I am not a fan of Fall Out Boy.

NOT A FAN.

Well, I was a fan before they released the travesty that was From Under the Cork Tree (and succeeding albums). Take This to Your Grave, on the other hand, was awesome. But that’s not the point. Ever since From Under the Cork Tree, Patrick Stump (the band’s vocalist) started starting incoherent - his lyrics cannot be deciphered. IT COULD NOT BE UNDERSTOOD! Well, here’s their video of Sugar, We’re Going Down.

ADMIT IT, YOU CAN’T UNDERSTAND HIM. Here is what I REALLY HEARD:

Verse:

Am I more than you bargained for? Yeah!

Oyyy been dying to tell you anytheee

You are a hair cause dashes I am this week

Lying the brass

Missin the balls Rnnneaahhhh

I’m just the nuts in your bedpost but sauce in your nyunn?? In your song

Drop a hole, make a name

we sniffing ink… the seeping for the roll tear

Chorus:

We’re going down down doobie doobie giraffe

Suugah we goin’ down swimmingg

I’ll dye another one with a bulley

Alone in my codplex cockey and puhlleeehy

Verse:

Am I more than you bargained for? Eh!!?

Don’t mind me I’m watching U2 from the closet

Wishing to be the freak shine in your sheets

Isn’t it mess up how I’m just dying a bee here

FOB for the win. Ugh.

INTENSITY 

I’m a huge, huge, huge Guild Wars player. So huge that I left World of Warcraft so I could focus fulltime on playing Guild Wars. Well, not really fulltime because I have a life and I love the warmth of the sun surrounding me from time to time. hahaha. Anyway, after sniffing around in Nanao’s blog, I tried to search for good Guild Wars cosplayers. Here’s some good ones that I found:

She’s cosplaying a Ritualist, a caster class that summons spirits to aid in battle. Think of it as a “summoner” in Guild Wars. They cover their eyes so they can “see” the spirits clearly and have a strong bond with them. Here’s the in-game look of the Ritualist.

Nice, isn’t it?

Thanks to Adamoluna for her amazing cosplay. You can check out her deviantart page too.

I noticed that I’ve been putting Seinfeld stuff recently. Can you really blame me? Can you really condemn me for putting Seinfeld stuff for the past week or so? The show’s funny! There’s no denying it.

Anyway, I stumbled upon some Seinfeld scripts. This one is from “The Glasses” - an episode where George lost his glasses.

Okay, a little backstory here: Jerry is seeing this girl Amy. Also, George is messed up because he lost his glasses in the gym locker room. One afternoon, Jerry, George and Elaine went to an optical shop so George can try on some frames. A guy walks in with a dog. The dog gets frisky and bites Elaine’s leg. Aaahhh I can’t tell it, you might as well read it:

(A man with a dog enters the store)
ELAINE: Hi there, little doggy. (to owner:) Do you mind if I pet your dog?
DOG OWNER: It’s okay with me.
ELAINE: Hey little doggy. (Elaine pets the dog and he bites her) Aaah!
DWAYNE: Hey, you can’t have that dog in here.
(The man leaves the store taking his dog with him)
JERRY: Are you okay? Did he bite ya?
GEORGE: Can you believe that guy?
ELAINE: I’m okay, it’s just a nip.
GEORGE: He just walked away! And once again I’m standing here like a little man. Well not this time! (George leaves the store and follows the dog owner) You! Dog man!
(George, without his glasses, squints and it looks like he sees something interesting. He enters the store again)
ELAINE: My leg looks pretty bad.
JERRY: Oh I’m gonna take you over to the emergency room.
ELAINE: Okay.
JERRY: (To George:) Hey, any luck? Did you catch ‘em?
GEORGE: Uuh, no, no.
JERRY: All right, I’m gonna take Elaine over to the hospital.
GEORGE: (In a really strange way) Good, good, do that.
JERRY: What’s the matter?
GEORGE: Oh, no, nothing.
JERRY: What is it?
GEORGE: I can’t tell you.
ELAINE: (pulling on Jerry’s pants from the ground) Jerry, can we go?
JERRY: Yeah, yeah, in a second, in a second. (And to George:) What do you mean you can’t tell me?
GEORGE: I can’t tell you, don’t ask.
JERRY: I’m asking!
ELAINE: Jerry, my leg.
JERRY: Yeah, yeah, take care of it. (Jerry throws her some toilet paper) Come on, George, what is it?
GEORGE: I saw Amy making out with your cousin Jeffrey.
JERRY: What?
GEORGE: They were right outside!
JERRY: Amy and Jeffrey?
GEORGE: Yes!
JERRY: Are you sure?
GEORGE: Yes, positive.
JERRY: But you can’t see, there’s no lenses in those frames.
GEORGE: I know! I was squinting.
ELAINE: Okay, listen, Jerry, you just catch up with me okay? You can just follow the trail of blood.
JERRY: We’re gonna have to talk about this later. (Elaine holds the door open for Jerry while holding her leg) Thank you. Taxi!

