| It Tastes Like Burn Spell! |
[Jul. 13th, 2009|11:04 pm] |
So, as it turns out, Jones Soda has decided to unveil five flavors of Magic: The Gathering soda. For those who don't believe me, the proof: http://www.jonessoda.com/files/magic-thegathering-planeswalker-jones.php
I've never been a huge fan of Odd Flavored Soda(tm), as my freshman year floormates might recall, based on the Malta Goya Incidents. However, I'm torn. On the one hand, I want to try these things, simply because hey, Magic, soda, how can it go wrong? On the other hand, this is Jones.
A normalish soda company would have strawberry, watermelon, black cherry, pina colada, and raspberry, I suspect, so that's got to be wallpaper, brussels sprout, tobacco juice, clam, and Chevy Camaro or something. |
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| Posted By Request: |
[Dec. 27th, 2008|10:51 pm] |
Sometimes, an idea comes into your head, and you just can't get it out of there without seeing it through to it's illogical conclusion. Having recently seen the film Milk, an image formed unbidden that resulted in this:

That is all. |
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| I Cannot Say It More Plainly. |
[Nov. 4th, 2008|11:23 pm] |
Between Wednesday of last week, and today, this has been the second best week of my life.
I've been waiting too long to say these words: President-Elect Barack Obama. |
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| PHILLIES WIN!! |
[Oct. 29th, 2008|10:23 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Cloud 9 | ] |
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| | ecstatic | ] |
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| | We Are The Champions | ] | Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes!!!!
WE FINALLY DID IT! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! |
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| T-minus 305 days and counting... |
[Jan. 4th, 2008|12:36 am] |
Until we have an actual President-elect. Until that time, we have to make do with the Iowa caucus, and the beginning of primary season.
First, the bad news. Mike Huckabee.
Now, the good news. Finally, we're starting to make a little bit of room on the debate stages, with Biden and Dodd walking, and Richardson only committing through New Hampshire. It looks like Hillary's weaker than expected, too. This also pleases me, since I don't trust that she can beat Huckabee in the general. With luck, it'll shape up as Obama vs. McCain, rather than the Huckster.
(Just saw my TV. I hate Terrell Owens. Moving right along.)
And two one liners. MSNBC was airing the concession/victory speeches, and they got to Mike Huckabee, standing there with Chuck Norris's head in the frame over his left shoulder. Huck was talking about his children's sacrifices for the campaign: "my son, John Whatever, and my other son Whosamaswatch, who did this, and my daughter Whatsit, who I thought was going to have to get an Iowa driver's license..." and I seriously thought I was going to hear him go right into "and my other son, Chuck Norris..."
Also, Mitt Romney, the Hair That Doesn't End, was offering his congratulations to his staff for a tremendous failure, and said "This thousand plus group of people here, and my family..." I swear, at first I didn't hear the word "and."
Now we're on to New Hampshire. I just hope Fred stays awake long enough to make it there. Wouldn't do to have him power-nap through what may be his last chance to be relevant. |
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| Flinging the doors open |
[Aug. 23rd, 2007|11:29 am] |
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And now I've opened up my LJ for comments again. That took longer than it should have, but hooray forgetfulness! |
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| Surviving Pötterdämmerung |
[Jul. 21st, 2007|06:49 am] |
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| | exhilarated | ] | Book open: roughly 1:15 AM, Saturday July 21st. Book closed: 6:43 AM, Saturday July 21st.
Emotion level: High.
Further comments: Restricted until I hear from the people I expect will be interested in reading the book, saying that they're done.
