his pajamas were still in there, but by then he had locked the door. At first she tried to pick the lock with a bobby pin, but then we broke out the heavy machinery and removed the doorknob.
For some reason this didn't work, and by now the boy was out of the shower. Still no sign of the underwear. That was when he informed me that I hadn't even found out what revenge he had wreaked on me yet. I went into my room to discover what he had done.
The worst thing possible was that he had messed with my notebooks or folders or papers that are scattered about my room. He didn't do that. But he did do the second worst thing. He took my teddy bear. If you've ever been in my room, which none of you have, you'll know that I have several stuffed animals. But there is only one that matters. He is the definitive childhood teddy bear. And he was gone. I looked through the house again, but he was nowhere to be found.
About fifteen minutes passed. My mom couldn't get the knob back on the door until my brother unlocked it. He couldn't unlock it until the doorknob was back on. So, finally, he held his side of the knob in place while mom replaced her end and he unlocked the door. Then he went to hide behind the shower curtain because he was still naked. Bad move. And he still wouldn't reveal the location of the stolen things. Worse move. We took his pajamas.
Altogether, I would say that my brother was in the bathroom for about two hours last night. After his pajamas were gone, he refused to come out. We said we would give his pajamas back when he told us where our stuff was. He said he would tell us where our stuff was when he had his pajamas back. It was a standoff.
For me, it had stopped being so much fun when Teddy went missing. I suspect that my brother wouldn't hesitate to destroy the bear if he was upset enough. My mother gave up and we into her room to watch TV, waiting for him to streak across the hall. I sat in the hall and watched the door menacingly, preparing to shoot him when he emerged like I was Natalie Portman and he was a Yankee soldier threatening the safety of the World's Largest Baby.
After awhile I realized this was impossible because I had no rifle, so I went into his room again to search. This time I was successful. He had put my poor bear into his bass drum. He had played his damn drum set while poor Teddy was inside! I dismantled the front of the drum and rescued my teddy bear. Mom's underwear was still missing. Mom told me to leave the front of the drum dismantled.
After a few more minutes, Mom gave my brother his pajamas and told him to give her her underwear and he was grounded. When he realized she was serious, he did has he was told. It had been locked in a trunk in his closet.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the most exciting thing that has happened in my house since I have lived there.
(Wow. Just like Sassy.)
Everybody, the Oscars are tonight, and if Renee Zellweger doesn't win, I want notes of consolation from all of you.
Tammy's testicle ad may compromise our ability to win this task.
28 February 2004
Letters to Satan
WHOA! YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!
Tammy's testicle ad may compromise our ability to win this task.
Tammy's testicle ad may compromise our ability to win this task.
Problems: We aren't Ninjas
I had the weirdest day at the gun show. A random redhead started talking to me, and I ended up with her address. House address. She's an hour away, so calling would be expensive, and she doesn't have a computer. So summing up. Random cute redhead gives marten, who has a girlfriend now for those who don't know, her address. I have to write letters now. I mean, what can I do? She's going to find me at the next event anyway, so I cant ignore her. Besides, she seemed cool, I don't want to be mean. But Kaylee will definately be a subject of my first letter, so she doesn't get any ideas.
Tammy's testicle ad may compromise our ability to win this task.
Tammy's testicle ad may compromise our ability to win this task.
26 February 2004
The Cell Phones
lol running out of stupid band names. Nurr. Anyways, when do auditions start for the musical and what do you need to audition? And, yes, I do think that these short posts get me off the hook. Ha. You lose.
Shut up, Carrie. You don't want a baby. You want shoes.
Shut up, Carrie. You don't want a baby. You want shoes.
