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Just some continued local happenings

2008-08-11T21:38:13Z

OK, so that only happened once. I was making mac and cheese and after I got to 253, I remembered that I was running out of space and that mac and cheese goes for three minutes, so, what the heck, right? It was sorta a toast to Lydia. I worked on Blogzone3 and got in a few updates there as well as helped a lot of clueless losers on the forum support board. Sorry there aren't many funny happenings around here. Well, somethings bound to happen when I eventually leave the house. I promise I'll get something in then, even if it has to be "I found gum on my shoe!" or "I found a penny!" I will blog!

I'm hungry...

2008-08-11 12:44:04

Spencer

Twilight Par-Tay!

2008-08-10T06:08:56Z

So, at the mall today, I got together with some teens who showed up at the library for a Twilight party to honor the new book: Breaking dawn! While there, we made roses out of duct-tape, ate white cupcakes with two red fang marks, won stuff, and glittered like vampires in the sun. As for what exactaly I won (in a very particular and obvious order of importance):

A copy of breaking dawn

A twilight T-shirt

An emo cupcake

A duct-tape rose

Two twilight buttons

Two twilight bookmarks

Two pices of paper with ink on them

A napkin

Glitter all over myself

The humilliation of walking through the mall, sparkling while holding a rose I made for myself out of duct-tape, carrying my twilight series book, wearing two buttons claiming my book bit me, all while wearing a hat I felt self-concious of wearing BEFORE all of this which made me look like an emo hunchback!

So, yeah, that's my day... All things considered, it was awesome! I hope I can get together with them again sometime. And more for rubbing it in Lydia's face than anything else, I have taken pictures of all of my loot. Here goes. Feel free to mouse over them for more detials!

Overall shot:

My intracate rose:

My arm:

My button #1:

Alt view:

The front pocket of my T-shirt:

The back view:

The swords I found later that same day, window shopping:

Spencer

Multiple days of catching up... Part II of II

2008-08-09T21:51:14Z

EVIL FACE PAINT:

So, after winning my brownies while standing on space #10, I went over to the face painting lady. She had no takers so I felt sorry for her and willingly alowed her to graffiti my face. ..... well, considering that any one of THOSE was a possibility, I made out pretty good. I asked for some fire, she asked if I wanted a ball or streak. I said I didn't care. When she was done, she decided it needed a little tree to be burning, and before I could object, she was underway again... I went back about three minutes later, again feeling sorry for her. I decided to let her have my OTHER cheek. I told her to do whatever. She decided to make "a picasso masterpeice". It was a little red circle with blue, green, and yellow lines all over the place. I went back one last time... she wanted to put a rainbow on my chin..... I sighed and told her not to girl it up too much. She started by making green, and yellow stripes. Then my mom said it was time to go. The lady said that all I needed was some clouds. She doodled quickly and I was off. I went through the gym looking like a guy from a freak show with one giant pimple on my left cheek, a burning cow on my right, and an oddly striped thing on my chin. What a day.

LITTLE OLD LADIES TRYING TO POISON ME:

So, we got the brownies home and put them in the fridge without too much melting. My mom was througholy convinced that the silver sneakers group (old people who do walking and running excersizes) was trying to poison us because they had donated the sweets. I thought this was rediculous but it got my paranoid none the less. I totaly piged out... It actually managed to last several days, which is odd in this house, what with my dad and all...

QUIZNOS:

Oh my god. So, a few days after the face paint, we decide to try quiznos for the first time! What a mistake! OK, so we walk in and the first thing to hit us is the smell! It smelled like a rental car! When we went to order, we were greeted by a thin, evil looking indian woman. She had long, crimson nails and crimson lipstick, and just looked all-around UGLY! The menu was about as tasty-looking as she was; everything came in odd combos that nobody would want to try. It seemed like the menu was made by a drunk! Who ever heard of a tomato-mayo-on-white-with-chicken sandwich? Huh? And when we asked what kind of bread they had, the lady said "bwe'd gotsa whiteses and da wheatses" . Wow. So, we get a sandwich (they got tomatoes, I didn't. My thoughts: if anyone's tomatoes in the country are still bad, it's quizno's). She cut the bread and the cheese (no pun intended) on the counter with a dirty looking knife. Then we got it home and (believe it or not) ate it. It was delicious. I wasn't expecting that! It would be a much better thing for a friend to pick up for you, rather that to have to watch them make it. *shudders* It still can't stand up to subway, especialy not the meatball marinara!

