I just saw the spider from Hell.

I cannot describe how awful it was at this moment . . .

. . . pictures to come . . .

Overheard phone conversation

"Have you seen the new movie The Soloist? It's really good. It has one of the men you want to have sex with. Robert Downey Jr."

I wish my life was like this . . .

Creepy Mummies

You've been warned.

The birds . . . they peck at my window.

It's a female cardinal. I think it wants a fresh corpse to lay its eggs in.

Love

I forgot what- Stream of Consciousness writing

I'm going to write stream of consciousness wring. That was not a very smoothe first sentence. Eh, at least it got me started. I need to put on music. I can hear James Bond through the wall. That sounds bad. Ah, that music- it is all better now. Now what do I say? When writing stream of consciousness writing, do you edit your thoughts? That sounds bad, but I do mean it. I keep forgetting the i in writing. This could go on for a long time. Maybe too long. I think I'm getting repetitive. Blogger has an auto save. It frightens me, but I think that it is a good idea. Why did I spell smooth with an e on it above? That is funky. Funky in a good way. I think it looks better with an e at the end. C'mon music, start the next song. I want a koka. No on will know what that is. Maybe I should tell them. Perhaps I should explain my train of thought that led me to that declaration. That is part of the problem with stream of consciousness writing. You sometimes must explain things that make perfect sense to you. In order to full explain this, I must take a short intermission. Excuse me- why am I asking for you to excuse me- let's not get into that--- Intermission continues-



Heh- let's offer no explanation, and keep them guessing. that's all that matters, anyway. These are my thoughts, and I can think whatever I wanna think. At least, that's what I was under the impression I was able to do. What if I'm wrong. Oh, horror! People reading your thoughts. Let's change the subject. Do I really say 'let's change the subject' when I'm really thinking? I shall have to pay closer attention to that. Is this really stream of consciousness writing? How much more streamy can it get? Ha, let's take out that 'r.' Yeah, that's more like it. Now I am trying to think of worthy thoughts to write down, besides 'my neck is/was itching.' Is slash was? I . . . great thoughts suffer not to come my direction. Let's take a vitamin c. Oh no. I'm doing that let's thing again. They're going to think you're crazy, just me. Change subject, do not use let's, we, or you in reference to self. Self in singular. Selves is plural. It's a lonely world. My face itched. I don't want to say that. You did just say it. Yeah. Again- 'it's a lonely world.' I just quoted myself. Everyone is going to think that I am crazy. I think that I would rather be slightly crazy and eccentric but happy, than a normal loser who is unhappy. Let's all forget that I said that, and this let's means you and I. Oh! I feel poetic! Make it stop! But no, I prefer feeling poetic to other things. I like this music. How fast can I type? I have to look a the keyboard. The thoughts, they come faster and faster, racing for the destiny of the blog! Whatever shall happen next?! Let's make a new paragraph for ease of reading

I usually don't write this much. I hope that it does not hurt anyone's eyes to read this because I have nearly white type on a black background. I have two Black Mamba energy drink bottles on my desk. I shall try not to become an energy drink junkie. Let's change subject. Ooh! I just read back over my thoughts, and they are interesting! That was probably a bit too positive of a positive self-talk. Post-it notes. No- I don't want to think about that- not post-it notes, something else. I bet Jedi robes are comfortable. I would like one. I would like a Yoda backpack. Then I could run around with it. People will probably think badly of it, and think that it is strange, but who says they don't think that way of me, any way? Ha, let's just forget them and have fun. Looking-glass self. Is that really who I want to be? Who else am I supposed to be? Be happy. No. There is a song. I don't like it when some songs get stuck in my head. I like this music. I want her other CD. It has 'Koka' on it. My desk is littered with uncomfortable things I want to forget. So then let's forget them. I don't want to think about it. Antibacterial hand gel. It might disinfect your hands, but it does not make them clean. Only water will. I find psychological disorders fascinating, but let's not get into that, or people shall think that you have one. People!

People, people everywhere
All at me they sit and stare
Without manners, without care!
You stupid people everywhere!

I said that I was feeling poetic. Sometimes it just comes, but the moment needs to be right. The words, they just come to me so easily. Now they shall think that you are a freak. Freak. Why do people call other people freaks? I think that my thoughts are getting too deep, and must be censored before public consumption. Consumption? That is . . . perhaps not the best word choice.

