So I was at Church today talking with a few friends. We were talking about Nintendo in general, and got on the topic of Mario. The following conversation ensued.
Friend 1: Oh, Mario? Yeah, I hate that series.
Friend 2: What? Why?
Friend 1: Because it's so boring. You just run around, jump on stuff, and collect a few things. It's totally boring. You don't get to attack anything. No shooting at all. I like Gears of War though. Awesome stuff. You get a chainsaw and cut people in
Digital Love - Daft Punk
Last night I had a dream about you
In this dream I'm dancing 'long beside you
It looked like everyone was havin' fun
The kind of feeling I've waited so long
Don't stop come a little closer
As we jam the rhythm gets stronger
There's nothing wrong with just a little little fun
We were dancing all night long
The time is right to put my arms around you
You're feeling right
You wrap your arms around too
But suddenly I feel the shining sun
Before I knew it th
The viewing is one friday while the actual funeral is on saturday.
I don't know exactly how I'm going to do. We weren't terribly close, but enough to the point that I'm going to miss her. I have no idea on how I'm going to fare.
For those that don't know about what I'm talking about, check my last entry.
I have a problem and I need you guys to remedy it. You see, I was thinking last night that I really need to get a "This blog is aproved by ______" image. Two problems.
1. I don't want my aproval to end up like something like the proto system in which respect is given to those that are aproved more than others.
2. I change my username so much its not really practical to have one. I would have to update it every fourty-five days.
What do I do?
I have a problem and I need you guys to remedy it. You see, I was thinking last night that I really need to get a "This blog is aproved by ______" image. Two problems.
1. I don't want my aproval to end up like something like the proto system in which respect is given to those that are aproved more than others.
2. I change my username so much its not really practical to have one. I would have to update it every fourty-five days.
What do I do?
I hate it when people threaten you, and you call it a threat. And then they go, "That's not a threat. It's a promise." Lo and behold fromt the dictionary:
So don't say it's a promise to seem all cool and smooth. It's not and it really ticks me off.
Yeah, you. The person that hates me. I don't care.
For you see, many a nasty thing has been said to me. I've been called ######, prick, moron, cool dude, stupid, foolish, and a variety of other insults in my time. I have had my proto dropped, suspended, and banned. I've been told to get a life. I've been told that I am not wanted here, and elsewhere. I've even been compared to the likes of the V-Tech shooter. And I don't care.
Do you know why? Because in my short lifespan I have c
Hello? Hello? Bannaphone? Who is this?
WHO GAVE YOU THIS NUMBER!
LISTEN TO ME! THERE'S A BOMB ON THE BUS. IF YOU GO UNDER 55 MPH THE BUS WILL EXPLODE!
WHAT DO I DO?
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS DEFUSE THE BOMB!
WHAT! I'M NOT A BOMB TECHNICIAN!
IT'S TOO LATE!
I miss old time cartoons. And I have a very broad definition of old cartoons. I grew up on Loony Tunes and the like. I'm talking about old school humor. Humor done right.
Do you want him to shoot you now, or later?
SHOOT ME NOW! SHOOT ME NOW!
BAM!
Good stuff.
And you know what else was awesome? Road Runner and Wile E. Coytee. I still fondly remember the gag where Wile would paint a backdrop over an outcliff. Road Runner would come charging along and then somehow run through
