It's this blasted puberty.

SNOW!!

2007-01-29T13:59:00.000-05:00

Yay for snow days! And for this being only the third one of the year!

Even though I only had a dusting at my house that is melting as we speak.

Oh, and why does nobody post anymore?

NaNo WriMo Thread

2006-11-02T22:42:00.000-05:00

For all that novelty puss and a gook you need to leak out, even that that will probably go right back into your nano... Do comment please.

...

2006-10-08T19:09:00.000-04:00

TO ALL BLOGGING PEOPLE USING THIS BLOG: please do not let this pretty green blog die of neglect. Thanks and good day, ^_^

Back in the day

2006-09-10T21:05:00.000-04:00

So, remember the infancy of the Geek Blog, when we were young and naive and altogether hopeless? And when Blogger liked to delete things at random? And when I thought it would be a good idea to have Blogger e-mail me all the updates that came through here?

Yeah, me neither. Which was why I was surprised when I found this in my e-mail archives. It is Meg, cursing Jonathan. I think you'll find Blogger ate the original post, so it is a Rare Find, or at least interesting. It also might generate some sorely needed discussion. Observe!

"In what language would you like me to curse him? Do you want profanity or magic or what?
Double double toil and trouble, make Shine get on his computer.

Shine is a wanky bugger (no, you're not really, just, you know, going with the flow. I didn't mean it! You're not a wanky bugger! You are probably one of the least wanky buggery people I have ever met. You are a... erm... sweet, kind, um... nice, intelligent, handsome person. Really. I mean it. You know I love you.)

?? ?????? ???? ??????? ? ?????(?????) ? ????? ???????? ?? ?????? ??????? ??????????? ??? ????????? ????? ????????. (You should be boiled in oil and then toasted over low heat for the rest of eternity.)

Det neste gang jeg ser De som jeg spytter i Deres ansikt og stomp på Deres toes. (The next time I see you I will spit in your face and stomp on your toes.)

Espero-o morrer mil mortes horríveis mil vezes sobre. (I hope you die a thousand horrible deaths a thousand times over.)

Potere le sue die diventano delle carote, i suoi capelli nella paglia, le sue dita nei cetrioli, il suo naso in una pesca, la sua bocca in un ravanello, i suoi orecchia nelle albicocche, ed i suoi occhi nelle olive. Ed il tutto maggio i suoi Natali sono luminosi. (May your toes turn into carrots, your hair into straw, your fingers into cucumbers, your nose into a peach, your mouth into a radish, your ears into apricots, and your eyes into olives. And may all your Christmases be bright.)

There, I think that was appropriately done, don't you, Ursula?"

That was back before I was named Ushi, too. Wow.

And this has nothing whatsoever to do with my inability to focus on long-term homework assignments. At all.

Yes.

Ushi-Post!

2006-08-09T10:21:00.000-04:00

Insane, neh?

Have changed the heading, a) because I haven't really touched this blog for months and b) because any line of Eoin Colfer's which makes me giggle madly has to be shared with the masses. Forget the plot. So far, that line is my favorite part of the new book.

What else. School's starting tomorrow. Thoughts? Fear? Loathing?

greetings, yadda yadda

2006-08-03T20:09:00.000-04:00

Look what I found!

Actually, I didn't find it, a friend from science camp did and sent it to me, because she knew I'd love it. Which I do. And so shall you!

OR ELSE!

In other news, que pasa?

stuff

2006-07-09T15:43:00.000-04:00

Will we be seeing PotC2 as a group because if so, I want to come. i went with Charles and Kumar, and they ruined it. I want to go with you guys.

2006-06-28T12:54:00.000-04:00

Something Abe read in the library on Wedsday that he thought other should read, that he read in book from call numbers 299.51482, across the hall from the manga (aka 200's).
You will need Adobe Reader to view it, need it go here.

Contra (?)

2006-06-08T19:06:00.000-04:00

So yes, school is out, hurrah, etc. Actually, school's been out for a week now. But no one has mentioned it.

Anyway, contra Saturday? And is there the slightest chance of me getting a ride? Please? *begging*

Oh, and my brother won't be coming this time, most likely, as he has a broken arm. Pity him.

Sarah's Party Photos

2006-05-19T09:07:00.000-04:00

PICTURES OF SARAH'S PARTY!!!!

passcode backwards: eseehc

woooOOOOOooooOOOOooo

2006-04-22T19:53:00.000-04:00

I am speaking to you from beyond the grave!

O.O

Actually, no, I wish. But I was wondering about Wizards at War. I was so busy in October when it was supposed to come out, and just last week was thinking 'wait, isn't there a new one'? So if anyone has info, or borrowable copies, or geeky spazzage on the subject, let me know.

Because asking y'all is so much easier than, y'know, checking the site. :P

whaddya think?

2006-03-30T09:00:00.000-05:00

well?

real, sham, edible?

it looks like a cross between Artemis Fowl and Faerie Wars

The Horrors

2006-03-19T16:27:00.000-05:00

This is the third anniversary of our troops going into Iraq.

Woah!

2006-03-06T00:32:00.000-05:00

I really thought that this would ever happen but somehow I have put myself in enough of a mess to get my nanowrimo online, so here goes nothing:

PROLOGUE
The discontented NEC PowerMate V100 purred away quietly while sitting dramatically on top a musty old plastic covered shipping box. This computer had little purpose but to process useless data that was throw at it by any and all people that attempted to use it, today it's user was an small tactful old man of Asian dissent. This man was the last in the long line of Mao revolutionaries that had for many long years held absolute control over the large fertile plans of northern Africa since the year 1900. His name was _______________ and it was his duty to pass on the responsible of northern Africa to the next Mao revolutionaries in his line. The only trouble was that the was no one else left, he was the last in his line. Many days had passed by since he had last eaten, fortunately he was trapped in a large room with no doors. This room looked much like the inside a large glass cube, except that it wasn't glass. It's walls, ceiling, and floor were made solely of flat sliver metal, that was so similar to stainless steel that to the naked I it looked exactly like it. In the center of the room sat the heavily saddened ________________, in front of him was the small grubby CrystalScan 15 monitor that served to display any useless or useful information that the NEC PowerMate V100 computer sitting next to it decided to send it via a fourth of an inch SpaceShuttle VW-1 30 volt style 2919 AWM computer cable.
Elsewhere in the world there lurked a dark meaningless plague that could obliterate the human race within a month of its release, but most fortunately it was lost in a small house fire somewhere in southern India.
The following story is of many things that have many meanings and many truths. If you are discontented by any of it please be reassured by the simple fact that; I don't care. So please enjoy or disregard you brain or lack of brain and do not read onward lest yea seek forbidden knowledges.

