Today is the day that we celebrate the greatness of mothers, you know those people who help you when you’re down or yell at you for no telling what reason. To celebrate this day of remembering the greatness of mothers, here’s a clip from Heroes where Claire meets her own mother.
If you haven’t seen the movie I Am Legend, turn off the air conditioning under than rock of yours and check it out. The movie follows Robert Neville’s pursuit of (happyness) survival as the last man on earth. He pursued this sometimes the ol’ American way. WIth weapons. One of his main weapons in the movie, M4 Rifle, is now on sale in England…for $9000. If you’re that big of a fan of the movie, I say more power to you. Go ahead, buy it, and yell at your friend Fred and threaten to shoot him if he isn’t real. Here’s the link to the sale page.
Here are some great shirts based on the show My Name is Earl I found on the now sacred site Amazon.
This is a neat little site I found where you can type in any word like your name, and it give you your Rock Band’s name. I typed in my name, and here are some of the results I got:
Here is list, mainly inspired by mine and DS’s conversations, of the top ten things that will instantly make you cool. (James, take notes.)
You may have watched the Jim Carrey thriller a couple of years ago, entitled “The Number 23″. I have recently noticed I have been being followed, except by the number 27! My birthday is on the 27th of this month, James is on the 27th of November, my 8th Grade Math Teacher’s Birthday was on the 27th, Ulysess S. Grant and I share a Birthday, it is believed that Jesus Christ was baptized on the 27th. Multiple times in the day I come across the number 27, and it’s starting to get a little scary. I think I’m being stalked by this number. James, back me up here!
You may have read one of my more recent posts about me serving at my school’s Prom. For those of you who are wondering how it went (all 3 of you), here’s a little story to humor up your day. I got all spiffed up, gelled my hair, put on the standard white button up with solid black pants, and headed off to the rainy gym area. There I saw a few of my friends, this girl I hang out with, and the lead caterer, she explained all we had to do for the night. The night went pretty well, I was able to serve my two teacher tables well by laying out their salads, entrees, and desserts all while refilling drinks and helping others. Then the dance started, and they turned out all of the lights. My school’s Spanish teacher started to play “Peanut Butter Jelly Time”, and someone dropped a glass bottle of steak sauce. I played Mr. Heroic/Responsible and cleaned up the mess while warning others to not hurt their feet, along with that girl. They then started to play all of these rap songs, so I kindly asked the officer preceding over safety to shoot me in the head. I spilled some ice, but overall it went well. The people at my table even recommended I get a job at a fancy restaurant, calling me professional and polite. I got to talk to some old friends, including the other James who threatened to take off his pants if he didn’t get a better seating arrangement. He also warned me about my alcohol problem (inside joke). I would highly recommend serving at a prom seeing as I had a great time, and I might even serve at my own prom, although if I see her and her boyfriend, I might have to “accidentally” spit in his food.
James, I know you tried to write a pancake post, but instead I’ll do my own, that is if you consider this to count.
Just a little anecdote for you to calm you down from all of these big Summer movies, I thought I’d share a humorous little story, an anecdote if you will. Back in March I was in Nashville for a Convention, and for the second night of festivities there was a dance, at which hundreds of (loud, noisy, pandemonic) teenagers would come and have a good time. I already had my mind made up that I wasn’t going, and so did one of my roommates. That is, until we were the last ones there, everyone else except for two people from our group (out of 60) had left, and then he decided he would go. I stayed, I didn’t wanna go, I was gonna stay in, read, and watch The King of Queens before hitting the sack a little early. I then got to thinking, what if it will be fun, what if blah blah blah, so I then decided I would check it out, if I liked it, I’d stay, if not, I’d go back and enjoy Scrubs. I started to leave my room while profusely rubbing the left side of my neck (for those of you who know me I can be a nervous person). I rubbed it until I started to go up the escalators, a few yards from the dance center. I had been rubbing while walking for about 10 minutes, and apparently these girls behind me had been behind me the whole time, so they asked, “Is your neck OK?!??!?!?” I turned around, looked at them, said “Yea, nervous habit” and got onto the escalator. Long story short, I got to the dance center, it was really loud, they were playing this rap music I didn’t really like, and it was loud, (whenever they played a song where everyone was supposed to jump up and down, the floor vibrated), and I decided to leave, enjoying some Jay Leno in the peacefulness of my Game Informer.
Here are a trio of great videos from what I like to call the Web.
After the destruction of the Empire, the Emperor didn’t die, but he instead had to go find a new job. This chronicles his job hunting…skills?
The next is a very serious doctor confrontation with a man about his mother’s obesity.
The third and final is the teaser trailer for Sonic Unleashed. Kinda showing off the werewolf side of Sonic, the second is gameplay trailer.
