Christmas Rush

Well school's been out for two and a half weeks and I haven't blogged anything since them.

I'm sort of embarrassed. Then again I really don't have much to say. Work hours are longer but the days I don't work I sleep in late. I usually end up having to cook dinner but that's just fine with me.

Things of minor interest that happened today: I went to Petsmart with the dog.

Compensation and the Back-side

Well its been awhile since I've complained about anything. But that's just because I haven't been outraged by anything. Just a lot of stupid people doing unremarkably stupid things that just don't blog well. But today you're in for a treat.

Complaint One- Compensation cars. Compensation for what? I'm sure you heard of this phrase so I won't dealve into that. But I'm sick of them. They're the kind of cars you see Xzibit hand out like candy on Pimp my Ride For the normal person to have, well you're afraid to even look at the car funny lest the car owner have a sniper protecting his car from lower class people like you. They're also fond of my second complaint but these owners aren't limited to this annoying action.

Complaint Two- The Backward Parking Job. Whenever I see this, I'm think to myself to be careful somebody's doing a one-man bank robbery and needs to jet quickly. I see these guys are the grocery store and wonder where the hell they think they're going to put their grocerys. What's even worse is waiting for one of these idiots to do the backwards park while you wait there getting another spot. That however I respect. I only wasting people's time when they're noticeably impatient. Its also a good tip for dating. Impatient people are the reason I live. To make them wait.

Great Idea, Lost

I dunno I had inspiration to write an ineteresting blog recently and it vanished.

OH well. The blog is also no longer on guenthercorp. I have more powers and use less bandwidth this way. None is less than 1 visitor a month!

First Third of the Last Quarter Fiscal Report

Well let's see what good happens this month.

Thanksgiving.
Ummm... Thanksgiving vacation.
Extra hour of sleep.
Futurama Movie comes out.

Let's see what was so good about last month.

Reformation Day.
Free candy.

Let's see what's going to be awesome next month.

Christmas Vacation watching Christmas Vacation.
Jesus' unbirthday (he was born in spring confoundyou!)
Presents?
Lose even more sleep?
Double time at work?

Well its an interesting quarter of a year. Too bad its already a third over. Sales are constant while productivity is up. So far stockholders it looks like another good end of the year. Why not buy more stock?

Seven

Well that title is the number of days since my last post. Reflecting upon the reason why I find none. Absolutely nothing is happening. Sounds like the years 1985-1992 and 1999-2007 for me. Well no news is good news.

Except maybe this library has the noisiest pencil sharpeners ever.

The Meaning of Life- Reality TV Show

What is the meaning of life? Here's one of my crackpot theories.

The meaning of life is just one giant reality show for God. Think about it. Its improv at its best. Billions of people are interacting! They have their relationships and interactions. Nothing is more entertaining than conflict too, so that's why there's nothing but stress in everyone's life. But don't worry, you'll pull through making another exciting episode of your life!

The Tonight Show

Live from Chicago I hate Saturday Night Live!

I was interested to find out that Conan O'Brien is taking for the Tonight Show come 2009. http://www.chicagotribune.com/business/la-fi-leno15oct15,0,6332791.story?page=1

I dunno how he'll fare in the big leagues. His usual antics are too mature for the 10:35 crowd. That mean he'll take The Max Weinberg Seven up with him? Who knows?

palindrome

I don't dare claim to say I've written this palindrome and I have no clue who did. It's an interesting read though. BTW this is my 200th blog! Hoorayz.
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Star? Not I! Movie – it too has a star in or a cameo who wore mask – cast are livewires.

Soda-pop straws are sold, as part-encased a hot tin, I saw it in mad dog I met. Is dog rosy? Tie-dye booths in rocks.

All ewes lessen ill. I see sheep in Syria? He, not I, deep in Syria, has done. No one radio drew old one.

Many moths – I fondle his; no lemons are sold. Loot delis, yob, moths in a deli bundle his tin. Pins to net a ball I won – pins burst input. I loot to get a looter a spot paler. Arm a damsel – doom a dam. Not a base camera was in a frost, first on knees on top spot. Now a camera was a widened dam.

Ask: Cold, do we dye? No, hot – push tap, set on to hosepipe. Nuts in a pod liven.

A chasm regrets a motto of a fine veto of wars. Too bad – I all won. A sadist sent cadets – a war reign a hero derides. A bad loser, a seer, tossed a cradle – he begat to cosset – a minaret for Carole, Beryl, Nora. We’re not as poor to self.

I risk cold as main is tidal. As not one to delay burden, I don’t set it on “hot”. A foot made free pie race losses runnier. As draw won pull, eye won nose. Vile hero saw order it was in – even a moron saw it – no, witnessed it: Llama drops – ark riots. Evil P.M. in a sorer opus enacts all laws but worst arose. Grab a nosey llama – nil lesser good, same nicer omen.

In pins? No, it is open. If a top spins, dip in soot.

Madam, as I desire, dictates: Pull aside, damsels, I set a rag not for a state bastion. A test I won e.g. a contest I won.

Kidnap, in part, an idle hero. Megastars, red, rosy, tied no tie. Blast! A hero! We do risk a yeti’s opposition!




He too has a wee bagel still up to here held.

Demigods pack no mask, cap nor a bonnet, for at last a case is open – I left a tip – it wets. A dog wets too. Radios to help pay my tip, pull a tip.

Ale, zoo beer, frets yon animal. Can it? New sex arose but, we sots, not to panic – it’s ale – did I barrel? Did I lose diadem, rare carrot in a jar of mine? Droop as tops sag – unseen knots.

A cat ate straw as buck risk cud; evil foe, nil a red nag ate? Bah! Plan it – silage. Model foot in arboreta.

I, dark Satanist, set fire – voodoo – to slat. I design a metal as parrot, I deem it now. One vast sum is no ten in set – amen! Indeed, nine drag a yam, nine drag a tie. Dame nabs flower; can we help man? Woman is worse nob.

Mud level rose, so refill a rut. A nag of iron I made to trot I defied – I risk leg and its ulnae. Can a pen I felt to bid dollar or recite open a crate, open a cradle, his garret?

Sample hot Edam in a pan. I’m a rotten digger – often garden I plan, I agreed; All agreed? Aye, bore ensign; I’d a veto – I did lose us site. Wool to hem us? No, cotton. Site pen in acacias or petals a last angel bee frets in.

I met a gorilla (simian); a mate got top snug Noel fire-lit role. Manet, Pagnol, both girdle his reed bogs.

Flan I reviled, a vet nods to order it, Bob, and assign it. Totem users go help mates pull as eye meets eye. Son – mine – pots a free pie, yes? No. Left a tip? Order a dish to get. A ring is worn – it is gold. Log no Latin in a monsignor, wet or wise. Many a menu to note carrot.

Cat in a boot loots; As I live, do not tell! A bare pussy, as flat on fire, I know loots guns, fires a baton, nets a hero my ale drop made too lax.

If it is



to rain, a man is a sign; I wore macs, no melons rot. I use moths if rats relive, sir, or retire.

Vendor pays: I admire vendee, his pots net roe. Nine dames order an opal fan; I’ll ask cold log fire vendor to log igloo frost. Under Flat Six exist no devils.

Marxist nods to Lenin. To Lenin I say: “Mama is a deb, besides a bad dosser.”

Gen it up to get “ova” for “egg”. I recall a tarot code: yell at a dessert side-dish sale. Yes/nos a task cartel put correlate: E.S.P. rocks a man. I am a man, am no cad, I’m aware where it’s at!

Fire! Its an ogre-god to help, man, as I go. Do not swap; draw, pull a troll!

It’s not a cat I milk – calf, for a fee, sews a button - knit or tie damsel over us. Mined gold lode I fill until red nudes I met in a moor-top bar can. I sit, I fill a diary – trap nine men in ten-part net – oh, sir, I ask, cod nose? No, damp eel.

So, to get a name! I say, Al! I am Al! Last, I felt, to breed, deer begat.

To can I tie tissue – damp – or deliver Omani artist – a man of Islam.

In a den mad dogs lived on minis a signor who lived afore targets in at. As eremites pull, I, we, surf, fantasise, mend a bad eye. No hero met satyr; Tony, as I stressed, won’t, so cosset satyr.

A vet on isles made us sign it, a name. Foe man one sub.

Aside no dell I fret a wallaby; metal ferrets yodel, like so. On a wall I ate rye. Bored? No, was I rapt! One more calf? O.K., calf, one more, bossy! No! Lock cabin, rob yam, sip martini. Megastar was in a risk.

Cat? No, I’m a dog; I’m a sad loyal pet. A design I wore – kilts (a clan); if net drawn, I put it up. Royal spots snag – royal prevents rift.

Composer, good diet, are both super, God – label it a love of art, lustre. Video bored, no wise tale e.g. a mini tale – no sagas seen. Knack: cede no foes a canal.

Pay – as I sign I lie; clear sin it is; e.g. “Amadeus” sign I – lira for ecu, decimal – sin as liar.

Trad artistes pull a



doom, a drawer won’t.

Is it sold loot? No, I suffered loss. A man is god; Amen! I came nice Tahiti (sic).

It’s ale for a ban if for a fast – is role to help mash turnip? Use zoo? No - grasp order – use no zoos. Warts on time did sag.

No grade “X” “A” Level? Oh, “A”! I’d a “B” or a “C”. So – pot? No, we lop. Date? Take no date! Bah! Play L.P.

Miss (a lass, all right?) flew to space in NASA era. Rose no (zero) cadets ate raw. As a wise tart I fined rags red Lenin, we help pay bet – a risk – cash to Brian. I put a clam in a pool – a pool wets.

Mahdi puts a stop to harem – miss it in one vote, lost in one, veto of none. Post-op, no tonsil; I ate; no tastier, eh? We sleep at noon time so I dare not at one; no time stops as I time tides. A bed: under it, roll; in a mania, panic!

