Powder Blue Tuxedo

A Salute to Oscar.

2008-06-12T21:32:00.005-04:00

This little dude is Oscar the Owl. Never mind the fact that all owls I see are promptly named Oscar, whether they're male or not, this one is special. You see, he makes sure the broom doesn't do anything bad while we're out. I love you, Oscar! You are officially my second-favourite owl ever.

The Eight Best Villains Ever.

2008-05-30T21:01:00.013-04:00

8. Cats
Zero Wing
I'm sure everybody's heard the phrase "All your base are belong to us" at least once.
Well, meet the man who spoke these famous words.

How are you, gentlemen? All your base are belong to us. You are on the way to destruction.
also...
For great justice, take off every zig.
What is a zig? How exactly does one take it off? The world may never know... but Cats does!

7. Macavity the Mystery Cat
CATS
With the added bonus of being the creepiest-looking cat in the entire show, he's got a badass red-and-white jumpsuit, and a song about him [which is also pretty badass]. And come one... it's plain those chicks want his body. [Not me, though... I'm going for The Rum Tum Tugger. Meow, indeed.]

6. Scar
The Lion King
OK, so I know he's a cartoon lion. But he's so awesome! I remember thinking he was soooo cooool when I was little. So he gets a spot on here. Plus, he's voiced by Jeremy Irons, which makes him instantly badass.

Scar: Be prepared.
Hyena: Yeah, sure, ha, we'll be prepared. ... For what?
Scar: For the death of the king!
Hyena: What, is he sick?
Scar [taking hyena by throat]: No, fool, we're gonna kill him. [drops hyena.]

[Heh heh. Did you notice my first three were cats? :)]

5. The monster from the id/ Dr. Morbeus' other self
Forbidden Planet
This is perhaps the second coolest non-humanoid villian ever [first is Kerrigor, listed as tied for first :).] And the fact that it actually comes from the mind of a docile old man is even more awesome. And it's out there to prove that CG has ruined the science fiction genre, and you can do some pretty kick-ass things with simple animation. And you CG "animators" better listen. Do you really want this thing knocking at your door? Didn't think so.

4. HAL 9000
2001: A Space Odyssey
One of those bad guys you feel bad for when they eventually lose. HAL is not necessarily a villain, since he went mad, but he is the antagonist nonetheless. More than just a computer, and that voice has the ability to send shivers down my spine.

I'm sorry Dave... I'm afraid I can't do that.

3. Darth Vader
Star Wars
Yeah, I know, I'm being so original here for my number three spot. But come on... when a guy makes his first appearance in a movie choking a man not technically using his bare hands [since he's using the Force] while simultaneously hovering him above the ground, and speaks like James Earl Jones [albeit with asthma], you have no choice but to admit he deserves this spot. If I hadn't been so enamoured of girly men and zombie lords, he would be number one.

I find your lack of faith disturbing.

2. Dr. Frank-N-Furter
The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Oh, Frankie, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
My favourite extraterrestrial transvestite singing mad scientist. Never mind he might just be the the only one. That doesn't matter.

So... come up to the lab. And see what's on the slab. I see you shiver with antici... pation.

THE INCREDIBLE TIE FOR FIRST!

I honestly couldn't decide. So here. You can have both.

1. Jareth the Goblin King
Labyrinth
When you have to spend like, three minutes trying to figure out which picture to use, you're obsessional. I am a self-proclaimed David Bowie addict, and there's nothing I, you, or anybody else could possibly do about it. Tight pants, make-up, and the hottest wig ever. What else could I possibly want? Hm... maybe if the pants were just a little tighter. All I know is, I would not be saving Toby. No siree.

It's a crystal. Nothing more. But if you turn it this way, and look into it, it will show you your dreams.

1. Kerrigor
Sabriel by Garth Nix
The picture of Kerrigor on here is on the front cover of the book, but I might just have to draw this dude a way better picture, because that's not what I imagine him as. Basically, Kerrigor is a swirling column of darkness with glowing white eyes and a voice described as "liquid" who commands a hoard of zombies. I mean, I find it hard to find words that can describe just how awesome he is. I can talk about him for at least an hour. And he like, never dies! I mean, it takes forever to keep him down, you can never actually kill Kerrigor. He comes back after death, and you can never fully kill his spirit. In fact, for about ten minutes in the book, he actually goes back into his dead body, which is well, attractive. You know, until he starts rotting. Psh. Plus, it doesn't hurt that he's the co-protagonist's brother, and a prince who killed his own mother so he could take over the throne. In comparison, Kerrigor's brother is such a wimp. Kerrigor is every monster under your bed combined, and truly your worst nightmare.
I ♥ you, Kerrigor. I ♥ you.
Man... haha, he would probably kill me for that. In fact, he'd kill me for anything. He's just messed up like that.

"An inconvenience," he said with a voice that was only marginally more human, "I should have remembered that you were a troublesome brat."

[He says this after Sabriel {protagonist} tries basically everything in her power to contain him, and he is forced to go back into his human body.]

"But I'm still frightened by the telephone..."

2008-04-02T19:32:00.003-04:00

Artiste: Gary Numan
Song: I Die: You Die
Album: Telekon
Year: 1980

So this song has definitely been my obsession this week. Gary Numan is amazing. :) That little red streak in his hair is the shit. I'm tempted to do that...

The Things I Do For Love

2008-03-02T19:55:00.002-05:00

Looking at my wardrobe, I often wonder if I'm some sort of masochist. Not only are my clothes oftentimes painful, but they make people look at me incredulously as I walk by. Strangers and enemies, any way. Friends and family are used to me by now... or should be.
I have basically two groups of clothing: socks/ underwear and thrift store purchases. Little of my clothing is actually bought new. A few pairs of jeans and a t-shirt or two, but that's about it. I am a self-proclaimed Goodwill junky, as well as the Community Closet, a store near my house I was practically raised in. And yard sales. Can't forget those. I can just imagine myself standing up in a room full of sitting people and saying nervously "Hello, my name is Lizz and I am addicted to other people's clothing." Everybody else robotically replies "Hiiiii, Lizz."
The problem with this is the ridiculous amount of upkeep these clothes often demand. For example, I have absolutely no idea how old my favourite pair of gloves is, as they weren't mine to begin with, I just know that one or the other will constantly have at least one hole. The difficult and usually painful process involved in fixing these holes consists of first turning them inside out, cursing to oneself, threading the tiny needle, more cursing, attempting to align the two halves that need sown together, complaining to anyone who will listen, even if this involves calling someone, shoving the needle through up to four layers of leather, stabbing oneself, cursing some more, and pulling the needle back out. There. There's your first stitch. This is repeated multiple times. Then there's turning the glove back right side out, which is just as hard as turning it inside-out, and finally, being dissatisfied with one's work. Then, do it for the other glove. Do it all over again in about a month.
Do you wanna know the really pathetic part? I very rarely wear them out of the house.
Another example of this constant upkeep is possibly my favourite pair of jeans. They're three years old, and for the first two and a half of the three, they remained uninteresting. Then, one fateful day, my friend wielded her deadly black Sharpie of doom. And with it, wrote the words that would change my jeans' life... across my thigh, in big, bold letters: "SUCK IT." Of course, I could no longer wear these jeans to school in their current insulting state, nor at home. I hate to throw anything away, being the biggest packrat ever, so that was out of the question. So I did the only thing I could do: I cleared a space for them on my floor, laid them down, clutched four Sharpies in my hand, and said "Let's do this thing," a phrase that is almost always the precursor to something monumental in my life lately (whether this monumental thing is good or bad).
A day later, I looked down at the fruits of my labour and now marker-stained hands. Covered in words, pictures, and sequins, they were like a giant collage of what was in my mind... in pants form. As for the immortal first words, I made them look a little like a spiderweb, but you can still read it if you look close enough. For a few days, I didn't wear them. Not only that, I barely touched them. I even scolded myself a few times for breathing on them. I just sat back and basked in their sequined glory. I eventually wore them. All the sequins came off in the first wash, which left me depressed. (I never replaced the sequins as some of it was quite intricate and would be ridiculously difficult to sew on, as they were glued the first time, so that's in silver and blue Sharpie now.)
In case you haven't noticed, Sharpie washes out eventually, so every four or five washes I have to re-ink the whole thing. It takes half an hour to an hour, depending on how exact I'm being. The words aren't so hard, but there's a big bizarre drawing of an eye that I'm pretty sure uses all my Sharpie colours. It takes up half of one leg. It was great the first time, but ever since, one thing has been off every time I rework it. But I love my graffiti jeans to death.
The reason this puzzles me, this obsession with my clothes and keeping them awesome, is because I am self- and not self-proclaimedly one of the laziest people I know. I seldom wear make-up, my hair is usually a dishevelled mess, and I am the only person who truly knows how to successfully navigate my room. (Don't believe other people who say they can!) So why go through all this trouble? Well, like exactly how many licks it takes to get the centre of a Tootsie Roll Pop, or how Ronald Reagan possibly became President, the world may never know.
Then there's the clothes that are actively disintegrating. Besides the belt I stopped wearing because fifty-year-old leather chips off every time I touch it (not pleasant), there are also a few more recent finds. Such as one of my favourite jackets, which I call my "MC Hammer jacket", but has also been referred to as "the disco ball jacket" and "Lizz, what the hell are you wearing?!" It's covered in gold sequins. It even has its own slogan! "It will blow your mind and blind you... at the same time." I can't wear it out into direct sunlight because of the threat it would pose, and I don't want to get sued. I would wear it every day if I could, but two or three fall off every time. Two or three every day would result in a jacket I could wear in direct sunlight, but would also make me feel strangely lonely.
Perhaps the most famous of my "actively disintegrating" clothes are my feather boas, I will surely own more later, but right now I only have purple one and a blue one. I often wear them to school. I relish the weird looks. I have had reactions ranging from the appalled to the confused and everywhere in between.
If you wish to stalk me, you can tell exactly where I've been the trail of bright feathers I leave behind. I have the odd distinction of being able to look down at the floor and say "Man, I'm moulting again."
Then comes the clothing that is actually painful. My short attention span helps me with these. Just when I think I cannot walk any farther in my bronze leather cowboy boots, I look down at them and realize just how shiny they are, which tends to take my mind off things quite effectively, as my friends should know. Also, the clicking noise any pair of my boots make is sufficiently entertaining.
My painful apparel is not only limited to shoes. I have a few jackets that I can only describe as "stifling", and I also own a pair of pants that, if I gained five pounds, I'm almost sure would cut off the circulation in my legs. Oh, they're my favourites.
Then there's the just plain ridiculous things, such as the massive dress that practically takes up a whole closet, so it's hung in the garage, the intricate and sparkly Mercury wings I made for my four-year-old decomposing red Chuck Taylor high-tops, and my many pairs of stiletto heels that never leave the house.
Even if my clothing is a bit outlandish at times, I love it, no matter what you people say. Who else wears aviators to school just because she feels like it? Who else puts on tights and a feather boa just to hang around the house? I was once called "an alien" by a friend's mom because I was wearing a red trenchcoat, leather gloves, and a beret. I take great pride in that fact.
Make fun of me all you want.
You just wish you owned a purple alligator jacket.

Witness the Power of My Hyperness

2008-02-23T22:45:00.001-05:00

So...
Life...
FOUND A QUEEN TAPE I HAVEN'T LISTENED TO!!!
The Game... 1980
It makes me soooo HAPPY!
AHHHH!
God, I bet I'll read this tomorrow and feel so stupid.
But I am hyper
And I need some of that there JELLLLLL-OOOOO.
Which I will do.
Ho-ho-ho-ho-hold up. [[check it out.]]
I must sashay to the fridge and back. [with my freakin BLANKET CAPE.]
Be right back with my JELL-O.
[I know you're jealous.]

Bad news....
Methinks my Walkman batteries are goin' d-d-d-d-dead.
BUT I CAN FIX IT!
'Cause I'm freakin Bob the freakin Builder.
And you're jealous of me and my Jell-O.
And DJ headphones.
And Queen listening to...ness...

I had this weird-ass dream, man...
Me and like, my entire extended family
Plus a few fictional characters
Were living in this ginormous house in...
Japan?
And every night we had
Mashed potatoes
Beets
And coleslaw
For dinner
And that's it.
My room was crappy, it was super-cold.
And blue.
And always moodily lit.
Yes, even at night.
Somehow.

Intense Labyrification these past few days
I blame youuuu, Taylor!!!
Of course...
You're not entirely to blame...
Of course...
Hm... tights... sparkles.
Tasssstttyy.

My mommma made me clean my roooooomm...
'Cause it was getting to the point
Where you could not walk through it
Without stepping on some sort of
FOREIGN OBJECT!
And I found many...
[Can you guess it?!]
{Go ahead... guess.}
[GUESS.]

[Did you guess?]

SHINY THINGS!

A medley of
Several sequins
Leftovers from some clothes
Ribbon
Tensil
Sparkles in general.
Put them in the very entertaining
GLITTER JAR. [[You know you want it.]]

I would save you, Freddie!
But it's toooo late, my gay/ dead loverboy.
Too late. *tear*
RIP Freddie, darling.
Feel free to possess me if you're ever feeling down.
Any time.

