Thursday, October 16, 2008
The Great Trip
Today, a select handful of government students visited the glorious City of Brotherly Love. Under the pretense of historical intellect saturation, we engaged in all manner of heinous shenanigans. On the bus ride there, Brooks and Nathan took in the marvelous cinematic achievement Happy Gilmore while Michael and Darsh viewed the spectacle of the Princess Bride. Then we arrived. We were subjected to a bombastic presentation recalled by rote by a hideous employee of the National Constitution Center. This scholar imbued us with the true meaning of "WE THE PEOPLE". Then...JIM'S MOTHERFUCKIN STEAKS. Omg, best Philly cheesesteaks ever. Following this gastronomic masterpiece, Thomas and I visited the site of a Starbucks, whereupon we purchased two coffees. Nabil then obscured his location, sending the two of us on a haphazard journey into the recesses of the soul. Eventually, the rest of our group was located and we traveled to Independence Hall. This was a most edifying experience, which was the last of our trip. The bus returned, and we made our way back to our welcoming hometown, with much tomfoolery on the ride there. I then hiked on foot to my humble abode, and proceeded to transcribe this detailed account.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
squares and triangles
Hence the commality of all thou prodigious beings of the "writers" within here group assuming a role in the product of entanglement "4A" I shall hope that our thoughts may concour as to the genuity of our ephemeral galleries. Speaking for thine's own self, I found a personable group, and I believe that perserverance shall be in great demand for a result of an efficacious proportion. For fortuitousness shall be of need or slimly occurance may be contemporary to the grand. Even the professionals appear to exercize a reliance on a near dereliction. So how am I to be amiable when the spoils are not mine to share? So bottom line, how are these projects going be any good if professionals that spend weeks to months on them have half of theirs turn out to be shit?
The Powderpuff Game
A legendary tournament for the ages, illustrated by this marvelous photo. Chortle away, but know that we're more comfortable with our sexuality than you.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
A Conversation, in Shakespearean verse
Joe: Was there English homework?
Kevin: That is unbeknownst to me. But I believe we're just supposed to reflect on Hinduism.
Joe: Ok. Apparently Creed's class was supposed to write about that video.
Kevin: That ain't us I don't think so. Tell me if ye finds it to be so.
Joe: I shall always have your back. In the event of a homework sneak attack.
Kevin: May I callest thou a friend?
Joe: Thou mayest, insofar as thou reciprocate the goodwill showest to thou.
Kevin: And nothing of one worth me. For I do not rollest that way.
Joe: I speak not of tendencies deemed aberrant, but of adhering to the simple bro code.
Kevin: I got all of that but aberrant
Joe: Devious, odd.
Kevin: Ah, but of course.
Joe: Faretheewell, fortuitous friend. For fun and folly are fleeting, and must be felt when in fine, not feeble form.
Kevin: Has something of miasma or illness been foreboding upon thou? Becausith thou must succumb or my joculant self will become the maiden's pity.
Joe: A plague of labor, inflicted by the instructors of my youthful daily fortress of imprisonment, indicative of my heightened state of cognitive perception, but also a curse brought about by it. Therein lies the rub, which may only be extinguished by surrender, which will no sooner come about than I eat a salamander in my daily porridge.
Kevin: Haha. I don't think I have any homework.
Kevin: That is unbeknownst to me. But I believe we're just supposed to reflect on Hinduism.
Joe: Ok. Apparently Creed's class was supposed to write about that video.
Kevin: That ain't us I don't think so. Tell me if ye finds it to be so.
Joe: I shall always have your back. In the event of a homework sneak attack.
Kevin: May I callest thou a friend?
Joe: Thou mayest, insofar as thou reciprocate the goodwill showest to thou.
Kevin: And nothing of one worth me. For I do not rollest that way.
Joe: I speak not of tendencies deemed aberrant, but of adhering to the simple bro code.
Kevin: I got all of that but aberrant
Joe: Devious, odd.
Kevin: Ah, but of course.
Joe: Faretheewell, fortuitous friend. For fun and folly are fleeting, and must be felt when in fine, not feeble form.
Kevin: Has something of miasma or illness been foreboding upon thou? Becausith thou must succumb or my joculant self will become the maiden's pity.
Joe: A plague of labor, inflicted by the instructors of my youthful daily fortress of imprisonment, indicative of my heightened state of cognitive perception, but also a curse brought about by it. Therein lies the rub, which may only be extinguished by surrender, which will no sooner come about than I eat a salamander in my daily porridge.
Kevin: Haha. I don't think I have any homework.
Joe's Miniature Film Reviews
Our resident film connoisseur, Joe, would like to weigh in from time to time on the state of modern cinema. His thoughts on some recent ventures in the celluloid marketplace:
Eagle Eye: Infuriating, pretentious, contrived, shallow, preposterous, unoriginal salamander manure. Your critic spent the majority of this film pondering the substances the creators were under the influence of during it's making. Shia LaBoeuf gives a performance so stilted, it makes Keanu Reeves look like a versatile, well-rounded, master thespian. The sheer banality of the plot incites a veritable cornucopia of vitriol in the mind of this lowly interpreter. A mindless slug would be unimpressed with this slapdash assemblage of half-assed, pea-brained, bamboozling garbage.
Eagle Eye: Infuriating, pretentious, contrived, shallow, preposterous, unoriginal salamander manure. Your critic spent the majority of this film pondering the substances the creators were under the influence of during it's making. Shia LaBoeuf gives a performance so stilted, it makes Keanu Reeves look like a versatile, well-rounded, master thespian. The sheer banality of the plot incites a veritable cornucopia of vitriol in the mind of this lowly interpreter. A mindless slug would be unimpressed with this slapdash assemblage of half-assed, pea-brained, bamboozling garbage.
A Ballad For Our Captain
Oh captain my captain..
Intro
FM7-G-Em-Am
Verse
FM7 G
We're no strangers to love
FM7 G
You know the rules and so do I
FM7 G
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
FM7 G
You wouldn't get this from any other guy
Prechorus
F G
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
F G
Gotta make you understand
Chorus
FM7 G
Never gonna give you up
Em Am
Never gonna let you down
FM7 G Em Am
Never gonna run around and desert you
FM7 G
Never gonna make you cry
Em Am
Never gonna say goodbye
FM7 G Em Am
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Verse 2
We've know each other for so long
Your heart's been aching
But you're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it
Prechorus
And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see
Chorus x2
Bridge
FM7 G G G
(Ooohh give you up)
FM7 G G G
(Ooohh give you up)
FM7
Never gonna give
FM7 G G G
Never gonna give, (give you up)
FM7
Never gonna give
FM7 G G G
Never gonna give, (give you up)
Verse 2
Prechorus
Chorus x3 (Third time fade out)
I am with you
I am here, and I am strong. I put my best foot forward, and I wear my shiniest shoe. I shall not let you down.
Ahoy there comrades!
A long, troublesome road lies ahead of us. But we shall persevere, as characteristic of those with Apache in their veins. Worry not, your captains will see you through the harshest times. We only ask for your undying love and loyalty. Are you with us or dead?
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