it's like drawing a storybook

Meanwhile on the lost planet of fandingo prime nebula XVI (that's sixteen for you non roman numeral people out there) our hero was lost in the great ice forests of Sloshlandia. Our hero finds himself stuck with his feet frozen to the ceiling of a mammoth ice cave thinking, "well, shit this just takes the cake doesn't it?" Then our hero, brave Captain Omega Cromulus dies of exhaustion and exposure to cold frozenness. I mean, it's like 20,000 degrees below martian zero (that's twenty degrees above our zero, but it doesn't really matter when it's gone that far below it really so there is no real point in clarifying it) and our hero is no superman and thusly has perished. Can you blame him really? He's just a human being, fuck. Don't put all your space eggs in one space blanket. I love how you can make anything sound futuristic and cool by putting space in front of it, but I digress. I blame the ineffective uniform of the intergalactic space federation 2907. Sure, it looks super rad and neato with its epaulets and cool beaded curtain capes, but it doesn't really protect you from the harsh environments found on may planets throughout the galaxy. Which you think would be one of the main usages of such a uniform for an intergalactic space federation protective fighting force hell bent on the protection and serving of 900 million space planets. The space future!!!!!!
What a great idea for a story. Of course maybe in the final draft the hero will defeat the evil overlord Don Quixotic Beard 456723149087 with a blast from his protecto ray and thus saving the entire universe and his awesomely hot girlfriend instead of freezing to death and ending up like a bloated space popsicle only Space Jeffrey Dahmer could want on a mammoth ice cave ceiling. Yeah, maybe I should keep working on it.

Returns to drawing board with a fervor not seen in five blog entries!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Comes back with fervor in tact but just noted down for future reference. Hooray.

So, my album is finished and by finished I mean fucking finished. I just mastered it a couple of days ago. All I need is to do the cover photo and post it to iTunes and it will be available for everyone's listening enjoyment. Yay for technology, oh how I love thee.

Three times he tried to make it work and three times he just couldn't get past that final boss and now he is stuck with broken thumbs and a withered heart. No joy in life and no will to continue. He needs new reason, he needs a purpose. In comes the marching band of whores wearing uniforms made of american cheese. Of course it's american cheese, the marching band was invented in america. Just like the wheel, conspiracy theories, and the silly notion that people have the right to say what they feel without fear of persecution. Fucking bloggers and their silly ideas of free speech to the world. Oh, look at me and how my opinion matters. Please visit my blogsite so my adsense will pay me two cents, but if enough people go to my page then I make enough money to pay my rent on just sitting at a fucking computer typing out my hopes and dreams that will never come to fruition because I'm really just a mooching lazy bum who plays world of warcraft all day and needs a way to make money and pay for my WoW habits whilst still playing WoW. God bless america and everyone of us.

Warning: this blog entry is kinda weird compared to the other ones: @*#!*@!

If a band plays in Japan, do dinosaurs still need appendices to to make their point or are they just beyond that? If I had to make a guess I would say that I really like the word appendices. It's a good one. Right up there with copious. That's right, it's one of those words. Use it, I dare you. If you have the chromosomes. Recently a famous mime died. Can you name that mime? Yes, you in the back with the cloak and dagger and shiny red eyes. No, it was not Mikhail Gorbachev, but good guess. It was after all, Gandhi. Yup, definitely him and no one else. I am completely right and if anyone puts that I am wrong about this in a comment on this blog I will send them nasty email vibes, like the kind you get in a grocery store in a can next to the voodoo. Scary shit, huh? Speaking of scary shit I am so totally psyched about halloween coming soon. It is my favorite holiday. Being the complete and utter opposite of christmas. And I hate christmas, I hate it so much in fact that when I type it out I don't capitalize it to show my complete and utter distaste for it and how I think it is a lying sack of shit that should be taken out back and beat with a sack full of doorknobs. george w. bush.
My friends have this bet, who is gonna get an operation to become a super-hero first. I think it's gonna be wilt chamberlain, but he is kind of one already. So, maybe it is gonna be some guy in Iowa who is tired of playing world of warcraft and is bored by the repetition of doing the same shit over and over again just to be able to brag about how their mount kicks ass or that they are level seventy. Mayhaps his superpower will be having a fucking organic life that contributes to society instead of leeching off of it and living in some retarded useless digital realm that can be destroyed with the pull of a plug and a spilt cup of coffee.
Two men enter the bachelor arena of doom and only one comes out the victor. The other is covered in some kind of cheese sauce and everyone is wondering if they just saw the gayest thing they have ever seen. The groom begins to questions if he wants to have a guy who can win at such a battle as his best man or if he is better off just using the guy who lives in the alley behind his apartment who continually screams to god about how jesus owes him twenty bucks from a pai gow tournament and he needs it back like ASAP because he has got a date tonight and needs the money for the nice italian dinner or else he won't get laid and he really needs it to let off some steam so he can focus at work because it is getting really hard, no pun intended, even while he sleeps. Which is the amazing part.
Parentheses are useful tools for making a more complete and informative point, but are lost on those who do not go gentle into that good night through the valley of panamanian were-rabbits.
Maybe one day when the world's population all have superpowers they will be completely useless powers, but when we are work together as one we can rid the universe of the evil omicron makeshift words into sentences that make funny laugh time goodtimes was a television show that many people watched and enjoyed in the beginnings of television in the year 2929 where we all knew of the future past donuts and nothing was baked fresh daily.
If you have two birds in your hand put them back in the bush, that's cruel, what they do to you?