Fuck a publisher. I think I brought this up once already, but if you can use copyrighted materials for educational purposes, then why not trademarked properties? Just do it and publish it on the web.
Draw any damn thing you want and post it on the web. I dare DC to sue me over a Superman comic aimed at teaching basic physics concepts to elementary school kids.
Not that I’m working on that idea… or am I?
Dorkiest thing I’ve said all day: “This is actually a slightly different orchestration.” In reference to the Superman theme, as it appears at the beginning of Superman Returns.
Brody crept closer to the glowing ghost pirate treasure chest. “SUPER RAD!” Brody exclaimed as he put his Go-Gurt into his pocket- carefully as to not spill any on his Billabong shirt, Etnies straight fit jeans, and of course his Heelys.
“maybe we should go, Brody” Landon nervously stated as the curtains in the Captain’s room caught a light gust of wind and wavered towards the boys.
“you’re such a baby, Landon. totally squeebo” Brody replied, annoyed at Landon’s complete uncoolness. as Brody stepped closer, he could hear a humming noise. “WHOA! maybe there’s an iPod in there! i hope so. then i’ll have 3 and i can let Erin borrow one after school when we go talk by the tire swing! that would be so chell!”
all of a sudden the room began to shake! the glowing ghost pirate treasure chest began to leak smoke and light! a HAND FROM THE INSIDE OF THE GLOWING GHOST PIRATE CHEST PUSHED THE LID OFF! a dude stepped out. he was big and muscular and had on cool clothes. “hello, Brody.” the dude said.
“how did you know my name?” Brody said radically.
“because i’m you from the future!” the dude said.
"***TOTALLY CHELL!***" shouted Brody.
Brody and Brody From the Future high-fived each other as they took turns molesting Landon.
tell me i can’t write a book for young boys… i need a Peabody already and i didn’t even finish the 1st page.
i’m callin Superman a straight bitch. I’m saying it don’t take much to pick up some heavy shit and as for him stepping to me you tell that dude he ain’t got the heart.
so i got assaulted at work (st. pattys day). i was doing security rounds and my front desk got a call about a noise complaint. i go to the room making noise and ask them to be quiet (it was 4am). before i even got halfway down the hall, i heard their room again.
I went back and asked them again. the person staying in the room apologized and said that everyone was leaving, so i waited at the door til they left. i followed them until they got to the elevator and i continued down the hall. i heard the guy start yelling, “something something pussy something something…” so i come back. im not even trippin abouthim talking shit, because its expected, but the fact that he doesnt have the common courtesy in a hotel at 4am to not yell is rediculous. I asked him not to yell int he halls and he puffsout his chest and says “you know, i hate it when you workout in the gym and people drop the weights and you have to tell them to be quiet.” i knew this was him trying to intimidate me, but i ignored it and just asked him to leave. his gf was in the elevator telling him to get in, and he started arguing with me. he asked me why he had to leave, and i told him that he wasnt a guest and that he was making noise. he said no. this is when i grabbed my walkie and called the front desk to call the cops. he then tried to snatch the walkie from me. he gets into the elevator and i go in too (i know bad idea).
he drops his back pack and his gf tells him to stop. the tone of her voice was pretty much “oh goddamnit not again…” so already knew he was trying to getme to want to fight him. i walk them out of the hotel to make sure they leave the property. when they get to thier ar, i pull out my phone to take a pic of his license plate number and this mother fucker sacks me from 4 ft away! he procedes to bash my head into the ground and punch the back of my head. his punches didnt really hurt, but then he put me in a rear naked choke. i had my fingers in his eyes, but i knew it was a wrap when i felt myself not getting any air. it didnt help he kept screaming “im gonna kill you!” in wrestiling, if youre gonna get pinned, why spend all that energy trying to fight back? so i went limp and played dead. he let me go, hopped into his car and i got up.
i didnt get his plate number, and the guest in the room who knew who he was, only gave the cops his first name. what can i do so i can sue the shit out of this guy? the cops dont have any information besides the guest who was stayinginthe hotel. can she be fined for widholding information? this dude really tried to kill me. i walked away with scuffed up knuckles, a swollen head and a hurt neck. he had the life lead and he ran the clock.
Sheeeit, I want to just fast-forward to 5pm already… the new Resident Evil is TODAY, apparently…that game sneaked up on me like Solid Snake in one of those cardboard boxes… then the Kingdoms of Amalur DLC should be out today as well…
In other completely random news… the spaghetti I made last night was incredible, despite having no parmesan or romano cheese to sprinkle on it. The great thing is how cheap spaghetti is… a box of pasta shells are still only about 1 dollar and change at most places, and the various sauces out there are still cheap as well, compared to most other food items… Ragu is still less than 2 bucks. The meat was Farmrich brand turkey meatballs; $5.88, and of course that bag will last for at least a few pots’ worth of spaghetti servings. So, the savings yesterday were good, since I also brought a canned “Progresso” meal for lunch at work yesterday.
I got 4 of these for my birthday. They are kind of like a booster pack of cards. Comes in a box, and the figure is inside of a silver bag. I got both Giefs, blue Guile, and blue Honda. I have to buy more of these.
