I would have to agree... and some other critical information...

Today's blog material was found by Shane at Questionable Content
Not that anyone in this blog ever speaks from experience, but how could this not be the case with two guys going at it? I'm amazed more haven't been caught in the act! And speaking of immoral behavior, how many preschoolers have you pile-drived today? Apparently, my lack of hesitation when it comes to fighting five-year-olds with punches, kicks, and other five-year-olds earned me the following score. Take the test here.


Not too bad in my opinion. What does however, scare, sicken, and depress me beyond all reason is my chances of surviving a zombie apocalypse. After having thoroughly read the Zombie Survival Guide and extensively playing Resident Evil games, I would have expected better from myself. Thankfully, there are several websites dedicated to the ever-present threat of an undead attack. One of the most well-done sites I have found is linked at the right side of the page, and offers everything from supplies to fortifications to weapons and vehicles. As for my chances of surviving the apocalypse:

Hopefully you lot will fare better upon taking the test. As for me, its back to the books in hopes of raising my score.

Peace!

Leaving... on a jet plane...

--To this blog entry, I dedicate the song "Jet Plane", performed by Eve6. Its in the playlist six songs from the bottom--

Ok, so maybe not on a plane, and certainly not outside of driving distance, but the feeling may as well be the same as one you might experience if your family decides to move you. Across the country. In between your sophomore and junior years of high school. You think its finally ok; you think the moving has stopped and that everything is under your control, but something you can't stop and don't even see coming takes those close to you and moves them away, as if spiting you for settling down in the same place for too long.

Come the new year, our numbers will shrink by two... most likely for a whole year... no more 1am taco bell runs, no more ahhnold noises, no four-hour Starcraft marathons, epic MK and DBZ battles, doubles tennis or racquetball, captain impersonations... No more sounds of baby seals being stomped, no longer can we win Apples to Apples with "Pumping Iron" or "Corvettes", no playing Halo and not having to worry about being awful at it... no shockball, cargasms, "mmmhhmmms", no one to help with push-pull doors, no one to Mazda watch with...

I guess all we can do is make the most of the time we have left...

I don't really know how to end this, I can't see straight right now anyway-

this sucks

a lot