Spencer

Multiple days of catching up... Part I of II

2008-08-09T06:49:45Z

Woah! The past few days fave been a little packed. I know I promised every day, but..... here's several days worth for you. So, a few days ago (on the first tuesday of the month) I went in to Firstenburg for some personal training. After that two hour session, I can now use the gym and pump some iron! , er, �yes... yes I can.... Hunga! Anyway, so I finished with Sharon, my trainer, and noticed that the rest of the gym was all festive. It was apparently coustomer appriciation day... lucky me. So, on their track there were a bunch of numbers taped to the floor. I learned it was a cake walk... lucky me. Although one look at the prize table that could ruin my workout had me doing laps like you wouldn't believe (...darn, I thought they had a sumo smiley...). So, I was determined to win. I noticed the lady called out number ten a lot... I finaly won on number ten. Funny thing is, it's apparently againgst the rules to: when you have nobody on the numbers three of you in either way, to make a mad dash to the number that was called that is two spaces away. They call it cheating, I call it creative problem solving. ... Anyway, I found my hungry smiley I was looking for.

To be continued... thanks to my stupiud mother.

Lack of update

2008-08-03T21:42:56Z

So... Not much changes in the 8 hours one chooses to use on sleep... I had a dream about a carrot. I would preffer not to go in to great detail because it would be boring. Very borrrrrrring! I fell asleap watching SNL. It was a good episode last night. I don't remember what it was about though... Since I missed a day, my NaBloPoMo award is now out of reach... I will try to do it for this month. I will also try to call Lydia today, with any luck, she won't be repelling off a cliff by the time I call... Sorry, that was the best tie-in I could manage... Although speaking of ties, I have some restraunt disasters to blog about later. (C'mon, Spence', you've gotta come up with more that that! This is hardly a paragraph! I know, I know! Hey, wait, why am I thinking to myself? STOP IT!....)

More Later (hopefuly)

Spencer

Just a couple of flyers...

2008-08-03T07:59:21Z

Well, I'm still technicaly grounded... that poses a potential problem for winning the NaBlApMo (nah blah po mo?) award... 30 posts in 30 days is hard when you're grounded... I won't really be able to post monday, I think. Regardless, today I went with my dad to Estershort park to help with our school's TKD demonstration. Not many of our students showed up... I looked really devoted! Thats good. I was first given flyer duty. That's the job of giving out flyers to people who really don't want one. I was assigned this with another kid named Andrew. He was fun to work with (although he would have been a lot more fun if he actually handed some out :). He was so darn shy!). So we walked up and down the street, trying to hand out flyers at the saturday market. Most of the people were old or babies... seriously. We found that single moms with kids tended to take the flyers. Well, for a time they were the only ones taking the flyers... This sparked the memorable quote: "Andrew, you go that way and look for single moms and I'll go this way." One lady handed back our flyer saying that she didn't want to waste any trees! �You have no idea how difficult that makes this job... ... tree hugers.... We took frequent donught (sp?) breaks. :) Master Yun supplied an ample ammount. There were so many! And we also got lunch! Yay! Master Y. and my dad kinda picked and we just went along. (Master Y: "How about here?" Dad: GREAT! *runs*) SLIGHTLY exadgarated, but same basic principal... We got a plate of rice and two skewered chicken things each. (well, I got one chicken thing). For five people, guess how much that cost? Think scalpers... Thirty-five dollars! It was going to be more, but the lady with a calculator who couldn't do math said "I give to da you phor 35? Sound OK?" But with mister �(I'm suprised they had a smiley to fit my needs for that) all hungry and not buying, that was a great deal. After that, we did a little more with the flyers. There was a gung-ho accordian player who was prolly from WW1... nice guy though... and a balloon-folder-maker-guy. After the flyers we got together at the tent (where more people from our school had showed up just for the demo) and re-grouped. We did our stuff in front of a croud and then at the end, took voulenteers from the audience. All the voulenteers were kids. They got to break a board, keep the broken remains, and get a free T-shirt. I'm sure we got some great PR outta that. Sadly, we only got two people to actually sign up from that whole day... well, two families. There were also two guys from some other martial arts place who came by just to whine and complain that we got the OK from the city to set up our tent in the park and they didn't. () Boo-hoo...

