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Sunday, October 30, 2011
ZOMG
I miss this. :( I'm going to begin a regular post schedule. It's also going to be allllll Pat, all the time. So, now that I have a re-established posting lifestyle you can all expect the crazy to come in the form of posts anywhere from Monday to Saturday. I'll try to get three done a week, but I can't promise right not that they will all be on the same day from week to week. On the other hand, I smell chicken, so dinner must be going.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
MOOOOSEEEEEK
Monday, January 10, 2011
New Logo Images!!
Hipster.
Pat and Rich Talk About Life: Richard vs. the Spider Pig.
Pat Moore (5:15:04 PM): Richard vs. the spider pid
Pat Moore (5:15:07 PM): *pig
Pat Moore (5:15:29 PM): Pat and rich talk about life: rich vs. the spider pig
Pat Moore (5:15:36 PM): Let's do it.
Richard Smith (5:15:53 PM): Ok.
Richard Smith (5:16:14 PM): Right now?
Pat Moore (5:16:50 PM): Yes, starting like ten lines ago. lmao
Pat Moore (5:17:11 PM): So, Richard.
Pat Moore (5:17:15 PM): Explain to me again,
Pat Moore (5:17:24 PM): how that spider pig got onto your face.
Richard Smith (5:17:45 PM): Well you see,
Richard Smith (5:18:00 PM): I was just walking done the hallway at Scruffolk,
Pat Moore (5:18:21 PM): mhhmm.
Richard Smith (5:18:22 PM): With my orange hazard armor and my crowbar,
Pat Moore (5:18:35 PM): a necessity.
Richard Smith (5:18:59 PM): Suddenly this thing comes out of nowhere and I'm all the like: "ZOMG WTF IS THIS THING"
Pat Moore (5:19:09 PM): What valor!!!
Richard Smith (5:19:27 PM): And then he's all like "IMMA GONNA EAT YOUR BRAINZ"
Richard Smith (5:19:39 PM): (brb)
Pat Moore (5:19:44 PM): That is terrifying.
Pat Moore (5:19:59 PM): (ok. p.s. anything not in character should be in parenthesis)
Richard Smith went idle at 5:30:24 PM
Richard Smith came back from idle at 5:48:38 PM
Richard Smith went idle at 5:58:39 PM
Richard Smith came back from idle at 6:09:55 PM
Richard Smith (6:15:07 PM): (back)
Richard Smith (6:15:22 PM): Sorry I took so long
Richard Smith (6:15:25 PM): ()*
Richard Smith (6:24:09 PM): (Give me a call if you want to continue: NOT RICHARD'S PHONE NUMBER)
Pat Moore (6:35:49 PM): (hi)
Richard Smith (6:36:49 PM): (ok now where were we)
Richard Smith (6:37:29 PM): So I lift up my crowbar and I'm all like "Oh, no you don't".
Richard Smith begin (6:38:22 PM): And that's when I realize that I left my crowbar in my car and that I instead have a twig.
Pat Moore (6:38:35 PM): (wait a sec I'm looking for a vet for Shawn)
Richard Smith (6:39:03 PM): So then the fucker proceeds to latch onto my face and start to nom on my face.
Richard Smith (6:39:06 PM): (ok)
Richard Smith (6:39:24 PM): (What's up with Shawn?)
Pat Moore (6:41:32 PM): (he has to get a checkup)
Richard Smith (6:42:07 PM): (ok)
Pat Moore (6:44:28 PM): (because he's so fat)
Richard Smith (6:46:30 PM): (:3)
Pat Moore (7:13:37 PM): I can see, after all this time that spider pig still has one hell of a grip..
Richard Smith (7:15:46 PM): What does that even mean?
Richard Smith (7:15:48 PM): Anyway,
Richard Smith (7:16:03 PM): So I'm trying to punch him off my face.
Pat Moore (7:16:18 PM): I just meant that since it's still there...
Pat Moore (7:16:26 PM): But continue.
Richard Smith (7:16:36 PM): SHUP PAT IT'S STORY TIME.
Pat Moore (7:16:46 PM): .....Shup...
Richard Smith (7:16:47 PM): (Shut up)
Pat Moore (7:16:56 PM): (LMFAO I know)
Richard Smith (7:17:19 PM): YOU DO NOT SPEAK DURING STORY TIME.
Pat Moore (7:17:27 PM): -says nothing-
Richard Smith (7:17:49 PM): Anyway where was I...
Richard Smith (7:17:55 PM): Oh yeah
Pat Moore (7:17:59 PM): You had a twig.
Richard Smith (7:18:11 PM): So I'm beating the crap out of him.
Richard Smith (7:18:35 PM): And he's still nomming on my face.
Pat Moore (7:18:43 PM): mhmm..
Richard Smith (7:18:54 PM): So I take the twig and stab him with it
Pat Moore (7:19:01 PM): !!!!!
Richard Smith (7:19:17 PM): Only it goes right through him and I stab myself in the eye
Pat Moore (7:19:26 PM): Wait...
