Greetings, Evildoers.
I have a secret.
I was never big into roses.
I've never gotten much from them.
They seem too much like overused, pompous, self-centered flowers with delusions of grandeur that think they can capture a woman's heart with their mere presence! Buying a woman a rose (or eleven roses and one counterfeit rose) is so clichéd that it literally takes LESS THAN no effort or creativity. However, women seem to like overused, pompous, self-centered clichés, so, by all means, get your girlfriend a rose! Get her a dozen roses! A dozen lovely smelling roses!
Not that I've ever gotten much scent from roses.
I really haven't.
Granted I've haven't shoved my nostrils cheek-deep into the fumiest of rosebuds and whiffed like there was no tomorrow, but I have "stopped to smell the roses." It was fairly close to odorless. Perhaps there's something wrong with my nose, (in the smelling department not the size and/or shape department) or perhaps there was something wrong with that flower, (mutant roses?) but perhaps the analogy just sucks.
What does it really mean to "stop and smell the roses"? The literalist in me wants to describe keeling down on a muddy path and sniffing flowers of the genus Rosa. The metaphorist (not a real word) in me wants to say that it means we should take time out of our busy schedules to appreciate life, beauty, and... well... roses.
But I was never big into roses.
Besides, sometimes we need more than a snort of rose-scented, pompous, clichéd pollen. (Sometimes we're literally sick of pollen.) Sometimes we need to take a break from our completely whacked-out, crazy-ass routines and do something totally uncalled-for!!! …or at least something spontaneous and strange. Something akin to going to the local overpass and taking a gander at the work of our modern-day Michaelangelos.
So next time you're feeling stressed, depressed, overworked or borderline schizophrenic, I want you to do yourself a favor and stop…
Stop and read the graffiti.
~Magillichetti
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Canada, Candida, Fungi, "Schma!" Stamos and Driveways... etc.
Greetings, Evildoers.
I am full of many uninteresting things to relate to you.
I was listening to a Physician’s Assistant speak on fungi--not our mushroom friends, but EVIL fungi--and she said that some particular fungus was not aspergillus, but candida. Only I thought she said “Canada.” I was about to rant and rave about the glorious discovery that Canada is a fungus. :D (They’re all fun guys up there…) But I would have been wrong. If it were not for my award winning* (note the splat) knowledge of fungal infections, I very well may have made a fool of myself. As it were, I realized in time that she was not saying what I thought she was saying, but was in fact saying something quite different.
___
*This was an honorary award given to me by… me.
___
It’s too bad really…
Canada would've made a great fungus.
Anywho, as it were… My sister (you may know her… but it is also possible that you don’t) once said something about “schma logic” and now I’ve written a poem about it.
Now, you should know, there are two ways to read this poem. Way #1: Ignore the italicized parentheticals, and read what’s left. Way #2: Read everything, including the italicized parentheticals. I suggest you read it in that order too.
The Power of “Schma!”
or “Plagiarism, Schmlagiarism…”
Schma fixes everything.
It gently blows forth
illogical, impenetrable dreams—
Schma makes life better.
Worries? Schmurries. (McFlurries?)
Schma makes April safe.
Taxes? Schmaxes. (Waxes doth the moon...)
It’s Schma logic.
Schma is magical
when life gets tragical, (or otherwise hard to take)
It’s the unfeigned echoing
laughter of the fates,
It’s Schma.
Reality?
Schmeality. (Smile at it, eh?)
___
Brilliant, wasn’t it? If I wasn’t Catholic I think I’d start my own religion and call it “Schma-ism.” Not to be confused with “Shamanism” which, although I don’t know much about it, is (I am fairly certain) nothing at all like “Schma-ism.”
John Stamos was rumored to be Sheen’s replacement on Two and a Half Men. Stamos reported: "Contrary to the rumors, I am not replacing Charlie Sheen on Two and a Half Men. However, Martin Sheen has asked me to be his son."
LOVE it!!!
"Use Our Driveway Instead!"
Why use our driveway instead? I'll tell you why. Because that's what I would do.
