The Prince and the Pencil

I know my title doesn't make sense, but I'm in a hurry. Okay first: new LOTW rule.

I'm tired of combing through the comment boards to find your stupid links. I'm not accepting them unless you email me. My email is also on the sidebar.

Okay? Okay. I'm done my major homework, that is my major core subjects. I still have to make some English notecards for the debate. Damn you Ben, Mona, and Hong, maybe Hong. I'm not sure if Hong was in on it.

Hey, here's a crazy idea. A blog like Maddie's, except just a bunch of team members. We'll have an admin with a password (s)he makes, and a guest account for anyone else. We'll call it, "All The Dirt", where we discuss the going abouts in school, and yeah...

Maybe it was a better idea in my head. Hey do you guys think damn and hell are swear words. And at what point is a blog "abandoned". I mean, Jesse, Sri, and Becky had the obvious one's, but still.

I've also decided my memory sucks. I remeber how I met Jen, but not any of my other friends. So that's bad.

And at what point is someone your friend.

A big hello out to Jeff B. (where are you, man?), and Tripp (has some sickness, get well soon). Tripp doesn't read my blog.

Today I visited someone's blog that was really annoying. Hold on, I'll find the link (well obviously you don't have to hold on, you'll just keep reading). Here it is. This girl is so annoying. Look at her post from the 26th through the 28th of January. It's hilarious. She is like, I got a date with Josh. Josh is my lover. I <3 josh. I like someone else, so I'm breaking up with Josh! I got a date with Justin! etc.

Ah, well. Love is a fickle buisiness at 13, I guess.

Especially with dirt bikers.

That's it for now. See ya.

Anything but...

So I was just thinking the other day how long it's been since I made a blog and how I'm a team member and that I need to pull my weight and then I thought that I would make a blog. Plus Sam turned on this laptop and it's so cool to type on a laptop because you kind of feel like you are really getting stuff done even though you are only making a stupid blog entry. Not that blogs are stupid. But here's the question: are blogs still going to be around a year from now? Are they still going to be around forty years from now? And could Gandalf beat Aslan? because I'm all for Aslan since he's a lion and all and he's really nice and Gandalf is creepy and old. But Aslan is also mysterious. Not that Aslan isn't also...

So I have to go to school tomorrow. Which is pretty bad. And then I have to pick Sam up at his stupid play thing. Which is also pretty bad. Because everybody is always waiting to get their license and then when they get it they hate driving. Because it's totally a waste of time. Like I could be watching Friends. It's all I'm saying...

Well. Once I took a trip took a trip to another state. The flora and the fauna that I saw were really great...

Ok so I was thinking of a game we could play. Like I could put lyrics of musicals in my posts and the object of the game would be to say which song it came from. And then which musical. But you can't can't can't can't can't use Google. because that is cheating and not allowed. But there wouldn't be a prize anyway. Because Sam already made the posts thing and I can't give you candy. Because I'm saving it to bribe the kids I teach with.

Anyway I've already done it. So you should guess. Ok. Well that's about it on the muscial lyrics front.

So yesterday I was eating macaroni and cheese. And then I was singing the macaroni macaroni song where you put the cheese in the noodles. And then you get macaroni. It's like that song that never ends but then there isn't a sock puppet that looks like a lamb in the picture in my brain. So.

Ok. Well it's nine o clock which is my bedtime and Sam and I are watching Friends so I'm going to go. I do really like Friends. In case you didn't know. Well. So I'm going to sign off and go to bed and then my mom won't find out what I'm doing since she'd be mad at me anyway. Because blogging in bed is bad. According to my mother. Well.

Au revoirs mes amis! Bon soir!

Winner of LOTW

Winner of link of the week number something is...

No one! Your links sucked! Leah and Jon, your's was good. But the rest sucked.

You've already won.

BECOME COMPETENT YOU FOOLS!

On Life at 13

Jeff and Maeve, no commenting for a week.

