Bear Powers contd.

OK. So we have established that I am a bear and I do indeed have bear powers. Bear powers however do not include a limiter to playing WOW. What is WOW you say? WOW is the very newest highly addicting personal computer software entertainment MMORPG. Ok that sounds technical maybe possibly, but it's not. It's just a role playing game online with thousands of other people. Thats it and thats all. It's just so addicting though. You have a character that practically just popped out of it's mother's womb and it can perform basic functions but not that well really. You get to play as the character and fight and do quests and prod the animals with your knife. Before you know it, you're level 2 and 3 and then you're 20 and 30 and fighting the big boys. You get to see your character grow and kick increasingly tougher ass. You feel a certain degree of fatherhood and fell proud of your creation. You feel like you've done something with your life and you just feel good about it. Actually, thats all lies. You discover that in the past 4 days, 24 hours were spent at the computer and you realize that you're a total loser. But then its not so bad because you also realize that there are bigger losers than you out there. But you're still a loser. You say to yourself, "it only took me 4 hours to get half a level so if I don't go to sleep and try really really hard I just may be able to get to the next level in say 3 and a half hours!". Then you get that far and you have to do like 1 or 2 more things for another quest, so that takes another 2 hours and then you want to upgrade some of your skills and then you have to logout in an inn or a city and you have to walk 30 minutes to get there and another quest sidetracks you on the way. World of Warcraft is and addiction man, an ADDICTION! You can't stop it no matter how hard you try. It's a monster, a living thing that is out to get you and capture you and it never rests. So please!! Please don't get snared into it... if you value your.... *whispers* bear powers.

the fries-ing hard truth

I love these blogs you know. Some people have something to say and some people have something interesting to say. I am one of those people you see. I like to go back and read what I have written. I find myself, what one may call 'humorous', at times. But the fact of the matter is, my frikkin blog aint going to change much, if any without me writing a new one once in a while cause certainly no one reads them. I mean, if I read a blog that told me to reply within the appropriate area such as in the comments I would do it... you know? I wouldn't take some great free ideas, ponder over them an have revelation and leaving the author out of the loop! Point is if you read the blog leave a comment or I will be forced to have to use my bear powers upon you and bring much misery. Oh well... whatEVER! I guess I can't really force anyone to do anything. So, changing topics here, I had chicken pot pie again, it was very good. I'm pretty sure that it was one of those later on afternoon breakfasts again. You know, where I didn't... ah fuck it, I thought that I was going to come back to this and add something meaningful but I can't so just screw it all. It is what it is and it is so... SEACREST OUT!

What's your philosophy?

Can you dissagree with the question "does everything boil down to true and false"?

I want your input so please comment on this one. I want to see what you think.

I also find this a quite comical picture that came from the same site as the squirrels. What an intimidating, blood curdling, frightening picture of a muffin! Im scared.
"and 3 for imagination"

AH YES!

So, that song that I heard yesterday that I thought was quite awesome and that I thought was about revenge, is not about revenge at all. The song is by a group with other hits such as... the Istanbul/ Constantinople one, 'Dr. Worm', and 'The statue got me high'. Oh yes what a phenomenal group can't you tell by these song titles/ concepts. I would have never guessed that They Might Be Giants did the song that I was searching for. They Might Be Giants do songs that are more comical and playful. This song though is not, not playful though, but neither is it playful. It is in between. The song like I said is not about revenge, it is about prevenge, which is also the title of the song. Very very good song and I reccomend it. I liked it so much, I then wanted to learn how to play it on guitar so I look and find that all one tabs suck and have a bunch of shit that I didn't understand. So I do the next best thing and get my dad to figure out the chords. It's not perfect, but it's better than the stupid tabs at ultimate-guitar. So, currently I am learning how to play that song and rock along with my awesome set of strings. Man I should set up and be my own one man show and ROCK THE HOUSE... somewhere... possibly... maybe....

I find this picture a never ending source of comic relief
"and 3 for imagination"

the 'porn groove' music

I'm trying to find this awesome song that I've heard on 88.1 a bit lately. It's a song that's something about getting revenge. I search for that and then try to search by genre 'indie' and maybe there will be some way that I may possibly find the song that way even though there are thousands of indie songs. There turns out to be no 'indie' tabs but I do notice a 'porn groove' tab way way waaaay down the list. I search the 'porn groove' genre and find plenty of files with 'fuck', 'sex', or 'Marvin Gay' somewhere in there. Oh but to my surprise, not only does Elmo pimp hoes, Cookie Monster puts out some hot beats too. Beats that you just wanna have sex to such as "C is for Cookie". I could be mistaken, but that song may not be classified under the right genre. In fact, I actually know that it's not under the right genre. I wish I knew who put the genre as such, so unwitting 'porno groove' music searchers would find it and laugh their asses off. That guy, whoever he is, is now figuratively/ metaphorically, my daddy. It is safe to say that my original search for the 'getting revenge' song was never completed and hopefully someone will reply to my post on the 88.1 forum ASAP cause that song is the shit!

f*ck the formatting

that last post took a long while to do and format. Damn POS won't show up right though. This makes Dan angry.