In a pond I did as Eros as Lee felt tenrec. “Ink” – list it under “I”. Termites put pen in a way. Democrats wonder, I too. To slay moths a dog did.

I saw elf; elf, far now, is a devilish taboo, rag-naked. I hid a bootleg disc. I, saboteur, toss it in. Oops! No legs! Laminated, a cask, conker in it, negates all if it is simple.

Hot pages are in a mag, nor will I peer, familiar tat, so lewd, native rot. Toner, ewe wore no trace; vagabond ewes do. Oh, Ada! Have pity! A pitiable eel – “Oh wet am I!” - to save, note: bite gill as I do.

Call a matador minor, eh? As I live, don’t! Is torero no rigid animal debaser if tipsy? Ale drew esteem in a matador. A bolero, monks I rate play or go dig rocks; a can I step on.

Go! Gas – it evades a bedsit – set a roost on fire. Boss sent a faded eclair to green imp or dog, I’d don a belt to boot it; if Ada hid a boot, panic.

I mock comic in a mask, comedian is a wit if for eventide. Vole no emu loved is not a ferret, so pet or witness a weasel if not. I hired less, am not so bossy, as yet amateur.

To stir evil, Edna can impugn a hotel: bad loos, hot on Elba: I may melt. Tart solicits it rawer, gets it rare. Push crate open; I ram buses, use no trams.




Did I say, not to idiot nor a bare ferret, to trap rat, strap loops rat? Stewpot was on. Hot? I was red! Lessen it! Fine man on pot? No, pen inside by a bad law. So I made rips – nine delays.

Some Roman items in a.m. ordered “Is room for a ban?” “It is,” I voted: I sat pews in aisle. Beryl, no tiro to my burden, made off for a contest, I won kiss. I may raid fine dales. I raid lochs if I to help am.

Forecast for Clare v. Essex: If no rain, a man is ref. Fusspots net foxes.

Senor is a gnome, latinos’ bad eyesore. Help misses run to border, Casanova, now, or drab hotel.

Ma has a heron; I sleep, pet’s on nose, sir! Rev. I rag loved art live – fine poser. Ultra-plan: I feign, I lie: cedar to disperse – last one? No, last six. Enamel bonnet for a dark car to toss a snail at. In it all, Eve lost; Seth’s a hero slain on a trap – Rise, Sir Ogre Tamer.

Upon Siamese box I draw design. I, knight able to help, missed an alp seen in Tangier of fine metal pots. Tin I mined rages – order nine, melt ten. Tone radios; tones are not to concur. Ten-tone radar I bomb – best fire-lit so hostel side meets eerie mini red domicile. A gulf to get is not a rare tale; no time to nod.

Row on, evil yobs, tug, pull. If dogs drowse, fill a rut. An era’s drawers draw. Put in mid-field in a band I dig a tub deep. Staff on a remit did refill a minaret.

Sam’s a name held in a flat, or, sir, bedsit. I wonder, is it illicit ore? No ties? A bit under? Retarded? Is ‘owt amiss? I’m on pot; not so Cecil, a posh guy a hero met. A red date was not to last so Cecil sat.

Tip? An iota to pay, a dot; sad, I drop item. I’d ask, call, Odin, a Norseman’s god: “Pay payee we owe radio dosh o.n.o.” I to me? No, I to media.

Peril in golf – is ball a “fore”? K.O.!

Vexed I am re my raw desires. Alto has eye on nose but tone-muser pianist is level-eyed. I lost a tie. Blast! In uni no grades are musts. Avast! Never port! Sea may be rut.

Part on rose? - It’s a petal. Define metal:



Tin is … (I gulp!) can!

I am a fine posse man, I pull a ton. Ron, a man I put on, I made suffer of evil emu’s sadism. Leo’s never a baron - a bad loss but evil – topple him, Leo’s lad. Assign a pen, can I? A pal is note decoding.

Is damp mule tail-less? No, ill; I breed for its tone. Radio speed, to grower, grew. Open a lot? No, stamp it; if for a free peso – not ecu -deign it. Times ago stone rates, e.g. at Scilly, display a wont.

No wish to get a design I, Sir Des, I’ve let? No bus sees Xmas fir. O.K. – cab – tart it up; tie lots – diamond, log or tinsel; first end errata edit. So “le vin (A.C.)”, Martini, Pils lager, one tonic.

I pegged a ball up to here when I got a top star role, Beryl. Gun is too big – won’t I menace? Yes? No?

Ill? A cold? Abet icecap’s nip. U.S.A. meets E.E.C. inside tacit sale – see! Beg a cotton tie, ma! No trial, so dodo traps exist. Arabs under-admire card label good hood stole.

In rage erupted Etna. Will a rotunda, bare villa, to tyro. Lack car? Non-U! Get a mini! My, my, Ella, more drums per gong; get a frog – nil less. Rod, never ever sneer. Got to?

I disperse last pair of devils (ah!) here today or else order cash to breed emus. Said I: “Are both superlative?” C.I.D. assign it lemon peel still. I wore halo of one bottle from a ref (football) – a tip; so hit last ego slap a mate got.

Late p.m. I saw gnu here (non-a.m.) or an idea got a dog to nod – I made felt to boot.

Fill in a lad? Nay, not all, Edna – lash to buoy. Did you biff one Venus? Not I! “Broth, girl!” ladies ordered – “No, with gin!” – a fine plate, maybe suet; no carton I made rots in it.

Med: a hill, Etna, clears in it. Ali, Emir, to slap in/slam in. All in all I made bad losers sign it – alibi. Set a lap for a level bat.

A bed, sir, eh? To put cat now? Drat! Such an idyll of a dog’s lair! That`s it, open it – a cage! Big nit sent rat! Some day (A.D.) send ewe. No, draw a pot now, do! Of wary rat in a six ton tub.



Edna, ask satyr: “Tel. a.m.?” No, tel. p.m.; Israeli tuner is damp. Use item: “Anna Regina”. No! Dye main room (“salle”) red!

Nice caps for a sea cadet in U.S.A. – Now I, space cadet, am it, sea vessel rep. Pin it on Maria, help Maria fondle her fine hotpot. No! Meet; set up to net, avoid a lesion. Set acid arena: Bruno one, Reg nil. Like it to sign in? Even I am nine-toed! I vote votes.

Oh, can a nose-rut annoy? No, best is Dorset. I know, as liar, to snoop, malign. “I’ll order it to get a bedroom door,” began a miser I fed.

Am I to peer, fan? Is a door by metal? Ere sun-up, drowse, nod, lose magnet. Food? Buns? I’ll ask. Corn? I’ll ask. Corn – I snack. Cats snack (cold rat). Sum for a bag: nil. First, is remit “traps in net”? Yes, on a par. Coots yell over a dam I made. Bared nudist went a foot, I made roots. I tip a canon: “Row, sir, at same tide; man one: row tug.”

Sewer of denim axes a wide tail – a terror recipe to hero made manic. I, to resign? I ? Never!

“OFT I FELT ITS SENSUOUSNESS” – title fit for evening is erotic; I named a more hot epic – error retaliated – I was examined for ewe’s gut, wore no named item.

A star is worn on a cap, it is too red. Am I too fat? Newts I’d under a bed. Am I mad? Are volleys too crap? A nosey tennis part-timer sits rifling a bar of mustard.

Lock cans, stack cans in rocks, all in rocks, all I snub. Do often games, old ones, word-pun use; relate, my brood, as in a free pot I made fires, I manage brood. Moor debate got tired rolling, I lampoon, so trail saw on kites.

Rod sits, ebony on nature, so Nana chose to veto video. Ten in main evening is O.T.T. i.e. killing; Ere noon, urban eradicates noise, lad, I ovate not. Put esteem on top (to hen, if reheld).

No fair ample hair – am not I nipper-less? Eva estimated ace caps I won as united. A Caesar of space, Cinderella’s moor, Niamey Don (a Niger-an name), ties up mad sire, nut! I, Lear, simpleton male, try tasks “A” and “E”



but not “XI”. Sanitary raw food won top award one Wednesday – a demo.

Start nesting, I beg a cat. I? Nepotist? Ah, trials, God! A folly, Dinah, custard won’t act up; other is debatable. Velar: of palate; sibilating is “s”.

Resold: a bed, a mill, an ill animal – snip, also trim. Eilat in Israel can tell I had ‘em. Tin I stored (am I not raconteuse?) by a metal pen. If a night, I wondered, rose, I’d all right orbit on sun, even off.

I buoy, did you? Both Sal and Ella, Tony and Alan (“Ill if too bottle-fed, am I?”) do not. God! A toga! Ed in a Roman one, rehung! Was I, M.P. et al., to get a map? Also get salt? I, hospital lab to offer, am, or felt to be, no fool – a hero.

Will it sleep? No, melting is sad ice. Vital re-push to be raid, I assume. Deer, both sacred roes, Leroy (a doter, eh?) has lived for. I, apt sales rep’s idiot to greens, revere vendors selling or fat egg-nog reps.

Murder O’Malley, my mini mate – gun on rack. Calory total: liver, a bad nut or all I wanted (“et puree garnie”): lots. “Do, oh do, ogle bald racer,” I’m dared – N.U.S. bar at six.

Esparto, dodo’s lair to name it, not to cage bees, elasticated, is nice. Esteem, as up in space, cite bad local lions, eye can emit now. G.I. boots in ugly rebel or rat’s potato gin (eh?) were hot. Pull a bad egg – epic, I note, no regal slip in it. Ram can … (I’ve lost idea!)

Tarred nets, rifles, nitro, gold – no maid stole it. Put it, rat, back or if Sam (“X”) sees sub on televised rising, I sedate Goths. I won’t – no way.

