Well, happy Halloween everybody! Also happy end of the term! Hope all of your grade-related wishes came true! If they didn't, better luck in NovDecJan, formally known as term 2, but NovDecJan sounds cool.
Ok, next thing. Quotes. Here they are:
Monday:I can't find my platypus'es parents' car!
Tuesday:It's time for its pity-party!
Wednesday:I'm not arguing.
Thursday:Bad idea, man. never listen to those guys' bribes.
Friday:I know this one guy that said this one thing one time.
Saturday:I'm running out of good quotes
Sunday:Aaarg! The duck took the stairs again.
So usually the people who belong to the family of the Waterses buy some candy and have tons leftover cuz' no one, and I mean no one, comes to our house. So this year the parents of the Waters' family go out and buy less candy. See how I'm covering for their names, eh? Well now we get 30 people and we have to buy more candy for tonight. I think that it is really dumb that people think it's "ok" for them to celebrate a holiday when it's not a holiday. I wanted to judo kick all those kids who thought that it was halloween. What's the point of joining a religion if you can't even celebrate holidays on the actual holiday, huh? What is the world coming to if you can't even celebrate people's holidays on the correct day? That's my opinion of stuff.
This brings the wrath of blogness to a new "label" thing.Rants. Remember that because they will probably be coming around a lot. If you forget I will never forgive you.
Hmm. What else to talk about.I don't wanna do a story, or talk about nerd-time, looks like this will lead to another new label. It is not going to be politics cuz politics are boring to read and talk about.
So did anyone struggle with honor's english? I still have to finish "The Chosen" and write a review but that's about it. The forum stuff was kinda annoying and hard to remember to do... But in the end I did it. I did my shelfari thingy onto my blog just now... Does anyone else multitask? In addition to all that stuff, I just did my editing for one of my blog posts too, so now it makes much more sense. Does your's? no. Because it isn't cool. Your's is just a bunch of random pointless stories that no one likes, or politics, or your grades, or stuff that only you would understand and make it so no one else ever has fun reading your blog. Well I say that my blog is a point of light in an ever-darkening world. My blog will push away all of those things that you hate. So come. Let my blog wrap you in its soft blanket of words. See that metaphor? Your blog doesn't have metaphors either.
Did anyone know that my middle name is Seamus? That is pronounced ShA-muss. Yeah at one point I tried to go by that. People didn't go for that. So if I still went by that this would be Seamus's blog.
"So until next time, Send me your questions, and I will make fun of you!"--Strong Bad
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Bowl of Tuna in your face!
I forgot to put quotes of the week! AAAh! <- 3 capitols.
Monday:Bowl of Tuna in your face!
Tuesday:Sandwiches, Where?
Wednesday:Sand Witches, Where?
Thursday:That reminds me of my great grandpa.
Friday:That looks just like a gargoyle.
Saturday: No driving in the house!
Sunday:No habla espanol.
So until next time, this is El Coolio, signing off.
Monday:Bowl of Tuna in your face!
Tuesday:Sandwiches, Where?
Wednesday:Sand Witches, Where?
Thursday:That reminds me of my great grandpa.
Friday:That looks just like a gargoyle.
Saturday: No driving in the house!
Sunday:No habla espanol.
So until next time, this is El Coolio, signing off.
Crap. Plain old crap.
This week was not the best of all time. The beginning of the week started with me worrying what would come up the rest of the week. Tuesday came along and I did horrible on my math test. Wednesday came along and I messed up at our concert, then everyone yelled at me for something I didn't even do. However, I did play the chime part perfect. Now it's Thursday, and I have to go talk to everyone who I wanted to get away from on Tuesday. Oh, the memories.
Not that I'm whining though, because that's not my style. I just wanted to get it off my chest. The title actually doesn't have to do with anything. Oh, also if you see any spelling/grammatical errors on here let me know. I wanna fix 'em.. <- Did you see what I did there? So don't say anything about those, but any others, yeah.
Now, I am going to try a new thing. I will write a story, and you have to find the pattern. Ready, steady, go!
A long time ago, Before poeple came, Crabs ruled the world from their...Dark fortress! Eh? Figure it out yet? Going to find someone to conquer the crabs set off. Hurrying down a hill sideways they came upon some snails.
