Friday, September 28, 2007

EDIT: Mom wanted me to make some signs for our cafe. This is the one I made for the bathroom. =)

This is how exciting my economics class has been.

It's more exciting than math, however. And I'm not doing so well at gwaulfing, but at least it's fun. It feels good to swing a big iron stick and smack a ball a bazillion yards away into a tree, or a golf-ball scooper truck, or a bird.

I'm going to try and buy some keytar attire while the costumes are out and about.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

I heard a rumor that Enter Blue is featuring a cover song on their upcoming album "This Lighter Road". ...This cover song, to be precise...

Average Girl - By Barlow Girl (covered by Enter Blue)
So what I'm not your average girl
I don't meet the standards of this world
Chasing after boys is not my thing
See I'm waiting for a wedding ring

No more dating
I'm just waiting
Like sleeping beauty
My prince will come for me
No more dating I'm just waiting
'Cause God is writing my love story

Boys are bad that's certainly not true
'Cause God's preparing one for you
If you get tired waiting till he comes
Gods arms are the perfect place to run

Sleep that's the only thing
For me 'cause when I sleep Gods
Preparing one for me

I don't know if I should point and laugh, or wait in anticipation.
Today on The Bwian Bwian Show™, we have a poem discovered by my youngerly sister Bethany. This poem is totally about me. Like it's kind of scary.

Maybe Dats Your Pwoblem Too - By Jim Hall

All my pwoblems
who knows, maybe evwybody's pwoblems
is due to da fact, due to da awful twuth

I know. I know. All da dumb jokes:
No flies on you, ha ha,
and da ones about what do I do wit all
doze extwa legs in bed. Well, dat's funny yeah.
But you twy being
SPIDERMAN for a month or two. Go ahead.

You get doze cwazy calls fwom da
Gubbener askin you to twap some booglar who's
only twying to wip off color T.V. sets.
Now, what do I cawre about T.V. sets?
But I pull on da suit, da stinkin suit,
wit da sucker cups on da fingers,
and get my wopes and wittle bundle of
equipment and den I go flying like cwazy
acwoss da town fwom woof top to woof top.

Till der he is. Some poor dumb color T.V. slob
and I fall on him and we westle a widdle
until I get him all woped. So big deal.

You tink when you SPIDERMAN
der's sometin big going to happen to you.
Well, I tell you what. It don't happen dat way.
Nuttin happens. Gubbener calls, I go.
Bwing him to powice, Gubbener calls again,
like dat over and over.

I tink I twy sometin diffunt. I tink I twy
sometin excitin like wacing cawrs. Sometin to make
my heart beat at a difwent wate.
But den you just can't quit being sometin like
You SPIDERMAN for life. Fowever. I can't even
buin my suit. It won't buin. It's fwame wesistent.
So maybe dat's youwr pwoblem too, who knows.
Maybe dat's da whole pwoblem wif evwytin.
Nobody can buin der suits, dey all fwame wesistent.
Who knows?

Monday, September 24, 2007

We had another Wenatchee Trip of Doom™ yesterday. It was amazing!!

Here are the results.

And this one is for you, Elyse. I totally pushed that button.

Friday, September 21, 2007

This is interesting. I'm intrigued by the reaction this man gets from the guy who approaches him. It looked like a small picture of a Bible scene when you read about things like when Stephen was preaching and finally the people covered their ears, screamed at the top of their lungs, dragged him outside, and stoned him. This isn't nearly that intense, but as I watched this movie and a few others, you can definitely see similar reactions in people as those that Stephen got. Many of the street preachers I saw seemed a bit foolish in that they just argued and stuff, but I like this guy because he just stands there and shouts out the gospel and quotes scripture, not even stopping to get into any foolish arguments. I don't know, it's interesting. He's got courage though, that's for sure. =)

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Here, have
some late night
bad quality
pictures and stuff.


Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Few may remember this, my parody of The Raven. For those who don't, just know that all the things becca says here are
things we used to say
back in the day
when we used to play
on IRC, hey hey.


the becca - A Parody by Brian Bridges

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I chatted, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of unfinished chores,
While I chatted, keys all clacking, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my house front door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my house front door--
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate quizzing member talked of school, what a bore.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From chat rooms surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Coryz0r--
For the man in the metnal haven who myself named Coryz0r--
Insano here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my house front door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my house front door;--
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was chatting, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my house front door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door;--
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the weird word, "Coryz0r!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Coryz0r!"--
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a noisy clutter,
In there crawled a stately person of the metnal days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made she; not a minute stopped or stayed she;
But, with mien of lord or lady, stood there at my house front door--
Standing expressionless, grinless, scowless, stayed there at my house front door--
Stood like that, and nothing more.

