January 28, Entry 27

Meh. There is a short but interesting history behind the word "meh". Apparently meh was first popularized by the Simpsons when Lisa suggested they do something boring in their free time and Bart said "meh". Herm. Well, actually I suppose that's all I know. Meh. Nobody likes Seinfeld! Why doesn't anybody like Seinfeld. I like Seinfeld. It's funny. Karma Kramer? Ha ha ha haha! See? Hilarious! How can anybody not like this piece of comedic heaven? They are fools and they are wrong. Alright, enough ranting. What else do I have to say... Let's talk about... um... Pillsbury Toaster Strudels! That is quite literally the first thing that popped into my head. Jiminy Christmas! The first Christmas. Grah! No Jesus! Atheism for the win! The end of the world as we know it. Douglas Adams! This is kinda fun. PIE! You are a monkey-bob. Gregarious. Who's gregarious? Barack Obama is VERY gregarious. Who's outspoken? Rush Limbaugh. I greatly dislike Rush Limbaugh. I should probably stop bringing politics into these posts... and test and worksheet answers. Bias all around! Not that MSNBC and NPR aren't biased, but Fox News is just... holy cow. Barack Obama's not an American citizen, ooOOOooooOOOOooOOOO! It's his fault America's in the state it's in! No blame rests on the fool administration of Bush, no sir!

January 26, Entry 26

I WANNA BE THE GUY! No. No horribly annoying platformers. Today I shall be talking of the something. ooo! Leetspeak. 1337speak. 13375P3AK ANN0Y5 M3. 17'5 HARD 2 R3AD BCU5 7H3 L3773R5 AR3 R3PLAC3D W17H NUMB3R5. 17'5 K1NDA FUN 2 7YP3 1N 7H0. BU7 17'5 AL50 HARD. CAP17AL L3773R5! 7HA7 15 Y TH15 P057 15 50 5H0R7. 17 7AK35 A WH1L3 70 7YP3 7H1NG5. W0000! n00b. LOL! OMG!! ROFL! LMAO! No more. I is done with this, it bores me.

January 21, Entry 21

If I was the last person on earth, what I would do would depend on two things. One: Did everybody just suddenly die and now there are corpses everywhere or did everybody vanish? Two: IS electricity still there? I suppose I could always go to all the houses I could find and turn off all the electrical stuff, or just use a generator, I imagine there'd be plenty of gas left in the gas stations since nobody would be using it. The first thing I'd probably do would be freak out for a few hours or possibly days. Once I came to terms with what was happening I'd probably make a decision between killing myself or attempting to survive until either I found more people or the vanished people returned. Assuming I decided to live on, I'd probably drive into Central City in my mom or dad's car and turn off all the electrical stuff in every house. Then I'd look for any generator's I could find and attempt to get them into the car, which, I suppose would be the van now that I think about it. Then, if there was still room in the van, I'd go to the grocery store and pick up as much food as I could find. Then I'd probably bring it all home and make another run into town to get as much gas as I could from the gas stations before lack of power prevented the gas pumps from working. Then I'd drive to Cedar Rapids to get more gas and possibly some conversion cables from Best Buy so I could convert the power from the generator to power the appliances that you can't directly plug in, or try and figure out a way to connect the generator to the main power thingie.

January 19, Entry 24

Today I speak from the mouth of Crapface, ghost-cow extraordinaire! "MoooOOOOooooOOOOooOOOOOOOoooo!" No, wait. I forgot. All he says is ghost-moo. No! Away withst thou! What other magically magical creatures might I find in my mystical bag of mystical mystics? Aha! Hurlock, resident creepy, rotting-skin man! what say you? "HRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHGH!" Goodness! What a filthy mouth! I daresay we don't accept that kind of humor in this household! Back to the bag! Gracious me! Yes, well then. What now... Aha! I've got it! mystical bag of mystical mystics, what say you? "I'm a bag filled with a ghost-cow, a rotted-skin man, a zombie, a ghoul and who knows what else. Just leave me alone."

January 12, Entry 23

Fire and brimstone! Meh, no randomness today. I don't particularly know what to write about though, maybe I'll just write another "whatever the heck pops into my head" post. Herm... No. I think I'll attempt to explain the plot of the book I finished reading a while ago. Okay then: There is a guy named... ah... dang. Ah! Soltan Gris. he works as an officer for a branch of the Voltarian government called the Apparatus, whose ranks are made up mostly of military school dropouts and people in line of execution who the Apparatus thinks might be useful. They deal mostly in taking what they want. I'm not entirely sure what they were established for, but the Voltarian government stupidly believes that all their dealings are perfectly legal, or if they don't, they just can't prove otherwise.