I was walking down the street, right?
Yeahhh man.
And I saw this dog, right?
Yeeeeaahahahah man!
And I said "Hey, what's up dog!" and he responded with "Ooie, what's up with that?" And then I realized he was a talking dog.
One might say it was an eventful day. Others might say a blogful day. Others might be mute. So in dedication to our last blog post ever and my epic walk down memory lane with Superman's dog I'd like to thank the little people. The Smurfs; the seven dwarves; Gary Coleman. They deserve more respect than they get, but I don't care. Moving along, Arnold Schwarzenegger's 5th child has been discovered. When he crawled out of the womb he was quoted saying "I'll be back". Zing! Copyright that and send it to the press we've got a story on our hands ladies and gentlemen.
On a more serious note we should really appreciate all Mr. Brought-in has done for us. .... Duly Appreciated. CHECK.
List of groceries one might buy when pressured by Child Services.
1. Diapers
2. Clothes
3. Milk
4. Food
5. Necessities
6. A patch
7. Some books
8. Not too many books, might look suspicious
9. A Bible
10. Stuff
Ooie: What's up with that?
Random fact: If you shoot yourself you might die.
I said random fact, not interesting fact.
Ooooooie: What's up with that?
Your waitress wants a tip?
Chew before you swallow!
OoOOOOOOooOOoOie: What's up with that?
That's all we have for this year folololololollow my blog next year and maybe just maybe you might like it.
What's up with that?!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Rain Poem/ Mini Analysis/ Speck of Ramble/ Inception
Rain, rain go away
Never return
You aren't wanted here
That's right go on, scat!
I would use profound words to describe you
But I don't like you
So I won't
Punk
It's not cool to join our parades
You just ruin them
It was okay at first
But your floods are really bringing my mood down
It's time for you to go
Drive your silver fluff out of here
Never return
You are not wanted here
If that moral poem (almost puzzle) gave you chills like it did me, then you probably hate rain too. Hello, my name is Brian Boone and today I welcome you to tour the thoughts of this articulate poem with me.
Let's analyze some themes shall we? Rain. Well, that about does it.
Let's note some characters. Rain. He played a large role throughout the poem.
Let's not forget the motifs! Rain. Yes, rain did dominate the motific field today.
If we were to deeply analyze the depths of this puzzle we would find door after door of unanswered possibilities. So we'll try our best to keep it on the top soil.
The author, Brian Boone, clearly has resentment towards rain. For why? Why does he resent this rain? Did it possibly ruin a fun afternoon he'd planned 3 months ahead of time with some of his closest friends to enjoy a nice picnic all by ourselves at the park, we didn't want any trouble! Ahem. Or maybe he just becomes moody during the rain. Unanswered questions lead us nowhere. That's why I have personally arranged to have an interview with the self-proclaimed Oprah appraised author, the one, the only, Brian Boone!
Me: Thank you for joining us this eve, Brian.
Brian: Oh, it's my pleasure.
Me: So, Brian, can I call you Brian? How long and enduring was the undergoing process behind this particular poem of yours?
Brian: Well, Me, I'm glad you asked. It was actually a really intense road that lead me to a pit of self discovery that I may never have been able to find otherwise. It began on the morning of Monday, May 16, 2011. I sat down in the auditorium with my usual crisp chocolate milk, and like most days just began to brainstorm. However, this particular brainstorm led me to a subject of storms. A subject I know all too well, Me.
Me: Marvelous, absolutely marvelous. Although you completely dodged my question with a bunch of garbage, we'll keep moving. What was going through your head while you were writing this poem?
Brian: Honestly a spectrum of thoughts burst into my head the minute the subject flashed itself. But.. but I couldn't answer that question without first making you reflect upon yourself with a question. Have you ever wrestled a bear in the Indies? If not you could never understand my thought process thus your question is void, next please!
Me: Well, that seems fair I guess... Actually we're out of air time here on Oprah. It's been a real pleasure to have you speak on the show, Brian.
Brian: Well thank you, Me.
