Friday, February 24, 2006

Plus C'est La Même Chose

My Family Crest Well, the Adventures of Eemos and Draing has officially experienced Blogdom adolescence. That is, we have been memed by our next-door neighbor, Pickleness. While I anticipate with moistening jowls the benefits of Internet teenagemenship, I do not look forward to the cracking of voices and pads du oxy. Regardless, we shall persevere.

Occupational Hazards (Jobs)
  • Adventurer
  • Space Explorer
  • Mad Scientist
  • Receptionist (briefly)

Cinematic Excellence (Movies)
  • The Elephant Man
  • Transformers: The Movie
  • Short Circuit
  • Star Trek: First Contact ("And I will make them PAY for what they've done!")

Regions that benefited from my habitation (Homes)
  • Badasery (World 1-2)
  • Earth (World 1-1)

Cranial Atrophy (TV Shows)
Literacy (Books)
Doh-a-Deer (Songs)
  • Koji Kondo - Dark World Theme
  • Metallica - Master of Puppets
  • Wagner - Flight of the Valkyries
  • Franz Ferdinand - Do You Want To?
  • Ringo Shiina - 罪と罰 (Tsumi to Batsu, Crime and Punishment)

Final Destinations (Places I've been)
ManaSpace Dimensions (Websites)
Sustenance (Things I Eat)
  • Evil
  • Eggs
  • Fear of my enemies
  • Things made out of Eggs

I must now pass the meme flambeau to the next 4 lucky recipients. My lucky picks are Draing, Big Crazy John, I Want A Boy and snickerdoodles (how I love that word).
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Thursday, February 23, 2006

Sick Daze

My Family Crest I must apologize for my lack of presence lately, as I have been under the weather as you Earth people call it. Although, to approximate the suffering I've endured these last hellish 48 hours, the weather would have to consist of exploding toilets dropping out of the sky... onto the backs of your eyeballs. Waterbottle
I'm down with the sickness

As most invading extra-terrestrials are wont to do, I have neglected your planet's greatest defense against outer-worldly invaders. No, this defense is not your average sitcom, it's your copious stockpile of disease. Every orifice in my body is only now slowly recouperating from 2 days of misuse. That is, organs designed for input were most viciously utilized in a outputian fashion.

As not to succumb to my forebearer's fates, I needed to study the best countermeasures to these incursions. My now-patented Influenza Bug Annihilation/Resuscitation Formula was the result. You take 3 gallons of chicken noodle soup, add 2 boxes of saltine crackers, 3 cans of white soda and a dollup of Vick's Vapo-rub. Chickity China
It's the other white meat.

One can injest the potable upon each span of 6 hours or in the case of slumber-sleepery times, you can simply rub some upon your chest for inhalation purposes. If one continues to complain about their health condition after imbibing this concoction, then I submit that they probably have larger issues with which to contend.
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Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Poor Eemos
Draing's Favorite GradeApparently, Eemos has a bad case of the jimmy wizzets... I can hear his moaning all the way down the hall. His moans are very similar to his battle cry, oddly enough.

Here is hoping to a most speedious recovery.
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No Pun Intended

Draing's Favorite Grade I have to apologize in advance for the way that Eemos talks. I think that he does it just to get under my skin. I've never played a videogame with a guy that talks like that. Basically, what I'm saying is don't encourage him.
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Monday, February 20, 2006

Pitfallen, and I can't get up

My Family Crest Yesterday, I went outside to gather the mail; the postal derivation, not the 21st century version. Frontyard, ahoy!
That lawn needs some fertilizer

L'eau and behold, a murky swamp had accumulated on the otherwise immaculately manicured lawn. But was this the worst of the tribulations? Oh, Heavens! No! Three (not one or 1.5), but THREE reptilian monstrosities lurked in the wastes with only their scaly brows breaking the surface of the water. Immediately, my astute observation skills perceived that they were only able to open their festering maws to a preset angle and then abruptly close them again. What odd behavior. Perhaps a mating ritual? Evidence of a triplicate of grievous, debilitating injuries?

No matter! My only choice was to cross the murk using these strange, but yet still terrible creatures. I began my sojourn across their faces, when I discovered that I had made a chronological error! Lament! The beasts' mouths were about to open and snuff out my existence!! Thinking quickly, I balanced myself on the back of the second creature's head until they again returned their mandibles to a less bloodletting state. Three cheers for adaptability. What big teeth you have.
I used a 200mm lens at f2.0 to get this shot

If the fell beast would have but blinked, I would've been lost, LOST!, to the briny wastes of the 2 feet of water. What would've happened without my heroism? How much unsolicited mail would've gone un-recycled for more than 8 hours?
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