i read this comic every so often, more out of habit than anything else. it's usually pretty mediocre, but this was, i thought, pretty funny. even though i'm not much of a scooby doo fan myself.

this is quite possibly the best song ever made in the history of man. not only that, but if makes me think of brodie.
on a untterly unrelated note, apparently viewership (or whatever) of our site is UP. to see what i mean, check this shit out. in march there were 1780 (presumably) unique visits. i think that's pretty fucking badass.

further adventures in being tired: right now, i feel rotated about 45 degrees off normal...so gravity is pulling me wierd. shit, who needs to get stoned...i can just not sleep.

you would, wouldn't you. but don't worry - they will come...WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT, AND NOT FOR THE REASONS YOU THINK.

i want this to the story of my life.

further tree-planting ho!
shit i'm tired.
i just watched the three musketeers with colleen. that's the three musketeers with tim curry, charlie sheen, etc. it was a fun movie although it tended to do that thing where it slips into useing coloquial (did i use that right? i'm too tired to tell...) language sometimes, just to be funny. it usually WAS funny, but it got under my skin every so often. also, despite the fact that they were called "musketeers", i noticed a pronouced lack of musket use. i mean, the one guy used a CROSSBOW at one point, for heaven's sake. not that crossbows aren't cool, but the movie's called "the three musketeers", not "the three crossbowmen". it was kind of predictable at times (she was his long-lost lover, the guy killed his dad, tim curry was going to say "your intelligence is matched only by your beauty", etc...), but still fun. and a sort of feel-good movie, which i was in the mood for. except the long-lost lover girl has to die. which was sad. but at least it was on her own terms. anyway, i reccomend this movie for some mindless fun, as it's an enjoyable romp through a france that could have been. and if anyone wants to watch it, i'll have it for a few more days.
ok, i think i'm done now. the bed it calls to me...the bed it calls to me. and so i go to it.

except that it's not. or if it was, it's working now. so go back to your lives, citizens.

the sweet, tasty and well-nigh ORGASMIC joy that is my mr. spartan video will soon be complete. when this truely triumphant undertaking is finished, i shall post a small teaser (very small; the entire movie is only around a minute and a half) here on this very website! gasp! so stay tuned.
interestingly enough, i would imagine most of the disturb - sorry, REGULAR visitors to this site will see themselves in the video. acutally. in the video. not just their minds playing tricks on them. like now.

OMG
(i've always wanted to use that abreviation)
check this shit out. woah. sent to me by andrew. i don't have a funny name for him right now, so just tough it.

i just let me body sit here and relax and go all tired for a moment, and i felt like i was upside down.
wierd shit's happening, man.

tree update!
dad and i have, thus far, planted no less that 1500 trees. yes, that's right. woah. it's taken us only three days to do that. any seasoned tree-planters out there are probably chuckling into thier plaid flannel sleeves and thinking how uppity i am to think 1500 trees in three days in much of an accomplishment. in my defense, i'm pretty new to this, and it's pretty rough ground - fucking STEEP in some places, and pretty godamn brushy everywhere. dad logged that piece a while ago and yarded the logs out, plus it was also sprayed to kill blackberries - a spray which killed just about everything else as well - and between the two, there's a whole lot of dead shit left over to get in our respective ways. anyway, i doubt anyone really cares, but i've gotten to be not too bad at this stuff. once i get the endorphins going, it's acutally kind of fun. GASP! don't let dad know, or i'll be out there doing this shit all the freakin' time.
anyway, there's ben's tree update for now. not much else to talk about since i really haven't DONE much else since saturday. sigh. portland on thursday though. WOO! second-hand prom outfit, here i come.

yeah, ben folds five pretty much rocks.

it's time there was something new posted here, so i'm going to. post something, that is.
let's start with this. i'm almost certian it won't have wide appeal, but i think it looks like some excellent animation and - to paraphrase a friend - the cutest thing since puppies (and, you know, the other thing). it's also directed by mike nguyen, who was supervising animator on the scrumptious iron giant. so he's got my interest right there.
let's see...well, i'll be going off to plant trees tomarrow, so wish me luck. i'll also be planting trees for the next three days, and then two more later on. god how i dread it. but complaining won't help. a chronic disease will. so, if any of you have, i donno, pnemonia or something, let me know, and i'll come over and you can cough on me or something. thanks.
i went and saw a play-in-progress last night. it was pretty good, moreso in some parts, but it seemed to covered alot of ground that had already been covered, and often in the same or simlar ways. there were a couple bits that stood out as being better, and different - such as the girl who didn't eat talking about her hips, or the people throwing bread at her, or things like that. but by and large it was that same sort of issues you hear about when you hear about unpleasent things in high school girl's lives; being a lesbian, wanting to be thin, cutting yourself. anyway, i did enjoy it, and there were some parts i liked alot - the bread-throwing i've mentioned before, the hamlet bit, and some others - but i think it could stand a little re-working. but that's just MY opinion, and i tend to have difficulty seeing the good things when i'm criticizing people i know.
well, i think that's enough for now. i'll be back later.

