Black Christmas

Bad movie.

Not a Great Title

"Hey, I haven't written anything here for awhile." This is how I start every post and it needs to stop. Its an addiction. By starting it off like that I can't get yelled at for having not wrote. But it is the second most pathetic sentences to start off a post. The only thing topping it is starting with putting it in quotes and spending the first paragraph telling every one that it's pathetic. So, without further ado, I bring you the body of my post.

I have been told I need to write more by sisters, parents, teachers, college students, pets, gorillas, and myself. Why? Yeah, I'm really not quite sure. But I have decided to start up anyways. First by buying a pocket ruled moleskine, a sweet tiny notebook, and a few nice pens. I plan to write small tid bits in this: reminders, what I'm lending to who, short term goals, food I need to buy, books I need to read, and other such stuff. Then there is this blog. I have changed the color scheme to blue, and plan to write at least once a week. This is boring I'll skip further ahead.

"Batman and Robin, having returned to The Batcave from declawing The Catwoman once again, promptly ascend to Wayne Manor as Bruce Wayne and Richard Grayson, who come calling to take Chief O'Hara, Commissioner Gordon and his daughter, Barbara, to the opera. Unfortunately, Barbara, in an elevator, is kidnapped by The Penguin, with the aim of forcing her to marry him! The Penguin tells the astonished group by phone that they should read the society section of next day's newspaper. When they do, they discover the announcement of a forthcoming wedding — between Barbara and The Penguin (who hopes to gain immunity from the police as Commissioner Gordon's son-in-law!), and they desperately try to locate The Penguin's hideout. Penguin henchmen, in search of a minister to perform the ceremony, fall upon The Reverend Hazlitt and Alfred. The quick-thinking butler pretends that he is The Reverend, and leaves with the thugs (but secretly alerts The Dynamic Duo via the Emergency Batcall on his belt). Bruce and Dick become The Dynamic Duo and, locating Penguin's hideout in a vacant apartment next door to Barbara's own (apparently the last place, Penguin believes, anyone would think to look!), race to the scene, while Alfred is locked up with Barbara. Believing Alf to be a man of The Cloth, she swears him to secrecy and then walks ever so precariously along the ledge to her apartment. She enters her bedroom, activates a secret panel and changes into the costume and accoutrements of Batgirl. Meanwhile, Batman and Robin burst into the apartment which they discover holds a befuddled Alfred Pennyworth and a wedding dress stuffed with pillows!"*

Yeah, I didn't write that. I think it's public domain...... I hope it is. Well if you read it, its rather exciting. I quoted it, so I don't think I'll get in trouble. I'd cite it but I forgot the resource. Don't tell anyone I plagiarized.

Well anyways. I've been working on a human head. I mean a sculpture of a human head. If you are viewing this through "facebook" than you can see all the pictures of it. (And I'll try to add more as I work on it at home.) If not your out of luck. I have also joined what is essentially "The Dead Poets' Society" of ARTech. The members, which includes me, will find a poems that mean something to them. Then read them to everyone in the "Society." I find it interesting. I have finished the play "Ros & Guil are Dead"{I'm not going to type there whole names, I just won't}. I was good; short and sweet. Other things I'm working on are less interesting, so I'm not going to talk about them. I was going to end it with something that would leave you thinking, but I can't think of anything myself.. So I steal..


"At a political convention there are 100 politicians. Each one is either crooked or honest. At least one is honest. Given any two of the politicians, at least one is crooked. How many are honest and how many are crooked?"*


*The quoted content in this post was taken from:
Rudolph, Oscar. (Director). (1967, September 14). Batman. ABC.

Mack, Donald R. The Unofficial IEEE Brainbuster Gamebook: Mental Workouts for the Technically Inclined. The Instituted of Electrical and Electronics Engineers, Inc., 1992.

Another Witty Title

So as you all do not know, although some might, school starts soon again for me. Like really soon, ok afte{r Labor Day. ARTech is going to be a bit different this year. Dom, with the help of some others(who will remain unameless) build a loft above our cozy little art closet, which is now the school's editing room. I'd hope to spend most of my time up there to get away from everything, but I think that is already everyone else's plan. My only remaining option is to make my "desk" comfortable. Yes I quoted "desk", but that is because the only way to make my desk comfortable is to completely get rid of it. I'm bringing in a couch, a "coffee table" and some storage units. I should stop it with the "quote thing", but again it does meen that it really isn't a coffee table, because unless I can find a nice coffee table for free I'm just going to use cinder blocks and strap some 2-4s to it. This would meen that I wouldn't have anywhere to put the schools desktop computer. Which doesn't matter because as you've might of heard I'm buying a MacBook, and an ipod, making life a lot easier for me.
The real issue, the huge issue, bigger than big, is that there isn't going to be any off campus school lunch next year. That was my, as well many other's time, to take a break from the day. And with that being gone finding food is going to be esential. Ok to be honest I don't really care to much. I think it might even be nice. I'll finally get to figure out all the names of the youngens and maybe I'll eat lunch with Paul. There are a lot of thing I'm looking forward to this year, I'm even looking forward to not enjoying the year if it comes to that. I don't know.
Music, that is what I should be talking about, it's a shame I still don't know anything. I think I might have been exiled from the band I was in, which is all right I don't even play an intrument. I'm looking forward to a band a few of my friend's are starting though. They have been planning on starting for a long time, now they are finally doing it. Sisters make the best bands.
I can't think of anything to say other than, 'I'm glad to see you again it's been so long, maybe we could hang out again sometime.'

quantum izzie

I'm currently at Blue Monday, drinking my bottle of lemon izzie. I just finished heading my first Freezer, the name Artech's venue goes by, show. It was intresting, to say the least. And that's all I'm going to say.

