Entries from May 2007
My father and I are sitting here watching a DVD-R’d episode of Mega Movers. We recorded this episode because it takes place in Rhode Island! Woo hoo!
But my sense of pride slowly transformed to surprise and slight disgust as I listened to all the mistakes rack up.
The bridge is the (New) Providence River Bridge. The show keeps saying things along the lines of “Back in Providence, the move team blah blah blah.” Um. No. The bridge is sitting in Quonset, where it was built. “The Bridge will then travel 15 miles up the Providence River…” What the heck? No, it’s being transported up the Narragansett Bay! “Back in Newport…” WHAT THE HELL!? Newport is not anywhere NEAR anything involved with this project!! Why are you even mentioning it!?
This is the channel that taught me most of what I know about World War II, and they can’t accurately report current events? How can I possibly trust anything they say from now on with so many blatant mistakes?
I’ve made a custom map on Google Maps to show you how far off they are. Check it out.
I’m going to be writing them an email later today. I wonder how many similar mistakes they make in all of their other programs that people who are unfamiliar with the area would never know enough to notice.
Categories: Whatever
Some random musings I had just now:
- “Bicycles” is a lot more fun to say if you pronounce it like the name of some Greek hero. “Bi-sih-kleez.”
- Going on that thought, “Bicycles and The Damn Dirty Apes” would make an excellent band name.
- I got a big kick out of this quote, provided by two very loud people yelling outside of my cousin’s dorm:
“YOU’RE ALL I’VE EVER FUCKING KNOWN, RYAN!”
“YEAH, WELL, MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE FUCKED ME, JILL.”
- I’m damn dead tired.
- I’ve got grease and grit and grime
under my nails
in my fingerprints
in my DNA
- I’ve got a bad case of nanozombies
They shamble along my bloodstream
moaning,
“Brraaaaiiinnn….ceelllss…”
- Those last two bullets I wrote sound like something you might find in A Softer World.
- Goodnight.
Categories: Whatever
Upon a cement wall
we sit
listening to the sea
and your old guitar.
The shadows of birds race down the shore
and into the waves
which break up on the rocks
under the setting sun.
They shine
more than just stone
better than gold
an ocean of diamonds
beneath our feet.
Categories: Writing
Typical spring morning. Cloudy, but not too dark. Apparently rained last night. Grass looks nice and green.
The first comment I made online:
“You can’t rape the willing.” On a post about the possible gay undertones of Elvis Presly’s “Jailhouse Rock”.
That’s got to be some kind of omen for the rest of the day…
I have exams this week. I don’t think they’re going to wendell.
Categories: Uncategorized
Marissa: I want to kill myself because i just had to sing Fergie in my head to figure out how to spell glamorous right
Me: ….And the last drop of my respect for you just went up in smoke.
Sometimes I just don’t know what to do with her.
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Is it sad that I have a great sense of pride because I was the first person to sign Garry Newman’s wall on Facebook? The Garry Newman, creator of Garry’s Mod. I think that’s fairly pride-worthy.
Remember that on this day, May 1st, in the year 2007, Andrew Brennan asked the question that shall live on for eternity:
“Sup, Garry?”
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