Hiya Squibbs!
I recently went on a very long run in the DC area. While on this very long run I saw: many beautiful women in tight-fitting synthetics (a few of whom i followed closely behind until they gave me the usual "go tither" stare), two old men keel over and possibly die from heart attacks, and all the typical DC stuff (wash. monument, white house, capitol building, etc). I also rode the freaking awesome public transport system of the Washington/Balmtimore area known as the Metro. Let me tell you kids, this highly-engineered and thoroughly studied (not to mention complex, fast, and efficient) is the model of excellence that EVERY fucking transportation system in the world should be built upon. I rode the metro on every line, every stop; I wandered about each station; ate off the immaculate floors (I did recieve a few stares from that); all for the low, low price of about 6 dollars (which is basically all I could afford these days).
Oh. I kicked ass too:
--HK_Newbie
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
12:53 PM - Who rocks the body that rocks the house that...rocks..the...oh, fuck it.
Friday, October 27, 2006
10:17 AM - A recent adventure
So, let me tell you about something that recently happened to me, kids.
I went to six flags. Without GKING.
That's right, I did the unthinkable, and made the journey up the jersey turnpike (which sucks, by the way. Firstly, people in jersey can't drive to save their lives. Throw in a high-speed bypass and fog...well, i'm certain you can imagine the sorts of resulting carnage that ensued) to Jackson, paid my way through the gates (with a friend and his friends), and began a FUCKING COLD trip through the park--ALL WITHOUT GKING. Needless to say, it was replete with your typical park-attending morons: wannabe mobsters, NYC trash, Pennsylvania hick trash, hobos who've never left the park, and worst of all, the psychos who actually work there. I've probably said this before, but the people who actually work at the six flags in jersey must all be drama-school drop outs. They wander aimlessly around the park, randomly break out into histrionic "look, I'm acting!" skits with each other (and then clap for themselves! That's like a comedian laughing at his own fucking joke!), and inefficiently perform the rest of their park-related duties. I hate them with the white hot intensity of a million burning suns, to borrow a phrase.
Other than the freezing cold, brain-dead mobs, and 3.5 total rides, it was quite alot of fun. You know why? Beer. Yes, we all went into the closest bar, bought large amounts of dos equis and poured it into coke containers. By god, when it comes to sneaking around illicit substances, that's when human ingenuity rears its ugly, drunken head.
The beer acted as a sort of time dilation device. The observers' (i.e. myself and my friends-hereby known as "z") percieved movement over time (hereby refered to as "a/x") as being faster (<) than the other, non-drunken observers (hereby refered to as "q"). That, my friends, is known as Doc's theory of alcohol-induced time-dilation relativity. Trust me, it makes more sense when in similar circumstances as I was that night.
Unfortunately, I made the horrendous mistake of trying to scare my buddy's girlfriend during our walk through the "HAUNTED TRAIL OF SPOOKY DOOM"--as one of the douchebag employees told us while waving his hands around in what he assumed would be a dramatically impressive guesture, but really just looked as though he had temporarily lost all fine motor functions. A vampire who had lost all fine motor functions. An obese vampire who had lost all fine motor functions.
It was stupid, is what i'm trying to say.
Anyhow, I hid behind a barrel in the dark, jumped out, terrified my buddy and his girl and (much to my surprise) almost lost consciousness as the girlfriend wrapped her left hand around my neck and squeezed. I have never been so scared in my life. I have never encountered such a vise-like deathgrip in my life either. I still have a vaugly hand-shaped bruise around my neck, and it's been over a week.
Lesson learned: women are scary!
--HK_Newbie
(next time gking, i swear. But it has to be like this:
::phone rings::
Newbie: "Hello?"
Gking: "six flags, bitch. now."
Newbie: "Okay!"
(That's opposed to this)
::phone rings::
Newbie: "Hello?"
Gking: "let's schedule a six flags trip for sometime in the distant future with a bunch of people!"
Newbie: "Sure!"
::Hell freezes over::
I went to six flags. Without GKING.
That's right, I did the unthinkable, and made the journey up the jersey turnpike (which sucks, by the way. Firstly, people in jersey can't drive to save their lives. Throw in a high-speed bypass and fog...well, i'm certain you can imagine the sorts of resulting carnage that ensued) to Jackson, paid my way through the gates (with a friend and his friends), and began a FUCKING COLD trip through the park--ALL WITHOUT GKING. Needless to say, it was replete with your typical park-attending morons: wannabe mobsters, NYC trash, Pennsylvania hick trash, hobos who've never left the park, and worst of all, the psychos who actually work there. I've probably said this before, but the people who actually work at the six flags in jersey must all be drama-school drop outs. They wander aimlessly around the park, randomly break out into histrionic "look, I'm acting!" skits with each other (and then clap for themselves! That's like a comedian laughing at his own fucking joke!), and inefficiently perform the rest of their park-related duties. I hate them with the white hot intensity of a million burning suns, to borrow a phrase.