Okay, so I was driving home from school today and I passed a sign that said "Use our driveway instead!" This confused the hell (or "heck"--for those of you who prefer not to discuss driveways and damnation in the same paragraph) out of me. So I am currently hell/ck -less. Then it was pointed out to me, by a wise person who I may or may not call "Mother of Mine," that it was a reference to washing cars in driveways. The sign was at a carwash.
This also got me to thinking: Automatic Carwashes really are just "driveways." They don't need much parking space because there's really not much parking going on. (It's odd what consumes our mind--the communal mind--until we get distracted by something like buying a delicious cappuccino from a gas station.)
I want a segway. (Smooth transition there, Rafe...) If you or anyone you know is foolish enough to give away a segway for free (provided they have a segway in the first place) tell me. I'd love to rip them off. As it is, I don't know anyone that foolish with their belongings. (Someone once said--and I don't know who it was--that "synonyms are words we use when we don't know how to spell the word we want" or something like that.**) (Note the double splat.) Did you know segways cost several thousand dollars?
It's CRIMINAL!
Not really...
But now I can't get one... mostly because my budget is somewhere between "free" and "one stick of gum... previously used."
___
**I can't find the quote online... I heard it from a writing teacher, but I think she said she was quoting someone else.
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And that's all I have for you today. Now it's off to write a bajillion things for school.
Until next time, go do some evil. ;)
Ciao!
~Magillichetti
I am full of many uninteresting things to relate to you.
I was listening to a Physician’s Assistant speak on fungi--not our mushroom friends, but EVIL fungi--and she said that some particular fungus was not aspergillus, but candida. Only I thought she said “Canada.” I was about to rant and rave about the glorious discovery that Canada is a fungus. :D (They’re all fun guys up there…) But I would have been wrong. If it were not for my award winning* (note the splat) knowledge of fungal infections, I very well may have made a fool of myself. As it were, I realized in time that she was not saying what I thought she was saying, but was in fact saying something quite different.
___
*This was an honorary award given to me by… me.
___
It’s too bad really…
Canada would've made a great fungus.
Anywho, as it were… My sister (you may know her… but it is also possible that you don’t) once said something about “schma logic” and now I’ve written a poem about it.
Now, you should know, there are two ways to read this poem. Way #1: Ignore the italicized parentheticals, and read what’s left. Way #2: Read everything, including the italicized parentheticals. I suggest you read it in that order too.
The Power of “Schma!”
or “Plagiarism, Schmlagiarism…”
Schma fixes everything.
It gently blows forth
illogical, impenetrable dreams—
Schma makes life better.
Worries? Schmurries. (McFlurries?)
Schma makes April safe.
Taxes? Schmaxes. (Waxes doth the moon...)
It’s Schma logic.
Schma is magical
when life gets tragical, (or otherwise hard to take)
It’s the unfeigned echoing
laughter of the fates,
It’s Schma.
Reality?
Schmeality. (Smile at it, eh?)
___
Brilliant, wasn’t it? If I wasn’t Catholic I think I’d start my own religion and call it “Schma-ism.” Not to be confused with “Shamanism” which, although I don’t know much about it, is (I am fairly certain) nothing at all like “Schma-ism.”
John Stamos was rumored to be Sheen’s replacement on Two and a Half Men. Stamos reported: "Contrary to the rumors, I am not replacing Charlie Sheen on Two and a Half Men. However, Martin Sheen has asked me to be his son."
LOVE it!!!
"Use Our Driveway Instead!"
Why use our driveway instead? I'll tell you why. Because that's what I would do.
Okay, so I was driving home from school today and I passed a sign that said "Use our driveway instead!" This confused the hell (or "heck"--for those of you who prefer not to discuss driveways and damnation in the same paragraph) out of me. So I am currently hell/ck -less. Then it was pointed out to me, by a wise person who I may or may not call "Mother of Mine," that it was a reference to washing cars in driveways. The sign was at a carwash.
This also got me to thinking: Automatic Carwashes really are just "driveways." They don't need much parking space because there's really not much parking going on. (It's odd what consumes our mind--the communal mind--until we get distracted by something like buying a delicious cappuccino from a gas station.)