The other day
I was craving
PEACHES
But there were no peaches within the houssssse
Not even in a can!
I know, unfair, right? [[You know it is.]]
So I settled for an apple.
We had ONE left
And I kid you not
It was PERFECT
Like, red and round and SH-SH-SH-SHIIIINNNY.
I didn't wanna eat it and destroy it
Plus
Lurking in the back of my mind
I was thinkin...
It kinda looked like a
POISON APPLE.
Ain't no way I'm eating that bad puppy.

Pst...
I KNOW the truth.
I have SEEN the truth.
AND YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
[Not even you, Kay. Not even you.]

P.S.

DRAGON ATTACK!

Neccessity

2008-02-21T16:22:00.001-05:00

A bird can't fly without it's wings....

A man can't drown without his lungs...

And I can't do geometry homework without listening to Gary Numan.

That's just the way it's done.

Stupendous quote of the day.

2007-11-19T16:40:00.000-05:00

"I'm sure you noticed just the one earring he was wearing. And that startled quite a lot of people who were watching the programme, and a number of people wrote in to comment about it."

-- Russell Harty, after interviewing David Bowie in January of 1973.

[[What did they write in to say? "What the hell was with the earring?"]]

Random Notes On A Blackout

2007-11-12T21:41:00.000-05:00

Something about being bereft of electricity changes the human mind considerabely. Notions that died after childhood are resurrected and rekindled. Ghosts and demons, goblins and little green men. These things are all around us, as we are robbed of our eyesight outside a small radius. Other humans might become beacons in the night: pinpricks of light outside your walls.
Lighthouses.
We never realize how dark the world is outside out electric pods, until it decides to let itself in and make itself at home, the unwanted guest.
There is something oddly, yet deeply disturbing about the light in your fridge not coming on. You're just so used to it. You still flip lightswitches like they're not temporarily dead. Your reflexes are wired for an electric world, and don't shut off with eveything else.
It's always just a tree. I'm always hoping for aliens. Or, at the very least, something a bit more exotic than a tree.
For all these disatvantages, power outages carry an odd romantic quality, like something in a dream you remember, but you don't recollect from where. Maybe it takes us back to our prehistoric days, huddled around the cave fire.
Damn. Nevermind, the lights are back on.
And the fire is out.

May the Force be with you.

Good morning.

2007-11-11T13:11:00.000-05:00

This morning's breakfast was just almost just like the last: toaster strudel that never lives up to the picture on the box, grapefruit juice in impossibly cold shiny tin cups, Ziggy Stardust. Although, outside, all was pale and stormy. Thunder boomed in the distance. Everything was covered in a film of mist and fog hung around suspiciously in corners. And the slick and shiny melting jack o' lanterns surveyed their surrounding tiredly with the air of a man who knows the worst is over. Meanwhile, I sat in my room dimly lit only by the sun through the clouds, with my breakfast and glam rock.
Perfect.

[By the way, grapefruit juice is the breakfast juice of champions, which proves, once and for all, that I am the champion, my friend.]

May the Force be with you.

Elevator Effect

2007-11-04T16:08:00.000-05:00

The elevator effect is something I came up with [or, rather, named]. It occurs when one is exposed to so much of a particular thing in a day that he/she has no chance of dreaming about it. This happens with me a lot. The particular occurrence that the theory is named for is this one night when I had like, this freakin six-hour Bowiefest, and I dreamed about this crappy elevator. I mean, the elevator smelled bad, and the lights were all yellowed, and there was a leak, and I was terrified of getting stuck the whole time I was in it. [Most of the dream.] It was crappy.

This was a pointless post, so I can't think of a suitable conclusion. Good day.

May the Force be with you.

Lizz is Depressed

2007-10-08T21:16:00.000-05:00

I am probably forgotten, but I surely have not forgotten.
It was a lot of fun.
But it's gone now.
All gone.
Doesn't look like it's coming back any time soon either.
I've been depressed for about two months now.
When I'm in a group I'm fine.
Get me alone and I crash and burn.
Sadly, I really don't have much to look back at.
Oh well.
It would probably just make me more sad anyway.
I'm gonna stop being a little emo kid now.
Writing out on paper heals for a while, but later I resume this.
Out.

Closet Excavation Time!

2007-08-18T18:58:00.000-05:00

So today... I was bored. So I did what I do every time I'm bored, pretty much. I go search some random part of the house. The most interesting has definitely been the closet between me and my brother's room, so I decided to check that out. That's where my RoboCop hat came from.

Well... I found...
a pair of snakeskin/ leather cowboy boots that apparently were my brother's,
a nice white suit jacket,
a green baseball cap with antlers,
some glittery platform sandals,
HOTWHEELS!,
and a whole box full of gloves and scarves.

That last one was the most interesting. They were all Mom's, and we went through it.

White fingerless gloves.

Black fingerless gloves.

Yeah. Pretty sweet.

May the Force be with you.

Lizz's Fantabulistic Rules of Life

2007-08-01T00:00:00.001-05:00

1.) Gym class sucks.

2.) Keep breathing.

3.) Leave the house with clothes on. It's a good thing.

4.) Forget about it. All the good stuff is either too expensive, somebody else has it, or, well... non-existent.

5.) Glitter can be fun.

6.) Tabloid people aren't real. They are mere shadows of the human beings they once were. Ignore them and try not to pity them.

7.) Everybody looks worse without the make-up.

8.) Drew twitches a lot.

9.) Who needs an expensive car and lots of money when you've got... imagination?

10.) Goodwill: good. Expensive stuff: bad.

11.) It's better to live in your own little world than to be miserable in the "real" one.

12.) Politicians are always corrupt.

13.) The world is 98% populated by assholes and creepy people. Don't let them get to you.

14.) Nice people also exist.

15.) If something is good, it can turn bad, and the bad can only get worse.

16.) So be happy while you still can.

17. ) Life's a bitch and then you die. 'Cause if life was a slut, it would be easy.

18.) Your slice of the pie will never be as big as that other guy's slice of the pie, so just shut up, fight the power, screw the pie and eat cake.

19.) Dog food tastes like crap.

20.) By some inexplicable means, everybody knows what Play-Doh tastes like.

21.) Brain freezes are not fun.

22.) Most things you eat taste good until you realize just what you're eating.

23.) Don't fall. Because you know it hurts when you fall. [Overheard in shopping mall, to a little kid.]

24.) Tea gives you fuzzy teeth. [Random words of wisdom from my Uncle Bruce.]

25.) White tea is a baby tea leaf.

26.) Dogs don't know it's not bacon!

27.) Every new day can be the start of something average.

28.) "Fluffy is good."

May the Force be with you.

What is wrong with my mind?: A Post Dedicated to the... Interesting Thoughts of Lizz

2007-07-15T18:04:00.000-05:00

Well... I haven't been remembering many dreams lately, odd for me; I usually remember them every night, and they're usually pretty long. What I have retained are bits and pieces, and the only actual fragment that I remember is lying on the floor in my old Social Studies teacher's classroom and some fat chick dissed my earrings. Though I do remember a few odd sentences that went through my head while I was falling asleep... I don't know what made me remember them, but they're certainly strange:
1.) I'm gonna turn pud into a raisinpage! [Yes, raisinpage is all one word.] and
2.) You've gone from rotting legs to Mexican books!
Where does all this shit come from, you know? My subconscious can't be that weird... can it?

Another detail of my happy insanity: my preoccupation with glitter. It's everywhere, I swear! It just follows me in particular. It's usually gold [I stepped on a gold sequined hat awhile back and it was like POOF.]

May the Force be with you.

Echo and the Bunnymen/ The Killing Moon

2007-07-15T17:59:00.000-05:00

Just a cool video. And a cool song. :)

Random words from various sources...

2007-07-14T13:46:00.000-05:00

Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be the killing time
Unwillingly mine
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him

Nothing? Nothing? Nothing? Nothing, tra-la-la?

Yes! Alrighty then.

When all the lights go down
This dirty desert town
Is theater in the round
With stars instead of a crowd

My little China girl
You shouldn't mess with me
I'll ruin everything you are
You know, I'll give you television
I'll give you eyes of blue
I'll give you a man who wants to rule the world

Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best-selling show
Is there life on Mars?

Home is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home
She lifted up her wings
I guess that this must be the place
And I can't tell one from another
Did I find you or you find me?
And there was a time
Before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I'll be
Where I'll be

He narrowed his eyes into what are known in the Shouting and Killing People trade as "cold slits", the idea presumably to give your opponent the idea that you are having difficulty staying awake or have lost your glasses. Why this is frightening is a yet unresolved problem.

Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and violate you. Strangers come and cut your heart out. Strangers come and take your blood.

Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got no girl to make you smile
Don't worry
Be happy

I'm not going down on my knees begging you to adore me
Can't you see it's misery and torture for me?
Now I misunderstood
Try as hard as you can, I've tried as hard as I could
To make you see
How important it is for me

And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away
And the truth is we don't know anything

Even the on darkest nights when empty promise means empty hand
Soldiers coming home like shadows turning red
When the lights of hope are fading quickly, then look to me
I'll be your homing angel, I'll be in your head

Should I kiss the viper's fangs
Or herald loud the death of man?
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

Soup? Who said soup? Cream of chicken...

You remind me of the babe
What babe?
The babe with the power
What power?
The power of voodoo
Who do?
You do!
Do what?
Remind me of the babe!

But I like these shoes!

Berries and cream, berries and cream!

Forget your mind and you'll be free

And I've been putting out fire with gasoline

And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

Dammit, I missed it!

A future can!

Pamel... pamel...

You killed Ted, you medieval dickweed!

YOU'RE SO STUPID!!!

Oy, y'mmum!

Oy pussaw...

I got mass communication
I'm the human corporation
I ate a rock from the moon

You can kick it, you can poke it
Woo! I think you broke it
Ha! What about that?

The Bob tune! *Taylor jams to Bob tune*

This is the new poopy...

Particle Man, Particle Man
Doing the things that a particle can
What's he like?, it's not important
Particle Man
Triangle Man, Triangle Man
Triangle Man hates Particle Man
They have a fight, triangle wins
Triangle Man

And I see hosehead here making a coffee sandwich...

Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song?
I heard a rumour from Ground Control
Oh no, don't say it's true
They got a message from the action man:
I'm happy, hope you're happy too
I've loved all that needed love
Sordid details following
The shrieking of nothing is killing
Just pictures of Japgirls in synthesis, and I
Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junky
Strung out in heavens high
Hitting an all-time low

Tea gives you fuzzy teeth.

There's a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
I'd be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts

I hear voices but there's no one there
You speak to me in another language
Computer says it's a binary code
It's such a pity I can't understand it

Holy crap, it's magic!

We'll be the pirate twins again
Europa
Oh my country
Europa
I'll stand beside you in the rain
Europa
Ta republique
Europa

I've never seen purple underwear before...

Good heavens, Ms. Sacramoto, you're beautiful!

End of our summer
Your body weightless
In condensation, my heart learned to swim
And the feeling
Was gone again

Gas station everywhere
Not one drop to fill me

Ohh
Up every evening 'bout half eight or nine
I give my complete attention to a very good friend of mine
He's quadraphonic, he's a, he's got more channels
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five

It's not the side-effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love

THE END.

The lovely {and I do mean lovely} Nick Rhodes post.

2007-06-21T21:06:00.000-05:00

Ah... Nick Rhodes... synthesizer man and sex symbol of Duran Duran. Here's my beautiful pictures of him. You can skip this is you want, Anna, haha

Dammit... that poster's been affecting my dreams.

2007-06-21T18:03:00.001-05:00

I'm warning you, this was one of those dreams you have really early before you wake up in the morning, so it was weirder than normal ones. So, me, Bobbie Jo and someone else, I think it was either Taylor or LaBecca, but that doesn't really matter to the story, anyway, went to a museum and there was this thing that looked like an immense sculpture or monument or something, so we decided to walk around in it, and it was like this big maze thing and there was this sign a little into it that said something along the lines of "Do not go beyond this point", but guess what we did?! Yeah, that's right, we kept walking, with no regards to the fact that there were no more lights on after that and a bunch of places where it looked like people had been and gone. So we were walking, and walking and... la, la, la, la, la, walking, and I guess I took my shoes off halfway through it, and left them there. So we came to what looked like the end, or an end anyway, and there was this chair and this big library and cold coffee, and we all sat around in it, instead of heading for the door that was RIGHT THERE IN THE FREAKIN WALL, and then [by the way, I have a Labyrinth poster up in my room, so that's where this comes from] David Bowie was there, only he was about twenty-something [Lizz was happy. :)] and he lived in the labyrinth and he wasn't Jareth, though, he was just David Bowie with a tux and blue hair... it was cut like it was in the seventies, when he was Ziggy, but it was like, flourescent blue. Actually... didn't look too bad on him... but that's not the point here. So he's like "Get out of my house." and we're like "No.", but I don't know why we didn't just leave. So he had to make us leave, and we did... we ran out the door. And then I'm like "Oh, shit! I left my shoes in there!" and my friends were like "It's OK, you can get some more shoes." and I'm like "No! I want those damn shoes back!" You see, these were no ordinary shoes. These were my pirate boots. So, like good friends, they rolled their eyes at me, and left me. I went back in the library door. He was still there. So I asked Mr. Blue Hair over here if I could get my shoes back. And he looked at me like "That's the damn stupidest question I have ever heard." So I had to beg him [probably on my knees], and finally he's like "Fine! Get your damn shoes!" and he left... damn... oh, well. So I went into the maze and it looked like my house so I thought maybe he was being stupid and just poofed me back to my house. But I found out he didn't when I saw a half-fish lady chewing on a human leg with a red stilletto standing on the bridge in my house. [yes, I have a bridge. I know, awesome.] And she wanted to fight me so I could go on and I'm like "Hey, no thanks, I'll, uh, just find another way." but she insisted, so she ended up making this cut in my stomach and I'm like "Hey, hey, that's a little close!" and I ran and got the phone and ran out the door... so now I was in a cave... oh, joy. But anyway, I called my mom, explained my situation, and she was somehow not surprised by this. So she stayed on the phone awhile longer and then she said she had to get back to work, and I'm like "Mom! I am in a desperate situation right now!" and she's like "Well, I need to get back to work. Bye." and I'm thinking "Is there anybody I can trust around here?" so I kept on going in the maze and I finally found another section that looked like my house [and bonus: NO FISH LADY] so I looked in all the rooms and when I went in John's room, I found a big pile of black shoes and there were my pirate boots in the pile, so I got them out and put them on. And I thought "Well, THAT was a bit too easy." I walked out of John's room and out of the house carefully and then realized what was up. I needed to get out of teh stupid labyrinth again. So I went into this room that kind of resembled a white elevator shaft, with lots of grossly distorted stairs [one had a huge drop, another barely even had a step], and then I called Mom again and I'm like "Hey, Mom! I found the pirate boots." and she's like "Good..." and started to say something else when...

commercials on the radio woke me up. I was pissed.

