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Tuesday, March 25th, 2008

I can be a very, very paranoid person and out of sheer interest, I decided to look up the scientific names of my fears:

Iatrophobia - Fear of going to the doctor or of doctors.

Acrophobia - Fear of heights.

Arachnephobia or Arachnophobia- Fear of spiders.

Ophidiophobia - Fear of snakes. (Snakephobia)

The following phobias are just funny:

Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia - Fear of the number 666.

it’s scary, I know, but the name is just retarded. 

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia - Fear of long words.

probably the reason why they’re afraid of long words in the first place.

Lachanophobia - Fear of vegetables.

But but… vegetables are fuuuuunnnn!

Melophobia - Fear or hatred of music.

this is seriously idiotic… fear of souljah boy or of any crappy rap music is a legit fear.

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Wednesday, March 19th, 2008
What Your Shamrock Says About You
You are charming, witty, and larger than life.

At times, you can be a bit impatient and inflexible. You don’t like to be distracted.

You don’t really consider yourself a lucky person. In your view, people create their own luck.

You are stylish, in a classic sort of way. You are particular about how you like things.

The Shamrock Personality Test
Shucks, I couldn’t have said it any better myself :D

Plumber Convention Goes Awry

Wednesday, March 19th, 2008

It doesn’t take much to impress the folks at the Guinness Book of World Records, I guess. They deemed the gathering of 80 cosplayers, each dressed up as a video game character, "The Largest Gathering of Games Characters" that they’ve ever had on record.

That certainly doesn’t mean that the 30 kids sporting Mario outfits from Argyle Primary School, Kings Cross aren’t adorable. We’re just expecting the record to be smashed by the weekend. There’s surely a con happening somewhere.

P.S. check out the kid in the middle.

What the heck is THAT?! (part 2)

Tuesday, March 18th, 2008

If you haven’t read my previous post, know that you suck and that you MUST scroll down lest you desire to suck even more.

The animal that looks like a retarded centipede that grew up near a nuclear waste dump is NOT a llama, but an alpaca!

Alpacas are social herd animals that live in family groups consisting of a territorial alpha male, females and their young. They are gentle, elegant, inquisitive, intelligent and observant. As they are a prey animal, they are cautious and nervous if they feel threatened. They like having their own space and may not like an unfamiliar alpaca or human getting close, especially from behind. They warn the herd about intruders by making sharp, noisy inhalations that sound like a high pitch burro bray. The herd may attack smaller predators with their front feet, and can spit and kick. Due to the soft pads on their feet, the impact of a kick is not as dangerous as that of a hoofed animal, yet it still can give quite a bruise, and the pointed nails can inflict cuts.

Ohhh so it’s like a spiffed up llama… or the illicit love child of a collie, llama and a Star Wars character… in short, it’s classified under camelid

The alpaca IS the swiss knife of weird animals because it’s gentle, elegant, inquisitive, intelligent blah blah blah,

And they sound like a clutch that doesn’t… bite… =/

*khack kakkkk khackkkkk!*

On Spitting:

Not all alpacas spit, but all are capable. "Spit" is somewhat euphemistic. While occasionally the projectile contains only air and a little saliva, they also commonly bring up acidic stomach contents (generally a green grassy mix) and project it onto their chosen target. Spitting is mostly reserved for other alpacas, but an alpaca will occasionally spit at humans that, for example, take away food.

For alpacas, spitting results in what is called "sour mouth." Sour mouth is characterized by a loose-hanging lower lip and a gaping mouth. This is caused by the stomach acids and unpleasant taste of the contents as they pass out of the mouth.

Some alpacas will spit when looked at, others will never spit — their personalities are very individualized and there is no hard and fast rule in terms of social behavior, although there is often a group leader, and a group trailer/runt that is picked on by others.

So they’re unique! You are able to differentiate them based on their spitting capabilities. Woohoo!

On Star Wars:

This alpaca looks like Luke Skywalker in The Empire Strikes Back while he was in Hoth. 

On Being Creepy:


Well, if you ever find yourself walking alone in the fields of Peru or Chile in the MIDDLE of the day… you don’t want THIS to happen to you:


That’s the scariest **** I’ve ever seen in my life…

A GANG OF ALPACAS… they’re hairy and they have knees. *shudder*

These guys are gonna mess you up.

*One cool thing is that if a llama and an alpaca mate, you get this:

a huarizo! woohooo

hurray for wikipedia

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What the heck is THAT!?

Monday, March 17th, 2008

to anyone who can tell me what this thing is *points down*
Give me:
1. common name
2. scientific name
3. at least 2 sesame street characters and 1 muppet that could have hailed from the same family, with pictures!



Keep on plugging along, boy.

Monday, March 17th, 2008

We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner." The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn’t good for two. I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and gray. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.

Man, wish I could write like that.

Lately, my writing… hmmm… capabilities have been stifled either by boredom or just the lack of ammunition in my armory. Hurray for metaphors.

I remember what my professor in comics class told me: "Your brain is like a scanner: it churns out anything you put in it. So, if you want to be a competent writer, you have to READ A LOOTTT!" Well, it’s not really word-for-word. He said it in a more glorious manner in which angels descended from heaven while sustaining a high note.

Hmmm… do you recommend any good books for me to sink my mental teeth into?

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The Blank Stare

Friday, March 14th, 2008

Nothing is coming to my mind.


I’m staring blankly into my monitor, the sound of Seinfeld episodes wafting in my head.


something like this:


Emptiness as faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar as your retinas could process.

I feel slowwwww. My wit isn’t in its usual snappy and alert state. The banters aren’t up to snuff and my hand-eye coordination is SLUGGISH at best.

at BEST!

I feel like a half-baked human being.

A shell.

*looks around for SOMETHING to write about*

I’m Back!

Tuesday, March 11th, 2008

If you’ve missed me, I must apologize. I’ve been gone for almost two weeks because I had to PLOW through this BIG, BIG (albeit retarded) project. It’s weird to be slide myself back into the normal grind. Kinda annoying too, actually. What do I write about? I can’t talk about the project. If I did, it’ll destroy the whole notion of the project being retarded. So…. how have you guys been?

Ironically, this past few weeks have been amazing to say the least. :D

I feel like Moses after wandering the desert for 40 years… haggard, dirty, and bearing a significant amount of facial hair… ugh.

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