ok, well it made ME laugh.

well, since it had to happen eventually, here's someone else's blog. i'm posting it out sheer...well, kindness, i supose. or sheer boredom. or sheer nightgown. he he. fuck i'm tired. but not really.
and also, this. i'm showing my true dirty hippy roots. hate me if you want, brodie, i love who i am, and i love who you are too.

check this out. it's from the same guys that gave us buttlord GT and stinkykick, but comletely different, and also quite cool. perhaps even deep. anyway, i like it.

this man is seriously a genius. i swear, someday i'll do something that grand. someday.

and then click here. it's the newly-formed infant blog of a dear friend of ours, the one, the only, PIKE.
also, barcode yourself.
while you're at it, watch this. oh my fucking god.

addendum:
since i linked to one pike, i might as well link to the other, that most excellent of rachels.

just click it. you know you want to.

Which Donnie Darko character are you? by Shay

which i find...interesting, since she's the hottest human being on the face of the planet. i'm serious. i think this bodes well. very, very well.

sadly, i didn't not just see one of the greatest movies ever. at least, i didn't think so.
i did, however, watch the rocky horror picture show.
i think this was probably an excellent example of how if something is built up too much, it will often dissapoint. for, while i loved the music, the costumes and tim curry (also nell campbell who was extremely hot), the story and so on was not to my likeing. it was sad, and i prefer my musicals to be more...happy. well, except for moulin rouge. anyway, i'd been given so much to expect, that what i ended up getting was a bit of let-down. it was still a very good movie, and i would sing its praises were it released in theatres today, but for what it had been made out to me to be, i was a little dissapointed. especially when meatloaf got killed. i really didn't like that part.
anyway, i think that's enough for now. i'll probably watch it again sometime, perhaps when i'm in a better mood, and i'll like it better. who knows.
bye now.

a little about spirited away:
for those of you who aren't "in the know", spirited away is the latest effort from japanese master of animation (seriously), hayao miyazaki. this marks - i believe - the fourth time i've partaken of the savory delights of said film, and despite some initial missgivings, i've decided that it does indeed deserve a place up next to - but not replacing - princess mononoke. if you do decide to watch it - and i strongly urge you to do so - be sure to rent it on DVD, and watch it in japanese with the second english subtitles (the first set of subtitles is just the english translation used for the dubbing; the second set are, i think, more accurate to the original japanese, and shed light on several parts of the film.). this helps the movie make a great deal more sense in several parts, and also omits a good deal of the blathering about love. which, as much as i love love, struck me as a little strange, considering we're discussing a 10-year-old girl.
just the same, the movie is still a delight if only for the extremely high quality of animation. it's a shame that most of the anime americans are now being exposed to is generally TV shows which have significantly lower quality animation. it leads to a serious case of misinformation. a few of the panning shots, and even just the simpler stuff is simply amazing.
ok, i'm too tired now to talk coherently, so you'll just have to live with this. go watch the movie!

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thank you all for an delightful evening.

rachel, it's entierly possible you and pike have already seen this, but i thought i'd point it out anyway, as you might find it...interesting.

i've been stuck by something recently. this happened in my american literature class, which is a bit of a surprise, because i'm so damn lazy about nearly everything involving that class. which i feel bad about, because i think it would be a pretty good class if i put more effort into it. so i suck.
anyway, this THING i've noticed is that if you pick just about any famous writer, the were afflicted by one of the following...uh...afflictions:
a) depression
b) shitty life in general (tuberculosis)
c) short life
d) all of the above
take poe for example. pretty brillant writer, but not only did he die very early - even for that time period - he was also extreemly depressed for most of his life, his wife - who happened to be about fifteen years younger than he was - died very shortly after they were married, and he died soon after, probably of rabies. now, excuse me if my modern comfertable life replete with fantastic medicines and useful household gadgets has jaded my perspective, but i'd say that's a pretty damn crappy life. and poe's not the only one, just about all of these guys were depressed. (interesting side note: although we haven't covered many women authors, i don't seem to remeber them as being so depressed. maybe that wasn't covered, or i don't remeber it, but still. hmmm.)
all this, in turn, depresses me. not nessicarily because i aim to be a classic of american and world literature some day, although that would be nice, but because i like to consider myself an artist as i'm sure these fellows did. and their deligtful history of depression and pain in general makes me worried that the only artists who attain world or national renown are those who are horrible depressed. i'd like to be a good artist, but i'd really rather do it without being depressed. yes, i know that (i believe it would be) sublimation would, psychologically, explain why these people who were so disturbed were able to create great art, but i don't really like the idea that one HAS to be depressed in order to do so.
anyway, this has gotten to a point where it is going nowhere, so i'll end it.

