Jim Stark

Mon, 28 Jan 2008 01:54:20 GMT

Best Male Actor in a comedy: Alec Baldwin, 30 Rock!

Bam!

Best Female Actor in a comedy: Tina Fey, 30 Rock!

Bam!

To Nathan.

Mon, 24 Dec 2007 10:58:44 GMT

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1046173/

It's so funny. We didn't even hang out, like, at all in the past month or so, yet I still feel like I'm losing a really big part of me. These feelings are so overtly conflicted for numerous reasons. The first being, why should I miss you this much when you weren't even that much a part of my recent life? Still, you were there. If I needed you, you were there. I had that available to me. I felt like we were always waiting to REALLY be best friends, like waiting for the time, even though we kind of were. The second reason being, that you're just moving to Chicago. It's not some other world, and tickets are cheap, but I don't know, I feel really empty tonight, really lonely, and I know It's the culmination of various things, but nonetheless you leaving has affected that greatly.

I remember watching Garden State, when Andrew Largeman says, "You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone." I really felt like that tonight; I feel like I'm losing a great many people who are close to me, and that I have so few actual, genuine connections anymore. Like I was in this large huddle, right in the center, then everyone dispersed, but I had no idea which way to go, so I just remained there. And here I am.

Either way, this has certainly become more about me than you it would seem, and I'm sorry for that. I guess you just being there, in Tampa, was a comfort for me. I always knew you would be there to talk about G.I Joe, or Transformers, or movies, or whatever. I guess we both kind of took that for granted.

I love you, buddy. You're my brother. Think of a time for me to visit, and I'll make it. Keep the Head Project alive. Keep me on staff. Keep me in the know. Let's be more involved now than we were. I wish you nothing but the best.

I had all these things I wanted to say, to write, and now, It's seemingly vanished. I'm sure we'll get some sort of real time comment conversation going though, so I guess just get a hold of me when you get there so I know you're safe.

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 09:10:53 GMT

Dear human race,

Please stop spelling "definitely," "definately."

It's not so hard as to be so consistently misspelled. Just think of "finite." There are no a's welcome here.

Sincerely,
Frank

PS. Posting in Livejournal is liberating.

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 23:17:24 GMT

blah blah blah

Thu, 19 Jan 2006 04:51:06 GMT

On the matter of comics.

So this thing, this A Coming of Age (which happens to be the title of the book I was writing) thing, apparently Jeff and I have gone our separate ways, much to my regret. I wish it wasn't so to be quite honest, however I don't see much of a way to have avoided it; I believe I wrote and prodded him ad nauseam, yet to no avail. He seemed unmotivated, and I don't fault him for that, but as I said to him, it's not the place I'd like to be in right now. He told me once that he would have liked to have the first issue done by the end of October, yet it wasn't until mid November that I even saw a rough sketch of the first page. Granted I liked what I saw, but I related the fact that if we were to ever turn this, or any project, into something serious we would have deadlines and editors to answer to, and the kind of haphazard attitude he was showing wasn't what I went into this looking for.

I'm again looking for an illustrator, however I'm hesitant, as what I found with Jeff seemed something special; we could brainstorm like no others. We had ideas for post-apocalyptic (affectionately dubbed "cyberpunk") comics, reluctant superhero comics, coming of age comics. Quite honestly whenever I made a joke, in the book or otherwise, he was always right there with me, and it felt like we could run the entire gamut if we wanted to. Regardless, I don't just want any Joe Schmoe illustrator to do this with me. I don't want someone who solely does the work so much as someone who can really get into the work.

Of course there's a great potential that me writing any of this is solely lip service, and perhaps all for naught. Regardless, recently I've taken an interest in the art of one Randall Whiteis. His art can apparently be found here (there's some free promotion for you, sir). It seems perfect for what I'm looking for, so I sent him a MySpace message. I remember a while back, Ciera mentioning to me that she had a friend who would be interesting in pursuing the project with me, however, regretfully, I never found out who this person was however. Perhaps it was him and perhaps not. We shall see, I suppose.

Anyway, wish me luck, and if any of you have any insight or input, as far as illustrators go, or otherwise, do let me know.

