This blog is a very tiny window into my blogging life. A narrow, frosted window; the kind you usually see at the dentist's office to shield from view the impending torture slowly deviating toward your mouth.

Unfortunately, most of my blogging content is too personal to put up publicly, and I feel bad because 99.9% of the people I mention it to won't ever have access to it. So I made a public blog. It has resulted in the debacle that is this account - a superficial outpouring in humorously obscure, skewed ways.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009





Friday, October 23, 2009


I just finished really studying mood and anxiety disorders.

Seeing a caring thought like this actually warms my heart.

Nursing: everything you see within its realm will change the world perspective for you.

Very bad, bad poety, last final, and woo nursing.

I have slept on the couches in the Student's Union Building (SUB) twice this week. I have pulled one all-nighter, and one semi-all-nighter for the end of my 6W1 finals. Showers are the greatest thing ever.

Why do I always do this shit to myself? Fucking procrastinating the hell out of everything related to school. Like, I'm supposed to be taking a full course load this year, but I managed to already take the required PoliSci, Philosophy, INT D, English, and two electives (Human Sexuality and Intimate Relationships) within the first two spring semesters of university. So I technically only have Research and my Nursing courses to contend with -- don't have to deal with the bullshit courses and shitty papers that my peers have to deal with (I ended up with a goldmine PoliSci prof at Grant MacEwan this spring).

Regardless, the week is finally over. I feel fairly good for all the finals that I wrote. It's funny, I pulled an all nighter for my first final and my mind was so slow that it literally took me at least 1 minute per question - to process and select an answer for each multiple choice question on the exam. I remember finishing the first 20 MC questions, and looking up at the clock - 24 minutes had gone by. I was like, "Jeeesssuuss, my mind is slow as fuck today."

But the funny thing is, as tired as I was, I left that exam fairly confident. I walked out and was talking to a couple of my friends, and some passing nursing students were definitely all about the "FML. I AM SO EFFED" comments.

Speaking of nursing, I did fairly dece on the Tutorial Assessment Guide (TAG) that each student is supposed to submit at the end of the class to determine a portion of your grade. You essentially pimp yourself out in this 3 page document to justify a mark you attempt to give yourself.

There are three sections - self directed learning, group process, and critical thinking. Each section is out of 4 - therefore, the entire thing is out of 12. However, if you don't want to be a complete douchebag and not have your tutor critically raise an eyebrow in the expression, "Hell no you don't," the most you're ever going to give yourself is a 3.5.

If you actually gave yourself a 4, you must be the new-age Florence Nightingale, or no one in your class liked you at all. I just think it's really aggravating to know that getting a 12/12 works so hard psychologically against you. You can't ever justify to yourself that "Oh man, I definitely deserve a 4" because you always know something you could have personally improved in yourself. If the tutor gave you a 4 on her own, you would be like, "Hell yeah, bitches! I'm the best." I ended up giving myself a 3.5 on the first two, and a 3 on critical thinking for the sake of modesty.

FOR THE SAKE OF MODESTY. lkjsakdjhsljg. The teacher approved it, and bam. There's my grade.

God, sometimes I really wonder if I would have been better off at Grant MacEwan. University now, thank you very much.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


WOW IS SCHOOL DONE YET? Clinical hasn't even started and I'm already slightly dreading it. Then again, everyone dreads clinical when it starts, and then the count down begins until its over. Needless to say, I will be super poor, due to the fact that I will not be working during the duration of the upcoming six weeks dedicated to application of nursing skill life.


I also noticed that the header for this blog is WRONG. And it has been wrong from day one. I am silly. It's not "seejackierun [at] blogspot [dot] com," but rather, "seejackierun [dot] blogspot [dot] com."

I'll pretend I'll never have noticed it so I can suppress the urge to Photoshop a new layout for this blog.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Hide and seek...

Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say?
Mmmm that it's just what we need
you decided this
whatcha say?
Mmmm what did she say?

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Computer Blues

I've been heavily researching laptops for the last month. A thread/note on facebook that I posted on personal inquiries about my friends' preferences in laptops and, most importantly, why they felt their choice was superior, is currently a 45+ reply quasi-heated debate mostly circulating around the benefits of MAC vs. PC. The timeless debate among the geeks.