I never got to see David Bowie again. :( Haha.

May the Force be with you, dream police.

Breaking News: LIZZ WAKES UP WITH COOL HAIR, HAIR BECOMES NOT-COOL

2007-06-21T17:58:00.000-05:00

Yesterday, I woke up... and my hair was al swoofy and awesome, with one part of it, swooped over to the other side and kind of hanging on the hair over there and I reached to touch this miracle of hair and it fell down, making one side of my hair all poofy, and the other normal, and looking thoroughly not-cool. So that sucked. But anyway, I had a spiffy day after that.

May the Force be with you, hair gods.

Finally!... My dream!... Realized!... Uh, halfway, anyway.

2007-04-22T15:39:00.001-05:00

My life's dream is to be covered in glitter. Well... I am glad to say I have gotten pretty close. :) I went to my friend Samantha's birthday party, and she has this BIG-ASS thing of glitter in her room, so I poured some of on myself. It was fun, but I slept on the couch and I got glitter all over the couch. That was bad. I mean, I could go for a sparkly couch, but I don't know too many other people who would. Hm... maybe Crayle.

The reason I say halfway is because I really wasn't covered in the stuff. What I want someday is to look like I got dipped in a vat of it. I can't find anybody who would do that for me, but I hope I do... someday. Yeah, I know, I'm weird.

By the way, if there's anyone out there who would...

May the Force be with you, sparkly people.

Possibly the most awesome sandwich in sandwich history.

2007-04-22T14:49:00.000-05:00

Yeah, that's right. Bask in it's glow. And it's mine. All mine. OK, bottom- English muffin. Next comes the bacon. Then the avocados. And then... the cheese. Just makes it all worthwhile. Sorry the pictures so fuzzy, I was too distracted by the sandwich and forgot to adjust the setting on my camera. Either that or the sanwiches omnipotent shine could've interfered with my camera. Yeah. Psh. I could believe that.

Well, actually, it's not really a sandwich. No top. *strokes imaginary facial hair* But if I put another English muffinizzle up top it would overpower everything else. Hmmm... oh! I've got a solution! It's an open-faced sandwich. :)

May the Force be with you, sandwich people.

Depressed Curt ♥'s Window. :)

2007-03-02T14:29:00.000-06:00

Tears for Fears/ Mad World (1983)

This is off YouTube, so will take about thirty minutes to load on a dial-up connection. Man, I hate dial-up. I should know, I have it. This is off Tears For Fears's first album, The Hurting, much better than the infinitely more popular Songs Fron the Big Chair, in my opinion. But, damn, it's depressing.

Check out Roland's insane dancing skills.

May the Force be with You, Tears For Fears.

Very sparkly... and very deadly...

2007-02-14T14:20:00.000-06:00

Ah, the Midwest. The place where you can have temperatures exceeding 100 degress in the summer and this crap in the winter. Oh, man, it sucks. We've just has like five days of snow and two days of freezing rain, the evilest form of precipitation. So I live in this glittering, smooth, and exceedingly dangerous landscape. Not willingly; I really wished I could survive the winter months somewhere else. But seeing we can't even get the car out of the drive, I don't think that's gonna happen anytime soon.

May the Force be with You, flamingos.

Oh, yeah. Pirate Shirt.

2007-02-03T15:18:00.000-06:00

Guess what?! I went to this solo competition thing for my saxophone, and I had to dress up, so I wore my black pants and my suit jacket and a tie, and all that normal fancy stuff. But this time... I also wore... a pirate shirt. Oh, it's so fluffy! The buttons are all sparkly! I love it. Yay pirates!

May the Force be with you, Captain Hook. And a bunch of other pirates.

Thoughts on Labyrinth IV: Ludo!!!

2007-01-27T11:49:00.000-06:00

Well, let's see. Ludo is a very underappreciated guy. So, um, he gets his own post here. That's right, I will actually stray from the subject of Jareth for once. Okay, take a minute to wake up from your shock-induced coma. Here we go.

Abominable Snowman +

Wookie +

Rhonoceris = ...

LUDO!!!!

W00t w00t.

May the Force be with you, Ludo.

You Wanna Know Who's Gonna Win The Super Bowl?

2007-01-22T15:10:00.000-06:00

Well, I'm from Indiana, so you're probably expecting me to say the Colts, but no. Bears? No. Well, who's left? Well, we have Mr. World's Sexiest Purple Sparkly Vegetarian himself, PRINCE! He's gonna win. Not sure how, but with his mystical half-time show purple powers, he will. Oh, yes he will. You will see. YOU WILL ALL SEE! Mwoohahaha.

May the Force be with you, Prince

Random Quotes

2007-01-17T19:02:00.000-06:00

"You know, it's true what they say. Nostrils really are the windows to the soul." - Wings, spoken by Lowell

"Want a Twinkie, Ghengis Khan?"- Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure

"No! Never eat that!"- my brother John (age 9), Christmas video 1996, spoken to a dog

"Slimy?! Mudhole?! My home this is!"- Star Wars, Ep. V, spoken by Yoda

"Who you callin' scruffy?"- Star Wars, Ep. IV, spoken by Han Solo

"... cookin' MCs like a pound o' bacon!"- Vanilla Ice/ Ice Ice Baby

"You ain't bad, you ain't nothin'!"- 'Bad' video!!!!!!!!!!!

"Who do ya think?! Bolivians !" Back to the Future (Pt. I), spoken by Doc

"And here you got Spanish class, which is mostly guacomole, chips, and salsa."- Encino Man, spoken by Stony.

"... I'm up to here with cool, okay? I'm so amazingly cool you could keep a side of meat in me for a month. I'm so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis."- The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, pg. 75 (I think; please don't sue me), spoken by Zaphod

"Seriously is there anything better than eating microwave burritos and watching 'Simpson's reruns at one o' clock in the morning?"- 'Foxtrot' comic, spoken by Peter

" 'Ello."- the Labyrinth worm.

May the Force be with you, um, people on this list.

Holy Crap.

2007-01-08T16:11:00.000-06:00

O my god, David Bowie's sixty today! Alright, that's the end of the post.

"BAM! Where's my merit badge?!?!"/ Vacuum Dance

2006-12-30T19:32:00.000-06:00

[Sara wantedto write this "before I did anything".]
DANCE,VACUUM,DANCE(AND SARA SAYS...)
Hey, how's it going? Lizz is back, so technically "And Lizz says...", but oh well. OK, so here's the whole big confuso story. Or maybe, like I shouldn't tell you because it's like a big secrety secret, eh? One kept between the nerd brethren (and sistren) in the library. Nah, nobody reads this anyway, and those who do don't care and know how much a big weirdo XSC is anyway. That's right, with an X. He's been upgraded from E. Cheese! OK, so like, one time, we were in the library for lunch [woah, the voice in my head just started speaking with a British accent. That was weird... Oh well.], and Drew was eating Goldfish and he spilled some on the floor and was too EL STUPIDO to pick them up so they got all crunchy all over the floor-o. And Mrs. Colvin doesn't like anybody messin around, especially with Goldfish, on her turf, so she's like, "Drew. You are going to vacuum those up right now." So, then, like me and Sara went and got the vacuum, and Jonathon was being an annoying loser in the hallway outside the Algebra room. Well, technically, Pre-Al. But oh, well that not really relevant right now, now is it? That's like starting the story of how Daniel came and ruined Sara's lunch one time. Hey, you wanna hear that one?!?! Well, that's too bad! OK... oh yeah, the vacuum. So them Drew's all like psyched because he gets to use to janitor's vacuum, and then he goes and he plugs it in and he does... the Vacuum Dance. Yeah, that's right, capitalized, yo. It's more like random convulsions, but yeah, we call it the vacuum dance anyway. Think of a cross between headbanging and, um, the Chicken Dance. Yeah, it's that bad. Man, we're talking about some major major MAJOR blackmail if I had my camcorder. And then, as if that weren't enough to ruin his high school reputation if anyone knew, he stops, and screams "Bam!!!! Where's my merit badge?!?!?!?!" in that squeaky, prepubescent voice he still has. Man, he's gonna kill me if he ever reads this. But that's OK. I have a... secret weapon. It's called... TACO. And with it's cohort MILK, nothing can stop me! Mwoohahahaha... *flashlight under face* Actually, my other secret weapons name is... *beginning of Beethoven's 5th*... TOBY! No, SARA. Yeah, actually got it right that time.

P.S. You remind me of the vacuum...

I Can't Think of Anything Right Now. Sorry.

2006-12-30T19:20:00.000-06:00

[Hey everybody, this is Sara's post, so check... it... OUT!] {yo.} [via me.]

Nice. *weird throat noise, pulls on chair with feet* Now I'm scooting a chair! *laughs* POOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *taps foot* *confuzzled face* POOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!! I love writing that. Wait, no! Let me write something.I want 2 bottles of glue to be my friends!!!!!!!! [except for that part.] Huh? *weird throat noise again, sorta like Sting in the morning ["after eight hours", said Sara.] How do I know? Just do.* *giggle giggle snort snort* Like a piggy! I love piggies! Mom: Have another chair... Sara: I only use the ones in the science room and they go like this *turny hand motion* [She's talking about blinds] Oh, sure, I'm talking about blinds. *amazed look, happy face, Sting noise*VACUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!!!!!!!!! {and that} It was the first thing that came to mind.BAM!!!!!!WHERE'S MY MERIT BADGE!!!!?!?!?!?

Oh no! Spelling error!

2006-12-29T16:25:00.000-06:00

My friend Sara can't spell odyssey right. She spells it like "oddity" with an "s". Wow, that was pointless.

AHHHHHH! BURNT COOKIE!

2006-12-29T16:17:00.001-06:00

A few days ago, I went to go eat a cookie because there was like, a bunch left, and I bit into the cookie, and I'm like "Ewwww, burnt cookie!" So I threw it away. Ewwwww.

Sting Looks Really Good With Glasses.

2006-12-15T23:29:00.000-06:00

Definitely on my list of best songs ever. But where does the chorus fit in? Seriously. "Don't stand so close to me"? What? How does that relate? Good song though.

For those with dial-up, this will take thirty or so minutes to load. Sorry about that! I feel your pain.

May the Force be with you, Police.

Thoughts on Labyrinth III: Interesting Comparison

2006-12-11T19:30:00.000-06:00

A few nights ago, I got bored. Really bored. I decided to look up the script to Labyrinth. I found the first draft and decided to read it, because, as I said, I was really bored. It turned out to be so much more awesomer than the current film. Jareth is a lot more evil, and he's not so hinting. While still maintaining his constant sexiness. Here's a part where he's trying to drown Hoggle if he won't give Sarah the peach (I told you he was more evil.):

HOGGLE is holding on to the ledge with his fingertips. He doesn't
have the strength to hold on much longer and he looks down at the
water in mortal terror. He begins to slip just as a door opens in the
sheer rock and JARETH enters, accompanied by GOBLINS.
JARETH: Well, what have we here ... if it isn't little Piggle!
HOGGLE screams and slips into the water. He tries to struggle back to
the ledge but the GOBLINS push at him with poles, laughing maniacally.
JARETH: Did the girl decide she doesn't need you, now that she has
that beast?
HOGGLE (angry): She wouldn't do nuthin' like that!
JARETH leans over the water, laughing.
JARETH: Don't you know she could never care for a repulsive thing
like you!
HOGGLE splashes and tries to stay afloat.
HOGGLE: She does care! Me 'n Sarah is friends!
JARETH: Only until something better comes along ... and I've
definitely got something better in mind!
HOGGLE: Don't you hurt her!
HOGGLE grabs on to the ledge and the gleeful GOBLINS push him back
down into the water.
JARETH: What I do to her is my business ... and it is inevitable.
He grabs HOGGLE by the shirt front and lifts him out of the water.
JARETH: You can be with me or against me.
HOGGLE (terrified): Wh ... what do I gotta do?
JARETH: I doubt if she can make it to the castle in time ...
He leans down and speaks directly into HOGGLE's face.
JARETH: But just in case, I want you to deliver her to me.
HOGGLE: Never! I'd rather die!
JARETH sneers scornfully.
JARETH: Then so you shall.
He drops HOGGLE back into the water. The GOBLINS shriek with delight.
HOGGLE goes under and comes up sputtering.
HOGGLE: Wait!
JARETH was about to leave. He turns back to HOGGLE, a look of
amusement on his face.
HOGGLE: I gotta know what ... what you'll do to her!
He splashes pathetically in a desperate attempt to stay above water.
JARETH: I will do what ever amuses me ...
He reaches into his cloak and brings out a perfect peach.
JARETH: All you have to do is give her this.
He tosses HOGGLE the peach. HOGGLE catches it and immediately the
water starts to recede.
JARETH: You've made a very wise decision.

