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I decided posting music videos I've never seen, to songs I used to listen to, would be funny. Blogs are stupid so I can. Most likely, you've heard the songs too.















Turns out I like a lot of 2 Ulimited. This last one had to be the most played song ever for me back in the day. I'd constantly be playing it, and play basketball on my mini hoop. When the song was over, pressed rewind, played it again.

Google, Buzz Off

is doing a lot of cool things, but Buzz is not one of them. Sorry Google, it's shitty, and you're way behind other time gobbling "Listen to what I'm thinking about right now" sites. Bam! That's ironic. This time Ryan, I know it's a sure thing. If you want to get rid of Buzz, there's a good site to take a look at. Only now did I realize that my title is not original at all, and in fact it was most likely plagiarized by my subconscious. Glad to not have Facebook anymore, and never tried to be a Twitterer, Tweeter, whatever they want to be called. For the record, I don't know anyone that Tweets, and I am very thankful. One can only assume that people that twitter are desperately seeking some form of connection to other people that is not being fulfilled in real life. I'm looking at you Joe.

This week has been kind of eerie. It's been eight years to the day that I moved from this house up to Edmonton. I have accomplished nothing in this time except for successfully getting older. Let's check similarities of the situations.

My financial status is approximately within $200 of when I started out at 17.
I still have no job
Still have no faith in people
Haven't learned how to do anything
Still immature, and still hang out with immature people
Moving to Edmonton with no idea what the fuck is going to happen

That's quite a short list. I didn't (And won't) give it much thought. Though I came up with two things that truly have changed in that time. I used to believe that smoking, drinking, and doing drugs were stupid decisions made by stupid people. I now believe that smoking, drinking, and doing drugs are stupid decisions made by people just trying to bare each day on this miserable planet. I'm okay with making stupid decisions. In fact, I might just be prodigious.

The second thing that has truly changed? I no longer believe God exists. I used to hate church, and Christians, but had always maintained that God must exist. I don't know how better to describe it than to say I believed God was there, but I wasn't going to go worship him at a church, or in my mind before going to sleep.

I think most people would agree that those two things that I noted having changed, are probably not the only things, and I'll give you that. It's all I could come up with for now.

Oh Olympics, you're hilarious. I watched the opening ceremonies today, which may come as a shock to most since the only people that really want to watch that are the 60,000 plus at the venue, but I was multitasking. As these countries walked in, I couldn't stop thinking about all the conflicts and wars going on all around the world. It just seemed like this Olympic spirit they were trying really hard to project wasn't having the desired effect on me that they would have hoped I guess. This facade of everyone in the world setting aside their differences and singing kumbaya (As O'Leary would say) was epitomized when they showed Harper. He cracks me up. For some reason he reminds me of a Ken Doll. We send him to other countries on diplomatic missions and they play around with him and laugh at him with his goofy hair. It's official, it's late and things are spiraling. Going to continue this tomorrow when I'm thinking clearly and have successfully watched the Google presentation on CBC. I want to know why workers of Google are leaving it to compete with it damnit!

Okay, watched the Google show on Doc Zone and it was awesome. I really want to work for Google, and I'm sure that's why they agreed to do the special. They get over a million applications a year. That's 2739 applications a day. They also think that in 300 years that can have all the information in the world on their servers lol. They also stick true to their motto "Don't be evil". They talked about some things that they were going to do, but turned down because that's what an evil company would do haha.

Arsenal always cheat to beat us. Chelsea always cheat to beat us. Man United always cheat to beat us. We won't win a title until we can cheat to beat them. Soccer is a terrible sport when you really think about it. It's not about which teams are better, but rather how many breaks your team has gotten over the season. Too many deciding factors outside of the players control. This particular picture was taken during our 1-0 loss to Arsenal this weekend. Yes, the ball hits Fabredouches arm right on the 18 yard line. Penalty? No penalty? Still should have been a free kick at least. What's interesting is earlier in the game Liverpool players were warned that if their hands came above their waste they would get a yellow card. Did you know Prem refs make a crapload of money? 30,000 to 60,000 pounds a game. It's crazy considering how shitty they are. Can't wait for the first AI ref who doesn't give in to crowding and persuasion.

Good first post. Nah, boring. I'll try harder next time.