Alps, idyllic stage set, are not so gas-emitting, I educe. To nose, peer, far off, I tip mats onto lane. Power grew or got deep so I dare not stir. Of deer, billions sell. I ate lump – mad sign, I do cede – tonsil a pain, acne pang is sad also. Elm I help pot, live – tub’s sold; a ban or a bar, even so, elms, I’d assume, live for. Effused am I not, up in a manor, not all up in a mess.

Open if a main A.C. plug is in it.



Late men I fed late – pasties or not. “Rapture” by a maestro prevents a vast sum erased.

Argon in units, albeit at solid eye level, sits in a … (I presume not) … tube, son. No eyes: a hot laser – is Ed wary?

Mermaid, ex- evoker of all A.B.s, I flog. Nil I repaid. Emotion! Emotion, oh so do I dare, woe!

Wee yap-yap dog’s name’s Ron. An idol lacks a dime tip, or did, as today a potato in a pitta slice costs a lot – tons. A wet adder ate more hay. Ugh! So, pal, ice cost on top? No, miss, I’m a two-sided rat, erred nut, I base it on erotic ill; It is I, red now; it is debris, rot.

Alf, an idle he-man as “master animal lifer” did time, ran off at speed, but a G.I. did nab an idle if dim nit. Upwards rewards are natural life’s words, God. Fill up guts, boy, live now or do not emit one later. A rat on site got flu.

Gaelic, I’m odd Erin, I’m Eire, esteemed islet. So hostile rifts ebb. Mob, I.R.A., dare not net R.U.C. – no cotton. Erase not, so I dare not nettle men in red rose garden – I’m in it.

Stop late men if foreign at nine. Esplanades, simple hotel, bath, gin – king is Edward IX; obese; Ma is no pure mater. Go! Rise, sir; part anon.

I also rehash tests – ‘O’ Level Latin, Italian. S.A.S., so, to track radar. Often nobleman exists alone – not sales reps – I do. Trade ceiling, i.e. final part, lures open if evil trade.

Volga River rises on no steppe. Elsinore has a hamlet – Oh, Bard, row on Avon!

A sacred robot nurses simple hero’s eye; dabs on it a lemon. Gas, iron, Essex often stops, suffers in a mania. Ron fixes several crofts, acer of maple. Hot, I fish; cold, I arise laden; if diary amiss, I know it set no car off. Foe-damned ruby motor, it only rebels.

Ian I swept aside to visit, in a bar of moorside red, Romanis met in a more mossy ale den. Inspired am I, Oswald. A bay bed is nine p on top. No name, niftiness- elder saw it. Oh no! Saw top wet star’s pool – part star, part otter. Refer a baron to idiot, Tony, as I did.



Smart ones use submarine.

Poet, arch-super-artiste, grew artistic. I lost rattle; my amiable, not oh so old, able to hang up, mina, can deliver it, so true. “Ta, matey!” – says so Boston (Mass.) elder I hit.

On file S.A.E. was sent – I wrote poster re fat on side, volume one – loved it, never off it, I was in. Aide mocks a manic; I mock comic, I nap: too bad I had a fit, I too. Bottle ban odd, I go drop mine, ergo trial ceded a fatness, sober if not so, or a test is debased.

A vet is agog – no pet’s in a cask – corgi dog, royal pet, a risk no more.

Lob a rod at a man I meet. Sewer delays pit fires – a bedlam in a dig – iron ore rots it. No devil is a hero – Nimrod.

At a mall a cod is all I get. I bet on Eva, so Tim ate whole eel bait, I pay tip, Eva had a hood sewed. No B.A. gave car to Nero, we were not to rev it and we lost a trail; I’m a free pill, I wrong a man. I erase gap; to help miss it, I fill a set. A gent in ire knocks a cadet.

Animals’ gel on spoon – it is so true to basics – I’d gel; too bad I hide kangaroo baths – I lived as I won raffle, flew as I did go, dash, to my, also too tired now, star comedy: A wan, inept, upset I’m retired, nut; its ilk, nicer. Nettle feels a sore; sad, I did no panic in a pain, am an ill or tired, nude, based item; it is a spot.

Semitone, not a tone, radios emit; no, on tape; elsewhere it’s a tone.

Tail is not on; pots open on foot, even on it, so let oven (on, it is) simmer – a hotpot’s a stupid ham stew.

Loop a loop, animal – cat up in air.

Both sacks I rate by apple hewn in elder’s garden if it rates, I was aware – tasted a core.

Zones or areas, Annie, cap, so twelfth girl, lass, alas, simply (alpha beta) done, Kate. Tadpole won top Oscar, Obadiah, “O” Level axed.

Argon gas did emit no straw, so ozone sure drops argon, oozes up in Ruth’s ample hotel or sits afar off in a bar – of elastic, is it?

I hate cinema; cinema dogs in a mass. Older effusion to old – lost, is it now? Reward: a mood.



All upsets it.

Radar trails an Islamic educer of a riling issue, damages it in Israel. Ceiling is, I say, a plan, a case of one deck. Can knees sag as one Latin image elates, I wonder?

Oboe diverts ultra foe, volatile bald ogre – push to berate; I’d do, ogre. So, p.m., Oct. first, never play organ’s stops – lay or put it up in ward ten.

Final cast like rowing – I sedate play, old as am I, God! Am I! On tacks I ran; I saw rats. A Gemini tramp is May born.

I back colony’s sober omen of lack of lace. Rome, not Paris, a wonder.

Obey retail law – a noose killed oyster. Reflate my ball, a water-filled one. Disabuse no name of emanating issue.

Damsels, I note, vary tastes so cost now desserts. I say no! Try taste more honeyed. A bad nemesis at naff ruse will upset. I, mere Satanist, e.g. rater of a devil – (Oh wrong is a sin!) – I’m no devil’s god, damned.

Animals, if on a mat, sit. Rain, a more vile drop, made us site it in a cottage. Breed deer – bottle fits a llama.

I lay, as I emanate, go to sleep, mad ones on docks – air is hot. Entrap, net, nine men in party raid - all if it is in a crab-pot room, an itemised, under-lit, nullified old log den – I’m sure voles made it rot in knot.

Tubas we see far off lack limit. A cat on still or tall upward paws to no dog is an ample hot-dog, ergo nastier if tastier, eh? We, raw amid a conman, a mama in a mask, corpse et al., err.

Octuple tracks at a son’s eyelash side distressed a tall eye doctor, a tall ace, rigger of a vote: got put in egress; odd, abased, is ebbed, as I am, Amy, asinine lot! Nine lots! Don’t six rams live? Don’t six exist?

Alfred, nuts or fool gigolo, trod never if gold locks all in a flap on a red rose; made nine or ten stops.

I heed never, I’m Daisy, a prod never, I terrorise viler starfish. To me suitors, no lemons, came rowing. Is a sin a mania? Rot!



Sit! I fix a looted amp or delay more, hasten not. A baser if snug stool, wonkier, if not - Alf says - super, a ballet to no devil, is a stool too. Ban it, actor, race to no tune.

May names I wrote wrong (Is no man in it, a long old log?) sit in row, sign irate Goths; I dare drop it. At felon’s eye I peer, fast open – I’m nosey, esteem eyes. All upset, ample hogs resume totting. Is sad nabob tired? Roots don’t evade liver in Alf’s gob.

Deers I held right; oblong, apt enamel or tile rifle on gun spot to get a man – aim is all. I rogate, minister. Feeble gnats, alas late, prosaic, a canine pet is not to consume hot.

Loo, wet, issues old idiot; evading, I sneer, obey a deer, gall a deer, gain alpine dragnet for egg I’d net to ram in a pan I made to help master. Rags I held, arcane poet, arcane poetic error, all odd; I bottle fine panacean lust. I’d nag elks I ride if editor toted a minor. I fog a natural life.

Roses, or level dumb ones – rows in a mown, ample, hewn acre. Wolfsbane made it a garden in May, a garden indeed.

Nine mates, nine tons I must save now on time – editor raps a late man. G.I.s edit also, too. Do over if tests in a task radiate. Rob ran; I, too, fled.

“Omega” – list in alphabet.

A gander, a line of live ducks, irk cubs. A wart, set at a cast on knee, snug as spots.

A poor denim for a janitor, racer, armed aide, solid idler – rabid; I’d elastic in a pot, tons to sew.

Tubes or axes went in a clam, in an oyster. Free booze – lap it all up. Pity, my apple hot, so I’d a root stew. God, a stew! Tip it at feline! Posies, a cat’s altar often, no baron packs. A monk caps dog – I meddle here – hot? Pull its leg! A bee was a hoot, eh?



No, it is opposite. Yaks I rode wore hats, albeit on deity’s orders. Rats age more held in a trap, nip and I know it – set no cage now.

It’s eta; no, it’s a beta – Tsar of Tonga rates isles. Mad Ed is all upset at cider, is Ed? Is a madam too? Snip? I’d snip, spot a fine position, snip nine more cinemas.

Do ogres sell in a mall? Yes, on a barge so rats row tubs.

Wall last canes up or Eros, an imp, lives to irk, rasp or dam all tides sent. I won’t – I was no Roman – even I saw tired row – a sore. He lives on. “No!” we yell.

Up, now! Wards are in nurses’ sole care. I, peer, fed, am too fat? Oh, not I, test no dined ruby ale; dote not on salad it’s in – I am sad.

Locks I rifle so troops atone re war. Only rebel or a crofter animates so cottage beheld arcades, so trees are sold, abased. I redo, rehang, I err – a wasted act; nests I’d – as an owl – laid. A boot’s raw foot, even if a foot to master, germs (ah!) can evil do.

Pan is tune-pipe – so hot notes, paths up to honeydew.

