the by-now infamous-to-some us eating ice cream. but this is nor ORDINARY ice cream; oh no. this is, to paraphrase brodie, like GOD'S ice cream.
further items of this sort will be put here. until i see fit to create a page for this misfits of internet society. which will probalby be some time. so enjoy.

i finally did it. you, our loyal viewers, can now download the tv movie in all of it's glory. yes, it's in realplayer format, and oh god i am so sorry, but it needed to be a small file size. it looks reasonably good, and should run ok if you have an ok computer. anyway, enjoy.

just becuase i love you, this. those of you who watched the superbowl may have seen it, but those of you who have not should watch it. now. if there is a coolest movie ever, i think this is probably it. or, to quote buttlord GT:

listen:
sadly, measure 28 has, as i have been recently informed, failed.
for those of you who don't grasp what this means, the ramifications are many-fold. perhaps the most drastic to what i imagine to be the common demographic of this site is that public schools will be forced to significantly cut programs, days, and perhaps even teachers. (although i advocate the fireing of the janitors in place of teachers. think about it.) there are other problems that will arise form this as well: our state police force will be pared down, criminals will be released from jails, and all other sorts of havoc will ensue that i don't feel like looking up right now.
why did this happen? to venture a biased and uninformed opinion, i'd say that it's becuase the rich people of oregon, as well a perhaps the retired and the just plain greedy had the american knee-jerk reaction when hearing about the measure: like the guy in the old napster/metallica flash animation, TAXES BAAAAD. idiots. instead of thinking ahead, and maybe considering that there are other people in the world besides, oh, themselves, they looked only inward and voted against giving out a small sum in the ballpark of a couple hundred dollars a year.
in statistics and many classes you learn that although a sample is usually indicitive of the larger group, a trend cannot be directly extrapolated to a much larger group. sadly, this does not hold true in this case. the behavior of a state with a population less than that of the city of new york behaves exactly like out nation as a whole. we care only about ourselves. in kurt vonnegut's "slaughter-house 5", there's a part where some british in a german POW camp are complaing about how pathetic and generally lame the americans are. then a german comes in and talks to the british men about why the americans are like this, aiding by a paper written by an american who deffected to nazi germany. everything the british and the german say about the americans is true. it's not happy, and it doesn't make me feel glad i'm a member of this nation, but it's true. it seems especially ironic (or perhaps not) that in this passage it is a former american who has deffected to what has become one of the most villified military regimes in history that is able to so clearly see how much is wrong with our country. while i'm on it, "slaughter-house 5" is an excellent book. it is not nessicarily a happy book, but it is an excellent one, and something everyone should read.
i am often proud to be an oregonian. sometimes - not often, but sometimes - i'm proud to be an american. usually secretly, in my own time. but then something like this will happen, and i will wish to the god i don't believe in that i was canadian.
for the first time in my life, i voted. by doing so, i put my faith in my state and its people that they would make the right descision. it might not be the right one for them, but it was the right one for the whole. soon, i'm going to register for the draft. and as i do so, i'll be asking myself, "would i be willing to fight and die for a country that doesn't even believe in shelling out a few extra bucks a month so that its children can have an education that doesn't feel about a weak and malnourised as callista flockhart? are the lives of those who might die by my hand worth protecting a nation cares only for itself and nothing for it's progeny?"
and the answer i will be giving myself is "no. no it is not."
tonight i am ashamed to be an american.
i am ashamed, for one of the few times in my life, to be an oregonian.
i have put my faith in the state that i live in and that i love, and it has let me down.
listen.

not too toot my own horn too much in the space of just so few hours/days, but i thought i'd let everyone know that i've been accepted into the chapman film school (my early post was an acceptance to just chapman), and also been given a hefty presidental scholarship. which worries me a little...i mean, it's apparently an academic thing, and i was under the impression that people with 3.4 GPAs don't generally get that sort of thing. but i don't plan to look this gift horse in the mouth, as horse-breath is probably stinky. anyway, cheers to...me. toodles.