Thu, 05 Jan 2006 21:22:58 GMT

I interrupt your friends list for this picture of me in a fake mustache.

Stan Tookie Williams

Fri, 02 Dec 2005 01:59:22 GMT

I'm posting this here in the hopes that many of you will take 15 seconds out of your day and sign this petition. Perhaps with the hope that you might take an additional 30 seconds out of your day and post this petition, or even this post in it's entirety (as I give you full permission to do so) if you don't desire to rewrite something out, in your own journal.

The following are two petitions to grant clemency, by Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger, to Stanley "Tookie" Williams. For those who don't know (and I'm quoting), "the State of California has set December 13 as the execution date for Stanley Tookie Williams, whose remarkable change from co-founder of the Crips gang to Nobel Peace Prize nominee was made into the movie "Redemption: The Stan Tookie Williams Story," starring Jamie Foxx. Williams is a five-time Nobel Peace Prize nominee, four-time Nobel Literature Prize nominee, 2005 Presidential Call to Service awardee, and author of the Tookie Protocol for Peace. He maintains innocence for the crimes he was sentenced to death for, and he faced racist discrimination throughout his trial."(http://www.nodeathpenalty.org/)

For more detailed information on Stan Tookie Williams, his alleged crimes, and his accomplishments please look here:

http://www.tookie.com/tookie_fact_sheet_10.18.05.pdf

The petitions are located here:

http://www.petitiononline.com/stw4804/petition.html

And here:

http://www.petitionthem.com/?sect=detail&pet=2240

By signing them you'd be doing the right thing. As I think about it, it's literally the least I could do. Thanks in advance to anyone who takes the time to sign. I can't imagine living in a world where Nobel Peace Prize Nominees are executed.

Sat, 19 Nov 2005 00:58:35 GMT

Sometime in 2001, after my grandfather passed away, it was decided my grandmother would come and live with us. We decided we would put an addition of a second larger master bedroom and bathroom on the rear of the house, which was to become my parents. The room that was theirs would become mine, and my old room would now belong to my grandmother after the addition was completed. I'll note that perhaps a year earlier my grandmother started showing signs of Alzheimer's. One night, or morning perhaps, as it's become a blur since then, she woke up and notified us she was having a hard time moving. It was determined that she had a stroke in her sleep, and was quickly taken to the emergency room. After this event, it was decided that in her state she wasn't really fit to live with us; her state being the combination of Alzheimer's and a stroke, which severely inhibits the brain and basic motor functions apparently. I remember my parents looking around and finally finding Menorah Manor, an assisted living facility that seemed to fit our needs. We moved my grandmother in, and she seemed happy; well, perhaps pleasant is a better word. She seemed well taken care of. She spent the better part of four years there. Tonight the phone rang and my mother answered it. A cheery voice responded and asked for Rosemary Lepore, and was informed she was speaking to her. In such a nonchalant way as could be understood but not expected, my mother was informed that my grandmother had passed away at 7:05 PM tonight. My mom was taken aback to say the least, primarily by the nurse's tone, but she, like me, didn't know how to feel. She was numb and quite rattled. I'll explain further.

I remember at first, I visited her here and there, which over time was reduced to not visiting at all. In the long run, it has become one of those things that both frustrates and comforts me. On one hand I wish I did visit more, she was my grandmother after all. Yet on the other, the last coherent conversation I would have with her would not have taken place within those walls. She barely remembered my name. In some ways I feel like I lost my grandmother four years ago. It was heartbreaking, and it was not how I would have wanted to remember her. It isn't how I remember her, and for that I'm thankful. However I'd love to attribute my lack of visitation to this miraculous hindsight, but the truth is I'm just bad at things like this. Things of life and death and sickness. I'm bad at confronting them and I'm bat at accepting them. I'd like to say this was a quality I've all but done away with, as I'm quite eager to go to any sort of service for my grandmother. To say goodbye, or to say that I loved her, an event that, five years ago, would find itself narrowly avoided. I remember when my grandfather died. I accepted it, but not fully. I think it took me a week or so later to finally break down crying in Gali's driveway as I tugged at her pant legs. I remember mentioning I would never get to say goodbye, or tell him I loved him. Regardless, I don't feel as bothered by this as I assumed I would. I knew the time was coming, morbid as that is, and in some ways I'm relieved. It was akin to watching someone die very slowly and live very arduously, and in a sense I've had four years to come to terms with this. This isn't about me though, not at all. When all is said and done my grandmother passed away tonight, and I shall never get another opportunity to avoid a visit. That sentence will always carry weight, no matter what the preceding circumstances are.