-The Heir of Esicks

CHAPTER 1
A wide dusty road stretched lavishly and precariously out over the flat sandy plain of hard but fertile land. This land served only as a placeholder in an atlas for the barren waste of space that it was soon to become. To its east a great sun shone hot upon the packed earth of the road, illuminating the fresh corpse of a careless rodent that was stupid enough to stand the way of the small convoy of heavyset trucks that had passed over it not too long ago. If followed, the turbulent road would lead far into the deep forest of deadwood and cold metal that most of the pseudo-civilized world today would refer to as a city. Lurking in the far well-lit corners of this city there was a small, pitiful neighborhood constituting most of sewer rats and rich people. On the ninth floor of a ten floor high rise about a block away from previously mentioned neighborhood; at one of its many windows sat a young dreadfully [handsome?] boy that if one had not known him personally, the person in question would have payed equally or less then the attention they would give to a dead rat. Suddenly without, any outside disturbance, the boy, startled by his own thoughts, fell over backward and then just as suddenly started laughing maliciously. In his mind he had been imagining himself opening the window in front of him and jumping to fall upward until he collided with an horrible purple painted popcorn vender that loitered aimlessly at the foot of the large gray high rise in which he sat. His startled movement that had thrown him out of his imaginary world of his mind was caused by the sharp icy thought that he had totally neglected to put any gravity into his phenacaine daydream, which, in thinking it, had so startled him as to cause a great muscular spasm. This in turn caused him to realize what a stupid mistake he had made. To him it was exceptionally funny to neglect gravity because gravity was such a universal phenomenon that it in itself was such a dire mistake that only the clumsy hands of god could have caused it.
This event in itself had nothing to do with cats, deadly plagues or even the unheard of, extinct Japanese Hulachino fish. But in the most deep depths of symbolism it may have had a minute relation to the reason that water when shaken up and down for three days and three nights will turn red. Other than that, the passage above had no purpose other then to confuse and manipulate the reader's brain cells so as to cause the reader Alzheimer's in his or her later years.
In many years to come the daydream and the startled convulsions would have much greater meaning to the boy but in the time of the present it did not. So the boy, shamed by his self-humiliation stood up and crossed the large empty room he was now occupying and came to the front of a flat rusty metal door that at one time many many years ago had once born the words "SMOKING SUCKS AND SO DO YOU, IF YOU THINK I'M KIDDING THEN CALL MY AGENT AND I'LL COME TO YOU STINKING LITTLE CARDBOARD HOUSE AND SHOVE YOU FAT STINKING HEAD INTO YOUR MOM'S FAT STINKING..." The rest was worn away into an illegible mess by the irreverent sands if time. To the boy the writing was all but a meaningless mess of symbols and dots, he could not read any of it, even that he passed by the door almost every day, he only excepted it as a plain rusty door and in being that that he had take the mess to be some type of abstract rust pattern and therefore was meaningless.
The boy opened the meaningless door and walked slowing under it's rusty door way. In front of him was a particularly wide staircase covered haphazardly in a thin algae like substance, he admired it for it's translucent mystery and carefully stepped over it. Until at last he reached the foot of the stairwell, here in the foot it was dark dusty and dank. It took his eyes a minute or so to adjust to the morbid gloom, when adjusted he saw another featureless door almost exactly identical to the previous one seven floors above. He hesitated for a second and then overcome by a restless curiosity he push it open a was immediately blinded by the fearfully bright glare of the sun. For all the warmth this sun may have provided it was still cold outside on the foreboding street that squatted helplessly in front of the boy. It cut surreptitiously through the sprawling mess of building and street grids of which it was an obvious part. Unphased by the cold the boy surveyed his surrounding and in a great moment of indecision decided it was best to sit. So unwittingly he sat, a unknowing victim of the unforeseen lingerings of chance that fatefully waited to strike. As sitting he poised himself, a disturbance broke the air. It was quiet at first, a silent drowning of sound, seemingly unnoticeable at first but then unbearably deafening Silence as a drop of water in a lake the boy quickly leaned forward to pick up a small all but unnoticeable coin from the ground. The silent noise grew louder, if it had been as a mobile being it may have seemed to advancing unconventionally hastily toward the general area that the boy held his presents in. As a bullet shotting over a motionless sea the frightful presence of the sound buffered itself around the staggering walls around the street that the boy stood upon. The cold of dawn no longer of any value to him the boy gathered him self for the attack, the sound was but thirty meters from him and quickly advancing. Fondling the coin he a just obtain but a second ago, he readied it also, rubbing the muck of the road of it gracefully. Not but ten meter to go the defenous sound accelerated into the sharp dive of a falcon soon to kill it's prey. The boy also steadied himself, waiting for the opportune moment of action. The impenetrable wall forced its way forward knocking loose debris into the air as it went, the boy's breath slowed to a unheard whisper. Time bent effortlessly to the malicious forces of speed, the two beings interlock in a battle that was to fate them both, a battle to determine the fate of most.
Unfortunately, due to loose footing the author slipped out of context and, being cut by sharp verbs in the process, start to spew grammatically instable words. This unfortunate happening had come to pass many times previously but not to such a dreadful extent. You see, dialogue is not the easiest thing to write (the easiest being monologue, because it only takes one person), to write dialogue one must take a large number of things into consideration, these things are, consequently; (a)the amount of tea consumed in the last 36 hours, measured in liters, and only liters; (b) whether or not the author has a rabies vaccine; and (c)if the author is morally incorrect in character. Depending on the results of those three objectives, dialogue will be, (1)utterly impossible, (2)fall onto paper like a Linux box on crack, or (3)simply pain the author until he or she doesn't even put any dialogue their writing. This is the way life works, no matter what those little-headed politicians say to them selfs and their wives, life is this: Cheese does not grow on the moon.
The gruesome battle of rabid soul continued on for quiet some time while the demonic spirits possessing the sound and the strong hearted boy braved on. At the total of six minutes and seventy-one second the conflict stopped abuptly, for as everyone in their right mind know dioluoge can not be withheld in a battle of more than seven minutes. As it goes the diolouge went like this:
"Long long ago in a galaxy far far away-"
"Stop that."
"Why, young Luke?"
"Because whenever you start talking like that you alway end up running away."
"..."
"Eh?"
"... maybe."
"Enough of this foolishness Luke, the dark side is strong within these parts-"
"And stop it with the 'dark side' too."
"Of course, master Obewon."
"Master Obewon o_0?"
"Yes, jedi lord of the-"
"Would you just shut it about jedi for a while, eh?"
"..."
"So, about the shutting?"
"What? What? Oh, of course, the weather is wonderful. ^_^"
"Bugger..."
"What?"
"I said bugger, as in bug-er, like bug-ger, savvy man?"
"What?"
"You know man the bling bling in the hood just chillin' round the crib' with me homeys."
"Dog-what-what?"
"j00 kn0w wh47 1'm l4y1n6 d0wn 8r07h3r, 3h?"
"What-cha-ma-noodles-huh?"
"Go away."
"What?"
"I said, 60 4w4y."
"Uh..."
"Noodleface!"
"Huh! Huh! Big nose!"
"Fat mouth!"
"Uh, uh, little brain!"
At this moment the boy pushed off the dry ground into the air and attacked the demon with an the uncanny air of a dolphin shooting into empty space. The wind was taken aback. It have little else better to do started yelling.
"Help! help! I'm being mugged! Somebody! Elp!"
"Zip it in the voice box, smuggles!"
"Huh?"
Taking full advantage of the situation the boy pulled a half of a broken chopstick out of his garments and preceded to slice the windy demon into a minimal sixteen pieces until it noticed it was under attack. This event goes to show that only the slowest of beings is so dumb as to undermine the meanings of dumb and begin to upturn the dank soil of stupidity. This being it was not long until the creature had fled in a vain attempt to save itself for its ultimate distuckting.
The boy calmly whipped the lethal weapon of the broken chopstick clean of any uncleanliness it had come to process and slowly placed it back into the haven of it former resting place. Done with his hygienic practice, the boy continued along his path as if the subtle disturbance had never occurred

(OMGWTF!! DID I REALLY WRITE THAT!!!)

The Awesome(s)!!!!

2006-02-01T16:52:00.000-05:00

LOTR Rocks!!!
Taiwan Rocks Too!!!

Yay us!

2006-01-21T14:10:00.000-05:00

Four words:

WE WON QUIZ BOWL!!!!!

Congratulations will be duly accepted. ^^

Chandler...

2006-01-06T14:02:00.000-05:00

Look at the pictures!! Pretty or Ugly?

Click it.

...dude.

2005-12-27T23:18:00.000-05:00

What. The. Hell.

And that's all I have to say on the matter.

IPOD NANO!!!!!

2005-12-24T14:00:00.000-05:00

phear it... click it...

"for it it is mine";"ours...";"yes, of course ours...";[time skip]"she's always hungry, but all she gets in nasty orkses";"and they doesn't taste very good does they precious?"; "No, not at all..."

Along the same lines...

