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what? Is this working yet?

Working now?

Holy cow! are these things only posting after the next one is put up?

Why not this worky the is?

does this still work?

This video takes a while to pay off, but stick through it to the end and you will have seen the worst Price is Right contestant do her stuff. Bob barker can't believe it. (That's his name, right?)
Straight from the headlines of Digg.

In other news...

In other news, I am excited. Yes, I am excited because my blog hosting site of choice (Blogger) is updating the whole shebang. This blog post explains the new changes better if you are interested.

What does this mean for you, the faithful reader of this fantastic internet publication of worldwide renown?

(The world. Thats right.)

Well, now I can make the blog look pretty for you, easier, and I can also finally do some tagging of mein posts, meaning that you can look through the entries by categories that I assign them in the sidebar, categories such as "Review", "Daily life", or my favorite tag, "How much I hate Stan Lee's 'Who wants to be a superhero?'".
Which I do hate. A lot. But you knew that. And you might be sick of hearing me say it. But I have truth written on my very bones, and I would rather say nothing at all than lie, and if I said nothing then I wouldn't be writing this, would I?

AHA! My logic is infallible.

Also, if you knows the RSS, then you might profit from being able to suscribe to a feed of all the comments made on my blog, meaning that you could sit there in your chair and have a doohicky pop up and tell you when I, or someone else, has responded to the comment you made on my blog. Or somesuch.

But mostly, the update just rocks for me, the blogger user. Now you can edit templates with click and drag elements, and instead of republishing your blog after every change, you don't. You just don't. Not necessary. Which is awesome. Fantastic. Yay!

Huzzah.

Well, that is QUITE ENOUGH for me today, me is going to sleep now. Night!

Whatchya think about my sprucer of the blog? Nice? Terrible?

I haven't tested it on any other browsers or screen sizes other than my own, so it would help me a bunch if I could hear what you think.

The last header that I had looked awful on my sister's computer, but okay on mine, so I would be interested to know how this new "theme" looks on your computer.

I like to repeat myself, so I will end by thanking you for your input.

Huzzah!

Happy church day folks!

My grandpa had the misfortune of being seated next to a most peculiar gentleman in his pew this morning. Luckily the whole thing was caught on tape, which I will now show you, much to your shock and outrage, I am sure.



I can relate to the singing thing. Many a time I have been caught without a hymnal and have had to wing it, much like that unfortunate man. And the candy thing, too. Those wrappers make too much darn noise.

Wow, I am pretty much as bad as Mr. Bean. T_T

I just got back from seeing the movie The Descent at the theater, and I've got to say it was pretty fantastically scary.

I liked it a lot, but then I am pretty immune to gore, which I can take or leave most of the time, and gore seemed to be the main selling point of the movie if the trailers and reviews can be believed, however, there is much more going for this movie than mere internal organs and thick pools of blood.



First of all, it is genuinely frightening; the scares never feel cheap or predictable, and you can really feel the walls closing in on you as you watch them get trapped in the cave with danger lurking in the darkness. And I enjoyed the all female cast, mostly because I am tired of the stereotypical horror movie chick who would rather scream shrilly and run away. The chicks in this movie are not some females you would want to mess with. Even Arnold looks kind of wimpy, compared. Awesome. There was only one Y chromosome representative in the entire film and he was only on there for like a minute.

The surprise ending

The Descent (aka Six Chicks versus Gollum) was so immersive that when I left the theater I felt that, like the girls in the movie, I had to get out of the darkness and back to familiarity, and fast.

So I jumped into the truck that my grandparents let me borrow, popped it into reverse, looked over my shoulder for a space in the stream of cars leaving the parking lot, saw one, turned my wheel, and stepped on the gas. And hit an adjacent car with my front fender.

All I felt was a little bump, so I just sat there staring at the front of the truck. The notion that I could just keep on backing up, burn some rubber, and get out of there stole across my mind. I didn't really hit that car, did I? But I had to check, so I put it in drive, pulled back into the parking space, and got out.

There were some people hanging out, leaning against the hood of their cars and I asked them if I had really just hit him. They said "Yeah," there was some scratching and some denting, and I walked to the other side of the truck and saw that it was true. Holy crap.

And I thought the movie was scary.

I asked the lounging bystanders what I was supposed to do, I had never been in this situation before, and they told me to leave a note with my name and number on the car. I asked them if they had a pen I could borrow. While the overweight yet stylishly garbed woman searched her boyfriend's car for a pen, I ruffled my pockets for something to write on, eventually finding a receipt and tearing it in two.

My hands shook pretty badly as I slapped the receipt onto the car's windshield and began to write "I am sorry I scratched your car". I was barely able to get the note under the wiper, my hands were shaking so bad.

I gave the pen back to the couple and thanked them for it, and the guy told me to "Have a good one", followed by a nervous chuckle. I chuckled nervously with him and agreed that I would.

The need to get out of there, away from it, was still pretty strong, and I got home as fast as I could, leaping out of the truck, rushing to the phone, and calling my grandma's cell about a thousand times. No answer.

What if the guy called before my grandparents came home? What would I say to him? Just: "Um, I am terribly sorry I hit your car, sir"? Would I have to pay for it? Would insurance cover that sort of thing? Do I have insurance? Doesn't this kind of thing cost a ton to repair? Would he demand payment in blood? My first born child, maybe?

All these things rushed around inside my head (and were seriously considered, for a moment at least), and I couldn't handle the thought of dealing with his call, so I took the phone off the hook and paced around the house waiting for my grandparents to come home and tell me what I was supposed to do.

So they just came home, and they said "Hi we're home!", and I said "I hit someone with the truck!", and they were remarkably calm about the whole thing. When you are in a panic, seeing people be placidly calm seems very wrong to you.

But apparently we do have insurance, and the guy will probably have to have the damage assessed before he will be able to call us, so the earliest he can call will be in two days, on Monday, and since grandpa is the one who is on the insurance, he might just handle the whole thing himself, and I won't have to talk to the guy whose car I ruined. Whew.

So I am in less of a panic now. Grandpa told me that he wasn't going to lose any sleep over the whole thing, and I told him that I probably would.


Well, that is the story of my first automotive mishap, it has been fun (not), and hopefully it will be my last.

Oh, and The Descent will probably be remembered as the scariest movie I have ever seen, once the memory of my "brush with death" begins to blur with my memory of the film. Which earns The Descent a rating of (where are my stars) four out of five!

(there are my stars.)

So you like to listen to music on Pandora. But maybe you don't want to open a browser window just to listen to the radio, maybe you want to keep your desktop free of cluttering windows, or maybe you just don't want to break your fingers typing it's address, or even harder, clicking on a bookmark.



Fear no more, Daniel Mackey has your answer. He has created a wrapper for the pandora player, so all you have to do is click on the link, download the App, install it, and then BOOM you have an icon on your desktop that opens up the Pandora radio player in it's own little box all by itself, which you can then minimize to the tray and out of the way. Awesome.

I am using it right now, and it is fantastic, especially for me who has a lot of extensions installed into firefox, which makes it take a while to load. Now I just click on the icon and my music pops up. Nice.

Greetings true believers!

I am now going to wash my mouth out with soap, because it has dared to utter Stan Lee's once respectable catch phrase, which, thanks to his horrendous new reality show, is now synonymous with awkward and humiliating psychological torture.

I just got finished watching the third episode of Stan Lee's "Who wants to be a Superhero?", and this time I couldn't even make it all the way through. I hate this show!

Why do I keep on watching it then, you ask?

Well, when you have a deep-set and ferocious hatred of something, an emotion like the one Stan Lee's murder of my respect for him (and by extension my favorite superheros) has caused me to feel, you begin to want to hold on to that hate; nothing could make you feel more vindicated in your hatred than seeing the object of your disdain continue doing the things that made you hate it in the first place. Therefore you actually end up loving to hate something.

I just blew your mind, didn't I.

Treat your mother right.