Now I want some stories about the others, and maybe Hogwarts: A History. |
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| For those of you... |
[Jun. 16th, 2007|03:09 am] |
on my friends list who may not have heard of the place, and are interested in Harry Potter, come check out hogwarts_elite! I'm applying, and hope to be accepted soon, and it would be cool to see the rest of you swing by if you're interested in sorting communities that do more than just sort. |
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| OK, I think I'm writing in a vote for this guy. |
[May. 26th, 2007|11:09 pm] |
OK, so rowena742 and I were in the car on the way back from dinner, and we got started talking about the rise of video games in popular culture. This conversation, by the way, was largely due to the DS game Puzzle Quest, which I highly recommend to anyone who really didn't need the next couple dozen hours of their life anyway.
The conversation transitioned fairly quickly from how video games used to be a niche activity ("You play video games?") into a fairly common one ("You've never played Halo??"). At one point, I mentioned how not knowing who Mario is would be the rough equivalent, given their relative popularity, of not knowing who the President was. This, naturally, given my brain's somewhat mad-scientistesque stream of consciousness, led to the creation of President Mario, the most awesome leader of the free world since President Luthor. This idea came complete with an idea for an icon that neither of us are capable of making:
*Picture of Mario in a suit* "It's-a me! President Mario!" *cut to picture of Angry Ahmadinejad* "AMERICA WILL CRUMBLE, MWAHAHA...HUH?!" *President Mario jumps on Ahmadinejad's head, the image of said miserable SOB flips upside-down and falls off the screen, Mario lands in a victory pose* "War averted!"
This, of course, could be follwed up with a YouTube video of President Mario dealing with all of America's threats in turn: Hugo Chavez, Kim Jong-il, Fidel Castro, Paula Abdul... all of the big names. |
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| My brain is out of control, or Politics As Unusual |
[Apr. 17th, 2007|12:30 am] |
Me: OK, so I'm reading on the Post about the DC Voting Rights rally, and I came upon this quote: "We're gonna go to the White House next!" yelled Fenty (D), addressing the marchers after they reached the Reflecting Pool in front of the Capitol.
My brain, never one to pass up a ludicrous, painfully twisted transition, followed with: "And then we're going to go to the East Wing! And the Roosevelt Room! And the Blue Room! And the Oval Office! YEEEAAAAAHHH!"
Note to brain: Adrian Fenty != Howard Dean. |
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| Testing, one two. Is this thing on? |
[Apr. 1st, 2007|12:25 am] |
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I know. Haven't posted in way too long, but I needed to share this. As if anyone needed it, here's yet more proof that I am insane. Particularly when combined with my friend Mick.
Me: Oh, some screwed up facts. Did you know Rush Limbaugh was once Ambassador to India? Mick: lemme guess. Limbaugh was fired after he told the Indian ambassador, "Take a bath. You smell like curry." Mick: it's what I'd expect from a guy who once told a black caller, "Call me back after you remove that bone from your nose." Me: Not quite. The trick to it was that Rush Limbaugh, the commentator, is actually Rush Limbaugh III. Me: His grandfather, Rush Sr., was Ambassador to India in the 1950s. Mick: >_< Mick: DAMN YOU AND YOUR TRICKERY Me: Hehehe... Me: See, this is why I can only be trusted fully on alternate Tuesdays. Me: Just be glad I didn't ask you to guess the rank of the world's highest ranking penguin. Mick: Emperor? Me: Colonel-in-Chief. Me: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nils_Olav Me: Emperor, by the way, was an excellent response. Mick: let's ask Nils Olav for advice on the Iraq war. it'll be better than the advice we're currently getting Me: Heh. Honestly, we could ask a *Insert whoopie cushion sound here so as to make this acceptable for all ages* rock and get a more cohesive strategy. Me: Asking a commissioned penguin? That's a huge improvement. Mick: I assume he'll say something about ice and fish. Mick: *snaps fingers* THAT'S IT! Mick: I just figured out how to win the Iraq war! Me: Does it involve cutting down the mightiest tree in the desert with a herring? Mick: the way I see it, Iraqis are always pissed off because of how damn hot it is and because their per-capita incomes require them to take out a loan in order to buy a Coke. Mick: they're hot, thirsty, and hungry. a trifecta that would make anyone pissed off. Me: Not to mention they wandered the desert for thousands of years and never once stumbled across a knock-knock joke. Mick: therefore, we should get lots of ice and fish and deliver it to Iraqis, free of charge. Me: Like the Berlin Airlift, but this time with refrigeration. Mick: exactly! Mick: my suggestion would be that we get the fish from the fisheries in New England (there's always lots of fish there) and the ice from Canada (since it's their primary export). Me: We'd of course need to couple this with economic incentives for the fishermen. Mick: and at the same time ensure that we don't run out of fish or ice from either source. global warming unfortunately has reduced Canada's ice supply Me: So we couple this with the "Saran Wrap the Ozone Layer" idea, and bam! No more global warming, no more war in Iraq, and we even create more jobs for the returning soldiers. |
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| I have a journal? |
[Feb. 25th, 2006|08:26 pm] |
Wow. Almost forgot this existed.