Her name was Rose Freda. She was loved and she will be missed.

Wed, 16 Nov 2005 07:07:52 GMT

This is a little section I like to call "Movies to see this weekend." But first, here's a short interjection about a chode!

So I had just parked my car in the parking garage and was heading toward the elevator on my way to work as a middle aged man (ah, my patented descriptor) held the door for me. I got inside and thanked him, and we both kind of stood there for a second. Since he was there first, it was on his head to press any buttons that may need pressing, and doing so myself would be against basic elevator etiquette. This put me in a kind of uncomfortable situation, as I noticed the 1st floor light wasn't lit. I waited for a second, giving him the benefit of the doubt, and after no movement, he pressed the button for the first floor, which I assumed he had done already. The clincher was that even after this, the light still wasn't lit. Maybe it was broken, I thought, and a moment later, however a moment longer than it usually takes, we were heading down. Good for us. Or so I thought: what I dreaded most had taken place and we stopped on simply a lower floor which was not the first. My greatest fears had been confirmed. He STILL hadn't pressed the button, even the second time, someone on a lower floor was simply heading down as well! What a chode. I mean really, It's one thing to miss the button once, but twice? And I couldn't say anything, I mean what kind of thing does it say to press the button after someone else fails at it twice? "I'm sorry that you're such a failure that you missed the button two times. Let me help you." That would have made for an immensely comfortable elevator ride. Maybe It would have landed me on his Christmas list. Regardless, I was just thankful we had more company and several more reasons (and bodies) to check the button.

Also, on a similar note, you know what I hate? When I'm heading down, and someone joins me, on the same floor or one en route, and they simply have to press the 1st floor button when they get on. Sure, it avoids the entire above situation altogether, but really, even after all that, I have a little more faith in my common man than to assume they can't press a simple button. I mean really, If you're getting in a down elevator with someone already in it, where did you think I was headed, buddy?

I hope you've enjoyed my elevator escapades. Here are the movies:

Walk the Line

Good Night and Good Luck

Capote (interested, but not entirely for some reason. I'm sure I'll enjoy it, but there's a lack of motivation here)

The Squid And The Whale

Stealth...haha, just kidding! Sorry, Jamie Foxx.

I happen to be off Thursday (after 9ish), Friday, and Saturday if anyone is interested in accompanying myself and a couple friends.

Thu, 10 Nov 2005 08:17:57 GMT

I found myself in the center of downtown St. Petersburg tonight. I did so, however, because I work there, not by sheer chance or coincidence. So there I was, at the Sunglass Hut, which isn't a hut at all so much as an actual retail store, from the hours of about three PM to about nine PM. It was at about seven PM when the events that even make this short story worth telling transpired.

This old couple...well, old doesn't really do them justice I suppose, when they seemed late forties at best. So I greet this middle aged couple, probably around mid to later forties, that comes into the store tonight. The gentleman, a heavier set guy, he's looking for some Oakleys; Juliet's, no, XX's to be exact, which happen to be a quite large, metal framed Oakley. He sees our only pair and tried them on, commenting politely on how they're twenty five dollars cheaper than when he bought his. His wife came over to where he was, commented on the glasses, and then tried on similar, yet smaller styles, to which they each compared and contrasted her look from one pair to another. Her husband turned toward the other side of the store and said back to her, "see anything you can't live without?" He asked this twice, I believe, the first time met with no real response, and the second time to a simple, "nope, I'm good." In any event, it was a fun scene as they seemed quite happy together. She walked down the aisle, if it can even be called that in a roughly twenty two foot by fourteen foot store, and came slowly to the clearance glasses then to the watches which followed.