I want a segway. (Smooth transition there, Rafe...) If you or anyone you know is foolish enough to give away a segway for free (provided they have a segway in the first place) tell me. I'd love to rip them off. As it is, I don't know anyone that foolish with their belongings. (Someone once said--and I don't know who it was--that "synonyms are words we use when we don't know how to spell the word we want" or something like that.**) (Note the double splat.) Did you know segways cost several thousand dollars?
It's CRIMINAL!
Not really...
But now I can't get one... mostly because my budget is somewhere between "free" and "one stick of gum... previously used."
___
**I can't find the quote online... I heard it from a writing teacher, but I think she said she was quoting someone else.
___
And that's all I have for you today. Now it's off to write a bajillion things for school.
Until next time, go do some evil. ;)
Ciao!
~Magillichetti
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
How you got your name & Your Homework,
Greetings, Evildoers
This is a cannibalization of a couple of facebook notes. I know, I'm being lazy by repeating myself.
Here's when I named you:
So, I've noticed that all the greats have named their fans.
Grateful Dead fans: Dead Heads
Doctor Who fans: Whovians
Star Trek fans: Trekkies
Battlestar Galactica fans: Geeks
Rhett and Link fans: Mythical Beasts
Wheezy Waiter fans: Beard Lovers
Lady Gaga fans: Freaks
Comic Book fans: Toxic Waste (this is something I make up)
Raphael Biltz fans: Evildoers
----
Here I am doing my homework, and I decided to give all of my loyal fans some homework of their own. Don't worry, it requires no writing (unless you want it to) and it opens doors to comedy and making yourself looks smarter than those around you.
Here's what you have to do. You have to use at least five of these words in a conversation in such a way that makes sense. (You can't just recite the words and say you're done. You have to work them into real sentences that make sense that are somehow related to the topic at hand.)
I'm giving you quick definitions. If you want more precise definitions and more certainty of the nuances and connotations the words carry, you'll have to look them up yourself.
NOTE: All of these words can be found in the merrium-webster online dictionary. I am NOT making them up.
Here are the words:
Snollygoster: An unprincipled, but shrewd person. Like me.
Kerfuffle: A disturbance. Possibly in the force.
Tittle: A point or small sign used as a diacritical mark in writing or printing. Like the dot of an "i"
Hobbledehoy: An awkward, gawky young man. Let's say this is someone we don't like.
Brummagem: Not genuine or cheaply showy. Again... like me.
Snoticle: Frozen nasal mucus in or near one's nose. I have never had this... thank goodness.
Nonomatopoeia: A name that does not reflect the characteristic noise made by the referent. Like calling a dog a dog instead of an arf.
So there are your words. See what you can do with them. :)
"I felt a great kerfuffle in the force. As if a million hobbledehoys cried out and then suddenly suffered snoticles."
"But snollygosters have been extinct for a millinium."
Anywho...
-_-
Okay, so I went through and cleaned up my "drafts" of notes (back when Facebook saved every note you didn't finish as a draft) and so I had like three pages of blank notes. Technically this note was last saved on Wednesday, June 11, 2008 at 3:26am. It was blank... but I decided to use it anyway.
-_-
Okay, so one of you Evildoers actually asked for more homework. That's fun. So I came up with this assignment.
You must write and EPIC POEM. If you are unsure what an epic poem is, then look no further than those books on your shelf that no one ever reads... no, not the Bible... the other ones. I'm talking about The Iliad, The Odyssey, and possibly The Aneid.
What?
You don't have those books??? What kind of uncultured monstrosity are you???
Or maybe you do have those books, maybe you've even read them... in which case I pity you. They are horrible. I don't care what Max says.
*sigh*
Ye Evildoers of little taste... what shall I do with thee?
Okay, so basically an epic poem is "An epic (from the Ancient Greek adjective ἐπικός (epikos), from ἔπος (epos) "word, story, poem") is a lengthy narrative poem, ordinarily concerning a serious subject containing details of heroic deeds and events significant to a culture or nation." ( I steal this quote from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epic_poetry )
So when it says "lengthly" it means "really d*** long." All three poems listed above are several hundred pages long.
For your assignment "lengthly" can mean "somewhat d*** long." I'll accept about 15 lines of epic poetry. (More is allowed, but less is frowned upon in the same form as cannibalism and baby seal clubbing.)
