achewood 5-25-06 = us... We're the juggernauts bitches!

This is a pretty simple post. Its entire purpose is to inform those around me of the power of novel objects that i have recently encountered.

1. X-3 - Comic book fans grimace at the inaccuracy of the plot of this movie. However, I can't help but be moved by a smoking hot Famke who, having seemingly limitless telekinetic power, decides simply to liquify any and everything with her mind. This in combination with a Vinnie Jones who uses his limitless momentum to, among other things, make reference to a ridiculous internet overdub of a children's cartoon. Plus Magneto... enough said.

2. The Raconteurs - It's like someone literally asked me exactly what I'd like in a rock album. Jack White + Backup Vocals + Hazy/Minor ROCK! This album is like finding out you can piss gold, or whatever other valuable substance you might desire.

3. Achewood - 5-25-06 - read it and viz our future, our past, our visit to Chicago, our hallowed weekend.

Stream of unconsciousness

I think that I just watched some retro 50s erotica, and there was some chick named Mrs. Rumperdoodle. She was very frustrated that her photographs were not turning out quite right, and boy did she throw a tantrum. There was also a condom robot and foreign people making racecar sound effects. Oh yeah, and the X-men comandeered the Golden Gate Bridge. Lindsey and I decided that once we mutate, one of our first purchases (although I proposed the argument that with super powers we need not bother with actually paying for any more items) will be Magneto's cape and helmet. Or we might just buy Ian Mckellan if he's up for bidding. We would also like some wings, bitches. Good movie. There were too fucking many of us...we eventually had to split up in twos to find places, and even then we were in the front row. I had to actually move my entire head to look around and see what was happening over on the other side of the screen. Chris and Jennie got drunk from Nalgenes they smuggled in, and I almost vomited buttery popcorn on Lindsey's forehead. (Do not ever get a medium. Ever. It's the size of Rotta's ass. And nobody can eat a Rotta ass full of popcorn. Just nobody.) For some reason we saved the green sweaters for after the movie, but that turned out pleasant enough. I've still barely begun packing or cleaning, after a week of complete lack of responsibility. Tomorrow we ride to the Gorge for the music. Then switch houses, and spwink off to Montana. And then the Midwest. Prepare me my kingdom...and by prepare me my kingdom I mean, you know, pop in a frozen pizza and set up the projector, or something like that.

Will A Soul Ever Glimpse This Update?

This clean white blog is in some sort of bad disrepair... that last post (which was in truth a rather lame, formalistic and ultimately failed attempt to generate more posts) is just hanging there like extremely resilient dry erase marker...

I woke up early to get cracking on my last paper of the semester (a methodological comparison and critique of Hobbes and Rousseau's respective approaches to the development of the social contract) and i'm entirely too excited about this summer to even begin without acknowledging it. Thus, in the spirit of at least some of our previous undertakings, let me proceed with the first list of the summer.

Entitled: Things I Will Enjoy

Reading for Leisure
Walking in the Woods
Driving on Straight Roads
Watching Television From My Computer
Mowing the Lawn
Digging Holes While Listening to Audiobooks
Encountering Mammals
Gaining Deadly Slingshot Accuracy
Working With Wood
Standing Near Water
Constructing Sandwiches
Devising and Creating an Elevated Tree Stronghold
Staring Into the Fire
Sipping Slowly
Generally Meandering
Drinking Milk

Phew! I think that's all for now. I'll go write that paper now and be on my way.