A couple minutes had passed by now, and her husband ended up cutting slowly across the center of the store to approach her from behind, seemingly trying to peer at what she peered. He said to her one last time, as if to let her know anything in the store she desired, if even on a whim, could be hers, "see anything you can't live without?" She turned around to face him, putting both her arms over his shoulders as I tried to avert my gaze, and said quite simply...

"Yup."

Fri, 28 Oct 2005 05:42:37 GMT

I usually never do these stupid things, but I found this on Joe McCue's MySpace page and it actually looked interesting, as it related to senses of humor.

It seems pretty accurate, and I'd be quite interested to see what anyone else gets. I'll admit, I did find myself literally laughing out load at the four pictures of the cats.

the Wit

(61% dark, 34% spontaneous, 26% vulgar)

your humor style:
CLEAN | COMPLEX | DARK

You like things edgy, subtle, and smart. I guess that means you're
probably an intellectual, but don't take that to mean pretentious. You
realize 'dumb' can be witty--after all isn't that the Simpsons'
philosophy?--but rudeness for its own sake, 'gross-out' humor and most
other things found in a fraternity leave you totally flat.

I guess you just have a more cerebral approach than most. You have the perfect mindset for a joke writer or staff writer.

Your sense of humor takes the most thought to appreciate, but it's also the best, in my opinion.

You probably loved the Office. If you don't know what I'm
talking about, check it out here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/theoffice/.

PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Jon Stewart - Woody Allen - Ricky Gervais

The 3-Variable Funny Test!

- it rules -

If you're interested, try my latest:
The Terrorism Test

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 76% on darkness
You scored higher than 20% on spontaneity
You scored higher than 23% on vulgarity

Link: The 3 Variable Funny Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Thu, 27 Oct 2005 07:02:50 GMT

So here it is. The gist, as it were.

For those who don't know, my friend and co creator, Jeff Niesen and myself have undertaken creating a comic. Yes, a comic book; in theory a monthly publication containing stories told through pictures and words. I have some concept drawings and excerpts posted in my MySpace blog, however for my Livejournal friends and family, those whom I dare not force the trials and tribulations of "the space" on, I thought it a good idea to post more here. In addition, I felt that this would be a more personal outlet, as MySpace is primarily a badge of sorts, a way to show off one's pictures, comments, technical specs, etc., where as Livejournal, by definition, is a vehicle rooted in dialogue: the only real reason people are on Livejournal are to read, or at least I would assume.

I apologize if you've seen these images before. I'm dying for something new, but Jeff seems to be taking his time (Ha! I kid buddy, I kid). A few years back I began writing a screenplay, many of you might know about this, and I got a good ways into it; not too far, but what I had I thought, and was told, was decent. I think a lot of this is going to be loosely based off of that screenplay, perhaps. Especially the general dialogue and interactions. I'm going to post two pages, random pages really, containing some of the dialogue. I think some of this dialogue in particular is directly borrowed from a conversation Anthony and I had once at a Bennigans way back when. I'm sure he'll know what I'm referring to.

That's about it, I suppose. I hope you guys like what you read, and if not, you'll give it a chance anyway if and when it ever gets published. I hope this is a good step in the right direction as far as being more open and social goes. We'll see though. As usual, feedback is always appreciated.

Tue, 25 Oct 2005 22:06:01 GMT

Maybe I should update more.

We'll see. I'd like to say I've turned over a new leaf so to speak, or have begun to in any case; things such as these take time. I've realized I have a good amount of friends on here, and even more so on the socio-abomination that is MySpace (don't get me wrong, I love the thing; it's like the boyfriend that abuses you, but you keep going back to. "He promised it was the last time," you'd say, but I digress). I've come to a lot of conclusions recently, say over the last month or two, and it's made me wonder how many of these "friends" are genuine, or by another token, how many wish to be. I've tried to bridge gaps between myself and certain people, and I've realized there is more distant than I initially thought there was between certain others: I have a hard time watching people close to me be so self destructive, poor friend as this might make me. I believe I regret this, but not to a fault. Sometimes my efforts were just plain in vain, yet I know in the past that others' efforts toward me were similarly in vain; for this reason, I fault no one. In all honesty I sometimes just wish I knew the motives of some, as sometimes things seem nonsensical or just plain rude, but again, I don't fault anyone for this as each person's motives were their own. Regardless as to all this, I'd like to try and be a better friend, in the sense of more involvement, to anyone interested. If you have no interest in this, then you should ask yourself why I'm on your friends list to begin with. This isn't meant as a low blow, or a cheap shot, I'm posing a serious inquiry as it wouldn't seem logical; maybe now is the time to stop pretending, eh? I'm not entirely convinced this post will get many comments, or change many minds. I know everyone has a lot on their plates, but this is something that has been eating at me for some time, some new beginning of sorts. Just for the record, I have no hard feelings toward anyone