Pros and Cons of 5:30am basketball

Lets start with the cons since there's more of them

CONS
1. It's basketball at 5:30 AM! Need I say more?
2. It's dark
3. It's insanely cold(at least this morning cause it was 11.1 degrees)
4. The winds like the railgun like in Eraser with 'THE GOVENATOR", nullifies you clothing and goes straight to your bones
5. No matter how warm you made yourself before you went outside, you became instantly cold again upon leaving your dwelling
6. Can't shoot well (cause your fingertips are cold)
7. Get outrun by old men
8. Get your ankles broken by old men
9. Get overpowered... You basically get your ass handed to you, by old men
10. Coming off 3 hrs sleep is not a good thing
11. The alarm radio is set to 88.1 and only the shitty music plays at 5:30 am.
12. Don't have time for breakfast
13. After you get all warm and sweaty you have to go back outside to the icebox known as Raleigh
14. Later on the sun pierces your soul and you feel like a vampire
15. When you go home you need a shower but that become secondary to sleep
16. SEE PROS #4... Only to have it come crushing down with less than you had before


PROS
1. You need the exercise
2. Go ahead and play at 5:30 and it doesn't interfere with the rest of the day
3. You get to dunk on old men... given that you can dunk a basketball
4. Get to see the much older competition and have your tiny ego inflated
5. Its fun
6. Compete against friends
7. Old men have man boobs and you can feel them while playing defense
8. No matter how badly you perform, the old men with man boobs will pick up your slack and they'll still win
9 You get to see the giant version of Rob Cordry
10. You do good, and get recognized and one day you will become Hokage!!!... Wait... That's Naruto
11. Damn


so there you have it, 5:30 am basketball pros and cons. It was fun and there was awesome competition. I don't want to offend anybody but I don't rekon the folk I would offend would be reading my blog. It's just that, all these old white guys know how to play basketball. They have the formula of a right mixture of knowing when to pass and knowing when to take it themselves. It was a truly a fun experience and I think I'll be up for it on Friday again, Christmas Eve!

Result: more cons than pros but the pros outweigh the cons

Well that was kinda wierd

Brittany wakes me up this morning and her boyfriend Steven is here. They are making cookies. I sit down at the table drinking a cup of orange juice and Brittany makes Steven sit down. She insists that we have a conversation and it consists of the awesome words of 'so' and 'yes'. Well that was kinda wierd. I fix myself a chicken pot pie, the one thing I know you've been waiting to hear about since that is the purpose of the post: to hear about when I eat chicken pot pie. So around 2:00, in about an hour I get to go fix up hundreds of bags for the neighborhood luminaries. I'm about to jump out my jeans im so excited about these luminaries. Damn damn, I was near to talking about something but realized I can't cause of target audiences that may be reading. Crap shit! I have to censor myself to an extent and that sucks. But about what I was thinking about, I just may venture down that avenue sometime in the near future. The time has pretty much come to start applying for summer jobs. I don't know if I want to go back to the beach or stay at home. The beach affords many opportunities to work with a familiar group of hokies, old friends,surfing, fishing, shrimping(with larry and his grandpa), nights up on top of the bunker staring at the ships at sea. But a good 'ol friend of mine will not be there, and he was one of the greater sources of entertainment. Now if I work here around Raleigh I will not be around the beach and I may just lose my mind, it is a possibility. One thing I know for sure is that I can find a job that pays a lot better for less work. The thing I have to weigh now is, will I be happier with a different job or would I rather be at the beach? One thing for sure, if I go to the beach, I can get one helluva farmers tan and thats alright with me!

'Whatever' I say!

I did some Christmas shopping today. I went to a conveniently located super store for my shopping needs. So what's that now? Three down and a handful to go I think it is. That would be four, to be in the proximity of being in the ballpark of exactness. So what do I do now? How would one go about finding out what to get these folk. One of them is my sister*ahem*(maybe she will read this between now and Saturday). Who else... lets see, 2 cousins, aunt, a friend... no friend in particular.... Whatever. I'im tired. Going to bed now. I'm sure I'll figure it out(leave wishlist in comments area).

THE END.

ah ok.
I don't remember exactly what I was thinking in proximity to the fact that I was cold, but I was also thinking about a haiku. So at school I can turn up the heat to any ungodly amount and not worry about the heating cause its already taken care of with the housing bill, so it stays pretty regular and suitable for shorts and a t-shirt. Here at home though I have the room furtherst from the Central heating unit so I have the coldest room in the winter. But about that Haiku, I mad one up of this very situation...

THE DORM IS WARM

At home I get cold

Dorm stays warm I sleep naked

January soon

Ok, maybe thats not the best Haiku ever but it says what it is. It don't lie. Except for the sleeping naked part. It was just in there to give a basis of theoretically how one could sleep in our dorm room given the temperature control situation. Well anyways, leave a comment on how much you love the Haiku.

she made me do it

Ok, so I get home from school last night and unpack all my crap and get online. Next thing I know, I'm asking my sister if she's going to bring home her printer/scanner combo just in case I may need it cause I didn't bring mine back. Then the nerve, oh the nerve! She demands that I visit her blog often. I mean, who does she think she is asking me to do that? My name AINT Steven. So I visit the blog and read a bunch of information that I could care less to know of such being her hickeys. At least I can laugh at them and point them out to our parents when she gets home cause I'm 5 years old!!1!!!1! Ok so i went to sleep at 3:00 this morning, slept til approx. 4:30 and now here I am. The main reason I have this blog is to tell you that I had a Swanson's Chicken Pot Pie, for breakfast, at 5:00 pm... SUCKAAAAASSSS!!!