24 February 2004
Somebody hit me with a rock so I shut up
The LN blog will go online (and have a name) when I feel like it, If it happens at all. That is all I actually have to say. But since Jonah wants a long post, I will just type it again and again. The LN blog will go online (and have a name) when I feel like it, If it happens at all. That is all I actually have to say. But since Jonah wants a long post, I will just type it again and again. The LN blog will go online (Give Nathan money) when I feel like it, If it happens at all. That is all I actually have to say. But since Jonah wants a long post, I will just type it again and again.The LN blog will go online (and have a name) when I feel like it, If it happens at all. That is all I actually have to say. But since Jonah wants a long post, I will just type it again and again. The LN blog will go online (and have a name) when I feel like it, If it happens at all. That is all I actually have to say. But since Jonah wants a long post, I will just type it again and again. The LN blog will go online (Sophia take off your clothes) when I feel like it, If it happens at all. That is all I actually have to say. But since Jonah wants a long post, I will just type it again and again. The LN blog will go online (and have a name) when I feel like it, If it happens at all. That is all I actually have to say. But since Jonah wants a long post, I will just type it again and again. The LN blog will go online (and have a name) when I feel like it, If it happens at all. That is all I actually have to say. But since Jonah wants a long post, I will just type it again and again. The LN blog will go online (Nathan is Sexy) when I feel like it, If it happens at all. That is all I actually have to say. But since Jonah wants a long post, I will just type it again and again. The LN blog will go online (and have a name) when I feel like it, If it happens at all. That is all I actually have to say. But since Jonah wants a long post, I will just type it again and again. The LN blog will go online (and have a name) when I feel like it, If it happens at all. That is all I actually have to say. But since Jonah wants a long post, I will just type it again and again. The LN blog will go online (and have a name) when I feel like it, If it happens at all. That is all I actually have to say. But since Jonah wants a long post, I will just type it again and again. The LN blog will go online (and have a name) when I feel like it, If it happens at all. That is all I actually have to say. But since Jonah wants a long post, I will just type it again and again. The LN blog will go online (and have a name) when I feel like it, If it happens at all. That is all I actually have to say. But since Jonah wants a long post, I will just type it again and again. Is that long enough, Jonah? I hope so. I can only copy & Paste so long, you know.
A Richness of Martens
Or rather, of Marten, who won the quarter. Michael got the cough drop and Erin, the next time I see her, will be awarded the lint. Sophia and Nathan get imaginary cookies. Thomas, however, has not posted and will recieve the hat of shame. This is a paper hat that says SHAME on it in big black letters.
Now, Match up time.
I put a lot of thought into the last match-up and decided that Stephen Sondheim, as a composer, might get distracted by the pitch and rythm of the little "bloop" noises and lose. The pitbull, however, as a pitbull, has no opposable thumbs and isn't tall enough to reach the controls, so old Steve only has to hit the ball once. Winner: Stephen Sondheim.
Next: Claire Danes VS Natalie Portman in a waffle-eating contest. Only the catch is that they are also riding on unicycles, and to win, one must eat the most waffles and survive the obstacle course without falling off of the unicycle. Claire Danes is equipped with an industrial strength vacuum cleaner, and Natalie Portman has a huge autographed picture of the pope.
So, now, to business. Michael - I am intrigued. What does this bandwagon jumping entail? Just that comic, or perhaps others?
Nate and Soph - Do you think those little short posts get you off the hook? I want real posts or you'll all be wearing SHAME accessories. (Personal Note: Must find a way to keep SHAME gear from becoming fashionable.)
Marten- Today is the day I abuse an admin power.
But you also find yourself saying 'Natalie, if you screw that up again I'll set you on fire.'
Now, Match up time.
I put a lot of thought into the last match-up and decided that Stephen Sondheim, as a composer, might get distracted by the pitch and rythm of the little "bloop" noises and lose. The pitbull, however, as a pitbull, has no opposable thumbs and isn't tall enough to reach the controls, so old Steve only has to hit the ball once. Winner: Stephen Sondheim.
Next: Claire Danes VS Natalie Portman in a waffle-eating contest. Only the catch is that they are also riding on unicycles, and to win, one must eat the most waffles and survive the obstacle course without falling off of the unicycle. Claire Danes is equipped with an industrial strength vacuum cleaner, and Natalie Portman has a huge autographed picture of the pope.
So, now, to business. Michael - I am intrigued. What does this bandwagon jumping entail? Just that comic, or perhaps others?
Nate and Soph - Do you think those little short posts get you off the hook? I want real posts or you'll all be wearing SHAME accessories. (Personal Note: Must find a way to keep SHAME gear from becoming fashionable.)
Marten- Today is the day I abuse an admin power.
But you also find yourself saying 'Natalie, if you screw that up again I'll set you on fire.'
I'm a Dancing Fool!
Number one reason I haven't been posting lately:
Eighteen hour show choir competition. It was really fun, though. There was breakdancing and everything.
But I have had no sleep. I require sleep to post. Or at least I thought I did. But apparently not. Anyway, since then I can't stop dancing. Whenever I hear a song I choreograph it in my head. I think I may be turning into Micheal Humphrey.
Marten, does Kaylee read this blog? It's just something I'd like to know.
But you also find yourself saying 'Natalie, if you screw that up again I'll set you on fire.'
Eighteen hour show choir competition. It was really fun, though. There was breakdancing and everything.
