PHANTOM: My dear friends, you are now about to enter the nerve center of the entire Phantom Factory. Inside this room, all of my dreams become realities. And some of my realities become dreams. And almost everything you will see is eatible. Edible. I mean, you can eat almost everything. <!-- Ju-Anchor-Foote
What to say? I mean, really, I could run off about a year's worth of blogging material, but I just don't have it in me. U of T was nice enough to throw a barbecue for the 1st years before he kicked me in the testicles. Every day I wake up without a clue as to what I should be doing. All of my high school teachers "prepared" me for this juggernaut by making me spew out
In every class, there is that one guy. The one you sit next to, and wonder, "What the hell is going on in your head?" For me, it was a kooky Romanian in my Latin class. I loved that guy! There are so many phrases that I hold dear to my heart. "Jew-eese!" "The password is.....nipple." "Let's see you translate in turbulence!" My reasoning for taking so much o
Couldn't even finish writing the article I was working on. I had to post some sort of praise to Spike Jonze, for creating one of the greatest music videos of all time. You don't get alot of time to make an impression with a music video. Half the people are watching because they're bored, while the other half are listening to the music, as a glassy film begins to build
Bow down before the Sith master. Darth Revan is reborn. Dean Layne is no more. Well crap, now what am I going to do with my spare time.
Life sucks. Tink is at camp, work is brutal, and my family is fighting. I work all day for some old man. Sweat and break my back. Then I come home to my castle but my kin won't cut me slack. I work all week. I party all friday, and saturday night until I am practically asleep. (Leaving my fellow partymates with a sense of frustration as I say nothing.) I get
Wow, its been a whole damn month, and I haven't been chased out of the back corridors of Joeuser......yet. Work sucks. Yep. It sucks. Time is not on my side. Neither is irony. Before this job, I had no money but plenty of time, and nothing to fill it. Now, I have stacks of things to read, plenty of money, but no fucking time to enjoy it. The future i
Last weekend, I went garage sale hopping and walked away with oodles of fetch records, and a lovely little thing called Pong. My records were actually good records! I got a few Black Sabbath, a Steve Martin, some Monty Python, Rocky Horror soundtrack, Rolling Stones, and some old classics like "Rock and Roll Hoochie Koo," "Electric Avenue" and "Pass the Dutchie
And the weirdest part, was that there was a TV remote for a TV that was never built to be remotely controlled. It was almost as if they had put it there because there was supposed to be one.
I kept flashing back to Jason and Identity. The phonebooth in the rain. The field that should loop around me. It was all a little sketch. I really want to go back now with other people and scare the crap out of them, but with my luck, the phones will work.
Long time no sleep! I mean, no see. Work has been gruelling. I've been up every morning at 5am, and find myself with only 1.5 to 2.5 hours of free time, each day. I've learned that the weather forecasters, can only predict sunshine. So far, they've been right 3 out of 17 times, whether it was going to rain or not. Two of those times would add up to a
The serial killer theory was one of those things that hit me like a brick wall.
I realized today, in a Sundaze, that there isn't enough paranoia on Joeuser. With so many different characters contributing any random thought that they desire, there seems to be a lack of wild accusations and heresay. Now some my say, that Joeuser is full of outrageous conspiracies involving Iraq, 9/11, or pretty much anything tied to Bush. This could in fact be true
I loved The Mummy and The Mummy Returns, but I thought Van Helsing was terrible. The acting was absolutely terrible. You can have a cheesy movie, but when you try to make it out as an actual cinematic movie, then it looks bad. At least his weapons were cool.
If you desire an instrument of grace, you must go with Hattori.
As a reward for my first week of making the money, I took Tink out to dinner. We ate at Mandarin until we were stuffed past the point of full. I also decided to buy myself a useless toy, because I hadn't done that in a long, long time. My choices were the Spiderman webshooter, a lightsaber, the Batman utility belt, and a pair of Batman gloves that are motion activated
what does that mean?
I love chopsticks! I use them every chance I get, and even when I shouldn't. While I wouldn't recommend eating porridge, Jell-O and applesauce with chopsticks, it sure helps to lengthen your enjoyment of the meal. Now I can saviour that sweet, sweet sauce, instead of inhaling it.
Ahhh, I have now woken up before 10am on TWO consecutive days. COUNT EM 2!!!! That's got to be some record since high school. Let's hope we can keep this trend going. This morning, I realized that I've sort of taken over my dad's place. At the old house, he used to drive my mom to work every day, use the car during the day, then pick up her up after w
Thanks, today I will hopefully shed this shag.
So far, the only connection I've had with "Hero" was the trailer before Kill Bill Vol.2. It seems like it's coming out in theatres soon, but after hearing that Hero had the biggest budget for any Chinese movie EVER, I am definetely going to be in the theatre when it comes out.
Now I am not only in a post Kill Bill, Mai Pei talking, Nancy Sinatra listening to mood, but now I'm all wrapped up in Memento again. I'm never going to fall asleep. Dammit Shane! Why must you have my copy!?!?! I need my input of Reversovision. My MSN name is currently "John G." I've officially slipped into the rabbit hole again.<!-- Ju-Anchor-Footer-Start -
I can't believe I got a referrel from an adult models site for this article.
During my Sake night, all of the rushes of Memento came roaring back in a surly haze. The first time I ever saw <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0209144/" TARGET="_b
Somber. Quiet and unexciting. That's the mood I'm in right now. For some reason, I got into a funk late tonight on my way home from Tink's. Maybe it was the coffee. For some reason, I felt so burnt out and utterly paralyzed after I drank that coffee, but I would bet you that I don't fall asleep until 6am. Hopefully, I'll be able to write two articles, then head off to
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