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Nobody here is as big of a classic rock fan as me. Most people who visit this site should know that. That's why I enjoyed the movie 'School of Rock' so much. Plus Jack Black was in it. In the movie Jack Black subs for a 5th grade prep school class. Then he teaches them about rock and has them play in his band. And they pretty good. Plus you learn a lot about classic rock. Classic Rock is better than any other genre of music out there and I will have you wallow in misery if you think otherwise (I guess that's almost all of you who will be wallowing in misery).
'School of Rock' will give you a basic introduction to rock and roll. It's also a really funny movie. So I strongly urge you to go see it. Otherwise you suck. Anyone who thinks that any other type of music is better sucks. You suck. You wanna fight about it? Meet me in the shout out to this post. Yeah. That's what I thought. Rock and Roll is far superior to any other kind of music. And new age crap rock doesn't count under rock and roll. Because new rock doesn't rock, and it certainly doesn't roll. It just sinks.
So in conlusion, see 'School of Rock' and learn something. You'll be a smarter human being and you'll be much more respected because you're so cool. When Pink Floyd and Van Halen get back together, they'll kick everyone's ass all over again. Then you'll see. "God of Rock. Please allow me to rock this audience all the way to your divine kingdom. Amen". That's my praise, don't try to steal it. (0) comments

Today our school let out early for some reason. I have no idea why. Hey, wait, actually know exactly why; there was a meeting for the teachers. What I really don't know is why I pretended I didn't know why we got out of school early. Heh.

So anyway, I got out at 2:30, a full hour earlier than normal, and there were some places nearby that I wanted to go to. There was a public library, which I chilled at for a while, then I headed down to the Starbucks Bookstore Frapuccino. I mean Barnes and Nobles. I looked for drawing books for a while, but I actually didn't. I bought some sort of cold beverage that cost from 75-100% more than it should. Anyway, after depleting my wallet, and grabbing my "Uberhuge" (that means small) beverage, I headed back down the four... or fifteen... floors, I noticed something very strange, and frightening. There were these three kids little Asian kids in various different shades of camouflage clothing. I mean, their entire clothing was camouflage. They had shirts and matching camouflage pants. I guess they were brothers or something and children of the woman next to them.

At first I thought she was poor so she must have shopped at the army surplus store (because there are a lot of military supplies not being used these days) but then a far more frightening idea occured; someone is training an army of little Asian kids to invade, and, eventually enslave, America. Come on, we've all seen it before; those pictures of the little Asian kids smoking cigars and jumping through the air with twin AKs, John Woo-style as they mowed down battalions of Nazis. Well, I guess, my memory's not so good. But the cigar thing is true. And I know that in some of those tiny Asian countries where they're constantly at war, they have a lot of really young kids as soldiers.

Also, at the US Open qualifiers, there were all these ball-people, who were probably in their late teens, early twenties, and there was this one Asian kid, like, seven years old. And he stood in the hot sun the whole time, body completely rigid with his hands clasped behind his back. And whenever a ball would go astray, he'd run really fast and leap in the air to catch the ball before it bounced again, and he'd land in a roll. Then, he'd take out his Dostovels and waste all the Nazis. They weren't so smug then, were they, with their big fancy white sheets and their crosses. Or where they the KKK? Hmm... well, I don't know. But that little Asian kid was scary.

So, that's what I think the camouflage is all about. Some highly sinister organization is making an army made entirely of little Asian kids, and the worst thing is we'll be powerless to stop them, with all our troops abroad, playing roulette and shooting missiles at caves. And then we'll have to retaliate by bombing China or Japan, because our Fearless Leader can't pronounce names like Kazakhstan, where the most of the kids will probably be coming from.

Anyway, I don't have that much proof yet, but I just think you should keep your eyes out. If you see a little Asian kid wearing camouflage, call 311. It's everyone's favorite near-emergency number.

Nicky

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Just a note before I start. If you are a fan of friends and you are offended by what I say, write a shout out instead of holding in your anger at me. If you do you'll eventually explode.

The only time I saw a whole episode of friends was last years season primiere. I was forced to watch it by a friend of mine who I'll leave nameless for their own sake (You know who you are). It was the episode where Jennifer Anniston's character (I only know a few of their character's names) just had a baby. And I forget what happened but she kissed Joey but she didn't or whatever (I'm sure friends fans know what happened). But I do remember the comedy of the whole show consisted only of bathroom jokes (which includes sex jokes). The rest of the show was soap opera drama.

That's what friends is now. A soap opera with bathroom jokes. Wasn't it supposed to be a sit-com? Now it's just stupid. The friends are constantly swapping who they're seeing. And the ads are like "Joey and (Jennifer Anniston's character) kiss!" and it shows them kissing. Then they spend 5 episodes using that to peddle more crap. Then the add says "Ross and Phoboe kiss!" and it shows them kissing. The main problem I have with this show (I have other smaller problems with it, like the soap opera and bathroom humor) is that it's a show about "real life". TV should be shows about people who do different stuff in their lives. Friends is supposed to be about normal nobodies leading normal nobody lives. WHY AM I SUPPOSED TO CARE? I want to watch TV shows about people who fight terrorists, and about people who work in the White House and about people who do stuff that I don't. I don't want to watch a stupid show like friends. Why don't I just go out in the world and do what they do? It's more important to worry about your own life than worry about the lives of people who do the exact same thing as you on TV!

Am I the only one who thinks that TV is for taking a look at the abnormal lifestyle and life is for what you want it to be? I mean I'm sure people who work in the White House don't care that much for watching the West Wing. Probably because they don't have enough time, but still. Friends is boring because it's just really damn stupid. There's no more comedy, it's a nightime version of a soap opera and NONE OF IT MATTERS. Some people get so emotional that Ross and Monica shared a kiss or that Joey got fired. It's a waste of your time. It would actually be better for you to watch the Banger Sisters (See post below) than watch Friends. At least the Banger Sisters will tell you something. Friends just plain sucks. Friends sucks. Don't watch it. Because it sucks.

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I decided to start another segment thingy that has multiple different entries all relating to the title. So far I've started a Random Song Review one. So I decided to add another one entitled: Moves Not to see. Think of it as a time-saving guide. SO here goes the first entry.

First off, my sister is the one who keeps putting this on TV. And when I watched it I was only half paying attention, I was also working on one of my amusement parks for Roller Coaster Tycoon. So here's what I got out of it. Goldie Hawn goes to visit Susan Serandon. Apparently they used to be Banger Sisters. Goldie Hawn is still one but Susan Serandon is a mother who gets taken advantage of by her kids and husband. So yeah. A lot of nothing happens for a while and then the movie climaxes to when Susan cuts her hair and they both go out to a club. Then the movie sort of ends and Goldie Hawn goes home or something.

God damn did this movie suck. From the ads I thought it was something like they both go around and are constantly clubbin' and being groupies and living the wild life (la vida loca). But all that happens is that they go to one club. I also remember Serandon's character complaining that all of her clothes were beige when she wanted to go to a club. I guess there was a moral somewhere like "don't become a square" or "Goldie Hawn's character had implants done for this character" but I'm not really sure. So unless you're Jeremy and want to see this movie just to look at Hawn's fake knockers, don't waste your freaking time. You have better things to do like play video games or listen to music. Seriously, those things are a better use of your time. Later. (0) comments

Yeah, this one is really short. I just saw an ad for pot pie in a hot pocket. I don't get it. They had to give the product a whole new name. I mean, they could have called it like "Pot Pie Flavor" and had the Hot Pockets label be at the top, like the way most stuff works. But no, they had called it "Pot Pie Express". And then it got to me: why did they give it such a terrible name. I mean, I could come up with better names than that. First, I thought, they could have called it "Pot Pockets". But, then I realized that might not go so well. But, I mean, at least "Pie Pockets" or "Pocket Pie". I mean, come on, how many marketers does it take to change a light bulb? And furthermore, how many marketers does it take to come up with a product name? Apparently none, because that's how much work seems to have gone into this.

Nicky

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There has been an ongoing debate in the believe it or not "I Kill the Disney Channel" shout out thing. And I'm just going to settle this now. Batman is cooler than Superman. Superman is more powerful, and that's why he sucks. He can do anything. He can kill everyone. The reason kryptonite was invented was because people got tired of seeing Superman totally destroy everything without breaking a sweat. He's essentially invincible. That's what Batman is not. He's pretty powerful, but not invincible powerful. Plus he has cooler gadgets. And his costume is the coolest one in exsistence. That's it, game over. I win. No more talk on this subject. (0) comments

Yeah, I've got a real short posting. I was just to annoyed to pass this up. This does not mean I'm back on a regular posting schedule, nor may I ever be. But you can keep hoping. This is a letter for Christopher Hart, author of many "how-to" drawing books.


Dear Mr. Hart,

You've written a lot of well-intended comics drawing books in the past 10 or so years, and they've been quite popular. I've bought some of them, and I must admit that they have had helpful information, occasionally. But it would seem that all the books you release seem to have poor drawing quality that doesn't hold up very well to the modern industry output. Your book, "How to Draw Comic Book Good Guys and Bad Guys" in 1995 or '96 seemed to assume it was describing the modern comic style, but in fact was describing the drawing style from 10 years before that.

In 2001 you release "Drawing Cutting Edge Comics" which I've just discovered at the Laguardia library. It's not bad. I mean, the style is close to what it is now. It was published in 2001 and as far as I know (I don't realy read a lot of comics) the industry hasn't changed much since then. But, I mean, he talks about these so-called cutting edge comics as an "emerging trend" where really this style has been around for about 10 years. Come on. I remember having seen comics that look like the stuff you describe since lower school. Could it be that I was some sort of child genius who was able to notice the emerging trend years before experts like you? Or are you just a moron? And this is your apology? You come on the stage with your new book, asking if I, the reader have been dissatisfied with drawing books that aren't "cutting edge" enough? Puh-lease. How about we start with your books? "I hate other books, especially that other one I drew. That was way off base." I didn't see anything like that in his introduction. If I wanted cutting edge comics, I'd read "Drawing Dynamic Comics" again, which is written by an actual modern comic artist instead of an author who's been drawing the same way for 20 years. The only reason I have to think you understand "cutting edge" is because you probably use a razor blade to scoop cocaine into line so you can snort it conveniently. And that would explain how you say all those stupid things in your captions for the drawings. "As a result of this understanding, your drawings will take on a new authority. And then you will rule the world!... or something like that."