2005-12-15T22:36:00.000-05:00

Another post, because we used to have several in a week. And this thing is just too cool to let it die.

So, can I have a resounding chorus of "essays are the scum of the Earth" and "snowdays are an incarnation of God"?

Heck yes. You know it.

And, in other news... house! Househousehouse! XD Congratulate me! And get me birthday presents... that I may put them in my house!

We must revive the blog.

2005-12-12T22:55:00.000-05:00

Live, blog! Liiiiiive!

And may I say that it makes no sense for Blogger's spell-check to tell me "blog" is not a word? None at all, my friends.

I wish I could make links

2005-12-08T17:26:00.000-05:00

but my computer is evil and lacks updated Internet versions, and I am therefore forced to merely copy the link and put it here and hope you can all look and see (or someone can be really nice and help me because I can't do it) because it is really tremendously funny.

http://www.getamused.com/jokes/021787.html

2005-11-30T18:10:00.000-05:00

So, what should we talke about? This blog needed a new post, so Here.

Oh, and I am basically dead with NaNo. 29,632 words so far, and I don't think that I'll be finished by midnight, but at least I'll know what it's like. I will win next year, I promise.

Contra-airy to everthing...

2005-11-10T07:48:00.000-05:00

There is a contra dance this Saturday at the old Cove Creek school, be there or be cubic...

YES!!

2005-10-23T09:59:00.000-04:00

I am now officially on NaNo.org. This will be great.

Cattle Call

2005-10-13T18:51:00.000-04:00

Hear ye, hear ye, for verily do I vote we all goeth to yonder library on the morrow.

Lookie Here

2005-10-03T19:53:00.000-04:00

Ya'll gotta see this. So wierd. So random. So easily stuck in your head.....

this is odd but I don't care

2005-09-25T20:40:00.000-04:00

I just wanted to thank Lena for making my life. You probably have no idea what I'm talking about and I'm probably never going to tell you, but you helped me realize my potential for what I'm capable of, and I took a chance because of you and my life is so much better for doing it. Thank you so so so so so much. Expect to be tacklehugged tomorrow.

Arrrr!

2005-09-19T09:24:00.000-04:00

Today be International Talk Like a Pirate Day mateys!

Kira-Kira

2005-09-15T20:00:00.000-04:00

Not that any of us read it, but hey.

According to Ms. Moss, we need to branch out some more, so as to be pleasing to a wider group of people. I think she's being a bit control freak-ish, myself, but she has promised to give us more freedom if nobody else ever comes, as I suspect will be the case. But, as things stand (and this is from memory, so y'all that were there feel free to fix this):

October: Fantasy (The Haunting of Alaizabel Cray)
November: Biography

Actually... that's all I remember, but there's another one for poetry and possibly sci-fi. We get to choose, but it has to fit the genre.

Biographies. Yeah, that'll make people want to come.

Any thoughts/corrections/bitter complaints, leave a comment.

Oh the drama.

2005-09-05T15:00:00.000-04:00

I angsted out loud all day Friday and now it's back. Although I pride myself on being able to take a step back and mock myself (ie: yelling "Angst angst angst!" in Creative Writing as a sort of general venting) I am this close to having poems. This close.

So... a List. Not a List of People Who Should Bugger Off, as that one really didn't make much sense, but a List of Situations Which Need to Be Rectified in Order For Me to Have No Angst:
* New Orleans (can't stop it, can't fix it, hurts to think about)
* The Future (and I reserve the right to put Mr. Johnson on the Bugger Off list for making me worry about this)
* The Best Friends Trapezoid (getting better, I think, but still messy)
* Back in the Day (Mabellians who won't talk to me. This means you, J.)
* Living Here (I want my house back dammit, or at the very least Grandad to stop picking on me)
* Geometry (more stress than angst, but it doesn't help)

So, basically, what was, is, and will be. Oh yeah. I see this getting better real soon.

This has been a Whiny Sarcastic Public Service Announcement. You may now return to your homes and places of business.

Good News!

2005-09-01T20:36:00.000-04:00

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy comes out on DVD on Tuesday, September 13!

Which most of you probably already knew (and didn't bother to tell me), but still.

And "Flight of the Bumblebee" will be coming to a blog near you soon (as soon as I finish it ^^)!

Announcement of the Day

2005-08-28T18:30:00.000-04:00

Jackaroo buckles swashes. As do the Brothers Grimm. I have not seen Titan AE yet, as my parents are busy. It is for the same reason that I have not finished my math.

...She falls on her face!

O.o

2005-08-24T18:35:00.000-04:00

My enter key just fell off.

I didn't do it. It was Them. And it's not fair, because They just gave it back to me.

And now I keep missing it, and it isn't crotting fair.

Sorry.

2005-08-22T09:57:00.000-04:00

So, Ms. Adams is enforcing internet paranoia and watched me delete the post, Meg. Sorry. Just don't get angry. Ms. Adams says she is also sorry.

Duuuude...

2005-08-21T11:02:00.000-04:00

Go look at Amazon music downloads. S'like.... a bunch of random mp3s. A bunch.

Enough to keep me amused for a long time.

Nyee Hee ^^

2005-08-14T14:41:00.000-04:00

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I adopted a cute lil' ninja fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!

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I adopted a cute lil' pirate fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!

I am such a geek.

FYI

2005-08-10T12:27:00.000-04:00

And I realize that this information may be a little late in coming, but hopefully you'll have time to review before tomorrow.

For anyone who is in Mrs. Whitaker's Honors English 205:
You will have a test tomorrow.

Unless she has radically changed, which I seriously doubt. Last year I went into her room the first day, sat down, and was handed a test on The Chocolate War. I know you had two books this summer, not just one, but my guess is she is still testing you on the first day. It will be an objective test, and it isn't that bad, but if it's the one I had for Chocolate War there will be some picky detail questions.

EDIT: Sorry about the mistake. I overheard Mrs. Whitaker saying that there will NOT be a test tomorrow. However, I would expect one in the near future. Just trying to help!

This will make Ushi happy.

2005-08-02T22:08:00.000-04:00

Firefly comes on at 7:00 pm on Fridays on SciFi. I fully intend to watch it.

Whoa.

2005-08-01T11:07:00.000-04:00

Random site. Made me happy. As far as I know it doesn't do anything, but... yeah.

Best Friends

2005-08-01T01:07:00.000-04:00

Whose idea were those? I mean, yes, confidant, but why has there got to be just one, and exclusively? It makes it into a whole kind of love trapezoid where everyone gets all jealous. Is it actually possible to platonically cheat on someone, and why do I feel bad if I think I've inadventantly become suspected of being someone's Best Friend Mistress?

I've never had a Best Friend, so I don't know. It's not that I'm reclusive or mean or anything, and I don't want pity, I'm just too guarded about what I tell people, like a fairy saying their true name only at the same time dumber and making more sense than that. That's why I write these things down cryptically at one in the morning and probably delete them the next day.

O<

2005-07-29T19:15:00.000-04:00

Small blond children... they're everywhere!

Have you ever seeeeeeeen a penguin go to tea?

2005-07-24T15:12:00.000-04:00

How I hate that song. Anyway, back, and realizing that I give directions with my hands on my hips. I did it in TCBY when I was ordering and had to consciously make myself stop.

Children these days are spoiled. And whiny. And overweight. And I have a freshman and a quarter now. ^^

So

2005-07-11T19:57:00.000-04:00

I've started the titles of LOTS of posts with some variation of 'so'. Anyway, does Dragon's Den carry graphic novels?

Also... ah, forget. Sorry.

SPLEEN!

2005-07-10T14:58:00.000-04:00

Spleenspleenspleenspleenspleenspleenspleenspleenspleenspleenspleenspleeeeeeeeen!

Yay. ^^

The Weather

2005-07-07T10:40:00.000-04:00

'Tis ICKY! Therefore, no walking yon quarter mile to yon bus stop and waiting for five to thirty-eight minutes. I generally don't do things that cause hypothermia, you see.