Oh! It's Christmas music time! I should put some of that in. I would like to go off to a snowy world somewhere. I like snow. My family doesn't. I have always felt a little bit of guilt over that. It is like I cannot share such a simple commonality with them as that. Is commonality a word, or did I make it up? It could become a word. Many words that were not are, or become. It is a word. Spell check says it is. Spell check don't know everything, so if spell check knows a word, you betcha that word is. Is real. Let's be theoretical. No, I think that it has passed. I know of some groovy music. I like that word. It's retro, but it has such deep meaning and feeling to it. It is from before my time, and yet during my time as well. I was born in retro times. It's a sobering thought.

You don't want to see this . . .

But I'm gonna show it to you anyway.

I embarrassed Wonder Boy

I waved at one of those little sign wavers that are sometimes outside of stores. He was wearing a clown suit. I couldn't help it. I had to.

Creepy Gnome Returns

The Creepy Gnome was spotted again and filmed in Argentina.

My very First Rockstar

Written while bored in Composition


Oh my goodness. I have had my very first sip of Rockstar. I feel strange. I feel alert and energized. It has not been enough time for the caffeine to take effect, but I can already feel the difference. It must be the placebo effect. I don't like its taste. It tastes unfortunate. I hope that I am not "sensitive to caffeine." I already feel twitchy. I can also feel the effect of the carbonation. Oh man. That I did not need

-Write outline-

Sorry- I had to take notes. See that little dash? That's my note taking abilities taking over. Oh, I hate that feeling of disreality. Rockstar, dude. I like the word "dude." Its so fun to say. Oh no. Carbonation. Ya know, I think I'm gonna drink this Rockstar slowly. If I can feel the difference already, the "double strength, double can" would be extra potent. Tee hee! It makes me giddy! I'm in Comp. I should not feel giddy and twitchy in Comp. The teacher either must think I am a very good student, doing all this writing, or he thinks that I am starting a draft. I'm not. I feel very caffeine susceptible. This is bad. I have a test after Comp. I haven't felt this happy since I don't know when! Hee hee!

Oh dear! I'm on a second page. Is anyone reading what I'm writing? I wonder what they think. More Rockstar. The taste is growing one me, but the way the Rockstar makes me feel. Are they addictive? The first high is always the best. The brain develops a tolerance after that. I am learning something in psychology. I don't think that I should have anymore Rockstar for now. I'm gonna twitch my little tosies right out of this room! It's not that bad. Oh no. Carbonation.

Informative paper- 3 pages- Hey! Social sciences, psychology, and sociology are not soft sciences. They are very hard and interesting. Hey dude. You're texting. My tosies twitch. I got a Yoda action figure. It's 12:20 I guess he's letting us go free now, if we want. I think I'm just gonna hang around for a while longer- oh no. Carbonation- and talk to you. Whoah. That dude's got like a triple-can Monster with a screw on lid. I wish my Rockstar had a lid. I feel funny. Ha. You have "COMP" written on your notebook. I don't. My notebooks are color-coded, sorta. Blue is comp, purple is psychology, green is world cultures, red is sociology, and black is math. I am happy that the teacher changed the rough draft due today, to sometime this week. "Rough draft week" he called it. I still have half a Rockstar left. Should I? I don't feel sleepy. I feel awaked. I have awoken. Ha ha. I have a Rockstar, and you don't!

Oh no. Carbonation- my thoughts continue onto a third page. They are endless, and senseless, just like me. Rockstar, Rockstar, you have brought me so far, from my sleepiness, from my creepiness! Man, I do like you shoes. I have some like that, but they're brown. I like brown shoes. They're brown and swayed. That's not how you spell it, is it. I hope this Rockstar is intestinally pleasant. I am sorry.What am I going to do with this? Are these more "Great Thoughts?" Gasp (how do you write that?) Business math! Evil! Evil! I think that it would be really nice to have a seat by a window. I could stare out at the open blue sky, and I could dream. I could think of freedom and happy thoughts. I don't feel sleepy! Hee hee! How fun! No, not blue sky out window! Trees! Blue sky and trees! There's a beautiful world out there, and I'm stuck in here, writing my beautiful thoughts- oh no, carbonation. I'm sorry. I have another 10 minutes. Twitchy! Lots of people have left, but I continue to stay, to continue my sharing of my great thoughts. A new tradition has begun. It is beginning. A new age has begun. "His girlfriend's hot. I'm pretty good friends with her." That's nice. Funky beard. I wonder what its name is? Oh no. Carbonation. I hate this. I need to fill up this page before I go. Fill page, fill page. Then I can go to the next level. It rests above my head. I'm not sleepy. "Transformers is the s***. It's gay." Thanks for your second quote, dude. I am so blogging this.