Then this funny person beguiling my mad fancy into smiling,
By the weird and strange decorum of the countenance she wore.
"Though I know not how this can be, thou," I said, "art sure no pansy,
Crazy strange and good friend person who came to me, a daily IRCer--
Tell me what thy lordly name is you who are a strange night lurker!"
Quoth the person, "becca merker."

Much I marvelled this ungainly person to hear discourse so plainly,
Though her answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing this mysterious nightly lurker--
Being or beast just simply standing there at the door of a daily IRCer,
With such name as "becca merker"

But the person, standing lonely at the house front door, spoke only
That one word, as if her soul in that one word she did outpour.
Nothing further then she uttered--not another word she stuttered --
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before--
Soon like Cory, she will leave me, as is obvious I'm a f00"
Then she said, "HA SPITE YOU!"

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so loudly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what she yells is her thoughts spoken so true,
Thought up by some mind of insanity, this seems like some odd plotted plan to me
Is she sent by my mom for not doing my chores, for I have been a lazy worker--
I do hope she has mercy on this poor distracted IRCer
Has mom sent this 'becca merker'?"

But the person still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of becca's shoe.
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous being of f00--
What this odd, strange, staring, silly and super being of f00
Meant in yelling "HA SPITE YOU!"

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the being whose staring eyes now made me wonder what's in store;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
I also thought of Coryz0r

Then methought the room grew darker, transformation like Peter Parker
Clouds blocked the moon and stopped the steady stream of light it'd pour
"Blast," I cried, "my mom hath lent thee,--by the night time she hath sent thee
Punishment shall now come fourth from my memories of undone chores!
Why did I spend the entire day chatting with that Coryz0r!?"
Quoth the becca, "Indeed. Your your!."

"Weirdo!" said I, "thing of madness!--crazy still, if sane or metnal!--
Whether mom sent, or whether you just wandered over here like a f00,
Making me nervous, weirded out, by the mysterious things you shout--
In this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, truly true--
Are you, are you sent by mom?--tell me--tell me, so I'm no f00!"
Quoth the becca, "You, head you."

"Weirdo!" said I, "thing of madness!--crazy still, if sane or metnal!--
By the mom that maybe you went to--by that mom we both know sent you--
Tell this soul with sorrow at stake, if you're even from Moses Lake,
Did mom send you to bring judgement upon me for chatting with Cory like a f00?--
I must know or I shall burst, now please answer me tell me, you!"
Quoth the becca, "Mwehee, woo.."

"Be that word our sign in parting, being or fiend," I shrieked upstarting--
"Get thee back into the night and through the window, becca merker!
Leave nothing behind as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my chattingness unbroken!--you are metnal that's for sure!
Take thyself from out my house, and watch out cuz my dog sheds fur!"
Quoth the becca, "Dogs smell. Drrrrr."

But the becca, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the chair in which I gave her, just there at my house front door;
And her eyes have all the seeming of a bored girl who's daydreaming,
And the lamplight o'er her streaming throws her shadow on the floor;
And my mind wondering what is happening ponders all my undone chores
I'll talk to Cory--nevermore! :'(

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

6 more spaces left on the doom track before the beast awakens to destroy me.

Translation: School starts next Monday

Monday, September 17, 2007

(wow a p.s. at the beginning of an entry. Didn't see that one coming.)

I'm drawing a DWAGON!! This is all I have thus far. I think he's a cutie-pie. Maybe I'll name him when I'm done.


Sunday, September 16, 2007

Today Bethany and I decided to rename our pets. We named her cat Nose Head Nose and we named my dog Mystical Vulture. I.....don't know why.

Also today, I kicked a ball across the living room and it hit a glass of water that was sitting on the coffee table...and it didn't even knock the glass off the table or anything, it just shattered it right there. It was cool. And unfortunate. >_<

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Long Version:
Today I bought a 20' midi cable and strap locks for my keytar. In order to get the strap locks on, I had to take off the previous strap buttons and one came right off, but the other one's screw would just not come out and I was getting really frustrated. So very reluctantly and nervously, I unscrewed everything and took the front plate off my precious $525.00 honey lamb, and very carefully took out some plates and things to get down to that stupid screw. I found a nut on the other side that was holding it in (why the h*ck??) so I took it off, put my strap lock on, and sewed my $525.00 patient back up reassembled the rest of the keytar putting it back as I found it. Thankfully, I got it all back together and it works fine, and as a BONUS, the sustain button that wasn't working before now works perfectly. h00ray!!

Short Version: I got a 20' midi cable and strap locks for my keytar. And I got the sustain button to work, because it was messed up before. h00ray!!

Friday, September 14, 2007

I accidentally just typed in and it took me to this site about salvation and why the Bible is true and stuff. o_O
Oh my gosh, the Weird Al concert was sooo good! Those guys are super talented and he was pretty hilarious throughout the entire show. And he had a new costume for like every song. Also, for their encore, they played his 11.5 minute long Albuquerque song. It was great!