To make this MORE interesting, all of your poems must be about one of the following topics:
1) Penguins versus Ferrets (a personal favorite of mine, as far as topics for poetry are concerned)
2) The secret life of Janitors (I'll admit, I don't know where this one came from)
3) A thousand zombies and the boy who cried wolf (this really does have epic potential)
4) Me and my heroic deeds (not to sway your creativity, but bonus points if you tell of how I invented unicorns)
Your work will be graded on the following scale:
Spelling, grammer, punctuation 1%
Epic language 55%
Cruelty to animals 7.5% (I'm not an advocate of cruelty to animals, it's just a grading scale. Sheesh... you don't need to call PETA... yet.)
Side splitting laughter 55%
Unrequitted love and/or gluttony 4.2%
This makes for a total of 122.7%
Don't let this confuse you... there is NO extra credit. . . I just suck at math.
So, Evildoers, until next time... how many of you will actually give me my poems?
-_-
Adios, amigos (and amigas) or is it amigals? I dunno... I don't speak Mexican.
(That is a joke, btw, Don't think I'm totally stupid. At least not because of this joke. You can think I'm stupid for other reasons if you want.)
This is a cannibalization of a couple of facebook notes. I know, I'm being lazy by repeating myself.
Here's when I named you:
So, I've noticed that all the greats have named their fans.
Grateful Dead fans: Dead Heads
Doctor Who fans: Whovians
Star Trek fans: Trekkies
Battlestar Galactica fans: Geeks
Rhett and Link fans: Mythical Beasts
Wheezy Waiter fans: Beard Lovers
Lady Gaga fans: Freaks
Comic Book fans: Toxic Waste (this is something I make up)
Raphael Biltz fans: Evildoers
----
Here I am doing my homework, and I decided to give all of my loyal fans some homework of their own. Don't worry, it requires no writing (unless you want it to) and it opens doors to comedy and making yourself looks smarter than those around you.
Here's what you have to do. You have to use at least five of these words in a conversation in such a way that makes sense. (You can't just recite the words and say you're done. You have to work them into real sentences that make sense that are somehow related to the topic at hand.)
I'm giving you quick definitions. If you want more precise definitions and more certainty of the nuances and connotations the words carry, you'll have to look them up yourself.
NOTE: All of these words can be found in the merrium-webster online dictionary. I am NOT making them up.
Here are the words:
Snollygoster: An unprincipled, but shrewd person. Like me.
Kerfuffle: A disturbance. Possibly in the force.
Tittle: A point or small sign used as a diacritical mark in writing or printing. Like the dot of an "i"
Hobbledehoy: An awkward, gawky young man. Let's say this is someone we don't like.
Brummagem: Not genuine or cheaply showy. Again... like me.
Snoticle: Frozen nasal mucus in or near one's nose. I have never had this... thank goodness.
Nonomatopoeia: A name that does not reflect the characteristic noise made by the referent. Like calling a dog a dog instead of an arf.
So there are your words. See what you can do with them. :)
"I felt a great kerfuffle in the force. As if a million hobbledehoys cried out and then suddenly suffered snoticles."
"But snollygosters have been extinct for a millinium."
Anywho...
-_-
Okay, so I went through and cleaned up my "drafts" of notes (back when Facebook saved every note you didn't finish as a draft) and so I had like three pages of blank notes. Technically this note was last saved on Wednesday, June 11, 2008 at 3:26am. It was blank... but I decided to use it anyway.
-_-
Okay, so one of you Evildoers actually asked for more homework. That's fun. So I came up with this assignment.
You must write and EPIC POEM. If you are unsure what an epic poem is, then look no further than those books on your shelf that no one ever reads... no, not the Bible... the other ones. I'm talking about The Iliad, The Odyssey, and possibly The Aneid.
What?
You don't have those books??? What kind of uncultured monstrosity are you???
Or maybe you do have those books, maybe you've even read them... in which case I pity you. They are horrible. I don't care what Max says.
*sigh*
Ye Evildoers of little taste... what shall I do with thee?