I told you it was different. The bubble scene is also much different. And the ending is like, woah. OK, that's the best description I could find.

Link to the original script.

[Doesn't Really Need a Title]

2006-12-07T19:13:00.000-06:00

Aw, pshaw. Like that would ever happen. I would get in so much trouble. Man, that part would suck.

May the Force be with you, anonymous people.

One More Purple Plastic Crocodile is Dead Because of Me...

2006-12-07T18:38:00.000-06:00

Today I wore a hideous yet awesome purple mock croc jacket to school. You know, the kind that makes a plasticy noise when you move your arms. The kind that you wouldn't wanna wear out in the sun because of the shine. The kind you find in a second-hand store. *crowd throws rotten vegetables* All right, all right! That was bad. But I did get it at Goodwill. Needless to say, more people insulted me and gave me weird looks than they have in possibly all my life today. YES! New record, man. It would be a pretty good day if some people *cough*DOMINICK.*cough* would stop petting my sleeve. But that's okay.

May the Force be with you, all you poor Nagahide crocodiles. (Sounds like the name of a band, doesn't it?) And Dominick.

Thoughts on Labyrinth II: What's With the Whip?

2006-12-04T19:17:00.000-06:00

Link to "Thoughts on Labyrinth: God, Sara, You're So Stupid!"

The character Jareth played by David Bowie in Labyrinth is definetely an evil dude. But one would consider him the intellectual villian, not the kind of person who would torture people in the basement of his palace. I have no idea as to if the Castle Beyond the Goblin City even has a basement, but that's OK, you get the picture. {The Alamo doesn't have a basement either.} Well, he might lock them in one of his oubliettes, but he won't torture them firsthand. Then I want an explanation as to why he carries a whip around for most of the movie. I think the only scene in which he doesn't have it would be the "Dance Magic" scene. What's up with that? Did they just write it in because they thought it was sexy? (Well, it kinda is, but oh well.) Help me out here!

May the Force be with you, Mr. Goblin King, sir.

{Kinda brings to mind "SexyBack", doesn't it? Or is that just me?}

Yet Another Disturbing Resemblance

2006-12-04T16:03:00.001-06:00

Anyone remember "Holiday Rap"? You know, MC Miker G and DJ Sven? Of course you do. I mean, who can resist some good ol Dutch [or, as I say, Hollandish] rap? Well, yesterday, I got bored and I decided to see if they looked like they sounded. DJ Sven did. And he also looked a lot like someone else I know.

On the left is a picture of my great-grandpa Starkovic and on the right is DJ Sven. Weird, huh? I just hope I'm not related to the guy.

May the Force be with you, great-grandpa Starkovic and DJ Sven.

[And if you listen close you can still hear... "...We are going on a summer holiday, if you want to go, yo Sven, we're going to London and New York City and we take a little peice of Amsterdam..."]

Link to the first "disturbing resemblance"

Link to the second "disturbing resemblance"

Behold His Glory: The Jareth Post

2006-11-16T18:05:00.000-06:00

Like it? I do. I like it a lot. I could get like mundo-more, but that would take me like two hours and I would keep getting distracted. Plus, I got homework, and I'm already distracted enough.

So, I must leave. Look forward to more Jareth posts in the future.

May the Force be with you, David Bowie in all your hotness.

Talking Heads/ Dream Operator

2006-11-12T10:12:00.000-06:00

Artiste: Talking Heads

Album: True Stories

Song: Dream Operator

When you were little

You dreamed you were big

You must have been something

A real tiny kid

You wish you were me

I wish I was you

Now don't you wake up

The dream will come true

Every dream has a name

And names tell your story

This song is your dream

You're the dream operator

It's bigger than life

You know it's all me

My face is a book

But it's not what it seems

Three angels above

The whole human race

They dream us to life

They dream me a face

And every dream tells it all

And this dream is your story

You dreamed me a heart

You're the dream operator

Shake-it-up dream

Hi-di-ho dream

Fix-it-up dream

Look at me dream

I've been waiting so long

Now I am your dream

Hard to forget

Hard to go on

When you fall asleep

You're out on your own

Let go of your life

Grab on to my hand

Here in the clouds

Where we'll understand

And you dreamed it all

And this is your story

Do you know who you are?

You're the dream operator

And you dreamed it all

And this is your story

Do you know who you are?

You're the dream operator

May the Force be with you, Talking Heads

scream of extreme mental anguish!!!!!!!! HOW COULD I FORGET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-11-11T20:35:00.000-06:00

Just take that crowbar and bash my head in, for I have commited a sin greater than all the sins ever! I have... *sobchoke* forgotten Mike Score's birthday. I didn't even do anything! You don't know who Mike Score is, you say? HEATHEN!!!!!! FILTHY HEATHEN!!!!!!! Sorry. I must regain my composure. Mike Score was the guy from A Flock of Seagulls. You know, that band with the weird {but oddly sexy} hair? You don't agree with me? Die! Also, Frank Maudsley's birthday was yestersay, which I so rudely forgot to mention. Sorry, Frank. He was the bassist.

May the Force be with you, Mike Score and Frank Maudsley.

Thoughts on Labyrinth: "God, Sara, You're So STUPID!!!!!!!!"

2006-11-11T20:15:00.000-06:00

Ever watched Labyrinth? You know, that movie with David Bowie in tight pants, makeup, and the hottest wig ever? Yeah, that one. Well, I think Sara is stupid in that movie. You know that part where they're dancing in the bubble and "As the World Falls Down" is playing? And she runs away????? What a dolt!!!!!!!!!! Well, I wouldn't run away. I'd be smart. I'd be all like "Forget about the stupid kid. Take me back to your palace, Jareth. He was annoying anyway." Well, I guess she doesn't know a good thing when she sees it. Or maybe she's just STUPID !!!!!!!

May the Force be with you, Goblin King.

*note the words at the bottom of the page*

Ugh... tortured by my own kind! [With the help of Hinder and Zac Effren, of course]

2006-11-02T14:48:00.000-06:00

I'm here at school. Some girls are behind me blasting one of those Now CD's at me from behind. Luckily, my tape player provides a little consolence for me. I'm worried the batteries are gonna give out here in a little bit though. They were playing the "High School Musical" soundtrack, and "Lips of an Angel" after that, though, so, I guess that's okay in comparison. But I still hate it!!!! "Dancehall Days" is playing on my tape player right now. Not my favorite song in the whole world, but it's okay, and anything's better than... Wait a second. That riding dirty song. I much prefer Weird Al's version. Geez, if it weren't for him, I don't know how I'd survive. Well, I better go, it seems I have run out of words yet again.

May the Force be with you, Weird Al, and thanks for getting me through a bunch of torturous music. Oh, yeah, and Mike Score. You get credit, too.

Happy October 23, Everybody!

2006-10-23T17:12:00.000-05:00

Ya wanna know why I'm so happy it's October 23? Insignificant October 23 to everybody else? It's Weird Al's birthday! Yes, the one day in the whole year that forces me to drag out one of my dozens of Hawaiian shirts from out of the closet and actually iron it and wear it! The one day wear saying acordions are sexy is permissable! [Well, only on some people.] But there is a sad note to this otherwise joyful day. Today he turns 47. But I'll use my magical time machine and go back in time to when he was younger! Yay! But, first I have to invent it. But that's okay! I will eventually! And then I'll use my magical time machine to go back to today! And then I'll use it to go back in time. But how will I get out without the time machine? That's okay, I guess;I'll stay awhile. After all, he does look pretty sexy in leather pants.

May the Force be with you, Weird Al.

Instant Adjectives

2006-10-14T19:36:00.000-05:00

Here's all you gotta do to make... instant adjectives!!!

a.] Add "tastic" to the end. It works best with single-syllable words, but in some cases, you might be able to take the last syllable off. Like words that have a t at or near the end. Like sauerkraut becomes "sauerkrautastic".

Examples:

hairtastic [Describing awesome hair; hairflickfabulous; Mike Score]

porktastic [Like ribs.]
grillztastic [You wanna see my what?]

b.] Add "alicious" or "licious" to the end, depending on if the original word has a vowel at the end or not, and if it has two syllables.

Examples:

butterlicious [Like popcorn! Yummy. {It has two syllables, so this one is just "licious".}]

Norsealicious [Yay Thor!!!]

nerdalicious [Pocket protectors and big glasses are totally sexy.]

c.] Add "oid" to somewhere near the end. Some of these words can also be used as nouns, with varied definitions.

Examples:

humongoid [Big. Really, really big.]

penciloid ["One who obsessively collects and gaurds pencils." or "pointy".]

espressoid ["Coffee addict." or "Very strong."]

Others: "izzle" and [for Germans] "snitzzle".

It's adjectastic!

May the Force be with you, my fellow linguistinoids everywhere.

Yeah, well you're just jealous your pens don't match your shirt!

2006-10-07T23:05:00.000-05:00

Okay, all you people need to stop making fun of me for clipping my pens to my shirt. You're just jealous because

a.) Your pens don't match your shirt.
b.) You keep on losing your pens. If you did what I did, you wouldn't!!!
c.) Your pens are probably cheap plastic, unlike my sweet stainless steel Zebra pens. [They don't even get chew marks! Oh, what now?]
d.) You're most likely not nearly as smart as me.
e.) Or as humble.
f.) You don't know all the words to Ice Ice Baby, and don't have my sweet rapping skills. Oh yeah.
g.) You haven't eaten an entire gallon of spumoni ice cream in your life. [Well, neither have I, but I aspire to.]

h.) I'm on the English team, therefore I get like half the candy bars the librarian has behind the desk.

i.) Your hair won't hold anything you stick in it. [Thank you, genetics.]

j.) You can't explain the whole Star Wars saga within five minutes.

k.) You're not awake at past midnight, posting to your blog.

l.) You just wish you were me, don't you?

m.) Santa Claus is not your homeboy.

n.) You don't know any of pi beyond 3.14.

o.) People aren't constantly asking you what words mean. [Wait, unless you're Crayola.]

p.) You don't know the difference between a robot and an android. [An android is made from organic parts, like Frankenstein's monster, and a robot is all inorganic.] [Wait, I shouldnt have told you people that. Oh, well, now you can have some of my genius. Aren't I generous?]

q.) You don't own seven pairs of Chuck Taylors.

r.) You don't have a life-size cardboard Yoda outside your bedroom door.

There. Reasons a-r you're just jealous. I'm sure I could think of many more, but right now I'm about ready to fall forward into the keyboard and my typing is becoming dylexic. I had to correct this sentence like a million times.

May the Force be with you, all you worshippers out there who are jealous of me. I'm sure all you want in life is to simply bask in the glow of my omnipotence. Well, that's just too bad.

The Amazing Adventures of Bob and Melvin: Part 1

2006-10-06T20:07:00.000-05:00

This is a story I came up with out of my beautiful genius mind. Well, Sara helped. But mostly me. And I'm so humble, too, aren't I? WORSHIP ME! *coughcough* [Sara wrote more later, but this part was cheifly written by me} By the way, Carla was based on me. Where do you think I got the name "stalker lady"? Ashley says hi.