a thing of beauty.
link supplied by my dad, of all people.

also, this one:

as i have not yet achieved "big pimpin" status.

http://stinkykick.atomictoy.org/
i've given you the link, now go. GO!

i want - no, NEED - this shirt.

i have just spent the better part of my sister's birthday helping to film "six-string daydream", a short film written, directed and produced by ben jay and alex pfender. it will, of course, be showing at the rainpants film festival. not that i'm pimping the festival, or anything like that. oh heavens no. it's not like i'm subtlely telling you that it's in mid june, or that it will be in central park. i'm not even sugesting that it will be free to the entire public, and that anyone can submit films. of course not.
...
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COME! PLEASE! IT'LL BE COOL!
anyway, yeah. there you go.
what else to say... hmm. well, i think that's about it. oh! played ledgend of zelda: the wind wakers, or whatever it's called. several things to say about this game, acutally.
for one, i was partaking of this particular brand of joy by leave of the pike household. the youngest of the pikes (whom i simply call "pike"), pointed out to the assembled group that since the player has been given the ability to choose "link's" name since the very first game, who acutally decided he was called link? interesting point. however, it is nothing compared to what is udoubtedly the most stunning and excellent feature of this game: the pigs. on the aptly-named "outset island" (it's where you begin the game) there are several "wild pigs". these are not pigs of a more boarish varity, as are encountered later in the game as enemies. no, these pigs are of a much more benign - if speedy - variety. although there is a sort of mini-quest involving the pigs - retrieving them for a tremedous lady who, i like to think names the "breakfast", "lunch" and "dinner" - i have decided that the pigs were put on the island by some god, possibly the triforce itself, in order to please me. for they were EXTREEMLY pleasing. i spent much happy times chasing those delightful little porcine fellows around the green grassy fields that were link's world, and finally catching them and tosing them into the ocean where they floated, like little piggy buoys. i had thought the joy provided by the pigs could not be increased, but i was wrong: far later in the game than i progressed, returning to your home island reveals that the black pig captured for fucking huge woman has grown. grown to nearly FOUR TIMES its original size. this tremedous specimine is now nearly four times the size of link, and yet he can heft its porky frame as if it were nothing more than a large pig-shaped ballon. when baited, this monster would dig for tresure, and was also idiotic enough to wander off a cliff, although it met with the water at the bottom uneventfully, and floated there for some time, happy.
anyway, that's enough about the pigs, and the delight they provided me with. i can only hope they, and the rich man's vases, tremble in fear of my next visit.

but the "k" is more "raw" than the c - rawer. it's how we know they're keeping it real. on the streets and so forth.

yes. yes i do.

ok, i know i've mentioned this before, but it still requires further posting: i think planting trees releases some endorphins that, i donno, get me stoned. because when i come home and sit down in from of the computer i feel seriously fucked up. like, right now i feel like i'm really freaking tall, and i'm looking down on it (the computer), and i'm on the verge of tipping over. and sort of like i'm turning, and the world is...i donno. i've also started writing poetry when dad and i break for lunch. wierd. man...

see, sometimes i wish i was one of those elitest assholes, who think that when they don't like or understand something, that means that it sucks and is beneath them. instead, when i don't understand something that everyone else seems to get so much out of, i just feel stupid and uncultured. yay for me.