But I have had no sleep. I require sleep to post. Or at least I thought I did. But apparently not. Anyway, since then I can't stop dancing. Whenever I hear a song I choreograph it in my head. I think I may be turning into Micheal Humphrey.
Marten, does Kaylee read this blog? It's just something I'd like to know.
But you also find yourself saying 'Natalie, if you screw that up again I'll set you on fire.'
23 February 2004
Heartbreakers
Yo. Word. Fo' Shizzle. lol okay, sorry. I'm okay. I'm posting...yay! I'm alive! I've been reading...just too lazy to actually WRITE. You know how it is, I'm sure. So there you are!
But you also find yourself saying 'Natalie, if you screw that up again I'll set you on fire.'
But you also find yourself saying 'Natalie, if you screw that up again I'll set you on fire.'
They call down the weather and then they stand in the rain and say, "Shit, it's rainin'!"
Um... not much is going on in my life. But I'm posting, for it has been commanded. I saw Cold Mountain. Renee Zellwegger kicked ass and earned all the awards she has won and/or will win on Sunday, Nicole Kidman was pretty and sad, Jude Law was sad and died, and Natalie Portman made a stirring appearance as the widowed and lonely mother of the world's largest baby. (It looked about half the size she is, probably partly 'cause she's so small.) She cried and then was almost raped and then shot a guy. Hooray. Jude Law is cute but not so much so with a beard. That's about all I have to say about that.
LC Players sucks. More on this later.
If I'm going to read The Other Side of the Corndog, or whatever it's called, somebody has to tell me exactly what it is. Either no one's ever said or I've missed it somewhere.
But you also find yourself saying 'Natalie, if you screw that up again I'll set you on fire.'
LC Players sucks. More on this later.
If I'm going to read The Other Side of the Corndog, or whatever it's called, somebody has to tell me exactly what it is. Either no one's ever said or I've missed it somewhere.
But you also find yourself saying 'Natalie, if you screw that up again I'll set you on fire.'
22 February 2004
Yay! Worky! hail omnissah. ~Me, at the Lobby
I'm betting on Steve, as rabid pittbulls suck at pong. It might win at a game of snood, however.
Michael, you are disqualified from the jonah's pocket sweepstakes because you had been posting. That means I get all the lint, the loot, and everything else at youth group.
I must appologize for the cuelty of my parents. If it makes you feel better, I'm at my computer unable to work on my report because of my dad's horrible guitar playing. You try and think with this racket.
Jonah, I don't understand the new scheme.
Everyone else, post, for the Admin. commands it. So the rest of you are also Admin.s, but I am the origional. It's like vampires. I'm the Admin. King. But thats about it. I have nothing else to say. Except that I took Kaylee out to see Tech's Faculty musical! Well, technically my dad took us, as well as my sisters, but we had fun anyway. More on this later, probably in the lobby(check the new links)
There are times for breaking down, and then there are times to get Funky. This is one ofthose Funky times
Michael, you are disqualified from the jonah's pocket sweepstakes because you had been posting. That means I get all the lint, the loot, and everything else at youth group.
I must appologize for the cuelty of my parents. If it makes you feel better, I'm at my computer unable to work on my report because of my dad's horrible guitar playing. You try and think with this racket.
Jonah, I don't understand the new scheme.
Everyone else, post, for the Admin. commands it. So the rest of you are also Admin.s, but I am the origional. It's like vampires. I'm the Admin. King. But thats about it. I have nothing else to say. Except that I took Kaylee out to see Tech's Faculty musical! Well, technically my dad took us, as well as my sisters, but we had fun anyway. More on this later, probably in the lobby(check the new links)
There are times for breaking down, and then there are times to get Funky. This is one ofthose Funky times
20 February 2004
A Sloth of Bears
It's 10:06 and I have to be at school at 6:30 tomorrow morning, but for the love of the blog, I'm posting anyway! Let this be an example to you all.
Anyway... Match up time. The monkey was eliminated after it starved to death out of fear of eating the wrong bananas. Patrick Moore tried to use his Xylophone skills to make the dancing Martians attack, but they were to caught up watching Lardman dance. Meanwhile, the snake bit Patrick, the badgers out-danced Lardman and shamed him out of the cage, and the mushrooms ate the aliens. This seemed like a shoe-in for the badger-mushroom-snake team, but the wrong bananas themselves came out of nowhere and defeated them, which goes to show you that you can't underestimate a banana (a recurring theme in my work, as Corndog readers can testify to.
