In honor of Halloween, or "Costume Day" as those PC assholes are calling it, I thought I would post some "Ghostly" pictures to put everyone in the "Spirit" of this "Ghoulish" holiday! Try not to crap your "Trousers" because of how "Scared" you "Are"!
This one's a little wordy for me, but I appreciate the big confused looking owl. I do NOT, however, appreciate the scary silver witch floating ominously in the background. And is that the ghost of the large, confused owl looking on? Maybe he's looking back on his life, and regretting standing on the branch next to all those instructions.
Wait, wait wait. I just read some of the card. Does it say to pluck some owl feathers and EAT them? Sister, if you're out wandering in the woods eating owl feathers, you got a hell of a lot more to worry about than Halloween greetings. See a doctor or something. Jeez.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Umm, why have the tradition of wearing pumpkins on your head faded away? I think what this girl is doing has something to do with choosing a mate, as do most Halloween traditions. Let's hope she doesnt end up with the Beggarman, or *gasp* the SAVAGE! See him at the bottom, sadly eyeing what he can never have. How come only the Doctor, the lawyer and the beggarman have bodies? Partial bodies are better than no bodies, right? Choose the Lawyer, he has a left arm and some papers or something!! Choose the Lawyer!
Today Kane and I went to the Halloween store to try and find a witch hat for me for Halloween. I originally was going to be a blue fairy, but I couldn't find a dress that was plain blue. Then I was going to be a bat, because I found these really cool purple and black wings. Then I found a really really cute black dress at the mall, and it's sort of witchy, so now I'm being a witch. I can never make up my mind ever. But I do know that this year I have to be something that people won't ask "What are you supposed to be?". Last year I was the chick from "Pirates of the Carribbean" and I worked so hard to sew my costume and make the necklace with the coin on it, and Kane had a perfect Jack Sparrow costume and we were next to each other the whole night, and people still thought I was Cinderella. Fuck that. This year, as long as I can find a witch hat, everyone will know at a quick glance what I'm supposed to be. So this year it's nothing but drinking and more drinking, uniterrupted by stupid questions.
Anyway, my whole point is, does anyone sell just plain old black witch hats?? All of them were either leopard print or zebra striped or covered in all kinds of shit. I'd settle for one covered in bats and spiders and crap, but not for $30. I did find a really cool little 50's looking hat with a big spider on top and thought that would be cool, but then I remembered it would bring me right back to the "What are you supposed to be?" problem.
Maybe I should just forget the whole thing and be Donatella Versace, like I originally planned. She's scarier than anything I've ever seen.
Anyway, my whole point is, does anyone sell just plain old black witch hats?? All of them were either leopard print or zebra striped or covered in all kinds of shit. I'd settle for one covered in bats and spiders and crap, but not for $30. I did find a really cool little 50's looking hat with a big spider on top and thought that would be cool, but then I remembered it would bring me right back to the "What are you supposed to be?" problem.
Maybe I should just forget the whole thing and be Donatella Versace, like I originally planned. She's scarier than anything I've ever seen.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
I was thinking, if P. Diddy (or Puff Daddy or Puffy or Sean Combs or Combie Mcnutz) just steals old songs and remakes them with a little more bass and him going "uh-huh, yeah." over it, I'd like to hear him re-make "Walkin' on Sunshine" by Katrina & the Waves. Mainly because I'd like to hear him sound all bad-ass while singing about walkin' on sunshine. And the video would be him in a solid gold suit waving money around, while surrounded by big-assed girls in bikinis dancing all up on him. Uh-huh, yeah. Bad Boy Fa LIFE.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Friday, October 15, 2004
This afternoon I was sitting at my desk, soldiering through the after-lunch slump, when I thought that maybe in my next post I should fake my own death. Not for real, just to see who'd send me flowers. Then, I'd post again, and be like, "Hey, it's me!! I'm alive and well! Sending flowers wasn't so hard, was it Blog readers??! Well, my birthday's June 13th. Get ready to send some more. And for the record, I don't care for carnations, LARRY.". This part would be especially funny because I don't know anyone named Larry.
Anyway, I decided not to do it.
Tonight me and Kane and Lisa (Or Lisa, Kane and I, if you are an English teacher reading this) are going to see "Team America". I haven't been this excited for a movie since, ummm, probably "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkabahn". I never go to movies on opening night, but Matt& Trey are two of my favorite people in the world so I'll risk it. Kane and I just have bad movie-luck. Every time we go, someone ends up sitting in front of/directly next to us, and they talk during the whole movie, or keep getting up, or their cell phones ring, or their newborn baby starts screaming. And opening night of a movie is usually the most crowded it gets, so our chances of a pleasant movie-going experience are even slimmer than usual. When we went to see "28 Days Later" (Not to be confused with the Sandra Bullock Alcoholic Farse "28 Days"), and the entire beginning of the movie is silent, as the lead character awakes from a coma to find that everyone is gone. It's a very eerie and well-done scene, but not when some black girl sitting behind you shouts out "This movie's too QUIET.". Then she has a kid who keeps pulling on the back of your chair(Why do people need rocking movie theater seats anyway?) and grabbing your hair along with it. On top of that, the only seats available were front row, right corner. It was awful.
And that's what you gotta know, everybody.
Anyway, I decided not to do it.
Tonight me and Kane and Lisa (Or Lisa, Kane and I, if you are an English teacher reading this) are going to see "Team America". I haven't been this excited for a movie since, ummm, probably "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkabahn". I never go to movies on opening night, but Matt& Trey are two of my favorite people in the world so I'll risk it. Kane and I just have bad movie-luck. Every time we go, someone ends up sitting in front of/directly next to us, and they talk during the whole movie, or keep getting up, or their cell phones ring, or their newborn baby starts screaming. And opening night of a movie is usually the most crowded it gets, so our chances of a pleasant movie-going experience are even slimmer than usual. When we went to see "28 Days Later" (Not to be confused with the Sandra Bullock Alcoholic Farse "28 Days"), and the entire beginning of the movie is silent, as the lead character awakes from a coma to find that everyone is gone. It's a very eerie and well-done scene, but not when some black girl sitting behind you shouts out "This movie's too QUIET.". Then she has a kid who keeps pulling on the back of your chair(Why do people need rocking movie theater seats anyway?) and grabbing your hair along with it. On top of that, the only seats available were front row, right corner. It was awful.
And that's what you gotta know, everybody.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
This is a picture of Hilary Duff from the movie "Raise Your Voice". This movie is basically "Mr. Holland's Opus" meets "Music of the Heart" meets "Clueless" meets "The Great Outdoors" meets "Jurassic Park" meets "Boondock Saints" meets "A Movie Trish Don't Wanna See". Is it just me, or does her shirt say "Candy Hoe"?
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