Closet Extremist

Stuff I've been neglecting.

First off, Harvey pointed me to this, and I have to say that I'm pretty pleased with my score.

I'm "More Eviler" than Harvey! WooT!

Via SDB there's this. The only problem with "realistic" War games such as this, is what will happen in the High Schools around the country. Instead of Columbine, we'll see things like The Debate Club turn into the UN, The boys in Shop will be the Marines, the "JD's" will be the terrorists (You tell me that blowing up a toilet with an M80 isn't an act of terrorism), Art Class will be the protestors, and the Drama Cub will be France. Would you send your kid's to a school like that?

Tiffany is having a little trouble with critters. She was having a little trouble telling what kind of aminal (not a typo) it was, but I could have told it was a s'kink'y.

Eric keeps asking me to come on over and shoot some pool at his place. After reading about the list of reprobates he has over there, I guess I'll have to go sometime soon. Sounds Damn entertaining. But then again, he's linking to videos of girls in the eight grade, so I'm not sure. Nah. It's fine. That girl is stacked!

Emma is apparrently a druggie and a cyborg. Although Pine Pollen is pretty nasty, I don't believe that it's worth it to you to implant parts by Intel (r) to combat it. I suggest you just quit breathing for a week or two, and you'll be fine. (Your mileage may vary)

Goldie is blogging like a girl. Feh. Just do what I do. Disappear for a couple of days, and come back with a linkfest. Wait. I don't know if it works yet, so take the week, and I'll let you know.

Bill has placed all three of my favorite sports below number one. I'd go up to him and give him a "big time talking to" but he doesn't like strangers, so oh well. I think maybe it's the ass-pimples that mess up his bowling approach, so that's why it's way toward the bottom.

This old bastard is in Costa Rica and I'm not. That is all.

Maura is getting all scientific and shit. Gotta love an edumacated chick. "Isopropyl Methylphosphonofluoridate" good lowered, now my head hurts. I hope it's not that stuff causing it. If I must wind up "cross-eyed and drooling" on my keyboard, I prefer it to be bourbon as the cause.

That's all for today kids. I'll catch you on the flip-flop.

Posted by Johnny - Oh at May 19, 2004 10:56 PM