Next match-up: A single game of the original Pong between Steven Sondheim and a rabid pittbull.
So, in other news, I finally saw Camp!. If you haven't seen it yet you don't know what you're missing. Sexual confusion, musical numbers, and big-hair are just a few reasons. Also the randomly appearing main title which is sometimes backwards.
I'm going to a speech meet tomorrow to compete in Poetry. I swore I would never do that again, because the only poems I do are humorous, whereas the only poems that place are written by 7-year-olds with cancer about life in Auschwitz. And if you've got a poem like that (and 90% of them do, 70% probably have the same cancer-holocaust poem) who needs talent? Meanwhile, the three of us out to prove that it doesn't have to be depressing to be poetry get consistently creamed. Ah well. Btw, I'd encourage you all to head down to Michael's new site and post more comments that disagree with him about Euchre, but first - POST HERE!!!
As in incentive, the next person to post will get a quarter or a cough drop or a piece of lint or something the next time I see them. For FREE.
It's the smell of freedom... and the chemicals with which they treat your dashboard.
P.S. Isn't it weird that the Blogger spell check doesn't know the word Blog?
Anyway... Match up time. The monkey was eliminated after it starved to death out of fear of eating the wrong bananas. Patrick Moore tried to use his Xylophone skills to make the dancing Martians attack, but they were to caught up watching Lardman dance. Meanwhile, the snake bit Patrick, the badgers out-danced Lardman and shamed him out of the cage, and the mushrooms ate the aliens. This seemed like a shoe-in for the badger-mushroom-snake team, but the wrong bananas themselves came out of nowhere and defeated them, which goes to show you that you can't underestimate a banana (a recurring theme in my work, as Corndog readers can testify to.
Next match-up: A single game of the original Pong between Steven Sondheim and a rabid pittbull.
So, in other news, I finally saw Camp!. If you haven't seen it yet you don't know what you're missing. Sexual confusion, musical numbers, and big-hair are just a few reasons. Also the randomly appearing main title which is sometimes backwards.
I'm going to a speech meet tomorrow to compete in Poetry. I swore I would never do that again, because the only poems I do are humorous, whereas the only poems that place are written by 7-year-olds with cancer about life in Auschwitz. And if you've got a poem like that (and 90% of them do, 70% probably have the same cancer-holocaust poem) who needs talent? Meanwhile, the three of us out to prove that it doesn't have to be depressing to be poetry get consistently creamed. Ah well. Btw, I'd encourage you all to head down to Michael's new site and post more comments that disagree with him about Euchre, but first - POST HERE!!!
As in incentive, the next person to post will get a quarter or a cough drop or a piece of lint or something the next time I see them. For FREE.
It's the smell of freedom... and the chemicals with which they treat your dashboard.
P.S. Isn't it weird that the Blogger spell check doesn't know the word Blog?
16 February 2004
Give me a head of hair, long beautiful Hair!
My haircut sucks. The woman cut off way to much and now I have androgynous 80's hair. I'm not in the best mood ever. Also, I'm going back to my old title scheme with slight modification. Songs from musicals, names of musicals, and quotes from musicals. It will not change again.
And the good news. This is the last braces wire I'll ever wear! April 7th they come off for good!
JournalCon was fun, but you could be having sex with Yoko Ono right now! And compared to that....
I still prefer JournalCon. Definately.
And the good news. This is the last braces wire I'll ever wear! April 7th they come off for good!
JournalCon was fun, but you could be having sex with Yoko Ono right now! And compared to that....
I still prefer JournalCon. Definately.
15 February 2004
Super-16-ers
lol woo hoo! I'm going to be 16 in less than...uhhh...5 hours! Yayness! Happy birthday to MEEEE. Sorry guys. And i'm really sorry about JournalCon...it sounded like a lot of fun. :(. I went out to dinner with my dad for my birthday. It was nice. But you guys are nice, too. :( :( :D lol, I'm confused about my smileys. :D
But you could be having sex with Yoko Ono right now!
But you could be having sex with Yoko Ono right now!
What a bulleye, huh?
I only pressed post, not post and publish with that last entry, and I want to make sure it gets up, so I'm posting it again. Sorry for the inconvenience.
JournalCon was fun. Even though I only sat through two episodes of Sports Night. And wasn't really paying attention to them, but rather to the journal of Anakin Skywalker, which was, well... wizard.
And let me be the first person to annoy Michael and say...
"Chicago Chicago Chicago Chicago Chicago TORONTO!"
But you could be having sex with Yoko Ono right now!