"Ick!" they yelled and charged.
"Jumpin' Jupiter!" the snails screamed, and hid in their shells.
Killer crabs tried to attack their shells but they were to tough. Lenny, a particurally fat crab, went to go get some lemonade. Many days later the snails crept out of their shells. Nasty crabs were down upon them in an instant!Out in the open and not in their shells, they were completely defenseless. Plucked out of their shells they were. Queen crab took them away and locked them away in the cellar. Rugged and wrecked, they were now slugs.
Soon the slugs hatched a plan. They climbed on top of eachother and climbed out of the cellar!
"Ugly we may be, but victorious we are!" Voiced one slug.
Waiting for the right moment, they attacked and defeated the crabs. Xylophones and trumpets rang out as they claimed the dark fortress. Yet the slugs had their own quarrels, and some left to become snails again and some stayed. Zebras however, are the true victor.
If you can figure it out, leave a comment. Be sure to include your name, number, e-mail and social security number.
I'm kidding. All you need is your name.
So this post started on Thursday, and I'm finishing it on Monday! Hoo-ray Laziness! After this term is over, I swear to you I will get all of the pictures up on here. So be ready, cuz' I'm not making any promises...
So until next time, this is Dylan (El coolio) Waters, signing off...
But First our weekly broadcast, (insert show tune here)
Today there was snow in the mountains. Tomorrow it will be cold. Based on the current weather pattern it will be cold for the rest of the week too.
Not that I'm whining though, because that's not my style. I just wanted to get it off my chest. The title actually doesn't have to do with anything. Oh, also if you see any spelling/grammatical errors on here let me know. I wanna fix 'em.. <- Did you see what I did there? So don't say anything about those, but any others, yeah.
Now, I am going to try a new thing. I will write a story, and you have to find the pattern. Ready, steady, go!
A long time ago, Before poeple came, Crabs ruled the world from their...Dark fortress! Eh? Figure it out yet? Going to find someone to conquer the crabs set off. Hurrying down a hill sideways they came upon some snails.
"Ick!" they yelled and charged.
"Jumpin' Jupiter!" the snails screamed, and hid in their shells.
Killer crabs tried to attack their shells but they were to tough. Lenny, a particurally fat crab, went to go get some lemonade. Many days later the snails crept out of their shells. Nasty crabs were down upon them in an instant!Out in the open and not in their shells, they were completely defenseless. Plucked out of their shells they were. Queen crab took them away and locked them away in the cellar. Rugged and wrecked, they were now slugs.
Soon the slugs hatched a plan. They climbed on top of eachother and climbed out of the cellar!
"Ugly we may be, but victorious we are!" Voiced one slug.
Waiting for the right moment, they attacked and defeated the crabs. Xylophones and trumpets rang out as they claimed the dark fortress. Yet the slugs had their own quarrels, and some left to become snails again and some stayed. Zebras however, are the true victor.
If you can figure it out, leave a comment. Be sure to include your name, number, e-mail and social security number.
I'm kidding. All you need is your name.
So this post started on Thursday, and I'm finishing it on Monday! Hoo-ray Laziness! After this term is over, I swear to you I will get all of the pictures up on here. So be ready, cuz' I'm not making any promises...
So until next time, this is Dylan (El coolio) Waters, signing off...
But First our weekly broadcast, (insert show tune here)
Today there was snow in the mountains. Tomorrow it will be cold. Based on the current weather pattern it will be cold for the rest of the week too.
Well hello again! Welcome to the mysterious fortune teller/fry cook tent!!! Here's another story cuz' I'm bored:
Once there was a quiet, peaceful forest where the Ents would go and have fun with all of their friends. They were incredibly happy. One day an Ent named Woody was on a walk just outside of the forest. He saw strange pink men with large silver tools that shined in the sun. Without warning, the lumberjacks began to chop down the trees! Woody was terrified but the lumberjacks weren’t finished yet. They pulled out their tinder boxes and began to burn the trees, too! Woody ran to tell the old and wise elders of the forest, but smoke clouded Woody’s eyes. He stumbled about blindly as he looked for his friends. When he finally found them it was too late. They all had to rush away from the forest as fast as they could. A few days later they returned to their charred blackened forest. Everyone was sad but Woody was hopeful. “We will re-grow the forest!” he said. After a few years the forest had re-grown and everyone was incredibly happy. However, the lumberjacks returned. This time Woody had a plan. He spoke to the lumberjacks. “I will give you our seeds, so you can have your own trees.” The Lumberjacks reluctantly agreed. Everyone was incredibly happy. The End.
