WARNING: This post contains INFORMATION.  If you do not feel that you are ready to handle such contents or if you are nursing, pregnant, or may become pregnant, please consult Dr. Phill before continuing to read.

 

Why Wikipedia is the most informative site on the web:

This shall cover my EPIC quest to find my muse and perhaps something else along the way.

To start my quest, I shall go to Wikipedia and hit random page, that ALWAYS works, because as we all know, wikipedia is the source of all real knowledge.
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Ok, so upon visiting the glorious page of wikipedia, the source of all real knowledge in the universe and clicking on the random article link... I come across this highly informative article:
The higly prestigious and critically aclaimed album by hip-hop aritst Mystikal.  And with such track listings as "Ghetto Child", "We Got the Clout", and "Dick on the Track", how could anybody not take him seriously?
Mystikal had a very illustrious carreer and included such heart thumping singles as "Not That Nigga" in 1994 and "That's the Nigga" in 1998.  (Apparently it took him 4 years to find the nigga).

Ok, so none of that really proves anything about the collective knowledge contained within the domains of wikipedia.  So I click on random entry again.

Ah, this should be of vital importance to everybody:  Willie Kemp.  You all should be familiar with Willie Kemp as he is considered the "King of the Cornkisters".  Throughout his carreer as a Doric recording artist, he utilized a blend of Bothy Ballads and Cornkisters.  Also he was much more known for his music composition skills then he was for his lyical insight.

This is where I get sick of Wikipedia and decide that I will find no muse here:  My next link took me to Magical Mystery Tour.  No, not the Beatle's album or movie.  This was much worse.  The site I came to was Magical Mystery Tour THE TOUR.  It takes guests to such exotic sites as Penny Lane and Strawberry Field while riding inside this state of the art and quite stylish bus.

 

 

 

This is all part of my point that the internet is pissing me off lately.
There may actually be no useful information left on it!

DOES

NOT

ANSWER

QUESTION!

 

 

 

This stuff sickens me:  The internets and everything it ever represented is dying.  Al Gore's illustrious dream is lost.  George Bush's infamous pluralization has come to consume the beast.  One big joke after another, that's all it is.  Sure it is funny, it is quite possible to spend an hour on the internets and laugh your ass off the entire time.  But people, are we LEARNING anything here?   Thought not.

Let's get on with my exciting mini-series:
JUST as you thought it was safe to go outside without a raincoat, here comes the flood.  JESUS mongerers everywhere.  Election canditates JOYFULLY preaching change around every corner.  JUSTICE has met it's match.  JITTERY liberals fly in buzzard circles over the JOINTLY afflicted consevatives.  National security JUMPED the train so that everyone could save their own ass instead.  The JUNGLE is spreading.  Farms give way to suburban growth and JUMBLED industrialism.  And everywhere we are taught the continous brainwashing phrase that is suppossed to make everything go away and tell us that we are fine.  JUST DO IT.

We are living in 1983.  Are we ready for next year?

 

 

Until next time, may life have good luck with you.
(this entry sucked btw)

This is my entry to the Amandasbiggestfan Fanfiction contest:  also to meet the requirements, here is a link to her site: LINK!
Ok, now enjoy:

    We find our famous (or infamous) heroin, heroien, heroine, something, in a bit of a slump after having recently realized that she skipped her period.  As we all know, Naked Girl can only release her most powerful attack (the bleeding vagina) during her period, but she relized that somebody must have discovered her greatest weakness: impregnation.
    Desperate to find out how this happened she decided to go on a quest of self discovery.
    She knew she had always been careful at who she allowed to have intercourse with her... but there was that one time were she was in DESPERATE need of money and had to resort to prostitution.  She shuddered at the memory.
    She hoped that it wasn't Proffessor Griff... she knew that that old man had every STD under the sun.  Plus there was the fact that he was old... and a man... wait, "What am I thinking, I'm not lesbian" she said to herself.
    Anyways, we are going to skip all the boring stuff that happened inbetween, like sleeping, eating, going to the restroom, and all the countless pregnancy tests to make sure this was really happening, and get straight to the part where she discovers the path to self discovery.
    She was as surprised as anyone to discover that the path to self-discovery was actually located at her local county fair, so she paid the operator $1 and proceeded on in.
    The operator told her "Along this path, you will find many people... people you know who have shaped your life greatly."  Suddenly the winds of destiny blew up and Tina's hair began to blow.
    "Great" Tina said.  "I can feel the winds of destiny blowing, perhaps the person that did this to me is down this path, after all, he did GREATLY shape my life!"
    "Oh, those aren't the winds of destiny" replied the operator, "That's just the pneumatic system giving off air."
    "Wow!" remarked Tina, "...YOU KNOW HOW TO SPELL PNEUMATIC!??"
    "Actually I just said pneumatic, Eadie here, who is typing this story had to go and actually look it up."
    "I see" stated Tina, now less impressed with the operator's wisdom.
    So after a string of pointless dialogue, Tina began down the Path of Destiny 2.1 (that was the actual name of the fair's attraction)  The first person that she came across was The Artist Formerly Known as the Artist Formerly Known as Prince.
    "Prince? How have you shaped my life?" Tina said.
    "Well Naked Girl, I, Prince was your favorite artist when you were growing up."
    "Prince said"
    "Um, who just said 'Prince said'?" asked Tina.
    "It is I Prince's independant and higly paid narrator, Prince believes he is so important that your crummy narrator will not do."
    "I get it, this could get annoying" quipped Tina.
    "Very much so" the narrator responded.
    "Anyways, what is it that seems to be the trouble little girlie?"
    "Prince asked"
    "Um, firt off, narrator guy, your job must suck.  Secondly, Prince, I am having trouble.  I feel like I have lost part of myself.  I have recently missed my period, which not only means that I can not unleash my most devestating attack, the bleeding vagina, but that somebody has knocked me up!"
    "Prince thought about this for a while.  Then he looked at Naked Girl very carefully before continuing to say:" the announcer guy said.
    "Well Tina, maybe you're just too damanding, maybe you're just like my father - too bold.  Maybe you're just like my mother, she's never satisfied.  Why do we scream at eachother? This is what it sounds like, when --"
    "Ok, ok, I get it, talking to you is going to be very useless and you are just going to spit back lyrics to your songs at me aren't you?" questioned Tina.
    "Prince nodded"
    "And fuck you, narrator" she added.
    "Sorry I couldn't heeelllllpppp YOOOOUUUUUUUU DAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG"
    Prince's last words (along with those of his narrator) faded slowly as his hologram flickered away and a small machine popped up demanding $1 to continue the ride.  Tina inserted another bill and continued down the path.  Along the path, she next came across her mother.
    "Mom!!!" Tina said as she ran toward the figure.
    "Tina!!" Tina's mom said with one less exclamation point then Tina used to say mom.
    "Uh, what the hell are you doing here?" Tina asked as she got closer.
    "Tina, my total indefference toward your very existance is what helped shape your life.  If I had given, even remotely, a damn about you, you may not have ever discovered your true power as Naked Girl."
    "Oh, ok" Tina said, and then moved on past because she was sure her mom hadn't gotten her pregnant.
    Tina once again inserted a dollar into a small machine that popped up and came up to her next person along the path.
    "Hey! You not George... Where George go?  He said I get to play with rabbits now!"
    "Um, Lennie? What the hell are you doing here?" asked Tina.
    "Duh, the title of this story is 'Of Mice and Men', silly girl" Lennie replied.
    Tina looked up to the top of the entry.  "No it isn't, it's called 'Of Ice and Gin'."
    "Oh, well, why it called that?"
    Tina paused for a second, rather puzzled "Actually, I'm not quite sure, I haven't done anything with ice or gin yet... But the point is, you shouldn't be here!"
    Tina pushed passed the bewildered Lennie (Lennie is actually always bewildered).
    Tina fed the machine another dollar and then came across her next person.
    "OMIGOSH is that you Amanda?"  Tina said as she rushed up to the girl standing there.  "I am totally your biggest fan!" she stated.
    Amanda just stood there and looked at her for a second before saying "You do know little jokes like that are extremely overused and will possibly be in every single entry in this contest right?"  Then she faded away.
    "Dammit!" Exclaimed Tina as she once again fed another dollar into the attraction.  "I'm beginning to think this is just a useless waste of my money."
    Just as she was saying this, she came across Fred Durst (of Limp Bizkit fame).  "Tina, I'm sorry" he said, "I was the one who got you pregnant."
    "What!?  Fred Durst?  I've never had sex with you... I've never even met you!"
    "I know Tina, I actually came to you and raped you in your sleep.  I mean, you're Naked Girl, and flying around like that all naked and stuff, well, it turns me on and I couldn't control it!"
    "Holy cow, you are a horrible person, I mean really, what was in it for you?  Were you trying to ruin my carreer?  I mean, I would love to be the one to dissapoint you when I don't fall down!"
    "Hahahaha, clever, trying to use my own lyrics to justify your emotions!" remarked Fred.  "Well, actually, I had no interest in taking you out Naked Girl, the truth is... I did it all for the nookie."
    "Oh, come on Fred, EVERYBODY SAW THAT LINE COMING!!!!!!!!" and with that, Naked Girl punched Fred Durst in the face.  "You're lucky I don't have a chainsaw, or I'd skin your ass raw" she cheered triumphantly.  "You are also lucky I'm not creative enough to come up with my own lines!".
    As Tina exited the Path of Destiny 2.0, she found the operator and twisted his neck and demanded all the money that she paid for that ripoff of an attraction.  Then she remembered that she was presently in a financial bind and took the rest of the money from other people anyway.
    Having only discovered who knocked her up, and not actually solved any problems, she decided to go back home.  She used her newly found earnings to stop at the local liquor store with a fake I.D. and purchase a nice tall bottle of Gin.  When she got home, she poured it into a cup of ice and began to drown her troubles away.
    "Oh! I get it... 'Ice and Gin'" she said as she drifted into an alchohol induced coma.