...

Well, yes I do. But I have to make myself read about how the salesman dies. At this point, I hope it's painful.

Hurrah for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder!

Hey,

2005-07-05T13:36:00.000-04:00

if anyone could tell me what the requirements are for a data sheet that'd be nice. I checked my binder, but all I have is a bunch of page 2s. And I'd like to at least do the semi-legible kind for future reference.

earthshock

2005-07-05T09:36:00.000-04:00

Also called The Adric Episode sometimes, or The Cybermen One With Peter Davison? Such the depressing. I cried.

The special features were good though. I especially liked Did You See.

OMG I finished Shifts yesterday and Sirius dies... such the sadness... I cried then too. I had a rather crying-ful day. I miss Sirius... he was t3h ub3r9r00v%. And now he is dead. *angstangst*

My Day

2005-07-03T11:07:00.000-04:00

Room. Paperwork. Dead salesmen. Laundry. Cake!

I, have return-ed! Bumbumbum ba chooo. I, have return-ed, bumbumbum badadoo!

2005-07-01T15:03:00.000-04:00

Sorry. Had to sing about it. ^^

I have a few things that Lena has instructed me to type and tell upon my return home, said return being today and said things being those as follow:

-How do you tell the red ones from the green ones? -The red ones are red, and the green ones are green. -Ah.

-OMG Lena there's a crab on my neck!

-He's DREAMY.

-I have exacting standards.

Anything supposed to be posted that has been sadly neglected is the fault of the neglectee not anyone else thank you and have a lovely day.

But it was FUN and Lena'll be back sometime like in a little more than a week. And my HAIR. Is RED!!! It was s'posed to be purple but I'm down so whatever, aight? And also, erm, sumthin'.

Why?

2005-06-29T21:22:00.000-04:00

(dum dum dum dum!)

CAUSE HE'S A FROOOG!
A SLIIIMY OLD FROG!
YES HE'S A FROOOG!
HE LIIIVES IN A BOG!
A HAIRLESS FROOOG!
A BALD AND A SLIMY LONELY FROOOG!

*rocks out*

Parallels

2005-06-25T12:28:00.000-04:00

I've noticed some similarities between CityOfStars and another book. See if you can guess, eh?

Main Character: Gasp. An alternate dimension.
Elderly Man: I mentor you.
Evil Sibling: He is a scary rapist mentor.
Family: Gasp. We immediately forget all our much worse issues in order to confront this.
Main Character: Doom.

Eh?

We're BAAAACK!!!!

2005-06-24T21:17:00.000-04:00

Just so you know.

But only for a bit. Sorry. Love.

Firefly

2005-06-22T22:27:00.000-04:00

Shiny! Shinyshinyshinyshinyshinyshinyshinyshiny...!

They say 'shiny'. Like, the way we do. To describe everything. And it's really weird and it's a space western and I'm so making you all see Serenity in September.

And it made me sooo happy...

Shiny.

Lookit!

2005-06-22T11:31:00.000-04:00

It's me...!

Aaaargh...

2005-06-19T16:58:00.000-04:00

May have to send in my computer to be fixed, and get it back when the stars are in the proper alignment. Thus may not be able to Plot or blog except in the library. Also, avoiding revising my article of which I am sick even though I told them I'd get it to them todayish. And I hate having no privacy and I hate doing clothes and I hate Sundays because I can't go anywhere and nobody is at home and I have no books so I can't even distract myself from all my procrastinating. And I'll be at the beach and I don't know when I'll get it, which stresses me out. And I want to cry and I don't know why exactly, so I can't even whine properly. At least my family is leaving me alone.

On the bright side: Hoodoo Voodoo. Which sounds supremely cool when sung by Billy Bragg but pretty stupid when I try to. See, even my bright side has a dark side.

I am going to send in some Secrets

2005-06-18T13:24:00.000-04:00

If one or more get Posted, then I will tell you.

You get to guess which one(s) is(are) mine.

PostSecret

Fwah.

2005-06-18T13:14:00.000-04:00

Library on Monday? Anyone? I'm not sure who is currently here, but if we can scrape together a few people that'd be happy.

What is a Ffft-Ffft?

Back!

2005-06-17T14:59:00.000-04:00

And weird, apparently. I was told this by a girl who ran away whenever a boy got nearer, and who pokes people for no reason.

And I canoed. AW YEAH DUDE WE ARE SO HARDCORE! ....*scoot scoot scoot*.... YEAH WOOHOO!!

And I read yon StravaganzaCityOfMasks book. It went like this: "Oh my God I'm dead no wait not really PSYCH!" times like a gazillion. Happened to everyone.

And lemme 'lone. If I knew widdershins I forgot it, so there.

Sooo...?

2005-06-15T11:58:00.000-04:00

Howl's Moving Castle?

News and then some randomness.

2005-06-11T22:04:00.000-04:00

Off to camp for a week tomorrow. I expect it to be quite dandy. (The word "dandy" is stuck in my head because Grandad just told me to go outside, face west, and yell Happy Birthday to my uncle in Seattle. He said I had a dandy voice, but I still decided not to.) I get to climb stuff and go places in boats, not to mention making the other campers think I am clinically insane. Remember last year? I got the "great debater" award. Hah. Yes; dandy, keen, and swell.

In other news, and I feel this is noteworthy because I am a word geek, my college-ruled, green, soft-cover, five-subject notebook of writerly DOOM is as of today full. Crazy, huh? Even better, none of it makes sense. At all. ^^ On to my next one now, que era hecho en Bolivia.

I had to take a break from this post in order to dance with my father to the music of Big Joe's Polka Show and have a conversation that went as follows (continued from earlier this evening):
Dad: So I looked up "widdershins".
Me: Oh, yay! What's it mean?
Dad: Counterclockwise.
Me: Ooooh. I am so using that now.
Dad: Thought you might. I was wrong, though, it doesn't have anything to do with horses.
Me: ....horses can go counterclockwise...
Grandad: No they can't. Only in the Southern Hemisphere.

....Yeah. You need not wonder where I get it from.

Whee. Widdershins.

YES!!! or NO!!!

2005-06-11T20:25:00.000-04:00

I am part of the blog now, (and have been for some time, just been too lazy to actually post anything for a while) everyone groan, or cheer as the case may be. Though I doubt there will be much cheering. (Damn my low self image due to my sister among others)

.......

2005-06-09T20:30:00.000-04:00

DO TOO!
DO NOT!
DO TOO!
MAMAAA, TELL THEM IRRATIONAL NUMBERS NEVER END!

Am I pathetic? Maybe just a little.

Goin' to Toronto?

2005-06-09T07:55:00.000-04:00

Be back Wednesday.

Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone.

This is pretty off topic

2005-06-08T10:17:00.000-04:00

But the title made me think of it, and it made me happy, so I decided to give everyone a bit of Good Will before I go off to Canada tomorrow.

Cheese Shoppe

O.O

2005-06-05T11:58:00.000-04:00

Okay, we are all doing NaNoWriMo this year. Or at least I am. It's just the kind of thing I need, what with my perfectionist tendencies and the need to do everything just right. I wrote that much in two years once... I only have to write 24 times as fast, right? And that's right before exams and everything, ought to help me with my stress-handling skills.

Lena, they are just like us. I swear. Look at the forums.

Title-bit

2005-06-02T12:12:00.000-04:00

Summut with Dune, mebe? The computer hates me and won't let me read the junk it pulled up on it.

I'll ask my dad.