I've decided to go with a Mac Book Pro - 13.3 inch laptop.

However, for the longest time, I considered picking up a netbook specifically for the reason of its reduced functionality. Mostly revolving around the reasoning that I wasted a shit load of time doing all the fancy shit my super-hard core 17.5" desktop laptop - that I was toting around on my scolitic back - could do.

Eventually it blew up because I abused it ridiculously... and my grades skyrocketed following its death.

I spent all of 2nd year doing all the material for my courses that needed a computer from a brand new 24" screen, Core 2 Quad 2.4GHz, 3GB RAM desktop PC (named Hitsugaya) at home. Needless to say, this baby also was an endless source of procrastination via videos, Photoshop, facebook.

Again, my grades were affected. Fucking technology.

So I heavily considered the netbook. They had caught my attention about three years ago, but they were so shitty then that they weren't really worth looking at. They gradually started getting a little better, and something that limited my work to only 1) Word, 2) internet, and 3) basic IM capabilities suddenly sounded appealing.

The fact that I can't plug into Photoshop for 5 hours doing mindless editing, or be tempted to PC gaming (although I've truly tried to avoid that altogether), and just have shitty RAM and a shitty graphics card seemed tempting. Strange, but that truly was my thought process.

all my geek-techno-gamer-nerd friends called my stupid for even considering a netbook. Thanks, guys.

Why? Because it was so shitty. And it's true. But that's what a sort of wanted to limit myself and prevent myself from getting into distracting, procrastinating shit that a more awesome laptop would allow me to do.

Unfortunately, a Mac Book Pro is about $1000 out of my budget (ie: I am so poor you don't want to see the balance on my bank account).

Why? Because my job at Tip Top Tailors is the first actual $/hour job I've had in three years (since STOKES, lollercaust). And I've only been there for about a month. And I refuse to mooch this off my parents. I'm trying to move away, not continue to be the overgrown leech festering off of them.

Also, through some way, shape or form (/cough MAC Cosmetics Invite Only Event), I managed to spend my entire first paycheck without realizing it.

So really, a $400 netbook is the best thing for me to consider for the moment. It's economical, logical, and the best choice for me to concentrate on if I am only buying a laptop with the purpose to help me through school.

HOWEVER. Within the next year or two, I will be making a Mac Book Pro purchase.

And it will be beautiful. ;)

Sort of related, but not really.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

The Sims 3

I've never been that intrigued by the SIMS (PC). The concept of creating and controlling the life and times of virtual characters has its novelty in the beginning, but I've never had the compulsive addiction or urge to immerse myself completely in creating and manufacturing a world of my choice that doesn't have any real impact on how my own life is carried out.

Mostly because I feel I'm too nice to my characters.

I like to make them the best they can be, make them hook up with as many people as I can, but feel fairly anxious when watch them set the kitchen on fire. In all actuality, I mostly prefer making and designing the characteristic traits, and putting as much shit as I can possible afford into the house -- but actually playing with the things? I get bored with them very easily.

I much prefer to read the enactments of others. Most lately, Alice and Kev, a girl and her ignorant father that live the life in the SIMS as homeless characters.

I laugh when I hear about my friend who stuck her SIM in a room with no windows and doors for days and made them cry, pee in the corner, and die in this godforsaken (can you be godforsaken in a virtual world?) concept.

Sure, I laugh. Then I question their psychological state of being.

I guess the reason I've never really gotten into the SIMS like I have with other video games is the lack of discernible plot. I prefer to test out the established stories and plot lines rather than create my own.

I guess that's why my interest in video game development has always been heavily emphasized on development and marketing. Assessing the quality of the game itself in terms of graphic and story line -- specifically, character development, plot line, plot holes, and fluidity of life parallels that you could possibly draw.

I find that an interesting conclusion about myself - as I've always loved to read and create story. I wonder why it doesn't translate to the same extent in a more 3-D environment...

On another note? Ben Heck. What a dreamboat.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Hey, Bastard. Believe me, I know.

What you have and know who know should not define who you are.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Holy shit, Mill Woods.

EDMONTON — An armed robber shot himself dead outside a Mill Woods liquor store Thursday morning after shooting and killing a worker at a nearby spa.

Police say the man entered the Bella Tonic spa on Millbourne Road at about 10 a.m., pulled out a handgun and demanded money. When an employee confronted him, the man fired the weapon, fatally wounding the employee.