I talked to my Mom on the phone a couple of days ago, and she let slip that all my "I am too tired to write a real blog post today" entries were actually pretty cheap posts. And, of course, she was right. Which is why I didn't post for two days in a row; I was really a bit too fatigued to make a good post.

You must remember that Momma always knows best, and especially don't forget that Mr. T pities the fool that don't treat his Momma right!

Melanie here. John will no longer be posting on this blog, for I have bound and gagged him and thrown him in the broom closet under the stairs where he will be fed only what gets caught in the many mousetraps contained within.

It is with great pride that I now proclaim this site, the one, the only, the... (drum roll please)

GETINONTHEMELANIE.HUZZAH.REALLY.COOL.BLOGSPOT.TM.COM!

Oh and by the way, this is actually really for surely MELANIE WILKOS writing this. Uh-hum. So don't go saying no cracks about me, yo. I's gonna cap y'all for that, fo' sho'.

Word.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! I am definitely the best poster on the entire PLANET!!!!! And , just so that you know: this is not me....uh, I mean, my most wonderful sister Melanie writing it for me!

...Rats, I know when my cover is blown.^_^

Well, you've guessed right: this is Melanie posting on my brother's blog. John just couldn't do it tonight since he didn't remember until really late, and, well, he has a job and I don't. And since he was loath to break his record of posting "every day", he actually asked me to do it. I kinda figured, that if he was so desperate that he was willing to commit blogacide, hey, I'd oblige him.

So now it's up to you, my great blog readers, to suffer through my inferior writing and vainly attempt to stay awake through this entire post(do not worry, the great John soon bestow upon you his great and wondrously wonderful writing again.^_^).

Sooo....yeah....blog post and all that. I guess since John isn't here I pretty much have free reign, so let's talk about....hhmm....SUMMIT. Yes, the great camp that I just recently returned from, and that's ABSOLUTELY AWESOME!!!!! I highly recommend it to everybody. You learn about all sorts of things there, world views, controversial issues, about the bible, evolution...Everything! Do you know that we even got to talk to some guys who think that they've found the remains of Noah's ark as petrified wood?!? It was really cool! They even brought us some samples! There's also some really cool activities like paintball, white water rafting, hiking, and horseback riding that you can do.
I have to warn you, though, that there are some "weird" side effects. John took me to a movie the day I got back, and I declared that the movie was a socialist plot to brainwash little kids to rally to their cause (Did I mention the camp is just a tad bit "rightist"?). John, being the wonderful, understanding brother that he was, laughed right in my face during the end of the movie (What?!? It WAS^_^). He got some puzzled looks from the other spectators; It was actually pretty funny. =^_^=

Seriously though, it WAS a really cool camp, and I really learned a lot about a lot of things; I also made some great friends while I was there. So, if you ever don't have anything to do during the summer and have a few hundred dollars going around, spend it on this camp!

Well, I guess that's all I have to say (I have to sleep too, even if I DON'T have a job), so, thank you for bearing with my ramblings :)

I bid you Adieu,
Melanie

Apparently this isn't terribly new, but it's the first I have heard of it:



How can you not love that crazy accent? Awesome. A little bit of background on the artist here.

Totally different title.

Speaking of aged viral videos (I do my best to spread the infection), remember that time I told you about that crazy catchy tune set to a girl spinning a leek?

Of course you do! Well, I just discovered the name of the artists who made the hypnotising song, and they are called Loituma. I had thought it was a Japanese song, what with the anime background and all, but they are actually speaking Finnish. Go figure.

Or should I say: Go Finnish! Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk... that wasn't funny.

Here is the full song, in a video showing the actual artists:



So. Catchy. Must watch again for the. fifth. time.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Help me! I am enslaved!

Oh, and while we're at it, why not add the TECHNO REMIX OF THE SONG? Be patient, it doesn't get interesting until about 50 seconds in.

Almost forgot.

OKGO is awesome. And these dude's creative uses of eight treadmills only makes the music better.



I am not kidding, that is a lethal dose of incredible.