So until next time, this is El Coolio, your number 1 fan, signing off.
Once there was a quiet, peaceful forest where the Ents would go and have fun with all of their friends. They were incredibly happy. One day an Ent named Woody was on a walk just outside of the forest. He saw strange pink men with large silver tools that shined in the sun. Without warning, the lumberjacks began to chop down the trees! Woody was terrified but the lumberjacks weren’t finished yet. They pulled out their tinder boxes and began to burn the trees, too! Woody ran to tell the old and wise elders of the forest, but smoke clouded Woody’s eyes. He stumbled about blindly as he looked for his friends. When he finally found them it was too late. They all had to rush away from the forest as fast as they could. A few days later they returned to their charred blackened forest. Everyone was sad but Woody was hopeful. “We will re-grow the forest!” he said. After a few years the forest had re-grown and everyone was incredibly happy. However, the lumberjacks returned. This time Woody had a plan. He spoke to the lumberjacks. “I will give you our seeds, so you can have your own trees.” The Lumberjacks reluctantly agreed. Everyone was incredibly happy. The End.
So until next time, this is El Coolio, your number 1 fan, signing off.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
The really long post where I have nothing to talk about
Well, here we are. Another post. I don't know what to talk about. ROBOTS! One day robots will control the world. In fact, probably in the distant future. The YEAR 2000! Ha ha! Now I have found what to talk about. 500 words, eh? That's gonna take a while. I hope I can get it done before intervention ends. If I don't, I'll be further behind than before. One day I will put amazing pictures that will stupefy and amaze you in stupefying amazement. When I do, I will force all of you to look at them. Anyway my sister wants me to put up the story I told her the other day on my blog, so I guess I will...
Once there was a little moose. (awesome start, eh?) He was on his pogo stick, bouncing through the woods where he lived. ( It's getting exciting.) When he came upon a sad bear.
"What's wrong bear?" asked the moose.
"Well, if you must know, I have no honey for my pancake toast." whimpered the bear. (Can you tell where this is going?)
The moose went on his way up the hill until he came to a beehive. There sat the queen bee.
"Excuse me, Queen Bee, but do you have some honey." asked the moose.
"I do, of course. But I want a jug of milk."
So the moose went off to the cow. She was sitting there eating grass. (Bored yet?)
"Miss Cow, do you have any milk." asked the moose.
"Yes but I want a nice hat to wear."
So the moose set off feeling a bit bored. Up he came to a goat, eating a pair of pants. There was a large pile of laundry sitting next to him. There was a very nice hat in the pile.
"Hello Little Moose. How are you?" asked the goat.
"Fine, thank you. But I see that you are doing laundry. May I have the hat after you have washed it?" asked the moose.
"Well, you could, but I will never wash it. I get bored so I just eat all of my clothes. If you can find me something better to eat than clothes, I will give you my hat."
Little moose was looking for something better to eat than clothes when he came upon a unicorn. (My sisters idea.)
"Hello Unicorn. I am trying to find something better to eat than clothes."
"Better to eat than clothes?!" Exclaimed the Unicorn. "Why, there must be a million things better to eat than clothes. But if you're looking for something really good to eat, take this path up to Grandmothers house and ask for a nice pie. Oh, and while you're up there, could you pick up my loaf of bread?"
Little moose sighed, straining to remember all of the places he had been. He then thanked the unicorn and went up the hill. He came upon a small girl wearing a red cloak. The moose said hello and asked where she was going.
"Well, I am just going to my grandmothers house." Said the Little girl.
"Ah, I am going there too." spoke the moose.
"As am I" Spoke a snapping, snarling wolf who was right behind them.
When the group finally made it up the hill, They opened grandmothers door. Almost instantly grandmother charged out in a blind rage, weilding her cane. She beat the wolf until it whined and ran off.