Okay, so that's mildly funny, and I bet it would seem irresistably funny in your highly coked up stage. So, in summation, your books contain some interesting information, but you should stop acting like you're the first person to notice that comic books today "have changed". And please, Chris, lay off the cocaine.

Nicky


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The Disney Channel. God what a waste of airwave space. The Disney Channel is the worst television station out there. Even worse than the Food Network (thanks to Iron Chef). Now I'm going to pick apart all of the shows into little bite sized pieces so you'll understand why they suck so much behind.

1. Lizzie Mcguire: This show is probably the worst one. The plots are all the same: Lizzie and her friends do stuff. Something happens. Everyone learns a lesson about life. There are random "funny" parts placed in there somewhere. What I hate the most is how this propelled Hillary Duff's career (Lizzie). She's not a good actress and she's an even worse singer. What I don't understand is how anyone's career can do well with a last name of Duff. So, don't watch this show and carry a firearm with you so you can kill Hillary Duff if you see her.

2. That's so Raven: I hate this show for the same reason as Lizzie Mcguire. It has practically the same premis except Raven is psychic. And there's random "comedy" sprinkled in there somewhere. I also hate how this propelled Raven's career. Because she also sucks. Also, I don't know what's wrong with her. She changed her name to Raven. If you're going to change your name to just one name, why in the name of god would you pick Raven? I also hate her. This is another reason to carry a firearm. Kill them both!

3. Kim Possible: This is an animated show which I hate for the same reason as I did Batman. The same thing always happened. She always won. Except I liked Batman because I watched it when I was little and didn't understand that Batman needs to win in order to stay on the air. But Kim Possible is programmed for teenagers. So who the hell are they trying to fool? I loathe this show.

4. Even Stevens: I hate this show because it's been Disney'd up. I like the boy (Shia LeBoeuf). He's actually a good actor (you'd know if you've seen Project Greenlight or the Battle of Shaker Heights). He just got stuck with a really terrible role in Even Stevens. It's probably why he swears so much on Project Greenlight. He's still pissed at Disney. I would be too. So yeah.

In conclusion, don't watch Disney because everything on it is boring, predictable and crappy. It all sucks, don't waste your time. And kill anyone associated with them if you come across them. Peace out. (0) comments

Most rap music sucks. That's the truth. Most rappers have stupid songs that have the same premis: "I'm the coolest, I get all of the ladies, women are objects, let's take drugs (insult enemy rapper)" I get tired of that pointless nonesense.
There are however a few rappers that I like to listen to. Jurrasic 5 is a rap group that have cool music and intelligent lyrics. Some of there songs are "What's Golden" and "Quality Control". I also like Run-DMC because they're the first really good group and they have cool songs. Ludacris is sometimes good as is DMX. Big Tymers are another group that I enjoy. But I think my favorite is probably Notorious B.I.G. He's quite profane but he has creative songs and cool lyrics. That's all right now and Friends sucks. Let's see you respond to that last sentence! (0) comments

I've been putting this off for a long time, and that's sort of the point.

In the past week or so, you may notice I haven't written much lately. I haven't really written anything. It's not that I don't have things to talk about, I just don't feel like writing them down much. So, I'm going to take a break from you guys and maybe I'll get my interest back. Until then, Mikey will keep writing, so don't forget to check. Bye.

Nicky

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Tomorrow the ninth grade of my school gets to go to Team Trek in Heber Springs Arkansas. The thing that pisses me off the most is that I have to go to Arkansas. I was hoping that I would never have to go there. Now I do, and that sucks. Second is that we leave tomorrow (Thursday) and come back on Sunday. And then we have to go to school again on monday. That sucks! Why can't they leave Tuesday and come back Friday? I want my weekend! I don't want to spend my weekend wandering around in the middle of the Arkansas forest, and then have to come home and go to school again. Stupid selfish school. And lastly it's in the middle of Arkansas and there are no outlets in the rooms and you just like go around the woods, no wait, I don't know what we're doing. They haven't told us anything. As far as I know we could be going to California to go beach hopping because they haven't told us what the camp is like, when we have to get up, what the fuck we're doing when we get there. Do they really need to surprise us? I don't know.
So anyway, I'm not going to be able to post until Sunday, and I probably won't want to, but I might. So yeah, later. (0) comments

Recently, I received a comment stating that the quality of our site has degraded from the good old days of yesterweek. "Could that really be possible?" I asked myself. It's only been a few weeks since I started this site. It seems that just days ago I was cracking out rants and raves and I was the life of the party. But he might be right. I just... it's like nothing makes me as self-righteously angry as before, or maybe I just had more time than I knew what to do with, and now that I'm busy, I don't have time to let minor offenses to my dignity stew into full-blown rage that emerges from my keys in a string of hilarity. I don't know what happened. I still like writing about school, but I don't know if anyone likes reading about it. I mostly do it for self-therapy. So, I don't know. What do you all say?

Nicky


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So anyway, it was paycheck day at midstate, since Cliff never actually worked there, he took Kornfeld's paycheck after he beat him out of the story. Then he went back home. He snuck in so his parents wouldn't see him. He crept back in to his room and put duct tape over his pet rock.
"Whvvuvhuvvhuvv," the rock muffled. Cliff walked over to his money box. The money box was actually a big cardboard box labeled "Dad's porn." Cliff jumped in the box. He fell down a long tunnel and landed in a big black leather chair. He turned around in the chair and his girlfriends were there waiting for him.

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No, no, bad commercial! Bad, bad! No! Do not play "Who Let the Dogs Out"! Do not let anyone know that you are a movie about dogs that are actually aliens. Oh god! It's happened.

Ugh, I can't believe they made that movie, "Good Boy". Wasn't Snow Dogs enough? How many terrible anthropormorphic dog-related movies can you put us through? How many?! When will you finally stop? How much misery will we have to endure? Oh god, how I loathe you, The Baha Men.

I kind of remember having more to say, but I can't remember. It probably wasn't that interesting anyway. Bye.


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Alright, good work Andrew. The next chapter:

Cliff arrived with his friend Herbert Kornfeld. Then he picked up an iron baseball bat and beat Herbert Kornfeld out of the story with a message for Andrew: He said, "Tell your boss that I don't appreciate him copying and pasting Onion articles into my life." Then he sat around for a day or two.

I hate you Andrew.

Nicky

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Then Cliff met his good friend, Herbert Kornfeld, and they went off to school together. School was not really a school per se, but rather the training center for Midstate Office Supply, AKA the Midstate Crib. Cliff worked in Accounts Payable training, and H-Dog in Accts receivable training.

Herbert talked to Cliff about his first week at Midstate "Judy Metzger, this li'l skank-ass ho from Accounts Payable, be runnin' her ass around the office, puttin' cupcakes wit' the goddamn smiley faces and shit on people's desks. I'm like, "Whus this smiley-face shit y'all be puttin' on my desk?" And she's like, "I made cupcakes for everyone in the office last night!"

Now, I don't take shit from nobody, and I sure as hell don't take no shit from some bitch from Accounts Payable, so I picks up my letter opener and do some crazy kung-fu shit on her. "Flag yo' ass outta here, bitch, and keep yo' fuckin' cupcake shit offa my fly desk. Finally they got to Midstate. It was paycheck day...

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I don't know. I keep writing about school, and I keep having nothing to say, but then taking two pages to say it. Well, it gives me satisfaction, it gives you guys something to read, and sometimes ensures a list of shoutouts. So...

Monday. Everyone hates Monday. Well, most people hate Monday. All I can muster is a general disapproval towards Monday. Since they recently made Breakfast free in public schools (it's for the test scores, stupid!) I decided to go and catch some. I left bright and early, but the stupid C train took 15 minutes to show up. So I hurled a small child onto the subway tracks. No seriously, small children have many uses, but throwing them onto electrified bars is not one of them. They're great for carrying your stuff, working in sweat shops, and even for Home Video television shows, but they should not be thrown at stuff. Anyway, I showed up pretty much, not early and did not eat breakfast. So it goes. In math class I finally got to transfer to higher learning, geometry (it's the study of shapes... and colors...), only to find myself in the middle of a lesson containing stuff I didn't know. Well, it's really not very hard, once you figure it out. I quickly learned to fashion a lean-to out of rocks, leaves, and branches. The geometry teacher is another fairly young, black woman. What's with that? My last teacher fit that description, but this one's nicer, and in seventh grade, we had Ms. Carpenter. Whatever. Weird. My friends are scary. People were, once again, admiring my sharp nails, and everyone wanted some more Freddy Kreuger loving. Really strange. This guy Will, he grabs my fingers and puts them on his arm, and he's like "Do it." I'm like "No! I'm not going to be your weapon of self-destruction" and he's like, "It's okay; I'm a man." And then I'm all like, "Uh..." That girl who I thought was kind of hot, even she is weird. She wanted me to scratch
her hard. She has on her left wrist what look like small, three-pointed scratches. They look like this: |||
I'm not sure if they are scratches but they look like it. Sort of like she cut herself repeatedly with a lobster fork. My other friend, the one who I've already said is weird always wears long sleeves, which could be a style or it could be like in this book I read, where the girl wore long sleeves to cover slash marks. Am I just paranoid or am I just in a much higher concentration of nuts than I'm used to? Oh god, please tell me I'm not going insane.