But The Amazing Adventures of Bob and Melvin.
by Lizz
And Sara

Chapter 01
One day, Bob and Zebidiah Jeremiah Jedidiah Clarence ( but we’ll just call him Melvin for convenience.) were moon walking in Joe’s apartment. Who is Joe? We will never know. Bob knocked over a lamp and tripped over it, falling on Melvin in the process. “Oh, sorry, man.”, said Bob as he got up. Now, the creepy stalker lady had been watching Bob and Melvin for quite some time, but she particularly liked Melvin. She was twenty-three and 3/7 years old . She had average looks but nobody knew her because she spent all her time staring out the window at Bob and/or Melvin and/or Joe through her binoculars. Her name was Elizabeth Cecelia Isabella Maxine Victoria Mary, but we’ll just call her Carla for no particular reason. Back to Joe’s apartment. Melvin got up, straightening his glasses, and said “What was that for?!” Bob just said “Sorry, man, it was an accident!” for like the fifth time that day. Melvin screamed “That’s it!!!” and quickly pulled out his precious, homemade lightsaber with the skill and speed of a Jedi master. (He had started this project, when cleaning out under his bed in the 6th grade, among the rats and lizards, he found a long length of blue tubing. That gave him an idea. He was still working on it, adding little phasers and doodads every now and then.) Bob then pulled out his tranquilizer gun ( he wasn’t nearly as much of a nerd as Melvin.) and shot Melvin. He fell to the floor stone-cold. Bob was worried. He had never had to use the tranquilizer before. He could tell Melvin had been losing sleep lately, by the way he came to the office late and promptly spilled hot coffee on his shirt. And how he seemed so tense and always had his lightsaber with him. It was like he had a group of maniacal squirrels out to get him, and he knew. Bob and Melvin had met in kindergarten when they simultaneously tripped over eachother's shoelaces, a once-in-a-lifetime event (or maybe even none-in-a-lifetime.) They were both bright kindergartners, and figured it must be fate that they tripped over eachother's shoelaces, and figured they must be brothers. So after school that day, Melvin snuck Bob home in his accordion case ( I told you they were bright kindergartners.) and left his accordion in Bob's seat at school (but not that bright.) and the janitor picked it up, and Melvin never saw Jeffrey again. (The janitor, Al, became very famous, but that's a whole different story altogether.) But that's okay, he bought a new one. So Melvin walked through the doorway of his house, dragging his accordion case behind him, and said to his mom, "Hey ,look, I found my brother!" Now, Melvin's mom had always been a little wary of sending her little Zebidiah to school, being the former hippie that she was, but this pushed her over the edge. Instead of withdrawing from school, she jumped a bus to the world famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn, where the towels are oh so fluffy and the shriners and the lepers play their ukeleles all day long and anyone on the street would gladly shave your back for a nickel. Poor Melvin was left momless. But him and his "brother" Bob took care of themselves. The first thing they bought was a Jif jar of peanut butter, which they tried to sell to the neighbors (which didn't work out, by the way.) Hey, who can blame them, they were five and it seemed like a good idea at the time. So all that was left to do was raid Melvin's mom's fridge (which they did.) There was so much frozen crap that it left them until they were old enough to come up with a better plan then selling peanut butter to the neighbors. After about fifteen years in the dark, they realized the big bucks were in accordion and bagpipe. Bob and Melvin would play accordion-bagpipe duets for an average profit of .00084 cents per day. The two brothers then decided to do something else. So they joined the circus as the Amazing Geek Brothers. There were two problems with this a.) they weren't even biological brothers and b.) who wants to see a bunch of geeks? (besides the geeks that write this story, but that's not the point.) They finally just decided to buy houses next to each other and live normal lives. Well, semi-normal, anyway. How can you live a normal life when your name's Melvin? Or even worse, Zebediah? Well, back to the present. Bob dragged the unconscious Melvin to window, and woke him by doing the world-famous Michael Jackson move and dangling him out the window. Melvin screamed and cried like a cheerleader would if you told her her butt was big. Bob pulled him back, trying to keep his temper, and saying "You tried to kill me again." Melvin replied to this by saying, "Sorry, I thought you were a camel." When Bob inquired of this answer, Melvin replied "Macaroni." Melvin had been kind of strange since he had that bagpipe case dropped on his head a couple years ago. Bob just deleted the whole incident from his prodigious brain and made Melvin some Canadian bacon to have with his twinkie-weiner sandwich, and put on some polka which always made him happy. Carla had been watching the whole thing and thought these two things: a.) hey, Canadian bacon! b.) Why is Melvin ignoring me? She then realized Melvin wasn't supposed to notice her, and quickly deleted her last thought. Carla had been watching Melvin since the 8th grade .She had been a very lonely band geek, and ever since seeing Zebediah Smith come in with his accordion slung around his neck, had fallen in love instantly. Creepy love. She decided then and there that even if it meant not getting any sleep some nights and getting up at 4:00 in the morning, she would never let him out of her sight. But it was very enjoyable work. At school, she would watch him from across the room, or follow him home. She was really creepy. But she was so convinced that Melvin was her one true love , she was willing to seem scary to everyone but her fellow stalkers. Many people attempted to warn Melvin that Carla was "always watching", but Melvin just laughed. He was slowly coming to a freaky realization that there may be some truth to these rumors. The bagpipe accident had knocked some sense into him. He always had his lightsaber with him, just in case. The "bagpipe accident" had happened after another unsuccesful bagpipe-accordion playing session. Bob decided to get a taco grande at Taco Bell. Melvin said he didn't want a roommate with gas, but Bob disregarded Melvin's comment and Melvin got stuck carrying both cases. Melvin put the bagpipe in the hands of a shady Mexican ( the heat was getting to Melvin that day.) Pedro (the shady Mexican), then climbed up to the top of the building and dropped the case on Melvin's head. Pedro didn't like geeks. The rest is history. Melvin woke up in St. Paul's general hospital, inquired what he was there for, answered his own inquirsion (yes , I know it's supposed to be inquiry.), and blacked out again. He then awoke to Frankie Yankovic in an apartment. Bob figured he should stay with his "brother" and went ahead and bought an apartment near St. Paul's just in case another freak Mexican/bagpipe accident occurred. ( Don't worry , Carla tracked them down.) And in case Melvin ever tried to massacre the "surgeon army" with his lightsaber again. Well, back to the present. Melvin grabbed his lightasber and walked to the fridge for some midnight sauerkraut. Melvin found none. So he went and tapped Bob on the shoulder. Startled Bob woke up screaming "NO! NO! You were the chosen one! You were supposed to defeat the Sith, not.." "Bob. BOB! It's only your brother. Stop fantasizing that you're Obi-Wan. Hey, and where did all the sauerkraut that we had in the fridge last night go, eh?" Bob just replied "I dunno. I didn't do anything like eat it or anything." Melvin brandished his lightasber and said "Oh, okay, so who did? Your pet lizard?" At this Bob rolled over and whispered to the cage next to his bed , "It's okay, Conan, he didn't mean anything by it." He then smothered his face in the pillow and mumbled "I dunno, go check again." So Melvin did. No sauerkraut.

Too be continued....

YouTube is my Saviour.

2006-09-18T15:26:00.000-05:00

Not only is YouTube free and you can get like almost anything there, but someone just posted a whole AFOS concert on there and I am very happy. Wait. Very happy? Try excrutiatingly ecstatic. Euphoria, even. Although this state has abated somewhat in the few weeks the concert's been on there, I'm still really really really really reall really really really happy. Really really really really really...

May the Force be with you, YouTube and the person that posted the concert.

More Excerpts from the Lizzard Dictionary

2006-09-16T12:54:00.000-05:00

greased-out- adj. Describing hair that has so much hair gel/hairspray it doesn't look like hair anymore.

flockus- n. the debris left over from a herd of wild girls passing through. [Hey, what did you expect it to be?]

hysterifalerical- adj. Extremly humorous.

Gargantumongonormous- adj. Big. Really really big

All words are original by Lizzard Lady.

May the Force be with you, Webster, and all the abecedarians. [That's actually a word; look it up.]

Vulgar Hair?

2006-09-16T12:38:00.000-05:00

I was feeling naseous as usual, so I went to the nurse's office. While I was there, I had nothing better to do, so I read part of the rule book in the front of my agenda. I find parts of it amusing. Like the fact that you get less punishment for drugs than for fighting. Then again, this is Brown County, and how many junior high kids do drugs in Redneckville, anyway?

Anyway, I found this part:

"n. Refrain from speech, conduct, clothing, jewelry, or hairstyles, which are profane, indecent, lewd, vulgar, or offensive to school purposes."

Now the first three make sense, but jewelry and hair? Now that just makes absolutely no sense at all. If by "offensive to school purposes", they would also mean distracting, that would make sense, because they freak out with green hair and stuff like that, but it still doesn't make much sense. When I asked Sara, she said "Maybe some people don't like seagulls." and gave me a really dirty look. She always thinks that's what I'm talking about. By the way, if you didn't get that, read the previous post.

May the Force be with you, hair rebels.

Strangest Argument Ever?

2006-09-10T11:58:00.000-05:00

Vs.Me and Sara were sitting at the lunch table and we were talking about uh... I don't know, stuff. Then, for some reason Sara said she just decided it was Culture Club Day. And I'm like "Isn't Boy George's hair just so sexy?" and Sara goes, "Yeah..." , but the problem with that was I was being sarcastic. So then, somehow, me and Sara were talking about who had the sexiest hair ever, and between the two of us, it boiled down to Boy George on Sara's side, and Mike Score on my side ["the dude from A Flock of Seagulls with the weird hair" for the uninformed] We're still going on. Like, if I'm talking to her in the hallway, I'll go "It is not." and she'll go "Is too." and then she says something like "I wouldn't be attracted to a guy who's hair is shaped like a bird." [It's supposed to be shaped like a seagull, but it kinda doesn't really look like one] and I'll say something like "Well, at least Mike Score's hair is more original." Ah, good times, good times.

May the Force be with you, Mike Score and Boy George.

Another August Birthday!!!

2006-08-23T16:03:00.000-05:00

Joining MTV and Paul Reynolds is... my TV!!!! I named it Earl because it's old and doesn't work too well anymore. Well, old for a TV, anyway. Sometime this month, it's turning twenty years old. Not sure what day, because the back just says "Manufactured: August 1986.", so I'm not sure what day. But it's lasted longer than mosty TVs without going to the junkyard, so I think it deserves a post. It and my Super Nintendo Gordy have served me well over the years. People say I'm living behind the times, but, hey, they're just jealous I still have my original GameBoy.

May the Force be with you, Earl.

Another question

2006-08-22T15:39:00.000-05:00

If Amish people are supposed to be so pure and stuff like that, how come they have so many kids?

May the Foorce be with you, Amish people.

Respect the Pink Man!!!!!

2006-08-22T15:23:00.000-05:00

This is the cover of AFOS's second album, Listen. Or, as I like to call it, The Pink Man. Not the album, I mean the cover. I took the inner sleeve (which also has the Pink Man on it) out of my copy of the album and folded it a little and put it in the sleeve on the back my algebra binder. Now I go up to people, turn my binder around and go either "Respect the Pink Man, yo!" or "It's the Pink Man! Fear it!!" The people that look at me weird are just jealous that the Pink Man is cooler than them.

May the Force be with you, Pink Man.

"Dude, They're Little and Fat!"

2006-08-15T18:30:00.000-05:00

School just started where I live, and on the first day I was sitting at the lunch table, well...eating lunch. The milk cartons look different this year. They're shorter and wider. Everybody was quiet and then Destinee just goes "Dude, they're little and fat!" It was a pretty weird experience. Unfortunately, me an Amanda had food in our mouthes, and we were trying not to laugh. So everyone at the lunch table was looking at us weird. But what can I say, we're weird anyway. Me and Amanda will never, NEVER, let Destinee live that down.

May the Force be with you, Destinee.

Men Without Hats/ The Great Ones Remember

2006-08-09T12:20:00.000-05:00

Artiste: Men Without Hats

Album: Rhythm of Youth
Song: The Great Ones Remember

Greatly overshadowed by the Safety Dance

Imagine yourself on the verge of committing

An act that you've always found silly or strange

Imagine yourself on the edge of discovering

Lately things have not been going your way

Communication is hard to establish

When things like a state of mind get in the way

And people don't eat, they just think what you feed them, now

The horses with their blinders eating the hay

Silently watching yourself in the mirror

Wondering if somebody else is to blame

Could it be somebody's in on your destiny?

Lately things have trouble looking the same

Could it be somebody else has the answer?

Could it be somebody's pulling my strings?

Say that is quite a nice dress that your wearing, now

Jump into another ring

Can you imagine what we put up with now

Generals and morons say we are still as proud

We coin the phrases like

We must when or die

All too confusing for me

Hello, goodbye

Don't forget that the great ones remember and please

Don't forget that we're nearing December

Isn't it funny the way it's connected

The print on your shirt and the one on the wall

Imagine if everyone had the same haircut

Wouldn't it be funny running it all?

Communication is hard to maintain

When the clothes that you're wearing

Are hurting my eyes

Things like improvement don't come overnight, boy

But at least you could try

Can you imagine what we put up with now

Generals and morons say we are still as proud

We coin the phrases like

We must win or die

All too confusing for me

Hello, goodbye

Don't forget that the great ones remember and please

Don't forget that we're nearing December and please

Don't forget that the great ones remember and please

Don't forget where you were toward December and please...

(ect., ect.)

May the Force be with you, Men Without Hats

Paul Reynolds' Birthday!

2006-08-04T11:27:00.000-05:00

This is Paul Reynolds. He played guitar in A Flock of Seagulls, until he got into drugs and dropped out in 1985, which really sucked. (They realeased another album after that, without him, but it wasn't as good, and it flopped.) Most people don't even know who Paul Reynolds is, but I thought he was that best part of the band. And it's his birthday, so I thought I'd do a post about him.

May the Force be with you, and happy birthday, Paul Reynolds.

Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday, MTV!

