Jada Pinkett says Tom and "Kate"'s baby is really fuckin' awesome

Which leads me to believe that maybe it was Tom Cruise's kid in the briefcase in Pulp Fiction.

The Basement

Just some pictures of the basement.

My Very Own Communism Post

Currently Listening To: No, Not Now by Hot Hot Heat(The song I quoted several posts back)
Every year at Kanuga, they have a little Carnival. It gets lamer and lamer every year, not necesarily because the carnival itself is different, but moreso because a cookie walk when you're 15 is not nearly as fun as when you're six, no matter how fat you is. Another activity I had labeled as lame but turned out to be a great source of entertainment is the face paint booth, hosted by Abby, who is supafly. The discussion of what would likely not be painted on your face if you asked came up. Someone suggested the Star of David, I suggested the Hammer and Sickle. We went and tried both. The Star of David was rejected, but the Hamma en Sickeh was go. Yes, I had the symbol for Communism "tattooed" in bright red on my face in the middle of North Carolina. That was the night we went to the movies. I went with the thing still on my face. Feel free to kiss my feet if you ever get the chance, I'm a bad ass.

I took a few pictures, but they were lost because SOMEBODY filled up the camera's memory card with motherfucking MYSPACE PICTURES. OUT OF FOCUS PICTURES AND APATHETIC POSES AREN'T COOL. THEY HAVE NO ARTISTIC MERIT WHATSOEVER. TAKE A NORMAL PICTURE YOU DUMBASS. I think there is a picture on one of the disposables with the painting, but still. Many thanks to Abby for taking a class about Russia so she actually knew what I was talking about and how to do it!

Did you know tag is banned at public schools? This makes me hate Commies even more. Sure, banning tag isn't one of the tennents of Communism, especially considering it's a political ideal and not a parenting technique, but I idolize McCarthy, so Communists are my scapegoat of choice.

My face paint caused a tad bit of controversy. I was saying the second paragraph when someone brought up the first. I didn't get it because I am a Communist, I did it for shock value! SHOCK FACTOR! Damn people. It doesn't take too much sense to realize that I am quite the little capitalist. I buy stuff all the time! NOT A COMMIE. I have no issue with peaceful communists, but I am not one.

The Readers Digest Version of the Readers Digest Version of Last Week

Currently Listening to: Feltham Is Singing Out by HardFI

• Saturday: Arrive at Kanuga. Don't even bother asking what that is. It's weird to explain. It has, however, been simplified by some, who say it's kind of like the place in Dirty Dancing. I have never seen that movie, so I don't know what to make of that comment. All I know is I haven't seen Swayze there.
• Sunday. My year-and-a-half boycott of Walmart comes to an end. Basically what happens every year is my grandmother forgets something and so she heads over to Wal-Mart, children in tow, and agrees to buy us something for under twenty dollars. Course, that was the deal when I was little. Now it's as much as you want up to twenty dollars, which I'm sure some little greedies had a hand in. Anyways, my twenty dollars went toawrd the Rock Kills Kid CD, which is a great CD. Later that day, I went to the Hendersonville mall. It is more dismal than the Rome mall. Yes. One of the anchor stores is a K-Mart. Anyways, there, I was ripped off by FYE. Those fuckers.
• Monday. I got hit by a car. I was walking down the double yellow so cars couldn't swerve to miss me and had to wait for me to go by them. Anyways, this lady who works for Kanuga doesn't stop, so I stick my arm out, which is then hit by her sideview mirror. She was pissed. This later turned into a several day fiasco.
• Tuesday. Don't remember at all.
• Wednesday. Guhhhh. Hmm. Well, the second confrontation with the bitch who hit me with her car. This time, she blamed my brother for... Well, I don't know. She thought it was him who came into contact with the car. I'm not sure what the crime was. But she was pissed. Later a caravan of teenage drivers was organized to go see a movie. I bet that little hick theater was confused as fuck. "Well, Monday we sold fifty tickets, forty on Tuesday and HOLYCRAP NINETY ON WEDNESDAY." HAH.
• Thursday. . When has anything happened on a Thursday? I think something happened on Thursday. Oh yes... The car saga continued. A kid who looks like he'll probably end up in the pen was blamed for the car thing. Again, unsure of the actual crime. I don't think even dictatorships make being a victim a crime.
• Thursday night/Friday morning. While listening to my boombox/sleeping, the boombox cried out to me. See, I had planned on buying a fancier home... Audio thing, with a five disc changer, a radio with a digital/non-dial tuner and a plug-in for mp3 players. So anyways, in this freaky dream, the boombox cried out to me and reminded me of how faithful it had been, and that it is completely functional. He was crying. How could I say no?
• Friday: We(Meaning the group present at the car incident and the movie thing) went to HOOKER Falls. Following that was a tragically short trip to the Jewish camp. Tragic.
• Friday night. Loud, violent storm which woke me up. In the process... the boombox fell to the ground from a table.