Kidding, kidding! I need comments. It fills the hole in my ego.

Man, I'm shallow. Kind of. Am I shallow? Don't answer that.

That wasn't that funny, either. Ah, well. And how did Serena find out about my blog? I'd imagine Hong or Frances told them.

Well, I've decided that, as a kid, I'm powerless. Whenever I argue with my mom or dad, basically they just tell me, "Sam, you're just digging your own grave". They won't listen to reason. For instance, recently I was blogging and my mom said, "come to the dinner table". I ignored her. She began counting down from 5. I finished my post quickly, then left by 1 or 2.

I was punished anyway.

Bah.

Anyway, I felt this was unfair, and when I tried to reason with her, she just ignored me. It was really annoying.

Well, this rant didn't last as long as I hoped. Now I feel sheepish.

Oh, I know!

Currently Listening To: The Nightfly by Donald Fagen. It's really a great album.

But I can't make any references. Well, let's see. I'll check my comments for inspiration. Angie invited me somewhere. I don't know why.

Wouldn't it be fun if I was a radio show host? That would be so cool. I'd be like blogging but on the radio.

Wake up, darling! The colonel's (what the hell kind of spelling is that) in the sun, with the stupid face, the glasses, and the gun.

That's from this song about a guy who goes to an island where there is a rebellion, then he got stuck on the island and they were killing the Americans. So then he gets off on a boat.

Good song. It's kind of a jazz/latin number.

LOTW tomorrow. Also added a footer at the bottom of the page. Check it out!

Posters, etc.

Blogger makes it so easy to post pictures. Yes, once more, google makes my life easier (blogger is an affiliate of google). That is a picture of Windows "Bliss" wallpaper, complete with a "Tux Xing" sign (that's in case you can read, but are blind somehow). I doubt any of you, except for Tim, Jesse, Sri, and possibly Jeff S. Yes, many of my friends are nerds.

This is one of the many posters I bought offline and arrived today. They include (here comes my HTML skills. Thank you, Neopets)...

• Mediocrity
  
• Rent
  
• Cute Penguins. This was not acually the poster I got. To see that go to posters.com and search "Penguins". It's two penguins reaching out.
• The Simpsons. The one I bought was from posters.com again, but they're impossible to link to, so this was the image I went with.
• Dizzy Gillespie. For those of you who don't know, he's a trumpet player. I bought the one that's at the top in the middle.

Well, I have to go now. Oh, and Maeve, if you would like to comment, click the button that says some number, then "comments". Then comment! Whee!

I'm going to hell and there are also some pills I should probably be taking. Dain, good luck with your new blog (Dain is named from the Lord of the Rings, possibly from the dwarf Dain Ironfoot).

Posting Again

Sorry I haven't posted since Sunday. Monday I had play practice, then a project and a try out (tryout?) the next day. Tuesday I had Hebrew School.

Today was very odd. First Mrs. B, our music teacher, told us to walk about the auditorium while we sang. It was funny.

Then we went to the high school to see the music program, and that was fun. That was where I met (again) Jesse (see his post).

I also saw my friend Sanjana (if she ever reads this, which she won't, I definitely spelled her name wrong). Anyway her friends kept telling me there names, and I'm hilariously bad with names so I told them that and they looked at me weird.

Then I had play practice where we sang songs.

Etc.

Anyway it's possible Maeve (this is an opportunity to use these * with like an action inside but I HATE THAT except for when Jen does it because she's good at it) will be joining us, so Abby straighten your tie and Jesse put some pants on.

Why did I say that? That wasn't even funny. Damn me.

Today I decided I'm going to hell by the way.

And Tim don't show this to your mom.

Hi, Maeve (Jeff - send her my blog again so that she can see this if you don't think she'll read it. Maeve is, by the way, Jeff's girlfriend and I wanted to congratulate him). I was the one at Jeff's party with red hair who kept talking while we were playing some card game like murder or something (if someone would care to share with me the title...). Anyway I don't remember you at all (read above to see that I have bad memory). You should also read some of my sisters' posts!