Neg

We start this massive text off with a bang, I'm learning something new! I've decided to finally just get on it and learn the standard. I never want to be one of those people in an emergency situation where a friend breaks their leg and they say "Here's my keys, we need to go to the hospital" and my response is "Awww. You know what, it's actually really funny, I was going to learn how to drive standard but didn't".

I went out driving with my Dad, and it was a complete disaster. Actually, disaster would probably be a car crash, so I'll ratchet this down a notch and say it was not a pleasant experience. Basically, when it comes to driving lessons with my Mom or Dad I assume my Mom would be the worst to go with, and my Dad would be the best because of personality clashes. As it turns out, it's totally the opposite. When my Mom was teaching me to drive back in the day (Okay, not really that long ago considering I got my license in 2008) she was actually really good at explaining what I needed to know, and was perfectly calm (RARE Alert!). Anyways, my Dad is a different story, the normally calm, reserved guy turns into a rambling spastic creature. The most notable thing that happened was a block from my house,the dreaded hill with a car behind. Long story short, I stalled like 7 or 8 times in a row and the guy behind me didn't go by me, and my Dad turned into "Stuttering Stanley" as I called him which I believe is from some movie I like. Anyways, it was ridiculous, and when I go to the house I stalled in pulling into the garage as did my classic quit move. "Fuck it. I'm done. You park it" and got out and on my way noticed the car smoking haha. I was so giddy after my rage passed though and me and my Dad had a really good laugh as I made fun of him for turning into Stanley (And no, for the record my Dad does not stutter).

That was boring, I know, that's why I've put this comical interlude in (I think that's the term)

Urban Sprinting - The funniest videos clips are here

Negs Speed Smoking - Click here for funny video clips

I would use YouTube, but as many of you know lot's off asshole users are taking away the embed part so that you have to go to the site and visit their channel or whatever bullshit and boost them in their YouTube ranks or something. Incredibly lame, so I'm using other sites now, deal with it. Anyways, Neg has a bunch of good videos, and Brian was the one who made me aware of him. Another one to check out is "My Ball"

First day of handing out snow shoveling flyer went super great! I stayed up all night last night because I couldn't stop thinking about how nervous I was to be doing it. This experience of going to people's houses without a costume on made me fully aware that I'm fucked up in the head and at some point I'm going to need to address this stuff in some form. To sum up, I hit about 70 houses, and have no callbacks thus far which I'm kind of relieved about actually. I feel like I've dodged some kind of bullet, and I'm thinking "What the hell were you thinking?" about this whole situation.

That brings me to the next portion of this torturous post (I really can't believe anyone would read this fully. There's always a part of me that wonders if I'm being made fun of in the same way I've made fun of people in the past. Karma!). I think I've got serious commitment issues. I think that's my main problem with this thing, because I'd be responsible and couldn't just drop everything. I'm locked into these contracts for however many months, and uggghhhh. God I hate talking about this. Next.

My life is very similar to the Matrix. I interact with two people, all the time, and that's it. Those are the only people I talk to ever face to face. Then I venture out on excursions to stores and stuff, and that's when I'm in the Matrix. All these random people who I'll never talk to, most I won't interact with, and lot's I won't even notice. Bizarre. I really do feel like I'm in some pointless computer generated world that lack's realistic A.I. and A.E. Nothing I do or say matters, and consequently nothing anyone else does or says matters. I don't think I'm the only one living inside my own head, others are just better at pretending.

Sense of style? I don't have it. I was thinking today, that it's going to be impossible for me to adapt as the years roll by. At some point, I'm going to be incredibly outdated, and someone will say something rude but accurate about it.

Quitting communication entirely. Eric said the other day that this was his dream. I couldn't remember if he was talking about presently or something he'd hope for more down the road but it got me to thinking. I've been completely unreachable at points in my life, but those conditions were generally forced upon me by some landlord's negligent attitude towards power bills. How about doing it because I can, and want to? I'm seriously entertaining the idea of going back to limited, or not communication. I feel a lot happier when I don't have to be thinking about people or things, and I can just exist here and be entertained by myself. I want to make a list of sites I use that I'd need to cut in order to have "No comms", that's the Gold in me.

Gmail
Facebook
Popmundo (Or, as my Dad likes to call it "Pomp-a-doo" haha)
ESPN Football

I think the only one that's really difficult is the football one seeing as the season isn't done and no one likes a quitter. Popmundo would be the second hardest because of the time and money I've put into it. Gmail would be hard just because of that "What in case?" factor, but we all know that never happens anyway right? Facebook... Yeah, cut. I'll probably deactivated as always and return eventually because that's what we do.

