Okay, I think I’ve posted enough about Ponyo On The Cliff By The Sea but I was excited enough to enter a Twitter contest to win a copy of the Japanese DVD from GhibliWorld.com, WHICH I TOTES WON.
IN YOUR FACE, BITCHES!*
I can’t wait! Now I get to watch this movie anytime I want! My only question is that it could be a region 2 DVD which means hopefully we have that old DVD player that can play it. Do we? B? Hello?
Tomorrow marks my first long holiday weekend in a while! (Memorial Day didn’t count for me.) One of our ideas was to meet up with friends (I’ve never met) and go find a swimming home from B’s book about swimming holes.
Here’s the thing. I don’t like this book. I’ve tried reading it, but the directions and map in this book are so vague that it stresses me out. It’s like this guy was high while he wrote it, or really has never written directions before. Or maybe it was published before Google Maps were invented.
We did visit one of the swimming holes, but only because B had gone before so we didn’t really need to depend on the book. Plus, there was this crowd of frat guys there eating KFC, so it wasn’t like we were alone in the wilderness.
Whatever, it just stresses me out because I have this fear that we’re going to get lost and then die. Last time we almost did when we drove out to Hesperia for a naturally heated swimming pool, but then ended up driving down this sketchy dirt road for ages in the dessert. We finally turned around after we realized that the book wasn’t helping and the only way to the hot springs was down this even SKETCHIER dirt path and we didn’t have 4 wheel drive.
Anyway, last night B started “prepping” for the supposed 2-mile hike for tomorrow, and what do I find on the bed? FLINT AND A HEADLAMP.
Um, last time I checked, you don’t need to start a fire or wander around with a flashlight strapped to your forehead for a simple hike to go swimming. Or do you?? Why does it say ‘SURVIVE’ on the flint packaging? OMG WE’RE GOING TO DIE.
I’m so nervous. If this blog isn’t updated by Sunday, that means we’re lost and dead somewhere in the Southern Californian desert.
Today was great because an old fashioned ice cream truck was parked outside the office building, which meant I got to have the best dessert ever.
This was my chocolate dipped ice cream, which I unfortunately couldn’t finish because I’m lame like that. I also cut my gum on the chocolate when I bit into it, which meant meant it got a little bloody. At first I freaked out and thought the ice cream man bled into my cone but that would have been CRAZY, right? I still ate that bloody part though.
Anyway, now that I’ve grossed you all out…
I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical scientific reason for this but OMG WTF IT MOVES!?
Over 3,000 people liking a single post? I will never be as popular as President Obama. Even on Facebook.
This is what happens when nerds are bored on a weekend night and start using their webcams. A giant Gizmo appears.
Btw, did you know mogwais are actual Chinese demons? I knew Gizmo came from China anyway, but THEY’RE REAL (in the sense that they’re not). Then again, I don’t really believe everything on Wikipedia.
Bottom line, this means Gizmo is Asian and therefore, should be considered blogworthy.
This video is over 3 years old, but this is the first time I’ve seen it. I love it for the following reasons:
So there’s this whiteboard at work where we often post questions of the day for the office to respond. Today was my question amid all the hooplah over whether or not the King of Pop had really passed away or not. A coworker posted this on her twitter, which already got over 3,000 views.
Dang, either she’s really popular or the public is finally learning the power of our whiteboard, which only speaks the truth. Yesterday it declared that playing the Lord of the Rings Online RGP was nerdier than playing the future Star Wars: The Old Republic. Duh. Hobbit feet are the worst.
RIP Michael Jackson. I didn’t really feel sad until I saw a clip of a Jackson 5 video. We had some good times together, especially in college when I tried to sing your songs in karaoke. Also, the end of the Thriller video still scares me.
Governor Sanford writes like a girl. That’s all I have to say. He’s a dick for cheating on his wife and he’s man enough to own up to it (and cry) on national television but in the end, he needs to grow a pair of balls when it comes to writing.
I read his personal emails which were published on The State, and it’s as if a giant vagina grew out and started typing his overly cheesy and poetic love letters.
To me, and I suspect no one else on earth, there is something wonderful about listening to country music playing in the cab, air conditioner running, the hum of a huge diesel engine in the back ground, the tranquillity that comes with being in a virtual wilderness of trees and marsh, the day breaking and vibrant pink coming alive in the morning clouds – and getting to build something with each scoop of dirt.
WTF. Vibrant pink?? Morning clouds? COME ON NOW. And you spelled “tranquility” wrong.
Btw, the music in this awesome video provides the perfect soundtrack to that last statement.