Me: Join me, Oprah, tomorrow same time same place and we'll discover a young mother of 23 who had ovarian cancer, is missing three limbs, is legally blind, and still finds time to support the elderly. We'll see you next time on "What the h*** just happened!"
Never return
You aren't wanted here
That's right go on, scat!
I would use profound words to describe you
But I don't like you
So I won't
Punk
It's not cool to join our parades
You just ruin them
It was okay at first
But your floods are really bringing my mood down
It's time for you to go
Drive your silver fluff out of here
Never return
You are not wanted here
If that moral poem (almost puzzle) gave you chills like it did me, then you probably hate rain too. Hello, my name is Brian Boone and today I welcome you to tour the thoughts of this articulate poem with me.
Let's analyze some themes shall we? Rain. Well, that about does it.
Let's note some characters. Rain. He played a large role throughout the poem.
Let's not forget the motifs! Rain. Yes, rain did dominate the motific field today.
If we were to deeply analyze the depths of this puzzle we would find door after door of unanswered possibilities. So we'll try our best to keep it on the top soil.
The author, Brian Boone, clearly has resentment towards rain. For why? Why does he resent this rain? Did it possibly ruin a fun afternoon he'd planned 3 months ahead of time with some of his closest friends to enjoy a nice picnic all by ourselves at the park, we didn't want any trouble! Ahem. Or maybe he just becomes moody during the rain. Unanswered questions lead us nowhere. That's why I have personally arranged to have an interview with the self-proclaimed Oprah appraised author, the one, the only, Brian Boone!
Me: Thank you for joining us this eve, Brian.
Brian: Oh, it's my pleasure.
Me: So, Brian, can I call you Brian? How long and enduring was the undergoing process behind this particular poem of yours?
Brian: Well, Me, I'm glad you asked. It was actually a really intense road that lead me to a pit of self discovery that I may never have been able to find otherwise. It began on the morning of Monday, May 16, 2011. I sat down in the auditorium with my usual crisp chocolate milk, and like most days just began to brainstorm. However, this particular brainstorm led me to a subject of storms. A subject I know all too well, Me.
Me: Marvelous, absolutely marvelous. Although you completely dodged my question with a bunch of garbage, we'll keep moving. What was going through your head while you were writing this poem?
Brian: Honestly a spectrum of thoughts burst into my head the minute the subject flashed itself. But.. but I couldn't answer that question without first making you reflect upon yourself with a question. Have you ever wrestled a bear in the Indies? If not you could never understand my thought process thus your question is void, next please!
Me: Well, that seems fair I guess... Actually we're out of air time here on Oprah. It's been a real pleasure to have you speak on the show, Brian.
Brian: Well thank you, Me.
Me: Join me, Oprah, tomorrow same time same place and we'll discover a young mother of 23 who had ovarian cancer, is missing three limbs, is legally blind, and still finds time to support the elderly. We'll see you next time on "What the h*** just happened!"
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Summer Heat
Last Summer I couldn't hate or appreciate the Summer heat. I managed to buckle down a steady job at Malco Theaters. That building spends more money on the air conditioning than anything else. My average shift started at 11 o' clock in the morning so even by the time my shift had started it wasn't all that heated. I spent more hours in that building that Summer than I did with my family. Thus, it was beyond difficult for me to understand the average Summer heat index. Thankfully I'll be fulfilling that position again this Summer. And not a drop of sweat too soon!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Morp backwards!
Embrace for rambling.
This Saturday, or last Saturday, or the Saturday before that, depending on when you're reading this, is P-R-0-M. Oh yeah, I said it the P word. And you can bet I'm ready to boogy. I've been updating all my latest moves by watching dance videos on Youtube; MTV has been teaching me how to Dougie; and I've withdrawn from my memory bank. I've almost perfected my moonwalk for this joyous occassion. I'm going to look so fly in my tuxedo. I'm picking it up today actually. James Bond will have nothing on the male class of 2012. My group and I have reservations for Colby's (along with 60 other people I'm sure) and it'll taste super fantastical. Steak is soooooo good. Gets me energized right before a big dance. All that A1, goodness gracious. Rambling takes a little more effort than you'd think... Oh-Kay well I'm done here. Sooooo. Bye!