"Blasted things!" Yelled Grandma "Always after my goodies."
After they all went inside moose explained what was going on. Grandmother gave him the loaf and the freshest hottest pie. Now that the moose was carrying all this he couldn't jump on his pogo stick, so he had to drag it behind him as he walked.
He came to the unicorn and gave him the bread. He came to the Goat and gave him the pie. He went to the cow and gave her the hat. He went to the queen bee and gave her the milk. he went to the bear, but he had found honey while the moose was gone. However, the bear was not rude. He told the moose to return in a few hours, when he would have something nice made for him.
Little Moose went home. when he got there there was a note. At Mr. Bears, come over. Little Moose was feeling very annoyed now, and his feet hurt. When he got to Mr. Bears, he opened the door and...
"SUPRISE!" everyone exclaimed! It was Little Mooses birthday and it was the best day ever.
The End of the story. So until next time, This is Dylan, signing off.
Once there was a little moose. (awesome start, eh?) He was on his pogo stick, bouncing through the woods where he lived. ( It's getting exciting.) When he came upon a sad bear.
"What's wrong bear?" asked the moose.
"Well, if you must know, I have no honey for my pancake toast." whimpered the bear. (Can you tell where this is going?)
The moose went on his way up the hill until he came to a beehive. There sat the queen bee.
"Excuse me, Queen Bee, but do you have some honey." asked the moose.
"I do, of course. But I want a jug of milk."
So the moose went off to the cow. She was sitting there eating grass. (Bored yet?)
"Miss Cow, do you have any milk." asked the moose.
"Yes but I want a nice hat to wear."
So the moose set off feeling a bit bored. Up he came to a goat, eating a pair of pants. There was a large pile of laundry sitting next to him. There was a very nice hat in the pile.
"Hello Little Moose. How are you?" asked the goat.
"Fine, thank you. But I see that you are doing laundry. May I have the hat after you have washed it?" asked the moose.
"Well, you could, but I will never wash it. I get bored so I just eat all of my clothes. If you can find me something better to eat than clothes, I will give you my hat."
Little moose was looking for something better to eat than clothes when he came upon a unicorn. (My sisters idea.)
"Hello Unicorn. I am trying to find something better to eat than clothes."
"Better to eat than clothes?!" Exclaimed the Unicorn. "Why, there must be a million things better to eat than clothes. But if you're looking for something really good to eat, take this path up to Grandmothers house and ask for a nice pie. Oh, and while you're up there, could you pick up my loaf of bread?"
Little moose sighed, straining to remember all of the places he had been. He then thanked the unicorn and went up the hill. He came upon a small girl wearing a red cloak. The moose said hello and asked where she was going.
"Well, I am just going to my grandmothers house." Said the Little girl.
"Ah, I am going there too." spoke the moose.
"As am I" Spoke a snapping, snarling wolf who was right behind them.
When the group finally made it up the hill, They opened grandmothers door. Almost instantly grandmother charged out in a blind rage, weilding her cane. She beat the wolf until it whined and ran off.
"Blasted things!" Yelled Grandma "Always after my goodies."
After they all went inside moose explained what was going on. Grandmother gave him the loaf and the freshest hottest pie. Now that the moose was carrying all this he couldn't jump on his pogo stick, so he had to drag it behind him as he walked.
He came to the unicorn and gave him the bread. He came to the Goat and gave him the pie. He went to the cow and gave her the hat. He went to the queen bee and gave her the milk. he went to the bear, but he had found honey while the moose was gone. However, the bear was not rude. He told the moose to return in a few hours, when he would have something nice made for him.
Little Moose went home. when he got there there was a note. At Mr. Bears, come over. Little Moose was feeling very annoyed now, and his feet hurt. When he got to Mr. Bears, he opened the door and...
"SUPRISE!" everyone exclaimed! It was Little Mooses birthday and it was the best day ever.