Tight Pants and King Kong

Today, Wednesday December 28 2005, I woke up at 10:35 AM. After having a nutritious breakfast I lounged on the couch in my living room watching an episode of the comedy 'Family Guy'. Then my sister brought up the subject of what we were to do today. She told me that it was 'my choice'. I wanted to get out of the house so I decided that we would go to uptown Saint Paul.
After withdrawing some cash from the bank and filling up the Neon's gas tank we were on or way. She had decided that I was to go shopping for clothes. It was a good idea; I was in need of a new pair of pants.
We first stopped at a book store. I thought it would be a good plan to browse the books without buying anything, so that I would get in the mood to shop without having to spend any money.
We then went to a few thrift shops that I can't quite remember the names of. I had purchased a pair of pants. We than went to Ragstock. I found a sweater, a jacket, and a sweater-vest, which all together added up to only thirteen dollars.
We had gotten hungry by this point and Jaime, my sister, suggested a Thai restaurant to eat at. I had ordered Tofu and Zucchini in a tomato sauce; she had ordered dumplings. The food was good.
On the way to the movie theater we had gotten Coffee. When we go there, we found out that the next showing of King Kong was at ten; it was eight forty-five. We drove to a theater that was showing King Kong at nine. When we got in there was a preview for 'Final Destination 3'. Next was a preview for 'Mission Impossible 3'. 'X-Men 3' was the last preview before the Movie started. The Movie finished at midnight. I'll spare you the details of the film but over all it was pretty good.
Oh and by the way 'It was beauty that killed the beast.'

Dao De Jing

I was sitting in the fourth row, second to last seat on the left, or at least were a row should be, of a movie theater. The seats weren't quite in rows they were positioned like the line on a fingerprint, making it so that I could see only a fraction of the screen. The majority of the seats were like those in a normal theater, but there was also sparaticly placed seating like that you would find on a lawn.
It seemed that I had came alone but the theater was full of people that I knew. I was now out of my seat and walking around observing the commotion surrounding me. A good sized crowed was out of their seats. Pop, popcorn, and several other theater snacks were being tossed about. My schools video guy, Dom, was filming the movie playing with his XL1 and his assistant followed close behind with a boom mice. Now that I was further back in the theater I was able to see what was playing on the big screen. It was a European soccer team scoring a goal, but the people, the goal everything on the screen was made a legos. Small legos and a lot of them, not a kid that had filmed himself playing with his toys, but real people interacting like they would accept the world and themselves were constructed of legos.
With all that had happened I had forgotten about Thanksgive, a shameless fundraiser my school produces once every year, was about to began soon. I glance down at my watch to check the time only to realized that it is completely broken. It was I a Timex, a reliable watch that will survive under the toughest of conditions, and the now black face was folded over. I looked around and saw a friend of mines dad. I walked over to him to ask the time. His watch looked a lot like mine should but there were several more hands, and to of the bigger ones were bend into a lighting bolt shape. After figuring out what time it said I rushed out realizing I only had a few minutes left to get to Thanksgive.
I must have been walking around the residential part of Northfield for a while by this point, and so far had no way to get to ARTech. I slowly trailed through an alley were two girls of about ten were playing jump rope. As soon as they saw me they stopped swinging the rope and asked me "What’s wrong." I told them my story, and one told me that everything would be ok, Michel Moore would help. "What!", I asked thinking that this young girl must be out of her mind.
I followed her since I had nothing to lose. We came apon a strip of condos, and after standing around for a while out of one of the buildings came none other than Michel Moore. The little girl told him the situation I was in. He said that he'd bring me there since it was right by James Gang, a small cafe acrosse the highway from ARTech, plus he could save money on his taxes.

Then I woke up the day of Thanks Give, and remembered that I needed to bring my video camera to school.

Oh yeh I also started reading an Interpretation of Dao De Jing.

Of Mice and Flies

This week is the beginning of term two.

Seminars:
Electrons' Shocking Color (Chemistry)
Perceptual Drawing (Art)
Geometry
Algebra II

Projects:
Tech Group (Me Alone Writing Script for computer stuff...)
Dorothea Lange and Japanese Relocation (they have nothing to do with each other)

Groups/Semi Seminars:
Lord of the Flies
Of Mice and Men
Composition
Roundtable (reading group)
Philosophy

I think that is all. If there is anymore though, I may burst into flames. So overall everything is going well the more work I have the harder I work. Less work and I slack off. Talking about slacking off, I have to go read some of Of Mice and Men.

Hey, if you are taking the time to read this can you post a little comment, I'm lonely.... Nah... I have friends and I really don't need you, but you might as well. If you do I may even remember your name.