For now, I'm changing this blog name and place. Reason being, it's incredibly lame, and I have no idea why I thought "Fucked up poet" would be cool. Song inspires the next one.

Arguing

This is the funniest thing that's happened to me in a long time. I got to argue with some douche writer for Soccernet, and is the Liverpool correspondent apparently. I have no idea how this guy is the correspondent for Liverpool, let alone a writer on any website. It all started when I read this from his post (To those who are not familiar with Liverpool, this is a pointless post to be reading).

"It' is amazing to me how many emails I get from you so called supporters criticizing Rafa. People have short memories, or perhaps they have only started supporting us after those 6 minutes in 2005, but we were a very y poor side and didn't' expect to qualify for the knock out stages of the champions league every season. Rafa has raised expectations so great it is difficult to match them. He has made some decisions in the transfer market that have not worked out, see Ryan Babel and Dossena but in my opinion he is still the main man. If we can just stick behind him and this crop of players I think we can turn it around." - Kevin Brodie

"That was 2005 you moron. We're supporters who care about the team and want to see success. He subbed Benayoun and got booed because he's a moron as well. I was elated we lost yesterday because I thought "Thank God, now they'll fire him surely". 4 years is long enough to try and do something with a team, it's time for him to move on".

"Any supporter that ever wants us to lose (except for when Blackburn came to Anfield) is not a supporter. You have a short memory.

so do us all a favor and please fuck off" - Kevin Brodie

"I can't believe you're on Soccernet you fucking wanker. It's not about having a short memory, it's about asking what the fuck has Benitez done since 2005, absolutely nothing. Sure, he brought Torres, and that's fantastic, but he's bought shit, made shitty decisions, and we're dropping like a rock. You're a fucking moron."

Good times. I eagerly await this guys response.

Hello Vancouver

At the bottom of this post, there is a Youtube video. Press play, and read this post. It'll make it a lot more exciting haha.


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This is the weirdest morning I can recall. I walked outside this morning, and couldn't help but notice the foggy rain going on. "It's Vancouver this morning!" I exclaimed to myself. What a pleasant surprise in an otherwise dull run of the mill week. If I could move anywhere right now, it would definitely be back to Vancouver.

This image on the left is nuts. From the looks of it, the Google van came by in the spring before my Dad had made any insane alterations to the yard. Have fun and play with it, this technology is crazy, and quite scary actually. Picking up the little man in the bottom right and moving him anywhere and having the street view is the craziest. You might need to make it the large image to do so. I'm not one to normally be paranoid, but if I already thought of a way to use this as a criminal. Go street by street searching really sweet neighborhoods for nice houses and cars. Sure, the images aren't real time, but chances are those houses and cars may still be there and worth going to check out. I however love using it to find places I used to live that I can't really remember what they look like, or better yet how they look now. I tried to take a look at Pete's original Real Estate Tycoon house on 106 st and 95st and couldn't manage to see an image, but I'm sure that's the most changed place. Perhaps Google doesn't want to show shitty neighborhoods, and just avoided it lol.

Actual conversation I had last week with someone I've never spoken to before.

"Hello, who's this"
"Ian"
"Oh you must be Dave's kid"
"Yep"
"I'm Frank Morris, a friend of Charlie's I guess he'd be your Dad's Dad"
"Yep, that he is"
"Well do you know how to reach him?"
"Yep definitely"
(Boring exchange of numbers)
"Well thank you Ian"
"No problem"
"I've known Charlie for 50 years. Well, I don't want to hold you up. I've got an old Atlas here from 1940's, and it says Calgary's population was sixty thousand"
"Oh really? That's interesting" <--Didn't want to be in a conversation at the time
"Yep, and Red Deer had about eight thousand"
"Oh cool"
"Well, thanks Ian. I'll talk to you soon"
"Okay see you"

Now the conversation seems relatively short, but you must remember this guy Frank is really old, I'm impatient about smoking, and time is a factor. Each word was lingered upon like it was going to be his last. In the end, really funny. I thought to myself "Not many people say how they don't want to bother you, then proceed to bother you without so much as a hint of wanting the conversation to continue".