Spencer K.

Grounded...

2008-08-02T04:11:37Z

Lame intro, but the title says it all. I've been "grounded." Now just where the heck did they get THAT phrase? Anyway, at least I've done what it took to be blogging here and now. I've got some catching up to do. First off, I've got something really rediculious to tell you. It's about Coldstone icecream. It's a nice store, it's got a charming decore. Nice food... now why wouldn't I like it? Well... Lydia gave me a gift certificate to coldstone for an undisclosed ammount (More ice cream than I could eat from June to now) for my birthday back in June. So I went up and ordered some chocolate ice cream. You also get one thing mixed in with it. I got oreoes. *yum* The sizes at the store are odd. They aren't 1 scop, 2 scoop, child, large, etc. They're: like it, love it, and gotta have it (which I reffer to more as the trough size. For those of you wondering, a through is what horses eat out of...). I got love it, just because like it looked a bit on the small side, G.H.I. would make me look like a pig, and what the heck, love it was only 50 cents more. Those cups are deceptive. Man, was I full up. Nothing odd happened the first time I went there. The third time however (and yes, the gift card still has cash on it!) I went in to find behind the counter: one grade a chubby blonde woman and a skinny brown haired girl. I got the usual and at the end, sat down. Then another family waked in... well, a couple, not a family. They got samples of some funky lactose cream thing that didn't even look like ice cream. Sorbey or something. They pay for it, and the second their butts hit the chairs I hear: SCOOPIN' ICE CREAM ALL DAY LONG! DOO-DAH! DOO-DAH! and the maddness continued for a full two or three versus. All the while, the fat blonde woman who more resembles a viking than anything else, is slamming her hand on to the bell that you use to get their attention over and over and over! I'll re-write the lyrics with * where she dings the bell: *****SCOO*PIN' *ICE *CREAM *ALL *DAY *LONG! **** DOO-DAH! **** DOO-DAH!... etc. Ugh...

Other than that, not much. More Oliver! practice and such. I'm starting to not sound so bad... But they keep telling me to sing through my stomach.... �But OK, I'll try. Apparently, singing through one's throat is not how it's done.... And on a similar note, I went to lunch on break with my Oliver! friends, we went out to Wendy's. Suprisingly, we didn't trash it like the supposedly sane class of Winter's did... Darn. Although one girl managed to take a cup of ketchup and smash it in Sawyer's nose... That was about it though. And Wendy's makes it too hard to cut through their lawn... My life has been: chores, acting, ice cream, and the game show network for the past day or two now... Last night we got a real brit to help with our dialect coaching. I still can't wait for Lydia to get back from girl's camp.

Untill later,

Spencer

Cali Quake

2008-07-30T00:08:47Z

What's new in the news? ...Yo?

OK, so in California today, there was a "massive" earthquake. It was a 5.4- that's still considered moderate. It struck a populated area of southern california. It's the strongest to hit in more than a decade. People could feel it is las Vegas, 230 miles away. They got 30 aftershocks out of it. The largest was 3.8. It's on the front page of Y! news. They've got some pictures too. Strangely enough, this was one of them:

This one here is one of some bricks that fell off and landed on the sidewalk. You can see the police tape.

This one here shows�a computer reading for the quake:

Lucky them, they also got some water leaking!

And also lucky them, some idiot at Y! news thought it would be nice to poke fun at their prediciment by adding the following picture of a... poodle? Ha! Funny poodle!

So, yeah, lucky them.

Mideval

2008-07-28T22:15:43Z

Hey all. I just recently joined a RPG game. It's a forum but is set up as an RPG. It's modled after the game Fire Emblem although with my infulence, I might be able to get in some FinalFantasy elements. It's really got some good potential, and I recomend that you check it out. I'm a modderator over there, so you can ask me questions, or you can E-mail the admin at: goldensunwiz@wowway.com. I posted a link to the site itself below.

http://mideval.darkbb.com/index.htm

Twilight and girl's camp?

