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Mel's true colors?

 - Brian

This is all over the news.


Well, I do

The media's making a huge deal over something that is -- while serious -- not that big of a deal.
Even if Mel does have somewhat of a harsh attitude towards Jews, it still doesn't effect his movies in any way. "Mel's true colors?"...


Whoop, freakin' whoop - whoop.

 - Brian

Gone for the week. Someone else update. "Whoop, freakin' whoop - whoop."...



 - Joe

I just received this from a "Carito". The subject was "how are you,":

Hi my Dear!

I think we had correspondence a long time ago if it was not you I am sorry.
If it was I could not answer you because my Mozilla mail manager was down for a
long time and I could not fix it only with my friend's help I got the emails
address out for me ..:)
I hope it was whom we were corresponded with you are still interested, as I am,
though I realize much time has passed since then...
I really don't know where to start ....
Maybe you could tell me a little about yourself since I lost our early letters,
your appearance,age , hobbies, and are you still in the search?
If it was you I wrote to and you are interested to get to know me better, I have
a profile at :

Don't really know what else to say for now I hope this is the right address

Let me know if you are interested, And I hope
you won't run when you see my picture :-)



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First of all, yes it would be the wrong address, considering that I had my old up back "then". Secondly, I'm spurned my mainstream girls, so This can't be real. Finally, what would attract me to a girl who can't spell worth &*@!?

Now that I've wasted all of your time with that little something you had no desire to know about, I wanted to ask you all what your screen resolution is. I'm designing a new template, and would like to do it for a resolution of 1024 x 768, if possible. "Spam"...



 - Brian

I've been waiting for this my whole life.

Where's your God now? "BADAAASSSHHHHH."...


Guess what, guys?

 - James

To calm the howl of summer boredom (boredom? Psh. Not in this house), I decided to adopt a project (or three). Along with repainting my room, I decided "Why not write a novel?" Oh, gee, why not? So that's what I've been doing with my computer time instead of blogging, alas. But anyhoo...
It's not a terribly epic plot, nor complicated, nor adrenalin-pumping, nor knee-slapping. I decided to start with something simple, something I know. Namely, the situations brainless teenagers can get themselves into. Now that I'm done making my apologies, I'll explain why I'm telling you all this:
I decided putting this thing online would be a good excuse for a blog post. As you can see, I was right. So I now have it in it's own wittle bwog of its own, right here.
In case anyone's interested.
P.S. Don't ask about the title. It just popped into my head one day and I realized that, in this age when most music comes from guys calling themselves things like "Loudermilk," "Pedro the Lion," and, the weirdest, "Death Cab for Cutie*," why not call a band what I called the story?
*you can only imagine this band's polar opposite: "Life boat from ugly." "Guess what, guys?"...


People I can't stand

 - Brian

Originally, I posted this on my personal blog, but thought that the material would be appropriate for BH, so here it is.
I'm a pretty sociable kid. I basically get along with everyone, and I don't hold too many beefs.

However, there are a few types of personalities I just can't stand. I try to give these people the benefit of the doubt, but it's no use. Anyway, I've run across these types of people at one time or another, and I've made a couple categories:

The Playfully Violent Youth: These are the guys who punch you, smash you, tackle you, and violate you in an aggressive physical manner for no particular reason. At first, you think they're just "being boys," but then you realize that they're using their playful attitude as an excuse to be violent. It's like they're trying to prove something by punching you full-force in the gut, or smashing your nuts. In the past, I would just smile and play along, but my recent irritability has forced me to lash back, resulting in a public display of profanity. On a side note, I do tell them to cut it out, but they don't listen. Piss heads. Grow an IQ.

The Social Anti-Social Types: I can't help but feel sorry for these kids. I don't really understand them completely, but they annoy the festering hell out of me nonetheless. These are the people who kind of follow you around at social events, and just look at you and smile (or sometimes they turn their head when you look at them). It's like they want to be social, but they don't know how to be. Every time you try to make conversation, they look at you like you're crazy. It's like everything you're saying isn't registering. Kind of creepy. It's like, "Hey man, I know you don't have any friends. I'm just trying to be a little nice, and you look at me like I'm crazy?" Every time I run in to these people, I have a gut feeling they have a "Top 100 People I Want to Kill Slowly" list hidden under their bed (and an IQ of at least 140).

The Pseudo/semi-sociopath: I've only encountered these types of kids a couple times in my life. These are the kids that when you first meet them, you're like, "Wow. This kid's pretty cool!" They're usually pretty charismatic, and they appear to be ultra-friendly (a little too friendly). As you continue to spend time with these people, you notice something just doesn't feel right. The pseudo-sociopath pretends to like you, and even goes to the extent of lying to gain you're trust. They may pretend to share your interests and/or opinions, and may even put you on a pedestal just to please your ego. Another thing that pisses me off about these types of people is that they're pathological liars. They lie all the time, and 90% of the time, I know when some one's lying. I spent a good amount of my childhood doing nothing but lying and making up random crap, so I know a BSer when I see one. I don't know what these fools are after, but it's apparent they just want to manipulate you (for fun?). One day, they'll be your friend -- the next day, they can't stand you. If you ever run into one of these jokers, and you know they're BSing you, just play along. They'll notice you're playing along, and they'll get annoyed and irritated. Narcissistic, egocentric fakes (Oh wait, I am one! Oops! Just kidding).