(And if I'm right, you forgot an "R")

Child of Faerie, Child of Earth

2005-05-27T19:57:00.000-04:00

A Spoilerless Summary

Rezaila: Stalk?
Percinet: Stalk.
Percinet: *stalk*
Count: Ugly...
Count: Gold!
Toad: Marriage?
Count: ...w00t!
Graciosa: Blarg.
Count: Marriage!
Graciosa: ....
Count: Yay!
Graciosa: Yay.
Percinet: *child*
Graciosa: Eh?
Percinet: *not-child!*
Graciosa: o.O
Percinet: Stalk!
Graciosa: O.o
Percinet: Horse!
Graciosa: W00t.
Toad: Mine.
Percinet: *anger*
Horse: *ka-bolt*
Toad: RARR.
Graciosa: Help!
Percinet: *m4dsk1llz*
Stick: *feather*
Graciosa: Yay.
Percinet: Elope?
Graciosa: .......no.
Toad: Tourney!
Percinet: Elope?
Graciosa: No.
Percinet: *m4dsk1llz*
Graciosa: NO!
Tourney: *tourney*
Ranulf: Rarr.
Percinet: *nimble!*
Ranulf: Rarr!
Percinet: *win!*
Graciosa: Zounds.
Percinet: QueenofLoveandBeauty!
Toad: RARR.
Graciosa: *dream*
Ushi: OF DOOM!
Brute: Rarr.
Graciosa: *self-defend!*
Brute: Ow.
Graciosa: *flee!*
Percinet: *fwoosh*
Graciosa: Eeeek!
Percinet: Stalker!
Graciosa: Oh.
Percinet: Home?
Graciosa: Yes.
Graciosa: Wait...
Percinet: Home.
Graciosa: OMGWTFSPAZ!!
Percinet: Mum!
Rezaila: Hi.
Graciosa: *fear!!*
Rezaila: M4dsk1llz.
Graciosa: Sacrilege!
Percinet: *woo*
Graciosa: Aaargh....
Percinet: Marriage?
Graciosa: ...distraction!
Count: *weep!*
Toad: Mwaha.
Graciosa: Home!
Percinet: Argh.
Count: Impostor!
Graciosa: But—
Toad: Rarr.
Graciosa: Blarg.
Toad: Thread!
Graciosa: Help!
Percinet: *m4d-r|_|mpl3st1tsk1n3sq|_|3-sk1llz*
Toad: ....feathers!
Graciosa: ...Help!
Percinet: *m0r3-m4d-r|_|mpl3st1tsk1n3sq|_|3-sk1llz*
Toad: *bewitch*
Graciosa: Qwah?
Toad: Box!
Graciosa: ...of doom.
Box: Yay doom!
Percinet: *m4dsk1ll—ack!
Graciosa: Ack!
Toad: Rarr.
Graciosa: *plummet*
Dirt: *air!*
Graciosa: ...*m4dsk1llz*
Rezaila: Ooooh.
Graciosa: Percinet!
Rezaila: Ack!
Graciosa: Totally.
Rezaila: *m4dsk1llz*
Toad: Mwaha.
Demon: Indeed.
Percinet: feebledeeqwah?
Graciosa: *m4dsk1llz*
Rezaila: Revenge?
Demon: Revenge!
Circle: Nope.
Rezaila: Iron!
Demon: ...revenge!
Graciosa: Lurve!
Percinet: Lurve!
Rezaila: Yay!
Toad: *revenge'd*

Things....only late

2005-05-24T21:11:00.000-04:00

So, Ushi and I did nothing productive on Friday last, and this is the proof.

Hither and whither and thither. Plus zither, but that's optional.
Obligatory maniacal laughter
Uhmmm.....we're not doing anything.......
He's like, ruggedier-suave...
It's like the Transcendent Pig, only it's the Translucent Pig.
...I can spell "pig"...
Your face is furry.
Yon grog hath filled mine bladder.
It's chaff-less!
And hair like a sheep! No, wait, "golden fleece"
Pie-rats!
It's shiny! In an auditory way.
It's like "salaam"...with an "ee"
And I, the person whose beard does not match his hair, shall ask for you hand in marriage.

And:
If I could be a character in Star Wars I would use the Force to make my hair to the Princess Leia thing.
If I could be married to the man of my dreams I would make him be romantic, and end up with lots of children.
If I could be run over by a bus I would milk it for all it was worth until I died of boredom in the hospital.
If I could be a four-year-old I would throw temper tantrums in public places and wear costumes to preschool.
If I could be a millionaire I would own Jelly Belly and eat jelly beans until I was sick. And I would have a large pond full of flamingoes in my backyard.

Tag-ed

2005-05-24T16:30:00.000-04:00

I voluntarily tagged myself in the occupations game, because a) I'm bored and b) um... I'm bored. What it is, is someone picks five occupations, supposedly off a list but not really, and says what they'd do if they had those occupations. Then they five five more occupations and tag three new people. I was searching the blogs... because I do that... and came upon someone who has been tagged, and she was like 'if you want to play... consider yourself tagged'. So:

If I could be a gardener... I would grow daisies and basil, because daisies are pretty and basil is yummy.
If I could be a painter... I would do like the Chinese did, back in the day, and paint poems onto my artwork, and it would be awesome.
If I could be a writer... then everyone would read my poems that usually only Catrey reads.
If I could be an athlete... I already am! Kinda. I run, I mean. But I would convince other people to run cross country and we would have a fscking awesome team next year, w00t!
If I could be an innkeeper... I would charge people eight eggs per night, but would give discounted rates to princesses incognito and knights who are going to fight evil.

And lessee, who shall I tag? Catrey, Lena and Ushi... (I'll post this on two blogs to make sure everyone gets tagged that ought to be tagged)
If you were... a character in Star Wars, married to the man of your dreams, run over by a bus, a four year old, a millionaire.

Aieee!

2005-05-24T16:18:00.000-04:00

Hey, how do you do the little thingum... to put two dots over your 'i's? Forget what it's called...

Anyway. What I was aieee-ing about. 'Tis t3h aw3som3.

Party-thing

2005-05-19T08:36:00.000-04:00

There is going to be a cook out party thing in honour of Ushi at my house on Saturday. It is from 12pm to 3pm and we will have hotdogs and hamburgers and junk food. Anyone who wants to come can, and if you need directions, email me at thebingobird@gmail.com and I will send them to everyone in a mass mail. I need to know about how many people are coming by Friday morning, preferably sooner. The more the merrier!

The Supernaturalist

2005-05-14T19:33:00.000-04:00

I've been re-reading, and now have an urge to summarize. (It seems to have become quite a trend.) So here you go.

Cosmo: I am miserable. And my legs itch. Am I dead yet?
Redwood: Abuseabuseabuse.
Cosmo: Miserymiserymisery.
Ziplock: I can't shut up. Like ever. Listen to my babble. It won't be my downfall at all, will it Cosmo? No siree. Remember that time when—
Cosmo: Shut UP.
Truck: Kreeeeeesmash.
Redwood: Augh, my dose...
Ziplock: This would probably not be the best time to insult you, would it?
Redwood: Do. Do id wouldn'd.
Ziplock: Damn.
Cosmo: ....GOT YOUR CONK! *flee!*
Ziplock: W00t, pancakes! *also flee!*
Redwood: You thoughd you could escabe me, puny orphans? Bwhahaha—
Ziplock: *plummet*
Redwood: Damn.
Electricity: FRYFRYFRY
Ectoplasmic Blue Baby: Mmm, life force.
Cosmo: ................ow..................
Three Random People: *fwoosh* BLAMBLAMBLAM
Cosmo's heart: Oh, wait, yeah, that beating thing...
Cosmo: *swoon*

Yes. And now—to teh contra!