Lunch was fun. Our old recurring character, our old Junior friend, Dan (The Man) was back. Oh and this friend of mine was sitting with me and the weirdest girl when he popped up. Funny guy is Dan. Funny and strange. He kept indicating that I was gay and said some other weird stuff, all of which was really funny. Then this other girl, a sophomore, came and talked to us for some reason. She's a vocal student and was trying to dispell the myth (or apparently there's a myth) that vocal majors are untalented, drug-free, sluts. She swears that she's talented, didn't say much about the slut thing, and explained that she had just popped some sort of something this morning. Then Dan said that that wasn't cool, because that could be enough to overdose. Then they explained that drugs are cool, but overdosing isn't. At least, that's how I remember the conversation. I hate my life. Actually, I don't. It's interesting. It's a journey. It's time I escape my sheltered environment. Ha ha, Packer kids, you're in for a jolt when you graduate!

What else.... French was okay... History was cool... English is now a class I don't like. I can't believe it. English used to be one of my favorite classes, because it was easy and we got to read and have conversations and stuff. Now we still do a lot of that, but we have Ms. Handwerker, who's annoying. She's kind of like Ms. Fontaine (from Packer) but probably... more annoying. Man, I miss Ms. Seddon. She's the only English teacher who I can honestly say, kicked ass. Man, she's cool! The way Nick would always be really obnoxious, and then she'd diss him off, man... those were the days. I think I'm going now. I have to read more of this play that Ms. Handwerker gave us. It's called Fences. The original version had James Earl Jones in it. That's cool. He was great as Darth Vader, but I don't know where they taught him to fight so well, or fit him in that suit. Anyway, I gots to go. As always, write me... whenever.

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"I can't believe I have to go to school today!" Cliff thought aloud.
"Why don't you just let me go?" His pet rock said.
"Because my girlfriend won't let me!" Cliff replied
"Which one?" his rock said.
"Ummm I think it's Janice," Cliff said. Cliff put on his Zoot Suit and headed out the door with his rock and parents screaming after him.

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Well, this may very well not work, but I'm going to try it. I want to write a few paragraphs of a story, and then you, the reader will suggest ways to continue it. It can be anything as long as it sort of makes sense, so that pretty much disqualifies Jeremy. It can include aliens, or zombie hampsters or it could just be about people, but it has to be interesting if you want me to write about it. So, here's the first part, which I expect to come out as pretty neutral:

DEE DEE DEE DEE! DEE DEE DEE DEE!

Ah shit, Cliff thought to himself as his alarm blasted wave after wave of nauseating beeps into his ear. He smashed his alarm clock with his hand, but after the clock failed to shatter, he realized that he wasn't in a cartoon. He got up.

Okay. The end. Short, huh? Right, that's because the rest is up to you. I'm not sure how this should work. If you just have an idea, you can shout it out, or if you're more creatively inclined you could actually write the next section. Email it to me and if it's any good, I'll post it.

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Seinfeld. Frazier. Friends. Cheers. What do all of these shows have in common? They lasted a long time. What else do they have in common? They all are going to take themselves off the air, not the networks (Seinfeld and Cheers already did that). And what else do they have in common? They have very short names! Which brings me to my thesis. Succesful sitcoms have short names.

Does anybody remember "My big fat greek life?" I wanted to watch it but I didn't. So after one year it got taken off the air. Why wasn't anybody watching it? It has a really long name and there is no way to give it a nickname. You cant call it "big" or "fat" or "greek", nobody will know what you're talking about. So nobody watched it.

How about Andy Richter Controls the Universe? Well wait, everyone shortened it to Andy Richter. So that was just the ignorance of Fox. There have been thousands of sitcoms with lengthly names that were shot down off the airwaves that nobody remembers.

Some people may be saying, "Well you stupid moron, explain how shows like Malcolm in the Middle and Everybody Loves Raymond and still here." Simple: it's easy to shorten their name. Malcolm in the Middle is commonly called 'Malcolm' and Everybody loves Raymond is called 'Raymond'.

So if you're going to start a new sitcom, give it a one word name like: Philly, or Chicago, or Death. And if you must give it a long name, make sure you can shorten it to something like: Randy, or Billy, or Death. Eeebe-eeebe-eeebe- That's All Folks!

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Today, folks, I review "The Guest" by Phantom Planet. I hope my guitar teacher likes this, because he's the one who made me do this.

"The Guest" by Phantom Planet, establishes that these minor modeling and movie celebrities are all about the music. "Guest" displays Phantom Planet's and especially lead singer, Alex Greenwald's, stylistic range. While, at first I was not particularly impressed by many of the songs, as I had hoped, my appreciation for the album grew with each listening. The music shows some very clear influences, most noticeably The Beatles (the beginning of Lonely Day and the song Something is Wrong, and the A Day in the Life-like crescendo at the end of Wishing Well) and Radiohead (Turn Smile Shift Repeat). Alex Greenwald's voice shows a great deal of, sometimes melodramatic passion. While the electronic wizardry of vaunted producers Mitchell Froom and Tchad Blake occasionally overpowers the music, they generally contribute to the polish of the album. While the album seems to be lacking in serious content, it makes for guiltless fun.

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I have a cool guitar teacher. His name is Chris. He's in two bands. One is called Joanie Loves Trotsky. I have their short album and they have a web page (joanielovestrotsky.com) and you can email him if you want at... you know what? Just in case weirdos are reading this, I'm not giving out his address. But you can email me and ask for it. Or you could go to the web site. On the web page, he's the one on the far right. Anyway, his email is probably on that. He's also in a band called Jim Knable and the Randy Bandits. I've never heard any of that stuff, but the name kicks tons of ass. Chris is my guitar teacher. He is cool.

Anyway, we had our first lessons in loads of time on Thursday. And he gave me this MP3 CD with about 170 songs on it. So, part of my homework was to listen to "The Guest" by Phantom Planet and write a 150 word review about it. That's a cool homework assignment, isn't it? Well, actually it's not that cool. I don't know how to write a music review and 150 words isn't a lot of wiggle room. It's hard to write 150 words or less. But it's an interesting idea. So, I've been listening to the album, and I'll probably post my review when I've heard the album enough to really write about it. I kind of like the album, and it's got some really fun music on it, but I don't like all of it.

But this brings me to my main point: everything on it is better than almost ANYTHING from the 80's. God, the 80's sucked. Actually, an article at Maddox's site (see: "The Best Page in the Universe" in my links section) inspired me to write this. He too, despite being an asshole, hates the 80's. But, no, this is not some imitation article, for my hate of the 80's goes back many years. In fact, the 80's are entirely my least favorite decade, even worse than whenever it was that they had all those witch trials.

Let's start with the music. My topic sentence: what the fuck? The 80's were a decade when computers were first finding widespread popularity and it spawned games like Donkey Kong (the one where Mario tries to save his sweet-ass bitch from Donkey Kong.) Along with those computers came the first commercial music synthesizers. That's pretty cool, some pretty hot-ass techno sweets my out, like Propellerheads. You should check that stuff. It's fine. But in the 80's, they also had synthesizers. And I ask myself over and over again, how come they all decided that they HAD to use synthesizers to make good music? When will people learn that good technology doesn't make good songs, it just makes it easier for really atrocious songs to become popular.

Like Culture Club. What the hell was that? Like they did that song "Karma Chameleon". You know? Like in those Levis commercials with the karaoke and the guys can't sing but they're wearing nice dreams. You know, "Karma karma karma karma karma Chameleon, you co-o-o-me and go, you come and go-o-o-o." Come on. You know what was a good song from the 80's? "Whip it." That's about the only one. Now whip it, whip it good! Man, that song kicks more ass than anything by Hanniway or Ace of Bass or whatever that terrible stuff all was. And I guess The Clash was pretty cool. And old school rap was pretty cool. But THAT'S IT for 80's music.

And what about the fashion? Everyone was desperate to be a punk. Everyone with the mohawks and the piercings and the chains and the women's clothing. And David Bowie? Come on! He was the Marilyn Manson of the 80's, but weirder. He made that shitty movie, "The Man Who Fell to Earth" where he plays an alien and some people said it was about alienation and stuff, but I think David Bowie just wanted to make a long movie with a pornography sequence near the end. Man, that movie sucked.

Now the movies. Here I have to say that they made some progress. Terminator came out, and though it wasn't so great, Terminator 2 was pretty cool. And Robocop! Man, I just saw that movie in August and that kicks more ass than an angry ninja! There's all this grotesque mutilation and Eric's dad from "That 70's Show" plays the bad guy. And it's funny! There's all this black humor and stuff where this guy takes a mayor hostage and then demands an SUV, the kind that gets really shitty mileage. So the 80's weren't a complete loss. But man, I still hate that decade... so much.

In fact, I'd say the best thing to come out of the 80's was me. Yep, I was born in 1989, just barely escaping the suckiest decade ever, surfing out along that wave like a Ninja Turtle, because they kick ass, like me. So, in conclusion, if it weren't for the 80's neither me nor any of most of my friends would exist, but that hardly excuses its supreme suckiness. I'll be back on Monday, hopefully, with more fascinating accounts of school. I might even write something on Saturday, but I'm tired now, so I'm going to end this. Bye.

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Last friday night my family and I were out doing a shopping and dinner excursion. And outside the parking lot of a Target, I saw a pick-up truck that was parked. This was no ordinary pick up truck. It was all shiny and painted this strange greenish color. And the body of it was about 2 inches off the ground. It was one of the funniest things I've ever seen. Eventually the guy came out and when he turned it on, it rose a few inches, but only a few, so it was still mad close to the ground.

I remember Tim telling me that most of the time the cops bust street racers for illegal tune-ups they do before races. One of those illegal tune-ups is lowering the body of your care below a certain height. It's supposed to give you more speed. This guy had to be a street racer because of the how low to the ground his car was, even if it was a pick-up truck. (Propz to Tim for tha street racing info hook-up)

Later as we were driving home, I saw a sports car with that blue light shining below it. You've seen that blue light. They install something under the car that shines a blue light on the pavement below. Those guys are always street racers. I didn't actually see any racing, but it's out there. And also at night I can always hear fools driving down my street blasting rap music. I thought that would interest you guys. Later. (0) comments

I've decided that when I feel like reviewing some random songs I've been listening to, that I'll just do it. On to the songs!