The Over-Critical Jackasses: You can always find these people putting you down and insulting you for every minor mistake you make. They point out every insignificant flaw you have just because. These people are expert jackballs. It's painfully apparent they're insecure, which leaves more openings for you to retaliate. They diss on you and expect you to just laugh it off. Well, unfortunately, laughing it off gets boring, and you want to show them what it's like to be constantly harassed. It's not like you're being mean for the sake of retaliation, you're just showing them what it's like to be picked on all the time. It's purely for educational purposes. These types of people consist of the following:

-Fat girls: They are self-conscious, insecure, and depressed. They try to make themselves feel better by pretending they're superior. If you point this out, I can guarantee they'll shut up in a hurry (or cry, which is funnier).

-Insecure girls in general: Even attractive girls (or average looking girls) are insecure, due to the the harassment they receive from their fat, self-loathing friends. These ones are usually not as annoying as their overweight peers, but annoying nonetheless. You can actually improve on their condition if you work hard enough on them (think positive!).

-Nerds: I'm a nerd. Well, at least I enjoy nerdish projects, usually related to the computer. If you ever saw me, you'd never guess I was even into computers, which usually works to my advantage. Unfortunately, there are those unlucky few who stand out like a sore thumb. Chances are, they're insecure as well (I know, I'm really generalizing, but I have met teens like the ones I mentioned above at least 3 times). They also pick on you, just because you're better looking, smarter (or not), and can kick their butt at everything they do.

Anyway, just a couple types of people who really put me on edge. For the record, I enjoy the company of almost anybody, so don't think I'm picky.

You know I'm right. "People I can't stand"...


Something for Brian...

 - Joe

Just a little something Brian asked me to post:

(sorry, it scanned horribly. I'll fix it when I feel like it.)

I realize that this is slightly unrelated, but this comic sparks some thoughts. I've always wondered whether all these legions of pseudo-intellectual people choking the artistic world actually believe that they are helping humanity achieve artistic greatness, or if they laugh themselves to sleep each night knowing that they can fool us into thinking that they're great. "Something for Brian..."...


Lyric of the "day" - Celebrity

 - Joe

The following is a song by country star Brad Paisley. He has some rather... blunt observations on the life of your average celebrity:

-Brad Paisley

Someday I'm gonna be famous,
Do I have talent, well no.
These days you don't really need it
Thanks to reality shows.
Can't wait to date a supermodel,
Can't wait to sue my dad.
Can't wait to wreck a Ferrari on my way to rehab.

[1st Chorus]

'Cause when you're a celebrity,
It's adios reality.
You can act just like a fool.
People think you're cool.
Just 'cause you're on TV.
I can throw a major fit
When my latte isn't just how I like it.
When they say I've gone insane
I'll blame it on the fame
And the pressures that go with
Being a celebrity

I'll get to cry to Barbara Walters
When things don't go my way
And I'll get community service
No matter which law I break
I'll make the supermarket tabloids,
They'll write some awful stuff
But the more they run my name down
The more my price goes up

[2nd Chorus]

'Cause when you're a celebrity
It's adios reality
No matter what you do
People think you're cool
Just 'cause you're on TV
I can fall in and out of love
Have marriages that barely last a month
When they go down the drain
I'll blame it on the fame
And say it's just so tough
Being a celebrity


So let's hitch up the wagons and head out west
To the land of the fun and the sun
We'll be real world bachelor jackass millionaires
Hey hey, Hollywood, here we come!

[3rd Chorus]

'Cause when you're a celebrity
It's adios reality
No matter what you do
People think you're cool
Just 'cause you're on TV
Being a celebrity
Yeah celebrity

And now for your viewing pleasure: "Lyric of the "day" - Celebrity"...


This is shred-a-licious

 - Brian

Woah. I'm like, shocked.

You've got to check this out.

This was done with flash, and it's a pretty immense project. Listen, I do a ton of stuff with Flash, and I can tell you now, this is probably the most amazing creation I've ever seen.

Plus the mystical guitar shredder dude owns Buddhist priests.

Check it out, or I'll be forced eat your babies.

P.S. Check out the Jam session. It's freakin' incredible. "This is shred-a-licious"...



 - Joe "Random"...


300 Pound Tumor - The Band.

 - Brian

Alas, the Tumor has been unleashed.

This is epic.

I'll get some pics up there sooner or later.
When we've completed some of our songs, we'll post those as well (and I'll let you know here).

Oh Lord, I've created a monster.

HAPPY 4th!!! "300 Pound Tumor - The Band."...


Stupid morons.

 - Brian

Okay, for the past week, the mental midgets in my neighborhood have been setting off fireworks in broad daylight.

Stupid insignificant retarded idiot jackball butthead morons.

What's the point of setting them off in the middle of the day? What, do they like the sound? Whatever. Stupid morons.

I'm going to buy M80s from that weird homo down the street and then I'm going to blow up their stupid Escalades. Stupid Escalades. And then I'm going to rid myself of that weird homo guy down the street because he's always starring at me. Stupid cats.

Then I'm going to smash out their house windows.




In other news, my dog died but then came back to life to ensure the safety of the Jewish pumas.

Special thanks to the Satanic muskrats for the fridge ball. "Stupid morons."...


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