Minutes later, the man appeared again at a liquor store five blocks away, said spokesman Jeff Wuite. He robbed the store and left by the front door. When he saw police outside he apparently shot himself.

Amanda Gill, an employee at Bella Tonic, arrived for work at 11:30 and was shocked to find police tape.

“I just got back from a trip last night,” she said. “It’s a good thing I didn’t start at 10.”

Gill said the salon has been owned by Nina Bains and her husband for about the last six years. It’s a family business, she said, and Bains’s husband and son work inside.

“I’m just in shock right now,” she said.

Tamara, who used to work at Bella Tonic, identified a woman crying outside as Nina Bains. Tamara asked that her last name not be used.

In the aftermath of the first shooting, two nearby schools were locked down.

More than 400 students at St. Elizabeth Elementary and St. Hilda Junior High were kept inside for about half an hour as police raced to secure the scene.

Students at the school will be sent home with letters explaining what happened, said Catholic School Board spokeswoman Lori Nagy.

The lockdown started at about 10:30 a.m. and was over by 11 a.m., Nagy said.

Workers at a nearby day care also locked their doors after the shooting.

“We were terrified and my heart is still thumping,” said Indira Saroya, the co-owner of Shiva Day Care. “How many innocent people have to die? My heart goes out to the family.”

Saroya said the 40 children inside the day care didn’t understand what was happening.

After the shooting, an injured man left the spa and staggered into the Medicine Shoppe pharmacy next door, said Gusharan Buttar, who was at the scene. Hours later police were still inside that store.

At Millbourne Liquor five blocks away, a forensics unit was examining the scene at around 1 p.m.

A table sat propped up in front of the entrance, blocking the view of the body still lying out front.

A security guard inside the nearby Safeway said a woman ran into the store at about 10:15 a.m. and told him police needed them to lock their doors right away.

Tactical officers soon appeared in the parking lot outside, said Andy Zayat.

“You could see them running around with the guns drawn,” he said. “They looked sort of confused.”

Police have only identified the dead men as adult males.

Mayor Stephen Mandel said his thoughts go out to the family of the slain man.

"We have become a violent society. You don't change violence overnight. You change it by dealing with families, youth, kids, fetal-alcohol problems," said Mandel, who created a task force last September that's due to come up with a 10-year plan for community safety by June.

"It's a long-reaching solution — the challenge is to change the violent nature of society."

Monday, March 30, 2009



Until clinical is done.


Sunday, March 8, 2009


They deserved it.

Week 7 Hip Hop Decathlon Challenge:

Required incorporation: 1) threading, 2) tutting, 3) waving, 4) housing and 5) krumping. They killed every single effing section, mannnnnn.

Hok's tutting section? D-trix's air flares on his elbows? Hirano tearing his shirt off?! Steve's hand-free backflip starting from a sitting Indian position? Oh, baby.

Special "OrQUESTra" dance:

Watch it while you can. Youtube moderators are a bitch.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

North Dakota givers legal rights to fertilized human egg.

A measure approved by the North Dakota House gives a fertilized human egg the legal rights of a human being, a step that would essentially ban abortion in the state.

Excuse me, my brain just EXPLODED. Like, I can't even think straight.

Can you say "can of worms?"

Because that's what this essentially opened up. A big fat can of ethical worms.

Only 60 points? Ghey.

Oh snap:

Bach - Cello Suite No.1 i-Prelude


Yo-Yo Ma:


Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The Internet is for Porn

Yesterday was the second day of the infamous Pirate Bay trial. This trial will set a certain precedence for the rights and circumstances circling around the infamous torrenting communities, and whether the RIAA, the ADV, the MPAA -you know, all those fun companies- have the right to sue the innards out of online torrent tracking sites, its associates, and certain contributers (run, aXXo, run!).

Honestly, I even don't really like pirates in theory. I enjoy certain stories surrounding them -hell, Pirates of the Caribbean was fantastic, no lie- but the pillaging, raping, and plundering was never really virtues I tended to raise as high in my life.

In the epic battle against Ninjas vs. Pirates, ninjas will kick their asses (I still remember the '100%' I got in high school on that essay...).