1. Welcome To The Jungle - Guns N Roses. A must have if you are even moderately into Classic Rock. The beginning is super sweet with the main guitar lick getting you into tune. Then it breaks into the main tune and starts off with "Welcome to the Jungle, we've got fun n games!" The rest is genius. So if you have no fear of the government go download it. I haven't bothered to listen to all the lyrics in detail to try and decifer the meaning so maybe some of you could tell me. One interesting lyric I've heard is "I wanna see you bleed." But it's freaking Guns N Roses.

2. Rappers Delight - Sugar Hill Gang. I shouldn't be reviewing this because I'm sure almost all of you have heard this song. If you haven't it's to the tune of "Good Times" by Chic (Thank you 70's). The first part is "The hip the hop the hubby blah blah you know what I'm talking about." It was the first rap song recorded. It was recorded in 1979. If you have not downloaded it yet then you better go get it now. It's 12 minutes of pure rap bliss. And it's not about violence or drugs or pimps and ho's or anything. It's just rhyming. It's super fly so pick it up!

3. The Final Countdown - Europe. The first time I heard this song was for a few seconds on TV. It was being played during a play stoppage at a hockey game. It's this really cool techno song with lyrics. It's mostly instrumental but it's really cool. It is the kind of song you would sooner hear at a sporting event but it's a cool song. I strongly suggest downloading it because it's just a cool song.

4. Played-A-Live - Safri Duo. If anybody out there has heard of this song then you heard it on FIFA 2003. It's an instrumental but it's really cool. The first part are these drums banging out a cool beat. Then this keyboard like instrument comes in and adds some cool tunes. It's a pretty fun song and I imagine it's good to dance to. I have never tried so I don't really know. It's an interesting song so I suggest downloading it if you want to try something really different that you've never heard of.

Happy Listening!
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Well, it's Friday and I'm in a pretty good mood. I'm going to try to write about today at school and whatever while rocking out to "Stacy's Mom". That song kicks so much ass, man! It's about this guy who's in love with his friend's mother. Isn't that great? The song is so freakin' power-poppy and yet it's so incredibly inappropriate. I love that. It's great. It's got my legs jerking around, which is a problem, because my computer is resting on my legs, and it's hard to type this way. Still.... I'm also downloading "Date Rape", by Sublime. That song kicks a lot of ass as well. It's about this guy who gets a girl drunk and rapes her, but then he goes to jail and gets raped by this other inmate. I know, it sounds terrible, but it's a really good song. And it's all sort of upbeat-sounding, because it's like ska. And it's got a moral too, and that's cool.

Anyway... my day. Well, it was cool. I met some more people today. Well, I'd already known who they were, but I actually, you know, met them. It was weird, it was drama class. At some point, all these kids crowded around me and wanted to mess with my hair and look at my nails. One guy wanted to braid my hair, but I think that made him feel weird so he didn't do it. If you know me, you'll know I have a white or blond streak of hair on the left side of the back of my head. It's a great conversation piece, because kids always gather around me and threaten to cut it off in my sleep, and that's always a good way to start a conversation. Maybe that's what lead to my nails. If you know me, you'll also know that the nails on my right hand are really long and sharp. It started out for finger-picking at my guitar, but then I realized it would be really cool to sharpen them and threaten Mikey. And that's how it all started.

Well, here it's different. At Laguardia, we're an art school so they love weird artistic expression. There's this one kid named Baraq, or something, and he saw my hair and he's like, "That is so cool! I can't get over how cool that is! Isn't that cool!" Kind of creepy. But fun.

So these kids gathered around me, and they're kind of weird, so they're like, "Dude! Scratch my arm." And a lot of them were cute girls so I'm like, "Uh... sure!" And then they're all like, "Whoah! That is SO COOL! Come over here! Oh, scratch him, scratch him!" And I'm like... "Okay." So that was fun. I think.

We have this class called "Voice and Diction" where we learn different accents and standard speech, which is how newscasters sound. So he had us read from this big 'ol packet and identified our accents. I read some and I had to read the word "dog" and he told me I had a stereotypical Brooklyn accent. Is that true? I guess. I do say "dauwg" and "cauwfee". But I can fix that quite easily.

I'm not sure I want to be friends with that weird girl anymore. I'm kind of scared of her. We're from different worlds, and I don't think I like her world. So I'm making friends with the cheery ones who wear bright colors. Well, the girls wear bright colors, the guys wear T-shirts that say stuff like "Iron Maiden" and they're Marilyn Manson fans. But they're not punk or goth or anything. They just like fucked up music. There's this girl named Emily Meade (I don't know how her last name is spelled) and she looks EXACTLY like Liz Miller, accept she's nicer and a little less artificial looking, which is really quite nice. She's one of the girls who wanted me to scratch her arm. "Yes, I'll scratch your arm anytime."

Yesterday I got on the 9 train and it was really packed, the kind of can't-move-your-appendages kind of packed. And I was rammed in there like a sardine... a gigantic sardine... in a train. And I just happened to be shoved into a Laguardia girl and her friend. So we introduced ourselves while being thrown on top of each other. That was fun. I forgot their names, which is bad, but I think, given the situation, it's forgiveable.

Well, I've got real homework now and I actually haven't eaten dinner yet. So, I'm going to go do that now.

Oh, don't you think more songs should use the word "bagel" in them? Yes, definitely. Anyway, bye now.


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I was talking to my (girl)friend about some cool dreams I had this week, and I thought, since I didn't really want to write about school, I would write about the dream for you.

So there was like this guy who turned into a zombie sometimes at night, I think. Right, and there were these hot girls who were like Slayers. The zombie guy was kind of like a monster that was in Buffy once and had me scared for a bunch of months a few years ago.
And I guess I realized I was dreaming at some point. Oh, but before that, I took this big stone bench and I lifted it, and I'm like, "I'm going to try and ram him with this, and then I'll give up."
So I tried, but it didn't work too good.
So then I noticed I was dreaming at some point.
And then I'm like, screw this. And then I chase down the blond girl and do some stuff...
Oh oh!
And then some guy or guy's, there might have been an old Chinese guy, and he berates me for not doing anything more creative in my dream.

I think there was some sort of Heath Ledger in "The Order" thing involved at some point.
And a fancy dinner thing outside and Heath Ledger goes crashing in on a zip line. In Manhattan. Weird.

I'll get back to you if I have anything useful to write. This is just to hold you losers off.

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This is a school story that my friend Carolyn sent to me. She goes to Stuyvesant. It's kind of eerily brilliant. Some beautiful stuff in there, and I'm so proud of her that a boy gave her his phone number. Good work there, honey! But, seriously, read it. I mean, come on, what else are you going to do with your lives?

Love and Death High School (That's my title. So I named someone else's story. Sue me.)
I suppose this is her title:



[bad pick up lines.]

i'm sitting in seventh period freshman comp. feeling especially bored and mildly dissatisfied with my apathetic ignorance towards all of the new faces i've had hurled at me in the past few days.

i swear to god i'm going to need flash cards in order to remember my 799 classmates names.

there's sunlight on the desk but i don't feel any warmer. the ex-football player next to me with a name that i want desperately to call marlow, like my recently desieced goldfish, is so bored that he's actually resorted to reading ahead in 'taming of the shrew'. some girl with a name tag filled in with bright pink is trying desperately to sound intellectual, but unfortunately for 'diane t.' she's failing at it worse then i am from art appreciation (with the teacher who's already made 5 'freshies' cry).

this really can't be high school.

"i have to say, ms. brown, that i think that high school dating is purely for aesthetics and fashion reasons, i mean....do 15 year olds really think that they can be in love? they haven't the life experience...i mean, really!"

ohhh, diane t. you're trying way too hard....visions of my whirl wind summer flashing in colourful slow motion paint the walls of my mind.
[light hitting the little box of a white room, imprint on a bed, hum of an air conditioner, can you fall asleep any faster?]
[boring movie, but i don't hear the words...i can get used to this feeling. amazed to think that society allows feelings of pure ecstasy such as these...i'm planning a different future now...yes i love you too...]

there's a shadow of filling the patch of emptiness on my desk so i'll click my pen a few times.

"ms. brown...i agree with diane, i really don't think that children are capable of such complex feelings such as love. sure we have urges, we all want to get laid, we all want to feel...well you know, but love isn't something to mess around with. a lot of teens might think or say that they're in love, but when it all gets boiled down, well...it's just ignorance. i'll admit. i'm ignorant..." marlow, windsor, whatever your name is...are you even thinking about the words coming out of your mouth?

"windsor! you dick! what do you think? you turn 20 and then...bam...love hits you? Seriously! love has nothing to do with age...it's all about maturity! what the fuck do you call 'romeo and juliet'? they were nearly our age...holy fucking hell!" zach, another one of the not so brainless jocks speaks up.

now this  this is high school.

i really want to speak up but the buzzer kills the possibility of that. ms. brown curses about 26 minute periods and i prepare to pack up and become just another faceless blur in the hallway traffic. everything is traffic these days...someday i'm gonna get hit by a bus. i start walking towards the door, zach and i conversing about 'Plato's allegory of the cave'. there's a warm hand on my left arm. windsor.


"hey, so carolyn what do you think of all of that stuff about teenage love? i mean, personally i really don't think that it's possible...imagine thinking your in love - at our age - what would you do, i mean you can't get married or anything and then you never get to explore around with other people, find what you like and such. yeah, you're right, love doesn't have to last...the whole romeo and juliet thing is different though, i mean that wasn't so much love as it was an infatuation...not very romantic really. but seriously teen love is so stupid...it's all about sex. but anyway...so...err...i was wondering if you wanted to get a cup of coffee or something afterschool today...or someday...or a movie or something, whatever's good for you...look heres my number..."


Wasn't that great? Yes, it was. Let's give Carolyn a hand.
Oh, and if anyone wants to send in their own story, preferably about their life and new school life, just send it in. If you're a half-decent writer or if you have a really interesting story to tell, don't hesitate. I'm not going to judge you, despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Please, this web site is for you guys: I want you to have a say. Even if I don't know you, feel free to send something in. I'll decide if I want to post it. If you don't have a story, send me anything. Send me a message to tell me you like my site. It's all good. Remember, it's okayeahwhatever@yahoo.com.

