2.6.09

The ONE Celebrity I Would Love To Fight...

Iron Mike Tyson... aka Mr. Nuttier-than-squirrel-sh*t

If I would fight ANYONE... it would be Mike Tyson.

I figure you only get one shot at fighting a celebrity, might as well go for the TOP.

Mike... you're not the best ever. You USED to be. You USED to be the most brutal and vicious champion there has ever been. No one USED to be able to stop you. There USED to be no one who could match you. Your style USED to be impetuous and your defense USED to be impregnable. You USED to be feroicious and you USED to want me heart. You USED to want to eat my children. Not now Mike, not now.

Let's face it Mike, you're washed up. I would totally dominate you. And this is a FIGHT, not a boxing match, so be prepared for some roundhouse kicks to the dome.

That is all.

And Mike, if you're reading this, I love you, please don't eat my inevitable children.

<3

aww.

31.5.09

DIALOGUEE (w/ 20 fave words)

Dave: flirtatious banana!
Dan: banana pulp!
Dave: clever!
Dan: truly.
Dave: ascendingly spirited?
Dan: somewhat ecstatic?
Dave: bamboozled!
Dan: victorious!
Dave: glockenspiel?
Dan: special.
Dave: tumbleweed?
Dan: fantasmic.
Dave: a panting plethora of constructiveness?
Dan: exactly!
Dave: quite.

19.5.09

My Favourite Possession!

My iPod.

This little piece of technology has provided me with countless hours of entertainment, insight, and comfort. Basically, it just RULES. I rarely leave home without it, even when going out with friends, family, and especially when gymming. Overall there's really much not to say about this thing other than my life wouldn't be complete without it... and it rules.

me.

What I'll be doing when I'm 75 years old...

HOPEFULLY, at 75, I will be one of those freak-of-nature grandpas, who run 10 kilometers every morning before hitting the weights and bench pressing their admiring grandkids. You know the type.... case in point: Jack LaLanne.

beast.
I also want to be one of those incredibly intimidating old farts that spend most of the day on their porch with a 1960s shotgun and a rockin chair, sippin black coffee, and telling the neighbourhood kids to screw off with my raspy, chain-smoking voice.

bad. ass.

Overall I think I'd make a pretty awesome 75 year old. And live a life full of sunshine, rainbows, and hummingbirds... with shotguns.

"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings."~William Wordsworth

The above quote is something I would typically agree with in most cases, however I do believe Wordsworth was slightly off in his simple definition. Yes, poetry, as it is known today, is renowned for the freedom and means of expression it grants the author. However, I believe poetry (ex. Shakespeare) was made for the sole purpose of entertainment to the readers (or, in this case, viewers). So while yes, poetry is an absolutely fantastic means of expressing oneself through literature, this is not all it's about, and it's important that any beginners to poetry beware of that common misconception and allow themselves to truly understand the talent it takes to write ten or more pages following a strict and certain rhyme scheme, for the means of entertainment, not solely expression.

This is all.

=)

14.5.09

24 HOURS TO LIVE... WHAT DO I DO?!?

OMG I'VE JUST BEEN TOLD THAT THERE'S ONLY 24 HOURS LEFT TO LIVE...
I'M GONNA...
I'M GONNA...
I'M GONNA STOP WRITING THIS BLOG! THERE'S NO TIME!
AAAAAAAHJGHGJGGHKHU>LG:OUIHDWPFHD"WSF
fg
sdugsdgf
digbdf'
gsd\r s]
tg
bn