A slight inclination in shit...
Um, hi. This is moderately awkward; it's like seeing a friend you haven't seen because you've made no effort to visit whatsoever and randomly bumping into him/her in your grocer's freezer.
Brett: Hey...blog.
Blog: Brett. Good to see you.
Brett: So...how's it going?
Blog:
My period of inactivity, in terms of blogging and basically life, has spanned longer that I initially planned on, due to an overflow of laziness and an underflow of everything else. Some notable things, however, happened:
-Nerfing is now my #2 hobby, jumping 437 positions in a matter of microhours
-I've been involved in both a school musical AND a hit reality TV show in which the requirements for involve slicing pandas while yoddling
*REALIZATION*---> Me=14-year-old girl
That's about it. No new articles, no fresh comics, no Asian porn, yes nothing. There is one thing I still retain, though: penloads of ideas.
Seriously, I got those, and in favorable quantities, too. But, with every good streak of imagination, it's inevitably certain that really fucking stupid ideas come along for the ride. I've began a large sum of articles just to delete them before they had the chance to gasp for e-air, such as...
(for those of you who don't like me...these are articles I never finished, along with comedic tries that correspond with them)
The Warriors Movie/Book review
The Warriors is an adventurous tale of a misplaced gang trying to bop their way passed rival hoodlums in order to return home to Coney Island. It's a very, very basic story in some aspects (Point A--->Point B!), but includes enough buried depth that one can shovel off for amusement. It was originally a 200-page novel by Sol Yurick, but Walter Hill took it upon himself to put the story on film in 1979. The movie became a cult...ahem...non-offical religion classic as its action-saturated uniqueness attracts a large variety of fans.
Besides from the same skeleton story, the book and motion picture are almost 1/3 of a league apart. The endings are about as similar as Gary Coleman and Dirk Nowitzki, yet both are well-done and entertaining enough to, well, write 2 paragraphs about. The sure lack of similarity forced me to begin writing a full-length movie report with little bits of color-coded differences thrown in there.
Reasons for the Nay-say
It took me that long for a extremely simple summary of the differences, the article wasn't even a quarter done at a page's worth, I pulled out the "zomg BANDWIDTH" card and ran the other direction.
F*ck You, Capitalism
Bitterly unemployed and empty-pocketed, early May was a time of complete frustration and jealousy as my search for a summer job kept being unsuccessful to the fullest extend. Even today, I have no place to earn any sort of wage (job) because I'm stubborn and misunderstood.
I was really, really pissed off with the whole ordeal and decided to blame not myself, but the American economic system, for being too user-unfriendly. There was much bashing in the short life of the article, much of it was unreasonable as a result of haste and 3 hours of sleep and I dunno, a dead mongoose. My paragraphs, as strangely brutal as they were, tried to compare capitalism to other systems, such as communism and socialism because we all know those work much better.
Reasons for the Nay-Say
Um. Yeah. It wouldn't be that intelligent of me actually use my freedom of speech.
10 Reasons to Pee on Modern Pop Music
There isn't much to this...it's just me, with insults built filling up my ass, doing my part to educate the world of how crappy, untalented and drab the likes of Ashlee Simpson, Kelly Clarkson, D4L and all the other cut-of-the-mold "stars" really are.
Here is a memorable would-be quote:
"...and Ashlee Simpson is just one more reminder of how good looks will always overshadow musical ability. Give me an ugly girl who can actually sing and compose anyday and keep the pretty and untalented faces in the movies, right where they belong."
Reasons for the Nay-Say
Meh, playing Nintendo seemed much more interesting at the time.
There you have it, just don't abuse it.
The milk is blue,
bRETTZKI wARX
Brett: Hey...blog.
Blog: Brett. Good to see you.
Brett: So...how's it going?
Blog:
My period of inactivity, in terms of blogging and basically life, has spanned longer that I initially planned on, due to an overflow of laziness and an underflow of everything else. Some notable things, however, happened:
-Nerfing is now my #2 hobby, jumping 437 positions in a matter of microhours
-I've been involved in both a school musical AND a hit reality TV show in which the requirements for involve slicing pandas while yoddling
*REALIZATION*---> Me=14-year-old girl
That's about it. No new articles, no fresh comics, no Asian porn, yes nothing. There is one thing I still retain, though: penloads of ideas.
Seriously, I got those, and in favorable quantities, too. But, with every good streak of imagination, it's inevitably certain that really fucking stupid ideas come along for the ride. I've began a large sum of articles just to delete them before they had the chance to gasp for e-air, such as...
(for those of you who don't like me...these are articles I never finished, along with comedic tries that correspond with them)
The Warriors Movie/Book review
The Warriors is an adventurous tale of a misplaced gang trying to bop their way passed rival hoodlums in order to return home to Coney Island. It's a very, very basic story in some aspects (Point A--->Point B!), but includes enough buried depth that one can shovel off for amusement. It was originally a 200-page novel by Sol Yurick, but Walter Hill took it upon himself to put the story on film in 1979. The movie became a cult...ahem...non-offical religion classic as its action-saturated uniqueness attracts a large variety of fans.
Besides from the same skeleton story, the book and motion picture are almost 1/3 of a league apart. The endings are about as similar as Gary Coleman and Dirk Nowitzki, yet both are well-done and entertaining enough to, well, write 2 paragraphs about. The sure lack of similarity forced me to begin writing a full-length movie report with little bits of color-coded differences thrown in there.
Reasons for the Nay-say
It took me that long for a extremely simple summary of the differences, the article wasn't even a quarter done at a page's worth, I pulled out the "zomg BANDWIDTH" card and ran the other direction.
F*ck You, Capitalism
Bitterly unemployed and empty-pocketed, early May was a time of complete frustration and jealousy as my search for a summer job kept being unsuccessful to the fullest extend. Even today, I have no place to earn any sort of wage (job) because I'm stubborn and misunderstood.
I was really, really pissed off with the whole ordeal and decided to blame not myself, but the American economic system, for being too user-unfriendly. There was much bashing in the short life of the article, much of it was unreasonable as a result of haste and 3 hours of sleep and I dunno, a dead mongoose. My paragraphs, as strangely brutal as they were, tried to compare capitalism to other systems, such as communism and socialism because we all know those work much better.
Reasons for the Nay-Say
Um. Yeah. It wouldn't be that intelligent of me actually use my freedom of speech.
10 Reasons to Pee on Modern Pop Music
There isn't much to this...it's just me, with insults built filling up my ass, doing my part to educate the world of how crappy, untalented and drab the likes of Ashlee Simpson, Kelly Clarkson, D4L and all the other cut-of-the-mold "stars" really are.
Here is a memorable would-be quote:
"...and Ashlee Simpson is just one more reminder of how good looks will always overshadow musical ability. Give me an ugly girl who can actually sing and compose anyday and keep the pretty and untalented faces in the movies, right where they belong."
Reasons for the Nay-Say
Meh, playing Nintendo seemed much more interesting at the time.
There you have it, just don't abuse it.
The milk is blue,
bRETTZKI wARX
posted by Warx at 1:44 PM
1 Comments:
Hey. I'm going to do something I never thought I would: defend Kelly Clarkson.
She can actually sing.
*end*
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