JournalCon was fun. Even though I only sat through two episodes of Sports Night. And wasn't really paying attention to them, but rather to the journal of Anakin Skywalker, which was, well... wizard.
And let me be the first person to annoy Michael and say...
"Chicago Chicago Chicago Chicago Chicago TORONTO!"
But you could be having sex with Yoko Ono right now!
11 February 2004
Well, rotate my vertaces and call me a trapezoid ~Triangle and Robert
Huzzah! New schemes, and journalcon is finally happening. Chicago is a must at some point. For some reason I still don't own it. I also must show those of you who are familiar with Triangle and Robert, namely Nathan and Jonah, my new parody. I got bored in math and started drawing polygons, and it turned into an alternate T&R universe. Enter: Thomas and Rhombus. Its not just a crappy hack of the origional, Ive got interesting ideas, it works. just read it. Its wacky and absurd in a whole new sense of the word(s).
I don't like Phillipy. I do like showing him up with well done assignments. The battle continues.
History is a giant crack. Sorry, I couldn't help myself
I don't like Phillipy. I do like showing him up with well done assignments. The battle continues.
History is a giant crack. Sorry, I couldn't help myself
10 February 2004
A Barrel of Monkeys
At the suggestion of Michael, my new title scheme is animal group names. When I run out, 'll make them up. The winner of the last match-up is Mary Poppins, which is surprising insofaras she wasn't a competitor. See, Larry ate his mount and his lance, and Helen Keller headed off in the wrong direction. Neither of them really won, so Mary Poppins was declared the winner by default, as was laid out in the original plan.
The New match-up:
Who would win in a steel cage death match between Patrick Moore (with Xylophone), a badger (with mushroom and optional snake), a monkey (with the wrong bananas), and Lardman (whose life is an exciting adventure). Feel free to post comments on how the match might play out or comments to the effect of "You are a silly English Kee-Niggit!" For Research: www.weebls-stuff.com and Rather Good
Journalcon will be Bizzawesome I am sure, and I will be there with or without bells on, probably without.
Those of you who are not reading Tales from the Other Side of the Corndog are doing yourselves a disservice.
Or atleast doing me a disservice. Anyway, Erin atleast understands the importance of feedback for good writing, so read and post please.
History is about to crack wide open. Hold on to something.
The New match-up:
Who would win in a steel cage death match between Patrick Moore (with Xylophone), a badger (with mushroom and optional snake), a monkey (with the wrong bananas), and Lardman (whose life is an exciting adventure). Feel free to post comments on how the match might play out or comments to the effect of "You are a silly English Kee-Niggit!" For Research: www.weebls-stuff.com and Rather Good
Journalcon will be Bizzawesome I am sure, and I will be there with or without bells on, probably without.
Those of you who are not reading Tales from the Other Side of the Corndog are doing yourselves a disservice.
Or atleast doing me a disservice. Anyway, Erin atleast understands the importance of feedback for good writing, so read and post please.
History is about to crack wide open. Hold on to something.
08 February 2004
The Snicker-doodles!
Hmm...wonder why I hadn't thought of that before. Oh well. Anyways, I'm SUPER hyper, as I'm sure Nathan could ((uhhh...shoot...what's the word...)) tell. Um, yeah. So I'm alive, too, and just thought you might care to know that. Oh, and the play last night wasn't THAT bad. It was kinda funny. On the scary side of funny. haha. ::shriek:: That kind of funny. :D
AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!! IIIIITTTTTCCCCCHHHHHH!!!!
History is about to crack wide open. Millennium Approaches.
AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!! IIIIITTTTTCCCCCHHHHHH!!!!
History is about to crack wide open. Millennium Approaches.
05 February 2004
This post unintentionally left untitled
Thats it. everyone has admin powers. Abuse them and the blog falls.
The vegetable must be destroyed!
The vegetable must be destroyed!
And the new title scheme is...
Not going to be announced yet. Just popping in to say I am alive and I want to keep you in suspense a little longer. BWA-HA-HA-HA!!!!
The vegetable must NOT be destroyed!
The vegetable must NOT be destroyed!
If you strike me down, I will become more powerful than you can possibly imagine
The new title scheme is in, it is science fiction quotes. Which means mostly Star Wars, Trek, Gate and really good Babylon 5 or Farscape or some even more obscure show. Musical songs was getting tedious.
I want admin powers. If you give me admin powers, I will give you chocolate. if you don't, I will kill this innocent little llama. The choice is yours.