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Well, I have a problem. JEREMY IS STILL AN IDIOT! I guess that article didn't get through to him. JEREMY, YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR IS WRONG AND DEPRAVED. YOU ARE NOT FUNNY, YOU ARE JUST SICK. So Jeremy, please, just stop. No more asking Nicky's teacher for things, no more papa john is a pimp. Just be quiet. Thank you folks, you've been an amazing audience, Good Night! (0) comments

Today is September 10th. You all know what that means. Tomorrow we will all pause and think about that strange and terrible day two years back, and we'll wonder, how much can one thing affect life on Earth? A lot, it would seem. A terrifying amount. Let us recount. 1999, or something, we were at the height of an economic boom. "Hooray!" they all said, "the stock market is up and the dot-com bubble will never burst!" Pretty soon after Bush stepped in, we slipped a little. And by a little, I mean, if a man were climbing a mountain, except it was really the stock market trend, and then the stock market dropped like it did then, he would plummet to his death amid the debris of a thousand internet businesses. I'm not saying Bush is directly responsible, I'm just trying to link the two events in your head. 2001: we are still in a recession. Americans all over the world force themselves to watch our "president's" speeches on television, but turn down the volume and instead listen to "Alvin and the Chipmunks" tapes.

Suddenly, crash. In a shrieking, fiery shot, an airplane punctuates the World Trade Center. 17 minutes later, the second tower is pierced. For 24 hours, life as we know it disintegrates. Desperate New Yorkers struggle to reach each other across the city, inhibited by lost cell phone connections and a general break-down of information. Crying students are comforted by classmates that hardly know them. Schools let out early and shell-shocked students wander home and watch the non-stop, 'round the clock news coverage, with nothing new to say so they just show again and again and again: a plane flies low to the ground. Too low. And everyone knows what happens next by now. They watch it over and over and over again, as if a hundred planes had destroyed a hundred buildings, and they cling to each other, because they need to know that there is still love in the world.

Two years later, and we approach the anniversary of a modern tragedy, one we've seen with our own eyes, touched with our bare hands. Some day all this will be in a text book, and we will be the ones recounting it to our children and our grandchildren. It's been two years, and I wish I could say we are a better people. But optimism has never been my strongest trait.

Two years, and what have we done? We've bombed Afghanistan further into the stone age than even they thought possible, dropping bombs and food on fields already littered with mines. We removed the Taliban and forgot about their country, and so few among them can honestly claim they have a better life.

The USA Patriot Act has eroded our civil liberties when we need them most, and no one wants to talk about it.

We ignored the UN, a council made of hundreds of countries, specifically designed to prevent disasters of policy. We destroyed the universal public support in which we took such pride by initiating a war, which by definition was illegal, not because of a danger to us or another country, but because the government was so sure that Iraq had Weapons of Mass Destruction, a convenient term that they liked to throw in our face like a smokescreen. We invaded their country and liberated them with bombs and supply cut-offs. How many of our soldiers have we lost? A lot. A lot more than anyone would have guessed a year ago. Have we found those Weapons yet? Not likely.

I was hardly affected on a personal scale by September 11. No one I knew died and not even any of my friend's parents or close friends were harmed in the attack. I guess you could call me one of the lucky ones. I guess if you're offended by what I say, maybe it's because I can't see what you've seen, I never felt it on the same level as those who have been deeply affected by the attack. But I think from my view I can see clearly and I won't let myself be caught by War Fever or a need to retaliate. Enough retaliation's been done already.

I don't know. I'm sorry. I'm just a kid and I'm saying a lot of the things I've heard... but I believe in what I say. I guess I'm not so good at articulating how I feel, because I don't have such raw emotion to guide it. All I've got is the anger that I have for the United States for using September 11 as a springboard for more violence and destruction. I'm not a hippy, not an idealistic, utopian give-peace-a-chance guy, but I think that there's something in that. Come on, how many more people do we have to kill in the name of peace? You have to see, and you have to hear, and touch and taste and smell your surroundings. Open your eyes, open your hearts, open your minds.

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Yeah I plan to do this some of the time. I know that some of you readers don't care too much about sports, but this post will probably be covered up with something else pretty quickly. So anyway, right now I'm pissed off at stupid sports analyists who are predicting who will win the super bowl. They started doing this before the season even started, which didn't make any sense. And of course in the 1st week they were shown that their predicted team actually will suck and they all went home to cry themselves to sleep. I say serves them right. I am only for predicting the outcome of the season a few weeks before the playoffs. So to all of you ESPN sportcasters out there, listen to some classical music and wait before you speak. Later everyone. (0) comments

Hey everyone. What's up, etcetera. I don't have anything that I'm driven to write about, so I'll just write about school or something and hope it turns out good. If it doesn't you'll have wasted a few minutes, and knowing you, you'd rather read bad work from me than... anything... from anybody else. Because you're illiterate, and I probably type at a 5th grade level, like most newspapers. I mean, it's like a 5th grade level, but the 5th grader would have to be reading at a 9th or 10th grade level, which only I could do at that time. That reminds me of something. Hey, Packer kids, remember, Ms. Carpenter? Remember how she used to give us that geometry stuff from the 9th grade textbooks? Well, now I'm IN 9th grade, and we still haven't done any of that stuff. So it should be clear sailing from here. Actually, I have to switch math classes. I'm going to be in geometry, but they put me something called "Elementary Algebra", all though on schedule card, it was written "El Algebra", and for a second I thought I had accidentaly gone to an all-Mexican school. But it was really an abbreviation, which I found out when I asked the security guard, who I took to be one of the impoverished but passionate teachers where "el baño" was. He acted perplexed and asked if I was looking for Spanish 3. I complimented him on his excellent English, and his humorous New Jersey accent. Now I see that he was perfectly justified in knocking me out and leaving me naked in the girl's bathroom. Actually, to tell the truth, most of that story was a total lie. But I suppose the smarter of you were able to deduce that from subtle clues I left around this and other sites. But they did put me in the wrong math class, with another black woman as the teacher. She was like Ms. Carpenter, but without the internal passion and the being pretty nice. Well, it's public school.

At lunch, I went to the cafetaria, because that's where we eat lunch. Actually, it's called a dining room, which is kind of snooty, especially since it looks like a cafetaria, but at least it's not a "dining commons" like Packer has. I started eating my sandwich with whole wheat bread and fake cheese and fake meat ("it's soy-licious!"), and sat down with that girl I mentioned yesterday. Today she had a shirt that said, in a block:

ABC
DEF
UCK

We all had a hearty laugh, especially after agreeing that all the other idiots have to read a shirt out loud to understand it. It's true you know. Actually, she had a hearty laugh, because I was busy trying to read it and hear myself over everyone else. Not really.

Then I remembered I had to talk with the head of the math department about changing my class. So, I got up to leave and walked towards the exit, which was guarded by a disgruntled looking security guard, or custodian or something, I sort of nodded towards the door inquiringly, and he glared at me. So I went to him and tried to explain, and he says, "No! I don't want to hear your story! You have a short day, just go back and sit down!" So I did. That weird Junior who seems to want to be my special friend was back, (actually he just loves Freshies). He tried to help me with his confidence and height, but the guy shot him down. Ah, ha ha ha! Oh, wait... that sucked. I think that security guy hates me now.

I totally love my English room! No, really, it's a total cliché. There are all these plastic or ceramic hearts hanging off the top of the blackboard, and she's got those "Barnes and Nobles" pictures of famous writers hung on this bulletin board, I guess. A little American flag droops languidly at the top of a book shelf in the corner of the room. I begin to speak in present tense, thus denoting poetic writing. Night falls upon the lake like a black, silken shawl, and envelopes the earth in it's darkness.

Our English teacher, Ms. Handwerker– actually give me second... Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Her name is funny! Our English teacher, who is very nice and openhearted and very much like an English teacher is expected to be, gave this rather depressing speech about money. It started off as a denouncement on the evils of judging people by their financial status, and that seemed fair enough, then she launched into a long, imploring speech, urging anyone who's to poor to buy stuff to come to her so she can help allocate school budget to helping them. That's a pretty respectable appeal. Makes sense. Some people are poor and they need help paying for stuff. But then she had to give all these examples about poor students she knew, who lived in shelters, or they were being abused by their parents (that doesn't really have to do with money, does it? I guess she had a point), and this kid that lived at a shelter, and he had a performance with the school, and they wouldn't let him back in because it was after 12:00, and stuff. Or kids that couldn't afford looseleaf or pens and stuff. Man, this really preppy-looking girl, who's kind of hot in a hand-painted way looked like she was about to throw herself out of the building. And that would have done some real damage, because we were on the sixth floor at the time. It's like that episode of Seinfeld I saw today, with the pigman, and where that guy throws himself off the roof of the hospital and crushes George's car. It could have been a fiasco like that.

So, at the end of the day, I went to that math head's office and waited in line for a while, and then I talked to her about switching up. Normally you have to pass the math Regents to get into geometry, but my mom talked to her and this woman was comfortable with writing three factoring questions on a note card. I got one wrong, but she was confidant I'd make it. And this message is just for my girl Abby in Westchester, always representing, that I saw an Inuyasha picture that some art student had drawn hanging in the math head's office. It was pretty good, but his hands looked weird. And he seemed to be doing something strange with his sword. Otherwise it was good.

So, as the title would suggest, I'm really bad at guessing how much I'm going to write, but I'll leave it there as a testament to the fact that all humans, even supermen like me make mistakes. My hands are tired and my keyboard is smoking, so I'm gonna say good bye now. Good bye now.