Man, pirates are still kicking around right now jumping cruise boats and seizing Ukranian cargo ships. You know, all that jazz.

But I digress. I meant to continue with the fact that really, the only pirates I dig are the ones in the Pirate Bay. So I find it fantastic to hear that 50% of the charges being filed against the site's operators are being dropped:

There has been high drama on the second day of the Pirate Bay trial. Due to serious shortcomings in the prosecution evidence, around 50% of the charges in the case are going to have to be withdrawn. The defense describes it as a ’sensation’, seeing half of the charges being dropped on the second day.

The flaw in the evidence was pointed out by Fredrik Neij (TiAMO), who requested to comment on Roswall’s explanation of how BitTorrent actually works. Fredrik said that the prosecution misunderstood the technology, and told the court that the evidence doesn’t show that the Pirate Bay’s trackers are used.

This has resulted in prosecutor HÃ¥kan Roswall having to drop all charges relating to “assisting copyright infringement”, so the remaining charges are simply ‘assisting making available’. “Everything related to reproduction will be removed from the claim,” he said.

The defense was happy to see that already half of the charges were dropped during the morning session of the second day. “This is a sensation. It is very rare to win half the target in just one and a half days and it is clear that the prosecutor took strong note of what we said yesterday,” said defense lawyer Per E Samuelson.

What rocks is this line:
“EPIC WINNING LOL,” Peter himself later commented on Twitter.
What kills me laughing is the fact that the prosecution had over 2 years to prepare for this case in gathering evidence. You'd think they'd last longer than one day. This is a consensus statement said by many following this trial.

I mean, despite the enormity of their implication in file distribution, it really seems that TPB will end off laughing this whole thing off and pay a "smack on the wrist" fee of a few thousand dollars, instead of the heavily implied hundreds of millions it's unintentionally(?) taken away from corporations and their legal affiliations.

1. Pirate Bay update: 50% of charges already dropped on second day of trial - -pirate-bay-dropped-090217/.

2. 3rd day of trial: "
If I have all this money they claim, someone has apparently stolen it from me” -

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Back to the Basics

You cannot fully understand the bigger concepts unless you have a solid foundation.

Fundamentals, fundamentals, fundamentals.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The Flash - Neil Patrick Harris?

The overabundance of the Scarlett Speedster in all my internet related anythings lately make this post ridiculously themed. The Flash may be played by the illustrious villain of Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along-Blog, a Mr. Neil Patrick Harris.

The thought both excites and scares me.

He's not really buff enough to play the Wally West (or if you prefer Jay Gerrick, Barry Allen or Bart Allen). His face, sure, I can imagine it. The attitude, I bet he could pull off really well too.

But as many a commenter has already said in regards to this, look at Jake Gyllenhaal. He has somehow managed to pull off [at least looking] like an amazing "The Prince," now dubbed "Dastan," from video game series, Prince of Persia. When I had first heard about Gyllenhaal's role last year, I was like, "Well, fuck. There goes another possibly awesome movie turned to shit."

But then I saw those photos. And hot damn.

There's a giant "ehhhh..." skepticism that clouds my judgment on how well the film overall could be pulled off.

The only saving grace seems to be Batman. The Dark Knight totally redeemed all the shitty/subpar/not-really-awesome comic book and/or video game movies that have come out in the past few years.

I can only imagine what the upcoming Street Fighter movie is going to turn out to be like...

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Mario Medley - Swing Version

Wow, I think my soul just rose a few inches out of my body for a second there listening to this.

Swing and ragtime amazingness from:
0:25 to like 1:25.
From 2:25 to 3:40.
4:00 to 4:30.
4:48 to 5:11.
5:58 to 6:54
7:03 to 8:00.
8:40 to 8:52.

But the whole thing is fucking awesome. Best thing since Martin Leung.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Joke of the Day

1: What's the difference between camping and molestation?

2: Uhh... I don't know.

1: Well, since you don't know... You wanna go camping this weekend?

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Phelps and Marijuana.

What a bunch of crap. Micheal Phelps smoked marijuana. Big fucking deal.

This guy can still swim laps around you, and is a million times more physically fit than most can even claim to be at such a young age.

Police are trying to charge him for smoking weed? The house wives of America are crying because their child's idol submitted to one of the biggest common day peer pressures? Come on.