Pat Moore (7:19:40 PM): How is it that your twig can phase through solid matter?
Pat Moore (7:19:56 PM): Then manage to stab you?
Richard Smith (7:20:11 PM): Who's telling the story here?
Richard Smith highlighting (7:20:26 PM): That's beside the point
Richard Smith (7:20:37 PM): So.
Richard Smith (7:20:49 PM): My eye is bleeding like hell
Richard Smith (7:21:26 PM): And S.P. is flipping a shit about being impaled by a twig
Pat Moore (7:21:33 PM): Wait,
Richard Smith (7:21:37 PM): SO he's off my face.
Pat Moore (7:21:48 PM): -sighs-
Richard Smith (7:22:47 PM): So then after 2 hours of agony I say:
Richard Smith (7:23:11 PM): "Wait...why the fuck are we fighting each other again?"
Richard Smith (7:23:39 PM): To which he replies: "I honestly don't know good sir."
Pat Moore (7:23:44 PM): WAIT.
Richard Smith (7:23:54 PM): So then we agreed to bury the hatchet
Pat Moore (7:24:00 PM): Spider pigs DO NOT speak English.
Richard Smith (7:24:03 PM): Let bygones be bygones.
Richard Smith (7:24:06 PM): PAT.
Richard Smith (7:24:12 PM): SHUT UP.
Richard Smith (7:24:18 PM): STORY TIME.
Pat Moore (7:24:19 PM): EVERYONE knows they speak Icelandic!
Richard Smith (7:24:34 PM): I know Icelandic.
Pat Moore (7:24:41 PM): .....Uhm...
Richard Smith (7:24:51 PM):Don't ask questions.
Pat Moore (7:25:05 PM): I'm starting to doubt this ever happened..
Pat Moore (7:25:24 PM): If it wasn't for the fact that the pig is on your face..
Pat Moore (7:25:32 PM): Still.
Richard Smith (7:25:46 PM): So anyway we both shook hands and we both had a nice cup of tea and some crumpets and we both discussed modern political systems.
Pat Moore (7:26:04 PM): Ok I don't think this is legit.
Richard Smith (7:26:18 PM): He actually had some pretty good arguments for a socialist economic system.
Richard Smith (7:26:35 PM): So yeah.
Pat Moore (7:26:38 PM): He's a pig..
Richard Smith (7:26:46 PM): A spider pig.
Richard Smith (7:26:58 PM): Yes.
Pat Moore (7:27:01 PM): Alright yes, a spider pig.
Richard Smith (7:27:05 PM): Indeed.
Pat Moore (7:27:11 PM): Does he have a name, then?
Richard Smith (7:27:41 PM): Gregor von Bismark
Pat Moore (7:27:52 PM): Is that the English translation?
Richard Smith (7:28:01 PM): It's German
Pat Moore (7:28:13 PM): I thought he was Icelandic?
Richard Smith (7:28:26 PM): He was born in Germany
Pat Moore (7:28:32 PM): Ah...
Richard Smith (7:28:33 PM): But that's not the point
Richard Smith (7:29:40 PM): Last I heard he was on some kind of expedition in to Mt. Kilemonjaro
Pat Moore (7:30:05 PM): But...i can see him!
Pat Moore (7:30:11 PM): he's still on your face!
Richard Smith (7:30:44 PM): That's his cousin Jeffery
Richard Smith (7:30:52 PM): GOD PAT
Pat Moore (7:30:57 PM): Where is he from??
Richard Smith (7:31:10 PM): You think all spider pigs look alike.
Pat Moore (7:31:20 PM): I do, it's a bad habit.
Richard Smith highlighting (7:31:33 PM): That's specie-ism.
Richard Smith (7:31:39 PM): !!!
Pat Moore (7:31:47 PM): AHH!!
Richard Smith (7:32:04 PM): BAAAAAAHHHH!!!
Pat Moore (7:32:50 PM): (I'm getting juice)
Pat Moore (7:32:56 PM): (And probably coffee)
Richard Smith (7:33:05 PM): (Ahahaha)
Richard Smith (7:33:23 PM): (Can I get a slice of cheesecake and a bottle of water?)
Richard Smith (7:34:46 PM): (Brb)
Richard Smith (7:42:30 PM): (Back)
Pat Moore (7:42:52 PM): (Princess Protection Program is on next and I'm a dorky Demi fan)
Richard Smith (7:43:02 PM): (ordering a pizza)
Richard Smith (7:43:07 PM): (lolwut?)
Pat Moore (7:43:19 PM): (pizzaaa)
Richard Smith (7:46:33 PM): (I already ordered a pizza)
Richard Smith (7:46:45 PM): (Ahahaha, you think about everything)
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Woops.
Hello again readers of this oddly named blog. Since I still have not exactly decided where I am going with my whole segment quite yet; I figured I would continue the theme from my last entry over to this one, for some illusion of consistency. Overall what I have gathered from my last and only post is that I pretty much am a total asshole. This is actually believe it or not a new revelation to me, and I am sure there are a few individuals out there reading this whispering to their computer screens “It’s about fucking time.”