Odd locks, a maddened (I was aware) macaw on top, spot no seen knots, rifts or fan, I saw. Are maces a baton, madam? Oodles, madam? Rare laptops are too late – got too lit up.

Nits rub – snip now, I’ll abate, not snip, nits I held.

Nubile Danish tomboys I led to old loser as no melons I held; no fish to my name. Nod lower, do I dare? No, one nods a hairy snipe. (Edit: one hairy snipe, eh?) See silliness, else we’ll ask cornish to obey deity’s or god’s item. I, God, damn it! I was in it! To Hades, acne trap, sad loser! As warts pop, a dosser I – we – vile rat, sack! Same row, oh woe! Macaroni, rats, as a hoot, tie. I vomit on rats.

Legend Has It...

If you don't know what Snopes is... stop reading this blog.

http://www.snopes.com/science/dhmo.asp
http://www.snopes.com/love/dating/golddigger.asp

Cold Weather Resistance Regiment and Bozo Sorting

Today is warmer than yesterday, yet practically everyone at NEIU is wearing winter clothing. Except one crazy SAUB that's wearing a T-shit and shorts. Yep, its me.

Why would I do such a thing? Its 50 degrees out with a strong wind. Sure it feels cold but it won't really do anything to you healthwise. I'm building my resistance to the cold in time for winter. When everyone if freezing their asses off come the -10 degree Chicago Winter, I'll be toasty warm with a light jacket on. I simply acclaim such a thing from two theories of my own handywork.

1. You're most used to the weather you're born in.
2. If you experience the cold with the least amount of clothing on that faster you'll be used to it.

In other news:
I was reading a Java tutorial today for the fun of it at: http://www.cafeaulait.org/javatutorial.html#xtocid5001 and it amused me with the concept of a Bozo Sort.

A sort is a loop designed to sort objects either numberically or alphabetically. It was a chain of comparative functions and switching functions to do this. Nothing amusing about that.

This so-called Bozo Search works with the principle of you holding a bunch of sticks and throwing them into the air each time they're not in order. Effectively this can take an eternity. It boggles the mind why somebody would even bother writing such an algorithm.

Summer Yesterday, Autumn Today

Well that title gives it all away. Yesterday was in the 80's, 10 minutes ago it is 49 degrees. Funny Chicago weather. Good thing I always keep a sweater in the Guenthermobile. Then again I'm tough (and insulated) enough to deal with it if I didn't come well prepared.

In other news:
Surprise, surprise the Cubs blew it. The world isn't coming to an end this year.

Well that's all of interest I had to say today. Listening to the song Desperado was kinda one of those weird fuzzy moments. Queen of Diamonds, lol.

I'm pretty sure that's the first time I said that acronym in my blog. I constantly say it online in every other media. It's weird looking here though. Then again I enjoy 1337speak in RunEscape. Everyone loves being called a noob.

Noobs ^_^

0-1

Well I'm not surprised the Cubs are down in the series 0-1...

Cubs v D'Backs

I'm not against the Cubs. I'm just saying they have a knack for blowing it. Statistically they look bad for their first matchup. If they want it bad enough, I guess they can pull it off. I certainly wouldn't lay any money on it though.

Personally I don't follow any sports team. My brother watches the Cubs but certainly isn't much of a follower either, but then again its not like anyone tells him when the games are, nor does he ask.

Maybe I'll change my mind after tonight's game. They do have me compelled enough for the first time to blog about them. I'll give em that much.

Fall seems to still not wanting to kick in. It'll be cool one day then warm the next, its annoying. Course the Lord does have a sense of humor about these things. I'll get back to ya later on these things class starts soon, but its not like the professor ever shows up on time. Then of course makes us stay late.

Gideon

The Gideons were at NEIU today, rather yesterday. I got three bibles from them. Well not full-size ones. Well it still amused me and brought back fuzzy memories of NIU and freshman year.

Fuzzy is a funny word. Well I outta get to bed. Macro test today.

Usurper

Chapter 2 of my awesome novel is up. Check it out. Sorry about the sappy ending, but I need to get that out of the way.

http://theinsideworld.pbwiki.com/

Halo 3 > Potter

Well, duh.

http://biz.yahoo.com/bizj/070927/1527507.html?.v=3&.pf=career-work

Happy Anniversary Blogger!

Today is the second anniversary of me using blogger as my blog.

Yippe! Staying with a site that long is incredible. What can I say though? Its been a good one. No frills, reliable. Go Blogger! Thanks for two great years and many more to come!

You can see my first blog 2 years ago at 12:03 PM here: Though its really lousy. http://guenthercorp.com/2005/09/guenthercorps-premiere-blog.html

Now a quick anecdote:
The reason I chose to use Blogger in the first place was seeing that little "I Power Blogger" on Alton Brown's blog. The Good Eats man himself and commentator for Iron Chef America.

Good Eats times

i don't know what i want to eat

Post 190 and I can't think of anything that rhymes with nineteenteen.

Usually at this time I'm out to lunch, but I have no clue what I wish to eat. Frankly I'm bored with eating, although once do I eventually get started... And now you know the rest of the story.

Well I've been working on my second chapter of The Inside World. I like how its going so far. Although starting or stopping is hard to do. Is that weird? Not that being weird is wrong. For me at least. Sentence fragment.

Well in other news a very special blog shall be posted... but I won't tell you for what reason. In fact, I think its gonna be lame. Shame really. Though I constantly remind myself against my own will that I'm doing this for my own benefit and not for anybody elses. Just like my novel. Just like my MMORPG. Maybe I'll combine the last two. That should pad out the novel nicely. Though it'll be an overused concept to do so. Yeah, I think I should avoid the whole TRON look.

Well, I'll be working on my novel if you need me. I'll post when I release it to the public on my pbwiki. Ciao.

Escape from Shopping Center Island

I hate my car's security system. It was yet to deter anyone from stealing it and has succeeeded twice in keeping me stranded. Yesterday was the second time it happened.

I was out to lunch, when I was going back to school for class, the wireless remote wouldn't unlock the car. I could open the car alright with the key, but whenever I opened the door the alarm would go off. Not that people do anything about it. So I pretty much waited outside the car for five hours waiting for my father to come after work with his remote to switch the security off.

Well I did take pictures of it which you can find someplace. I did attempt calling the dealer and the company that did make the security system, but luckily I found out my brand new phone isn't very good for having phone calls made from it without eating the battery up.

Later I went to see I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry. I still don't know which was Chuck and which was Larry, but whatever. It was pretty good. Good ol' dollar theatre. Maybe I'll go see Die Hard 18 tonight.

Top Ten Ways to Destroy the Earth

http://www.livescience.com/technology/destroy_earth_mp.html

Personally I've wondered about this from time to time.

Morality without God

Is there any basis for morality without God?

Well beyond the obvious "don't get caught" excuse. Which is probably the whole reason people isn't a burning sesspool. I mean... hmmm.

Is there morality at all in the world? Do people just say what they believe in so they can join some invisible clique? Is it just because their parents made them go to church and they're now too scared that the pastor knows they didn't go to church?

Is there any reason to obey the speed limit if there isn't a cop sitting there?

Is the invisible threat that "God will know" the reason people do good?

For many, sure. They just do it because they're stuck in a rut. Others still see God as some boogeyman that will get them if they do bad. What should somebody do when they run into an ethical decision if they truely are a Christian?

I guess I'm trying to say I'm trying to see the other side to this issue. I guess I'm a moderate. So was Jesus. I mean sure you should obey the commandments and all, but just because somebody doesn't doesn't mean you should hang them from the gallows. People won't always believe the same exact thing as you do. We all have varrying ideas and cognitive resources to even grasp advanced concepts such as eternity, forgiveness, and that aching little question "What exactly happens when you die."

I like Christianity for two reasons: Its the easiest way to redeem yourself and completely logical if you have the understanding that humanity is flawed. The second reason is that it explains pretty much everything. Sometimes the Bible doesn't fill in the gaps, but I'm not saying that is by any means its downfall.

People simply wouldn't understand if God attempted to explain to the people how the mysteries of the universe occured. Its sinful nature to completely ignore something you don't understand. Not that talking and trying to explain how these things happen doesn't end up with the same result today. People's minds are just too bound to what they can see and hear, now I'm not claiming I have the answers either, but they seem to work.

IM me if you wanna know more about it. Or maybe I'll blog about it later with a disclaimer.

WARNING: INDEPENDENT THOUGHT. That'll rake in the pageviews.

Quest for Valor

That's the pending name of my MMORPG "Quest for Valor" its the name of the trading card game I tried to make up a few years ago. I created a pbwiki if you'd like to see the progress of designing it. Course its not open for just anyone to edit yet.

http://questforvalor.pbwiki.com/

Its worth a look. If you're into that kinda thing.

In other news it seems time has increased its speed yet again. According to my calculations its at about triple normal speed. Oh well that's not necessarily a bad thing. I'm sure it'll slow back down again once I realize things are boring. I just hope I'm not doing permanent damage to the Space-Time Continuum again. Man those Temporalytes sure get cranky when they have to repair damage to it. Its the worst job ever, even worse than charcoal taste tester.

Self Let Me Down

Nothing bums you out more than pondering your own mortality.

Sure things are doing well so far, nothing has successfully killed you yet... but what in life haven't you gotten around to? Will people notice you're gone? Will they be sad? Will they get drunk off their asses drinking beer our of your polished skull?

I get sentimental late at night. And crazy. Happy 185th blog Guenthercorp.

Be Nice to Me, I Donated Blood

Yep you read that correctly. I just donated blood to the American Red Cross. Why them? They're the one that came to me. No blood for your Lifesource.

Not only is it fun to get pricked for a hemoglobin test, the needle for the blood itself is an experience of its own. Oh and the questions about sex are a lot of fun. Free cookies and juice just sweeten the deal.