In the words of Phil de Franco, if you believe your kid hasn't smoked pot, they're either lying, or the most perfect child in the world.

Would the press be freaking out if they saw Phelps smoking a cigar or chugging back a beer? No.

Marijuana is less addictive for the human body than alcohol and cigarettes. I'm not saying that it doesn't lower the sperm count and addle the brain cells (which it does), but weed is something that most people don't smoke every day of their lives. Only a small minority actually do smoke pot every day (in Canada, at least).

There is significantly more scientific evidence that shows alcohol and cigarettes having severely more detrimental side effects on the human body than pot ever has. For crying out loud, booze and cigarettes are leading risk factors for the top killing diseases and medical ailments running rampant in the North American population -- stroke, COPD, cardiovascular diseases (heart related problems), liver and lung cancers -- just to name a few.

How many billions of dollars world wide to you think goes to treat the diseases that occur as a result of smoking?

Just to put in in perspective, heart disease and stroke costs the Canadian economy more than $18 billion every year in physician services, hospital costs, lost wages and decreased productivity (Heart and Stroke, 2009). In the states, it costs the economy greater than $40 billion per year (McCance and Huether, 2006).

What do you think the medical causalities of pot smoking are in proportion to this?

This isn't a "legalization of pot" support post, but I just think everyone is blowing everything out of proportion.

He's young, smokin' hot, and has the most lovely tattoo near his... uhh, nevermind.

So, he smoked pot. He's like, 24. It's not like he was about to compete in an Olympic event the next day. The media just needs to chill the frick out.

Side note: Kellogg's dropped Phelps for endorsement due to this incident. Boycott.

Police try to charge Phelps:

Kellogg cuts ties with Phelps for continued edorsement:

Phelps admits to smoking pot:

Citations [APA, bitches]:

McCance, K. & Huether, S. (2006). Pathophysiology: the biological basis for disease in adults and children (5th ed.). St. Louis, MI: Elseview Mosby


Just because you don't agree with something, never limit the opportunity to explore the mindset of the opposition.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009


Hello, Halloween 2009 inspiration:

Eminem's Relapse

I've been listening non-stop to Eminem for the last few days, in quiet anticipation of his album that's apparently due to hit the shelves next month. If a person could ever be physically embodied--heart and soul--with just the use of words and music, it may as well be Eminem.

I love literature. I love words; the power written verse can have. English is the one subject that is effortless for me. I can get lost in a book, searching for subtle symbolism and analogies that perhaps the author didn't even intend for. For my university English class, I pulled entries from my blog, made minor revisions, and handed them in as essays. I got As on all of them.

I remember in high school, my English teacher mentioned how some poet named Seamus Heaney had praised Marshall Mathers III, naming him to be one of the best upcoming poets of the century.

I didn't really think much about it, until I read a magazine a couple months later. It had featured an article on Seamus Heany, a Nobel Prize winner in Literature.

Then I stole my brother's CDs and really started listening to this guy. I was blown away.

I won't pretend that I can relate to some of the personal shit Eminem has included in his discography. To do that would be insulting, both to him and the people that have been in the shoes his words portray. Some of the stuff he talks about is over my head, to a point. I don't understand the context, haven't looked into the double meanings. Or never will experience.

But that's okay.

What I can do, however, is appreciate. Bask in the shadow of the portraits that many of his songs paint. I have, right now, his complete discography from 1997-2004 -- the year his best friend, his hype man, was murdered (shot three times in the head and chest). So he withdrew into himself and turned into a recluse, and he supposedly irrevocably fell out of the media spotlight.

Clearly, the music press has changed its tune in the past few months, since his statement back in October '08 that he was releasing a new album called Relapse. It's been pushed back a few times, but I can honestly say that it is one of the top things in 2009 that I'm looking forward to.

This guy is a lyrical genius. Apparently, as a kid, he read the whole dictionary in search of words he could use for rhyme in rap battles. He read the f*cking dictionary. I don't know how much you know about Detroit, coupled with the environment he was raised in as a kid. Reading the dictionary wouldn't have been one of my past times if I was in a similar situation. But regardless, it probably was the foundation that gave him the vocabulary of a modern day Greek Muse.

So, yes. Eminem. Relapse.

Hopefully, by the end of it all, we can all be wholeheartedly singing, "Guess who's back?"


Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Why Spelling is Important

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Guitar Hero: World Tour Guitar Eats Batteries for Breakfast

What a bitch. This is the third time since December 28, 2008 (the day I bought the set) that I've had to change my batteries for the World Tour guitar that came with the complete band set. Is it the fact that's its powering that (ridiculous) tapping pad for the solos in the middle of the guitar? I'm going to have to pick up one of those super efficient rechargeable battery sets if they die again.

It's been like a fricken month (not even). They're Energizer, so it's not like the batteries are from the dollar store.

Okay, so that guitar is sometimes played on expert level for six hours at a time. Big deal. The original guitar from the PS3 Guitar Hero III set has only had its batteries changed once since I got it (and that guitar has played more than Max Tucker).

I'm just saying. Judging from its energy usage, this guitar wasn't designed with battery longevity in mind. Which sucks balls.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Hey, God. Thanks for the mono.

Someone I know recently got mono from their partner, and it led my thoughts wandering during church this morning. I recently just got over a cold, and was very conscious of not drinking from the communion cup in order to prevent spreading the virus (although, I usually don't go for it anyway if my family/I aren't the first group of people drinking from it).

It made me wonder if most people put physical restrains on themselves to receive the coveted "blood of Christ."

I mean, how many people who have the cold, or oral herpes, or mono drank from that cup today, do you think? Did the priest/helpers wash their hands very well before handing out the crackers (ie: the host), as my Sikh friend so eloquently put it once? Soap and water washing for less than 20 seconds without vigorous friction isn't that effective. Hey, I did that GlitterBug experiment!

And this someone-I-know-that-got-mono's boyfriend (I swear, that's not code for "I'm trying to pretend it's not me") doesn't know where he got it from. If it were anyone else talking, I would say they were full of crap, but I sort of believe him. They're sort of certain that he got it at the bar somehow after drinking from a less-than-clean shot glass.

(Note: Never drink straight outta high ball glasses etc. from the bar as a general rule. Always use those straws. You never know what shit can get passed around. --> I'm wary of Jager bombs.)

Which brings us back to the communion cup, and how many people around the world may have been infected by one at a point in their life.

Unless, you know, God intervenes somehow.

Thursday, January 22, 2009


This is what I did to my face for Halloween 2008:

Someone wants to pay me to do similar make up for their wedding.


Strange? Or did the musical Cats suddenly become a popular theme during wedding receptions?

PS: No pluggage, just questioning human reason to a point. I'm a far cry from being a fantastic make up artist. I've seen far better make up artists than my amateur self.

Language Curb

I guess my goal this year is to tone down my language. Not my presumptuous vocabulary mind you, but rather the profanity. It's not really that becoming, and while I regress to a litany of f*cks, sh*ts, d*mns, "f*ck me running"s and clusterf*cks when my mood really becomes riled, it's really something I want to get rid off. It was a nasty habit to begin with, and only really came back in full force after hanging around some silly brown kid (/coughjasminder) at the beginning of the semester and all that mental work and prep the summer beforehand flew out of the window.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Obsessions from 2008 that Need to Be Put Down with a Gun

  • I will admit that Twilight is a decent book series. It has a plot line that makes sense (except for that effed up pregnancy in the 4th book - bad move, Meyer), characters that uh, develop, sort of, and an interesting cast within the book.
  • The movie sucked, but it had its entertainment value.
  • But if you've ever read fanfiction, this series is basically a big fat fanfiction series. I get that the characters are appealing as most teens probably have never been exposed to that genre of novella before, but it's fanbase should generally be from the preteen to teen level. When I see 35 year old women hot for Edward Cullen, there's something sort of wrong in the world. Then again, who am I to talk? I fully support 50 year old geezers that love comic books.
  • Really, when it comes down to it though, overly exuberant Twilight fangirls piss me off. As a fangirl for many other things, for me to say that is sort of hypocritical. But then again, I hate overly exuberant fangirls for other genres as well. Exuberant I can deal with -- the cosplay, the shrines, the half-hearted stalking of actors/voice actors. "Overly exuberant" is what I classify women who contemplate attaching metal limbs onto themselves because they love Full Metal Alchemist.
  • I'm not one to hate on the literature though. I fully support the Twilight fanbase as reading this series can capapult others into the world of literature, reading, and fanfiction; three things I love and will never stop loving. But the fact is Twilight is not the shit; it is merely a morsel of fecal contamination. If you want some awesome "the shit" books, go read some Anne Rice or something. There are way better vampire books out there.


