ImEarly climbs the stairs... early.
Monday, 11 April 2005 00:10:08

I don't do normal, so here are the rules. # 1: That which is voted the most, is what I will write next. # II: Don't bother correcting the grammar and spelling mistakes that [b]I will[/b] make. # C: If you read it, vote. # #: As long as you are willing to vote, I will be willing to write. Remember, humor is always a bonus.

Yes im proud...I just made a Whedon Connection!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, 11 April 2005 03:42:40

So recently my boss told me that I am to start work on cutting a feature. A little movie called the Novice. I had heard of if from the movies producer, he and I are old friends. Anyways. I start cutting and come across Frank Langhella, Alan Arkin, Jacob Pitts...great cast. Very talented. Then there's the female lead, Amy Acker. Not really knowing her work [whedon fan, just not into vamps], I imdb'd 'er and saw that she was on angel for 3 seasons. My brain begans spinning...i wonder if I can get murray to get her to get me inside. Slide my pilot to Mr. Whedon, if for nothing else to at least be shot down by a master.

What I Say, As Opposed To What I Think 2
Monday, 11 April 2005 16:28:09

You know the drill! At Work: My Boss: "Where you been?" Me: (Quick! Think up a lie and say anything besides at the mall) "At the bank." At Home: Random Husband of One of My Wife's Friend: "What this?" Me: (Not this shit again!) "Firefly." Random Husband: "What's that?" Me: (The best goddamn show EVER) "Its complicated." In The Restroom: Random Person: "Phew! It stinks in here." Me: (What did you want? The smells of a bakery. Its a lavatory!) "..." (I don't make it a habit of speaking to people in the bathroom) At Home Depot: Paint Salesperson: "So, what are you going to do with this?" Me: (Drink it, like right now.) "Umm..paint the living room." At Red Lobster: Waitress: "Where on earth did your kids get that color hair?" Me: (Like I haven't answered this six thousand times. What do you expect me to say, these aren't my kids?) "My mother, my grandfather, and my uncle are redheads." On The Phone: Telemarketer: "Your last name is Barks? What, like a dog?" Me: (Nope) ---dial tone--- At Home Again After Putting in a DVD: My Wife: What's this? Me: (What? You can't wait ten seconds to see for yourself?) "What? You can't wait ten seconds to see for yourself?" At Home With My Daughter: DaughterWithPez: "I wasn't talkin' to you, Daddy, I was talkin' to Mommy?" Me: (With any luck, this relationship will continue well into your adolescence) "Go to bed." At Home With My Son: Lil'ManWithPez: -very loudly in front of company- "My FARTED DADDY!" Me: (Oh, I'm so proud of you!!!) "Actually, son, that was me." See, no one escapes the daily sarcasm. To be honest though, I wonder sometimes what my wife and children are thinking before they answer me sometimes. Then, I come to my senses.

*is happy* (or, the continuting misadventures of Ebo and Ice Cream Guy
Monday, 11 April 2005 23:10:59

So, um, probably ya'll wont understand, because we have, by now, safely established that Ice Cream Guy is a fucktard. (Ex-ice cream guy actually, he quit Coldstone). Anyways. He asked me to prom. Which is really shiny as he is a Senior and I'm only a Sophmore so i get to brag like crazy over this. Also, he's popular. I'd be willing to bet vital parts of my anatomy that there are a bunch of girls who are thinking, "I wish he would ask me to prom." But he didn't ask them. He asked ME. *gloats* (shut up grey...gray?...no its grey..no its...crap...Shut up Jedi.) Well, only problem is that it might become a big deal that he asked me. But too damn bad. Except now I hafta buy a dress. Which means I gotta go shopping. Which is sort of a bummer. Anyways. I needed to share. *skips off with joy in her heart and a spring in her step*