I didn't take one of those free T-shirts and I unfortunately didn't see any stickers. Them's the breaks I guess.

For fun I've also been designing the ultimate MMORPG. Its coming along nicely though I haven't the slightest clue how I'll get it programmed. Ah well just means it will be more interesting. That would be my ideal career, owning an MMO play for work, make stuff up for research.

The Funniest Thing Since Unsliced Bread

http://www.xkcd.com/135/

That's rediculously funny and terrifying at the same time. This webcomic might inspire me to rip it off. Then again I don't have the patience to do it everyday.

This one's cool too, it has Runescape on it. http://www.xkcd.com/256/

Mad Dash

Wow, I hadn't realized how rare it is to get a computer in this place. Its so nice every body's wasting time not doing anything. But I have a blog to keep up! How inconsiderate that they not be psychic. I have a chat with the Dean about this.

This computer has the worst keyboard and mouse ever. They all stick. At least at home, its only my house that acts funny. Sigh I guess I have to get a new one, or be lazy and plug in one of my old ones. That'll work. Remind me to do that.

Let's see, I was forced to buy another text book today hoping the one I ordered online would get here in time. Well that's media mail for ya... I don't wanna pay 10 bucks so I have to wait 3 weeks.

It's stupid that any homework be due this early in conceptual classes. I mean in the discrete mathematics class homework isn't ever really due. It's just to make sure you're learning the material and I got it during classtime.

Not that I can't get better practicing but that book hasn't arrived either. Well at least my macro book came so I can follow along with the pretty pictures and diagrams. This book was probably in the bathtub with the previous owner, its all water damaged, doubt I'll be able to resell it. Of course I don't mind it, I doubt whoever eventually buys it from me will either.

The school bookstore system is a total sham. At least at NIU and Harper they had underground bookstores nearby that undercut the official one, I have no idea where one is for this school, which I'm pretty sure has to exist somewhere.

I did notice I never spellcheck my blog, and the labels aren't really helpful finding blogs of note. So I did get rid of the labels, I'll try to relabel stuff helpfully.

Extended Weekend

Well, that was uneventful... the best kind of eventful.

That reminds me of the uncola for some reason, is 7UP all that popular? Was it ever? I mean that Cool Spot game they had out a decade ago was cool, but not like I ever played it all that much. Stupid game hog cousins...

Well, I would say I'm back to the old grind, but that's not true... I'm getting into a whole new grind. I have yet to get a decent restaurant to hang out at during the afternoon like I did at Harper. Course going home between log recesses is too troublesome from this distance.

Well, I don't have anything else interesting to say so I'll cut it off.

The Afternoon Blahs

With three hours between my morning and afternoon class, its quite boring. There's only so much stuff I can do browsing around or wandering aimlessly. Ah well them's the breaks. Plus I did all my homework, which is pretty nice. Hopefully my stupid books will be delivered during the weekend. Dang cheap rates make everything super slow.

Well, not that I blame em... sending the priority mail costs like 10 bucks for any decent sized book. The cheap media mail takes sometimes a whole week but its like 5 bucks. A fair tradeoff I say.

Well I have been trying to sell my old textbooks on half.com if you haven't noticed and only managed to sell one. Which is pretty likely I sold it for twice as much as I'd get elsewhere. So its pretty nice.

I did jack up a lot of the prices that suggested I sell the book for less than 5 dollars... I mean seriously its worth more as fire fodder at that price... Shipping is more than what I'd get out of it.

What would be cool is figuring out a decent system of taking a nap in this place and being able to not sleep through my class, oh well I'm sure I'll come up with something, since my phone's class alerts don't seem to be going off anymore.

Well, its been my first week of NEIU and so far I've met zero people. Not that I'm surprised it has always taken me forever to make friends. Not that I'm all too thrilled with it. Oh well, its not the point anyways.

They do pretty good upkeep of this place, throughout yesterday they built a new garden next to the library, which was kinda interesting for a time lapse dealy.

I know I"m including much more information that I usually do, and that's for a good reason, last blog of mine I never updated, I wish I could go back and know my thoughts about various events and concerns. Ah well, can't do anything about it now.

Ah well, maybe I should work on that short story of mine, but I'm kinda stuck.

Election Time

"Anybody who wants the presidency so much that he'll spend two years organizing and campaigning for it is not to be trusted with the office."


- David Broder

Hi Gene

I was going through my old blog and its kinda strange how... I got nowhere. Oh well, here's a nice quote I found.

"So anyway, according to the New York Times, Dr. Gerba found that "people who had the cleanest-looking kitchens were often the dirtiest. Because 'clean' people wipe up so much, they often end up spreading bacteria all over the place. The cleanest kitchens, he said, were in the homes of bachelors, who never wiped up and just put their dirty dishes in the sink." That's right: You so-called "good housekeepers" with your so-called "cleaning" are, in fact, smearing bacteria around, while we so-called "slobs," by courageous inaction, make the world's kitchens safer for everybody."

-Dave Barry

Fasting

Well for no reason I decided not to eat lunch today. Hope my mommy makes dinner tonight.

Stupid books... Two of them that I have to buy at the book store... they cost 300 bucks. Its not like the economic books are any different or offer any new insight... they're just economic books, just like everyother economics book I had previously bought. Lame. They seem to be the most expensive too. Well short of law or premed.

Later I'm gonna do a video blog, but not of me. It'll be the parking garage. That thing is cool. Well not really but I wanna do it for kicks. Stay tuned for my first video blog. Maybe I'll have my voice on it. Almost certainly not though. Maybe I'll blow it off completely!

Yesterday was weird blogging three times in one day, I dunno if I'll keep up at this rate, doubt I'll blog once the classes actually teach us something. That's the whole reason I'm here right?

Alright there actually is a good reason I didn't eat lunch, the line was too big and I'm cranky and impatient. So instead I did my homework. Yeah way ahead of time too. Maybe this college is pulling the best out of me. I didn't eat just now since its like 4 pm and most of the people are gone, and I have no idea if they are serving food at all at that time.

I have noticed however, that despite the low ratio of female to male here, the ones that aren't like transfer students are extremely attractive. I dunno why I said that just puttin it out there.

Maybe I should edit instead... nah

Alright I changed the template on the blog a bit. Sorry I posted three times in one day but I already forgave myself. There's a widget that supposedly connects to my meebo to allow any visitors to instantly chat with me. It should be interesting.

Merchant

Cool I sold one of my old text books on half.com.

45 bucks is a whole lot more than I'd get at a cruddy bookstore. I don't usually advertise these things but if they help me make extra money... well how can I not?

Word to the wise... ISBN numbers help a lot.

Familiar Canis

Ha! Delicious word play.

Anyways as per its title I'm about to complain about my stupid dog. He's actually scared of his water bottle. He doesn't drink from it anymore because it makes that glug noise. So without that source of liquid refreshment, guess where he has to get it from?

Well I sure don't want to think about it, so I have to fill a small, no water refilled bowl for him. This morning he drank at least 5 bowls full, but as being a dog, he made a huge puddle. Luckily I'm a male so I left it.

In other news, I attempted to go to a different computer lab but its rediculously full, luckily I made it to the library before the crowd figured to go here instead. Spots are filled up quick, its a good thing people feel socially awkward to be seen anywhere near said book depository. Not that I ever have that problem...

Fiction is the Lie that Tells a Truth

I enjoy that quote. Dunno who said it and when. So earlier between classes, when I could grab a computer- I decided to write from my alternate universe continuity but from a female point of view.

Now I'll say it again and again, I have no idea what a girl thinks about or does, but then again there's a large chance that some girl someplace at sometime is able to somehow think what I made the female in my story think.

Its a corny lovestory from a third person. Well, those who have or will read the original novella will know the tragedy that happens, well actually it happens again in this story but even worse.

I think I'll make guenthercorp into my fiction showcase. Why not? Course I can just as easily do the same ol' random gibberish. So why not do both? Hope it doesn't look too junky. Then again I have no skills of an artist.

My craft of choice is writing. I enjoy writing science- mystery- romance- emotional- post-apocalipic- fiction. It could happen. It takes a few ideas already canonized by the community and brings them all together into a hodge podge I'd actually like to read. Its very inner monologuey and my detail on its setting tends to stink, but I get around it well enough.

So look forward to me updating my site regular like- not that anyone follows this blog much anymore. Ouch. I hurt my pride.

A New Dawn

Today is my first day at NEIU, right now I'm hanging out in the library wasting time til my next class at 2 PM.

So why not give this dealy an update, and I'll assume I'll be doing this more often because of the realization that I have a lot more time in the day.

I could hardly sleep last night for some reason, and of course my fears were unfounded. Apparently they had mailed my transcripts from Harper finally, or the instructor just is lazy, either way I win.

This key board is awefully loud, so I'll type slower, but that means my brain has to slow down just as much because I type about as fast as I can think, its weird sometimes.

Let's see, this semester if you're wondering I have two category of classes, Computer Science and Economics. Finally I'm in the higher branch of education so I don't have to mess with these stupid electives. Not that those were boring. Fiction Writing was a nice class, Anthropology is interesting too but unfortunately I got no better than a C in any of them, and the fact there are little job openings in that field. Indiana Jones got lucky.

I've set up my portal on campus and got my university email address. I'm not going to post it since I'm very sure I'll never check it, not that the system is actually working.

For a library, it sure is noisy. It has a nice little computer lab, where I am now. Most of the other people are using those stupid networking sites. Not that I'm doing any better blogging, but if anyone asks I'm brushing up on my writing and typing skills. Which isn't untrue.

In other unrelated news I've added a ton of old aquaintances on the old networking site. Not the evil one, the inclusive one. I don't like to plug nonsponsors of my blog/website. Ha!

Wish to have your business advertised on this blog? Too bad! My site is completely ad free except for the plugs for my own business. True, I have to find some way to turn a profit, or at least get people to respect my creative side. Maybe I'll post my novel.