ok, now admitedly it's 11:30 right now, and i'm kinda tired, but this is some of the funniest fucking shit i've heard in quite a while. my choice of curse words is particularly apt, as they probalby consitute about two thirds of this sample's limited but well-chosen vocabulary. for a more full (fuller) story, visit penny arcade.

aided by a sam goody gift card and some birthday cash, i purchased - today - the followings items:
1. a pita, from the illustrious pita pit.
2. a three musketeers bar, some twix, uh, shafts, a milky way bar and a cheap soda
3. yoshimi battles the pink robots, the lastest creative endeavor from the flaming lips.
4. the soundtrack to the excellent film catch me if you can.
quite a day, if i may say so myself. all of the purchases have, so far, been quite satisfactory. on many of them, however, only time itself can tell.

who's the fucking MAN

read it, oh god it's beautiful.

my own beef with people like avril is not so much as that they suck - i enjoy probably more than my fair share of crappy music - but that at least in her case, she bastardizes a number of things that i stand for. not to mention it pisses my sister off the girls can't wear ties without people thinking they're trying to imitate ms. levigne. but no, the real clincher in this case is the whole "in in the 'kick-ass' style of nirvana" bit. nirvana was a band who, reguardless of talent or even how much you like them, was the soul of "not selling out", to use a popular industry buzzword (getting into tech writing mode here). they were people who really did it "for the music", not for the money. and while i think avril probably likes music to some extent, she's certianly no kurt cobain. if i were a christian man, avril's little comment about her imitating nirvana would be tantamount to someone saying "i'd like to write my next book in the 'kick-ass' style of the bible." and i think that pretty much illustrates what i'm trying to say, thank you.

and damnit people, "pop-punk" is an oxymoron.

it's been mentioned here before, but i just like to throw in my hate for avril lavigne. read the little blurb next to the photo of her at the top of that page, and tell me she isn't satan himself.

although unboudtedly a bit biased, i think that this is certianly worth a look and perhaps even a little thought. yeah, it sounds like a lame conspiracy theory, and yeah, it's pretty clear mike doesn't like bush much, and is a little full of himself, but you've gotta ask yourself, what if he IS right? i mean, that's pretty damn scary. ever seen wag the dog?

(the tasty bits are near the bottom)

soap opera aside for a moment, everyone should go see bowling for columbine. it's what "documentary" filmmaking SHOULD be. it opened my eyes to alot of things - well opened them WIDER, at least. especially to how i'm going to move to canada as soon as i get the chance. they've got things figured out up there. and how, like his music or not, marilyn manson is kinda of a cool guy. certianly articulate and thinks things through. and boy is charton heston a dick. one of my favorite parts of the movie is when he's describing countries with "blood in their history" other than america. "russia, china, japan..." no mention of germany or britan, whom filmmaker michael moore had just pointed out as countries with such. anyway, it's pointless for me to describe it. sufice it to say that this is the kind of movie makes me think perhaps making documentaries wouldn't be so bad. it rocks. go see it.

look ubertopher...the time we spent together will...always be special to me. the things we shared mean something, they really do. but brodie just has things to offer that you can't pony up. he makes me feel like the natural woman i am. i'm sorry.
but please, don't be too hard on yourself. it's not you; it's me. i just can't lie to myself like this anymore.

you BASTARD! you said you were on the pill!

ok loyal readership, it's time for you to get your chance to contribute to the greatness and wonder that is ben's pants. and no, i'm not plugging the guestbook again. what i AM plugging (sort of) is the fact that we need to make another movie, but we're having trouble comming up with ideas and such. so, ala uncle sam, we need YOU. we need you to send your ideas, sugestions, derisive comments, whatever, here. if we use your idea you will most certianly get credit and so on. and if you aren't talented in this way in particular, but you know someone who is, go right ahead and refer them to us. we'll be very greatful. no idea is too small or too big. thanks in advance!
see you all later.

wohoo! custom 404 error messages! and just because i like to show off, here! enjoy its beauty.

you know, i'd say happy new year too, except that it would just be redundant. so i won't.