I think if anyone took the time to think about what my opinion on art would be, they would say "He's not into it. He thinks it sucks". That's not entirely true. I think that most of the art I'm exposed to sucks. I believe that there is stuff that blows my mind out there, like this photo, but it's just not all that common to have really crazy artists in Alberta. If you were truly wanting to be an artist, would you ever consider Alberta to be your place for inspiration? I highly doubt it.

I really fucked up my neck, and many of you can probably relate as it turns out. This has happened to me a few times in my life, but really isn't common place for me. I was in the shower, and randomly tilted my head back into the water, and bam, my neck was effed up since then. Turns out it's called "Wry Neck". Here's a way more descriptive explanation of what it is from some medical site.

"The patient complains of neck pain and is unable to turn his head, usually holding it twisted to one side, with some spasm of the neck muscles, with the chin pointing to the other side. These symptoms may have developed gradually, after minor turning of the head, after vigorous movement or injury, or during sleep The pain may be in the neck muscles or down the spine, from the occiput to between the scapulae. Spasm in the occipitalis, sternocleidomastoid, trapezius, splenius cervicis, or levator scapulae muscles can be the primary cause of the torticollis, or it can be secondary to a slipped facette, herniated disc, or viral or bacterial infection. "

If you understand that last part, you must be a nurse. What a boring post today, but that's why the awesome music had to be implemented. I felt like I had to after seeing Ryan dominate his page with no less than three posts in this six day absence. Nice work dude!

Oh Shit

So I drink to stay warm,
and to kill selected memories,
cause I just can’t think anymore about that or about her tonight.
and I give myself three days to feel better,
or else I swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff,
cause if I can’t learn to make myself feel better,
how can I expect anyone else to give a shit?

Bright Eyes - If Winter Ends

It hasn't been a good week. Prior to Thanksgiving, I didn't sleep very well at all. I attribute most of the lack of sleep to me focusing on the negatives aspects of getting together with family. I'm sure many people could draw their own comparisons from this post to their own lives. I was worried mostly about people asking me things, about how I am, or what I'm up to. This is a normal fear for me when being around large groups, but at least with large groups of strangers I'm comfortable with reacting poorly to someone's stupid comment, or rude interaction with me (You might be thinking about how I've touched on this already, and you're right, I have).Anyways, the weekend went smoothly, and things were fine with all the parties I had anticipated problems with, but then Monday came. I ended up stopping over at my Grandparents house with my cousins to drop off a pie, and the warm reception quickly turned to a bomb being set off in my heart. The fallout however stayed internal, I assume being caged by my mind's knowledge that anything other would just resultin really awkward family dynamics. My Grandpa basically decided to be extremely rude to me, and it's definitely the first time this kind of thing has ever happened to me, and I was totally offguard. At least my cousin Dan was there to witness it, so I could at least relish in the knowledge that it wasn't just me that thought it was uncalled for. He basically said (In my polite synopsis) that he didn't believe me that I was really looking for work. In the past, this wouldn't have bothered me much, because it would have been true. This modern me however, has been trying fucking hard to turn his life into something worth living. Long story short, I went home stunned and incredibly dejected. I didn't know what the fuck to do, and after several hours of painful thinking, sleep finally subjected me to it's will.

Speaking of awful shit, I found a CD that dug up a bunch of shit from the past, and of course my self destructive nature took me over and I listened to it for quite a few days until finally throwing it in the trash. Not before making it a playlist endearingly titled "Fuck you" on my I-Pod. I can't let things go. I don't know how regular people do it. They say time heals everything, but I think there should be a time limit on that theory because it's years and years after and I still think a lot about it.

I've given myself a week to figure shit out. If I can't figure it out, I'm going to quit. At this point, the outlook is not great for it being anything other than normal week of shitty existence. I don't know what quitting exactly entails, but I've got a great idea. In fact, that reminds me.

I think I was meant to be a criminal, but just never got drafted and have subsequently fallen through the cracks of the crime league (I'm sure that's what they call it). These snow-shoveling contracts got me thinking how easy it would be to make a lot of money illegally. Simply get a disposable phone, send out flyers to as many houses as you want city wide, collect money, leave town and start your scam in a new town. Many people prefer to pay once for the whole winter, so they don't get hassled by you every month. Plus, how many people are going to report this? Even if it was 5 people, you think there would be enough for any kind of authority to go on? Doubt it. They'd never know the true magnitude of your scam.

