I've been singing this song all the time. It's a parody of In Love With A Stripper (which is a terrible song and as offensive as every rap song, but see the video if you want to hear the original). It's not a perfect version of the original, but it sounds enough like it that it doesn't matter.
For any of those of you who have bad-awful graphics cards (or Macs), you can't play most 3D games because you have no graphics card. Now you're saved, and you can play a modified version of the original Wolfenstien. It runs in Javascript (wow) and is only 5 kilobytes in total. Take a look.
The first picture was taken a year ago but I hadn't uploaded it to Flickr yet. The second one I took today, and it's the view from my room which I'd never noticed before which surprises me.
I wrote another song, this time it's in MIDI and it's a tiny file. I like this song but it's really short. I'm probably going to make it MP3 and not MIDI sometime in some future.
I just finished reading The Catcher In The Rye, and I'm here to tell you my opinion.
Seinfeld is a good show, and one of the things that makes it pretty funny is the fact that it's about nothing exciting. One would think that the day-to-day life of someone would not be funny or even interesting, but Seinfeld pulls it off.
The Catcher In The Rye does not pull it off. This is quite possibly one of the most boring books I think I've ever read. I've never liked books that are classics and I believe this one is classified as one. "Classic," to me, means that it has an important life lesson in it (which I will get to), and it was also written by someone who has been dead for at least one century.
I must give this book credit, the narrator does not make this book sound like it was written by a writer. It makes it sound like it was written by a human being, though I would have preferred a writer in this case, simply because they could have made it more interesting, and also not repeat sentences like "It really was." and "That killed me." over and over and over again. Look through the book; there is not a page that lacks the following sentences in varying forms.
"That killed me."
"It really was."
"He was a phony."
I'm serious, there is not a page that lacks one of those, and I challenge you to find one that has none of those sentences in any form.
Because this is a "classic," there has to be a life lesson to be learned. It is given to you by a man (who turns out to be a possible pedaphile) who tells the main character to apply yourself in school, always do your best, and you will lead the life you want. Do not die nobly for a cause when you can live humbly instead. Then the main character yawns and falls asleep. As did I.
If you haven't read this book, you're lucky, but you'll probably have to read it sometime for school. If you have, congratulations, you survived.
This thing cost me 40 bucks. It's got 512 MB of space and it has a voice recorder and an EQ, but it is made out of cheap plastic and requires a AAA battery. Still, I like it. I have low standards.
Soldier 2, now in the making (maybe), is updated for its first time. Every time I make a major update (or an update worth releasing), I will post a link and perhaps a screenshot.
I had the strangest dream I have ever heard of, you have ever heard of, and anyone you know has ever heard of. This was a dream and is entirely factual (this really was the dream). Here it is.
On worldwide television, Burger King told the world that they were having a contest of sorts. Go to a special booth at your local Burger King and give them a 3-pound paper bag to get a selection of prizes; a bunch of strangely golden chocolate bars, some strange magical staff, or one thousand bricks.
What was in this 3-pound paper bag? Bird poop. How my subconsious came up with this I am not sure.
In order to win this contest, I cheated. I filled a paper bag with purple Froot Loops and some kind of carrot cereal, and sealed the bag. I took it to the stand and got myself one thousand bricks, then took the bag of cereal and dumped it into a toilet, which made it overflow everywhere and I slipped on the cereal and was about to hit the ground, but just before I did, I woke up.
The first thing I noticed about this book was the title was not "Catcher in the Rye," it was "The Catcher in they Rye." It makes me think, more than ever, that abbrs. will be the end of us.
The second thing I noticed was that this book is riddled with the word "I." This would drive any English teacher insane, but the fact that I even noticed this makes me a bit afraid about my future career*.
People had told me, before I embarked on this literary journey (oh no I AM an English teacher) that I could relate to the main character, Holden. In response, I said, "Who names their kid Holden?!?" Regardless of his name, I also realized that no book about someone like me would ever be published. Already, I was doubtful of what they told me.
Then I began reading the book and noticed a few....strikingly different characteristics. One, this kid painted the interior of his lungs a dark shade of black, where mine are pink because I don't smoke. Second, this kid can't cut out his goddamn swearing to save his life. Third, he was flunking four classes (except English...dun dun dunnn). I don't flunk them at least. Were one to make a Venn diagram, the only similarity would be "gender," but with a name like Holden, it's a bit hard to tell that one.
* Though I was happy to know that, on paper, I misspelled "career."
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