Anyway, that's that. And maeve you should be a regular that would be fun

Livin' it up

Oy. Sunday night sucks. Sorry about not blogging today or yesterday. My mom said I couldn't use the computer until I got my Bar Mitzfah thank-you cards done and cleaned my room.

Winner of LOTW: Dash13PA, my father (Man, I can't believe I chose him)(and Tim, pick a different worth1000 and you're in)(Jesse, what was yours? Things to look at when your high?) with this hilarious website. Also, Charlotte: your websites are good, but only one is allowed per week.

I still have no idea when high school tryouts are. And then my mom is going to read this and freak out. Maybe I should just delete it. But the "backspace" key is all the way over there. Ah, well.

Well, good luck with this four-day week (we have Friday off).

Ta!

On Jokes

Jokes are really funny. Well, I guess that would kind of be the definition of "joke". Whatever.

Can you tell people about jokes you made? Today, I was in English class, and the girl near me was singing the beginning of "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds". Anyway, there in the beginning: "A girl with kaleidoscope eyes", my teacher asked what that was an example of. That, by the way, is actually metaphor. Rather than that, I called out, "Oh, oh! Drugs!". This got some laughs.

See, reading that wasn't funny. It just wasn't! What if I substituted "I" for "some kid in my class".

No. Still not that funny. So why is this funny?

This guy, Fred, goes on vacation. He asks his brother to watch his cat while he's gone. When he gets back, he asks, "How's the cat?"

"Dead" his brother answers.

"Dead?"

"Yep!"

"Your supposed to break it to me lightly," Fred says, "You tell me, like, the cat's on the roof, the cat fell off the roof, the cat is injured, it doesn't look good, the cat's dead".

"Got it" his brother answers.

"Forget," Fred tells him, "how's mom?"

"Mom's on the roof"

You get the point, though. Maybe it's because it's unexpected. Could that be it? Or why do some people think of the funny jokes they can make from a situation? Why don't others?

Rabbits, rabbits, rabbits, chasing rabbits...

Whoops.

See, that was funny. Or at least to those of you that know about "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown".

Oh! My ode to blogs:

Ode to Blogs
So, should I center this or what?
I don't think so.
Align left is probably better.
And who am I talking to?

Call them anything you like
Blog about your life
Choose ea title that fits your post
of love, of war, of strife

As life will often bring you down,
Blogs will bring you up
To read about some whacko's day
Your problems will go "pop"

As friends online, or friends in shcool
Read your tales of horror
They'll laugh, they'll cry, they'll buy a shirt
Leaving them slightly poorer

And then they'll comment on your post
Telling of your musings
And when anonymous people comment
oh, they'll be accusings

And when they leave the glowing screen
To sleep much like a log
They'll smile when they think of you
You, and your great blog.

The ennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd.

Anyway, LOTW's keep coming, pea - oh - puh - lee!

Boy, talk about an inclonsuvive post.

Do you see this tree?

Sorry

Can't post.

Busy

A Metaphorical Fork and Knife

Ok well this is Rachel and Jon (who comments all the time but never gets to actually make a blog) filling in for Sam. Who just got home. After like 11 hours of non play practice and then hanging out (for lack of anything i mean anything better to do) at my father's office. Jon and I made bracelets. Cool ones- not some dinky crap you people are making.

Well. Jon says ello ello without the h and he's not british and he's not trying to spell love like that stupid song that is on Q102 until you are thinking about stabbing your ears with pencils so you no longer have to listen. At like 6:00 in the morning on your bus. And you could drive but then you couldn't read your book which is stupid anyway and hard to understand... especially because some stupid freshman stole your seat near the heater and you're really cold... (if you aren't in highschool when you get there LEAVE THE WARM HEATER SEATS FOR THE UPPERCLASSMEN!!)