National Treasure

2005-05-14T13:33:00.000-04:00

Summary of National Treasure:

(In the begining... There was fore-shadowing! *gasp*)
(Foreshadowing-) Oh, my paper that is old!
(Later)
[In the artic, Lots-O-Snow]
Mr. Cage: Fear me for I have to hefty snowplow-like things!
Geeky Guy: Ra-Ra! My thanks to my uber-spiffy computer skills my computer will now beep!
Computer: Beep! Beep! Beep!
Mr. Cage: Beeping what does it mean!
GG: It means that we are about to find a really old ship with dead guys in it that is covered in snow! *gasp*
Mr. Cage: Oh.
(There is much driving around in snow with large hefty snowplow-like things)
Mr. Cage: (Carring metal detector that beeps!) Mmuummf.
GG: Why are we not cold when out in the artic?
Mr. Cage's Metal Detector: Beep! Beep! Beep!
Mr. Cage: Ah-ha! At last the foreshadowing is revealed!
(Mr. Cage then whips very loose snow away from the ground)
All: *gasp*
(Mr. Cage pulls a water bottle out and squirts at the ground)
GG: It is supposed to be freezing cold out, the water in your water bottle should be frozen, savy?
Mr. Cage: Do not spoil my great moment of discovery, it is very dramatic.
*Poof!* (All of a sudden there is a frozen looking ship sitting in snow)
Mr. Cage: Wow! I didn't know snow could just disappear like that.
GG: There are these things called setup crews...
Mr. Cage: Shut up.
(Lot-O-Walking Around in cold looking ship and jumping at dead people in hammocks.)
Mr. Cage: Fear the cargo hold!
GG: Um...
(Inside the cargo hold!)
GG: Look all the barrels of gunpowder!
Mr. Cage: The gold where is the gold..
GG: Look at yon ice on the ceiling, it seems to mean nothing to the plot.
Mr. Cage: Hush. Behold yon dead guy laying on on top/beside barrel!
GG: ... (Hushed-like)
(Much pulling of dead guys hands and openings of yon barrels)
(Mr. Cage finds box wrapped in cloth in barrel beside dead guy)
Mr. Cage: Fear box all wrapped in cloth and mucked up with gunpowder!
Others: Oh, ah.
(Inside of box-thingy is plot thickener, it looks a bit like corn starch)

(Later... Still in cold looking with dead guys laying around.)
Mr. Cage: I will be impulsive and mix my blood with plot thickener!
Others: Oh, ah.
Mr. Cage: Behold la riddle! (Reads riddle)
GG: Eh..
Others: It's about prison.
Mr. Cage: No it's not.
Others: Yes it is.
Mr. Cage: Shut up.
Mr. Cage: This riddle is about many things, each of which are important to the plot. I will be smart and help out all of you so that you wouldn't have use your brains to think about it.
GG: Um.. I see conflict behind you..
Others: Well that settles that it's it to be evil!
Mr. Cage: What?
Others: Look, we have to be evil so that the will be something in this movie so that it might get good reviews, etc.
Mr. Cage: Oh. *cough, cough* Ra! Evil doers stop thy evil deeds!
Others: No.
Mr. Cage: Why not?
Others: Because we have a gun..
Mr. Cage: Remind me why I trust you..
Others: You don't, read the script.
Mr. Cage: Yeah, Anyway. Ra! Fear me because I now have a handy flare and it makes light!
Others: You flare won't last very long, ha-ha.
Mr. Cage: Flare + Gunpowder on the floor = Boom!
Others: *poke, poke*
Mr. Cage: Raaaa! (Throws flare at the floor.)
Others: Behold my motor skills! (Catchs flare before it hits the floor)
Mr. Cage: Uh-oh.
Others: Oh no! My sleeve has caught fire because of a suspense overflow! (Drops flare)
Floor: Crackle! Crackle!
Mr. Cage: Aaaaahhhh!
Other: Escape.
Mr. Cage: Not so easy escape.
Floor: Phoosh-Boom!! (ship explodes)

That's plenty of summarizing for me. If you want to know more go see the movie youself, etc., etc.

Best song EVAR

2005-05-13T19:41:00.000-04:00

miya HII
miya HUU
miya HO
miya HA HA

Who wants to guess which song Lena and I have been working on memorizing for the past like... seveneen playing times of the Flash thingum? Hint: It's Romanian Other Hint: Hello this is Picasso.

Nee hee.

2005-05-12T22:15:00.000-04:00

I have flamingo rain boots.

Ph34r t3h 8!n6o w3ll!35 0f d00m!!!!

Contra

2005-05-11T16:03:00.000-04:00

We're all going, right? Meg, make Lena. Because you did once.

Also, Abe, can I have a ride again? Note my asking this question three days before the fact rather than three minutes.

And there was something else.

Oooo. Socks.

Listnessosity

2005-05-06T22:09:00.000-04:00

Yes, 'tis the inside joke list. Feel free to go back and add your own, and try to keep it in vaguely chronological order...

PRE-MOVIE

* It is the Mysterious Travis-Person
* ARGH! He got TALLER!
* ARGH! HE got taller!
* I was tall in Bolivia, you know...
* Walking is for squares.
* Squeeeee...!
* Wow, I don't feel conspicuous.

DURING MOVIE

* OMG water how scary! ........still not watching it though.
* Hand Check (this was a little mean, but funny)
* They sing! Yay!
* The brainwaves, see them? Woomwoomwoom
* WHALE!!!! Lovelovelovelovelove(thunk) .....I'm okay. I can die happy now.
* Wait, what about the housewives in the 50's sitcoms?
* FLAMINGOES!!

POST MOVIE (ie after everyone was gone but for Ushi Justin and Abe)

* I am walking around a pillar. I feel no particular urge to stop.
* WHACK
* You bwoke my dose!!
* It was my elbow's fault...
* ...It is physically impossible to lick your own elbow.
* Speaking of elbows.... Bolivian walk!
* Swooning Manacles (best band name ever)

PLUS, SPIFFY EXTRA-SPECIAL USHI'S EVALUATION OF MOVIE

Ugh. There was romantic subplot. I mean there is in the books, but it is amusing and with Fenchurch as opposed to sappy and with Trillian. I liked Trillian in the books, but movie!Trillian is annoying, which is sad. And Catreyspazzo is correct, Zaphod doesn't technically have two heads. And Marvin was...round, which was weird. Ford was good, Arthur was dead on (except for sappiness), Slartibartfast was good as well, Trillian was annoying but I blame the screenwriters rather than the actress, Zaphod was annoying but that's okay because he's supposed to be. Unlike Trillian. The romantic subplot bugs me a lot more than it should. Ugh. But WHALE!! Words cannot express my undying LOVE for the whale. And the line about queuing. And "Bless you". That's why I loved the movie, those three things.

NOTE:

The Über-Lena has the Spiffy Ushi-Rave's permission to marry Mysterious Travis-Person.

OTHER NOTE:

My nose isn't really broken. It didn't even bleed. But that doesn't mean it didn't bring spontaneous and entirely useless tears to my eyes. So Abe, I'm guilt-tripping you into dancing with me once tomorrow without doing that weird sagging thing and making me kick you, as that inevitably causes minor chaos to break loose. (This is, of course, assuming I can get a ride to said dancing.)

OTHER OTHER NOTE:

I have a Nausicaä desktop now. If you wanted to know.

Go and be amazed...

2005-05-06T15:34:00.000-04:00

They fight crime!

Sooo...

2005-05-05T15:25:00.000-04:00

I'm pretty bored but happen to be watching the English edition of Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind, which, yay. I will now give you a summary without actually spoiling the plot. Prepare for spazzment. (I would like to note that Nausicaä is so much cooler than Sheeta, and that ObligatoryLoveInterest's voice is done by that guy from Holes and really annoys me.)

THX theme: mweeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEE

Nausicaä: (has completely awesome glider) Look, a giant insect shell! I am speaking out loud for the benefit of the audience.

Ushi: Snow? Qwah?

Nausicaä: Afternoon spores, obviously. Hence the gas mask.

Lord Yupa: (is attacked by a HUGE GINORMOUS INSECT)

Nausicaä: (rescue!) Naturally grenades will calm it down...see?

Ushi: Omgwtf a squox! A firl!

Lord Yupa: It's a fox-squirrel.