Nah, forget that. Oh and I don't feel like typing my old addendum anymore. So get used to it, its still me though.

Aquaman: Pilot

Aquaman: Pilot - AOL Video

As an extra on Smallville, Aquaman was so-so. But after watching the pilot, I'm shocked it wasn't good enough for the WB. Maybe a lack of female interests... Oh well.

The Good Wife's Guide

days.pdf (application/pdf Object)

A throw back to the old days... Not that I agree with its opinion.

Just something interesting... Oh and its a PDF if you don't have Adobe Reader crawl out from under your rock already.

You call this a blog?!

Yes there is a thing as stupid questions. Teachers should know this.

Smash Bros. DOJO!!

Smash Bros. DOJO!!

Sure I'll never buy a Wii but that doesn't mean I don't check up on the sequels to the best video games ever. Although, this clinches the decision to never buy this game... new character Pokemon trainer. Lame.

In other news, I finally registered for classes which start in two weeks from today. Had no difficulties like people threatened.

Ciao

NASA - Dreamy Lunar Eclipse

NASA - Dreamy Lunar Eclipse

For me, its solar or nothin'.

Bout Time

Well its been a month and a half since my last blog. I'm shocked.

This summer went by too fast. But everyone says that. So what thought of interest will I post about today? Not much... except I've gotten into a new anime. Marchen Awakens Romance. MAR for short used to be on Cartoon Network but got banished to Toonami Jetstream, which isn't that bad a fate. Its hanging out with Zatch Bell and Samurai Jack. Nice companions.

I'd give a synopsis but you can look those up if you want.

Dating and the Christian

Welcome to blog 165. This will be a serious one. Those looking for abstract humor please ignore this post.

Behold exhibit A. Billy Christianson. He's asking little Susie out on a date. To what purpose? I see a few different levels. First is for the social aspects, being active in the dating world is somewhat of an honor. Second is the peer pressure aspect I'm sure Hank and Jorge haven't helped aspects on pointing out the rather more curvaceous features Susie seems to have developed at puberty. Third is the attempt at hormonal indulgence. Fourth is the idea Billy's parents have ingrained on him since he was young that his purpose in life is to get married and sire a few litters of babies. Fifth is a deeply ingrained fear of dying alone thus desperation. Sixth is that he's looking for traits in a potential wife.

Sure it seems wholesome enough, but in fact the whole dating enigma is only a few generations old. Sure there was courting but that is hardly what dating is now. Of course dating is now slowly evolving into what we now call group dating and I'll go into that later. Let's break apart Billy's reasons for dating and why fundamentally they're irrational, immoral, and ice creamless.

Reason one is for the social aspects the cultural approval for dating. The flaws are quite simple to point out. Christians are told to be in the world and not of it. Simple as that.

Reason two is peer pressure. If friends force you to do something you don't want, they're corrupting your character. Get rid of them. More easily said than done.

Reason three is that PDA stuff you see on television and movies. Holding hands, kissing, and sex. Dating just to relieve those desires are what the 6th commandment is all about. Its morally wrong.

Reason four is Billy's mommy and daddy want grandchildren. Well if at Billy's age they're pushing him to have kids, yet wait for marriage they're just putting him into a moral dilemma. No wonder so many illegitimate children are born every year.

Reason five is desperation. Sure having a date for the box social or whatever they call it these days is nice. The fact you're so fixated on being in a relationship that, if you actually follow Chrisian policies, would be a waste of a few good years and hundreds of dollars.

Reason six is the assumption that one can only find out the character of a mate in a dating atmosphere. There is some truth to that one on one conversation is important but there's no need to go to the Olive Garden seven times a month to find out Susie likes Italian food. Who says friendship can't do the same thing? Plus is appeals because its infinitely cheaper when money goes less far to a young adult.

All these points follow out on the basic assumption that premarital sex is wrong. If you don't believe it to be so, then dating is a nice a cheap way for casual sex.

Now group dating like a strange mixture of dating and friendship but its in a huge group. That's all I know of it, I guess its all the current high schoolers that would understand.

Good thing Susie turned down Billy, he was only after her body anyways. You go girl.

Ciao Corpsters

The Hello World Collection

The Hello World Collection

If you ever learned a language they'd always have some lame starter program that just said "Hello World." Somebody had too much time on their hands and listed this program in a ton of popular languages. This truely a monument to wastes of time so I feature it today!

An update's an update, shut up.
Ciao 'Corpsters

PS the novelic writing block is gone! Huzzah!

June Laziness

Alright. I haven't updated my website in three months. I only posted three times last month. Sounds like I'm up to my usual slacking off. Not that anyone still follows this site properly. Ah well, I remind myself the true reason to do anything... that you must enjoy it. If anyone else enjoys it/pays you money for it all the more better.

Love Song to Christian Translation

Simply find the words baby, love, girl and replace them with Jesus, Lord, or God.

If it worked for Cartman it can work for you!

Diet Pop is Good For You!

Sure you can drink regular pop, but that is full of real sugar!

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Excercise Fourteen

Post 160 of the blog... wow. Here's this week's excercise. It's crappy and a waste of your time to read. Enjoy!

Within the walls of the rectangular prism that was the local foods mart, the tired and thankless grunts forged out their union friendly livings. The majority of the people behind the register were high school students with the occasional 30-something and the rare retiree. Many of the registers complained about their “91” status. Obviously the Customer Service Rep’s were too busy with their team huddles, usual corporate propaganda, and ensuring the required state regulation consent forms were filed properly. The intercom was overworked with pleads for 21’s and 90’s. There was even the occasional code 18. Till’s were filling quickly, and the ever present SCOT light was blinking red. Posters all over the register lanes were constant reminders to the checkers of B.O.B, Eight is great, and Strive for five. Constant requests for the extreme value filled the air with the usual angry response that “if they wanted it they would have found it in the aisle.” Customer loyalty cards weren’t readily given and the mentally vacant employee would rather type in the number than to call for the floor card which the already busy management was already occupied with. Floor coverage requests were left unheeded. Yes, it was just another Sunday morning at the local foods mart.

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(That's numbers to those that don't speak advamced 1337.)

I've always wondered why people put their birthday in their email address. Then again, I've always hated the idea of people knowing my birthday. Maybe, I don't know, they put this on display?

Once I hit ten years old and actually had a say in having a birthday party of not, well I chose not to. It's a pain really. Not that I didn't enjoy a good sleepover full of videogames of game mascots beating each other up, no that's good clean fun! (To the females out there, blame the testosterone, its evil.)

Did I care when I turned 18? Sorta, but that meant I could have a say in the political process. Although living in a liberal state, that pretty much means my vote means little to none. (Better odds to get struck by lightning, which would be really cool for the first few seconds, until it hurts.)

So I dunno, should I need to come up with an unoriginal screen name (OK fine guenthercorp, thyguenther, guentheriscool, guentherlynx, guentherpwnsj00nubs aren't exactly original.) I'll pick some random more meaningful numbers in my life. 92 and 128.

If anyone knows why either of those numbers is significant to me... win a prize! (Don't randomly guess you'll never get it.)

***Prizes are void in AL, AK, AR, AK, CA, CO, CI, CU, CC, CP, IL, IN, MI, WI (not a real state), MO, ME, MOE, PL, PH, WB, BMW, VP, WM, WHY, and nonAmerica. Must be legal citizen of Guenthertopia, Void where prohibited by law, for list of winners send 20 dollars to Guenthertopia, 12 8 Guenther Street Guenthersota, GU. 12892. Unauthorized use of this gibberish is prohibited unless given expressed written or implied spoken concent of Guenther League Baseball.

The Child Within

Hey all, I'm new to facebook but a veteran blogger. As such, I'll dual post this as well on my real blog, which needs a lot more readers.

Childhood is the most important years of your life when your character is being developed. Right then and there is when tyour adult self will be formed. I'm specifically referring to morality, but a few other things come into play as well.

Then puberty strikes. Testosterone drives the mind insane from the once peaceful child into the sex crazy monster. It takes considerable moral fiber to keep that monster in check. Unfortunately, many people just can't resist the temptations of the flesh and indulge their desires.

I'm not saying they're perfect, God knows I'm not. Sometimes they mess up, sometimes its a wonder how something as wonderous as human procreation can also serve as a bane to one's existance. Makes one think.

Ciao 'Corpsters

GNECU English 259- Advanced Poetry Writing

Hey class, I've seen you've all been playing hookey all semester, not that I blame you. Besides as long as your tuition checks go thorough I don't really care if you show up or not. No skin off my back that you all have a 0.0 GPA.

Well, since a couple of you showed up today I will teach you all what you missed. How to write poetry.

The easiest way is to come up with a rhyme scheme. Note that a simple ABAB works fine and doesn't need to be anymore complex than that. Personally I think its unnecessary, don't even worry about rhyming, that's what all the cool poets do.

Example:
There once was a girl from a place
Wasn't a pride of the human race
Ever night she came home late
Claimed to be on a hot date.

Just slap together a bunch of clichës (I know that's not the write accent mark but I'm not gonna try to find the right one since you don't bother to wake up until long past noon.) or buzz words.

Example:
Two for tea
There is no business like it
The condor flys into the sky
Then appears no more.

Another method is to just to feel some emotion and describe it. Of course to the males in this class, think of manly feelings like revenge, hate, and blowing stuff up (sure its an emotion!). To the females out there... hey wait no girls in the audience? Oh well if there is one out there in disguise make up some emotion. Just use wordsthat sound like the way you feel. It doesn't really matter if they mean that or not. Most people are too stupid or lazy to figure out the definitions of such words.

Example:
Blow up
Gas ignites
Smoke rises
Death dances
KABOOOM
My garbage can is now in pieces.