The scene moves to the hospital where they continue the discussion of “Squinting George”

ELAINE: Oh, come on. Cousin Jeffrey? It’s not possible!
JERRY: Why not? They could have met. She loves the park, he works for the Parks Department.
ELAINE: Jerry, that is so ridiculous. But, George didn’t even have his glasses on!
JERRY: But he was squinting.
ELAINE: So what? Squinting doesn’t make that much of a difference.
JERRY: Are you kidding? I’ve seen ‘em squint. He can squint his way down to like twenty, thirty vision. Once we were driving down from the Catskills and he lost his glasses. He squinted his way from Wortsborough down to the Tappan Zee Bridge! He was spotting raccoons, on the road!
DOCTER: Okay.
ELAINE: Okay? That’s it? I don’t need a shot?
DOCTER: Not shot, dog bite.
ELAINE: No, no, no. I know I wasn’t shot. Do I need a shot?
DOCTER: Not shot, dog bite. Woof woof, not bang bang.
(the doctor exits the hospital room; Jerry and Elaine are shocked)

And lastly, Jerry confronts George about his accusation on Amy:

[Jerry’s apartment]
JERRY: I was an idiot for listening to you!
GEORGE: Hey, I saw what I saw.
JERRY: Ooh, everything was going so well. She hadn’t seen any flaws in me. Now she sees a side.
GEORGE: What side?
JERRY: A bad side, an ugly side.
GEORGE: Ooh, so what?
JERRY: So what? I wasn’t planning on showing that side for another six months. Now you make me throw off the whole learning curve.
GEORGE: Why don’t you just ask Jeffrey?
JERRY: Ah, he’d just deny it.
GEORGE: There must be some way to find out.
JERRY: Amy said nothing happened.
GEORGE: What, you’re gonna take her word over mine? I’m your best friend!
JERRY: Yeah, but you’re blind as a bat!
GEORGE: I was squinting! Remember that drive from Wortsborough? (snapping his fingers) I was spotting those raccoons.
JERRY: They were mailboxes, you idiot. I didn’t have the heart to tell you.
GEORGE: (noticing something) Hey look, a dime.
(George walks over to the other end of the room and picks up a dime)
GEORGE: Heh, Mercury head. You mind?
JERRY: (Stunned:) No, keep it. (Elaine enters the apartment) Hey what happened to you? You buzzed five minutes ago.
ELAINE: There was a dog in front of the building and it spooked me. I couldn’t come in until he left.
JERRY: A little white dog?
ELAINE: Yeah.
JERRY: Snowball? You were afraid of Snowball?
ELAINE: I’m afraid of dogs now.
JERRY: He’s like a squirrel.
ELAINE: Well he frightened me.
GEORGE: Did you get the shot?
ELAINE: No. He said I didn’t need a shot.
GEORGE: You got bit by a strange dog and you didn’t get a rabies shot?
ELAINE: What, you think I should have?
(George indicates ‘yes’)
JERRY: You know, you should just go back to the optical store and ask Dwayne if he knows the name of the owner of the dog.
ELAINE: All right, that’s a good idea. I’m gonna do that.
(Kramer enters the apartment)
GEORGE: All right, let me just… I’m gonna grap an apple.
JERRY: Hey, Kramer, Elaine’s afraid of Snowball!
KRAMER: Little Snowball? He runs on batteries!
(George takes a bite out of an onion)
ELAINE: You know, George, that’s an onion.
GEORGE: Yes it is.
(And he takes another bite)
ELAINE: He couldn’t tell an apple from an onion and he’s your eye witness?
GEORGE: I saw them making out, you can believe it.
JERRY: I don’t know what to believe! You’re eating onions, you’re spotting dimes, I don’t know what the hell is going on.
KRAMER: Look, all you gotta to do, is get Amy and Jeffrey together somewhere, that’s it.
JERRY: Hey wait a second, wait a second. I’m going over to Jeffrey’s apartment tomorrow night to pick up these Paul Simon tickets. I’m gonna surprise Amy. All I gotta do is bring her with me. And then when Jeffrey opens the door, it’s Howdy Doody time.
KRAMER: Right this way, mister Doody!
GEORGE: (crying from the onion) You’ll see I’m right.