This is my second trip there and I really like it there.
So, Im puttin a pic up to keep up appearences.
heres a picture of my monsters at the aquarium.
dig it.
07.29.04 (10:28 am)
Im out of here! [edit]
Im on my way to Czech Republic today.
This is my second trip there and I really like it there.
So, Im puttin a pic up to keep up appearences.
heres a picture of my monsters at the aquarium.
dig it.
This is my second trip there and I really like it there.
So, Im puttin a pic up to keep up appearences.
heres a picture of my monsters at the aquarium.
dig it.
07.20.04 (4:48 pm)
Arghhh!!! [edit]
Computer death is imminent! My computer has crashed its last crash, gasped its last gasp and is slowly sinking to the bottom of the dead computer ocean! no worries though, ordered a new one last night, twice as fast, and with twice the storage of my old one! I did lose about 15 gigs worth of MP3's though, and a few hundred pictures! I may at some point try to get those files out. I just don't know. My new computer should be in just before I leave for Czech Republic, so wish me luck!
07.07.04 (6:48 pm)
The Vacant Lot [edit]
THE VACANT LOT
BLINDED BY THE LIGHT
Paul: Yeah, that's what he says... So when I go on the subway, I have to blow up this inflatable donut.
Nick: Want another?
Vito: Yeah.
Rob: That's stupid.
Paul: All stupid.
Vito: One.
Nick: Oh, uh... two.
Paul: Three.
Nick: Wanna go for four?
Paul: I could if I wanted to.
Nick: Got a lot of time...
Paul: Yeah, I could if I wanted to.
Vito: Man, it *is* late... Rob?
Rob: Oh, I'm fine.
Nick, Vito and Paul: Whoo...!
Vito: Rob's lying.
Nick: Rob's bluffing.
Rob: Yeah, I'm fine...
Vito: What's the word?
[misc. muttering]
Vito: What the hell?
Paul: Nothing, nothing...
[brief quiet]
Nick: [singing] Blinded by the light, held up like a loufa by the foreman of the night...
Vito: What the hell was that?
Nick: It's that song, Blinded by the Light.
Paul: Yeah, we know what the song it is, but what were *you* singing?
Nick:[singing] Blinded by the light...
Vito: Go on...
Nick:[singing] ...held up like a loufa by the foreman of the night.
Vito: Not what he sings.
Nick: Yes it is.
Paul: That's not what he sings.
Vito: No, it's not.
Nick: All right, what *is* he singing?
Vito:[singing] Blinded by the light, ripped up like a douche, you're gonna throw away the night.
Nick: I don't think so.
Vito: That's what he sings.
Nick: No it isn't.
Vito: It is.
Nick: That doesn't make any sense.
Vito: Oh, like yours makes sense.
Nick: It *does*.
Paul: Held up like a loufa?
Nick: Like a loufa... sponge.
Vito: Who's holding up the loufa sponge?
Nick: The foreman of the night.
Paul: *Why* is the "foreman of the night" holding up a loufa sponge?
Nick: Well, he's making some kinda statement, or something.
Vito: Pretty stupid statement if you ask me...
Nick: Oh, and yours makes a lot of sense...
Vito: More sense than yours...
Nick: Ripped up like a douche?
Vito: Yes. A douche. Yes.
Paul: How do you rip up a douche?
Vito: It's french. Means small French bath towel.
[Nick waves hand dismissingly]
Vito: No, no, it's obvious it's a song about a guy, lying in a gutter somewhere with nothing but this... small French bath towel, a douche, to protect him from the night. [singing] Blinded by the light, ripped up like a douche, you're gonna throw away the night.
[Paul rolls his eyes, making an exasperated face]
Nick: Okay, okay. So between my loufa sponge and your ripped up douche, we can agree in principle it's a song about bathing.
Vito: Okay.
Nick: Okay.
Vito: Okay.
Paul: Now you're both nuts.
Nick: Oh, what do *you* think it is?
Paul: Oh, what do I *know* it is?
Nick and Vito: What do I *know* it is?
Paul:[singing] Blinded by the light, remmed up like a dochent in the humble of the might.
Vito:What?!
Nick: *What* the hell was that?!
Paul: I've got the lyrics sheet at home.
Nick: Yeah, well, you got the wrong lyrics sheet, because it's blinded
Nick and Vito: by the
Nick, Vito, and Paul: light,
Nick, Vito, and Paul [each says his own]: -held up like a loufa by the foreman of the night
-ripped up like a douche, you're gonna throw away the night
-remmed up like a dochent in the humble of the might
[singing: ]
blinded by the light,
-held up like a loufa by the foreman of the night
-ripped up like a douche, you're gonna throw away the night
-remmed up like a dochent in the humble of the might
blinded by the light,
held-
ripped-
remmed-
Rob: Shut up!!! It *is*: [reciting, emphasizing each word] blinded by the light, racked up like a deuce, another roller in the night. Okay? There's no loufa sponges, there's no ripping of douches, and whatever the hell *you* said there's none of that, alright?! That's the way the song was written, that's the way the you sing the song. You don't sing the song any other way because it wasn't *written* any other-are you laughing at me? Are you laughing? Shut up! Shut your freakin'... goof ball... Jeeerk... Jerk jerk jerk jerk jeeeerk...