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Hey morons, some of you have been shouting out to the wrong problems. WOuld you like to know why? YOU HAVE TO CLICK THE SHOUT OUT BUTTON THAT IS ABOVE THE POST YOU WANT TO SHOUT OUT TO. Now that you have this vital piece of information let's see if you can fix this problem. Later. (0) comments

Yeah this probably won't take up too much space but it's just a question. I mean I see him all the time in the commercials and is he some random chef or is he actually Papa John? So if anybody knows what he is shout out to it. And Jeremy, don't say anything. I know what you want to say and I don't want to hear it. (0) comments

Okay I just need to say this on a public level. Jeremy you are a freaking idiot. The posts you put up are incredibly stupid and all say the same thing. "I will have intercourse with anything even a plant". We know this already, and for those of you who don't, you don't want to know this. So Jeremy, you've said too much. Try to have some variety with what you say. That's all for now. (0) comments

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Yeah, that title was fake German. What are you going to do about it? Anyway, this is a quick one. I just wanted to mention that sometimes little sayings or one-sentence ideas will come to me and I can't think of a whole posting to follow them. So if I get one of those, I'll just write it as a title of a blog or something. Bye. Oh, and Evan, it's not the Jeremy you're thinking of. It's one of my friends.

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Well, today, for many of us, was the first day of school at Laguardia. Jolly good! No, really. It was interesting. I woke up somewhat groggy this morning, but running high on adrenaline, and took the train to school. I got there early, only to find myself at the back of a line that reached across three sides of the school. Not as much as Stuyvesant, but still a hefty boost from last year's 60-kid grades. For the first few hours, mostly during the drama classes (which weren't classes, really, just introductions), not much really happened. Some annoying looking kids chatted amongst themselves while the returning students relaxed with smug grins on their faces. I stood aloof, cooly surveying all those around me. Pretty soon I got tired of that and started looking for a friend.

We had science next, and I was bored of wondering around and being confused, and having no one to do it with. So, I started speaking louder and contributing stuff, and then the greatest part, I found a toothpick in my pocket. Now, I use toothpicks with proficiency, and I stuck that baby in my mouth and start messing with it. And that gave me a whole personality that they just hadn't noticed. Now I was the cool kid with the toothpick. So I sat down near this girl who I thought might be cool, and looked at her some and stuff. Eventually, we struck up a conversation about how this entire group we were in couldn't find our science class. The answer was too complicated to explain here. Anyway, she's pretty fun to hang out with, but she frightens me a bit. She's on two types of antidepressents, one of them she says is the wrong prescription. She also doesn't seem very dedicated to work and says she barely passed some of her classes, which to me, is bad. Because I usually do well in classes. Still, she's better than no one.

At lunch, this highly zealous Junior, or maybe a young Senior stopped by our table and enthusiastically introduced himself as "Dan the Man". He told us how much he loved the "Freshies". He seemed to be high on crystal meth at the time, but I remembered him from earlier in the year, and I guess he's always like that. A little creepy, but he made me feel welcomed at least. I think.

The food looked like the sort of thing you find chunks of in fake vomit, so I ate most of the sandwich I brought. I accidentally skipped my French class and went to English class. Then I had to go to my REAL English class at the end of the day. It was kind of humiliating. Throughout the day, teachers told me what sort of stuff I needed to bring to class in order for them not to get pissed at me. So I doodled and didn't write anything down and then my mom got pissed at me. So I have to call some people I met. I suck. Also, I think I'm in the wrong Math class, and if I want to get transferred up, I have to take the Regents exam. I've never taken one of those because I'm from a private school. Well, well, well... we'll see. I'll write more later. If anyone else wants to contribute a story about their first day at school, or really about anything, email me at okayeahwhatever@yahoo.com.

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Well for most of this site's readers, this is your last day of summer. My summer ended way back on August 14th, so yeah you're summer is done now also. But anyway, let's get to the point of this post. There were a lot of sequels this summer that weren't that good. Actually most of the movies this summer were pretty lousy. First there was the second Matrix. It was kind of cool, but it kind of wasn't. Sort of the same things happened, and the webmaster or whatever of the matrix had a long confusing speech which I understand to mean that Neo is like not powerful or something. It really didn't make too much sense, and the plot hardly progressed.

The second sequel I saw was Tomb Raider 2. Wow was that crappy. I mean, nothing happened. I don't really remember it that well, it's probably because it was so bad. What I do remember is that she could decode the map in about a minute and the bad guys took a few days to do it or something. But yeah it was terrible.

I also saw Terminator 3. It was the same as the others. He's protecting two people. The lines that Ahnold had were "We need a new vehicle" "I must protect you" and "I'll drive". I fell asleep in the middle of it because I saw it at a drive-in and it was the second movie. But at the end Ahnold terminated the evil robot and a nuclear bomb destroyed everything except the two people that were supposed to survive. It was kind of stupid.

Now for the sequels that I didn't see. Jeepers Creepers 2 I think was just a segway to the third one like the Matrix. Charlie's Angles 2 I didn't see. It was probably just more impossible stuff like the first one was. So in conclusion, movies need to get better because last summer produced a lot of lame stuff, most of them were sequels. Later. (0) comments

Well, the summer is coming to a close, in fact, for many of you, it may have already done its closing thing. For most of this, probably all of us, this raises a certain sadness. When I think about school, I'm nervous and a little worried. But I'll tell you what I won't miss about the summer: the constant barrage of so-called summer blockbusters, none of which, it seems, have broken many blocks. And yet, it is only occasionally the terrible movies that piss me off. What bothers me are those little captions from reviewers they play during commercials for those movies. If you really watch a movie commercial, you'll seethese crazy quotes, some of them don't even sound like compliments, except the narrator reads them really enthusiastically: "...teeters between insanity and stupidity!" Stuff like that. And sometimes they take stuff out of context so you it's really deceptive. Like, a reviewer writes about a horror movie, like DEFORMED GUY WITH A CLEAVER 2: DEFORMED GUY ALWAYS CLEAVES TWICE, or something, "While watching this movie, I was overcome by horror; the idea that such a terrible movie could have been made sent shivers down my spine." Of course for the ad, they'd conveniently shorten it to, "I was overcome by horror...[it] sent shivers down my spine."

Okay, all that stuff sucks, but the ones I really hate are that Roger Ebert and his entourage. He's always got a new idiot reviewing movies with him. What is it now? Is it still Ebert and Roeper? Is it the Tom and Ebert show? Well, I don't know. But he's very annoying. Always with the giving of his thumbs, in an upward fashion. I'm sure he could find something better to do with his thumbs. I could name them, but, you know, you'll figure it out. Let's just say it involves his ass. But how does it work? He gives EVERY movie two thumbs up? How are we supposed to respect his opinion as a movie critic when he LOVES everything SO MUCH? He'll probably give Dicky Roberts: Former Child Star two thumbs up. How does his rating system work?

I don't know. I'm sure it makes sense. I guess it's like, two thumbs up is good, I guess. And if he really likes something, he gives it two thumbs way up. I think he should actually have to give his thumbs away. Like, he's all like, "I give 'Star Wars: Episode III: It Could be The Last' two thumbs up!" And they're all like, "Okay, great," AND THEY RIP HIS THUMBS OFF, with like , some sort of ripping, shredding machine, and blood is spurting everywhere, and he's all like, "OH GOD! MY THUMBS! MY BEAUTIFUL THUMBS! I'M RUINED!"

Well... maybe that wouldn't be so great. But we should hire some burly men to go to his house and hold him down while some menacing German engineers drill open his brain and implant an explosive device that will detonate when he lies about his opinion of a movie. He might still raise his thumbs to terrible movies, but at least you'll know he believes it. Anyway, I typed myself to sleep, a second ago. So... I'm going to brush my teeth, and maybe see if there are any hookers on eBay, and if I can get them sent by UPS ground shipping. Then I'm going to bed. Good bye.

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Love. 15. 30. 40. Game. I'm pretty sure everyone knows what I'm talking about. But for those of you who don't, that's how they score a game in tennis. I read somewhere that the reason 0 is called love is because in the old days of tennis before the U.S. exsisted, they called 0 l'oeuf in France, which literally translates into "the egg". Now I mean and egg representing 0, I can deal with that, that makes enough sense. But if you win the first point, you get 15 points. Then you get 30 points and then 40. It doesn't even make sense. Why do the first two points increase your score by 15 each time, then you get 10 points and I think when you win the game you have 50 points. How hard would it be to just say, 0,1,2,3,4 and you win. People who watch tennis often have gotten used to the way they score it. I have gotten used to it a while ago, but I think it's really stupid. If anybody knows why they score it this way, tell me. All I'm asking for is a simple explanation. Later much fanatics, I'll see ya around. (0) comments

Now, some of you may not no who Jake Gyllenhaal is. Let me try and fill you in. He's a fairly young, up-and-coming actor. He's starred in movies like Donnie Darko, October Sky, and Moonlight Mile, which I just saw. Here is a picture: http://www.azcentral.com/ent/gifs/0821entmoonlight.jpg. See, he's got that hair, the sort of weird lips, all that. And you all know Tobey Maguire of the Cider House Rules, and Spider-Man and everything. He looks a little like this: http://www.cinemamontreal.com/images/people-341-tobeymaguire.jpg. No you can't look at them and tell me they don't look the same. Goddamnit, as I write these words, my argument is falling apart. They don't look that much alike. But if you see one of them in a movie, and then a few months, like, eight months later, you see the other one in a movie, they look exactly the same. And it can be very frightening. Like a bad trip, probably. I think it's probably just as bad as a bad drug experience. So, I have to go, because my mom is yelling at me. I hope you enjoy my stuff, because I've had to go through a lot of yelling to get to you guys. Good bye. And good night.

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If you want to see where he said it look at the previous post. It's funny because everyone thinks I've turned Southern when I really haven't. Everyone at my school calls me a Yankee so shut up! So yeah, Nicky said y'all, now shut up! Wow I really don't really have anything to say besides that, but I won't slack off like Nicky, I'll keep talking. But Nicky won't slack off either. So keep checking back daily, and shout out! We need more shout outs! So yeah, have a blast, Later. (0) comments

I might not be able to post much for a while. My mom got up here to Westchester yesterday, and she's sick of me being on the computer all the time, so it'll be hard. Next week, I might be too flummaxed with my new schoo, Laguardia, too post. Or maybe I'm beginning the short arc of indifference that will eventually lead to the decreptitude of this site. That would be sad. Seriously, though, I'll probably have more to say once the school years starts. I'll get to tell y'all about my day, and who pisses me off, and what they did... and then... maybe, I'll like, do a fantasy scene... where I insult him.... It'll be great. So, until the next post, keep reading, keep responding, and check back daily. Good bye.