Why the hell does Haley Joel Osment drive a station wagon?

Dear loyal worshippers... I have returned with some bad, very bad, worse than bad news. Last week... I heard a country song... That I actually liked. I am so ashamed. I am also contemplating downloading the song. I mean, sure, if I change my mind about the song, just delete it and never listen to it again, but it would still be burned into my conscience... FOREVER. AND EVER. Oh my God... what have I done?

911: Government-Funded Dating Service

Currently Watching: Land of the Dead
It bothers me that in a world where Lebanon and Israel are bombing the fuck out of each other, North Korea is threatening to do the same and the biggest civil rights debate since the sixties is taking place, a woman is being sent to court for calling 911 without a good reason. A few things to point out here:

1. 911 is for emergencies. She's lonely, which could potentially be an emergency if she was like depressed or something.
2. Kids crank call 911 all the time, and I haven't seen ANY sort of action taken on a single nose-picker.
3. They say she was tying up the phone lines, but let's face the facts: There are no emergencies in Aloha, Oregon. Except for, say, tonight's regularly scheduled programming not being aired. Relax, bitches. You're the police force of bumblefuck, quit taking youself so seriously.

Riley Denbow is my hero. A year later and he and Pillsbury are still the biggest badasses not including Samuel L. Jackson.

New Summer Tradition

Currently Listening To: Who's Gonna Save Us by the Living End
Not unlike last summer, and in some ways very much like last summer, I have wasted many hours playing GOLDENEYE64 with all sorts of cheat modes. My favorite is the one where I have two RCP90, unlimited bullets and Russian soldiers who couldn't hit the broadside of a barn. The RCP90 can shoot 80 bullets before you have to reload, which lasts maybe fifteen seconds. It can also fire through some doors. Oh, what a gun. If only it were real.

Unlike last summer, and in some ways not at all like last summer, I haven't whipped out a bitchin' on here lately. I complained a lot last year. My personal favorite is the one about wimpy hurricane names. It's a shame that angered the gods and was responsible for killing more than a thousand and displacing millions. Ooops. Also the conspiracy theories, like the one where I said Pepsi is for Nazis, or hwere I said that Scions were made by a covert organization hoping to wipe out the Jews.

If I had an RCP90, I would shoot every phone in our house. Six people in a house means a lot of people for people to want to call. Namely [Hold on, the phone is ringing] my sisters' friends. For fuck's sake, they have cell phones, call them on THEIR phones, you fucking dumbass bitches! Whew. Now that THAT is out of my syst... Wait, FAT WHORES. Now it is out of my system. Anyways, sister friends calling, people of all shapes and sizes who feel the need to "Just check in" and "courtesy calls", which is the new name for telemarketing calls, combined with two children who are seemingly unable to answer the phone and a phone next to the couch have driven me to the brink of being whatever there is past insanity. I'd say I'm insane because of the numerous times when I have had a dream where I got up and went through my morning routine, and then really woke up and had thought that I had already done that, which is, by definition, insanity. I hate land line phones, and will certainly not own one when I am a homeowner. But I will own a letteropener. Hours of fun and many uses. Obviously they open letters, but the also open packages, and act as small daggers perfect for knife fighting on the old bridge. I'm sure they'd also do well at carving out the chip the secret government organization implanted into the back of your shoulder to control your mind.


Adios, turd nuggets.

It Is Official: Cheney Is Putin's Bitch

He just got Russian served.

Funny Story

So last night, Bob and I were bored, so we went out the basement door and snuck around the outside of the house to the window of where our sisters were, on their computer, as usual. So I crawled through the bushes over to the window and banged on it. They screamed so loud. Pretty much I wouldn't have done it if not for the fact that every time I open a door and my sister is there she gasps really loud and says "Oh Lawdy, Ryne you scurred me!" I'm just like, "HEY, other people live in this house. Other people also aren't relegated to their qaurters whilst you roam free about the property, okay?" GAH. She scares really easily.

DON'T GO SEE PIRATES OF THE CARI... CARRI...

The Johnny Depp one. Wait until it's on video, and watch it right before you go see the third one. The ending is pretty much the same ending as Matrix Reloaded. The movie was great up until the ending, and then I wanted to cut my wrists becuase it was os frustrating.

DAMN, BITCHES.

Some of us wouldn't be lyin'

If we said we were trying

Too hard, but it all works out in the end

One-Third of My Family Went Missing Today

Currently Listening To: Get Me Outta Here by JET
This morning folks was looking for me. I heard my name shouted several times while I was still in bed but not sleeping. I didn't feel like human contact so I pretended to be asleep. My sister comes downstairs and walks around a bit, shouting my name but doesn't come in to the room where MY BED is, despite the fact that the door, which was open, is right next to the landing of the stairs. She goes back upstairs and tells everyone I must have left. Evidently she isn't aware that I'm somewhat of a do-nothing. My brother was then called and told to bring me home with him. DURRRRRRR.

So then later on, my mom comes down into the Temple. Bob and I were watching a movie, and she sat down on the couch and watched with us. Later on, she suggested we go out and get Cokes. I said that we should go out the back door so as to not pick up any stragglers on the way to the car. Stragglers meaning the younger third of our family. So as we are turning into the cul-de-sac on our way home, like five minutes later, Bob gets a phone call. My youngest sister is bawling. She thought my mom had like disappeared or something. Just vanished. DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
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The Fast and the Furious Three: The Best Third Fast and the Furious I Saw Tonight

Currently Listening To: For Tomorrow by Blur(Well.... I'm not really listening to it. But it's a schwey song. She's a twentieth century girl, holding on for to-mo-rrow)
In all seriousness, I liked it, despite not know what the fuck drifting is nor having seen the first two. I liked all the car crashes because, well, I'm a twentieth century boy (Duh-duh-duh), holding on for to-mo-rrow.

Fondue. HA. Fond-you!

I keep saying Final Destination 3 whenever I wanna say Fast and Furious 3. I guess they're pretty much the same, you know? So much in common. They both came out this year, they both are number three, and people die in both of them. Oh, and the Fs. F f f f f f, I love F.

Psst, Blur, I love you! Even though you didn't accept me as your friend on myspace.

Fondue?

Currently Watching: Bride of Chucking, one of the weirdest movies... ever?
Last night we went out for fondue. Crazy. Craziness. You know. I had thought that a fondue meal was basically a huge appetizer, which now that I think about it didn't make much sense. Who the fuck eats a bowl of liquid cheese for dinner? Any ways, turns out that the cheese bowl WAS the appetizer. The meal consists of putting raw yet somehow prepared meat on a stick and cooking it campfire/smore-style in a pot of some sort of sauce for a few minutes. Despite being really snooty sounding, it was pretty cool. You could also do a dessert with chocolate, but that probably would have caused a chain reaction of pukings previously unknown to man, seeing as there were six of us.

Then we went out for put-put, which was... Put-put. But I hadn't done it in a while so it was cool. Unfortunately the put-put place near our house has no windmills.

Movies I Plan On Going To See This Year Redux

Currently Watching: The Colbert Report(Pronounced 'repore')

1. Supaman Returns, just because I know it will either be God's gift to man or a boiling jar of horse piss. Sorry Bryan Singer.
2. Strangers with Candy, just so I can see it with Dane to prove him WRONG
3. Pirates of the Caribbean. Two. Nothing much to say here, the first was good, high hopes, yada yada, I shut up now.
4. You, Me and Dupree. Because I was so let down by Wedding Crashers(Unlike everyone else who saw it), maybe Owen can redeem himself in my eyes, because I know it means a lot to him.
5. My Super Ex-Girlfriend, because the idea of superheroes being a staple plot point in American cinema turns me on.
6. Los Clerks Dos. View Askew likely is God's gift to mankind. New release date, eh? JULY. TWENTIETH.
7. Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby. At first I thought it would absolute garbage, but upon further inspection, maybe the new Anchorman?
8. Accepted. Justin Long starts his own college because he can't get into a real one, which I have thought of doing before.
9. Snake on Prane. Sammy J is my homeboy. Those muthafuckin' snakes is on the plane dis muthafuckin' August.
10. Idiocracy. It's another Luke Wilson movie, where he wakes up in a society of morons. (Insert lame, snobby/pesimistic joke right about he-ah) .
11. Crank. But only because my other hero is in it.
12. Jackass 2. But only because I've been wearing the jacket for it for a while.
13. Employee of the Month. Because I like Dane Cook and Dax Sheppard.
14. Sunshine. It just sounds really interesting.
15. Stranger than Fiction
16. Casino Royale, of course
17. SKINWALKERS. Me gustan mucho los werewolves
18. Van Wilder 2, Rise of the Taj
19. BLACK CHRISTMAS. Because I actually liked the When a Stranger Calls remake.

There ya go.

Change of Plans

Escuchando Ahora a: Suzie por Boy Kill Boy
So basically, we were possibly going to move, but now we aren't. This news leaked about... a week ago, but I didn't post it because this little bit of my life(As in, el blogo) doesn't really mean much any more. It's weird, the reason I don't care is that people don't really read it any more, but when I first started it, that didn't matter. In fact, I didn't really have any sort of readership for a while, and I still did it, thus proving that when I was 13 I didn't really care what people thought whereas now I'm 15 and extremely self-concious. The worst part is that I'm aware opf that but I'm so... I don't know. All I know is that I lack any sort of confidence in myself so even though I know it's dumb to get so caught up in what people see me as, I still care a lot. I lie a lot. I tell people the reason I don't do anything about being fat is because I don't care what people think about me, but that's a huge crock of shit. I think a lot about my physical appearance, but I'm so weak-willed that I can't manage to actually keep any sort of commitment to a diet or exercise plan. So basically I suck. Anyways, backto not moving to China. Well, that makes it simple because I just said it all. We were possibly moving to China, now we're definitely not possibly moving.

My mom found my iPod. I appreciated that much. I am much obliged to her for that.

I finally managed to hang out with Danish yesterday. That was cool. We saw the Sandler movie. That's definitely got to be the saddest movie Adam Sandler will ever be responsible for making. The jokes were hysterical, even the ones I had seen in the trailer. After the movie at the glorious 278 in Hiram, we got Chinese food, which I seem to have more and more affection for all the time. Not Chinese Chinese food though, the deep-fried American Chinese food, with fortune cookies. So we ate that and hung out until God-knows-when in the morning.

So that's pretty much it.

Nothing To Say?

Currently Listening To:
I lied. Something huge to say, but something I can't say. I'd love to say it, but I really think it's too early. Put simply, it would be a huge change. An enormous change. Bigger than the one THIS week, whence Bob and I were given the basement. We've pretty much moved in already. I plugged in my beloved DELL down in the basement today, so it's officially my residence. And the computer is under the fan, and the fan actually makes it cold! Like, I'm wearing pants right now, which is beautiful. But if this huge change were to come about, my computer would not be under the fan. Because the dorm rooms at school don't have fans. Ooops, did I say that? It doesn't matter, for two reasons. A) Because no one reads this, and Green) Because that's just a product of this change, not the change itself.

I went outside today. I also socialized today. So like I said in what, my second post ev4r, I am on the neighborhood swim team. Which is sad. Not only because I am on the swim team, but also because I pretty much always get last. But some of the people on the team my age are cool. One of the girls and her friend, both of which I know from church, went out to Waffle Hausen. And we had a good time, with many hearty laughs exchanged. Donnie, our waiter, was quite the interesting fellow.

Isn't it sad that me going outside is notable? I suck.





Don't tell anyone, but I have a myspace. Aaaah!

NEW POST

Nothing to say.

I CAUGHT ON FIRE TODAY

My moooostache
Originally uploaded by CliveDangerously.

Really, really bad sunburn. My dad and I went to a Tech baseball game, and baseball games usually entail many hours out in the sun, which, for a plae person such as myself, means turning beet red. It hurts, uh, a fair fuckin' bit.

The 2006 Clive Dangerously Film Festival

WARNING: THIS POST IS IN VIOLATION OF MADDOX'S BLOG ARTICLE. DO NOT PROCEDE IF YOU, LIKE MYSELF, ARE A MADDOX DRONE

So... Hanging out this week pretty much entirely by myself. And TV is pretty lame during the day, so I have been watching a lot of movies. We've got EMPIRE OF THE SUN. It's a lesser-known Spielberg movie, and I felt quite intellectual and better than everyone else while watching it. Then... Firewall. I pretty much had this one figured out from the beginning. You could see pretty much every twist in advance, but it wasn't bad. I like Harrison Ford's angry voice. He's so funny when he's growling. I can just imagine him shouting "GET OFF MY PLANE!" at any point in time. The next night my dad and I went to the theatre (Notice how I spelled it in a fancy way?) and saw THANK YOU FOR SMOKING, which I expected to be like a fictional-spin on a Michael Moore book. But it was incredibly apolitical, as in, not politically charged. Just really fucking funny. It also had Cameron Bright, who up until then, was my archnemesis. I just plain used to not like him. I felt that he ruined many a movie for me. But he was awesome in "Thank You...", simply perfect for the role. Rob Lowe's character reminded me of Kevin Nealon in Granma's Boy, and that movie was fucking hysterical, so Rob Lowe was hysterical. After the movie, I had one of the rip-off ChickFilA sammiches from Mickey D's. It was okay, but the pickles were like, disgusting. and everywhere. It was me vs. the pickels, and I almost lost.

Actually, now that I think about it, I might have seen Firewall AFTER "Thank You...". Another thing about summer, aside from being alone, I cannot place things in a timeline. The other day, my dad asked me what I had to eat that day, as my diet has become a common topic as of late, and I told him. A bowl of Kix. Trouble is, I suddenly remember that I hadn't eaten Kix sense... Well, months before that. I remembered sometihng that never happened. I also cannot tell you what day it is. Anyways, back to movies. I watched Fat Albert, Batman, Batman Begins, Waiting and Eurotrip. Fat Albert was instantly forgettable, aside from being awful, and the rest of the movies I had already seen. That's why I watched them. So this film festival was pretty lame. I rented "The Squid and the Whale", but I read the back of the case when I got home from Blockbuster (WHICH I walked to, by the way) and apparently there is NO epic battle between a large squid and a land-whale. DAMN.

Jesus and Tayshawn

Jesus and Tayshawn
Originally uploaded by CliveDangerously.

A new buddy cop movie currently in production, with Jesus as the laid back, hip, inner-city cop and Tayshawn as the straight-laced, up tight, almost retired cop. Did you see the role reversal there? Normally the white guy is the uptight one. But that's pretty much the pitch. Like a buddy cop movie, but a little different. It will probably still have some really lame twist where one of the good guys turns out to be a bad guy, but only because I am completely not creative at all.

A Shot of Me Laying Down

A Shot of Me Laying Down
Originally uploaded by CliveDangerously.

I know it's incredibly pathetic to have a solo photo shoot, but I'm home alone nad I have no interest in talking to anyone who lives in my neighborhood because the majority of them suck. Anyways, note the lack of mirrors used in taking this picture. The majority of teenage drones would have taken a picture of a mirror. Instead, I got on the ground, held the camera up and SHABAM, there we go. NOT a cam whore.

Eh

hindenburger
Originally uploaded by CliveDangerously.

Credit goes to Dan-o.