The End of the story. So until next time, This is Dylan, signing off.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
I'm Sorry
I'm sorry, people. I meant to do more than this and failed. So I'm sorry. If I was a samurai I would have to commit seppeku. (Is that how you spell it???) Anyhow I told you I would tell you about DnD so here I go:
1. a quick intro to DnD
In the wonderful geek tribe we do stuff that is complex and difficult to explain. Imagine us as a cult but without any of the creepy stuff cults do. So that was a bad example, sue me. Anyhow in DnD you A. roll a 20 sided die. Didn't know dice came in that many sides? Now you do. B. Add a mod(modifier) to that roll. That's determined by your race (not color, racists), your class (not like english and stuff but like Archer, Cleric, Rogue, or Wizard.), and your skills. C. The DM/GM (dungeon master/ game master) tells you if you passed his DC ( Difficulty class or as I like to call it Dice Check) D. If you did you do whatever you were trying to do and the game carrys on. That's the basis of DnD. The total rules are found here: http://wizards.com/dnd/files/QuickStartRules.pdf
2. The way I play
In DnD you can play almost anything you want A powerful Wizard, a thoughtful Dwarf Cleric, a sneaky Elf Ranger, the options are endless. The classes of DnD (see above) are also broken down into character roles:
1. The Leader: These guys are cool. They heal themselves and their teammates while also serving as frontal soldiers.
2. The Striker: These guys can dish out lots and lots of damage, but they shouldn't be hit all that often.
3. The Defender: These guys block other guys from getting to other teammates. They always use a melee weapon and have very high HP (hit points)
4. The Controller: These guys are extra weak. They usually can only survive 2-3 hits, which is why they are never up front soldiers. They can attack multiple enemies at once which is why they are the most precious teammates. These guys are the only ones that I am good at playing.
Now that we've gotten over the particulars (I've always wanted to say that). I can go on. I like to play characters that don't care about much more than gold, beer and themselves. Which is why the first character I have ever made has been my favorite. I was a Minotaur fighter who liked to smack things and could easily shrug off pain. I honestly have no idea where I was going with this so I think I'm done talking about DnD.
See how I skipped a line? Nevermind. Yesterday was my Pa's B-day. Yep. This is turning into one of those posts where nothing happens. So I think I'm done.
So until next time, this is El Coolio, signing off.
Never mind, I am not done because I still have 22 words to do until I am finished writing this blog. Done.
1. a quick intro to DnD
In the wonderful geek tribe we do stuff that is complex and difficult to explain. Imagine us as a cult but without any of the creepy stuff cults do. So that was a bad example, sue me. Anyhow in DnD you A. roll a 20 sided die. Didn't know dice came in that many sides? Now you do. B. Add a mod(modifier) to that roll. That's determined by your race (not color, racists), your class (not like english and stuff but like Archer, Cleric, Rogue, or Wizard.), and your skills. C. The DM/GM (dungeon master/ game master) tells you if you passed his DC ( Difficulty class or as I like to call it Dice Check) D. If you did you do whatever you were trying to do and the game carrys on. That's the basis of DnD. The total rules are found here: http://wizards.com/dnd/files/QuickStartRules.pdf
2. The way I play
In DnD you can play almost anything you want A powerful Wizard, a thoughtful Dwarf Cleric, a sneaky Elf Ranger, the options are endless. The classes of DnD (see above) are also broken down into character roles:
1. The Leader: These guys are cool. They heal themselves and their teammates while also serving as frontal soldiers.
2. The Striker: These guys can dish out lots and lots of damage, but they shouldn't be hit all that often.
3. The Defender: These guys block other guys from getting to other teammates. They always use a melee weapon and have very high HP (hit points)
4. The Controller: These guys are extra weak. They usually can only survive 2-3 hits, which is why they are never up front soldiers. They can attack multiple enemies at once which is why they are the most precious teammates. These guys are the only ones that I am good at playing.
Now that we've gotten over the particulars (I've always wanted to say that). I can go on. I like to play characters that don't care about much more than gold, beer and themselves. Which is why the first character I have ever made has been my favorite. I was a Minotaur fighter who liked to smack things and could easily shrug off pain. I honestly have no idea where I was going with this so I think I'm done talking about DnD.
See how I skipped a line? Nevermind. Yesterday was my Pa's B-day. Yep. This is turning into one of those posts where nothing happens. So I think I'm done.
So until next time, this is El Coolio, signing off.
Never mind, I am not done because I still have 22 words to do until I am finished writing this blog. Done.
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