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The things that people will make movies about. I'll give you a plot overview

I didn't see the very beginning, but the NBA star Jamal SomethingstartingwithaJ decides to play in the WUSA (women's NBA) because he did something illegal in the regular NBA. So he decides to spend a year practicing in the WUSA. At first he's like being a ball hog. Then he starts to become a team player. The whole time he's dressing drag. Then this moron who dresses as a pimp with gold teeth keeps stalking him. Then he choses the womans playoff game over a meeting with the NBA commisioner which would get him back in the league. He choses the game. At the end of the game he slam dunks and his wig falls off. Then he gets another meeting with the commisioner and his woman teammates back him up. It ends with him playing in the NBA and they call his name out and he walks to the center of the court with tears in his eyes.

Oh lord, that was a god awful movie. Don't see Juwanna Mann unless you enjoy re-fried crap about about cross-dressing basketball players. (0) comments

Joe Millionaire 2. Let's just think about that for a second. Joe Millionaire 2. Remember Joe Millionaire 1? They took a bunch of poor, deluded girls and told them that if Whosey liked them, they would win 50 million dollars, or something like that. I never really watched it. Fast forward several weeks, and they're doing it again.

Now I'm going to say something, and it may seem obvious to you folk of ordinary intelligence, but apparently it wasn't to some, let's say... TV execs. All right, this is it: they've already DONE THIS. Okay, I haven't done any research on the specifics of this sequel, but you'd think the girs would be a little smarter this time. You know? "Hey, girls. How would you like to go to a great big mansion and meet a handsome billionaire?"
"Holy cow! I can't lose! Wait, maybe it's a trick? But no, TV producers wouldn't want to exploit me."

Maybe they just wander around until they've found girls who've never heard of the show. I'll bet there are about 30 or whatever attractive girls in America who've never heard of the show. The conversation might go something like this:

"Hey, have you ever heard of the reality TV show, Joe Millionaire?"
"Uh... no."
"You sure? The one where they trick the girls into thinking they'll get a chance to marry a billionaire, but he's really pretty poor?"
"Nope."
"Well, have I got a business proposition for you!"

Yeah. Well, lucky for them, America is full of idiots. Good bye.

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Come on now. I know that you all remember Sysqo. If you don't know of him, he wrote the "Thong Song". I mean he was a huge hit. Everyone knew that song. But that was way back in 1999. So I ask you. What happened to him? Where did he go? I was looking at the lyrics to his songs. He's one of the only rap/hip hop artists to actually write a structured song with verses, a bridge and a chorus. But he hasn't done anything in a while. My only hope is that the man known as Sysqo resurfaces from the darkness to enlighten us all again with his music. (0) comments

I had this plan: I was going to do something, but I've forgotten what. If anyone can tell me what I was planning to do, please send me a message. I would appreciate it.

By he way, I saw an add for Neutragena, and this girl was bathing her naked body in some sort of forrest waterfall. She was totally overcome with pleasure. How very unnecesarry.

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Qualmanxexonmaycausesideeffectssuchasasphyxiationlossofbalanceandlargebraintumors. I know that everyone has heard that at the end of commercials. And I can only say one thing. Who do they think they're fooling? I just find it funny that people professionally talk really fast so we can't hear what the mild side effects are but the company can say they told us. That's really all I have to say about this topic. (0) comments

As you may know, I saw The Brotherhood of the Wolf yesterday and reviewed it. I was watching the Jackie Chan adventures on the WB today, and I'll tell you, there's no compare. Even an animated Jackie Chan can kick the asses of everyone in that movie. Sweet.

There's these three chi warriors or something, and they work for this little evil wizard guy. The warriors are totally sweet. They're orange and sort of insectoid and look a LITTLE like the Protoss in Starcraft, and they have these kick-ass weapons that they wield with proficiency. One has this big-ass hammer, and the other two have a staff that turns into nunchucks, and a three-bladed thing that he throws around and stuff. And they can all make them fly around really fast and stuff. Like the guy throws his spinny thing and it totally chops a building in half. Man, Jackie Chan Adventures rocks the house. And the choreography is way better than that French stuff. Hey, I love the French, but that movie did not have great fight scenes. They had this fight scene between those three dudes and all Jackie had was a matress and he kicked their asses. I'd rather watch six episodes of Jackie Chan instead of that movie, it's about the same length of time (actually, six episodes is slightly shorter), because they have more fights and a plot that's actually more interesting. At the end of this episode, I was sad because I probably wouldn't get to see the episode tomorrow and I wanted to see what would happen, and the next show is Pokemon. Pokemon is no Jackie Chan Adventures. And that Uncle guy. He's so cool! He's like, "Ja-CKIE!" and he goes, "One mohw thing..." and he totally slaps Jackie with his fingers. And Uncle is a kickass fighter. Once he got this talisman that restored his youthful energy and he kicked this big, Dragonball Z-style guy's ass. And in this episode, he fought off this great sorceror with only a newt and some herbs. It kicked ass.

So in conclusion, watch the Jackie Chan Adventures, not The Brotherhood of the Wolf. You'll thank me later.

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I've been watching UPN occasionally for the last 12 or 13 years of my life, and every time I was trying to watch something that didn't COMPLETELY suck, like Vogayer or Buffy, all that seems to be on is some black sitcom. I mean, it's always Steve Harvey this, or Jami Foxx that, and now we got stuff like Girlfriends and I don't know what else. And that's fine, I don't mind some good black representation, but these shows suck. Every week, or day, I'm not sure, these poor actors have to run a gauntlet of weak disses and stereotypes.

Black Dude: Yo, I'm black!
Black Chick: Damn, biotch, that don't work here; we all black, aight?

Well, that's not exactly how it goes, but if you've ever seen one of these shows, or even an ad for one of the shows, you'll know I've got the basic idea.

Okay, I'm watching UPN now, and I was wrong. They also have re-runs of all-white sitcoms that have long since left the air, or aren't popular enough that the channel that runs them also wants to re-run them. They also have funny looking things like Jake 2.0, it's like, this nerd, and he gets, like, superpowers! They also have Enterprise, which is the worst version of Star Trek ever. They also have a black guy, but his problem is, unlike the exuberant black folk on UPN's sitcoms, this African-American suffers from having no personality whatsoever.

If you found this or any of my other posts at all conroversial, great. Write me, post a Shout Out, send a letter to your member of congress, just do something. to prove that you're actually reading the stuff I write. Otherwise, I'll have to do some really drastic controversial stuff.

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Don't you love those prescription drug ads? The ones where they're like:

(People party down. The atmosphere is kicking.)
Dude (to girl): This party is kicking!
Black Dude: Isn't this great? I'm black!
Disembodied White Guy: Hey, have you heard of the new drug, Paragloxyphylomenapsolepticolonemene?
(All heads turn.)
Black Dude: What the fuck?!
Disembodied White Guy: It's the new miracle drug that's changing people's lives.
Black Dude: A drug, you say... I do enjoy a good drug. I am black. That and the gang violence.
DWG: I hear you!
Girl: So... what does this drug do?
DWG: You'll have to ask your doctor if it's right for you.
Girl: But... you could just tell us what it does, so we don't ALL have to go and ask for it.
DWG: Ha ha ha... why can't you all be like this fine, young negro?
Friendly White Guy (picture of drug and box): Ask your doctor if Paragloxyphylomenapsolepticolonemene is right for you. Do not use Paragloxyphylomenapsolepticolonemene if you are pregnant or may become pregnant. Do not use Paragloxyphylomenapsolepticolonemene if you are between the ages 6 and 57. Do not use Paragloxyphylomenapsolepticolonemene if you have ever used any other type of drug. Do not use on Monday, Tuesday, or Sunday. Paragloxyphylomenapsolepticolonemene. It could be for you.

Okay... so that got way out of hand. But my point is, what's with those drug ads? In fact I was sitting here and I saw one of those. Are they just trying to give doctors more business? It's like, "You invent a drug. Then tell everyone to see us for more information. Ha ha ha! America will be ours!" Yeah, I think it's something like that. Anyway, I'm insane, don't listen to me, there is no conspiracy. Really, None. Good bye.

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I just saw The Brotherhood of the Wolf. Hoowee. Oh, man. You may think these are enthusiastic sounds, but they're not. So their costumes were cool. That's really it. So, yeah. You know, on the box (I got it from the library), on the box it says, "An 18th century version of The Matrix". Well, that says something. It's kind of like The Matrix, except for the setting, the storyline, and the all French cast. Also, it sucks.

Really, though, it is the best martial arts movie ever to come out of France. Also, I am the coolest Jewish-Chinese 14-year-old with a rat tail in all of Westchester. Trophies for everyone! Some of the fight scenes are okay, but they're not that great. Every time a guy got kicked or disembowled or something, at least earlier on, they would do that thing where it suddenly turns to slow motion while he's falling, and then it speeds up when he lands. I think that's how they made the movie so long. At least 36% of the movie actually took place in slow motion. But it was worth it. Really leant significance to that part of the movie where the horse jumps over the log. Great moment in movie history. Also, I love the way that both the French guy and his Mohawk buddy are inexplicably martial arts masters. I love the way that all these evil folk have the good grace to attack one at at time and announce themselves by emitting a piercing ululation. Well, it was more like an angry yell, actually. So that wasn't so great. But I have to admit the sound editors did a great job: they got the stabbing sounds just right. Shplacht! Great! Sounds like German. No, really, they got that part just right.