Okay, so basically an epic poem is "An epic (from the Ancient Greek adjective ἐπικός (epikos), from ἔπος (epos) "word, story, poem") is a lengthy narrative poem, ordinarily concerning a serious subject containing details of heroic deeds and events significant to a culture or nation." ( I steal this quote from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epic_poetry )
So when it says "lengthly" it means "really d*** long." All three poems listed above are several hundred pages long.
For your assignment "lengthly" can mean "somewhat d*** long." I'll accept about 15 lines of epic poetry. (More is allowed, but less is frowned upon in the same form as cannibalism and baby seal clubbing.)
To make this MORE interesting, all of your poems must be about one of the following topics:
1) Penguins versus Ferrets (a personal favorite of mine, as far as topics for poetry are concerned)
2) The secret life of Janitors (I'll admit, I don't know where this one came from)
3) A thousand zombies and the boy who cried wolf (this really does have epic potential)
4) Me and my heroic deeds (not to sway your creativity, but bonus points if you tell of how I invented unicorns)
Your work will be graded on the following scale:
Spelling, grammer, punctuation 1%
Epic language 55%
Cruelty to animals 7.5% (I'm not an advocate of cruelty to animals, it's just a grading scale. Sheesh... you don't need to call PETA... yet.)
Side splitting laughter 55%
Unrequitted love and/or gluttony 4.2%
This makes for a total of 122.7%
Don't let this confuse you... there is NO extra credit. . . I just suck at math.
So, Evildoers, until next time... how many of you will actually give me my poems?
-_-
Adios, amigos (and amigas) or is it amigals? I dunno... I don't speak Mexican.
(That is a joke, btw, Don't think I'm totally stupid. At least not because of this joke. You can think I'm stupid for other reasons if you want.)
Monday, February 28, 2011
The Unicorn, the Bathroom Plaque, and Earth Haters -- my mouse may make a cameo -- Updated version
Greetings, Evildoers.
Another cannibalized post.
A friend (who shall remain nameless--because I don't know that she wouldn't be embarrassed by this) gave me a notebook the other day. But it wasn't just any ordinary, boring, school notebook. No. It had a piece of pink construction paper taped on the front. And a pretty picture of a Unicorn dancing with birds before a rainbow taped to that. And it was to be my diary.
Go figure. She's a weirdo.
First, I have to ask if it is usual to find girl who is comfortable giving their heterosexual, male friend who they are not in a relationship with a pink, unicorn diary? I dunno. If that's the norm, someone forgot to mention it to me. :\ Oh well.
Second, I have to note that they wrote my first entry for me. For the first time I can look at someone and not have to scream (in an ever-so-girly scream) "You read my diary!" because, instead, I will be screaming (like a man) "You WROTE my diary!" Okay... I take that back. No sentence can be said "like a man" if it contains the phrase "my diary."
(For the record... I am not making fun of the gift because I don't like it. I actually do. -- Yes... I am a Geek. I'm allowed to like pink unicorn diaries and still be straight. :P So there! Of course they do have to be made out of school notebooks and be given as a joke more than anything else... otherwise it's totally awkward. :\ But, still!)
The mouse I'm using really sucks. I'm gonna steal the other computer's mouse when I'm done with this. I'll steal it away during the night, while the ugly ones sleep... bwuahahhahaa...
UPDATE: Since the original posting of this... post, we have bought a new mouse. All is well in the world. END UPDATE.
So I was at the Writer's Corner in Ark City listening to people read when I decided to go to the bathroom. The mouse on this computer sucks. Anyway, in the men's room there was a fancy, new urinal with a plaque above it. Since when do toilets get plaques, right? So I had to read it. It said something along the lines of "When you use this [forgotten toilet brand name] eco-friendly hands-free urinal you are blah blah blah saving 40,000 gallons of water per urinal, per year."
Doesn't it just make you all fuzzy inside that the guys at [forgotten toilet brand name] fix up their eco-friendly hands-free urinals so that when you pee, you're not just peeing... you're saving the World!
I decided to go check out the stall. In the stall was an old-fashion actually-have-to-flush-with-a-lever toilet. Obviously not made by the guys at [forgotten toilet brand name]. There was no plaque in the stall, but there might as well have been. It practically said:
"Earth Haters, Shit Here."