Ushi: Muahaha.

Lord Yupa: Yes. Onward, noble emus!

Obaba: Look, it is the tapestry of MASSIVE FORESHADOWING.

Airship: KWEEEEEEEEESMASH

Hostage: Ow.

Nausicaä: Not to worry....I have a cup on a string!

Pulsing Blobby Thing: (exudes aura of EVIL)

Airships: RarrrBLAMBLAMBLAM

Nausicaä: RarrWHACKWHACKWHACKstaboopstraumameepgrah

QueenOfUnspellableCountry: Let's burn the evil trees.

Obaba: Nope, they'll eat your face and squish your house.

AdvisorDude: (smiiiiirk) Yeah, sure, whatever. (moresmiiiirk)

Nausicaä: Pollution's bad. And I am freaked.

Airships: RarrBLAMBLAMBLAM

Nausicaä: STOP SHOOTING AT US DAMMIT!

ObligatoryLoveInterest: (swerve!)

Music: (is awesomely awesomely awesome)

QueenOfUnspellableCountry: GrrthreatencontrolfreakAHOMGBUGSFEAR!

Insects: Shiny yellow trippy-dream-inducing MASSIVELY FORESHADOWING feelers..... shiiiinyyyy....

Nausicaä: I'm off to rescue ObligatoryLoveInterest. (fwoosh)

ObligatoryLoveInterest: Ow...whiplash...

Nausicaä: (lacks gas mask)

ObligatoryLoveInterest: Well, this sucks... at least there's no quicksand.... no, wait.

Trippy Dream: (contains childish humming) (could be a death metaphor) (could as well be foreshadowing) (or a psychological examination of the character) (is SO much better than Disney)

Nausicaä: GASPREVELATIONANDSHINYSTUFF!!

ObligatoryLoveInterest: Um....yay?

Spores: poofpoofpoofpoofpoof...

People: Aieeeeeee!! Burnburnburn!

Glider: (conveniently seats two)

PeopleFromOtherUnspellableCountry: If we squish your home it's for your own good.

Nausicaä: Um...not really....back me up here LoveInterest?

ObligatoryLoveInterest: Umyeahwell....THREATEN—(unconscious)

Nausicaä: ................

OtherPeopleFromOtherUnspellableCountry: Lucky we're here, eh?

Nausicaä: (fwoosh)

Lord Yupa: CLINGCLANGSTABSLASH

ValleyPeople: GASP! Calm weather conditions!

Bugs: Rarrrarrrarr.

Baby Bug: bleedbleedcrycry

Nausicaä: alsobleedandcry

Acid: Mmmm, foot.

Blob: RARRSMASHSWHOOSHCARNAGEdripdripdrip

Nausicaä: Please don't kill everyone.

Bugs: ......RARRnowaitum

Obaba: Remember that MASSIVE FORESHADOWING? Well guess what.

Ushi: I figured it out. I'm smart.

Glider: (fwoosh)

Mostly Harmless

2005-05-05T11:48:00.000-04:00

Figure this is my most likely bet for getting yon book...

Erm, so I've read every HHGG book twice except Mostly Harmless, which I am unable to find anywhere except on tape and I lack the attention span to listen to it on tape. So if any of you have it and want to bring it to me I shall loveth thou forever and ever?

Thanks muchly ^^;l

The Day After Tomorrow

2005-05-03T17:05:00.000-04:00

the world is going to end.
This is based on conclusive evidence drawn from the Bible Code and several other sources, including an ancient philosopher, that say that the world will end on 5-5-05. Said information was relayed to me by my brother.
Prepare your towels.

Marvin Exclusive

2005-05-03T12:50:00.000-04:00

Exclusive Q&A: Marvin the Robot
It was quite a coup to snag an exclusive interview with Marvin, the cranky robot from "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." Assisting a crazy group that includes earth-survivor Arthur Dent (Martin Freeman), President of the Galaxy Zaphod Beeblebrox (Sam Rockwell), "Guide" researcher Ford Prefect (Mos Def) and the beautiful Trillian (Zooey Deschanel) is quite a chore. Plus, traveling all over the universe promoting your new movie has to be taxing on the old server joints. But the dour one (whose voice is eerily similar to Alan Rickman's) took a few minutes to answer some important questions, as only he can.
Hollywood Hitlist: We first encounter you on the Heart of Gold spaceship. Has that always been your home?Marvin: Doors sighing at me? A ship's computer that hates me? Call that home? 'Cause I don't.
HH: You seem like such a sad robot. Are there robot therapists in the universe? Is there a Prozac program that can be administered?M: I may have mentioned that I have this terrible pain in all the diodes down my left side. I've asked for them to be replaced, but no one ever listens.
HH: Many people will think the President of the Galaxy, Zaphod Beeblebrox, has a personality very similar to our President of the United States, George W. Bush. Do you think they could be related?M: "Many people will think?" Ha. Not in my experience. It gives me a headache just trying to think down to your level. And you wonder why they're destroying your planet.
HH: The high priest and former presidential candidate Humma Kavula is a dead ringer for earth-actor John Malkovich. Many have theorized over the years that Malkovich is actually an alien. Could they be one and the same? M: Most of the Galaxy would consider Malkovich -- like every human -- to be alien.
HH: You have a lot of famous robot cousins in Hollywood, from Robbie in "Lost in Space" to Number 5 in "Short Circuit." Do you guys ever get together and play cards? M: Here I am, brain the size of a planet, and you ask me about picking up bits of paper...
HH: What does the "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" say about "Star Wars Episode III: The Revenge of the Sith"? Does it have any insights?M: It says: "See historical costume dramas."
HH: Are there any celebrities that we'd be surprised to find out are actually aliens?M: Most of you would be surprised to find out that the sun comes up every morning.
HH: What does the "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" say about Britney Spears' new baby? Should we care?M: "Reverse primary thrust, Marvin." That's what they say to me. "Open airlock number three, Marvin. Marvin, can you read the "Guide" for me?" Can I read the "Guide"! This is the sort of thing you life-forms enjoy, is it? I ask merely for information.
HH: And finally, when you hit Vegas with your posse, do you stay at the Hard Rock or the Bellagio?M: I just sit in a corner and rust.
"The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" opens nationwide April 29

USHIWASHEREMUAHAHAHAHA! Ha. Um.......now that I have proved myself to be an accomplished hacker, I'll just....go, shall I?

Edit by Meg: Since no one else seems to be planning on doing it, I'm going to post this now. Hope you don't mind. MEGWASHERETOOMUAHAHAHAHAH!!!!

Keo

2005-04-30T11:40:00.000-04:00

Visit this site: http://www.keo.org/uk/pages/default.html

Nee hee hee!

2005-04-29T20:30:00.000-04:00

I saw it fir-irst, I saw it fir-irst, neeheeheeheehee!!!!!
We went to the 4.50 show and saw it before any of y'all, HAH HAH HAH.
And it was AMAZING and Uschie hasn't seen it so we'll all go again when she get here, yes? The only important question is, is she the one? o.O But no spoilers, right?
But the DOLPHINS!!!!! They SING!!!!!