There is now one major male part in the musical left to assign, and three guys left without parts. The other two are both dancers who can't act (or, in Micheal's[not you!] case, sing). Which means, most likely, Chad will get two parts. Barring that, I probably have it, but I really wish she'd announce it soon.
I have decided not to do choir next year. I'm probably going to take LNTV instead.
Good luck tonight to Marten and Erin. Nothing else to say.
The vegetable must be destroyed! Cast it into the garden in which it was grown!
I want admin powers. If you give me admin powers, I will give you chocolate. if you don't, I will kill this innocent little llama. The choice is yours.
There is now one major male part in the musical left to assign, and three guys left without parts. The other two are both dancers who can't act (or, in Micheal's[not you!] case, sing). Which means, most likely, Chad will get two parts. Barring that, I probably have it, but I really wish she'd announce it soon.
I have decided not to do choir next year. I'm probably going to take LNTV instead.
Good luck tonight to Marten and Erin. Nothing else to say.
The vegetable must be destroyed! Cast it into the garden in which it was grown!
04 February 2004
This post intentionally left untitled.
I couldn't help meself, It really was Michael. I don't know how he did it. I wont have many updates, because of said play. That is all. Now back to you're regularly scheduled blogging.
The vegetable must be destroyed!
The vegetable must be destroyed!
01 February 2004
Yippee!
Okay, that last post was short just so that I'd win in the contest I had going with Marten over who could post that tickets were on sale first. As far as further information goes, they are 6 and 8 dollars at the LC box office. If you buy them on Tuesday you get entered in a raffle to win a hundred dollar Simon Mall gift certificate.
Design for Murder kicks ass. It has murder and intrigue and peope oozing sex and me in a wig. It's really a good play, which is why we blew everyone else out of the water at regionals yesterday.
I don't want to comment on the other plays there. That would make me sad. Except to say that the straight version of the Scarlet Pimpernel was the worst one, and one of the people in the cast wore tennis shoes. In Cheaper By the Dozen almost everyone wore no shoes. And the name of one of the chorus girls in Little Shop was Bingbing Chu. I am not making this up.
Stop Kemps, We're Playing Euchre!
Design for Murder kicks ass. It has murder and intrigue and peope oozing sex and me in a wig. It's really a good play, which is why we blew everyone else out of the water at regionals yesterday.
I don't want to comment on the other plays there. That would make me sad. Except to say that the straight version of the Scarlet Pimpernel was the worst one, and one of the people in the cast wore tennis shoes. In Cheaper By the Dozen almost everyone wore no shoes. And the name of one of the chorus girls in Little Shop was Bingbing Chu. I am not making this up.
Stop Kemps, We're Playing Euchre!
they were always winning... unless they lost
Tickets for the Thespian play are now on sale!
Stop Kemps, We're Playing Euchre!
Stop Kemps, We're Playing Euchre!
You're awfully short for an elf trooper- Sluggy Freelance
Got back from Thespian regional conference last night. To sum it up, everybody sucked but us, with the exception of Why Do We Laugh, and the dentist's pants in Little shop of Horrors. I'll leave the rest of the actual plays to Erin.
I signed up for an Improv workshop, which would be more fun if almost everyone didn't suck at it. Questions only was fun, though, I wiped the floor with those would-be Inquisitors.
Michael-When did you see the books? Did you see my The Almost Complete Works of?
Nate-We don't constantly talk of lc teachers. I just described him, anyway, rather than just throwing him i a post expecting you to know about him. And I'm with Michael on the matter of recruitment, we have plenty of bloggers. Maybe you should start a mostly LN blog. Only you, Jonah and I even know Tyler and Paul, so you could be admin to a sort of sister blog to Compendium. An affiliate, if you will.
Everyone-Buy tickets for Design for murder! Its good! details from erin, cuz she already posted it!
The vegetable must be destroyed!
I signed up for an Improv workshop, which would be more fun if almost everyone didn't suck at it. Questions only was fun, though, I wiped the floor with those would-be Inquisitors.
Michael-When did you see the books? Did you see my The Almost Complete Works of?
Nate-We don't constantly talk of lc teachers. I just described him, anyway, rather than just throwing him i a post expecting you to know about him. And I'm with Michael on the matter of recruitment, we have plenty of bloggers. Maybe you should start a mostly LN blog. Only you, Jonah and I even know Tyler and Paul, so you could be admin to a sort of sister blog to Compendium. An affiliate, if you will.
Everyone-Buy tickets for Design for murder! Its good! details from erin, cuz she already posted it!
The vegetable must be destroyed!
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