On a totally unrelated note, I pose a question to you all, those who would have read this far. Today, and yesterday at that, felt amazing. It was perhaps the coolest day, this side of the end of summer, thus far. It makes me wonder though, being familiar with certain sciences more so than others, what causes this? Of course it's the tilt of the Earth, and the fact that throughout the year we get farther and farther from the sun, but I find it hard to believe that one day could make such a dramatic difference. As though we tilted just so to dramatically change the temperature an entire ten or so degrees or more; I say this under the assumption that the Earth is spinning constantly, otherwise my query is invalid. Does this make sense? Being as the Earth is spinning at a constant rate, how would the temperature change not be constant as well. If anyone has any insight to this, now is your time to shine.

I hope everyone is well.

Sincerely,
Frank S Preston, Esquire.

Wed, 02 Mar 2005 10:20:26 GMT

An array of shapes were spread out before him; spheres, cylinders, cubes, rectangles... He knew not their purpose nor how they came to be, but he felt compelled to do something, as if he did know what they were there for, or why they had been placed there. He took the key, inserting it into himself, and slowly opened the door, blowing away any stray cobwebs that remained. He took hold and stared for a few minutes, pondered what this object had been doing all this time. He came to many conclusions, none of them too flattering, and decided it was best to see what it could do rather than what it had been doing. He placed it atop the cylinder first. It took mere moments to realize it wasn't going to fit into this. Next he tried the sphere. It was rounder and had a wider diameter than the cylinder but still no luck. It was at this point he began to get discouraged, as fifty percent of the shapes had proven unless distractions in his quest for usefulness. He walked over to the cube and thought of the potential. He looked at it for a while, trying to figure out how this could work, before finally just placing it on top and rotating it so that if it were able to fall into place, it most definitely would. Alas, no luck. He let out a hefty sigh, and headed to the final table, which harbored the rectangle. He knew this wouldn't work either, but for posterity's sake he knew he had to try. He looked down once at the object, then again at the rectangle. With a somewhat defeated exhalation, he placed the object sideways into the rectangle. Sadly though, in this position the object was too tall, and when placed flat, too wide. He wasn't sure what to do. Maybe this object wasn't meant to fit anywhere else, he thought. He dusted off the object, taking a good look at it one final time before pulling his hands back toward his chest when he saw it: through his dismay, his eyes caught a glimpse of a shimmering toward the back corner of the room. He quickly took stride in that direction and found himself before a final table. This table was different though: it hadn't any conventional shapes, none that had ever been named by man anyway. No, it had something much different; something that was indescribable in it's beauty and lack of description. He let out a huff, and with whatever confidence he had left, placed the object on top of what lay on the table. There was no moving, or contorting required this time, as the object just seemed to fall into place. It was as if every other shape was just orchestrated as a sort of great distraction until finally getting to the proper table. After placing the object into the shape, he slowly backed away. He gave the object a final look before leaving, making sure the door sealed behind him. What would happen to the object was no longer his concern; it was no longer in his hands. He was simply content knowing that he had and could still find use for it.

Thu, 20 Jan 2005 22:57:33 GMT

Okay, well my demo line has officially been cut off today.

Apparently Best Buy did an audit and concluded that I no longer work there. So if you need to reach me, you can try to at (727) 321-7391, until I get my number connected or get a new one.

Any suggestions?

My phone is working again, and now I'm paying the same rate as all you other blokes. It was good while it lasted, and now I don't have to worry about it just shutting off one day, as I did prior to this. I have unlimited text messaging, so have at it.