There's another method to poetry writing. Just take a bunch of acronyms and shape the poem to look like what its about. Don't worry if its advanced or not.

Example:
Trees
They have leaves
Sometimes they don't
They turn colors in fall.
Some trees don't
Some don't have leaves at all
Trees are cool
Treeeeeeeees
Treees
Trees.

There that looked like a tree. Don't worry you're not supposed to be art majors. If you are, you're in the wrong class.

Ciao 'Corpsters

Excercise Thirteen

If you regular this blog you'll know what these are by now... if not... check out the earlier versions by clicking on the label after this blog. Thank you.

Jacob was born beside a dumpster behind a 7-11 convenience mart, less than a few hours later he was left in a basket in front of a fire station. The orphanage begrudgingly raised him as per government mandate, but went little farther than that. Jake one day grew tired of the sanitized living, and escaped to live on the streets. He learned to survive by stealing whatever he could off anybody stupid enough to travel to the ghetto. The life he chose was full of fighting and regularly scheduled loss of blood and infection. He lived by the knife he found killing another boy not older than he was and was infatuated with the serrated edge and its glossy shine he used to blind his rivals, who in this world was everybody. Nobody could trust anyone else even if they were bonded together in the holy matrimony that constituted of the gang. Marking territories and peddling drugs constituted much of Jake’s life. Then one day his supplier provided him with some tainted coke, not that he would know the difference. A white suburban well-to-do man came looking for a quick fix and Jake provided the key to that sensation. He took one sniff of the substance and knew something was wrong. He drew his concealed weapon and shot him between the eyes. Lying in a pool of blood waiting for the demons to drag his soul to the fiery gates of Hades, he thought of how horrible the life he was dealt had been, but knew that being left in that orphanage wouldn’t guarantee anything better.

Ciao Corpsters

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Great video talking about the perscription drug industry as a whole from the masters of parody and satire.
Ciao Corpsters

PS I am working on a update for Guenthercorp I swear!

What We Call The News - Funny Video Animation by JibJab

What We Call The News - Funny Video Animation by JibJab

Great animation. Great satire. That's what makes America great.

Oh, and get your taxes in. :D
Ciao 'Corpsters

Excercise Eleven

I just wrote a bit of fiction for... fiction class. Anyways I though I'd post em. Each is supposed to be an original first paragraph to a novel, and since I don't have any access to saving this and the fact they amuse me, I'll blog them. If you don't like that, tough.

1. Nobody seemed to notice me, I was probably better off dead anyways. Those looks I received all my life, those blank piercing evil eyes, never changed over the years as I grew up alone, unsupervised on the cold streets. They murmured under their breaths horrible unspeakable slurs, things that my innocent ears had not even the slightest clue as to their meaning. By the adult’s tone I knew they couldn’t be nice. Whenever I came up to another kid my age on the playground somebody would chase me away screaming something about corrupting their innocence. I wasn’t even allowed to know why I was so horrible. Maybe I could change if I got that chance.

2. Drip. The only sound I could hear as I stood with my arms chained to the ceiling. The searing numbness of staying in that exact position for what felt like days. The poor wiring electrified the ankle deep water I was now standing in. I couldn’t feel my legs anymore, but that was probably for the best. I had no idea why I deserved such a torture. All I did was come to this quiet little country and picked up a few souvenirs. When I went to board the plane to come back to my home, the customs agent went through my things and started screaming looking at the jade monkey I had found in an old cobblestone building. Instantly a gaggle of muscle bound grunts jumped me and I was thrown here.

3. Titus was never the one to kiss and tell. Despite all the pleading of his best friend Sarah, he stood firm and refused to tell her any detail from this night’s date with the beautiful vixen named Ami. Sarah tried to cite precedence to how she would share every detail about her so-called flings, but Titus stood firm masterfully stating he didn’t want to hear about those. Titus hadn’t even recalled ever telling his friend about the rendezvous in the first place and stated this fact to his nosey comrade. Sarah quickly blushed, turned her eyes away and made a quick attempt to change the subject. Unbeknownst to Titus, Sarah was trying to live vicariously through a girl that thought she was far too popular to even acknowledge her existence. She had always meant to tell him, but sadly she was the quiet wallflower and he was the pompous womanizer. She had accepted long ago they could never be. Still, she found some solace in her daydreams.

Ciao 'Corpsters

Thoughts

Why is it that one's old man is their father but their old lady is their wife?

What in the world does coloring eggs and rabbits giving away candy have anything to do with the resurrection of Jesus?

Ciao 'Corpsters

The Simpsons will steal your life

The Simpsons will steal your life - The Other Side - Twisted animations by Mata

Hmmm... how much of your life have you spent watching the opening sequence to the Simpsons? Think about it. Then go to today's link.

Ciao Corpsters

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Seriously, the site I've been looking for all theses yeaers... I finally found. All your ninja related questions solved.

Ciao 'Corpsters

Excercise Ten

I just wrote this for fiction class, I think you'll enjoy it.

There’s nothing I hate more than shopping. So logically that’s why I’m here. I hate shopping on the weekends it’s always too busy and the worse of it all is the fact everybody is in such a rush to get nowhere fast. The sullen face on the checker doesn’t help my experience either. My cart is filled with a cornucopia of vegetables, most of which the average American wouldn’t possibly know the identity of. They all sit in plastic bags with the obligatory green printed logo with fruits and vegetables running a race. There are at least five instances of the word fresh on the bag. Which I guess did apply, but it did so in an annoying fashion.
I carefully placed the items in such a way the bagger could easily group the items based on either their temperature or their crushability. The checker seems to be lost now and trying to call for help on the intercom. Just my luck I get a kid that has no idea what he’s doing.
I scan through the candy rack and the guy in front of me has a gaggle of children with him all screaming for some of the sugary and nutritionally deprived foodstuff. The balding and graying man of course is more interested in poking fun at the tabloids. “Alien Attack! Elvis saves us at the last minute!” Of course, everyone knows its junk, the only reason people buy those is to make fun of them. Of course that, in turn, only ensures that the false publication stays in print.
Trying to drown out the nagging of the little kids, I try to take in the sights. Hopefully something will help sooth my irritation. There’s the pile of the man’s food. Wow, all junk. Potato chips, cheese puffs, frozen pizza, and popsicles are what contents of his order. Then there’s the dividing stick. I wonder where they manufacture those things. It seems every grocery store I’ve ever been to in my whole life has the same exact rubber stick. Its black and its worn down edges ensure curious children don’t gouge their eyes out. Well, I’m thankful the man actually used them. Somehow most people assume the cashier is psychic and knows which items belong to whom.
It looks like the kid on the register is still calling out for help. The management behind the desk seems to be chatting among themselves and laughing, ignorant of the plight and the lifeblood of their whole business, the customer. I get more irritated. It’s not like I want to stand here in line all day. Far from it! I’m getting nowhere fast while the poor cashier is hitting buttons frantically hoping one will do what he wants it to do.
In front of the store are a bunch of machines. Populating this area of the store is the store-brand pop machine, a gumball machine, the scratch off lottery machine, and a DVD rental machine. All of which have the required child frantically pounding on the buttons hoping to hit some secret sequence for free stuff. Where are these parents?
Then it dawns on me. Of all the people in the store, it’s only the children that seem to be enjoying themselves. Even though it is annoying to the rest of the population, they are having the time of their lives. It just comes to show life is in the hands of the beholder. I guess a trip to the grocery store isn’t all that bad. Almost.

Ciao 'Corpsters

Who needs the KWIK-E-MART?

I read in the Chicago Sun-Times they're changing a good number of the 7-11's to KWIK-E-MART's as a promotion for the Simpson's movie coming out.

They'd sell Krusty-O's, Buzz Cola, and Squishees. That'll fit perfectly for the 12 dollars they charge for a half gallon of millk. ^_^

Well, I found it amusing. Too bad they won't sell Duff Beer. I'm pretty sure that'd be a hit.

Ciao Corpsters

Finally! Another Blog!

Ok Ok, I know you don't want to really hear about my novel. Sure its sci fi, but not overly so. That's my whole concept actually, to redo the scifi novel and get it respected in the fiction community. Or at least own a hardbound copy of something I wrote. :D

I will throw you guys a bone here. I will talk about one of my favorite TV series... Are you smarter than a 5th Grader.

Jeff Foxworthy is an excellent host. He knows funny, and can dish it out to these morons who can't get a first grade question right. Too bad I never luck out and appear on these game shows. I could easily clean up and make myself a few thousand. Heck, I could be able to win the million and be a slacker for the rest of my life. Course, I'd never be that lucky.

So anyways, there's a bunch of cute little kids that always end up on the show and laugh and laugh at how easy the questions are for them. Sure I don't blame that. Being in fifth grade and on tv while some know-it-all adult was trying to solve questions I knew that answers for would be the experience of a lifetime.

{{WARNING: If you're like me you probably have lost attention by now. If you haven't yet, please take a long look in the mirror and ponder why you would waste your time on such a stupid blog. If you still think this is interesting stuff, please send a blank check or whatever random number between a thousand and million that pops into your head to me. I'd seriously appreciate it.}}

So then we continue on our little TV viewing experience and I wonder, seriously even on the questions these supposed college grads are still taking their sweet time to answer the questions that they actually do know. I know a game show can either offer many questions at low amounts each or big amounts and then stall for time like they do on another FOX show that people still are watching. Don't they realize Ryan Seacrest looks like he's forty years old? Pay attention next closeup on him.

{{WARNING: If you are a male and watch American Idol (except for those hilarious outtakes), please realize your life is pathetic and you should leave your computer right now and seek attention of a female. If you're a girl that watches American Idol and are reading this blog, please leave a comment since I'm pretty sure such females don't exist. A study on you would be most interesting. Or any female for that matter. Ah, who am I kidding?}}

Well, I lost my train of thought. I'd really much rather be sleeping.