Not! Prom will be awesome. Seaside Serenade? Seaside Serenade. I'm thinking it's Ariel themed, you get to sit in a clam's mouth for the pictures I heard. Well toodle-oos
This Saturday, or last Saturday, or the Saturday before that, depending on when you're reading this, is P-R-0-M. Oh yeah, I said it the P word. And you can bet I'm ready to boogy. I've been updating all my latest moves by watching dance videos on Youtube; MTV has been teaching me how to Dougie; and I've withdrawn from my memory bank. I've almost perfected my moonwalk for this joyous occassion. I'm going to look so fly in my tuxedo. I'm picking it up today actually. James Bond will have nothing on the male class of 2012. My group and I have reservations for Colby's (along with 60 other people I'm sure) and it'll taste super fantastical. Steak is soooooo good. Gets me energized right before a big dance. All that A1, goodness gracious. Rambling takes a little more effort than you'd think... Oh-Kay well I'm done here. Sooooo. Bye!
Not! Prom will be awesome. Seaside Serenade? Seaside Serenade. I'm thinking it's Ariel themed, you get to sit in a clam's mouth for the pictures I heard. Well toodle-oos
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Fearing: The known, the unkown, and everything in between.
One person's greatest fear may be another person's greatest interest. Trash = Treasure?
Fears, if you let them, play a dominating role in the everyday life. Reality is forced to mould to Fear's accommodations. Through the eyes of an exterminator a spider is a pest, insignificant; through the eyes of an arachnophobic a spider is the climax of their day, significant.
Everyone has fears, everyone; they might not even know their fears, but they have them. It's fun to let the imagination decide what other people fear. Especially the "fearless". The Crocodile Hunter had fears; Osama Bin Laden had fears; even Evel Knievel had fears! What could they have been though? We can eliminate the obvious; crocodiles, glory/ power, and stunts. Although, we may never get the gratification of knowing someone else's fears, we can always let our fearless imagination guess.
Fears, if you let them, play a dominating role in the everyday life. Reality is forced to mould to Fear's accommodations. Through the eyes of an exterminator a spider is a pest, insignificant; through the eyes of an arachnophobic a spider is the climax of their day, significant.
Everyone has fears, everyone; they might not even know their fears, but they have them. It's fun to let the imagination decide what other people fear. Especially the "fearless". The Crocodile Hunter had fears; Osama Bin Laden had fears; even Evel Knievel had fears! What could they have been though? We can eliminate the obvious; crocodiles, glory/ power, and stunts. Although, we may never get the gratification of knowing someone else's fears, we can always let our fearless imagination guess.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Intervention
I spend too much time on the internet, because the internet is cancer and every website I'm addicted to is a chunk of the tumorous cancer host.
Facebook is by far the heart of the disease. Which is pretty just to say about most internet users, especially nearest my age group. How can I keep my mittens off such a wonderful website full of gossip, trolling, fake love/hate relationships, and the adults that keep certain addicts from showing their true colors. Relationships are few found in the News Feed, but often lit up with comments and likes. If it's not FBO (Facebook Official) it might as well never have happened. Speaking of never happened, pics or it didn't.
Facebook is by far the heart of the disease. Which is pretty just to say about most internet users, especially nearest my age group. How can I keep my mittens off such a wonderful website full of gossip, trolling, fake love/hate relationships, and the adults that keep certain addicts from showing their true colors. Relationships are few found in the News Feed, but often lit up with comments and likes. If it's not FBO (Facebook Official) it might as well never have happened. Speaking of never happened, pics or it didn't.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Hey you!
Yeah you! You're awesome. No really I mean it. Look at what your wearing it's so coordinated. There's no way mommy picked that out for you. You just went all out this morning I like the spunk. Look at those killer shoes! Go ahead look I can wait for you. Done? Awesome shoes by the way. You have such a pretty smile, everytime you've smiled while reading this I've noticed. It looked awesome. Those eyes are so fluorescent glowing in that array of color. You're a beautfiul creature you. Have a great day!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)