_____________________
"The greatest thing about America is that we are not judged by what we are, but by who we can schmooze." ~Aubry Anne Carechild
Another cannibalized post.
A friend (who shall remain nameless--because I don't know that she wouldn't be embarrassed by this) gave me a notebook the other day. But it wasn't just any ordinary, boring, school notebook. No. It had a piece of pink construction paper taped on the front. And a pretty picture of a Unicorn dancing with birds before a rainbow taped to that. And it was to be my diary.
Go figure. She's a weirdo.
First, I have to ask if it is usual to find girl who is comfortable giving their heterosexual, male friend who they are not in a relationship with a pink, unicorn diary? I dunno. If that's the norm, someone forgot to mention it to me. :\ Oh well.
Second, I have to note that they wrote my first entry for me. For the first time I can look at someone and not have to scream (in an ever-so-girly scream) "You read my diary!" because, instead, I will be screaming (like a man) "You WROTE my diary!" Okay... I take that back. No sentence can be said "like a man" if it contains the phrase "my diary."
(For the record... I am not making fun of the gift because I don't like it. I actually do. -- Yes... I am a Geek. I'm allowed to like pink unicorn diaries and still be straight. :P So there! Of course they do have to be made out of school notebooks and be given as a joke more than anything else... otherwise it's totally awkward. :\ But, still!)
The mouse I'm using really sucks. I'm gonna steal the other computer's mouse when I'm done with this. I'll steal it away during the night, while the ugly ones sleep... bwuahahhahaa...
UPDATE: Since the original posting of this... post, we have bought a new mouse. All is well in the world. END UPDATE.
So I was at the Writer's Corner in Ark City listening to people read when I decided to go to the bathroom. The mouse on this computer sucks. Anyway, in the men's room there was a fancy, new urinal with a plaque above it. Since when do toilets get plaques, right? So I had to read it. It said something along the lines of "When you use this [forgotten toilet brand name] eco-friendly hands-free urinal you are blah blah blah saving 40,000 gallons of water per urinal, per year."
Doesn't it just make you all fuzzy inside that the guys at [forgotten toilet brand name] fix up their eco-friendly hands-free urinals so that when you pee, you're not just peeing... you're saving the World!
I decided to go check out the stall. In the stall was an old-fashion actually-have-to-flush-with-a-lever toilet. Obviously not made by the guys at [forgotten toilet brand name]. There was no plaque in the stall, but there might as well have been. It practically said:
"Earth Haters, Shit Here."
_____________________
"The greatest thing about America is that we are not judged by what we are, but by who we can schmooze." ~Aubry Anne Carechild
Sunday, February 27, 2011
LEGOs, the 20's, Venti, and Zombies
Greetings, Evildoers.
You may recognize most of this post... I'm cannibalizing my facebook notes here for the benefit of anyone who may read this and not have a facebook. (I know, you're thinking that there's only twelve people left on Earth who don't have a facebook, and they're mostly too sophisticated to read my garbage. You're probably right, but a man can dream, right? Besides--it's not like I was going to put anything else here.)
So the girls were getting ready to go to the store today, and then Maria looked at me and said "You wanna come?" So I looked back at her and said "Do you want me to come?" And she said "Yes."
This is how I came to be "shopping" with my sisters and mother.
Anyway... Where was I? Oh, yeah... questioning my manhood.
It was implied (actually stated rather bluntly) that I must not be a real man since I don't mind "browsing" at the store. Hell, it's Wal-Mart! I went to the toy section and bought me some LEGOs! That makes me manly, doesn't it???
Don't answer that.
Right. LEGOs are awesome though. I'm a collector, but poor. So my collection grows slowly... and cheaply. :) But, still, it's there. I have been planning for a while to make one of those LEGO comic strips that you see online occasionally. (If you don't know what I'm talking about google "Legostar Galactica" -- but be warned, his jokes can be adult themed... and don't look at the fan art. Okay, I'm making it sound like I read a nasty comic, aren't I? No, the comics are made out of LEGOs, so they can't get too nasty. Duh. But he can make crude jokes, and... don't look at the fan art.) Anyway--back to my CLEAN LEGO comic strip...