  • I once spent an entire afternoon listening to guys make penis jokes. Believe me, vagina jokes only go so far as well.
  • My advice is for you to Google some jokes that reference things in history, cinema, or literature. Not only will it make you feel self important that you can reference Ophelia's drowning to relate some sad romance you know going on with your friend, but everyone else who understands will think of you as an intellectual.
  • Disclaimer: ration these jokes only for when the need arises. The overuse of such jokes only has the tendency to have others label you as "GIANT DOUCHBAG".
  • Note: The use of word "lollercaust" only goes so far.


  • If you use it in every sentence, you're really gay. Stop denying it, and embrace it. I have a friend, and he's single.

Friday, January 16, 2009

No, gramma, noooooooo~!

zomgz fail.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

The Flash - Quotes and Honors

New layout featuring The Flash. =) How punny (insert Filipino accent/literary humor).

I was watching that episode of Justice League where Flash ends up in Lex Luthor's body in The Great Brain Robbery. Oh man, always makes me laugh. Thus, this layout was born.

And in honor of this momentous occasion, a series of quotes featuring the one and only during that episode:

Luthor: [In Flash's body, runs up to a mirror] If nothing else, I can at least learn the Flash's secret identity. [Removes Flash's cowl, revealing the face of Wally West] ...I have no idea who this is.

[The Flash (in Lex Luthor's body) walks out of a bathroom stall.]
Doctor Polaris: Ahem.
Flash-in-Lex: What?
Doctor Polaris: You gonna wash your hands?
Flash-in-Lex: No! 'Cause I'm evil!

Bizarro: [Raises his hand] Me got answer.
Flash-in-Lex: Ah, excellent. Do enlighten us.
Bizarro: Ever since you plug into monkey's head, you act perfectly sane and rational. Am you Bizarro's mommy?

Tala: Just rest in here.
[pulls "Lex" into a closet]
Flash-in-Lex: Hey - that's not restful.

Flash-in-Lex: My fellow bad-guys. I, Lex Luthor -your leader- will speak now about... my, Lex Luthor's, plan. My... villainous, villainous plan. Question the plan at your peril!, any questions?

Flash-in-Lex: You, evil-head guy! What's your part in this plan?
Evil Star: I'm not in the plan.
Flash-in-Lex: :[pause] Right! Pop quiz! Everyone tell me his or her part in the plan.

Flash-in-Lex: Lex Luthor is pleased.

Lex-in-Flash: Attention! The man you think is Luthor is actually a Justice Leaguer disguised as me. Repeat: he is not Luthor.
Flash-in-Lex: ...I, Lex Luthor, find that preposterous.

Green Lantern: It sounds like Wally, but is there any way to be sure?
Flash: You want proof? Until he went off into the Marines, GL's nickname was-
Green Lantern: Stop! It's him. Man, you promised never to repeat that story!
Flash: I know, I was just messing with your head.

Mister Terrific: Well, can you tell us anything about Grodd's Secret Society? Where's the headquarters?
Flash: I don't know. In a swamp?

Tala: Lex? Is that really you?
Lex Luthor: Of course it's me, you twit.
Tala: [Disappointed] Oh.

[standard rule of netique, bitch; quote your sources]

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Some Things are Better Left Unsaid (or in this case, Unsung)

So, I finally got around to watching Mamma Mia for the first time today (much to the dismay of my brother who groaned loudly when I told him we are renting it this time, thank you very much) -- and I've come to the conclusion that Pierce Brosnan should not sing in musicals.


Ughhhh. /wriggles ears uncomfortably.

Don't get me wrong, he's a terrific actor. He's not even that terrible of a singer, really. But... he should limit his vocal talents to that of talking and moaning during sex, etc. He's an amazing on screen kisser though, I realized while watching this. Like, dammmnnnn. In James Bond, he's a terrific visual kisser, but I thought that was only due to the sexual overtones that basically drip off that MI6 agent (although I've never really had a thing for chest hair). But no, he's just a really good on screen kisser.

Anyway, an example of his voice: