Since I'm the only one left, this is what Sweater Weather is going to be, soon. Taking over Chapel Hill in the next few months...except, instead of a guitar, I have a ukulele, and instead of a harmonica, I have a banana, and instead of a beatbox with strings on it, I've got a beaver.
Oh yes.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
New low!
This is Casey, I have a secret blog under the name of Sobe Koala that I haven't unleashed upon the world yet. I wanted to make sure I would keep up with it; so far, I haven't kept up with it. Here's one of those posts where people have to read it!
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Tonight, I got bored enough to go to the movies by myself. The perfect movie for the occasion: Step Brothers, starring Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly. Reasons to go to a movie by yourself? You are introspective and like to spend time with the movie, noting its artistic choices and cinematic devices. It's a chance to escape into a new place, or one so familiar it feels like home. Step Brothers sucked hard.
I recently began to wear glasses to watch movies. In a movie with Adrian Brody or Jennifer Garner, you may look like a cool town-goer in your glasses alone at the theater. Who knows? There could be a lonely Ellen Paige-style character waiting to do some sarcastic flirting with another loner. At a Will Ferrell movie, the alone guy with glasses sucks. I did my best to act composed in a movie critic style. Step Brothers was released on July 25th, and without a notebook, there was no way I could pull off being a movie critic who went to see an obviously idiotic movie three weeks after it was released. Just in case, I sat through most of the credits, paying close attention to the names of each of the key grips and lighting assistants and the like.
I care about Will Ferrell, but the similes have to stop. If someone made a YouTube clip of all the run-on similes of Will Ferrell from his past three movies, it'd be funny for 7 seconds. Then it'd be those 7 seconds more and more like a lighting bolt touched the underhairs of a unicorn and Thor's crow hammer falling from the sky on the ships of the great Gregorian bla bla bla bla. Step Brothers proved that apprently, when you run out of funny things to say, you take out your nutsack.
Alas, my critique can not be deemed legitimate though I did go to the theater alone tonight in a critic-fashion. I paid the 10.50 to get in, thus Will and the ol' fratty pack pack did exactly what they were hoping to do. While they have $83,944,269 plus that 11 bucks from tonight, I've got a bad excuse for an evening.
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Tonight, I got bored enough to go to the movies by myself. The perfect movie for the occasion: Step Brothers, starring Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly. Reasons to go to a movie by yourself? You are introspective and like to spend time with the movie, noting its artistic choices and cinematic devices. It's a chance to escape into a new place, or one so familiar it feels like home. Step Brothers sucked hard.
I recently began to wear glasses to watch movies. In a movie with Adrian Brody or Jennifer Garner, you may look like a cool town-goer in your glasses alone at the theater. Who knows? There could be a lonely Ellen Paige-style character waiting to do some sarcastic flirting with another loner. At a Will Ferrell movie, the alone guy with glasses sucks. I did my best to act composed in a movie critic style. Step Brothers was released on July 25th, and without a notebook, there was no way I could pull off being a movie critic who went to see an obviously idiotic movie three weeks after it was released. Just in case, I sat through most of the credits, paying close attention to the names of each of the key grips and lighting assistants and the like.
I care about Will Ferrell, but the similes have to stop. If someone made a YouTube clip of all the run-on similes of Will Ferrell from his past three movies, it'd be funny for 7 seconds. Then it'd be those 7 seconds more and more like a lighting bolt touched the underhairs of a unicorn and Thor's crow hammer falling from the sky on the ships of the great Gregorian bla bla bla bla. Step Brothers proved that apprently, when you run out of funny things to say, you take out your nutsack.
Alas, my critique can not be deemed legitimate though I did go to the theater alone tonight in a critic-fashion. I paid the 10.50 to get in, thus Will and the ol' fratty pack pack did exactly what they were hoping to do. While they have $83,944,269 plus that 11 bucks from tonight, I've got a bad excuse for an evening.
M&M Count III
Object: 1 package M&Ms, "Tear 'n' Share" size
Date: 11 September 2008
Blue: 22
Brown: 16
Green: 19
Orange: 21
Red: 13
Yellow: 13
Total: 104
[Note: This result casts some doubt on my hypothesis that brown M&Ms are systematically underrepresented in bags of M&Ms, as previous tests had yielded fewer than 10 brown M&Ms per bag.]
Date: 11 September 2008
Blue: 22
Brown: 16
Green: 19
Orange: 21
Red: 13
Yellow: 13
Total: 104
[Note: This result casts some doubt on my hypothesis that brown M&Ms are systematically underrepresented in bags of M&Ms, as previous tests had yielded fewer than 10 brown M&Ms per bag.]
A Riddle
From one of my students:
"I'm prison with an innocent name,
4 short years of freedom, 12 long years of torment.
The ultimate failure if misunderstood
Pressured by social conformity, unwillingly weighed down.
If you ditch me, I will send trouble out to find you
Countless face, countless days, all to be forgotten regretfully.
I bring boredom to those that don't appreciate me
and cause you to have the wildest daydreams.
I torture you with work when you leave, and when you return,
Just when you think I let you go,
I give you a little piece of me to keep me in your mind,
Until we meet again. Who am I?"
Answer to be revealed upon the fulfillment of three guesses from those willing to comment...
"I'm prison with an innocent name,
4 short years of freedom, 12 long years of torment.
The ultimate failure if misunderstood
Pressured by social conformity, unwillingly weighed down.
If you ditch me, I will send trouble out to find you
Countless face, countless days, all to be forgotten regretfully.
I bring boredom to those that don't appreciate me
and cause you to have the wildest daydreams.
I torture you with work when you leave, and when you return,
Just when you think I let you go,
I give you a little piece of me to keep me in your mind,
Until we meet again. Who am I?"
Answer to be revealed upon the fulfillment of three guesses from those willing to comment...
Current mood: Saucy
Let's make Smith's famous spicy tomato sauce!
You need 2 ~15 oz cans diced tomatoes, 2 ~15oz cans tomato paste, 3 or 4 cloves of garlic finely chopped, salt, pepper, cayenne pepper, oregano, basil, onion powder, parsley.
Mix together paste and diced tomatoes over med-low heat. Stir in garlic and let simmer for a few minutes before adding all other ingredients to taste. Let simmer for at least 15 minutes, but up to an hour (with frequent stirring). When finished, place sauce firmly in trash and open sealed jar of Ragu spaghetti sauce. Serve on bed of noodles and lies. Saucy!
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