LOLipop.
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/457770
Just watch..
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
-TIFFANYPACK- (Help Me, I'm Growing!)
That Tif, she always has to have the last laugh.
I received a thrilling counter to my Rybox that I sent her while in Oregon. It was made with bits and pieces of the former package with Tif's scrawling all over the inside. In it included Oregon-imported foods (Fig bars, vitamins, and lime-flavored mints) which I immediately consumed, pictures from her travels, loads of inside-jokes, and [my favorite] a London-esque magnet.
She's such a surprisehost. Thanks, Tif!
If everything grew at the same rate, [including distances and temperature ranges] then nobody would be able to feel or detect it. What if right now, as I type this, everything in the universe [and the universe itself] were getting bigger, further away? What if it were constant, even atoms and the smallest particles grew as well? How would we know? Would we ever be able to figure it out? After all, with everything growing now, we have no referance to compare sizes. We could very possibly live in a world where growth is as infinite and constant, and the only growth that we can recognize were changes in growth acceleration?
Short people, rejoice. I just found a cure.
I received a thrilling counter to my Rybox that I sent her while in Oregon. It was made with bits and pieces of the former package with Tif's scrawling all over the inside. In it included Oregon-imported foods (Fig bars, vitamins, and lime-flavored mints) which I immediately consumed, pictures from her travels, loads of inside-jokes, and [my favorite] a London-esque magnet.
She's such a surprisehost. Thanks, Tif!
If everything grew at the same rate, [including distances and temperature ranges] then nobody would be able to feel or detect it. What if right now, as I type this, everything in the universe [and the universe itself] were getting bigger, further away? What if it were constant, even atoms and the smallest particles grew as well? How would we know? Would we ever be able to figure it out? After all, with everything growing now, we have no referance to compare sizes. We could very possibly live in a world where growth is as infinite and constant, and the only growth that we can recognize were changes in growth acceleration?
Short people, rejoice. I just found a cure.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
"Hey, At Least It Isn't Raining Gorilla Balls."
Back to School. Hurrah.
I'm not going to post my schedule, because everybody else does it. Actually, I'm just lazy.
I saw Tif, who gave me a postcard and a map to some art gallery. If delightful surprises were like parasties, she'd be the biological host.
wHY DO KEYBOARDS PUT THEIR CAPS LOCKS SO CLOSE TO THEIR SHIFTS? iT KINDOF GETS TO ME.
B0L0GNABUT T (9:21:03 PM): ""That which does not kill us makes us stronger."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
[Surely he didn't have in mind drugs, french frys, or anti-male enhancement?]
Okay, its been a while since I've ranted.
You get dumped, you didn't make that football team, your dad yells at you for not doing something right and you think to yourself, "Man, my life sucks gorilla balls."
People tend to measure their circumstance based on the quantity of misfortunes of their day. What they fail to realize is ratio of things that could go wrong versus the things that do. It turns out that no matter what happens, you life could suck alot worse. It happens all the time.
For example, I didn't get into the same P.E. class as the one that my other friends were in. I thought it sucked. Gorrila balls, in fact. So I marked it onto the "Things that went bad today" mental list. If I were to get into Corona's class, I wouldn't have marked it on the "Things that went great today" list. I'd take it totally for granted, as a life factor that worked to my advantage.
People do that because too many kickass or average things happen every day to keep track of them. Misfortunes, however, are fewer and easier to count.
Next time something happens, anticipate all the pessimistic things that could happen.
You'll learn to appreciate everything that doesn't involve Gorilla Balls.
Nice shirt!
http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp;jsessionid=A4423A28C632C266177D573A78FF4F32.app11-node2?itemdescription=true&itemCount=10&id=15279953&parentid=M_APP_TEESSHORT&sortProperties=+product.marketingPriority,-product.startDate&navCount=234&navAction=poppushpush&color=
I'm not going to post my schedule, because everybody else does it. Actually, I'm just lazy.
I saw Tif, who gave me a postcard and a map to some art gallery. If delightful surprises were like parasties, she'd be the biological host.
wHY DO KEYBOARDS PUT THEIR CAPS LOCKS SO CLOSE TO THEIR SHIFTS? iT KINDOF GETS TO ME.
B0L0GNABUT T (9:21:03 PM): ""That which does not kill us makes us stronger."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
[Surely he didn't have in mind drugs, french frys, or anti-male enhancement?]
Okay, its been a while since I've ranted.
You get dumped, you didn't make that football team, your dad yells at you for not doing something right and you think to yourself, "Man, my life sucks gorilla balls."
People tend to measure their circumstance based on the quantity of misfortunes of their day. What they fail to realize is ratio of things that could go wrong versus the things that do. It turns out that no matter what happens, you life could suck alot worse. It happens all the time.
For example, I didn't get into the same P.E. class as the one that my other friends were in. I thought it sucked. Gorrila balls, in fact. So I marked it onto the "Things that went bad today" mental list. If I were to get into Corona's class, I wouldn't have marked it on the "Things that went great today" list. I'd take it totally for granted, as a life factor that worked to my advantage.
People do that because too many kickass or average things happen every day to keep track of them. Misfortunes, however, are fewer and easier to count.
Next time something happens, anticipate all the pessimistic things that could happen.
You'll learn to appreciate everything that doesn't involve Gorilla Balls.
Nice shirt!
http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp;jsessionid=A4423A28C632C266177D573A78FF4F32.app11-node2?itemdescription=true&itemCount=10&id=15279953&parentid=M_APP_TEESSHORT&sortProperties=+product.marketingPriority,-product.startDate&navCount=234&navAction=poppushpush&color=
Sunday, August 24, 2008
A Tiny Little Update
http://www.cookiedoughrecords.com/movieplay.htm
Did you see the Olymic Closing Lightcycles? I want one of those!
Flashy.
Did you see the Olymic Closing Lightcycles? I want one of those!
Flashy.
Friday, August 22, 2008
TMSAC. G, IHMondays.
I'm going to have to start worrying.
Other blogs about PB&J sandwiches and hairballs don't have to break a sweat. See, because other people blog about their days, they always have a topic to blog about.
As for myself, I'm limited to a certain amount of witty queries thanks to my small attention capacity. God, I hate Mondays.
What can I do when that day comes, when everything I can think of is in this blog?
Should I start blogging about my day, like the rest of the people that control blogs?
No, I have a policy.
Am I going to be forced to stop blogging altogether? Surely not.
In reality, Mind Bottling will die before I lose my blogging ideas. Just like the Ghettobook before it. Like the Ghettobook, I was stoked when I started it.
Even now, I can see myself tending to blogger less every week. I get bored thanks to my small attention capacity. God, I hate Mondays.
Ah, we'll see what happens.
As you might have noticed I'm home! It's the freshest smog-infested atmosphere I've ever tasted on my tongue, and I love it.
CuppiT3A Cakes (10:26:55 PM): AHH. ryan reminds me of SOYMILK
solarpoweredspaz (11:18:40 PM): You sounds lonely, Cat.
solarpoweredspaz (11:18:47 PM): Lonely and sad and pathetic.
studm00ffin (11:18:49 PM): I am acutally.
studm00ffin (11:18:52 PM): pretty much
studm00ffin (11:18:55 PM): ive got to admit
studm00ffin (11:18:58 PM): i eat lunch alone
Somebody make friends with her, before I smash some faces.
But then again, you brought it upon yourself Cat.
Other blogs about PB&J sandwiches and hairballs don't have to break a sweat. See, because other people blog about their days, they always have a topic to blog about.
As for myself, I'm limited to a certain amount of witty queries thanks to my small attention capacity. God, I hate Mondays.
What can I do when that day comes, when everything I can think of is in this blog?
Should I start blogging about my day, like the rest of the people that control blogs?
No, I have a policy.
Am I going to be forced to stop blogging altogether? Surely not.
In reality, Mind Bottling will die before I lose my blogging ideas. Just like the Ghettobook before it. Like the Ghettobook, I was stoked when I started it.