Parting shot

I believe my job is done here; at least one of those songs should be stuck in your head for the rest of the day now. *Laughs maniacally*

Holy cow! Mary Beth is amazing! The day before yesterday, or the day before that, whatever, it was the Magic Eye post, I was the first to comment on my own post and because my head is made of random I ended my comment thusly:

NEW RULE!
The first person who comments on a post gets to tell the slower people what to do!

NOW DANCE LIKE CHICKENS!

DANCE DANCE!

And then in response to Mary Beth saying "you first" I cleverly said:

Hmm, I'll call your bluff Mary Beth. So if I put up pictures of me shaking my tail feathers, then you'll follow suit? Okay, you're on.

I must have my chicken dance! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

To which she replied:

you're on John.

And then I concluded with a concise summary of what I aimed to gain from our pact:

AND I SHALL HAVE MY CHICKEN DANCE! I SWEAR IT!

And Then She Went And Did It!

Check out the full post about it on her blog. It is pretty incredible, complete with side-by-side comparisons of actual chicken dance moves and Mary Beth's imitation of them. Spectacular! Good job Mary Beth!

My plan had actually been to wait, and wait, until the whole thing was just a distant memory; and I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for those meddling chickens and the crack detective skills of Mary Beth!

(Rooby, rooby roo!)

So, here is the best I can do for a dancing chicken on such short notice and without a camera:



Not only is there dancing here, but also pretty much any other verb you can think of. I know, I know, it's not actually me in that chicken suit, but let's use our imaginations here! Just type "Dance" into the box and click Submit, and the chicken will break it down in my proxy.

Besides, let's be honest, nothing I could have done would have been as good as Mary Beth's effort. Which was amazing; did I mention?

I believe that my recent lack of posts is a symptom of the greater malaise that has befallen me: depression! NoooOOooOOoo! I once thought that I could easily identify when I was getting overly blou, and then apply fast acting happy thoughts to nip the problem in the bud, but my first semester of college proved that I could actually do neither.

However, being semi-non-retarded, I can learn from past experiences and identify similar patterns, ergo withdrawing from human contact (like not posting on my blog, or not doing email, or avoiding eating at places where I would meet people I know) means that I am getting depressed again. Darn it.

The treatment? Um, I am guessing that I should just not avoid people anymore. Hopefully that works. But I am wary that I am just treating the symptom and not the disease.

Another thing that I learned about depression last year is that if you let it go on long enough, you will become ashamed to even admit that it exists, which makes it harder to get over; talking about it here should do me a pile of good. In fact, I already feel better as I write this. Huzzah!

Nothing is working. I hate the internet and especially my blog. I spent all this time on it and it's still not the way I want it to be. I'll get it in the end. IT SHALL PAY!

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That was supposed to be tweety bird in ASCII art.

I taut I saw a blog post! I did, I did!

Oh wait, it t'aint so; it was jus' random ASCII art.

That was close. Our cable went out right in the middle of the Daily Show. Thought I would have to break out my samurai sword again. Life wasn't worth living anymore. And right before I plunged the butter knife into my tender tummy, the television sprung back to life and I was even able to catch the end of the joke that he was interrupted in the middle of. Whew. It's at times like these that you realise how precious life truly is, when cable television cutting off for 5 seconds could lead to instant and painful death.

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I spy with my magic eye... something that starts with AWESOME

Yes, that is indeed a magic eye 3D thingamabob, more specifically known as a Stereogram. If you have the hang of these things, you can see my name and a fantastically well drawn smiley face lurking amidst the chaos.
Can't ever seem to see the hidden picture in these things? This might help.

I made this myself with the help of this site. All you have to do is draw a gray scale image with the tools provided, blacker means farther, whiter means nearer, and then click on "done" and a little while later it will have generated your 3D picture, which you can then embed in your site (too big for this blog) with the provided code, or you can link to it with the provided link.

Myself, I decided to go the classy way, and made a screen capture, converted to JPEG, and uploaded to blogger.
Smooth operator, smooth operator.