Fortunately, a random game idea came up, generated by rowena742's newly expanded CD collection. I've recently been listening to a great deal of Broadway material, and I realized just how screwed up must musicals really are. After thinking back quickly on eight of the ones I've heard recently, I came up with the following list of crimes and despicable acts, not counting the ones found here.
So, here's a little game. I'll list everything I can think of from eight musicals I've been listening to recently. Anyone who wants to guess at what they are, or where they come from, feel free. I'll provide a few hints as to what shows I'm talking about.
Show A: This show was based on a French book. Show B: This show was based on a French book. Show C: This Sondheim show involved crazy people and death. Show D: This Sondheim show involved crazy people and death. Show E: The movie version of this show was changed at the request of a US Government official. Show F: This show was made into a movie in 2005. Show G: This show was a movie, became a musical, and then a movie was made of the musical. Show H: This show in no way involves Sondheim, a movie version, or the French. It's won Tony Awards, so it has nothing to do with Stephen Schwartz.
Theft Theft Graft Blackmail Breaking and entering Spying and sabotage Prostitution Prostitution Alcoholism Subversive anti-government propaganda Suicidal tendencies Suicidal tendencies Suicidal tendencies Stalking Stalking Kidnapping Airplane hijacking Racism Assault, Battery, and Theft Hypnosis Suicide S+M Chronic masturbation Chronic masturbation Homosexual stereotyping Homosexual stereotyping Homosexual stereotyping Marijuana use Sexual desire for household member Poisoning Poisoning Slavery Intent to murder Attempted Murder Murder Murder Murder Murder Murder Murder Mass Murder
I'll update this if anyone guesses anything correctly. I'll also update the show list as people figure out which shows are which. |
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| New York, New York, it's a hell of a town... |
[Jun. 7th, 2005|10:41 pm] |
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| | Frank Sinatra. Take a guess which song. | ] | I was reading CNNSI, and they were discussing the potential move of the New Jersey Nets to New York. rowena742 and I had a bit of a disconnect over whether they would be the New York Nets or the New Jersey Nets, playing in New York. My first thought was that this was appropriate payback for New Jersey stealing the Giants and Jets, and using the New York label to convince people that the players know how to drive. Then the conversation turned into the possibility of New York symmetry, since among the team names we would have the Nets, the Mets, and the Jets. Then, of course, we need to change the name of the Knicks to the Vets. I don't know if we're talking animal doctor or battle hardened guy on crutches here, but Patrick Ewing was the face of the team for so long...
This then requires us to make the Giants the Pets, so if the Knicks are the Vets, they have someone to practice on. And, of course, the Yankees are the Vaders.
And they can move to San Francisco, put some grass (no, not that kind) on their jerseys, and call themselves the Naders.
This all fails to take into consideration the Rangers and the Islanders. Meanwhile, Philadelphians can count on one finger the number of major championships they've won since I was born. While you're guessing which Sinatra melody I've got going, guess which finger, too.
...I hate New York. |
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