TV Episode

It's exactly that, nothing more, nothing less. There's some pretty exciting stuff in here, and you'll be glad to know that it's like having a movie day at school. You know there will be a little bit of work, but at least you get to watch a movie.

First off, a question is posed, who is more deserving of a "Most Irritating" award. Jimmy Fallon or Amir and Streeter from Pranked. My vote is Amir and Streeter, it's actually impossible for me to listen to them speak during their little interlude's between clips on their show. I started muting their sections, but after a while you can't stand to even look at them. I really enjoyed their Youtube video's of pranking each other, but their attempt at TV is just awful. There's actually a prank on Amir on the net where they say Amir is really bad, and kick him out of these shots for some show, and he get's really upset. Well, he actually is just THEE WORST. Look up "Pranked" if you don't believe me and try to bare it. Jimmy Fallon is equally irritating to me, but at least hearing him speak doesn't cause the ears to want to detach from the head. With him, it's more likely that he'll cause the heart to feel bad for him, and my brain to think "My God. How is he still on TV". The good news about both situations is that I can just choose not to watch them! Yay!


This is the greatest comedy I can think of on TV that's not a cartoon. Well, it was on TV, but the guy that plays all the main characters and writes and directs it decided to move on to bigger and better things. I'm looking into them as I speak. This is a small clip of one of the characters named "Jonah".









Young Marble Giants - Colossal Youth

I'll save myself some time, and not post the tracklisting, but it's 25 songs long! Anyways, I listened to half of it, deciding that I had the jist of this CD covered. Every song on the album was slow, same pacing, and the vocals not that great. I see from wikipedia that it was made in the 80's, but I definitely didn't notice, but makes sense why it's not that great. I mean, the 80's, to make good music all you had to do was release it, the drugs did the rest. This album is on the delete list. One down, and I'm sure many to come.

They'll Teach Animals English Someday

This day's entry is a journey. I'd apologize, but I really don't care. Read as much as little or as much as you please, just keep one thing in mind, your own comfort.

This is the greatest story I've heard in a while. I saw this on TV today, and thought others might be missing out if I didn't post about it. So in the beginning, these three guys (That antagonists) are fighting some random guys, and end up walking away really pleased with themselves. Then they walk past some Drag Queens (Protagonists), and then turn back and decide to start a fight with one of them by sucker punching them. Bad idea, turns out all three of the drag queens are Ultimate Fighters. This film has the classic feel good ending as well, as two of the three men harassing the Drag Queens were charged and are under house arrest for four months lol.



Have you ever Bought a gift for someone, and you didn't feel like you got adequate thanks for it, if any at all? It's brutal, and I imagine most people that feel slighted by someone's acceptance of a gift try to come up with something to put it at ease like saying "It's okay. Don't worry about it. You gave the gift to them, and you wanted them to have it, and that's all that matters". That hasn't worked for me, so I moved onto the more, I don't know, profound way of looking at it, which is "The best's gifts are those who's sender is unknown" or some shit like that. Nothing works for me. Gifts are a really big deal for me, all the personality tests say so okay? I hate getting them, but I love giving them, but I can't do it selflessly sometimes, and when I can't, and I feel slighted, I get angry until I forget about it. Has to be the worst reaction I can think of to giving someone a gift, because you know you're being an unreasonable dick. Oh well, shit happens right?

Youth Group - Skeleton Jar
1. Shadowland
2. Skeleton Jar
3. Lillian Lies
4. The Frankston Line
5. Baby Body
6. See-Saw
7. Drowned
8. Last Quarter
9. Someone Else's Dream
10. Why Don't The Buildings Cry?
11. Piece Of Wood

This album doesn't really have a lot of meaning to me. The only thing I can recall is seeing them open for Death Cab for Cutie with Jill Wong at the Commodore Ballroom. Their set stood out in my mind because they all had glasses of wine, which if you've been to the Ballroom, you'd know wouldn't be out of place per say, but nevertheless was odd. I may have bought their CD there, but I'm not sure. Anyways, enough dragging this out. It's an easy flowing Indie pop kind of album with borederline cheesy lyrics that's not going to irritate you. At the same time will not be anything to write home about. No seriously, no one wants to hear about this group or what you think of them. Oh crap.