Other than the freezing cold, brain-dead mobs, and 3.5 total rides, it was quite alot of fun. You know why? Beer. Yes, we all went into the closest bar, bought large amounts of dos equis and poured it into coke containers. By god, when it comes to sneaking around illicit substances, that's when human ingenuity rears its ugly, drunken head.
The beer acted as a sort of time dilation device. The observers' (i.e. myself and my friends-hereby known as "z") percieved movement over time (hereby refered to as "a/x") as being faster (<) than the other, non-drunken observers (hereby refered to as "q"). That, my friends, is known as Doc's theory of alcohol-induced time-dilation relativity. Trust me, it makes more sense when in similar circumstances as I was that night.
Unfortunately, I made the horrendous mistake of trying to scare my buddy's girlfriend during our walk through the "HAUNTED TRAIL OF SPOOKY DOOM"--as one of the douchebag employees told us while waving his hands around in what he assumed would be a dramatically impressive guesture, but really just looked as though he had temporarily lost all fine motor functions. A vampire who had lost all fine motor functions. An obese vampire who had lost all fine motor functions.
It was stupid, is what i'm trying to say.
Anyhow, I hid behind a barrel in the dark, jumped out, terrified my buddy and his girl and (much to my surprise) almost lost consciousness as the girlfriend wrapped her left hand around my neck and squeezed. I have never been so scared in my life. I have never encountered such a vise-like deathgrip in my life either. I still have a vaugly hand-shaped bruise around my neck, and it's been over a week.
Lesson learned: women are scary!
--HK_Newbie
(next time gking, i swear. But it has to be like this:
::phone rings::
Newbie: "Hello?"
Gking: "six flags, bitch. now."
Newbie: "Okay!"
(That's opposed to this)
::phone rings::
Newbie: "Hello?"
Gking: "let's schedule a six flags trip for sometime in the distant future with a bunch of people!"
Newbie: "Sure!"
::Hell freezes over::
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
7:55 PM - Guess Who?
3:28 AM - insomnia's new toy...
so i have a midterm in about 6 hours which i feel fairly prepared for though i don't know i can't seem to make myself care which is bad but oh well.
i found a new toy to play with on the internet!!
Devon Aoki 63%, M. Shadows 61%, Drew Fuller 58%, Alan Tam 58%, Natalie Imbruglia 56%, Vladimir Nabokov 54%, Samuel Fucking-Jackson 52%, Gillian Anderson 52%
Emmanuelle Beart 78%, Kurt Tucholsky 75%, Natalie Merchant 74%, Calista Flockhart 74%, Rupert Evertt 68%, Ethan Hawke 67%, Frankie Muniz 66%, Bridget Moynahan 66%
Jared Padalecki 73%, Aki Hakala 72%, Rod Stewart 72%, Fairuza Balk 71%, Halle Berry 70%, MATT STONE 68%, Leonardo DiCaprio 66%, Sylvester Stalone 62%...i guess i look manly...
Carson Daly 71%, Kim Hee-Sun 63%, Apolo Anton Ohno 63%, Caprice Bourret 62%, Josie Maran 62%, Condoleeza Rice 61%, Val Kilmer 60%, Patrick Swayze 59%
Oh and in case you picked up on the fact that Doc's was a round 2 (hence the name "Doc's Look-Alikes 2) here's the first set of Doc Look-Alikes:
And I prefer these look-alikes:
HAHAHA...
Whew. Well, this has been fun. The other 4MR contributors should do this too! I'm curious to see which celebrity is white and durrrty enough to look like Consultant.
4 more hours...i give up on sleep. time for a shower.
-CalamityJane
i found a new toy to play with on the internet!!
Devon Aoki 63%, M. Shadows 61%, Drew Fuller 58%, Alan Tam 58%, Natalie Imbruglia 56%, Vladimir Nabokov 54%, Samuel Fucking-Jackson 52%, Gillian Anderson 52%
Emmanuelle Beart 78%, Kurt Tucholsky 75%, Natalie Merchant 74%, Calista Flockhart 74%, Rupert Evertt 68%, Ethan Hawke 67%, Frankie Muniz 66%, Bridget Moynahan 66%
Jared Padalecki 73%, Aki Hakala 72%, Rod Stewart 72%, Fairuza Balk 71%, Halle Berry 70%, MATT STONE 68%, Leonardo DiCaprio 66%, Sylvester Stalone 62%...i guess i look manly...
Carson Daly 71%, Kim Hee-Sun 63%, Apolo Anton Ohno 63%, Caprice Bourret 62%, Josie Maran 62%, Condoleeza Rice 61%, Val Kilmer 60%, Patrick Swayze 59%
Oh and in case you picked up on the fact that Doc's was a round 2 (hence the name "Doc's Look-Alikes 2) here's the first set of Doc Look-Alikes:
And I prefer these look-alikes:
HAHAHA...
Whew. Well, this has been fun. The other 4MR contributors should do this too! I'm curious to see which celebrity is white and durrrty enough to look like Consultant.
4 more hours...i give up on sleep. time for a shower.
-CalamityJane
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