2006-08-01T20:03:00.000-05:00

I know, I know, real original title, but I'm not really original right now. As you probably know, today is MTV's 25th anniversary. I was hoping they would be showing some decent programming for a change, but NO, all the stuff from when music was actually original is on VH1 Classic, the one channel I would watch every single day, if we got it [GOD, SARA SUCKS.]. It also sucks that MTV is no longer devoted to music; they should change their name. How about RTV, for reality TV? That seems pretty accurate. Then agaian, I probably wouldn't watch MTV, because I don't listen to new music anyway.

May the Force be with you and happy birthday, MTV.

What about the second one?

2006-07-25T11:30:00.000-05:00

Sure, we all know the first video shown on MTV in 1981 was Video Killed the Radio Star. You'd have to either be very stupid, or have pop-culture defiency syndrom not to know that. But what about number two?, you ask. Well, I have done some research and found that it was You Better Run by Pat Benetar. Just thought you'd like to know that. What expecting a video? Look it up on Youtube if you want to see it!! Lazy. Oh, stop complaining, I put the link there for you and everything. Sheesh.

May the Force be with you, Pat Benetar, and people living in the shadow of others everywhere.

Pretty Cool, Huh?

2006-07-21T15:27:00.000-05:00

Look like a normal receipt to you? That's because it is. but check the date. That doesn't say '03, it says '83. This is the original receipt that I found was still with an album I bought not so long ago. The reason it's so white is because the scanner didn't scan it's true color. It's actually yellowed like it's supposed to be. This goes with my prized possesions, along with my bottle of Jolt. Did you know they still make that stuff? According to the receipt, the album was originally $6.99 without tax. I got it for $1.50. Good deal, eh? By the way, the album was Reach the Beach by The Fixx. Just thought you'd like to know that.

By the way, the ink is also supposed to be purple, but once again, my scanner was being stupid.

May the Force be with you, receipt people and The Fixx.

A Simple Question

2006-07-20T08:00:00.000-05:00

Do famous people have garage sales? I mean, seriously, no reason why they shouldn't. It would just make them richer by a few dollars. And anyway, the people who bought thier crap could sell it on ebay for a bunch of money. I can see it now... "Bill Gates' old knee socks!!! Before he was famous!!!! Buy now or else someone else will get it!!!!" Then again, I don't think anybody would buy that. Also then again, there's a lot of suckers out there. One time, I saw a dude selling a tuna sandwich. Nothing special, the description read "pass it on, see how long it lasts!" Crazy.

May the Force be with you, Ebay people. And famous people.

A Few Quotes from Lizzard Lady's Modern Life

2006-07-19T21:24:00.000-05:00

There was a Fresh Prince marathon on the other night, so that's where all those came from.

Will:"Carlton, this is a photo assignment, not a Prince video." - The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air

Carlton:"Having breakfast with Rico Sauve?" - The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

"... and suddenly you're standing next to Rico Sauve in line..." - radio commercial for online dating

"Ya makin lasagna?" - my aunt.

May the Force be with you, um... quote people.

What do crackers and Modern English have to do with eachother? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!!!!

2006-07-12T17:22:00.000-05:00

They have featured the song "I Melt With You" by Modern English in several Ritz cracker commercials. It's weird, because the song has nothing to do with crackers, even remotely. I mean crackers do not "melt in your mouth." It's a good song though.

May the Force be with you, Modern English and Ritz cracker dudes.

A Confusing Box

2006-07-12T17:06:00.000-05:00

Today, I saw a very confusing box in the garage, when we were cleaning it out for our garage sale. WE found the most awesome things. We found two Ghostbusters 2 lunchboxes, and a Pobbles lunchbox from '86. We also found a bunch of Smurf stuff, and the confusing box of which I speak. The box said:

New York brand

Texas toast

Product of Canada

Columbus, OH

A Lancaster Colony Company

WHAT.

May the Force be with you, Papa Smurf.

A Sad Tale of a Suicidal Hamster

2006-07-11T17:36:00.000-05:00

My friend Beca once had a hamster. His name was Mouse-mouse. But that's not the hamster I'm talking about. I'm talking about my friend Ali's hamster. He was the suicidal hamster. I would watch him as he climbed to the top of his birdcage (the hamster cage was too small for him.), and then drop himself off. Ali also has about 10 cats ( not joking!), and he climbed out before, so they had to seal the birdcage with horizontal wire. But somehow, he got out again, and we never saw him again. I think he knew. I think he craved freedom so much, he would do anything to claim it, even take his own life. *sniff* Well, I would kill myself , too, if my name was Pompom.

May the Force be with you, and rest in peace (and, sadly, peices), Pompom.

Top Three Songs With Most Unintelligible Lyrics

2006-06-29T12:55:00.001-05:00

I'm not dissing these songs or anything, I'm just saying the lyrics don't make much sense.

3.The Police/King of Pain (1983, Synchronicity)

The first verse (and the second one that repeats it) kind of halfway make sense if you analyze it enough, and the chorus, but the rest is just "what?" . I mean, what's "a skeleton choking on a crust of bread" supposed to mean?

lyrics to King of Pain

2. The Cars/Good Times Roll (1978, The Cars)

This song is half terrible metaphor, half Ric Ocasek running out of things to rhyme. the musical part of it is good, though. What were you thinking, Ric?

lyrics to Good Times Roll

1. The Human League/ Sound of the Crowd (1981, Dare)

Here's the moment you've been waiting for, the song with the stupidest lyrics ever!

OK, so the chorus kind of makes sense. But not much.

lyrics to Sound of the Crowd

Well, there you have it. The worst song lyrics in my collection.

May the Force be with you, uh, I can't think of anybody, Sorry.

Get What You Give/New Radicals

2006-06-21T22:15:00.000-05:00

Artist: New Radicals

Title:You Get What You Give

Album:Maybe You've Been Brainwashed, Too.

I know, you're shocked i'm putting a song from post-1990 on my blog, right? Well, it's a good song, and I hope you remeber it.

Wake up kids

We got the dreamer's disease

Age fourteen

They got you down on your knees

So polite

We're busy still saying please

Frienemies

Who when you're down ain't your friends

Every night

We smash their Mercedes-Benz

First we run

And then we laugh till we cry

But when the night is falling

You cannot find the light

You feel your dreams are dying

Hold tight

You got the music in you

(Don't let go)

You got the music in you

(One dance left)

This world is gonna pull through

(Don't give up)

You got a reason to live

(Can't forget)

We only get what we give

I'm coming home baby

*no idea aout this line*

Give it to me now!

Four AM

We ran a miracle mile

We're flat broke

But hey we do it in style

The bad rich

God's flying in for your trial

But when the night is falling

You cannot find a friend

You feel you're tree is breaking

Just then

You got the music in you

(Don't let go)

You got the music in you

(One dance left)

This world is gonna pull through

(Don't give up)

You got a reason to live

(Can't forget)

We only get what we give

This whole damn world

Can fall apart

You'll be ok

Follow your heart

Your in harm's way

I'm right behind

Now say you're mine

You got the music in you

(Don't let go)

You got the music in you

(One dance left)

This world is gonna pull through

(Don't give up)

You got a reason to live

(Can't forget)

We only get what we give

(Don't let go)

I feel the music in you

*another mumbled line*

Fly

High

What's real

Can't die

You only get what you give

You're gonna get what you give

Just don't be afraid to live

Health insurance ripoff lying

FDA big bankers buying

Fake computer crashes dining

Cloning while they're multiplying

Fashion shows *mumblemumblemumble*

Courtney Love and Marilyn Manson

You're all fakes, run to your mansions

Come around, we'll kick you're ass in

(Don't let go)

(One dance left)

A Very Uber-Short Post

2006-06-21T21:23:00.000-05:00

Dude.

Gangsters in the Sewers?

2006-06-21T21:22:00.000-05:00

Micheal Jackson/Beat It

Again, if you have dialup, this will take a long time to load. 30 minutes minimum. I feel your pain, I have dial- up, too.

I PROMISE, I will stop posting MJ videos, soon.

Notice in the beginning when he's lieing on the bed and he's wearing the piano shirt. What? And the gangsters in the sewers... I bet they stink.

Rock Paper Scissors? No, It's...

2006-06-20T14:07:00.000-05:00

Rock Paper Scissors Spock Lizard!!!!

This game was invented because it seems like when you know someone well enough, 75-80% of any Rock-Paper-Scissors games you play with that person end up in a tie. Well, here is a slight variation that reduces that probability. (Note that for those of you who like to swing your fist back and forth and say, "Rock, Paper, Scissors, GO!", might want to continue to do that, replacing "Rock" with "One," "Paper" with "Two," and "Scissors" with "Three.") This version is also nice because it satisfies the Law of Fives.

May the Force be with you, new additions spock and Lizard.

Ah...Nothing Like Queen at a Hockey Game in the Middle of June.

2006-06-20T12:37:00.001-05:00

It was a truly one-time-only experience. I caught the end of the Stanley Cup game last night when I came down to brush my teeth. I've never experienced a hockey game in June, much less the Stanley Cup. It was once in a lifetime. And then they started playing "We Are the Champions", which always makes me laugh for some odd reason. Maybe the fact that the song is just so...Queen, yaknow? aqnyway, I realized that this would never happen to me in June ever again, and I'm like "wow. cool."

I kow, I know, lame post, but I couldn't think of anything better to say, except muse about why there are gangsters in the sewers in the "Beat It" video, which also makes me laugh for some odd reason.

May the Force be with you, Hurricanes( they won.). O yeah, and Freddie Mercury.

Dancing Heads and Exploding Accordions

2006-06-13T19:57:00.000-05:00

They Might Be Giants/Don't Let's Start

*1986*

For those of you with dialup this will take a while to load. I'm talking like 30 minutes. Sorry. Don't feel bad,I have dial-up, too.

May the Force be with you, TMBG.

Am I The Only One This Lady Creeps Out?

2006-06-12T14:33:00.000-05:00

This *duh* is the cover of Duran Duran's Rio.

This isn't a very good image, but it was clearest and biggest I could find. I was listening to it at home, and I was looking at the cover and it just struck me that that lady looks like a zombie or a vampire. And, what's worse, her eyes seem to follow you around the room. You can't see it in the image, but she has a yellowish tinge above her eyes and on her cheeks. Look at herthrough your peripheral vision and she looks even creepier. Great album, but they could've picked some better cover art.

May the Force be with you, Duran Duran.

What IS Vegemite?

2006-06-11T16:16:00.000-05:00

We've all heard the Men at Work song "Down Under", right? Many a person, after hearing this song, was faced with a puzzling question: What IS Vegemite? And does it normally come in sandwich form? What does it look like? Does it smell bad? Well, ladies and gentlemen...

Top to bottom:Vegemite on toast, various cans of Vegemite

Vegemite
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Vegemite (pronounced "VEG-ee-mite", is the registered brand name for a dark brown, salty food paste made from yeast extract,used as a spread on sandwiches and toast, though occasionally used in cooking. It is popular in Australia and New Zealand and is known as one of Australia's national foods—it can be found in many Australian Diaspora communities such as London. Food technologist Dr. Cyril P. Callister invented Vegemite in 1923 when his employer, the Australian Fred Walker Company, had him develop a spread from brewer's yeast after war had disrupted the supply of imported yeast spreads.
The brand is now owned by Kraft Foods, an American multinational that is part of the AltriaGroup of companies and Australian produced Vegemite is available in the United Kingdom and United States.
Vegemite's name was picked at random out of a hat by Fred Walker's daughter, Sheilah. Faced with growing competition from the similar British Marmite, the product was known from 1928 to 1935 as "Parwill", allowing a convoluted advertising slogan that said "Marmite but Parwill"—that is, "Ma (mother) might not like the taste but I'm sure Pa (father) will." This attempt to expand market share was unsuccessful and the name was changed back to Vegemite. Today Vegemite far outsells Marmite and other similar spreads in Australia.
Vegemite is made from leftover brewers' yeast extract, a by-product of beer manufacture, and various vegetable and spice additives. The taste is difficult to describe but is extremely salty and slightly bitter, and as might be expected, malty. While highly popular in Australia and New Zealand, it has never been successfully marketed elsewhere. It is notorious for the dislike it generates amongst some foreigners. Vegemite is not liked by all Australians - some find it far too salty to be palatable - but it remains an iconic symbol of Australia. It is available at some supermarkets and specialty food shops in a number of other countries.
Vegemite is often spread very thinly, with liberal amounts of butter first to help to soften the strong taste, or with sliced or melted cheese. A variation on vegemite toast is 'tiger toast' - where after spreading with vegemite, strips of cheese are melted onto the toast, creating a striking visual effect. It is also a key ingredient in the popular "Cheesymite Scroll" or "Cheddarmite Scroll" produced by bakeries in Australia, a savoury spiral pastry which includes cheese spread and Vegemite. A teaspoon of Vegemite can also be used in place of stock in some recipes.
The high salt level in Vegemite, serving as a preservative, has helped build its reputation as a long lasting product, leading to popular phrases such as "Vegemite will only go bad once the lid rusts through", hinting that an original tinned Vegemite could still be edible today.