And what about the story? I didn't get it for the first hour and a half. But they didn't really tell us much. All we know is there's this really big creature that looks kind of like a giant lion sprayed with silly string. At least, I think that's what they were shooting for. I was so underwhelmed by the story that about two hours in, when they were explaining a bunch of stuff to us, I was on the laptop, as I am now, and I looked up for several moments and I said, "Oh, exposition? I should probably watch this part." Then I looked down again. It was just that good.

Eventually, actually, pretty much immediately, I was reduced to noting things that made me laugh, like, "Ha ha! He's fat", or "Heh, His hands are small", or "Hee hee. He got stabbed." My dad was not so fortunate. He spent most of the 142 minutes saying things like, "What's going on!" "How come this movie makes no sense?" and "I think, later, I'll be asking myself why I wasted two and a half hours". I think he speaks for all of us. Then again, I saw the dubbed version. I hear it really lost a lot of the subtle beauty when they dubbed everyone with English accents. Now I am exhausted, partially from writing, but mostly from the realization that two and a half hours of my life have been stolen and they are never coming back. I'm going to fill my bathtub with ice and lie in it for several days. Good bye.

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Wahoooo! It's about time I bet you're all thinking. Well I saw the Medallion on Labor Day and it was kind of strange. The beginning had some cool fight scenes and a cool chase scene but not any clever things like the dutch clog fight scene on the streets of Rotterdam in "Who Am I". But once the little kid who knows all about the Medallion brought back Chan, it started to suck. There was one good fight scene right after Chan becomes immortal and has superpowers but then it became dumb. There weren't really any other defined fight scenes and those that were there were ones between Chan and the villian who has superpowers and they were about 10 seconds long and mostly high speed running. Overall I rate it a "Chan movie clearly slathered with American ideas". Chan had a comic relief sidekick who worked with Interpol. He a good comic relief, but in a real Chan move, Jackie has no help! There was also a love interest which also never happens in Chan movies. It's worth seeing if you don't have anything else to do and you like Jackie Chan. (0) comments

Here I am, just minding my own business, and once again, it hits me: I'm writing nothing. I'm filling lines and lines of cyberspace with mindless ramblings and babble, with the assumption that people will like it. Sure, I enjoy writing it, but who wants to read the e-scribbling that pour from my fingers like so much electronic diarrhea? Why does it work for other people? Do they include actual news and stuff? Well, I'll be able to include news once I escape from this reality loop that seems to have kept me from doing anything interesting for several weeks. For now you will have to be content with my vicious assaults on everything I can reach from my chair.

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You know, as a sports fan leaning closer to the "die hard" part of the spectrum, I think that tennis has a problem with Anna Kournakova. My problem with her is that she's a really crappy tennis player. She never gets out of the first round of tournaments, she doesn't even put up a good showing in those matches and she is injured most of the time. Yet the media continues to publicize her all the damn time. I mean the Yankees let her throw out a first pitch. This reiterates what Nicky discovered earlier today. Sex sells. Kournakova may be a crappy tennis player, but she's one of the most attractive professional female tennis players. Which pisses me off. I think that the better you are, the more positive publicity you deserve to get. But there really isn't anything that one can do to change that. The fact is that women's tennis needs someone really sexy to get people to watch tennis. Otherwise only people who like tennis are going to watch, and not horny males who will tell their friends to watch it. And that's all I've got to say about that. (0) comments

Hi before I get started I'm Mike, Nicky's good friend. I recently moved to Memphis Tennessee from Brooklyn, where I spent a lot of time hanging out with Nicky. Nicky decided to graciously let me join this site so we could try to let people from Packer (Our former school) Laguardia (Nicky's new school) And Lausanne (my new school in Memphis). So feel free to respond to whatever we write about and maybe you can get to know some new people. Or maybe you can just diss some celebrity I don't really care. Happy Writing (0) comments

A friend of mine who moved to Memphis this year is going to join. For those of you who've gone to school with me, most of you know him as Mikey. And that's his name. So, cast aside your worries that his contributions will degrade the quality of my postings... you know, because mine aren't so great anyway. I can only kick him off. He'll be introducing himself shortly anyway. Bye.

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Hey, everyone, I just got up. It's like 12:30. I mean, I've been up for like 15 minutes. Anyway, I was up until, like, 2:30 last night talking to this girl that I don't really know and her friend, who I really don't know. One, or both of them, it was hard to tell, kept drooling over this funny animé dude, Inuyasha. I think he's from Yugioh or something, but apparently he's all the rage. Or something. Anyway, he's this funny guy who has these white cat ears and really long white hair, and as the girls are fond of mentioning, an incredibly large sword. The funniest thing is he has this ridiculous costume that, I'm told, is cool, or cute, or... I don't know, whatever slang you kids seem to love so much. All his clothing is bright red and he has these pants, that I guess would be called parachute pants or something. But I mean, they are. They're like parachutes. I think it's his special power or something, like he can jump off of damns or dive right into the "bad guy's" base and steal trading cards, or whatever it is they do in that show. I'm sure it's very exciting anyway. Here are some pictures I found, I love the first one:

http://anna-neko.nu/katsu2k2/InuYasha.jpg
http://www.moebiusninja.com/inuyasha-clouds.jpg

I wanted to find an ad that showed off his tremendous tool, but they were all drawn by fanboy/girls with far more enthusiasm than talent. Notice how the second link has him doing the little "peace" sign. What is with animé people and their friggin' peace sign? Is it one of those things that Japanese people thought was really cool in America so they had all there characters do it? It's like, "Man those Americans are so concerned with peace, we should pay tribute to them." Anyway, I'm starting to bore myself, so it's time to go. G'bye.

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I could have sworn that was my last post of the night, but I recently realized that my blog clock is set to the wrong Time Zone. So I'm trying to fix it. But I have to do a test. So, this is a test. Good night.

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Yeah... I just posted, but I was talking to a friend of mine when I met upon a horrifying realization: This site is only cool if you like reading stream-of-thought-style rambling.

I mean, I have this vague expectation that people will read it and be like, "he's angry about stuff. That's cool." What's that about? Well, all I know is it works over at Maddox's site (http://maddox.xmission.com, brilliant in a cocaine-addled way) and I don't even agree with all of the stuff he says. But this really all leads me to this: sex sells. Yes, sex sells. Remember when shampoo commercials used to advertise the hair-cleaning attributes of shampoo? Nowadays it's about really hot women, or at least curtain-covered sillhouttes of them, having orgasms in their showers, which admittedly makes for a much more action-packed shampoo commercial. But my point is, how much of America's consumer market could possibly be run by our libidos? Apparently a lot. Most of it. And why are all these shampoo commercials directed towards men, anyway? You'd figure girls like "stimulating" (AH HA!) commercials. I mean, you could easily have naked male models showering and making grunting noises, or whatever it is that those male models do. Can you possibly tell me that the entire Neutrogena target audience is men and lesbians? Well, it's late and I suspect that I'm growing continually less coherent. Good night, everyone.

Nicky
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I've been seeing those ads on TV for Underworld. It really caught my eye. It could be... the exciting storyline, the action, or the Romeo and Juliet-modeled love story. But, I think what I really liked about this movie is the cinematography. It is just... so unique, you know? Never seen anything like that camera work. I mean, it doesn't remind me at all of the Matrix or any other gothic movies. Nope. Never seen that dark, grimy-but-stylish, look with a light blue filter over the entire world. Yep, everything looks either black or a little blue. If you don't know what I'm talking about, turn on the TV. Because I think they have several channels that show nothing but this commercial. And that ad for nanotechnology. Can't wait for that ant-telephone to come out.

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I just saw "The Others", which I did not find to be a psychological thrill ride, or, really, a thrill ride of any type. But what really got me was a part of a section on this feature that I was expected to watch after the movie ended. So, here I am watching it (right now) and I'm obviously not paying attention. Anyway, right at the beginning of the "featurette", they refer to Nicole Kidman as a "Golden Globe nominee". And I just thought, "Oh! She ALMOST won the Golden Globe!" I think of the Golden Globes as the academy awards with folding chairs, so I wasn't really impressed. Don't ge me wrong, I'd be honored to win a Golden Globe, but I wouldn't use the nomination as a tag line for myself. I mean, I guess if you were an early actor, sure, that's great. But she's famous, she's been around for a bunch of years, and all she has to show for it is a Golden Globe NOMINATION? Ai! Happy birthday Ms. Kidman. (0) comments

For any of you who've been watching the US Open, and maybe some other stuff, you've seen a lot of these HP ads for nanotechnology and it's limitless possibilities, like a tiny computer that can hold all the worlds books. That's great. But why Hewlitt-Packard? So they're working on nanotechnology, which is, by the way, all within one one-thousandth the width of a human hair. What they really mean is, each component is that size, but they need millions and billions, and probably trillions of those. So it's still a much tinier computer, but it's not quite what they claim. And you know what nanotechnology can do now? Scientists can make an on/off switch that they can operate, which doesn't do anything, it just holds one of two positions. Hurrah. They say all these things that are possible, yet HP has no more idea how to do them than anyone else. So good for them, keep up the good work, but tell us about stuff you have, not stuff that may be possible within the next twenty years.

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Well, I'm learning fast. In fact, I'm learning so fast that my previous posting makes no sense. So, disregard the content, but admire the deft use of prose and imagery. I'm still trying to learn how to get links over into that box. It seems to be surrounded by some sort of "force field". Well, I'll tell you when I figure it out.

Austin 3:16.
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Well, I'm still learning to use this blogging software. If you're wondering what that Yahoo, excuse me, Yahoo!, TV link is doing there, it was a test. It was supposed to go to the links section to the right. But, like a surly teenager, it refused to succumb. Anyway, someday I will have mastered this device you refer to as the internet. And then you will be mine!

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Hey. This is my first post, but it's definitely not my last. It may be my second or third to last, but it is not my last. If you're a friend of mine, this site is for you. I'll post news about myself and whatever else I
feel like; rants, raves, and other five letter words beginning with "r". So, PLEASE, write back, otherwise I don't know you exist. I'm already starting to wonder if I exist. So, thanks. Peace!, etcetera.

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