[Rob storms off]
Nick, Vito, and Paul: Whoo...
Vito: Man...
Nick: *Some*body's a little hot under the colander...
Credit to The Vacant Lot/Broadway Video
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BLINDED BY THE LIGHT
Paul: Yeah, that's what he says... So when I go on the subway, I have to blow up this inflatable donut.
Nick: Want another?
Vito: Yeah.
Rob: That's stupid.
Paul: All stupid.
Vito: One.
Nick: Oh, uh... two.
Paul: Three.
Nick: Wanna go for four?
Paul: I could if I wanted to.
Nick: Got a lot of time...
Paul: Yeah, I could if I wanted to.
Vito: Man, it *is* late... Rob?
Rob: Oh, I'm fine.
Nick, Vito and Paul: Whoo...!
Vito: Rob's lying.
Nick: Rob's bluffing.
Rob: Yeah, I'm fine...
Vito: What's the word?
[misc. muttering]
Vito: What the hell?
Paul: Nothing, nothing...
[brief quiet]
Nick: [singing] Blinded by the light, held up like a loufa by the foreman of the night...
Vito: What the hell was that?
Nick: It's that song, Blinded by the Light.
Paul: Yeah, we know what the song it is, but what were *you* singing?
Nick:[singing] Blinded by the light...
Vito: Go on...
Nick:[singing] ...held up like a loufa by the foreman of the night.
Vito: Not what he sings.
Nick: Yes it is.
Paul: That's not what he sings.
Vito: No, it's not.
Nick: All right, what *is* he singing?
Vito:[singing] Blinded by the light, ripped up like a douche, you're gonna throw away the night.
Nick: I don't think so.
Vito: That's what he sings.
Nick: No it isn't.
Vito: It is.
Nick: That doesn't make any sense.
Vito: Oh, like yours makes sense.
Nick: It *does*.
Paul: Held up like a loufa?
Nick: Like a loufa... sponge.
Vito: Who's holding up the loufa sponge?
Nick: The foreman of the night.
Paul: *Why* is the "foreman of the night" holding up a loufa sponge?
Nick: Well, he's making some kinda statement, or something.
Vito: Pretty stupid statement if you ask me...
Nick: Oh, and yours makes a lot of sense...
Vito: More sense than yours...
Nick: Ripped up like a douche?
Vito: Yes. A douche. Yes.
Paul: How do you rip up a douche?
Vito: It's french. Means small French bath towel.
[Nick waves hand dismissingly]
Vito: No, no, it's obvious it's a song about a guy, lying in a gutter somewhere with nothing but this... small French bath towel, a douche, to protect him from the night. [singing] Blinded by the light, ripped up like a douche, you're gonna throw away the night.
[Paul rolls his eyes, making an exasperated face]
Nick: Okay, okay. So between my loufa sponge and your ripped up douche, we can agree in principle it's a song about bathing.
Vito: Okay.
Nick: Okay.
Vito: Okay.
Paul: Now you're both nuts.
Nick: Oh, what do *you* think it is?
Paul: Oh, what do I *know* it is?
Nick and Vito: What do I *know* it is?
Paul:[singing] Blinded by the light, remmed up like a dochent in the humble of the might.
Vito:What?!
Nick: *What* the hell was that?!
Paul: I've got the lyrics sheet at home.
Nick: Yeah, well, you got the wrong lyrics sheet, because it's blinded
Nick and Vito: by the
Nick, Vito, and Paul: light,
Nick, Vito, and Paul [each says his own]: -held up like a loufa by the foreman of the night
-ripped up like a douche, you're gonna throw away the night
-remmed up like a dochent in the humble of the might
[singing: ]
blinded by the light,
-held up like a loufa by the foreman of the night
-ripped up like a douche, you're gonna throw away the night
-remmed up like a dochent in the humble of the might
blinded by the light,
held-
ripped-
remmed-
Rob: Shut up!!! It *is*: [reciting, emphasizing each word] blinded by the light, racked up like a deuce, another roller in the night. Okay? There's no loufa sponges, there's no ripping of douches, and whatever the hell *you* said there's none of that, alright?! That's the way the song was written, that's the way the you sing the song. You don't sing the song any other way because it wasn't *written* any other-are you laughing at me? Are you laughing? Shut up! Shut your freakin'... goof ball... Jeeerk... Jerk jerk jerk jerk jeeeerk...
[Rob storms off]
Nick, Vito, and Paul: Whoo...
Vito: Man...
Nick: *Some*body's a little hot under the colander...
Credit to The Vacant Lot/Broadway Video
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[LINE]
07.05.04 (8:06 pm)
The Evil that men do! [edit]
07.05.04 (5:32 pm)
The Fourth [edit]
Well, so glad that we went to see the family for the fourth. My wifes family that is. Never thought I'd find myself saying that, but, I never knew this side of her family till last year, which is sad since weve been married since 1992! I just assumed that all of her family was as nuts as the ones I had met, and promptly wrote them off, hell, I didnt even know they existed.
Now I feel rather sad that she stayed away from them for so long. Oh Well, We've caught up with them, and now, they have little chance of shaking us loose. God Help them.
Now I feel rather sad that she stayed away from them for so long. Oh Well, We've caught up with them, and now, they have little chance of shaking us loose. God Help them.
