Monday, June 25, 2001
In other web news, I recently found out that a large number of visitors come to this site through Google. How? By searching for the words "four nipples" (see the about me section. So, if you're here from Google, welcome to my homepage, you fucking pervert.
I've noticed that I'm swearing a lot more lately. Normally I don't swear very much, but lately I've been cussing like a sailor. Maybe it's the warm weather...bringing out my testosterone or something. On the other end of the spectrum, I've had the new 'N Sync song, Pop, stuck in my head for two days now. If I didn't like the song so much, I'd ridicule it by calling it "Poop." Haha I'm so witty!
Sunday, June 24, 2001
Saturday, June 23, 2001
My phronk [at] hotmail (dot) com email address still works too...it all goes to the same place.
Wednesday, June 20, 2001
First, I want to thank two people: Meagan, and Rob, who both told me about this Blogger thing. Thanks.
I've been talking about raccoons a lot lately, so the story that's been on the front page of the London Free Press for the last few days really caught my attention. Apparently a roofer was working on a roof, and came across a raccoon. He then beat it with a hammer and dropped it off in a dump far away, leaving its four babies with no mother. He said he did it because a raccoon had bitten him a few years ago. Now, obviously, this pisses me off. Raccoons are smart animals...as smart as some primates...and personally I think killing a raccoon is almost as bad as murder (if not just as bad). Also, if this guy can do that to a raccoon, what's stopping him from doing it to a person? He better spend some time in jail.
This reminds me of a story I heard in the news a few years ago. Some teenagers in a pickup truck were driving along, and were seen throwing a puppy out of the window. A witness heard them say "bounce, baby, bounce" as they drove away. GRRR. Whenever I need to make myself angry (e.g. when working out, to give me a little boost of energy), I just think of that, and I'm angry.
Tuesday, June 12, 2001
About the raccoons in my yard...I haven't seen any of them in two days. I'm really hoping that the mother came back and found them. That's what I'll choose to believe, because other possibilities are too depressing.
Monday, June 11, 2001
Here's a raccoon eating Apple Jacks.
Thursday, June 07, 2001
Oh, and Moulin Rouge was really good. Obi-Wan sure can sing! And Nicole Kidman's nose looks weird when you see it up close. I dunno...just something about those nostrils.
Yesterday, I spent all my money and bought the Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon DVD, as well as Radiohead's new album, Amnesiac. I love buying DVDs. It's just so nice to put it there, between Charlie's Angels and Dark City, and realize that my beautiful pile of DVDs is now an inch thicker. Oh, and watching them is fun too.
Tuesday, June 05, 2001
So anyway, I'm probably gonna go see Moulin Rouge today. I think Baz Luhrmann's version of Romeo and Juliet was damn cool, so I'm looking forward to Moulin Rouge. I'll be sure to ramble about what I thought of it after I see it. Oh, and I pronounce it "moo-lon" rouge. I don't put on some fake French accent every time I say the title of the movie. Besides, it's pronounced that way in the trailer, so that's how it was meant to be said. Eat that.
Hey, let's see if pictures work here!
So, what should I write about today? Well I woke up to find a horrible rash on my balls this morning, and it itches like hell. Haha just kidding. But seriously, I do kinda have a rash on my shoulder. You see, a few days ago I noticed some nasty ugly shoulder hair growing there. I decided to try getting rid of it, so I borrowed some "cold wax" stuff from my sister. Let me give you some advice: never use Nair cold wax shit. It's this big strip that you put on your skin, then immediately rip off. It's like the world's biggest band-aid, except instead of helping your skin heal, it actually rips your skin off. Oh, and it only rips skin off, not hair. So you're left with a bleeding, hairy mess.
Ok that's enough for today. Was that personal enough for you? Good. Now go away.