I haven't made it yet. But I have lots of LEGOs and LEGO men. And I'm simply hilarious!!!! :D (Okay, so I'm not. Who cares? I can pretend I am. :P Jerk.)
Speaking of the twenties...
In the world of fashion we've seen the 80's come and go... and come back again. We've seen the mistakes of the sixties be killed off and then peek out their heads, and we've even seen the 70's fight to return. But... the 20's?
I kid you not. They're selling suffragette hats at Target. :O I mean like... have you watched movies from a billion years ago when they first started putting sound on them? Yeah. Those hats. They're back. If it wasn't cool, I'd be appalled. :)
VENTI! Just bring this up to say I got a venti vanilla latte with whipped cream. It was awesome. :) Mmmm...
And, finally... the part we've all been waiting for! ZOMBIES!!!!
I said, quite loudly, that the light fog with the street lights and lots of open space and... ahh... I said it was perfect zombie weather. And my family looked at me like I was a chicken in a man suit.
Seriously, they threatened to stop going anywhere with me again. :( Just cuz I'm a walking-dead meteorologist doesn't mean I'm ALWAYS socially awkward. I'm always socially awkward because I'm a geek.
Totally unrelated. :P
Ciao!
~Magillichetti
You may recognize most of this post... I'm cannibalizing my facebook notes here for the benefit of anyone who may read this and not have a facebook. (I know, you're thinking that there's only twelve people left on Earth who don't have a facebook, and they're mostly too sophisticated to read my garbage. You're probably right, but a man can dream, right? Besides--it's not like I was going to put anything else here.)
So the girls were getting ready to go to the store today, and then Maria looked at me and said "You wanna come?" So I looked back at her and said "Do you want me to come?" And she said "Yes."
This is how I came to be "shopping" with my sisters and mother.
Anyway... Where was I? Oh, yeah... questioning my manhood.
It was implied (actually stated rather bluntly) that I must not be a real man since I don't mind "browsing" at the store. Hell, it's Wal-Mart! I went to the toy section and bought me some LEGOs! That makes me manly, doesn't it???
Don't answer that.
Right. LEGOs are awesome though. I'm a collector, but poor. So my collection grows slowly... and cheaply. :) But, still, it's there. I have been planning for a while to make one of those LEGO comic strips that you see online occasionally. (If you don't know what I'm talking about google "Legostar Galactica" -- but be warned, his jokes can be adult themed... and don't look at the fan art. Okay, I'm making it sound like I read a nasty comic, aren't I? No, the comics are made out of LEGOs, so they can't get too nasty. Duh. But he can make crude jokes, and... don't look at the fan art.) Anyway--back to my CLEAN LEGO comic strip...
I haven't made it yet. But I have lots of LEGOs and LEGO men. And I'm simply hilarious!!!! :D (Okay, so I'm not. Who cares? I can pretend I am. :P Jerk.)
Speaking of the twenties...
In the world of fashion we've seen the 80's come and go... and come back again. We've seen the mistakes of the sixties be killed off and then peek out their heads, and we've even seen the 70's fight to return. But... the 20's?
I kid you not. They're selling suffragette hats at Target. :O I mean like... have you watched movies from a billion years ago when they first started putting sound on them? Yeah. Those hats. They're back. If it wasn't cool, I'd be appalled. :)
VENTI! Just bring this up to say I got a venti vanilla latte with whipped cream. It was awesome. :) Mmmm...
And, finally... the part we've all been waiting for! ZOMBIES!!!!
I said, quite loudly, that the light fog with the street lights and lots of open space and... ahh... I said it was perfect zombie weather. And my family looked at me like I was a chicken in a man suit.
Seriously, they threatened to stop going anywhere with me again. :( Just cuz I'm a walking-dead meteorologist doesn't mean I'm ALWAYS socially awkward. I'm always socially awkward because I'm a geek.
Totally unrelated. :P
Ciao!
~Magillichetti
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Randomness and an Ox
Um...
Yeah. I don't know what this post is going to be about, really. I just made up the title off the top of my head.
First: Contrary to unpopular belief, leaving facebook DOES have negative effects. I'm bored. :\
I've been hoping that some productive, good, and generally not stupid hobbies would fill the void left by FB, but so far... nada.