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

42 42 42 42 42 42 42 42 42 42 42 42!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Can I just please say

2005-04-24T08:38:00.000-04:00

that the List is horribly, terribly, AWFULLY wrong, because for one thing, who came up with those dates, and when, because they're blatantly incorrect AND outdated, and also, we haven't actually discussed ANY of those books (I think...) and also, when was it last updated, and for another thing what're we discussing next and WHEN because I can probably come, and I think it should be the Haunting of Alaizabel Cray and Catrey you can borrow my copy and what DID happen to Abe and Ushi you still haven't told us when ish you're coming home but it's gonna be in May sometime right? Only you'd better hurry it up. And also... um. Oh. Conference meet, at WHS, like May somthingthish... so you should all come, cause it's our last meet and our last home meet and Abe and Alison and Garrett are like the only important people who've come to see me run EVAR and Lena I did go to your lax games and Catrey I... something. Support you in times of need, wot wot, and Shine... prolly won't read this anyhoo, but I, erm, I dunno, support your awesome math team ness? Mentally of course with my ESP. And Ushi... I... gave you a Hebrew Love Waffles CD and it's not MY fault it wouldn't play in your computer. And Emily, I dunno and who else? Justin? Hm. I went to see you be Oberon in that play. And that's mostly it.
So there's my guilt trip. Also if you don't come I will never forgive you and you will have to live your life knowing that you are a failure because if I don't like you there is nothing you can do about it you will be ostracized for forever and you will become known as the 'one who no one likes cause they weren't nice to Meg, who is the supreme power of the UNIVERSE and controls all of our fates, so be nice'. Yeah.
^_^

Don't drink 3 sodas if you hope to go to sleep.

2005-04-22T23:30:00.000-04:00

It's about 11:30 on Friday and it's been requested that I go to bed, but I've done exactly what I've told you not to do in the subject line, so I'm not at all tired, and I have absolutely nothing to do since apparently everyone else is tired and they're not online to talk to me, so... yes.

I am faced with a quandary, and that is that I have run out of books to read. This is something that should never happen. I'm planning to re-read all the Hitchhiker's Guide books soon, at least the first one before the movie comes out (IN 7 DAYS), and I'd like to re-read the Harry Potter series too, but I'd really rather have something newish and excitingish to read... Mmhmm.

So, does anyone have any suggestions?

...I do have to admit that I've only read Artemis Fowl the first. I highly enjoyed it though and would really like to read the other three only you lot always have them out of the library when I go. Or someone always does. So if anyone has the next three and would like to let me borrow them I would luff chu. ^_^

GUESS WHAT?!?!?!

2005-04-21T07:02:00.000-04:00

This blog....
IS AN ENTIRE YEAR OLD!!!!!!!!!
Yay.

That's all.

Oh, also, I've been blogging for a year. Because... this was my first blog... and... yeah.

^_^

You all are so chaiferly

2005-04-20T20:24:00.000-04:00

Does no one blog anymore? I know all the usual excuses, having heard them multiple times before, but you know, I have an EXTREMELY busy life TOO, but I still find time to blog at least a LITTLE.
*rant rant*

Today,

2005-04-13T18:59:00.000-04:00

We had practice in the rain. And we all went mud-puddle diving. And 'twas fun.

Books that they TOTALLY need to make movies of!

2005-04-04T20:50:00.000-04:00

-The Dark Is Rising books
-The Young Wizards series
-Playing in Traffic by Gail Giles (read it. Now. I mean, when I return it. ^_^)
What else?
Ooh. That one book. You know, the one?
-The Supernaturalist
THAT one.
-The Wish List
The girl is named Meg! And she wears snazzy boots!
Well? Contribute! Yea and Verily I shall edit this post... maybe. Maybe not. Depends.
Ushi... we SHOULD have written. It would have brougt Unity and Awesome.

I'm back, I'm back, I'mbackI'mbackI'mback HURRAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-04-02T23:21:00.000-05:00

In Brevard, I thought ‘it’s raining, but that’s okay’. At AC Reynolds, I thought, ‘it’s raining and cold, but I have blankets, so that’s okay.’ But by the time we got back to Boone (about 10.44), I thought, ‘it’s cold and I’m cold and there’s five bloody inches of snow!!! Where’s my warm cozy bed?!?!?!?!’
I miss Alabama.
It was warm there. The sun shined (shone?) and the birds sang… there were very few clouds… the grass was plenty green right where I was. I got the semblance of a tan. I have new freckles.
I am wearing two sweatshirts right now.

What’d’y’all reckon about school Monday?

That is an insane contraction. What is it, four words?

whatever....

2005-04-02T15:32:00.000-05:00

Simply to let you know, so that you can mock me, Ushi won't feel left out, Meg will, and no one goes "Qwah?" when I speak of it on Monday, I have a date tonight. Travis Collins is taking me to dinner and the movies because it is his birthday. I feel special ^_^

Stuff

2005-03-31T09:01:00.000-05:00

Y`know the language we speak? Verily, `tisn`t teh English. More of a l33t-German-Spanish-OldeEnglish-50`sslang hybrid. It should have a name. May I suggest Ye Olde Spiffy Über-P1dg1n0? YO SUP for short?

As you can see, I have had far too boring classes at school.

5u><0rz

2005-03-26T20:46:00.000-05:00

Somebody stole my wallet.

It had my library card in it.

My life is ruined until I can get a new one.

Which will be like three weeks.

Dash it.

2005-2006 BOB list

2005-03-19T15:54:00.000-05:00

For anyone who cares, here's next year's BOB list:

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
Al Capone Does My Shirts by Gennifer Choldenko
Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery
Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer
The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley
Children of the River by Linda Crew
Cuba 15 by Nancy Osa
Dovey Coe by Frances O'Roark Dowell
Eragon by Christopher Paolini
Fever 1793 by Laurie Halse Anderson
Ghost in the Tokaido Inn by Dorothy and Thomas Hoobler
Good Night, Mr. Tom by Michelle Magorian
House of the Scorpion by Nancy Farmer
Johnny Tremain by Esther Forbes
Journey to the River Sea by Eva Ibbotson
Kira-Kira by Cynthia Kadohata
Letters from Rifka by Karen Hesse
The Midwife's Apprentice by Karen Cushman
The Other Side of Truth by Beverly Naidoo
Romiette and Julio by Sharon Draper
A Single Shard by Linda Sue Park
Something Upstairs by Avi
The Sword in the Stone by T.H. White
Time Stops for No Mouse by Michael Hoeye
Torn Thread by Anne Isaacs
The Watsons Go to Birmingham-1963 by Christopher Paul Curtis
Where the Lilies Bloom by Vera and Bill Cleaver

This morning

2005-03-16T07:55:00.000-05:00

So I was walking down the hall to the library, and you know those preppy girls that sit in front of their lockers up near the Pit? They're not quite preps, but not really not, if you know what I mean... so. I'm walking down the hall, thinking 'do I have a bandaid in my bag' because I've got this blister on my heel that's knda painful, and I pass the girls, and one of them says as I walk past 'Don't wear shoes you cain't walk in'. And I thoroughly forget the BandAid cause I'm thinking, 'what does it LOOK like I'm doing, FLYING?' Bugger them.

Ooh. For Uschie. Should prolly be an Event for a Week but whatever. This week I'm actually (gaspo) dressing like prep. For a good cause! Because if I do, then I can kidnap Duck and make him watch LOTR. Cause the silly chaifer hasn't seen or read any of them yet.

I Made It!!!!

2005-03-15T16:55:00.000-05:00

I found out this morning. I'm going to Governor's School!! I'll be on the East campus at Meredith College in Raleigh, and I'll be there for six weeks. I'm "majoring" in choral music. I can't believe I got in!
The only downside is that I won't be home for the release of Harry Potter 6. I might have to wait until I get home to read it, and I won't be able to check the blogs because you all will have already read it. Plus there's stupid summer reading. . .
Oh well. . . I'm going to Governor's School!

Hardin Park Wins BOB!!!!!

2005-03-11T15:38:00.000-05:00

Here's the order:
1. Hardin Park
2. Green Valley
3. Green Valley (there were two teams; I don't know which was first)
4. Parkway 6th grade
5. Parkway 7th grade
And that's all I know. There was only a 10-point difference between the top 5 spaces, and Hardin Park won by 2 points! Closest it's ever been. We've all gotten really competitive.

Finally reading Ender's Game

2005-03-05T18:21:00.000-05:00

I'm about halfway through... right when he gets taken back to Earth. Or landside or whatever they call it. I'd keep reading but I have a MONSTER headache. So of course, staring at a computer screen is going to fix it.