For all of you poptart obsessed: Sam and I made cupcakes and now we are eating them. We also bought some stupid poptarts at the store. they didn't have icing. but there is icing on the cupcakes and blue sprinkles that Sam picked out.

Jon says he hates poetry. And that it is the "bane of his existence". Bane is a bad thing. but it sounds like a good thing. Like I bane my brother. As in I love him. or hit him on the head. One or the other.

I have to go now. It's time to watch Friends. And bane Sam on the head. It'll be just like that time I cut his hair and then they had to shave it all off... well not all of it...

3 paragraphs and some poorly placed quotation marks

Finally, I'm posting Jeff's post. See those quotation marks? He put those there: I say "Ha" to Jeff!

"Hi! Jeff here. Most of you are probably thinking "Oh, great. I have to read this crap instead of Sam and Rachel's genius." For those of you who actually think that, I have two words for you: Too bad. Anyway, now that the intro's over and done with
ck up a card from the box, and read the third word on it. Let's say the word is "nullipara". Yes, it is a word. Anyway, the die roller, who will henceforth be known as the "speaker", reads the word and spells it out for each player. The players then write their own definition of the word and hand them to the speaker, with their names on it. The speaker writes the actual definition to the word and mixes it up with the fake ones. The speaker then reads all the "definitions" to the word and each player has to choose which definition is correct. If you get it correct, you get 2 points. You also get an additional point each time somenoe picks your definition. The speaker gets 3 points if nobody gets the definition. If by some stroke of pure luck you write a definition very similar to the actual definition, you get 3 points. You get no points if nobody guesses your definition and you guess a wrong one and yours is completely wrong. You win when you get 18 points. Anyway, you can see how crazy this game can get with words such as "cataplasm", "falcula", "nullipara", "bumicky", and "sostenuto". They mean "a medicinal poultice ( e.g. a mustard plaster)", "a sharp-pointed claw like those of a cat", "a woman who has never had a baby", "cement mixed with stone chunks, used in repairing masonry", and "a prolonged musical note", repectively. In essence, the game is about bluffing a definition and guessing the right one to some obscure word. If this sounds like something that would interest you, I commend you with a good choice. If it doesn't, you have no sense of creativity and imagination. To show how imaginitive people got during this game, the word "charbane" was defined as "Argh me matee! Ye be reading this again!" Nobody guessed it, but it was quite fun to read that definition out loud. That's all I've got on this topic...for now.


"I really don't know how long this is supposed to be, so I'll just continue with a different topic now. I'm looking around my desk for inspiration...I see the book Dracula , a tiny flashlight, a picture of my mom in a musical called "The Mikado" by Gilbert and Sullivan, lots of papers that are probably pretty important, a blue sharpie, a pen...I found my inspiration.

"Have you ever noticed how nobody knows how simple machines we use everyday work? Take a pen, for example. I would willingly hand over five bucks to anyone who can tell me how to build a pen and how it works. How does it click? How does the ink stay in until you put pressure on the tip? Why is there a spring inside? Now we'll go up a level. Somene please tell me the inner workings of a refrigerator. You use it everday, how does it work? Why does the light go off when you close it (Okay, I know that one)? How does it keep foods from going bad? My points exactly. Nobody knows. Let's go up another level. How does a camera work? Try a heat-seaking missile on for size. What makes them seak the heat? What type of computer program can do that? Or, perhaps the strangest machine of all, curtains. How do they work? You pull it down, it goes up. Pull it down, it stays down. My point is that nobody knows how things today work. That's all for now. Hope to post again sometime in the future!

(Sam here) I didn't say [INSERT WITTINESS HERE].

Free Fallin'

This is from Leah. She won LOTW with Slow Wave. By the way, I'm losing readers all over the place. Jesse, and possibly Frances (though I suspect she still does check it) just to name a few.