    The moral of this story is:  Pregnant women should not consume alchohol.

WARNING: This post will contain lots of INFORMATION.  If you do not feel like you should be exposed to such treatment or if you are nursing, pregnant, or may become pregnant, please consult Dr. Phil before continuing to read.

Additionally, I am not budhist, or hindu, or any other strange religion like that, the meat of this post simply reflects a philosophy I have developed.

 

My profile picture (which does not actually apear on my site, it only shows up when I leave a comment) is, as some of you know, of a single eye (with the words Eadie's Blog around it).  This eye is not the left or right eye commonly found on your average human being, but is instead an eye that everybody has, but that everybody does not open.  It is symbolic of the Third Eye.  An exoteric theory about self-discovery and the ability to transend the ordinary and reach a higher state of understanding about things.  Not to be confused with Drugs (which are bad for you).  The Third Eye is only opened when one looks inward on oneself (kinda like while playing a small handheld gaming device that gives you tunnel vision) and focuses out the tangible world.  I swear I'm not on acid.
This is an example of something OTHER than a third eye being opened:

Ok, so that guy was bonkers, but the point is, that perhaps you may not really find insight into new theories about the earth's existance itself, you can simply come to some deeper conclusions about who you really are.

 

I'm just going to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

 

Letter-a-Day Issue #9:
INTOLERANCE. 
What the world needs more of.  We shouldn't tolerate black people being hanged just because they are black.  We should stop tolerating people throwing every Jew they see into an oven.  We shouldn't tolerate all the Native Americans developing small pox and dying.  GET THEM OFF OF THE RESERVATIONS.  LET COLORED PEOPLE RIDE IN THE FRONT OF THE BUS.  DON'T FORCE THE JEWS TO ALL WEAR STARS.  If the world could just realize that all these things are wrong and do something to correct it I think we would all be better off.  I know I'm a bit of a pioneer here, but I'm a white Christian, so I'm pretty sure everybody will listen to what I say.  Not ALL Arabs have bombs inside their vests.  It is time somebody stood up to this foul treatment.  I demand civil rights.  The world needs more intolerance.  I understand that the white man is always going to be the dominant species, but can't we at least get along with our inferiors and stop treating them like a plague?  Who knows, maybe even one day we can open the doors a little bit more for women and get them out of the kitchens and desk jobs.  I mean, its not like we would ever let any run for president or anything, but I'm just saying we need to start paving the way for civil rights, and I, Walter Eadie, am ready to begin putting the first foot forward in this direction.  Anybody with me?

 

Until next thyme, good luck with lhyfe.

Between Murphy and I:

"Murph-Durph" (2:51:32 PM): i'm just used to the amazingness of college T1 connections

"Murph-Durph" (2:51:39 PM): they pwn face

thegreateadie (2:51:39 PM): lol

thegreateadie (2:51:41 PM): yeah

thegreateadie (2:51:47 PM): unfortunately

"Murph-Durph" (2:51:53 PM): i would send patrick albums in a few minutes

thegreateadie (2:52:01 PM): UTA has firewalls that make bittorrents useless

"Murph-Durph" (2:52:18 PM): and that's why we use DC++

thegreateadie (2:52:25 PM): wtf is that?

"Murph-Durph" (2:52:59 PM): you connect to a local hub that uses the high speed connection of the university

"Murph-Durph" (2:53:16 PM): of course, people have to bring in the good shit

"Murph-Durph" (2:53:39 PM): put it can be freely and extremely quickly transferred between those in the hub

thegreateadie (2:53:51 PM): ic

thegreateadie (2:53:59 PM): like a cheap hooker

"Murph-Durph" (2:54:06 PM): ...no

"Murph-Durph" (2:54:22 PM): not at all, in fact

thegreateadie (2:54:41 PM): like a dirty hooker?