Vegemite's rise to popularity was helped by marketing campaigns in the 1940s, using groups of smiling, attractive healthy children singing a catchy jingle entitled "We're happy little Vegemites". Indeed, many Australians still use the phrase "happy little Vegemite" to describe such children. Re-edited versions of the advertisements and jingle continue to be used for their appeal to patriotic nostalgia.
The lyrics to the Jingle are:
We're happy little vegemites
as bright as bright can be,
we all enjoy our Vegemite
for breakfast, lunch, and tea
our mummies say we're growing stronger
every single week
because we love our Vegemite
we all enjoy our Vegemite
it puts a rose in every cheek

Trivia:
Vegemite is mentioned in the lyrics of Doen Under by Men at Work:
I said "Do you speak-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich
The song is cited by many non-Australians as the first time they had ever heard of the food.
Legend has it that if you smear Vegemite behind your ears, it will deter the drop bear.

Products similar to Vegemite
Bovril
Mightymite
Marmite

Cenovis
Dick Smith Foods' Aussiemite (created because Vegemite is now owned by an American-based firm)
Vitam-R (especially popular in Germany, but available in health food stores in the UK)
Viandox a liquid form of marmite-like, sold in France

... now you know.

May the Force be with you, Men at Work and other Australian people.

Zombies!

2006-06-02T16:40:00.000-05:00

Micheal Jackson/Thriller(the end part, I couldn't put all of it on here because my computer wouldn't load part the middle part and....let's just say it's a long story)

And they're dancing...

For those of you with dial-up (like me) this will take a long time to load. Sorry.

May the Force be with you, Micheal Jackson and the undead everywhere.

A Few Observations on Leather Pants

2006-06-02T15:54:00.000-05:00

Let us discuss the importance of black leather pants in modern society. If we didn't have leather pants, would we have anything to make fun of for fat guys for wearing? Would bored and slightly creepy people *SARA* have anything to drool over in their spare time? NO! This is why we must preserve the leather pair of pants. For future generations. THINK OF YOUR GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GRANDCHILDREN!!!!!! Don't let these cultural icons slip away!!!

May the Force be with you, hair bands and slaughtered cows.

Yes, there IS a Difference.

2006-06-01T22:06:00.000-05:00

I don't care what you say, there is too a difference between bad and BAD. BAD , although spelled the same is something you wanna be, and is said with feeling, as in "but you wanna be BAD!"( see http://jedilizard.blogspot.com/2006/04/but-you-wanna-be-bad.html for explanation.) Bad is something you get in trouble for being. Now which one would you rather be?

May the Force be with you, Micheal Jackson.

2nd Place Two Years in a Row? That's Gotta Be Harsh.

2006-06-01T21:21:00.000-05:00

This is Prem Trivedi. He won second place by missing 1 word in both the 1997 and 1998 national spelling bees. I watched the 1997 one a long time ago. I watched it a second time this weekend, and when I learned he was going to be on the 1998 one, I watched that one too. This is the best picture I could find of him, though it's not a very good one. There were only two pictures I could find of him. He came so close. Nobody remembers Prem. But I do.

I mean, aren't those just the sexiest glasses ever? *sigh*

(not sarcasm)

May the Force be with you, Prem Trivedi.

The Hottest Wig Ever

2006-05-29T16:56:00.000-05:00

Crayola was at my house over the weekend and we were watching Labyrinth. We both agreed David Bowie had the hottest wig ever on in that movie. See for yourself. Not to mention his makeup.

Yeah, I know. He's the shiznit.

May the Force be with you, David Bowie.

The Lizzard Dictionary

2006-05-26T20:35:00.000-05:00

Wooo! Here's some new definitions.

coleec dust-The spore's of the coleec plant, native to California, often airborne (Derives from my mom's mishearance of "warm smell of coleec dust, rising up throough the air".)

neminin- An idiot, often small.

phrunk -Somewhere in between back and front.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

May the Force be with you, Webster.

And the Sexiest Vegetarian Is...

2006-05-23T17:54:00.000-05:00

PRINCE!!!!!

The annual title of "Sexiest Vegetarian" was given to Prince this year. I'm confused on why a contest like that even exists. Maybe this will save Prince from oblivion. I doubt it.

Sara(see http://jedilizard.blogspot.com/2006/03/sara-says-hi-everybody.html) is furious that the object of her devout worship and passionate devotion, Weird Al Yankovic, didn't win. Sometimes she really creeps me out.

May the Force be with you, Prince and vegetarians everywhere.

I Don't Think I Can Stand Living Here Anymore

2006-05-17T15:11:00.001-05:00

I live in Southern Indiana, or known to me in my mind, Redneckville. It really sucks. I was talking to Gabe, the guy I sit with at lunch, today and he started talking about football. He said he's still mad at me for saying that the new stadium that we are building for our worthless football team that we used millions of tax dollars that could have been used to fund education and safety is a pointless endeavor. I was really mad at him. All he cares about is football. There's too many stupid rednecks and and old high school jocks in Indiana that we care more about sports than anything else. For example, theschool administration hands out medals to all people who participated in "sports". That's in qoutes because they count they sluttiness in its purest form that they refer to as cheerleading. The cheerleading hopefuls for next year are practicing in the gym right now. The librarian left early, so I have nothing to do but update. I guess that's good, beacause I need to get back in the habit again. I've been missing a couple days lately. I still have Beat It stuck in my head. The Acedemic Team commpetition is over. We pretty much are okay, but Science and Social Studies need to work on it. English and Math got first in our division. I'm on both of them, as well as being the English representative for the Interdisciplinary Team. The acedmic teams worked twice as hard as the dumb jocks. We barely had a celebration. I am grateful for the coaches that were willing to throw a small party for us in the cafeteria after school ON THEIR OWN BUDGETS. It was announced ONCE over the announcements. They're having a school-funded "Sports Banquet", a giant dance for all the jocks and their cheerleaders (they tend to come in pairs). I am so mad at the school. They have been announcing that the Sports Banquet is on whatever day it's on since last week. And it's not until the last week of school, which is somewhere around the 24th . They DISTURB CLASSES to have the jocks vote for "most outstanding" male and female athletes of the year. I try to speak up, but no one listens to the one who actually goes to school to learn, which , in case all you people out there have'nt learned, is what you're supposed to do. These people, even though they all have brains at least big enough to function, have no common sense and virtually, according to my observations, no process of thought. I find them saying the same lines and going through the same conversations over and over again. LIke a broken record. It's scary. I don't blame the elderly for being exsasperated with youth. I'm worried about the state of the English team by next year. I was the only seventh grader this year, and all the eighth-graders on the team will be going to the high school next year. But I'm sure the football team will have no shortage of eager volunteers.

On a much different note, I got to see Kevin, my favorite, on Jeopardy again last night. I thought Kevin meant business, but he came in second, and unfortunately will not be going to the finals. He's still awesome though. I think the finals start tonight. I'll be watching.

May the Force be with you, my fellow nerds.

I've Had My Serving of Ancient Roman Cities Today. Have You?

2006-05-15T17:03:00.000-05:00

Yeah, that's right, I ate Pompeii today. I feel so awesome. I took a picture of my miraculous mashed potato sculpture before I ate it. I cant beleive I had to go and eat it! It was so... *sniff* beautiful. Ah, what the heck, it tasted good. I started to use A1 suace for the lava, but we ran out of it, so I just used Tiger Sauce. It made the potatoes spicy anyway. Actually, we didn't really run out of A1 sauce. When I went out to the garage to show my mom and dad my beautiful sculpture my mom says "yaknow, we had a new bottle of A1 sauce in the pantry." Yeah, sure, now she tells me.

May the Force be with you, mashed potatoes.

Airwaves/Thomas Dolby

2006-05-12T17:39:00.000-05:00

Title:Airwaves

Artist:Thomas Dolby

Album:The Golden Age of Wireless

This is a really good song and can be interpreted many ways, or not interpreted at all. She Blinded Me with Science also being on this album, it got most of its glory taken away. It is much more mellow than most of Dolby's early works.

Strange how the scale forms

In tiny patterns

On my antenna

And the fiveoclock show

Hello, hello

Brooklyn is crawling

With famous people

I turn my vehicle

Beneath the river, west from south

Through the airwaves

People never read the airwaves

Do we only feed the airwaves?

I really should have seen through the airwaves

Electric fences

Line our new freeway

Here in the halflight

The motorhomes leave

Knee deep in water

Under a pylon

How slow my heartbeat

How thin the air I'm breathing in

Through the airwaves

People never read the airwaves

Do we only feed the airwaves?

Or stamp them out at street level?

Airwaves

The dampness of the wind, the airwaves

The tension of the skin, the airwaves

I really should have seen through the airwaves

Be in my broadcast

When this is over

Give me your shoulder

I need a place to

Wait for morning

No it was nothing

Some car backfiring

Please don't ask questions

I itch all over; let me sleep

Through the airwaves

People never read the airwaves

Do we only feed the airwaves?

Or stamp them out at street level?

Airwaves

The dampness of the wind, the airwaves

The tension of the skin, the airwaves

I really should have seen through the airwaves...

May the Force be with you, Thomas Dolby.

Jeopardy Junkie!

2006-05-10T17:46:00.000-05:00

I LOVE JEOPARDY! I watch it every night at 7:30, dedicated watcher that I am. And on the weekends, when it's not on until midnight, I watch reruns. This one dude on the reruns, Ulhas, is really awesome. Right now it's Tornament of Champions time! WOOOO! It was really funny because these guys were like really nerdy and the three of the categories were and I quote "Star Trek, Star Wars, or Lord of the Rings", "I Need A Date(you had to tell the date an event happened)", and "You Have No Life(refers to lifeless things, like and Antarctica and antbiotics)". This one dude Kevin, he was awesome. Hope he wins tonight, too.

Not to mention that Alex Trebek is only the coolest game show host ever.

May the Force be with you, Alex Trebek, and everyone that's ever been on Jeopardy.

Fat Guy in A China Buffet

2006-05-05T15:54:00.001-05:00

Yesterday, my dad came home and started telling this stupid story about a fat guy at the China Buffet. He said he was hungry on his way home from work, so he stopped at China Buffet. The only guy besides him that was in there was this really uber-fat guy with sweatpants and an old tshirt on. By the time my dad was done eating one plate and some soup, the guy had gone back three times, and his plate was like not human size amounts of food. And everytime he went back he sat down and kind of sighed and looked at his food like he was on a mission from God. I can't describe it very well, since my dad was the one there, but that's what he told me. Fat people. Gets you every time.

My dad had another food-related story. He went to Burger King the day before that and he got one of the grease-markers they use to mark the sandwiches and ate half of it before he realized and got his money back.

May the Force be with you, 8 Lucky.

Coincedence? Or Are the Aliens trying to Tell Me Something?

2006-04-30T17:52:00.000-05:00

Okay this is really weird. It has happened over the last few days, and it's pretty creepy. The days are seperated by athe lines of asterisks.

1. I get a page of trivia emailed to me daily, and one of them was about San Fransisco, California.
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2. Me and my mom were driving to the school so I could take the bus to the Acedemic Competition, and "California Girls" was on the radio.
3. There was a math problem involving California.
4. I was bored and listened to my radio at the competition. Guess what was on the radio? "Hotel California."
5. In this cheesy sci-fi movie from the 80s, the kid in the movie says to the alien that's flying him home in his spaceship, "yeah, first we'll fly over California..."
6. There was an advertisement for California Raisins on a park bench in Back to the Future.
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7. I was cleaning my room and a picture album I was getting rid of was made in California.

I LIVE IN INDIANA.

May the Force be with you, Arnold Swarshchenagger(is that how you spell it?)

Another Disturbing Resemblance

2006-04-28T19:10:00.000-05:00

Dick Cheney and Billy Idol

Well, the mouth anyway.

Click below to see the original Disturbing Resemblance. http://jedilizard.blogspot.com/2006/03/disturbing-resemblance.html

May the Force be with you, Dick Cheney and Billy Idol.

Grills: The New Ice Ice Baby?

2006-04-28T16:25:00.000-05:00

I was in the car with Ali and her mom the other day and she listens to totally different stuff than what I do. I listen to 80s stuff, mostly New Wave, and she listens to rap and hip-hop and crap like that. So that one grills song came on and all this time I'm thinking about how everybody thought Ice Ice Baby was the shiznit when it came out in 1990, and now, 15 years later, we finally come to a realization that it's actually pretty stupid. That's what I predict is gonna happen to Grills. It's a stupid song, but nobody realizes this, except for my awesome superior mind. Okay, that was the daily prediction from Lizzard the Prophet.

May the Force be with you, whoever does the Grills song.

But You Wanna Be Bad!

2006-04-24T16:38:00.000-05:00

I've had Beat It stuck in my head for...6 consecutive days now. It's always playing in the back of my mind. Really bothers me. Well, at least it's from when Micheal Jackson was cool. Plus it's kinda you know...WEIRD when I'm always mumbling something like "they told you don't you ever come around here... don't wanna see your face you better dissapear... the fire's in their eyes and their words are very clear so beat it... just beat it." Then again, I consider weird sort of a compliment. For me anyway.

THEY TOLD YOU DON'T YOU EVER COME AROUND HERE

DON'T WANNA SEE YOUR FACE YOU BETTER DISSAPEAR

THE FIRE'S IN THEIR EYES AND THEIR WORDS ARE VERY CLEAR SO BEAT IT

JUST BEAT IT

YOU BETTER RUN YOU BETTER DO WHAT YOU CAN

DON'T WANNA SEE NO BLOOD DON'T BE A MACHO MAN

YOU WANNA BE TOUGH BETTER DO WHAT YOU CAN SO BEAT IT

BUT YOU WANNA BE BAD!

