Today was alumni day at LaSalle, and I have to say that that school is making me more depressed each time I find out how much their preppifying it. I mean, it was kinda preppie when we left, but the bootleg side of the school kept it in check. When we left, you still had to duct-tape mic cords to the walls to make sure they reached the mixer, considering before we had to put a mic up to a fuckin boombox for music. Stage crew was actually fun, and there was actually some level of work involved. I remember when I spent half the day downstairs with Mr. Van, when to Mrs. Crushshons knowledge I was helping some kindergarten parents setup for some assembly. You could actually get away with shit like that. Now their redoing the ENTIRE sound system, and revamped the gym. And plus, their redoing the playground! They changed it once, why change it again? If they do anything other then redo the blacktop, then hells gonna break loose. And an ELEVATOR?! No wonder obesity is an epidemic in the U.S.! And the next freshman class knows more people from private schools then they do from their own! WHAT IS OUR WORLD COMING TO?! When will people actual realize that change is good, but once you start making meaningless and un-needed changes, shit starts to break down. Oh fuck, arthritis. Did you know all dogs are part of the same species? No matter what breed they are, there still the same species. And did you know that by definition, Mules are not living things?! Who makes these rules anyway...

THIS BRINGS US TO OUR SEGMENT:
IF NIKESH COULD REWRIGHT ALL THE STUPID RULES AND LAWS THAT RUN OUR SOCIETY, WHAT WOULD HE REPLACE THEM WITH?

Stay tuned cause this shits gonna get good.

So I'm walking home from school today and guess who I see: Steve Ivcich. Except it wasn't Steve Ivcich. It was Steve Ivcich, just 15 years younger. And he wasn't named Steve Ivcich. This is yet again another example of me seeing someone who I know except just at a different age. For example, last summer I did my community service hours at Ronald McDonald House, which is this place by Children's Memorial Hospital that gives free room and board to people who don't live in the area but don't know when they can return home because their kid has a disease, is badly injured, etc. So the grounds kept at the Ronald McDonald house is named some name I can't remember, but I know his name wasn't Zandy. Except the weird thing is that this guy looked EXACTLY like Zandy, except 30 years older. Same voice, same face, same sense of humor, the whole 9 yards (speaking of 9 yards, I remember this conversation I had a while back about the origin of that phrase and is has something to do with escaping from prisons.) So It's the present day, and yet their are two identical version of the same person(s), except they are of different ages. And have different names. Another example: So I have to go to get a hair cut cause my dad turns into a Fundamentalist when my hair gets to long so I had no choice but to cut it. So I'm off to the Hair Cuttery, the one on Wells and Eugenie to be exact, and I go inside and put my name down and take a seat. So I wait around 15 or so minutes and then this lady tells me to come back. Now this ain't any ordinary lady, this is the one and only Chuck. Yes, the Chuck from Narsty, the Chuck that's George's friend, the one we all only kinda know and yet still love. Except once again, it isn't really Chuck. It's Chuck all right, but 10 years older. And she ain't named Chuck. But other then those two recurring factors, they are one in the same. They listen to the same frickin' music, and not only that, she even told me about how she went to the last Bad Brains concert, and how it sucked cause they played only their most famous shit and then a bunch of their Reggae/Rock/Jazz fusion stuff (Not that that has anything to do with Chuck herself, but it just shows that she has common sense.)
If you haven't caught on yet, then let me put the bib on for ya (Red Lobster is overrated.) (like sushi.) All of these examples and stories that I have just given you have one "thing" in common. This one "thing" holds all the pieces of this mysterious puzzle together, and gives it its meaning. This one "thing" has somehow been able to take all of these stories and make them possible; this one "thing" is the glue that holds the pizza pie to the plumber's ass.
Until the moment this afternoon when I was walking home from school and I saw Steve Ivcich but I really hadn't, I had always wondered what the one special thing about this "thing" really was. I had always known this "thing" to be this "thing", and yet I always knew that this "thing" had some other purpose, agenda, special thing about this "thing" that always seemed to make weird things happen involving this "thing" that no one could explain. And then, after I passed the Steve Ivcich that wasn't Steve Ivcich, I realized what was the thing about this "thing."
This "thing" had the ability to warp our own ideas about people, and reshape them to give us a new understanding of these people. These people are the ones I spoke of. They were once but people I knew, but I didn't really know em'. Now I don't exactly feel like I know know em', but I don't feel like a stranger. And yet I have also realized that this "thing" truly isn't someone different then ourselves. This "thing" in fact holds no superpowers at all, No exotic/erotic voodoo magic, No complex personality that people can't understand, in fact, the only extraordinarily Amazing Thing about This "Thing" Is IT's BLINDing, CHAOS Causing, TUSUNAMI Trembling, ABSOLUTELY RAVISHING SEXINESS!