"Murph-Durph" (2:54:48 PM): sure

thegreateadie (2:54:51 PM): oic

"Murph-Durph" (2:54:55 PM): <.<

"Murph-Durph" (2:54:57 PM): >.>

"Murph-Durph" (2:55:03 PM): -.-

thegreateadie (2:55:05 PM): it ALL makes sense now

 

 

Finally, episode #8 in my letter-a-day saga.  As everyone already knows, the letter 'H' stands for HELL.  Hell is the place we are all going to go to when we die, because lets face it, none of us live very sinless lies anymore.  BUT IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE SO BAD.  Anybody who has ready Dante's Inferno would be able to vouch for this.  There are seven (correct me if my memory has failed me on this) different circles of hell.  The outer ones really aren't too bad, just like, getting put on time out for lying and stuff like that.  The innermost circle of hell, where Barney and Beelzebub himself dwell, is actually reserved for mutineers and betrayers!  Of course, this circle is full of the ultimate torture full of biting and gnashing of teeth, but as long as you don't commit horrible betrayal or try to take over a ship, you should actually be free of this stink hole where Judas and Captain Jack (along with any disgusting pirate) have to dwell.  So be good and commit the right types of sins and you will be [kind-of] O.K.

 

 

sorry if the randomness of this entry dissapoints many of you.  I promise more meaty content to come in my next entry, as well as my response to Amandasbiggestfan's Fan Fiction contest. 

Until next time, good luck with life

 

My guilt, my blame, I've been far too sympathetic
My blood, my fault, I've been far too sympathetic

       -Tool; Intolerance; Undertow

    Ok, so it was 10:10p.m. (roughly, actually a little earlier by technicality) and I was outside, bundled up, walking in the middle of my street.  It was cold, windy, and the ground was coated in about an inch of ice.  I was doing this because I wanted to.  I was doing this because I was thinking.
    It actually started a good 30 minutes beforehand.  My girlfriend was asking me what the out-of-district tuition at TCC was.  I told her that I didn't know, and then I proceeded to give a speach about how I never really looked into TCC because it was not a very highly reputed college in comparison to most others in the area (UTA, TCU, UNT, SMU).  Tarrant County College to me was after an afterthought.  She got rather upset by this.  Actually, she got REALLY upset.  The reason... I completely blew off her inquisitivity and missed the point/seriousness of her actually looking for a method of moving up here to Fort Worth from San Antonio.  I take fault.  She wanted to be left alone for a while, and so I decided to go for a walk.
    I go on walks quite often when I decide that I really need to think.  Just never usually this late at night... and never usually for three miles.  For the first part of the trip, I had the lines from Tool's Parabola stuck in my head "We are immortal, all this pain is an illusion" (I really like that band incase you couldn't tell).  It made me think... if this pain is such an illusion, that must mean that there is some way I should be able to block it out (more on this in my next post).
    This post is about my walk, and the events that transpired between me, myself, and I along the way.
    I told myself, I would simply go outside and just keep walking until she called me.  "She will call me" I thought... she always calls me.  The direction I chose to begin with was up a small hill after taking a left from exiting my driveway, luckily for me, this was walking DIRECTLY into the wind.  The only thing I could think of those was how upset I was that I had offended her.  Pretty soon I came to the apartments at the end of the street.  Usually, these apartments are where I stop.  There is all kinds of strange activity that occurs here, especially at night, so I would always usually turn around at this point and head back to my house.  This night however, was cold as frozen hell and was also on a thursday night.  Nobody goes out on a thursday night, it's like the deep breath before the friday night plunge.  So I kept walking past these shim-sham appartments. 
    I turned right when I got to the next street and suddenly I was going downhill.  My breeze was blocked and my passage was now less rigorous, so a warmth filled me and I was left generally at ease.  I figured that she would call soon.  I continued down this way until I came to the next street.  I had the option of turning right here, and following two more consecutive right turns, I would make a loop and return to my house.  Instead however, I opted for passing this opportunity and widening my loop by performing the same process only one block down.  I figured that in this manner, she would deffinitely call me by the time I got back around to my house.  I wasn't going to call her, she wanted the space.  I decided that if for some reason she hadn't called, I would repeat this loop once more and then make the call to her.  This would have made the total course two miles in length, and based upon the casualness of my stride, it would form a one to one and a half hour journey, thus in my mind, giving her her "space".
    Of course, I got to my house and she still hadn't called, so I made the loop again.  Once again I had to climb the small hill with the breeze blowing directly in my face.  Once again I would make that easy turn and feel a bizzare warmth fill my body.  Interestingly enough, on this second loop, it seemed like I was just making the first pass over again.  The breeze kicked up at the exact same times.  Lights flickered in windows at the same times and patterns as they had before.  T.V. glows from behind cloth curtains seemed to be creating the same hues.  Dogs barked somewhere off in the distance at equal intervals.  Even a car alarm coming from somewhere inside the apartment complex seemed to trigger at the same time on this second pass.  It was more than deja vu... I WAS making the same journey.  I was thinking the same repetitive thoughts.  I was making the same repetitive motions.  I was learning nothing new.  I wasn't helping myself.  I was just killing time waiting for a phone call that wasn't coming.
    As I was rounding the last corner I began to find myself very nervous.  I knew that I would be calling her when I got close to my house.  What was she going to say when she picked up?  What was I going to say when she picked up?  Was she even going to pick up?
    The phone rang.
    The phone rang.
    The phone rang.
    The phone rang.
    The phone rang - voicemail kicked in.  I left her a message telling her that I was still out walking and that I loved and missed her, and that she could call me as soon as she was ready to talk.
    I then braced myself for making another dreaded lap around the devil's track.  This time, I knew I needed to preoccupy my mind.  I began to sing.  I thought of the longest, most suitable songs I knew the words to, and began singing them outloud for no one but myself, the wind, and the cold to hear.  I started with the great American ballad American Pie.  This song would take up the vast majority of the walk, especially since I had to stop for about 5 minutes because I had forgot the line "For ten years we've been on our own."  And because I got lost in my thoughts somewhere during this time and realized that I was repeating the second verse.  Upon completion of this song, I moved into Billy Joel's Piano Man singing all the lines and humming every instrumental and solo. 
    As I was wrapping up my best rendition of Hotel California, I came to that dreaded final turn again.  Eagles suddenly slipped out of my mind and instead I buzzed about the lines from The Rolling Stone's Anybody Seen My Baby "then I realized, that she's really gone for good."  That feeling began to sink into me, but I decided it would be worth it to call anyways.  Before I even pushed the talk button however, I already knew what was going to happen.  It went straight to voicemail.  She had already turned her phone off.
    I left her another message indicating that it was too cold for me outside now and that I would be going back in and that she could message me on the computer or call me whenever she liked.  By this time, it was approaching midnight, my legs were about to collapse from underneath me, and I was beginning to lose most of my willpower.
    I went back inside and realized that there was no possible way that I could sleep now, for the first time in about two months, that she wouldn't be on the phone with me as we were falling asleep.  I thought that maybe she had gone out or gone to a friends house to chill out for a while, and that she would be back late, so I got on my computer and goofed around on Xanga reading about other people's problems while trying my best to forget about mine.
    When I noticed that it was 1 a.m., I decided to leave another message indicating that I would try to stay up until 3 in the morning in case she came back so that I could be there for her to call me.  I then proceeded to put on a movie and once again try to cloud my mind.
    3 a.m. came and I gave her a call to indicate to her that I would be trying to go to sleep now and that I wished her a good night, and that I loved and missed her.  I then set my alarm for 7:30 and prepared to drift off.

    It was 4:30 a.m. the last time I checked the clock before falling asleep.

    I woke up at 6:30.

   

    This story could go on to be several times its current length, but it was only about my night, and to make a long story short... things are better now.  A LOT better.

    I am going to marry that girl, and it is going to be great.  We have many decades of love that await us.

    Surprising ending?

    I thought so too, but now, I can't wait until I can spend forever with her.

 

moving on:

"I AM ALL THAT IS MAN!"

 

 

    I'll continue my letter-a-day series next time with episode #8 "The Letter H".

 

   Vi Veri Veniversum Vivis Vici

   Until next time, good luck with life... (that is not what the above Latin translates you by the way)

 

    Nobody really likes politics...  except politicians, but they're just another form of masachist.  Today at the University Center (the fancy name for the building with all the political science classes at UTA), there was a student set up with a big flippy notepad thingie with a table on it.  He was inviting students to write on it as they passed by.  The table was a love/hate chart for politics.  There were plenty of words written down on the hate side.  It seems like these days, everybody knows what's wrong but doesn't want to provide any encouragement.  There was only a very small handful of words on the love side.  I looked over the pad for a while before picking up a marker and writing "ARGUING" on both sides.

    Of course, nobody likes politics and nobody also really enjoys reading all these blogs and columns about politics either.  I will try to splice in humor wherever possible.

    Don't worry, I'm not going to talk about the current elections.  There is way too much overkill on that subject already.  Instead, I am going to talk about my least favorite person in the world: Michael Moore.  In fact, you know what... I'm not even going to focus on all of the political controversies surrounding him.  I won't talk about his continous turn-coating techniques for candidate endorsement.  I won't talk about how he can't find any other topic other than how much Bush sucks (not saying he's the greatest prez we've ever had, but there is OTHER stuff to talk about).  Not mentioning how he is never able to provide any solutions to his own problems.  No, no problems there.  I just want to talk about how much of a bad example he is.  To do so, I have prepared this handy chart:

 

 

    As you can see, he is not exactly a great role model.  How are we supposed to take political stances seriously from somebody who doesn't seem to take themselves very seriously.  What would we think if Fat Bastard from the Austin Powers series decided to go about preaching harcore liberal doctrine everywhere he went?

  That's what I thought... not a very pretty picture.  Especially with all that saggyness and nastyness and saggyness and more nastyness.  However, in some ways you are going to have to feel sorry for Michael if Hillary or Obama win the upcomming election.  Secretly you must realize, while he acts all like "don't vote republican, blah blah blah", he is really worried that if a democrat becomes president, he is going to be flat out of a job!

Seriously you guys... vote democrat in '08

 

 

    Okay, enough pointless and truly unnescessary ranting about that.  Now, is it just me or is Subway's propoganda truly getting the best of us?  Today was the second day in a row that I chose to go to Subway and cash in on the free offer they are giving to UTA students.  Upon completing my truly price-less feast, I realized that I literally FELT healthy after having consumed it.  I truly felt that I had just done a very good thing for my body.  I should have no real reason to feel this, because it's just food and according to all those commercial for diet pill products, unless coupled with good excercise and some of their miracle candy I may not be doing enough.  But damn, something about that Jared really makes me feel like I'm doing a good thing.  Now, maybe when I see Micheal Moore began trying to promote their products...

 

 

  episode #7 in my letter-a-day series:

God : (as defined by Devil's Dictionary X)

1. the divine; the creator of all; the all-knowing; He.

2. the subject of an extremely important three-word essay by Nietzsche.

3. a paradox big enough to fit most of the heads in the world into as well as the rectums they come shrink-wrapped in.

4. in the majuscule, a deity of relatively recent historical invention who cannot be bothered to intervene in human affairs unless they involve foreskin, bulimic whales, hookers, bad weather, or the actual end of the world.

 

Alrighty then, I have wasted enough of your time...

Until the next time you drop by here, good luck with life.

So there I was making the rounds all over the glorious xanga.com when I stumbled upon a retarded ad that I actually haven't seen before.  Now, I know must of you will be quick to say "OMFG n00b!!! i c taht ad vry 3 secs!!!!111"  My response: "chill out, I haven't and this is obviously for those who haven't."

Is it just me... or is this the stupidist thing you have ever seen?  The brilliance behind this ad, I must say, is that SO many people ARE going to click on it just to see what the hell (pun intended) it says if you say yes.  First off, I don't think in hell that the devil will look NEARLY that cool.  Or be as smooth, and just plain non menacing as that looks.  Secondly... you KNOW this is one of those things that wants you to fill out a dozen surveys just by the fact that there is no real form of advertisement anywere visible.  Lastly, they are CLEARLY running out of stuff to put into these ads, and this one is plain RETARDED!

Next, for your entertainment, finally there is some footage available on the interwebs from Betterman's performance at the big graduation party.  This one is of the band (Murphey on bass, Patrick on guitar/vox, and me on drums) covering the song Calling You by Blue October.  It turned out looking like a cloverfield-esque singsongy music video (although this was made almost a year ago).  So if you like it cool... if you don't, leave hate mail/hate comments:

 

So there you go, proof that with almost no talent, and a little bit of luck, you can produce a cute, artsy-fartsy video full of nastalgia and almost NOTHING else.

Moving right along.

Today I was on my way back from classes for lunch before my big Biology Lab test later, when the guy in the passenger seat of the car next to me started shouting.  I had already had my window down, pumping some tunes, so I looked over and saw that he wished to tell me that he liked my car.  For those of you who don't know, I am currently hauling ass from A to B in my brother's red worn out garbage pail of a '92 Civic Hatchback with a faded paint job and dents galore.  This is because the transmission is currently shot on the KrunK-mobile (a.k.a. bro-jeep)(a.k.a. 1990 Geo Tracker) and since my brother can't drive anyway, it just made sense to use his inferior vehicle for now.  Upon seeing my quizical look however, the man continued with how he said it gets great gas milage - which is a damn lie, because I drive that car and I know I'm lucky if it gets 200 miles on a 25$ tank... could be worse I suppose.  I just thought it was funny, because the car he was driving seemed far more efficient then mine.

In other news: Tuxedo Wong is still very much on the loose, at large, dangerous, and probably packing heat.  If you, or anybody you know has come in contact with this man for any reason, please alert local authorities immediately and have yourself checked for both cyphalis and AIDS (because he radiates those).  Tuxedo Wong is wanted for unlawful brandishing of a segway, unconstitutional appearance, and general strange behavior.  If you can return him to a police station, or if you can provide any nescessary information, it would be greatly appreciated.  His only known associate at this momment is Ben Wade who was originally presumed dead but now seems to be enjoying a large multitude of sightings almost appearing to be in several places at once.  Ben Wade is known for vandalizing property and simply causing general unnescessary mayhem.  Not presumed to be as dangerous as Wong, but wields a Blitzball Ball with some skill and has the tendancy to hurl it unexpectedly.  Detailed police drawing of him at a later time.

episode #6 brings us to the letter F.  F is for FUN.  Always has been.  Always will be.  Everyone likes/enjoys/takes pleasure in having fun.  Fun is good.  Fun is never bad.  It's funny because fun is the one thing that it seems EVERYBODY can agree that they like.  Of course, I say this now, but then I'm going to get a dozen comments telling me how they don't like to have fun.  Whatever, you know it's true.

 

Also, my lunch today at Subway (eat fresh) was free.  On top of that, I didn't have to pay for it either.  I just showed them my UTA I.D. card and filled out a simple thing online and PRESTO a free combo (any kind I wanted) with a drink and chips!  (I opted for meatball marinara in case you were wondering).  Anyways, I plan on going back tomorrow and friday as well, for the same promotion.

 

Finally, before I wrap this up, one of the most notable names in the history of the NFL retired yesterday.  Big name players retire from sports every year, but this wasn't just any other big name player.  This was Brett Favre of the Green Bay Packers.  In addition to being my biggest hero for his deligance, determination, and attitude, he has lead one of the most successful carreers in the history of football and has been the face of not just a franchise, but the very concept of a winning attitude.  Since his first start, HE NEVER MISSED A GAME, and had something along the lines of a 5 year run without even missing a team practice.  He set the records for most wins, most complete passes, most interceptions, most touchdowns, and most overall yards, not to mention most consecutive starts (a record that will probably never be broken).  Football for most fans will never be the same again.

  "Quarterbacks are always suppossed to be the 'pretty boys' on the team.  I have never wanted that title.  I just want to go out there and kick some ass."

                       -Brett Favre

 

 

 

well, until next time... good luck with life, folks.

 

Rage Against the Machine should cover Jimi Hendrix's "Let Me Stand Next To Your Fire"
...just seems to fit the style.

 

Anyways, to start things off, I would like to invite everyone that hasn't heard it before, to listen to this song that I wrote the lyrics to.  The song is performed live at The Door (in downtown Fort Worth) by the band Betterman (I am playing the drums), and as I said, the lyrics were written by me with some edits by Patrick.  (You may want to pause my music player at the top before you listen to this if you haven't already done so)

 

Lyrics:

 

 

Ok, secondly, I know I said that I would post a story about a busride on here, but as of yet, it is not finished, so that will come later.

 

Alright, now for the meat and potatoes:

I was walking in my kitchen snacking on some shortbread Girl Scout Cookies, when it donned on me that I ain't Got Milk.  Whenever I eat food, ESPECIALLY cookies or something sweet... I practically have to have a nice, tall, icy glass of milk.  Much to my dismay however, my cubbard (refrigerator) was bare.  So instead, I had to settle with whipping up a batch of Eadie's Not-So-Famouse Home Made Lemonade (which despite the long title, is NOT the worlds best lemonade).  However, upon taking a bite of the cookie and a swig of the beverage, a long forgotten memory returned to me.  Girlscout cookies taste REALLY GOOD with lemonade.  Haha, thought I would share that.

 

 

Girl Scout: Is it made with real lemons?
Wednesday: No
Girl Scout: I only drink lemonade if it is made with real lemons... but I'll make you a deal.  I'll buy a glass of your lemonade if you buy a box of some of my girlscout cookies.
Wednesday: Are they made with real girl scouts?

 

 

The Adams Family is such a great movie.