And stuff.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Mom wanted me to dismantle a counter. Seemed simple enough. The first thing I did was I knocked over a coffee pot and as I went to catch it (which I successfully did), I sliced my little finger open on something. It blooded a lot and hurt like a doodle. After that I preceded to smash my knee against the fridge, pinch my finger between the same fridge and another counter, and finally, I knocked over the same coffee pot that had caused my finger to get sliced, and it fell and shattered all over the floor. As I was taking the pieces out to the dumpster, a large chunk fell out of the garbage can and crashed to the alley road below, so I had to sweep that up too. Then as I continued to dismantle the counter, I ripped a glued piece off and tore out a chunk of sheet rock out of the wall. Finally after I thought I was through with all this bad stuff, I picked up a shelf and ran a screw end across my leg and it blooded too. In fact it's still blooding. It was fun!

Now I must go to a Weird Al concert in Spokane. Bye!

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Wow....soooo I think Project 86 should stick to music and not judging movies, because this actually hurt to watch. Seriously, I almost couldn't sit through it. It was very amateur. I remember making reverse movies with my webcam when I was like 14 that looked better than this. Most of the other fans that posted were unhappy with the decision too. =\

*sigh* Anyway yeah...this was the winning video.

In other more happier news, I'm borrowing my brother's Warlock guitar and it's sweeeeet. And I'm going to a Weird Al concert at the Spokane fair tomorrow. AmeliOSO saw him tonight and said he was pretty great, so I'm looking forward to it.

AND FURTHERMORE, ummm...I don't know. I saw a black widow today.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

=) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =)

And one more... =)

Thursday, September 06, 2007

I really don't know what to all happened so fast and nobody is really sure why or how. All I can really tell you is...Bethany and I are weird.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Which Disney Princess are you???

Far-off places, daring sword fights ... a prince in disguise ... Belle longs for so much more than a "normal life". Your adventurous and outgoing! Despite personalities and looks, your on the right path to find your prince!
How do you compare?
Take this test! | Tests from Testriffic
The last post was my 666th post on this blog. >_<

And now, a message from Brian and Cory...

Drugs is Bad.

Yes, they is. Drugs is bads beyond every. Agree?

"I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to too." -Mitch Hedberg

Mitch am died. Hence, drugs is bads. Childrens don't. Or ELSE.

Drugs is so bads, drugs makes death be!

Drugs can makes people have crazy!

"I'm not as think as you drugged up I am...^_^ jk jk"

Dugs makes persons say like the sentence above!

Drugs too even also!

Drugs have makes you sees pink elephants!

Drugs can lose the toys of childs! They is so bad!!

Drugs makes you mortgage become in millions! Drugs is crafty...

Some person probably's saying, "My friend do the drugs and he is died now!!"

Drugs can makes your money be or go but the end has them left you cw*p.

P.S. Water's so cool.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Brian (about our cafe): Are we going to wear hats?

Mom: You just want a chef's hat

Brian: *silly grin*

Bo: Only Brian. People have been trying for years to get rid of those, and it's people like Brian that ruin it for everybody.

Monday, September 03, 2007

Battle of Teh Bloggers™, Command Thee picture...

"A command to teh Braianz! I command thee to take a picture of thyself charging into imaginary battle with a trash can lid as your shield and a plunger as your sword!" -Father Cory


And as a cweepy bonus...

And now, Cory, I Command Thee to photoshoot thyself performing...AN AMAZING BALANCING ACT!!! (please be balancing on something while also balancing at LEAST 3 to 5 other things on you, but the more the pwninger.) HA! XD -Bwian
I'm sitting here at the store because mom told me I had to work this morning, buuuut nobody is here... ¬_¬


oh well, I'll play on the Internet.

So anyway, two strange girls were calling me yesterday, but I was away so I was having Manservant answer the phone for me. Maaaaan, you should've heard him trying to relay me those messages. It was so funny. He was singing songs, and talking about druggies, and laughing like a girl, and I just sat there the whole time like, "O_O"

Saturday, September 01, 2007

If less stuff sucked, the world would be a better place to live. I actually like it here, but I could sure do without the sin and garbage. HI! Did you know that I went to Spokane today? It was adventurous. The highlights were as follows...

  • I found a Muslim praying mantis in a parking lot, and he got smooshed by a car
  • Mom dropped a really heavy set of school lockers on her toe and it took every ounce of energy she had to keep from turning into The Hulk
  • I screamed like a girl when I found a wasp the size of a tarantula crawling on my leg as we were riding in the van. I think he's still in there somewhere. I'm either going to spray the whole thing with a can of Wasp Assassin™ or not drive it again for 3 years.
  • I ate Italian food and Mexican food at the same time.
  • I bought a Fantastic Four (logo) shirt at this amazing store which was full of nothing except SUPERHERO STUFF. It was my dream store. It had no name though, which was really strange.