(727) 798-0435

Wed, 12 Jan 2005 00:15:59 GMT

http://www.elasmo-research.org/education/evolution/size_megalodon.htm

The food chain.

Sat, 08 Jan 2005 20:31:19 GMT

Okay, It's 3 PM and I've been wondering if the mail had come yet or not, due to how late it is. I came home from work at around 1 PM, and there was no mail, however my parents were also missing in action. Typically our mail comes around 11 AM, but yesterday I left my house around noon and still no sign of mail. I came to the conclusion that the mail would have to come before the time my parents left the house for it to have been brought inside, which seems unlikely considering they leave around 9-10ish when they do go out. The flag was up, meaning that our mail hadn't been picked up, yet the fact is my parents could have put our mail in there after today's mail was dropped off, if it wasn't eady or they left after the mail came. I also remember seeing mail on the table that I wasn't familiar with, which could have been today's mail, but I remembered that yesterday I didn't see what mail came (aside from my mail, which was left on my desk for me), due to my working until eight and never looking at the kitchen table. This was mystery mail. Since going outside, however, my final verdict was that the mail had not come yet, due to the simple fact that our neighbors flags are also up.

Wed, 22 Dec 2004 09:53:43 GMT

Ladies and gentlemen...

I got a new jacket.

Mon, 20 Dec 2004 20:22:51 GMT

http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&ncid=1756&e=1&u=/041216/ids_photos_ts/r892719563.jpg

Tue, 07 Dec 2004 14:54:40 GMT

So what's this "life" thing all about anyway? I've had mixed feelings on it's purpose.

"There’s an absence. It’s small and hollow, the walls still wet from what once pumped."

Sat, 04 Dec 2004 12:38:43 GMT

What makes a good scene, you ask yourself. The first thing you notice is the coffee on the walls, wondering if it’s actually ply wood that paintings been affixed upon. To your dismay, you discover it is definitely not and walk away. You have to sit down of course, so you do, and this is when it starts. You find enchantment in the small things like the way her fingers grasp the cup or the way she holds it to her mouth. The way she talks about her possessions like they’re too good for her, when you know to the contrary that her very mentioning negates her feelings in their tracks, so to speak. She grabs things out of the air, like the conversations of others and makes them her own, putting her own spin on them, with her own opinions, and she does this with such an intensity that it makes you even feel guilty for being able to so genuinely call her beautiful or cute or lovely. You think that it can’t really be the fact that below all her intelligence and self confidence that she has the metaphorical pink underbelly; maybe it isn’t the fact she hides, or cowers, or can be coy. You think it can’t be the way her face was sculpted just so to be the shape it is in that it ends up fitting perfectly, in such a way that it would be silly to assume jealousy was nonexistent in close proximity; simply foolish. It’s all of these things and then it’s none of them, and it rises up so quickly and so carelessly that you can’t help but entertain certain thoughts that shouldn’t be entertained save by the professionals. You second guess them as you twirl them over and around, inside and out, then back once more so that they’ve been worked over and used. They don’t feel so new, or fresh, but they’re still exciting, and you still miss her. It’s funny, you think, and then you want to sleep, but it’s like those misplaced car keys that never seem to pop up when you need them, or the house key that seems to have fallen from your pocket after long trips. It’s something you can’t grab, not without force, so you do, like a madman, or a lunatic, and who could think less of you for it? It ends forcefully and alone, and it’s so bittersweet, but the sole fact that you realize this is tasty enough. It fills you more so than any dinner on the house ever could, but that isn’t without its own appreciation mind you, so in your haste, which in retrospect can only seem unwarranted despite going unnoticed, you just smile as you look back before you think to yourself, “hey, thanks…”

Fri, 03 Dec 2004 12:05:59 GMT

Okay, I saw this on Krystan's post, but thought it was a good idea, since some of you have been asking, and some of you might have no idea. If you have any interest in getting me something here's a short list of things that interest me:

Spider-Man 2 (needless to say, widescreen please)

Mulan Special Edition

Aqua Teen Hunger Force Vol. 3

The DC Comics Encyclopedia Hard Cover

Marvel Encyclopedia Volume 5: Marvel Knights

Marvel Encyclopedia Volume 6: Fantastic Four

Fire in the Sky DVD

(If you can find it...) X-Men: God Loves, Man Kills trade paperback.