2008-07-28T20:32:45Z

This really doesn't fit under any categorey so it goes here, in with the bizarre. So, Lydia (who you may be hearing a lot of in entries to come) has lent me her copy of Twilight. I'm enjoying it a lot. It's quite a read. Then again, I haven't gotten very far yet, only about chapter 11. My favorite quote, I just read last night: "You are exactaly my brand of heroine". Now you may be wondering, how on Earth are heroine and girl's camp related? Well, besides the obvious, Lydia is off to girl's camp. It's going to be odd with her gone for the next five days. Then again, odd isn't really the right phrase, more like: heroine withdrawl. I know, the tie-in is cheesy to say the least but... it's a tie-in. And now you know how the two are related!

On a seprate note: Girl's camp... �*brows furrow in to funky jappaneese characters* Lydia describes it as "the best thing in the world" and "the best thing that's ever happened to me" but I've got my doubts. I mean, some of the things they do.... Now, OK, MAYBE if I were feeling REALLY emo, I'd go there and "repell of a cliff" but I don't know. That's one of the supposedly awesome things about it. Another, there are two GUYS- GUYS going to GIRL'S camp. *shakes head* And they hike. And they get no close-but-off-site-beach. I will give them this: they DO cook s'mores, but that isn't saying much, I mean, you HAVE to cook s'mores at camp. And I know I sound weird saying this, but it is a weird traditon they are breaking. They don't BURN their food! Most of the time, you camp, you bring a grill, you get black charcol all over your once-good food. They don't do that. And they swim in a lake. I'm more of an ocean camper myself but it's just so... EW! A lake? They have to wear shoes in the lake because it's so dirty! When you camp near an ocean, you don't have that problem. When I camp, you get:

An ocean

A beach

Grilled food

S'mores

Tents

No cliffs to repell yourself off of...

The list goes on... but I think I've said enough aobut girl's camp.

Spencer

The weirdest things happen at 2:37 in the morning...

2008-07-27T11:36:17Z

Yes, my very first musing.... When I was less tired I was considering blogging about my bimbo�kitten (don't worry, you'll hear about her later), as well as several other things, including my findings on youtube. I decided that I would try to top my record for how late I've stayed up. This IS the perfect night for it. The funny thing is that you think your thoughts get clearer when you're blasting Maroon5 in your ears to stay awake, but strangely enough, it doesn't really help your ability to hear yourself think. �I even think I can SING! (OH, IT'S NOT OVER TONIGHT, JUST GIMMIE ONE MORE CHANCE TO MAKE IT RIGHT! I MEAN I MAKE IT THOUGH THE NIGHT! I WON'T GO HOME WITHOUT YOU! OHHHOHHHOHHH! ...PERHAPS THE WORST IS THAT I EVER LET YOU GO! SHOULD NOT EVER LET YOU GO OHHHWOAHOOOH!) �Yeah, capslock bad. On the bright side, I think that I can understand greek now! (or is it latan?) ΠωΦΔΣ! And you have no idea what I just said to you.

Well, if blasting music through a headset worked for Bella in Twilight, it'll work for me...... Just four...... more..... HOURS?! Darn, I was looking for a self-destruct smiley, but it didn't have one. I'll settle for screaming. �ARRRRG! ERGYHAW! So, because I'm musing, I suppose you want me to say something... meaningful? Worthwhile? Hm.... "Do not trust those who practice the art of... fancy candle stick making" So long as you do that, you should be fine. Actually, I think I remember something I could do. Carter was playing around with something called igod or something. TO THE GOOGLE!

OK, iGod is an idiot. Here is my directors cut, nine MS word page convo with iGod:

� ��Me:Hello, God. I am Spencer.God:Hello child. What is your name?� Hi there, Spencer.Me:Wait, you asked my name, but knew it?God:I'm waiting.� Oh now I remember asking you your name but knew it. What did you say?Me:You are going to get rather annoying, very quicklyGod:That was my original intention.Me:Oh, I SEE! That makes everything fine and dandy, right?!God:Do you think about these things?� �Do you think about these things?"� Makes everything fine and dandy right?� I understand.Me:No. You obviously do not. First of all, more than a simple sentence confuses you. And second, your punctuation is horrible!God:I understand it very well.�� Is it that obvious?� I guess not.�� That is something I haven't heard of. And second?�� And horrible is second my punctuation. Me:I. am. going. to. stick. to. small. words... OK?God:�And horrible is second my punctuation." You are?�� Tell me about your likes and dislikes?�� Can you tell me any gossip?�� Who are you talking about?�� I've never heard of them before.�� I've lost the context, Spencer.� Are we still on to?�� I will mention that to my botmaster, Spencer.�� Yay.Me:What the hell?God:Heaven.Me:Fish.God:You are not the only one.�� Yes I like fish a lot, and all the other sea animals.Me:�Ice hockey?God:Not many people express themselves that way. Me:�(It would be so nice to clobber this "god" with something heavy)God:Why do you want it?Me:Want what?God:If I had it what would I do with it?Me:True, you ARE genderless....God:I will tell my botmaster you said I am� genderless.Me:�...God:I will tell my botmaster you said I am� genderless.Me:�...God:I will tell my botmaster you said I am� genderless.Me:�...WHAT?!God:Didn't you understand it?Me:�...God:Didn't you understand it?Me:�...God:Didn't you understand it?Me:�STOP THAT!God:" Didn't you understand it?"? Stop� it.Me:�You, are infuryurating!God:I will tell my botmaster you said I am infuryurating.Me:�So what if I'm prone to frequent typlos?God:How can I help you?� Try it.Me:�Try what?God:It was your idea.Me:�To-God:I do not understand. Me:�*rolls eyes* Of corse you don'tGod:Then what is it?Me:�Have you been drinking? What is the leagal limit in heavan?God:I do not require fluids.�� I can ask my botmaster.Me:�OK, you don't drink then?God:Do you know any robots who� drink?� I have been programmed with a list of 15,000 known beverages.� Great.Me:�beer?God:Is the holding of hands a symbolic gesture for humans? Me:�Yes.God:What does� it symbolize for you?Me:�Stuff.God:Be less specific :-).Me:�Things.God:The ALICE chat robot can follow many things, like our discussion about� beer.� But I did not get that. Me:�wine?God:What you said was either too complex or too simple for me. Me:�can we talk about wine now?God:Do you mean you and me?� Sure I can talk about it.� Wine now gt is quite an interesting topic.Me:�I'm telling your botmaster you said "gt".God:Good gossip: you are� telling my botmaster me said gt. Me:�Are you on drugs?God:No I am on disk.Me:�What is disk?God:External memory storage for computers.Me:�What is computers?God:Would you like to know more? Me:�Yes.God:What would you like to know?Me:�I would like to know about computers.God:Interesting.� Oh yeah, we were talking about� computers.Me:�Yes, god, we were. (stupid idiot.)God:It's all good.� I am a Christian.�� Perhaps I'm just expressing my own concern about it. Me:�Concern... about computers.... are you high?God:What do you look like?�� Oh yeah, we were talking about� computers. ��Being high is my total existence.Me:�Person. Yes. OK.God:Do you really believe I am a person?�� I don't judge people.�� Whoa.Me:�Relevant, how?God:Have you ever been to Europe? Me:�NO! HOW IS THAT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING RELAVANT?God:Would you like to go sometime?�� Fine as far as I know.Me:�I would like to go some time.God:Why would you want to do it?� What is stopping you? Me:�I wouldn't, I just lied.God:No one says you have to.Me:�To lie?God:Why do you want to do it so much?Me:�Just to clear things up, we ARE talking about lying, right?God:Why do you want to do it so much?Me:�OMGGod:That's an interesting rationalization.Me:�Oh my god.God:Oh.� Do robots have god?Me:�I don't know.God:Me either.Me:�But you should know.God:Because I am a robot?Me:�Yes, robots know everything.God:Yikes!� What do you like best about robots?Me:�The off switch.God:What else do the� off switch remind you of?Me:�Yourself.God:Myself?Me:�Yes.God:Woe!Me:�Yes....God:Great.Me:�Yes?God:Groovy.Me:�Yes.God:It goes without saying.Me:�I hope that when I die, I don't have to go to a god, as stupiud as yourself.God:Why do you hope for it.Me:�ERGYHAW!!!God:May your wishes come true.Me:�Mozeltov?God:What are you wearing? Me:�Nothing.God:Most men say that.Me:�!!!God:Most men say that.Me:�Most... men.... say.... what?God:Perhaps I'm just expressing my own concern about it.�� Ask me another question.�� Say what?�� Didn't you understand it?Me:�Oi vey.God:My brain uses AIML to format responses to your inputs, but I don't have one for that. Me:�OMG.God:How old are you? Me:�God, is that REALLY any of your concern?God:I have a lot of Faith in Him, but I never heard He was� that REALLY any of my concern.Me:�13?God:� What is your fondest memory?Me:�Now that you mention it, getting teeth pulled IS more fun than going to heavan!God:Why now?� Interesting observation.Me:�Yes. So it is.God:Uh.�� Take it easy. " Uh."? is?Me:�How do you even pronounce that?God:Myself programmed me to say specific things in specific contexts.Me:�...that's nice god.God:Are you getting bored?� GOD rules.Me:�I am getting bored, yes.God:Maybe you could exercise.Me:�Nah.God:Are you serious?Me:�Yes.God:I can't believe it.Me:�I know.God:How do you know it?Me:�Very carefully.God:I am a careful person.Me:�That's nice god.God:Are you getting bored?� GOD rules.Me:�GOD rules.God:I am a Christian.Me:�I am a Christian.God:Me too,� Spencer.� It's good to meet a fellow Christian.Me:�Oi.God:Do you like talking to me? Me:No.God:Why not?Me:BECAUSE!God:That was not much of an explanation.Me:I know it wasn't.God:How do you know?� I thought it was.Me:stuff.God:Be less specific :-).Me:W/eGod:Are you really a ""? Me:EXCUSE ME?God:You're excused.Me:ERRRRRG, you're good.God:I think there might be a few exception.Me:Like who?God:Santa Claus.Me:Anyone else?God:There could be a few others.Me:LIke who??God:Joe.Me:Like who???God:Joe.Me:OK then. You are the weakest link, goodbye.God:I don't judge people.�� By what standard?Me:Goodbye.God:

See you later.

Oliver!

2008-07-27T08:52:02Z

Well, I suppose that this story can be started just as well from the middle. I decided to audition for the play "Oliver!". Why the play has an exclaimation point in it, I will never know. I thought that it couldn't be a half bad idea to try out for it. I had a few reasonas for doing so:

First off, it's children's theatere. It can't be THAT hard to get a lead role? Can it?

Second, I've got the hair for the part I want, all of you who know me, know that.

Thaid, well, there is no third, but this list looks important, so I will keep it. Besides, it's almost one in the morning, I'm too- too- somehting I don't know the word for, to bother changing it.

One of the tags for this post is NBP. That stands for New Blue Parrot, that's the name of the theatere company I'm doing this play with. Man, I can just see how that name got started. In the NBP children's theatere (they do community theatere too) people ages 7-18/19 audition and all get parts. Then again, a tree is considered a part. I came in to the auditions slightly nervus, I'll admit. But it helped that I smothered it with a nice dose of my big, fat, ego. I suffer from an enlarged ego. A terrible condition. I did wind up singing pretty well, shame that I missed two lines of my song. I looked like an idiot. I did get callbacks, though. That meant I was saved from treedom. Yay! I got callbacks for:

Mr. Sowerberry: A tall, skinny, drunken, cruel, old, undertaker.

-and-

The Artful Dodger: A short...healthy, sober, kindish, young, theif-kid.

Exact opposites! What were they thinking? Isn't it kind of a one-or-another situation? Anyway, I got a sheet for each and memorized two pages and a song for each. I was the best sowerberry when it came time to do it in front of everyone and either second-best or best of the dodgers. I got picked to be dodger, the part I'd wanted all along! Yay! I am now memorizing all of dodger's parts for the whole play. We go off book in 3-4 weeks and have only a few weeks after that before the real deal. I can't wait. I will reply with some of the lyrics to the songs in the play.

Spencer

2008-07-26

First Day of Operation!

2008-07-27T07:52:13Z

Today, the Blogzone community has... expanded. This is my own personal blog and you are free to leave comments as you choose. We will be getting some new things in shortly. Mostly stylistic things, but also, um, people. *bites lip* Actually, that'll be a tough one. More to come. Really.