Gamera Party

Last night, we had a Gamera party, complete with Gamera treats.



Here is a picture of the real Gamera:


Gamera is the giant flying turtle of Japan. He is the children's friend. He does not look the part, but he is the children's friend.

Early on in the evening, it was declared that Wonder Boy was the Children's Friend, because of his deep, sincere love for children.

We all happily ate our Gamera treats, until I found out about a horrible mistake I had made.

"Oh No! I ate Gamera Backwards!" You can see his little, glazed over chocolate eyeballs. It was really startling when I saw what I had done.

Then we started arguing over who Gamera should fight next. I said that we should have Gamera Vs. the Ancient Conquistador. Then I declared, "I like to say 'conquistador.' It's fun to say."

Other quotes:

Cool Man: "Wonder Boy is the last of his kind." Cool Man does not know how very true this is. Wonder Boy, I know you're reading this right now. The future depends upon you.

Mullet Man asked the infamous question, again: "Wonder Boy, can I touch you again?" It really does look worse in writing.

Lori: "Just Me, don't pull Wonder Boy's little leg hairs."
Me: "Long,"
Lori: "Long and silky."

Mullet Man has been planning to do a remake of Zontar, The Thing From Venus (a very horrible 50's sci-fi movie). We found out that he was planning on having it go in the wrong direction. Mullet Man planned to have Wonder Boy wear just a lab coat, and only a lab coat in it. Nothing else. Mullet Man claims that we misheard him.

I discovered I am really great with kids. When my little cousin Cool Man was trying to block my camera with his hand, I told him, "If you touch my camera lens, you will die the death of a thousand men, yet more so." It stopped him, and he did not seem to be too disturbed afterwards.

When the Gamera Vs. Sqid Monster battle appeared, it was almost too much for me.
"Squid Monster, Squid Monster,
Hurray, hurray!
If you come today,
Ole! Ole!"

Update on Bigfoot Body

This has been known for a while now, but in case you did not hear, the bigfoot body is fake. It was just a costume filed with possum guts.

Bigfoot Body Found

A body of what is believed to be a bigfoot was found in northern Georgia.

The pictures of the body were originally released here:
Searching for Bigfoot

More information can be found here and here.

If those don't load (due to overload of bandwidth), you can read about it here, and see the picture of it here.

More information will be released this Friday (the 15th).

Chupacabra Caught on Video!

A chupacabra was caught on tape in DeWitt county, Texas.

News article and videos here.

Do you think it is a chupacabra, a mangy coyote, or something else? Please vote in the poll to the side.

Concerned

My cousin, Mullet Man, was worried when he heard that I put what he said on my blog in this post. He was concerned about what all the readers of my blog might think of him. He wants to let you know that he likes girls, only girls, and not boys. He would like for me to give all of you a few messages from him:

He says, "I like Angelina Jolie's butt."

Brad Pitt, if you're reading this blog, Mullet Man wants to tell you something: "Listen up, Brad Pitt. You stink."

Mullet Man also says, "I love Kiera Knightly,"

A few more quotes from Mullet Man are:

"Wonder Boy, can I fart?"

"So, Wonder Boy, you're a ladie's man?"

"I'm gonna have my own show someday. It's gonna be called 'The Teachings of Mullet Man."

YES!!!

World Music Network (the home of Rough Guide) has finally put out a CD of Mongolian music. From their label "Introducing" they have put out a CD introducing Hanggai from Inner Mongolia (part of China).

You can hear it at Amazon:
Hanggai

Charlton Heston's Butt

We were having a "party" and movie night last night. We were watching the 1959 version of Jule Verne's Journey to the Center of the Earth when the following declaration was made by my male teenage cousin, whom I shall call Mullet Man.

"The only butt that I like seeing is-"

Lori and Wonder Boy tried to cut him off due to the presence of my younger cousins, but I begged for him to continue, due to my curiosity.

"The only butt that I like seeing is Charlton Heston's. It is a pretty cool butt."

I believe that this conversation was brought on by seeing Pat Boone shirtless.

"Manly!" as Mullet Man and I said.

The short shorts he wore in the movie were unanimously declared to be unmanly by all present.

Wordless Whenever

squrill dangerous

I would like to add that the person who searched for "squrill dangerous" ended up at the page "Dangerous, Very Dangerous."