Many of these things can be found on Deep Discount DVD (free shipping) or eBay or places like Amazon for cheaper than retail, no more than the $10-25 range. For some of you that might be too much, but if you do decide to get me something, comment and let me know, and I'll gladly return the favor if you hlp me out and give me a small list of items of interest; even if you don't give me a list, I'll still go hunting for something. It can be like a not-so-secret santa or something.

Fri, 03 Dec 2004 03:46:13 GMT

Jae Lee rocks my asshole. But then again, so does Batman I suppose.

Wed, 01 Dec 2004 10:52:11 GMT

blue stardust me (5:06:07 AM): QUICK top 5 celebrities you'd want at a dinner party
blue stardust me (5:06:14 AM): And ideal celebrity girlfriend.
blue stardust me (5:06:47 AM): You're not playing the game :-(
B for Bethlehem (5:21:09 AM): Ideal celebrity girlfriend = The only person I can think of, sadly, would be Angelina Jolie...
blue stardust me (5:22:39 AM): Aww I was hoping for someone more original. But I'll let that one slide, as I know if I become a celebrity, it'll be me.
B for Bethlehem (5:22:51 AM): What do you mean?
B for Bethlehem (5:22:54 AM): Oh, gotcha.
B for Bethlehem (5:22:56 AM): And of course.
B for Bethlehem (5:22:57 AM): ;-)
blue stardust me (5:23:13 AM): Dinner party?
B for Bethlehem (5:23:22 AM): Alive or Dead?
blue stardust me (5:23:25 AM): Either.
blue stardust me (5:23:39 AM): Certain people are everlasting.
B for Bethlehem (5:24:32 AM): Robert Rauschenberg, Miles Davis, Jean Michel, Jacques Louis David (Or Caravaggio, I'm not sure), and I'll say Angelina Jolie, in case we could hit it off.
blue stardust me (5:28:21 AM): Good choice on the dinner party, but Angelina might want some female company to go to the bathroom with?
B for Bethlehem (5:28:33 AM): She can go to the bathroom with me!
B for Bethlehem (5:28:41 AM): Duh.
blue stardust me (5:29:47 AM): But what about when she *actually* has to go to the bathroom. Thats a girl and girl activity. You can't lend her lipgloss. I'll have to come too. I don't know who I'm going to chat up while you're flirting with Angie, but DAVEEED sounds exotic.
blue stardust me (5:37:04 AM): I think the conversation at your dinner party will be more intellectual than at mine.
B for Bethlehem (5:37:28 AM): Who does yours consist of?
blue stardust me (5:37:59 AM): Bruce Springsteen, Francis Fukyama, Roberto Downey Jr, and the Olsen Twins.
B for Bethlehem (5:38:04 AM): ...
blue stardust me (5:38:15 AM): Robert
B for Bethlehem (5:38:19 AM): Rob, Francis, and Bruce are the only three acceptable answers.
blue stardust me (5:38:19 AM): haha not Roberto
blue stardust me (5:38:35 AM): I know you don't like the Olsens
B for Bethlehem (5:38:37 AM): If you wasted two of your spaces on the Olsen twins...
B for Bethlehem (5:39:18 AM): It's not even that I don't like them, they don't have anything remotely good enough to say to warrent wastint two slots of potential enlightenment at a dinner aprty!
blue stardust me (5:40:18 AM): I'm sure they'd be charming and they would make me look intelligent so I'd talk to the others. They could just giggle and look nice
B for Bethlehem (5:40:37 AM): I don't think the others would show up.
B for Bethlehem (5:41:17 AM): Man, Pip, with so many brilliant people out there, you choose the olsen twins. Not even one, but both of them...so they can sit there and giggle...which one is the coked out suicidal anorexic one again?
blue stardust me (5:46:48 AM): Oh I love them Frank there is nothing you can do about it and they're coming to my dinner party and if you're going to be rude to them then you're not invited!

Sun, 28 Nov 2004 05:59:12 GMT

Does anyone else find it funny, that in GTA: San Andreas, there's a sport store called Pro Laps?