http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovOPBi6QqB0
This is maybe the most amazing movie preview I have EVER seen.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Forward
I am fourteen years old in Virginia.
It is about to storm, and one of the goats has broken loose. I am chasing her. I hate her, and by this time, having failed in every way to entice her into my grasp, I am panting, red, and screaming in exasperation, but nobody pays any attention to me. Mother is out back, picking ripe fruits off the pear tree, collecting them in her skirt, because, "If I dont pick them, the storm will ruin them," she says, and, needless to say, we all think she is crazy. Tim is in the kitchen fixing a supper for us which, knowing him, should turn out to be something like blueberry pancakes with mustard and honey sandwhiches on the side, but then, he is only five and a half. Dave, who is well into his seventh year, is repairing the lower right-hand pane on the front door, while at the same time trying to read a Black Beauty novel lying open on the floor beside him. Mother blew up at him a little whole ago and slammed the door so hard the pane toppled out. That makes the fifth time this summer. Same pane every time. Dad is sitting on the porch ignoring us all, playing his guitar and singing bawdy french ballads, and sipping a beer. If I go up to him and say, 'Pop, why cant we just let the damn thing run loose?" he will answer: "Are you trying to teach your old man how to suck eggs?" Clouds are dark and it looks like a good blow. The goat winks at me and cavorts away, and I collapse and bang my fists on the lawn, and begin to bawl insanely.
After getting some suggestion on good novels to check out, and not being able to find any used copies of said suggestions I randomly picked out a book entitled, The Wizard of Loneliness by the author who wrote such classics as The Magic Journey, and The Sterile Cuckoo. I had prepared myself for either brilliance in this novel, or complete disaster. But i tell you, with an intro like that... its just gotta be good. Or maybe, needless to say, Im crazy.
It is about to storm, and one of the goats has broken loose. I am chasing her. I hate her, and by this time, having failed in every way to entice her into my grasp, I am panting, red, and screaming in exasperation, but nobody pays any attention to me. Mother is out back, picking ripe fruits off the pear tree, collecting them in her skirt, because, "If I dont pick them, the storm will ruin them," she says, and, needless to say, we all think she is crazy. Tim is in the kitchen fixing a supper for us which, knowing him, should turn out to be something like blueberry pancakes with mustard and honey sandwhiches on the side, but then, he is only five and a half. Dave, who is well into his seventh year, is repairing the lower right-hand pane on the front door, while at the same time trying to read a Black Beauty novel lying open on the floor beside him. Mother blew up at him a little whole ago and slammed the door so hard the pane toppled out. That makes the fifth time this summer. Same pane every time. Dad is sitting on the porch ignoring us all, playing his guitar and singing bawdy french ballads, and sipping a beer. If I go up to him and say, 'Pop, why cant we just let the damn thing run loose?" he will answer: "Are you trying to teach your old man how to suck eggs?" Clouds are dark and it looks like a good blow. The goat winks at me and cavorts away, and I collapse and bang my fists on the lawn, and begin to bawl insanely.
After getting some suggestion on good novels to check out, and not being able to find any used copies of said suggestions I randomly picked out a book entitled, The Wizard of Loneliness by the author who wrote such classics as The Magic Journey, and The Sterile Cuckoo. I had prepared myself for either brilliance in this novel, or complete disaster. But i tell you, with an intro like that... its just gotta be good. Or maybe, needless to say, Im crazy.
Monday, December 21, 2009
WORD PLAY
"It happening because Reality just become real"
CSI: Miami is the worst show. That awful redhead.
Alli and I think they should make a new version of CSI. CSI: North Dakota.
Any episode ideas? Itd be pretty hard to make the colors as vibrant as in miami.
CSI: Miami is the worst show. That awful redhead.
Alli and I think they should make a new version of CSI. CSI: North Dakota.
Any episode ideas? Itd be pretty hard to make the colors as vibrant as in miami.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Things 'they' say
'They' say:
Great minds think alike
But I would reason that a great mind thinks like no other.
Now why dont you stuff that in your fortune cookie and eat it.
Great minds think alike
But I would reason that a great mind thinks like no other.
Now why dont you stuff that in your fortune cookie and eat it.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Minnesota she said is the name of her star
Im comin home.
March sometime.
mmmmmmmmmm whatcha say? Its true. A year in Colorado. Thats not too shabby. To you Minnesotans however, this move back is no permanent thing. Come 2011 my goal is to be off somewhere new again. I just hope with a better outcome, or at least, a more adventurous one.
And I'll give someone an air high five if they can tell me to what movie that Title above is referencing.
Its good to be back! (on vonderstop that is.)
March sometime.
mmmmmmmmmm whatcha say? Its true. A year in Colorado. Thats not too shabby. To you Minnesotans however, this move back is no permanent thing. Come 2011 my goal is to be off somewhere new again. I just hope with a better outcome, or at least, a more adventurous one.
And I'll give someone an air high five if they can tell me to what movie that Title above is referencing.
Its good to be back! (on vonderstop that is.)
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