Family coming to visit brings a great deal of anxiety. It's the reason I'm up at 4:26am writing this. I didn't over sleep yesterday, and got up around 9:00am. This is the only thing I can think of for why I'm up, because I'm certainly not entertained or enthralled in anything which is the usual culprit. Last night I had troubles going to sleep, because I couldn't help but getting raging mad in my body and mind thinking about how I was going to be raging mad in my body and mind this weekend. It's like I told my parents when I declined to go to my cousins wedding. I'm at an age where I should be able to say and do as I please, and let the consequences be my own and so forth. This has me worried about this weekend, because I may just go off on some people and make things really awkward. Though, in all likelyhood, I'll do what I always do, chicken out and head for the nearest coffee shop until they leave. What's worse than being around a lot of strangers to me? A bunch of family that want to talk to you, and about you. I can't think of anything more unbearable to me. Actually, starting a new job will be worse for stress. Whatever, we're done here.

This photo may seem out of place, but to me it's perfect. It also seems like one of those "Meant to be" things because I typed "Incredibl" in Google and it came up with some sweet fashion site with this being the first thing that caught my eye. It's really a shame that I'll never know anyone that dresses that cool. I don't know much about fashion, but I know what's perfection to me, and this embodies it.

Sports Edition

Sports Gem's Heard Recently...

"It might be a bit ridiculous to say, but other than his hattrick, Fernando Torres has looked awful."

"Liverpool have maintained fantastic ball retention"

"The Edmonton Oilers just need to create simple dumps"

Speaking of Liverpool, we're the top scoring team by far with 22 goals in 7 games (Average of three a game) and yet we're going to be sitting in 5th after tomorrow. That's ridiculous haha. What's also dumb is we have the top striker in England (If not the world), and yet our chances of winning the Premiership this year is about 0.05%. We've also already lost twice this season. We only lost twice ALL OF LAST SEASON. I wasn't being crazy though going into this year like the year before and getting my hopes up. I knew we'd be worse this year, but dang, still hurts. No one cares about this, where's Tulloch...

Okay seriously, check this guys name out. He's in the Premiership for Hull City now. Count the characters, takes forever for me. Keep going over it, but my eyes wander to the green and black lines and I forget where I'm at.

On a totally different subject, I wanted to give a shout out to chocolate milk. Turns out, it's the greatest drink out there for me personally. I couldn't figure out for the longest time why I was so dissatisfied with drinking things, and it's because I turned my back on milk. Pop is no longer something I like drinking because of how bad it is for you (That makes me hate it while I drink it). Milk is healthy, awesome, and goes well with everything. Stomach, welcome back lactose!

Recently, I've been thinking about drugs a lot. Eric was telling me about an article that was talking about how TV is like a drug. After weeks of thinking about this, I've come to the conclusion that for me personally, it is a drug. Here are my findings.

I watch TV when...

• I feel like shit
• I want to escape reality for a while
  
• I don't want to deal with things that I should be dealing with
  
• I don't want to think

I smoke weed when...

• I feel like shit
• I want to escape reality for a while
  
• I don't want to deal with things that I should be dealing with
  
• I don't want to think

Oh my goodness! Now be honest, did anyone else notice that those two lists are exactly the same! Seriously though, I have the same reasons for doing both of them generally. I say generally, because obviously smoking weed is way more enjoyable, and definitely all those feelings, thoughts, and reasons I had going in disappear quickly. I should really look into a medicinal marijuana license, and see if I could for depression. Heard you can grow a few plants yourself now, so that'd be fun. I'd become a botanist for sure if I could grow pot legally. By posting this, I've been flagged by the DEA outposts in Canada lol. I laugh now, until they lock me away for no reason to keep me quiet. SEE! This is how my mind works! So imaginitive and full of exagerration. Wish I could do something productive with that.

Not a lot of sports in this sports edition, but that's how I roll. Never know what kind of bullshit I'm going to write. The goal of the week was to try and write about anything but what I was actually thinking. That's why it took a week to make. Here's a film I'd like to go see soon.



Watch this next video, don't skip through it. Damnit, go against all your urges and inclinations to skip. I know how you all work, because we all work the same on the Internets. By the way, double click the window and watch it on HQ in Youtube.




Also, just so you know, I can't post comments for some reason. So Ryan, no disrespect, just couldn't get back to you. Chances are if you post, I'll post a response in the next edition. Just figured it out, I can't use the embed one. Sorry, gots to go full page people.