Even now, I can see myself tending to blogger less every week. I get bored thanks to my small attention capacity. God, I hate Mondays.
Ah, we'll see what happens.
As you might have noticed I'm home! It's the freshest smog-infested atmosphere I've ever tasted on my tongue, and I love it.
CuppiT3A Cakes (10:26:55 PM): AHH. ryan reminds me of SOYMILK
solarpoweredspaz (11:18:40 PM): You sounds lonely, Cat.
solarpoweredspaz (11:18:47 PM): Lonely and sad and pathetic.
studm00ffin (11:18:49 PM): I am acutally.
studm00ffin (11:18:52 PM): pretty much
studm00ffin (11:18:55 PM): ive got to admit
studm00ffin (11:18:58 PM): i eat lunch alone
Somebody make friends with her, before I smash some faces.
But then again, you brought it upon yourself Cat.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Dear August 20th:
more the engrish!
Welcome back to California, Ryan! This is a scheduled post from the past, by your former self. What did you spend the last week of summer on, FutureRyan? You know things that nobody else does right now. Who's the 2008 Olypic gold medalist for nose-picking? Only you know. Did Tif get the package that I didn't send her yet? I hope so, I'll get to it.
Don't worry Ryan, I have your back. I'll do things now so you don't have to worry about them. Remember that dirty laundry that we were supposed to do? Consider it done.
Write back, if you can find some freakish way to do so.
-Ryan of 8/10/08
Monday, August 18, 2008
Airbound.
solarpoweredspaz (10:07:36 PM): Hey, creamcake.
Two more days, and I'll be in California. I spent my last days in the coniferous city of Durango. Every part of Durango is beautiful, perky female residents especially.
But guess again, if you think I traveled for five hours just to spot girls. I went for my driver's permit. Yeah, chances are that I'll be catering [you, the reader] around until you can get a little red motor scooter of your own. That means you too, Annie.
After my driving class with [who else but pretty girls?], I went canoeing with a guide named Brian. Brain sounds uncomfortably close to Ryan, my previous rafting guide. Tif , who also went rafting, had an instructor named Ryan as well.
So who knows? Maybe I'll look into river-guiding for a summer job.
"Mind Bottling.
I finally got Ryanbear’s package today. I went outside and it was sitting happily on the stairs getting sunned on. I cracked that thing open faster than you can say “NASTIA LIUKEN TOOK HOME THE GOLD IN THE OLYMPIC ALL AROUNDS.” Inside, there was the most Ryanified things I have ever layed my Australiasian hands on. Things like tweaked Pokemon cards, a bar of used soap, a zebra painted rock, and his Ghetto Book :O. Which Ryan, I’m going to have to give back to you. Now this package is what I’d call some major Ryanspice."
- www.neonpants.tumblr.com
Delivering five minutes of awkwardness at a time. Through the mail.
Two more days, and I'll be in California. I spent my last days in the coniferous city of Durango. Every part of Durango is beautiful, perky female residents especially.
But guess again, if you think I traveled for five hours just to spot girls. I went for my driver's permit. Yeah, chances are that I'll be catering [you, the reader] around until you can get a little red motor scooter of your own. That means you too, Annie.
After my driving class with [who else but pretty girls?], I went canoeing with a guide named Brian. Brain sounds uncomfortably close to Ryan, my previous rafting guide. Tif , who also went rafting, had an instructor named Ryan as well.
So who knows? Maybe I'll look into river-guiding for a summer job.
"Mind Bottling.
I finally got Ryanbear’s package today. I went outside and it was sitting happily on the stairs getting sunned on. I cracked that thing open faster than you can say “NASTIA LIUKEN TOOK HOME THE GOLD IN THE OLYMPIC ALL AROUNDS.” Inside, there was the most Ryanified things I have ever layed my Australiasian hands on. Things like tweaked Pokemon cards, a bar of used soap, a zebra painted rock, and his Ghetto Book :O. Which Ryan, I’m going to have to give back to you. Now this package is what I’d call some major Ryanspice."
- www.neonpants.tumblr.com
Delivering five minutes of awkwardness at a time. Through the mail.
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