Cacoa Corpsters

Novel Update

Well, it has been awhile since I told y'all what has happened with the novel so I'll fill ya in. Basically I rewrote my old first chapter. Even though people were really critical about the fact I didn't spend enough time successfully transferring it from first person to third, which wasn't overly necessary, I got high praise and a few suggestions to polish it and get it published.

Not too bad. I have about another month to finish the actual chapter I was planning to turn in. I know better than to buy 25 copies though. So if you want a highly unproofread draft let me know. It's pretty good if you get past or accept the fact that I is the main character.

Well, I will edit that one, but won't distribute it or anything. Just wait til its out for sale ;) Buy copies for all your friends.

Encourage me to get off my lazy ass this spring break and get it finished!

Ciao Corpsters

Thoughts

Whoever said Pitching Pennies can't be a contract sport?
What is it about noisy keyboards that seem so much cooler than quiet ones?
Why are people so engrossed by those thing phones that I could easily drive a pencil through?
How come they skipped the letter E in grading scales?
Why do "all you can eat buffets" cost less than fast food joints?


None of these question will be answered on my next blog! Stay tuned!
Ciao Corpsters

Advice from a Monkey

ThinkGeek :: Dear Timmy Archive

Its pretty funny stuff. Also part of a great site full of neat computer gadgetry. Check it out.

Ciao 'Corpsters

Triumphs

Hooray! Futurama is coming back! Finally a network that cares about comedy is featuring this great show. Comedy Central bless you.

Read about it here: http://new.ifmagazine.com/feature.asp?article=1962

In other news I've been accepted to Northeastern Illinois University for the Fall. Life is going swell. That is if I finish my Fiction homework that's due tomorrrow.

Happy All Nighter!
Ciao Corpsters

Between

Alright news update:

Sure I said I'd update my site by March and yes it is March 15th now. Too bad. Anyways my first chapter will be seemingly done by the 19th as its due the following day and I have to make 25 copies.

Beyond that, its all good. Only work a tad tomorrow and I can spend most the weekend on it. I might post it. But then again I'm too afraid somebody will take credit for it. :D

Caio 'Corpsters

Between

Alright news update:

Sure I said I'd update my site by March and yes it is March 15th now. Too bad. Anyways my first chapter will be seemingly done by the 19th as its due the following day and I have to make 25 copies.

Beyond that, its all good. Only work a tad tomorrow and I can spend most the weekend on it. I might post it. But then again I'm too afraid somebody will take credit for it. :D

Caio 'Corpsters

Excercise

Many people in the academic world believe that Where's Waldo? is a book of low intellectual benefit. To that outrageous claim I spit at their so-called credentials. The very notion of excluding any work as beneficial is closed minded and a prophesy of worse things to come. I am one to say that the aformention book is indeed of value and shouldn't be excluded from traditional ciriculums. People claim that graphical interpretations are simply lacking in plot, character development, and overall academic value which is simply not the case.

The first thing we notice is that the title, Where's Waldo?, is simply giving away of the plot. Sure, it does but then again many other acclaimed stories do just that. The fact that the title is an interrogative sentence will put many people off of the treasures that lie within. The beauty of this work is much like Animal Farm, it can be seen on multiple levels. To the illeterate, its a pleasing little book where you see a giant cartoon picture where a whole lot of everything is happening. Hidden deep inside we find greater treasure than a simple search.

The deeper meaning is, just like our protagonist, we ourselves often find ourselves hidden behind the hustle and bustle of everyday life. There's sometimes no room for the red and white stripped person. Sometimes we just can't understand our very purpose, and there are many people that seems to be exactly like you but only better. Sometimes you find yourself where everyone is exactly the same but with only slight differences.

However again, we notice our hero never lets this get to him. No way! He is always in the thick of things with a grin. Sure the going is tough. He may not know his purpose in life, but he knows somewhere nearby is his loyal friend Wizard Whitebeard, is there.

So, the next time you have an assignment on fiction or pick a book for a book club, why don't you pick Where's Waldo? I'm sure your professor or reading group will laugh with delight with your interesting choice. Or drag you to a looney bin.

Ciao 'Corpsters

Hyperreality

Jean Baudrillard, French theorist of hyperreality, died yesterday in Paris. If you're a fan of The Matrix movies, you owe a portion of your blown mind to this man. In the first Matrix film Neo has a copy of Baudrillard's Simulacra and Simulation close at hand, and much of the Wachowski brothers' trilogy is informed by Baudrillard's theories about the nature of reality in an age of exploding electronic communication and representation. "Welcome to the desert of the real" is pure Baudrillard, though the theorist discounted The Matrix, claiming the Wachowskis misunderstood his ideas. He would probably have winced reading this post on a Web site that sells stuff, as he was staunch critic of a consumer culture that manufactures the desire for products people don't really need. (Might be apropos to mention he wrote 50 books, many of them available here.) His blazing insights will be missed. For real. --Ryan, Amazon Screening Room

Quote from: Amazon Screening Room's Amazon Blog

Tribal Wars

Tribal Wars

Well I decided to share the cool links I find from now on. Some you'll like some you won't. But hey the internet is infinite and to find the best stuff is a crapshoot.

Anyways today's link is a browser based game called Tribal Wars. Basically you're in charge of a medieval town and you build it up and eventually join tribes or take over other villages and pillage them. It's fun but a game that takes place in real time so you don't actively play it, which is good and bad.

I play it. :D

Twenty-Eight

28 days in February? Dang. Don't worry folks updates will kick up on March 12th when I have a new class so I have to stay in the library for 4 hours twice a week.

Just an update: I easily passed the Constitution Test. Hooray.

I have lost interest in that game. Looks like the Secret of Mana, and there's a reason they don't make games like that anymore. The website looks pretty much done but I need to copy the data over to the new layout. Something I'm being extra lazy about.

The novel is about 3 pages now. Which is progress. Though I really need to make a map of my setting so I can get a ton of detail in. That'll be nice. Maybe I could use that RPG maker...

I'll think of something.
Ciao Loyal Corpsters.

Happenings

Guenthercorp is being redesigned. Less crappy junk. More ultra crappy junk. The Guentherific RPG 2 is being designed and will be rushed due to a 30 day trial I really don't wanna pay 60 bucks for the full version.

So yeah, I'm also going to have to come up with a first chapter for my novel for a fiction writing class. Which I have mixed feelings about my idea, but it will come eventually. I might post it somewhere... who knows.

Anyways live large.
Ciao Corpsters

Grad

Looks like I'm almost done with Harper. All I have to do is pass all my current classes and take some constitution exam of some sort.

Swell, but it shouldn't be too hard. They gave us multiple years of that kinda crap in high school right? Right?!

Well, my story plot seems to be coming along. So how bout that snow huh? Almost fell on my glutious a few times today. But I'm just so awesome I don't lose my balance unless I choose to.

Well that's all for now. Hope to blog some other time.

Ciao 'Corpsters

Confession

I'm sorry but I must make a confession here exclusively.

I find way too much joy in laughing at people on American Idol. There's just something about people singing so terribly and thinking they're great. Then they're torn apart by the judges and run away bawling. I know some people that auditioned there that seriously can't sing their way out of a paper bag. Whatever that means. Yeah I know I said it.

These are the only times I really can stand to watch American Idol. With the really bad and really good singers there's balance. During the time of the top 24 or whatever number, there's just good singers, which is pretty boring. By that time I predicted the winner which usually comes true. So there's really no reason to watch.

Hey, I love the horrible singers so much I bought that worst of DVD... but with the lack of good singers... its just as boring and annoying as the good singers.

Prediction: I dunno but I'd keep an eye on this Sundance Head guy. He might just win it all.

How's that for irony?
Ciao 'Corpsters

Alumnus and Birthday Aftermath

Well I don't usually read the newsletter I get from SLHS... but for some reason I did today. A minute or two ago just in fact. I was shocked that all three of my favorite teachers there are now gone.

One was called up to heaven.
One moved elsewhere.
One retired.

Well, I guess things change. People change and move away. In all that time my favorite saying has reigned true "Everyone is different, I haven't changed."

Well that's all I had to say. That and thanks everyone for not mentioning it was my birthday on Saturday, as you all know it bums me out for no good reason. Too much monkey business in the singing of that stupid song. Nobody can do it without embellishing it so it makes William Hung look like Clay Aiken. That or giggle like a maniac.

Caio Corpsters.

B37734

Well how's that for a title? Ah, nothing quite liek 1337speak. Its quite the phenomena. But don't let that fool you. I'm not really talking about anything ineteresting today. Besides I got to school to early so I decided to kill 10 minutes doing this.

So far my classes seem to be going well. First of which is Geography. Simple stuff. Geology, same as before... really similar to the Earth Science class I took back at SLHS. Then there's Fiction Writing. That actually has me worried. How do I take this awesome idea for a novel and actual compose it in such a way to impress a small workshop of 28 some people? Well I just better make it worth reading is all.

Heh I'm not minding my own business at the moment, in the interenet cafe sorta deal and the person deside me left herself signed onto AIM. Three categories she has are "My home girls", "My home boys", and "myspace." Oh man, do I hate myspace. But I've dealt with that before.

Smarch is drawing to an end and I do remember promising to update daily and 4 days later breaking that promise. But that's alright I forgave myself.

Well, I'm fresh outta ideas
Caio 'Corpsters.

"New"Year

Alright I've neglected blogging for too long. Thing is I put in my new computer and all the fun that comes with school. I've now decided to get around and making Guenthercorp look... decent.

No more crappiness. It'll be high quality crappiness.

Animation! Updates! Easter Egg stuff worth finding!

Well that's it for now. Stay tuned to guenthercorp.com!

Caio 'Corpsters