This "Thing" is none other then George Ivcich.
p.s. By Sexiness I mean [crowd whisper's in Nikesh's ear]... Sexiness

I am now making a call to you all: (call meaning plead) Please tell people about this blog! Why you ask? What's in it for me?
A: What if I told you I would pay you to write for this blog if I could get enough daily visitors, more then just the people we know directly.
Sounds good right? To good to be true?
Just take a look at www.Gizmodo.com
That sight is owned by a guy who just lives off the advertisements on his weblog. That's it.
Well you say, why would anyone want to read this blog? It sucks now anyway, no good or interesting readable content anyway.
Fair enough. But how about this:

what's the one thing that always holds my plans and ideas back from being carried forward? The answer my friends is money.
So what if I got enough money from the ads to finance my projects, and then I wrote about them in the blog? People would sure as hell read that. And then I could start putting up movies and pictures and eventually the traffic on the site would be so great that not only could I finance bigger projects, I could also turn in an actual profit from the blog. By the way, the blog by this time would have a real webpage, not this free one I'm on now. And then the I would become WE, and then WE could have simultaneous projects going on and it would be fucking crazy! Pay your way through college, give you something to put on your resumé, something to right your thesis on.

And now I want to address one issue that I think separates me and those who believe in my ideas from those who immediately cast them off and say, "That aint gonna happen."

Just think about what we could do. Don't think about how were gonna get there, just think about how kick ass it would be when everything is set up and flowin'. Just let the ideas flow, and don't let reality hold you back, cause reality is just what society makes you think is realistic. There are no boundaries when it comes to these Ideas. Yes, Ideas is capitalized. Just fucking forget about how "unrealistic" things are for once. Let your imagination run wild in a field where everything you could possibly need to make your idea come true is at your fingertips. "Realistic" is meaningless.

Welcome to my world. Let your mind wonder and don't be afraid/ashamed/fell stupid to think about things that societydoesn'tt accept or you think other people will reject you for. That'ss the best part about thinking, cause no one can intrude on you or invade your privacy. All your thoughts are personal and private, and most importantly, unrestricted.

This may sound like the same old bullshit they tell you in preschool except this actually has some value. These ideas give you a new direction in life. I can't tell you how many times I change my opinion on topics after thinking about them. I'm like a supermodel going through Menopause. Damn that's a good quote.

Niccolo Machiavelli once proposed, "The ends justifies the means." No they don't, cause the means are always justified if the ends are productive and meaningful.
Productive and meaningful you say? How is a Rocket powered RadioFlyer productive or meaningful?!

Sentimental value.

PHIL: Tell me what you want, and your in on the bet. I know I'm gonna win, and you know I'm gonna lose, so I know you wanna cash in on this, cause so do I.
Any other people who want to be in on this bet between me and George about my trick roping skills should post in the billboard or talk to me somehow.
Only one note:

EXACTLY 200 DAYS TILL OCEAN'S 12 COMES OUT!!!

p.s. 'Seed of Chucky' comes out on Halloween: don't make no plans-courtesy of Max Bagus

So I saw 'Troy' and I have to say that Brad Pitt's butt is NEVER shown, therefore it must be an action movie. Next weekend (May 28-31) I prbly can't do much cause I have finals the week after. After that though I'm out of la escuela and I am dedicating the majority of my time to becoming an urban cowboy. I think we should start a dude ranch in someone's backyard... ANNOUNCEMENTS:

'Seed of Chucky': Chucky has sperm in his eye

If artificial diamonds ever become widely available, then hybrid steel-carbon lattice structured materials will rule the world

I need help with the h off the oxygen on the backwards limb

007 lives-Terentino best direct the next one

Ocean's mother fucin' 12!

Irony of the week: Phil "informed" me of that I was the biggest whiner, more then that of himself. This came from the boy that through a ball that did not belong to his being into an unmarked alley and refused to get it, even though the person who actually owned the ball didn't do shit to him. And then he refused to play football after and delayed my dad by approximately 5 minutes when it was my dad who offered to drive him home. And then when he finally agreed to play football he changed his mind and went fucking Transformers on us and became the one and only classic whinny bitch. OH, THE IRONY! Any off the doo-da, I will officially not stand for any more racial slurs on my person UNTIL I find a better racial slur for Whites, Mexicans, and Jews. Until then, I will not hold back from dropping anyone who does use them against me, unless I have tactically calculated that they in fact have the strategic edge and pure muscular capability to overpower me quickly and efficiently so that they may beat me before I can beat them. Not that I won't laugh at them before I kick your ass, but be forewarned.
I have lé información on lé summer: EVERYONE BE WITNESS- I have made a bet with George. The details of this bet follow:

George has bet me that I cannot learn how to trick rope and lasso by the end of this summer, which is defined as the first day of MY school year. I begged to differ, and have told George that I will in fact learn how to trick rope and lasso by the end of this summer. If I in fact DO learn how to trick rope and lasso by the end of this summer, then George will be my slave-for-a-day. If George wins the bet, then he will get something from me in return, which as of now has yet to be decided.

I WILL PREVAIL, AND SHOW THOSE THAT ARE NOT BELIEVERS THAT I AM THE URBAN COWBOY, RANGER OF THE WILD WILD midWEST!

Welcome to my new blog ladies and gents, and this baby is here to stay! Even the Triple-T knows it! I've signed up with Google's Blogger service so now I don't have to rewrite and repost my page ever time I update it. I'll have the new music page up in a week or two and a 'special' events page... COMING SOON to the new MUSIC page:

Daniel Moffett and the Gang - "Mario"
The Germs - "Lexicon Devil"
The Germs - "Media Blitz"
Meat Puppets - "Dolphin Field"
Meat Puppets - "Out in The Gardener"
Skalpel - "1958"

In the words of the guy in that place, "Yo, I'm out" -Gandhi