OOOOoooooh welcome to the scary Halloween post. This video is one of the creepiest-but-not-trying-to-be-creepy things I've seen in a very long time, so it's pretty fitting for today. If anyone can somehow translate what is going on here, I'd appreciate it.
What's with the way Marge walks? That looks kinda uncomfortable. They did a pretty good job on the set design though, it actually kinda looks like the Simpson's house in that Spanish channel budget kind of way. The actor playing Homer is like not trying at all and the actor playing Marge is trying really really hard (especially with the walk, I mean who doesn't forget Marge's signature walk???). How come Marge holds Homer's beer mug like it's a cup of coffee?
But seriously, this thing is really weird and will most likely end up giving me nightmares. I don't understand how the audience can watch that and laugh so much when I'm crying so hysterically.
Tonight we're going out to one of those professionally done haunted houses. I probably won't be able to take pictures when I'm there, but you can check out the place's website at www.dungeonofdoom.com
I wonder if Homer y Marge de Los Simpson are going to be in the finale of the haunted house. That would be frightening.
So I guess during the Halloween season, the folks over at the Oakland International Airport don't have a whole lot of compassion for the passengers that are a little more weary about flying. Personally, I have no fear. At all. Of anything. I think, however, if I were afraid of flying, seeing Freddy Krueger plastered all over the check-in desk at Gate 24, the very first thing you see when you get off the escalator after security, I don't think my nerves about flying would be calmed at all. Nightmare on Elm Street is pretty much the first horror movie I ever saw. Actually I didn't see much of it: I was hiding behind the couch for a good 95% of the movie. Come on, I was 16 at the time (just kidding, 8). Anyway my point is Halloween is fun, but if people passing out or having heart attacks at the gate is the kind of thing that is bad for your business, you should probably ditch the idea of coating the little podium where they collect the boarding passes with fake blood.
But seriously, how awesome is that Freddy Krueger thing? Sure, it might be the wrong place to have it, but I think it's still pretty bad ass.
If only I hadn't recently titled an entry a Nightmare on Elm Street movie. It would've been totally appropriate here.
Also, in the airport, there was this security guy with the voice of Mr. T. and the looks of Dave Chappelle telling everyone what kinds of liquids can be brought and what can't and what kinds of bags they had to be in. The funny thing was he had written a whole rap about it and was just constantly rapping it and every sentence ended with "Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....". When people would come up and ask him specific questions, he'd just do the rap all over again. I mean, he had all the information he needed in it, so it seemed ridiculous but was actually pretty succinct.
I spent the past couple of days in Davis, visiting Annie. Last night we went downtown to the bars. It was pretty weird being back, even though I've only been away from Davis for 4 months. We went to Sophia's and Froggy's, which were both particularly empty for a Friday night. I was kind of disappointed because I was hoping I'd see at least one friend from college out last night, but didn't see any. I did however see this dog/fish hybrid swimming around in the fish tank at Sophia's. This fish and I are best friends now. Going back to Chicago tomorrow to start winter quarter (even though the winter season starts in 2 months).
Also, if you haven't been watching Heroes on NBC, now is the time to start watching. It's awesome.
Being a UC Davis alum, I am not normally one to hate on bikes or the bikers that bike them. But in this case, I think I will. If this were the crowded parking lot in my apartment complex, I would put that bicycle that is taking up a highly valuable parking space in the dumpster (which happens to be directly next to it) faster than you can say "Schwinn 10 Speed". I mean, there's a bike rack not 5 feet away. When someone parks their car in a space that you wanted, there's not a whole lot that you can do about it. But when they put a bike there, oh man. Even a little kid could pick that thing up and throw it in the street. Seriously, you're just asking for it.
"Oh, so apparently when your professor asks you a question, and there's 15 minutes of class left, 'Are you sure there's time?' is not the correct answer."
Rob and I have been friends since elementary school. I was in kindergarten and he was in 1st grade when the lamest friendship of my life (and only friendship of his) began. Since then, he hasn't changed a bit. I have of course: I actually act like a 22 year old. He's still the annoying 6 year old brat whose parents you would demand $150 of after a 3 hour babysitting job. Emphasis on the "baby" part.
You can be sure that every week, I'll be checking in with Rob on the law school front and bringing you just as moronic a statement as this week's. The statements might sometimes be taken out of context, but on most occassions they will only seem out of context. This is Rob, raw and in your face, with no discretion or common sense in his thoughts. How he has made it to nearly 24 years, the world may never know.
If for some reason you wish to contact him, just go to any seedy adult bookstore in your neighborhood and there's a pretty good chance you'll see him applying for a job there, maybe even a volunteer position.
This isn't going to be one of those "I hate my life." "Nobody likes me." "I wish people would notice me." cry for help without saying "help" blogs. I don't do that. I like to at least try to be funny, so if you think those kinds of blogs are funny, this isn't the place for you. If, however, you like blogs with cheesy horror movies for titles of entries, this is DEFINITELY the place for you.
I'm not going to do an intro post simply because the photo that goes along with this post describes me better than any words could ever do. I'm the badass on the right. My older brother Aaron is the T&C Surf Design wearing, red banana bike riding, no training wheels daring kid on the left. If it isn't already obvious, I was definitely the leader of this bike gang, because the leader always rides turqouise. The hunk of steel in the back is what was known in the 90's as a "station wagon". History is fun!