JUST BEAT IT!

BEAT IT!

NO ONE WANTS TO BE DEFEATED!

SHOWIN HOW FUNKY

STRONG IS YOUR FIGHT

IT DOESN'T MATTER

WHO'S WRONG OR RIGHT

JUST BEAT IT

THEY'RE OUT TO GET YOU BETTER LEAVE WHILE YOU CAN

DON'T WANNA BE A BOY YOU WANNA BE A MAN

YOU WANNA STAY ALIVE BETTER DO WHAT YOU CAN SO BEAT IT

JUST BEAT IT

YOU HAVE TO SHOW THEM THAT YOU'RE REALLY NOT SCARED

YOU'RE PLAYIN WITH YOUR LIFE THIS A'INT NO TRUTH OR DARE

THEY'LL KICK YOU AND THEY'LL BEAT YOU AND THEY'LL TELL YOU IT'S FAIR SO BEAT IT

BUT YOU WANNA BE BAD!

JUST BEAT IT!

BEAT IT!

NO ONE WANTS TO BE DEFEATED!

SHOWIN HOW FUNKY

STRONG IS YOUR FIGHT

IT DOESN'T MATTER

WHO'S WRONG OR RIGHT

JUST BEAT IT!

BEAT IT!

NO ONE WANTS TO BE DEFEATED

SHOWIN HOW FUNKY

STRONG IS YOUR FIGHT

IT DOESN'T MATTER

WHO'S WRONG OR RIGHT

JUST BEAT IT!!!!!!!!

wow. glad i got that outta my system. here. click on this link if you have Real Player.

May the Force be with you, Micheal Jackson.

Mouthpieces. Very High on the List of Things You Do NOT Want to Smell.

2006-04-24T16:32:00.001-05:00

At least when they're dirty anyway. They're ok when they're new. I know this because I was just cleaning the mouthpeice on my beautiful saxophone Adolphe (named after Adolphe Sax, who invented the saxophone, not the Nazi leader). It was really nasty. Just thought you'd like to know if you don't already... DON'T SMELL WOODWIND MOUTHPEICES or old reeds. They don't smell so good either.

May the Force be with you, Adolphe (my saxophone.)

And Now for Something Completely Different.

2006-04-09T12:21:00.001-05:00

Canadian Bacon= Madonna. In disguise.

May the Force be with you, ZTB (don't ask) and Madonna.

Stupid Restraining Order

2006-04-09T12:05:00.000-05:00

Stalker
Pt. I (Hunter)

I know when you're awake.
I know when you sleep.
But you don't know I'm there.
You cannot see me
I am invisible
A phantom on the air
Watching
I know when you get home
And I know where you live
I know you
But you don't know me.
You are my life, my obsession
But to you I am the unnoticed face in you rear-view mirror
As you drive "home".
Where even there you are not safe from
My eyes

Waiting

Wishing

Watching

Always watching

Pt.II (Hunted)

An aura of melancholy

Floats above my head

Like a crooked halo

Everything seems normal

But what is normal, anyway?

Walking home, I hear footsteps

Echo my own

I turn to face no one

I am prey

With an unseen predator

Nervous

Shaken

I hear voices at night

Fading in the twilight of dawn

My imagination

Feeding on the thoughts of my

Troubled mind?

But they seem so real...

No, I'm just

Nervous

Shaken

Haunted by some invisible prescense

Hunted by a phantom of the night.

Creepy, huh?

May the Force be with you, stalkers and stalkees everywhere.

Sara Says Hi, Everybody

2006-03-30T18:32:00.000-05:00

This is my friend Sara. Well, the closest picture I could find anyway. She likes 80s music and Weird Al. And she hates my Dad's fried Spam sandwiches. She likes Tears for Fears a lot, too.

Shout

Everybody Wants to Rule the World.

(look, links!)

Well, that's Sara.

May the Force be with You, Sara.

Disturbing resemblance

2006-03-23T19:31:00.000-05:00

Anikin Skywalker, Episode II and Vanilla Ice

AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES A RESEMBLANCE HERE?!?!

May the Force be with you., Vanilla Ice and Anikin.

Well, Now You Know.

2006-03-21T18:42:00.000-05:00

The "ch, ch, ch, ah, ah, ah" sound in the Friday the 13th film scores is actually supposed to be the beginnings of the word "kill" and the word "mommy," according to composer Harry Manfredini who started the whole thing in the first place. You see, because Jason's mother was the killer in the first film. Which is treated as though it's a revelation in VH-1's series even though I'd think Scream kinda blew the doors off that one. And because there's a scene in Friday the 13th in which Jason's mom crazily speaks to herself "as" her son, saying "Kill her, Mommy! Kill her!" So you see it all makes perfect sense.

May the Force be with you, Jason Vorhees.

Suicide Day/A Flock of Seagulls

2006-03-06T18:02:00.000-05:00

Artist: A Flock of Seagulls

Album: The Story of a Young Heart

Title: Suicide Day

Notes: This is possibly the worst song to listen to when you are depressed. * indicates that I don't really know the lyrics, but I've heard this one, and it makes sense. Sorry, Mike Score mumbles a lot. Sorry about the slight redundancy.

I got a question.

I got a question, you should know.

I need the answer.

I need the answer for my soul.

Give me a reason

Explain the things you've said and done.

Give me the answer.

But do you really know?

You got to tell me.

You gotta tell me what's gone wrong.

Give me an idea

So I can carry on.

I have'nt got a reason for the crying.

I have'nt got a reason for the pain.

I have'nt got a reason for the lying.

Come on and tell me.

Come on and tell me what's gone wrong.

Why do you use me?

Why do you use me off and on?*

We had one heart.

We had a love that was so strong.

Come on and tell me

So I can carry on.

I have'nt got a reason for the crying.

I have'nt got a reason for the pain.

I have'nt got a reason for even living

One more day.

I have'nt got a reason for the crying.

I have'nt got a reason for the pain.

I have'nt got a reason for even living

One more day.

I need an answer.

Give me the answer to my prayers.

I need to hold you.

I turn around but you're not there.

Come on and tell me

If what you did was planned.

Why don't you want me now?

I just don't understand.

I have'nt got a reason for the crying.

I have'nt got a reason for the pain.

I have'nt got a reason for even living

One more day.

Suicide day... suicide day... suicide day...(fades out.)

Okay, so it's a bit repetitive. But it's still a good song. Most of it is the way he sings it.

May the Force be with you, AFOS (Mike and Ali Score, Paul Reynolds, Frank Maudsley).

Salsa Explosion

2006-03-05T19:21:00.000-05:00

Okay, so a last night, we were gonna eat TACOS. So my mom tried to open the salsa bottle and she couldn't open it. So she tried harder and the salsa just went everywhere. It was actually pretty funny. My mom was complaining, but I thought it was histerifalarical. Okay, that's it.

May the Force be with you, salsa dudes.

Panorama/The Cars

2006-02-27T18:41:00.000-05:00

Artist:The Cars

Album: Panorama

Title: Panorama

I'm gonna get what's coming to me

No surprises

No impressions

Hey, what's wrong with you tonight

Just sittin' on your can-can

Doing the panoram

With nothing to contemplate

With nothing to search for

With nothing to integrate

With nothing to do

'Cept think about you

With nthing to do

'Cept fall for blue

I just wanna be in your

Panorama
I'm gonna take what's coming to me

No entanglements

And no compromise

Get the picture?

I'm on my knees

Lookin' at your hot shot

Turning down your

Offer

I'm ripping it up

I'm looking away

I'm pulling my flag up

'Cause I'm miles away
With nothing to do

'Cept think about you

Yeah

I just wanna be in your panorama

I'm gonna find my way outta here

No pushing the buttons

No deals with daddy-o

I'm gonna get myself in trouble

Gonna take my chances
If I break your bubble

I'm ripping it up

I'm looking away

I'm pulling my flag up

'Cause I'm miles away

With nothing to do

'Cept think about you

With nothing to do

Yeah

I just wanna be in your panorama etc.(fades out)

May the Force be with you, Cars(Ric Ocasek, Benjamin Orr, Greg Hawkes, Elliot Easton.)

first post

2006-02-26T16:14:00.000-05:00

Hey everybody. I don't honestly believe anybody's gonna read this, but oh, well. Okay. All right, here's some information on me.

Real name: Lizz Mattingly

Residence: Brown County, Indiana

Occupation: People call me Stalker Lady.

Age: 12 right now, 13 on March 20.

Hobbies: Basically anything to do with Star Wars.

Favorite Author: Ray Bradbury. For the unelightened, he's a sci-fi writer.

Favorite book: Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

Favorite Subject: Math(of course, who doesn't like math?)

Favorite colors: Green(I'll explain why later), black, orange.

Favorite Holiday: Halloween

Favorite Shoe: Chucks(I own six different colors)

Favorite Artists(music): Devo(mostly early punk DEvo, instead of what most people think of as

Devo), Talking Heads, Pink Floyd, The Cars, INXS, A Flock of Seagulls, Depeche Mode, early Thomas Dolby, you get the picture.

Nicknames various people have given me(I have NO idea where some of these came from): Weezy, Louise, Lizzard Lady, Business Lady, Liz-liz, Miss Wizzer(this is what my aunt calls me.)

Izzy.

What most people think of me: I'm a phreek.

What most high school girls think of my older brother: Oh my GOD, he is so hot! ( I can't stand this. My brother is pretty awesome, he's the one who got me into Star Wars, but I wish they would stop writing that my brother is hot on the bathroom stalls.)

Okay, that's me. Hopefully you know me by now.

May the Force be with you, everyone.

Powder Blue Tuxedo

A Salute to Oscar.

The Eight Best Villains Ever.

"But I'm still frightened by the telephone..."

The Things I Do For Love

Witness the Power of My Hyperness

Neccessity

Stupendous quote of the day.

Random Notes On A Blackout

Good morning.

Elevator Effect

Lizz is Depressed

Closet Excavation Time!

Lizz's Fantabulistic Rules of Life

What is wrong with my mind?: A Post Dedicated to the... Interesting Thoughts of Lizz

Echo and the Bunnymen/ The Killing Moon

Random words from various sources...

The lovely {and I do mean lovely} Nick Rhodes post.

Dammit... that poster's been affecting my dreams.

Breaking News: LIZZ WAKES UP WITH COOL HAIR, HAIR BECOMES NOT-COOL

Finally!... My dream!... Realized!... Uh, halfway, anyway.

Possibly the most awesome sandwich in sandwich history.

Depressed Curt ♥'s Window. :)

Very sparkly... and very deadly...

Oh, yeah. Pirate Shirt.

Thoughts on Labyrinth IV: Ludo!!!

You Wanna Know Who's Gonna Win The Super Bowl?

Random Quotes

Holy Crap.

"BAM! Where's my merit badge?!?!"/ Vacuum Dance

I Can't Think of Anything Right Now. Sorry.

Oh no! Spelling error!

AHHHHHH! BURNT COOKIE!

Sting Looks Really Good With Glasses.

Thoughts on Labyrinth III: Interesting Comparison

[Doesn't Really Need a Title]

One More Purple Plastic Crocodile is Dead Because of Me...

Thoughts on Labyrinth II: What's With the Whip?

Yet Another Disturbing Resemblance

Behold His Glory: The Jareth Post

Talking Heads/ Dream Operator

*scream of extreme mental anguish*!!!!!!!! HOW COULD I FORGET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thoughts on Labyrinth: "God, Sara, You're So STUPID!!!!!!!!"

Ugh... tortured by my own kind! [With the help of Hinder and Zac Effren, of course]

Happy October 23, Everybody!

Instant Adjectives

Yeah, well you're just jealous your pens don't match your shirt!

The Amazing Adventures of Bob and Melvin: Part 1

YouTube is my Saviour.

More Excerpts from the Lizzard Dictionary

Vulgar Hair?

Strangest Argument Ever?

Another August Birthday!!!

Another question

Respect the Pink Man!!!!!

"Dude, They're Little and Fat!"

Men Without Hats/ The Great Ones Remember

Paul Reynolds' Birthday!

Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday, MTV!

What about the second one?

Pretty Cool, Huh?

A Simple Question

A Few Quotes from Lizzard Lady's Modern Life

What do crackers and Modern English have to do with eachother? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!!!!

A Confusing Box

A Sad Tale of a Suicidal Hamster

Top Three Songs With Most Unintelligible Lyrics

Get What You Give/New Radicals

A Very Uber-Short Post

Gangsters in the Sewers?

Rock Paper Scissors? No, It's...

Ah...Nothing Like Queen at a Hockey Game in the Middle of June.

Dancing Heads and Exploding Accordions

Am I The Only One This Lady Creeps Out?

What IS Vegemite?

Zombies!

A Few Observations on Leather Pants

Yes, there IS a Difference.

2nd Place Two Years in a Row? That's Gotta Be Harsh.

The Hottest Wig Ever

scream of extreme mental anguish!!!!!!!! HOW COULD I FORGET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!