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HARUHIISM [still] HAS YOU!

Additional pictures from me...

This is my sink at work. It is just filthy. It is beyond the scope of cleaning. The Haruhiism poster is clearly visible in the mirror.

It's my car! Whoo!

Nothing special here; I just took a picture of one of the foam mattresses sold at my store. The Haruhiism logo is in the corner.

For best results: Do Not Open. I must say, some degree of open-ness is required to use this twine. Again, note the Haruhiism poster.

Nothing special here. Just a shot from between the stacks. I had fun with this because I suspended the Haruhiism poster from balloons. I needed two, because one didn't have enough oomph to lift it.

I saw "Man of the Year" last night. It was okay. Yeah, just okay. It wasn't mind-blowing, as I hoped it would be. Basically, it was funny in the beginning, but then it tried to be a "political thriller", and it got stupid, and not stupid in a good way. I mean stupid as a yawn-fest. Still, the scenes with Robin Williams (only about half the movie) were quite funny and had me laughing. In all, I would wait until it comes out on DVD, and to see it only if it still holds your interest. That being said...

HARUHIISM HAS YOU!

GOTTA GO OUT!
RIGHT NOW!
PREORDER WII!

OH MY GOD! A PLANE CRASHED INTO A BUILDING IN NEW YORK! EVERYONE GET DOWN! Oh wait, nevermind. It was just an actual accident. It seems that some baseball pitcher and his flight instructor wasn't paying attention. There appear to be no links to terrorism, but how can one truly be sure? I dunno. I always suspected that there was some link between baseball and Al Qaeda. Just call it a hunch.

• I wonder if anybody's life's goal is to be on one of those photos they put in new wallets.
• Is one more likely to get carjacked on a sunny day, or a rainy day? I would imaging a rainy day, because those hoodlums are seeking shelter.
• Games like Grand Theft Auto don't make murderers. Games like Myst do. Some of those puzzles are maddening.
• If an armed felon was fleeing from the police, and was shooting at, say, the sheriff, could he claim it was in self-defense?
• Everything I learned about adulthood, I learned from stand-up comedy.
• I wonder how many thieves are caught breaking into a house because they were humming the James Bond theme.
• Redundant Advertising: Toyota... Moving Forward! Um, as opposed to what? Backward? Standing still? Maybe: Toyota... moving from side to side!
• Lastly, the thing that's on everybody's mind...

Edit: I previously had Lionel Richie's video for "Dancing on the Ceiling", however YouTube decided to remove it just today. That's why I give you Flock of Seagulls' "Space Age Love Song".

Oh, what a feeling. Peace out.

Well, if you haven’t heard about Senator Mark Foley’s IMshenanigans, you are clearly living in a shack in the middle of the woods,surviving on a diet of various nuts and roots, and whistling while you whittle.The point is that it’s all over the news. That is exactly why I am not going totalk about it. Instead, I am going to talk about a much more important newsevent. I am talking, of course, about online dating for orangutans. Yes, youread that correctly. A group of Dutch and Indonesian zookeepers are matchmakingtheir apes over the internet. They will be able to see each other with monitorsand, at the press of a button, offer them food. The zookeepers are hoping thisall goes well so they can start, what they call, an “online dating service.” Itwill involve apes all over the world getting to know each other while humans(i.e. us) watch them to see which couples might be compatible. Surely, they areonly a few steps away from making monkey networking sites. MyApes.com has anice ring to it. It will be a place where several emo orangutans can gettogether, webcam themselves eating bananas, put their hair over their eyes, andannounce their suicides. It will be great. Except for the suicide part, ofcourse. Nobody likes a dead orangutan. Except maybe evolution hatin’Christians. Ha ha, just joking. I love you guys. Please don’t kill me.

The US Navy has rolled out a new Nimitz-class super aircraft carrier on October 7th. Surely they will give it some extremely patriotic name, like the USS Thomas Jefferson, the USS Bald Eagle, or the USS Barbeque Sauce. Well, they don't think that way. They called it the USS George HW Bush. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against this guy. Probably because I wasn't old enough to remember his administration. Still, this all seems to be just a celebration in mediocrity. He wasn't all that special. Sure, he served in the military, he vomited in Kiichi Miyazawa's lap, and he appointed a guy named Watkins as Secretary of Energy, but I don't think that's enough to have an aircraft carrier named after you. Well, I suppose it could be worse too. The USS James Garfield has a nice ring to it. Could you imagine a USS Richard Nixon. Actually, that could be kind of cool. It could be a new line of war machines. How about some Watergate missiles? Maybe some Checkers fighter jets? I tell you, this has some potential. Lets get to it!

vv Note: Great movie! Go and see it. vv

(originally written by some Roman historian named Livy, then remastered for a more modern audience by me.)

    Our tale begins at the home of prince Sextus Tarquinius. He's having a party with all of his buddies, playing drinking games and such. A primitive form of quarters involving challises of wine and gold coins, no doubt. Anyway, the manly chatter eventually turned to the subject of wives. Being guys, everyone at the party was boasting about how awesome his wife is. Finally, a bloke named Collatinus challenged them to put their money where their mouth is. They ride out to meet the other princes' wives. Naturally, most of them were lazing about with friends, trading gossip. That all changed when they reached Collatinus' wife, Lucretia. She was busy doing actual work. Collatinus earned a huge victory in that pissing match.
    This meeting had a lasting effect on Sextus. Apparently, his turn-ons included seeing a woman spinning thread. Go figure. Anyway, he mosies over to Collatinus' house and puts the moves on Lucretia. She is unfazed. In an act of irritation, Sextus threatens to kill her if she did not ride the knob. Again, she refuses. What a gal.
    "If death will not move you," Sextus cried, "dishonor shall. I will kill you first, then cut the throat of a slave and lay his naked body by your side." (actual quote)
    Historians debate this, but it is possible that the conversation continued with Lucretia saying, "Oh Jupiter, no! He's so... ugly! He's got that crooked nose, and a huge mole on his cheek. Sometimes I just want to reach over and pick it off. And -"
    Point is, Sextus got her in the sack. The next day, she told her father and Collatinus about Sextus' late night tryst. Then, in a sudden act of loyalty, she jumped off and aqueduct and landed on a bullet. Wait, wrong time period. That should be read: she committed suicide. What came after that event is unknown (to me, at least). I think it is safe to say, however, that Sextus was in for a world of sh~t.

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