Anyways, a certain annoyance of mine comes when I realize that I am very much interested in listening to some music (which is ALL THE DAMN TIME) when suddenly I also can't decide what I want to listen to!  I have over 4,000 songs on my computer and probably about 3,500 of them I actually consistantly listen to, and music is ALWAYS playing in my room.  However, sometimes I will simply be annoyed by sound comming from my speakers, yet simply silence will annoy me more.  I would like to blame it on me being in a bitchy mood, but those two things (silence, and the lack thereof) seem to be the only two things that would annoy me.  Often times I will actually eventually find something, but I just find it odd that I can simultaneously be annoyyed by both music and silence.  Perhaps I'm just super weird (weird is one of those weird words that breaks the commonly broken "I before E except after C rule.")

...Lastly, you knew it was comming, Episode #5 from my "Letter a Day" series (the word series does NOT break the "I before E except after C rule.")

speaking of E...

I wonder, (perhaps gloomily) what my EULOGY will be like.  What are people going to say about me when I'm gone?  Will it be a happy story about a peaceful life?  Will it be a story of tragic heroism?  Will it be of a dismal existance bound by no purpose or sense of self respect?  Will it be about a great guy that changes lives or the very world itself?  How long will it be?  How many people will hear it?  Morbid thinking perhaps, but deffinitely striking my curiosity.

 

 

Ok, this felt like a very decent post full of substainance.  Good, I am complete.

 

"Until next time, good luck with life."

The section of this that is NOT in red was written on Sunday, March 2nd and was rather incomplete, I felt, so two days later, I am updating this particular entry with a little more content.

The section of this that is NOT in red was written on Sunday, March 2nd and was rather incomplete, I felt, so two days later, I am updating this particular entry with a little more content.

I am going to start this edit with the BEST SONG EVER MADE (true story)

it is about exploring infinite outcomes and ultimately giving in to the passage of time, and allowing yourself to ride the "spiral" of life:

 

 

Ok, so that was that, next, I just wanted to let you know, that my last trip down to San Antonio (on the Greyhound again) has inpired me to create a short story... one that I will post in my next entry, until then...

 

Well, here I am, in San Antonio, Texas... 288 miles away from my home in Ft. Worth.  Just an easy 6 hour busride on the legendarily comfortable Greyhound (end sarcasm).  The funny thing is, yesterday morning I didn't even know I was gonna be here.  Its the middle of a slow Saturday and and Amber says "hey, you should come down for this celebration I'm having tonight!" and I was of course more than willing.  She is full of surprises, and I love her.

 

Now for something I really need to work on.  Diligence is a BIG thing I need to work on.  I could easiy keep up with my classes if I simply worked harder at giving a damn.

 

 

 

 

short post this time... more later

 

till next time good with life

 

p.s. Amber (who is currently resting her head in my lap) thinks I should write more... so I'm just gonna say that I love her SO MUCH!!!!!

 Well, last night I went through and put tags on ALL my entries. (most of them did not previously have tags)  So now, you can use those new handy links on the top of my page to check out my most common tags: thoughts, poems, stories.  Also, I have begun posting my famous Burger King Invades McDonald's videos on xanga here.  (Just click the My Videos link up there)

 EDIT:  Ok, for all of you non-college types that want to know what class in college is like, I have for your orbs a 30 second clip from my chemistry class.  Now, the actual class of course is 50 minutes long, however, if you would like to experience what it is like to actually be there for the full time, simply watch this video 100 times in a row, and then you will understand.

 

Ok, now for less boring stuff:

 

Two weeks ago, I spent the weekend in San Antonio with my girlfriend.  We had a great time as always, but this particular story is about us going to Enchanted Rock.  If you have never been to this place (and if you like the outdoors), then I strongly recommend it.  There is something magical (enchanted anyone?) about that place.  Such a massive structure comming out of the ground where it doesn't seem to belong (similar to Devil's Tower in Wyomming).  On the way there, as soon as we ran out of range of San Antonio's radio stations, I began singing for her (fortunately for her, I only had time for one song "Hotel California" by The Eagles)... according to her she loved it, but I don't know.  Anyways, we got there and climbed around on the rocks for something like 3 hours.  It was really great.  I loved being not only with her, but out about in nature as well.  So few people actually seem to appreciate that (admit it, how many of you actually think going to a bunch of rocks in the middle of nowhere is a great date).  We were both excited about the idea, and we both loved it.  We took a LONG way back though, but it was nice just being with her in the car.

Nature is cool.

 

 

Calcium

It is good for you.

Strong bones... found in some dairy products.

 

Hey! I think that's a Haiku, unless there is some rule other than the 17 syllables thing that I don't know about :-p

thanks for stopping by!

 

UNTIL NEXT TIME, GOOD LUCK WITH LIFE