Oh! Here's an interesting update: That place with the MS walk and MS run that I blogged about earlier? Yeah, they finally got rid of that stuff. :) Either they read my blog or they actually clean up every new year.
It's probably more likely they read my blog.
So, I didn't sleep last night... at all. I'm figuring I'll probably crash here soon (cuz it's after ten and I haven't slept) but we'll see how long I hang on.
Okay, so, how long have I lived at my current address? I dunno. Several years. But, just yesterday I realized that the writing in the sink around the garbage disposal says "insinkerator." Why have I never noticed that before? Am I deaf?
In closing, I'm now a fan of the show "Million Dollar Money Drop." It's fun.
~Magillichetti
"I'm not psychotic! I'm a highly functioning sociopath. Do your research!" Who said it? For 1000 cool points!
Yeah. I don't know what this post is going to be about, really. I just made up the title off the top of my head.
First: Contrary to unpopular belief, leaving facebook DOES have negative effects. I'm bored. :\
I've been hoping that some productive, good, and generally not stupid hobbies would fill the void left by FB, but so far... nada.
Oh! Here's an interesting update: That place with the MS walk and MS run that I blogged about earlier? Yeah, they finally got rid of that stuff. :) Either they read my blog or they actually clean up every new year.
It's probably more likely they read my blog.
So, I didn't sleep last night... at all. I'm figuring I'll probably crash here soon (cuz it's after ten and I haven't slept) but we'll see how long I hang on.
Okay, so, how long have I lived at my current address? I dunno. Several years. But, just yesterday I realized that the writing in the sink around the garbage disposal says "insinkerator." Why have I never noticed that before? Am I deaf?
In closing, I'm now a fan of the show "Million Dollar Money Drop." It's fun.
~Magillichetti
"I'm not psychotic! I'm a highly functioning sociopath. Do your research!" Who said it? For 1000 cool points!
Saturday, January 8, 2011
2011, Week One, School, and Initials
Well, looky here... I've gone the entire first week of the year without posting. So sad... ish.
Anyway... The first seven (and a half) days of the new year were entirely unimpressive. I'd give it a solid "meh."
I was hoping to be blown away by the future. I wanted flying cars, cats that talked, and some jelly-like substance that glowed and called me "daddy!" Preferably it would be green.
And I mean in color.
Not environmentally friendly.
Not that I'm against environmentally friendly... that's just not what I meant by "green" in that sentence.
Very little to report. Got to go buy books soon, and make sure I know the exact dates each of my classes starts. Wouldn't want to miss the first day of class. :P That'd be annoying.
I'm taking my first online class this semester. I'm old fashioned, and prefer the classroom setting. So I've been avoiding online classes, but it became inevitable.
Okay... here's a game.
I'm gonna list some initials of famous people (be they real, or fictional) and we see how many you can match to the person it belongs to!
Granted most sets of initials can go to more than one person... so it's easy for you. Just make sure it's someone well known, so it's not like "that's my great aunt's dog's previous owner's initials!"
JQA
SLC
PBDBN
JTK
BHO
^okay^ guess away!
~Magillichetti
Anyway... The first seven (and a half) days of the new year were entirely unimpressive. I'd give it a solid "meh."
I was hoping to be blown away by the future. I wanted flying cars, cats that talked, and some jelly-like substance that glowed and called me "daddy!" Preferably it would be green.
And I mean in color.
Not environmentally friendly.
Not that I'm against environmentally friendly... that's just not what I meant by "green" in that sentence.
Very little to report. Got to go buy books soon, and make sure I know the exact dates each of my classes starts. Wouldn't want to miss the first day of class. :P That'd be annoying.
I'm taking my first online class this semester. I'm old fashioned, and prefer the classroom setting. So I've been avoiding online classes, but it became inevitable.
Okay... here's a game.
I'm gonna list some initials of famous people (be they real, or fictional) and we see how many you can match to the person it belongs to!
Granted most sets of initials can go to more than one person... so it's easy for you. Just make sure it's someone well known, so it's not like "that's my great aunt's dog's previous owner's initials!"
JQA
SLC
PBDBN
JTK
BHO
^okay^ guess away!
~Magillichetti
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