holy mother of crap! lots of guestbook entries! where are they come from? confusion! suspense! suspision!

the majority of human beings (myself included, more often than i would like) take things way to seriously. people should just relax, and enjoy life more. because it's really there for enjoying.
by the way, this statement is not contextual at all.

since it seems to be fashionable to talk about war, or the impending thereof (and i don't just mean here; it's been a pressing subject, right along with the ufos, in the paper recently), i'm going to do as i usually do. that is, attempt to go against the grain in my own "subversive fashion", but really end up being pretty much right in line with everyone else. so watch, and learn. or don't. it's not as if i care too much.

see, i saw chicago just a few minutes ago. or rather, i finished watching it. for the second time. there has been much protestation on my part, and more on others' (and i implicate no one), that chicago is not an enjoyable movie, becuase it does not have likeable characters in it. i will not dispute this: roxie was a toxic bitch, and velma was only a shade less radioactive. no, if this film was enjoyable, it was for the dance numbers, the singing, or perhaps for the reasons roxie's story made imaginary headlines: becuase we love things that we know, deep down, are wrong. the easily manipulatable chicagoians (or whatever they're called) lusted for the next jazz killer - as billy flynn says, "the fresh blood on the wall." modern day america is crazy about the next bachelor, or survivor (old news, i know), or which middle-eastern country is going to get it's islamic head shoved onto the chopping block. in bowling for columbine, michael moore tells us that the united states is a nation in fear. in donnie darko, jim cunningham tells his disciples that they are "prisoners of their own fear." although cunningham amounts to little more that comic relief of a sort, and michael is clearly a rather biased man, both of them have an excellent point: that the united states thrives on fear. and, to a somewhat equal extent, it's pandorian siblings, anger, hate and jealously. look at the news media in our country; look at the popluar entertainment, or advertising. nearly everything is based on one of the emotions i've described above, a combination of them, or something similar. fear: use zit cream, because if you break out you will be ugly, and you will be hated by others becuase you are ugly. anger: talk show like gerry springer, which is kind of old news, but still an idea that is very much a part of american society. hate: well, take your pick. i mean really...american's hatered of, well, just about anyone who doesn't jump we we say jump, die when we say die, and disarm when we say disarm. jealousy? reality television. it is - seriously. we're jealous of these people - their 15 minutes of fame, and that's why we watch these shows. because we love to see them fail.

in the process of writing this, i've been coerced by outside forces into questioning my own hypocrisy and motives for various things. this is not a pleasent thing, especially for me. so, for the above, try and read it not as something i wrote, but just as...something. obviously, it's only my views, and not the gospel truth, and i don't expect or want anyone to accept it as such. think of it more as a sort of drop in the bucket; something to consider. because there really ought to be alot more considering in this world, on both sides of the fence. (yes, i'm quite aware i just contradicted myself. i don't have a witty or convinceing excuse, so make of it what you will.) anyway, i think i'm done now. i'm going to try and do some of the homework that's piling up, but things don't look very promising.

yes, the rumors are true. last night, i watched daredevil. staring ben affleck and jennifer garner's breasts.
to be perfectly honest, i enjoyed this movie alot more than the other most recent comic-book-turned-film superhero movie (spiderman). spiderman had some good moments, true, and pretty good cinematography (LOVED the scene where's he's running through town learning his powers), but there were several parts that were, for lack of a more descriptive adjective, shitty. such as the woman crying "god bless you, spiderman!" or the laughable rooftop scene in which toby maguire and willem dafoe nod menacingly at one another and provide what i imagined was intended to be thought-provoking and sometimes threatening dialouge. in other words, spiderman fluctuated on the crappyness scale like an erratic heartbeat, whilst daredevil maintained a more steady level of shittyness, more akin to an EKG attached to a dead man.
yes, it was certianly not a good movie. but neither was it a bad movie. it's one of those movies that you enjoy mostly because it's sort of a guilty pleasure, like eating chocolate or listening to me first and the gimmie gimmies. of course, maybe that opinion is somewhat unique to me. i like movies that are really overblown. that's why i liked blade II - in some aspects - more than it's progenitor. both blade II and daredevil aren't ashamed of their comic book origins: they don't try and make their heroes overly human, or even make things too realistic. for example, daredevil's "superpowers" consist of enhanced hearing, smell, touch and - presumably, although it is never addressed in the film - taste. yet, he can accomplish superhuman feats, such as jumping between buildings, and beating the crap out of people after being stabbed THROUGH the shoulder with a sai. (yes, in case you were wondering, elektra's weapons are called sai, if i'm not mistaken. they have been wieled in pop culture in the past by one of the ninja turtles. i don't know which.) it's this sort of comic book-style depature from reality that really burrows into my chest and lays eggs in my heart. i really wish more movies were made this way.
oh, and it's cool to see joe pantoliano as a good guy. yes, he's a reporter, but he's a GOOD reporter.

whew.
ok, i think that's enough on that. sadly, 'tis not too eloquently penned, but i'm tired, so suck it down.