Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Operation Hooter Heist is a success. Was there ever any doubt that action would be taken? Five years of this legendary struggle have taught me that there is an excess of godless owl stealing heathens... And now that I am once again in posession of this priceless artifact, there is only one thing to be done to stop the escalation of the madness, and to cement this legend in the hearts of men. It will not be easy, but it will be done. It's soul, and my own, will finally rest.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

The owl will be mine. The time is nigh, and my retribution will be swift as..... the barn owl. I will not bore you with details.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Tuesday Weekly Review

8/14- I can't remember
8/15- I can't remember
8/16- I can't remember

8/17- I went to institute and talked to people I don't know. I ate some burgers.

8/18- I went camping at Long Lake in the Uintahs with G and Branden. I ate spaghetti-ohs. I drank from a boda bag that tasted strongly of suede. I tried to sleep in a slumber party-style bag. I failed miserably.

8/19- Garit and I took a dip in a glacial lake, and resisted a picture of a "size check" by drawing on my accountability to my future children. Although I must admit there were undocumented size checks aplenty. I hiked two miles back to the car carrying a ridiculously large axe. I learned some dance moves from the popular Disney movie "High School Musical" courtesy of the Wayt family. I learned some songs from the aforementioned musical. I sang said songs in Mercur Cemetary accompanied by my sister Lacey, and my good friends David and Cassie. We had perfect harmony, and appeased the spirit of Jadon Morris, the best miner. We put on a Sing/Dance variety show for the security cameras at the Mercur mine. I observed cool bats doing their thang.

8/20- I went to church and taught a Sunday school lesson. I ate potatoes. I went to Jen Dandy's birthday extraveganza. I soiled the good name of catch phrase. I convulsed in pain on the Van Bloem's floor whilst Tamara applied a witch doctor's remedy for eye infections to my 100% infection-free eyes. I marveled at the sensitivity of the human eye, while forcing my lids open as the searing solution was administered unto me.

8/21- I went freestyle walking at a park with Branden and Al. I craved high speed internet.

This has been Tuesday Weekly Review

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

The time of the bomb is in the past, it's behind us. Today is the era of thoughts, dialogue and cultural exchanges." -Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad

Somebody pinch me. Is the head of the Iranian government preaching the importance of dialogue and cultural exchange? Is he referring to the spreading of fundamental nut job Islam into the western world? If it wasn't so enraging, I would be laughing. The only thoughts, dialogue, and or cultural exchange that the Iranian government has sanctioned has been the selling of nuclear secrets, and the murder of innocent civilians. Not innocent, you say Mr Ahmadinejad? Is that because they think, speak, and are culturally different than you? What dilusion inspires the head of the most restrictive and intolerant government in the world to lecture the United States on thoughts, dialogue, and or cultural exchange? I wonder what thoughts and dialogue are shared when Iranian women are beaten into submission.

I hate CBS. I loathe anyone that provides a global medium for a maniac to spew his venom on the masses. When any crazed lunatic comes to the news pigpen with a bucket a filth, the liberal media swine lap it up. Especially if it besmirches the Bush administration. I bet Mike Wallace wet himself at the prospect of interviewing a man who publicly states he wants to finish what Hitler started. I wonder that the media doesn't understand how much they hurt this country. Our enemies listen to their rhetoric, and jump right on the bandwagon. Ahmadinejad calls Bush a warmonger and an imperialist. So does the far left. *Queue the blaring red flag*

The time of the bomb has not passed, Mahmoud. In fact it hasn't even begun. You will very likely usher it in, and I pray that we usher it out in the most effective way possible.

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Monday, August 07, 2006

Waiting for the WoW.

Imagery that is prominent on Floyd's The Wall album, is that of worms eating the central character's brain. That is WoW to me. I have walled myself into Garit's room and I am waiting for the WoW to eat my brain. I'm even starting to have facist, genocidal thoughts. "Are there any noobs on the server tonight? Get them up against the wall. This one in the AH he doesn't look right to me, get him up against the wall. This one looks Dwarven, and this one's a twink, who let this farmer on to teamspeak? There's one ganking a priest and another with DOTS, if I had my way, I'd have all of you SHOT!