I intended to write a piece which detailed my “amusing” exploitation of an aim chat room website. But this has been proving a difficult task, for I hadn’t quite realized the magnitude of my asshole-ish-ness; the chat room antics that I have saved consist of about two and a half Ayn Rand novels worth of text.
Ayn Rand on her latest objectivist novel, "800 Pages Entailing Why You Should be Selfish and Not Care About Orphans."
You can read all about that next week though when I finally decide that I care more about entertaining who ever the hell even reads this, then about updating my facebook statuses with cryptic music lyrics vaguely relating to some women I am attempting to woo. And in case you were wondering how that’s going, it’s not at all.
I apologize for the vast amount of delays thus far that have plagued the development of this particular post (why am I talking about this as if it were some movie or higher work of literature?) It shall be finished tonight, I am currently simply editing and googling extra allusions I can throw in to make me look even more clever. Just know this my readers, that instead of writing the post you've all been waiting for, I was probably jerking off or something.
So now that you’ve got that nice visual in your head, here’s my official apology and something I’ll now start doing regularly.
Both are sort of experimental, funky electronic ordeals. Discovery is the solo project of the keyboardist from Vampire Weekend, and his LP is incredibly catchy and seriously infectious. Caribou on the other hand was formerly a mathematician who decided math was lame and became a musician. Definitely give both a spin. Highlights include "Odessa," "Leave House" and "Lalibela" for Swim; "Osaka Loop Line," "I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend" and "I Want You Back" for Discovery. Seriously don’t be discouraged by the seemingly pop vibe Discovery seems to instill at first. Trust me it takes that and distorts it into something pretty freakin' awesome. And yes I Want You Back is totally a Michael Jackson cover.
Know, my spectacular and beautiful readers, that I will finish writing within the next two hours or so. And also know that if for whatever reason not up sunday it is entirely Pat’s fault (totally scapegoating the blame here.) Until then, see you space cowboy(s)…
~Thom Oliver James Boody
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
My Journey with Slender Man.
Anyway..
It all started when I had a small group of blog teamers over for Christmas so we could celebrate (although it was near comical that the party was hosted by myself, a Jew.), and they, nearing the end of the gathering, decided that it would be a good idea to tell me about the series of youtube videos made by Marble Hornets. Mind you, these videos have achieved about 300k views each. It is hard to watch them one at a time, except for the fact that I believe new ones are still being made. We watched 30 back to back videos of the horror that is Slender Man. It took maybe an hour and change, but during this time I had (I want to say) five all out meltdowns, I broke a glass by knocking it off the table flailing and I screamed enough times that I'm honestly shocked that none of the neighbors called some kind of service thinking that I was being abused or something. In truth, I was. But by a tall thin man who wears a suit and has no face....and kills people.
I still sleep with the light on.
Then, in an effort to try to make me laugh about the whole thing they showed me a video that pokes fun at dear ol' Slendy. Take a look for yourself:
It failed miserably.
The next few things were just annoying. While waiting on line outside a club near to us we decided it would be a good idea to take pictures, because it would be funny. We took mostly normal ones, and then, HORROR.
FOUND YOU. FOREVER. |
The moment I realized I had done this I realized I would never EVER be safe again. |
It scared the crap out of me.
The last few days have been oddly normal, in the sense that my friends have calmed down about the joking, and I have had no more sightings to prevent me from sleeping. I would hope that if anyone has anything to add about this unfortunate chain of events that they would please comment. For all we know (since he poofs in and out of dimensions at will) no one is safe. We depend on each other for the knowledge that may one day stop this killer in his tall, thin, faceless tracks, and for that I applaud you, readers.
Be safe.
Hipster.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Something Boody This Way Comes
P.S. I'm not sure why the video is exploding off the page. I got a D+ in my programming class, even though that really means nothing since this has to do with html. I guess I just wanted to inform you all. All I know is that I'd rather be playing Okami than fixing it, so if anyone wants to do something about that, yeah have fun.
~Thom Boody
Monday, December 27, 2010
I don't know if any of you noticed, but I think it may have snowed a little the other day.
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Headline-wise it's been a fairly slow Monday, except that Hugh Hefner is engaged, yet again. The owner of the Playboy Mansion posted on his twitter page that he had given his wife-to-be Crystal Harris a ring for Christmas, then later confirmed it was indeed an engagement ring.
I'm purposefully making my opinion on this topic unknown.
There are many people in the world who think that that is a little strange, who will remain un-named but are mostly me.
I just saw this page on Yahoo! that features their opinion on the best and worst movie posters of 2010. I think it is dead on, so I figured I would share it with you. http://movies.yahoo.com/photos/collections/gallery/3140/the-best-and-worst-movie-posters-of-2010#photo20. This is a funny ass collection of posters, and the comments are really great. If anyone has anything to add, the blog team and I are going to start to highlight the best parts of 2010, over the course of the time between today and New Year's. Enjoy, all!
Hipster.