So if you're considering not checking my blog, I tell you, "Don't leave me!", and then claw at your ankle (even though obviously I can't do that).

Without further ado (spelling on that, please!), LEAH'S POST!

In need of a better topic, it's Leah here. Yesterday, I listened to my parents' Tom Petty cd twice. That's not exactly odd for me, when I hear a new cd I like I often listen to it over and over and over.... But Petty's the flavor of the week right now. I remember hearing Honey Bee during our trip to California and I was like, 'Man, this rocks.' Then I tried to listen to it on a trip to my grandmother's house and I ended up with the wrong CD case. I thought it might be Peter Gabriel, so I listened to that. I liked 'Salisbury Hill' (is that like salisbury steak?), and got to hear Sledgehammer, but the last part of the cd was really boring. And there was no 'Honey Bee'. :( Then my dad told me the cd I wanted was Tom Petty. Now I really like 'It's Good to be King'. I just love those lyrics "It helps to make friends, it's good to meet girls." for some bizarre reason. I leave you with Honey Bee:

She like to call me king bee
She like to buzz 'round my tree
I call her honey bee
I'm a man in a trance
I'm a boy in short pants
When I see my honey bee
And I've got something to say.....

(Sam again) Well, that was, er... interesting. Jeff S.: I'm sorry she got it first, just that she won LOTW last week. So your post will show up at like 12.

And all that Jazz

Currently Listening To: Chicago

And all that Jazz...

To Dash13pa: It's my blog; I will name a winner, and that's it? Got a problem, huh?

To Jeff: Is it Jeff B. or Jeff S?

To the rest of you: You're good. By the way, did you know that good was actually an alternative to the word "god"? It prevented people from saying "I'm God". The old meaning was like "Free of Sin".

Anyway, I just think that's funny. But you know what's even funnier? This (for the record it's clean and safe).

Anyway, got to go now, but just remember: Give 'em the old razzle dazzle!

Edit I now no it was Jeff S., and you'll get his post at 5:00 so my post isn't ignored!

Winner of LOTW

Winner: Jeff, with this annoyingly addictive (alliteration!) website.

Congratulations!

G2G

Posting

I have a problem. By telling you that you can pretty much assume that I'm going to tell you what my problem is. Hey, that reminds me: Do you use contractions in homework or for school? Because often things sound really goofy without contractions, but then again, it would (it'd? Is that a real contraction or just something we made up?) seem kind of informal, like putting 'cause instead of because, or something like that. Oh yeah, can you start a sentence with Because. Or like, if your science teacher gives you a question for homework and says write in full sentences (are there any other kind of sentences? What's the difference between that and non-full sentences? Do you start parentheses with a capital letter or what?), and the question involves explaining something, do you put, "This is because..." or actually restate the question. Because (there, I just did it) writing "This is because..." is writing in full sentences (?), but it's kind of bogus.

Now where was I? Oh yes, my problem. Now, do I just say it, or put "Here it is..."? Wait, no! Gotta concentrate. Gotta concentrate. Here's the problem with the word "Gotta": Once, when I was little, I decided to check the messages. One call was regarding my dad being a soccer coach. I went to talk to him but then got distracted (it doesn't happen to much). A day or so later, my dad was talking about how he wanted to be a soccer coach. I said to him, "Dad, you gotta call". I meant, "Dad, you got a call", but he thought I meant, "Dad, you have to call". He just laughed.

A week or so later he was talking about it again. Once again I said to him, "Dad, you gotta call", and once again he misinterpreted me (does that mean the same as misunderstood?). This time I said it again, and my mom heard it. She explained (with small words) to my dad what I meant. By that time it was too late.

The end.

So my problem is, I don't know what to post about. Normally I post about my blog, but...

Hey, look at that! Problem solved.

*Author's note: This would be a good place to end my blog but I'm going to keep rambling.

So, um...

Ya' know what? I'm bored: So just keep those LOTW's coming in!