New York gets a hive five

Currently Listening To:Gotta Reason by Hard-FI
I am back from New York. Actually, I got back Friday, but neglected to post until now because apparently there is a cure for the nerd gene. It's only temporary, though. To get to t3h cityzorz, we took... THE TRAIN. That's right, Amtrak, bitcholas. Holy shit, can you say "Amtrak was pretty weak. I can see why not a lot of people use it anymore"? First of all, the employees were kind of dicks. We was getting a lot of attitude, especially because our group was kind of loud. And we're teenagers. I've learned that not many people like teenagers. Just other teenagers and creepy bus drivers. The train stopped a lot, too. In the time it took to rail up to NYC, we could flown there... and back... 4 or 5 times. But the train was spacious, and you didn't really have to be seated during the trip. And tunnels are awesome in trains. So anyways, twenty-one hours after leaving the station, we get there. After an hour of waiting for bags and shit, all 19 of us pile in to some cabs with English speaking folks to our quaint and qurappy hostel. The rooms were tiny, cramped, hot, and a tad nasty. and twelve people sharing 1 toilet and 1 shower is probably not a good idea. The hostel was populated by Europeans, both the hot and the creepy/old, and the hostel was, as far as I could tell, in the middle of the gay village. It made some of the littles dirks in the group quite uncomfortable, despite the fact that I don't think any of us were ever approached by a gay person. Oh, and another thing, I'd say that it's incredibly unwise to be saying "faggot" in the middle of a gay neighborhood, similar to saying the dreaded n-word in like Harlem or something. Just because all of the gay guys on TV are feminine doesn't mean one you meet in real life can't beat the shit out of you. Anyways, back to other things, I did actually like New York. First off, I love public transportation. We got these little subway cards so we didn't have to fuck with tokens and it was just like, "SWIPE" and bam, you get to go ride around town with homeless people in a metal tube that smells like piss. And the buses were cool too. Hey, I live in the south, I'll take whatever I can get. I also like how new stuff was put into old buildings. The movie theater where we saw X3(Which was phenominal, by the way) was built in like an old apartment building or something. The theater looked like the stand-alone ones we have here on the inside but it looked exactly like the other buildings near it on the outside. I laso like how the Apple store was entirely underground, except for the big glass square with the elevator above it. Badaaaaaaaaass. Times Square was cool because it still looked like the afternoon at midnight. Spamalot was hysterical, as was expected, and the bear spotting was exciting. Well, there wasn;t really a bear. What happened was, in the hostel, I was yelling at pedestrians saying that I was God, and asking them how they were enjoying my day. Some dude poured water down on to me, so I stopped that, instead opting to warn New Yorkers about the impending danger of bears looking for honey. We had several drills. Mosto f the people on the trip were decent. The two girls I hated on the trip last year were evne bitchier, but I managed to avoid most of it because we didn't spend as much time packed in small spaces as on the Maine trip. I had a bi-polar kind of relationship with the guys in my room. One minute we would gang up on one kind, then another, and then another, so everyone got a fairshare of beat down. Except for me. Because people bow before me. Most of the ganing up on befell the kid who was pretty much glued to his phone, going back and forth talking to Keytrayvis and his girlfriend. Talking until 1:30 in the morning? Not cool. Oh, and I didn't run out of money this time. I did, however, seeming develop an eating disorder, because aparently only bringing a little bit of cash out to eat qualifies as one. The hot dogs were good, as was the Chinese place we ate, but the pizza was mediocre at best. My favorite part, without a doubt, was the Virgin record store. Why?

1. The didn't ID
2. They sold condoms at the register. Not gonna be a virgin for long
3. I've been telling that joke all week
4. They were having a sale. On music!
5. It was several stories large
6. No rednecks or soccer moms in my way
7. Sorry for the X-Men spoiler at the beginning

Love, Ryan

Currently Listening To: Some Mad Techno Beats
This shit is the mad notes.

I am going to New York on a churchin' trip. Like the one to Maine last year, but this time we's going to the big city, and we're going by train and we're staying in a youth hostel. I have all the important crap packed. Movies, music, and underwear. I suppose I should be looking for some ID but... I'm not. So I'll be back next Saturday. That is, if I don't get mugged and raped.

My phone is broken. So don't call me, I won't know you did. And don't text me, because I can't read it. It seems like people only call my phone when I can't answer. I've gotten several texts since it broke as well. I'm getting a new one next month, so I'm fighting the urge to have an all-out emo cry fest over the thing. But I will always wonder what those text messages said. I can NEVER read them. It is quite a mystery.