I had to read over that entry two times before finally realizing that it said planets instead of "plants". I was mad because I thought that I was going to be some plant keeper in the future, instead of doing something awesome. So now, all is well. I am the PLANET collector.
Hey you guys, did you know that in the future, Team FUN! rules the world? It's nice [yes please admit him Ms. Farian , I'll just be a minute]. The smaller countries do whatever we say!
Judah and Adam are the Presidents of the World, Swifty is the Head of Alien Policy, Alex is fighting a war against evil in the Far Reaches of Space, Leah collects planets, and Nickd is running the FUN! political machine. Everyone else has important Jobs too, but I can't be expected to keep tabs on everybody; we have over 100 members you know, throughout the Known Universe.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have an important meeting with the Prime Minister of England.
For the love of God, Adam, archive! This page has gotta be over 200k now.
Also, Floyd, in case no one mentioned it to you, only Ariana is allowed to time-travel. Alex did it once and got into trouble... IN THE PAST.
So you would think that, given my already pretty damn incredible lips, the addition of strawberry chapstick would make me pretty much the most desirable man that ever lived, right? I mean, hey, kissing me is like kissing a strawberry, well known to be the sexiest of fruits. Plus, kissing me is already like getting 10,000 volts of DC applied directly to your face, but in the good way.
Unfortunately, this does not seem to be the case. I fully expected the women to be lining up to ride the tidal wave, as it were, and that line failed to materialize. I dunno where all the normal girls went, but i guess overnight this state became populated with girls who aren't interested in beautiful, shiny, strawberry lips.
The world looks more beautiful today. The frost on the grass in the morning glistens more brightly, the sun on my skin is more pleasing, and furry animals seem softer.
This can only mean one thing: I have finished filling out and sending every single one of my college and sholarship applications, letters of recommendation, and transcripts...FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.
And I thought my life was fun before. Now, people! To the mountains! Snowboarding every weekend!
i must say that i carry a heavy heart in the knowledge that floyd has fallen to the whims of a grammatically correct society. i can only hope that stuart has the courage to persevere, [because i'd sure like an armband.] for the time being, i may only dream of the day when all words shall be treated with equal respect; no one word shall rise above the rest in the dominant practice of capitalization. viva la lowercase!
A newsletter has been sent to you all via electronic-mail. Please be sure to check your email for said newsletter... well newsletterS, because I am a fool and messed up.
If you recieved no such newsletter, please contact Judah and I so we can get you a copy of the newsletter.
Team FUN! is saddened to announce the resignation of Mr. Chris Monroe. Both Mr. Monroe and the Team FUN! Administrative board agree that his style was dissonant with that of the majority of the members, and while that is not always a bad thing, in this case it served as a distraction.
Mr. Monroe will be missed as a regular contributor. He writes for his own page at www.chrismonroe.f2s.com.
In other administrative news, a number of hazing assignments sent out on the 10th of January were not submitted at all, and there are currently no legitimate assignments out, so there will likely be no new members for a while yet.
Thanx Adam, I was also perturbed by the scrollbar that my entry caused, therefore, I completely support your effort, and hope that the fair citizens of Fun shall do the same!
Chris... as charmed as I am by virtually any attempt to attack traditional writing styles directly in the knees, I am irritated to no end by horizontal scroll bars on websites. Your pseudo-revolutionary strike against the beloved spacebar caused such a horizontal scroll bar in my oh so lovely 800x600 screen resolution, and that bugged me.
So I'm excercising/abusing my right as Team FUN! Administrator to edit your entry just a tad so that it no longer causes this problem. Surely, you understand.
Chris, about your not using any space bar idea. What a clever and witty thing to do! Actually, funny thing is, my friend and I used to do that. We would message people with no spaces and say that our space bar had gave way and wouldn't work. What fun we had!
Good afternoon fellow chocolate lovers! I hope you all enjoyed your Toblerone from last time. And I hope you are all ready for this week's feature: Whatchamacallit
I'd never tried the Whatchamacallit chocolate bar before, mainly because the name is so damn unappetizing. But I thought it make a good subject because I'd never tried it before, and it remains a relatively untried candy.
I found the Whatchamacallit to be quite tasty. However, what chocalate-covered caramel, cookie, and peanut butter bar wouldn't be tasty? In truth, I think the Whatchamacallit is a cheap imitation of the higher quality Reese Sticks. At first I thought, "What a blatant and pathetic rip off."
However, after extensive investigation on the behalf of your faithful reporter (I turned the wrapper over), I discovered that the Hershey's corporation makes both candy bars.
You thought you were being loyal to some imagined Reese's Corporation (hopefully owned by Grandaddy Reese), but in reality it is just a subsidiary of the giant Hershey's conglomerate. Live in ignorance no longer my friends.
Another interesting fact: Reese Sticks weigh a total of 1.5 oz, while their rival Whatchamacallits weigh 1.7 oz. So...umm.
Shame on you. I love my capital letters, and I want to use correct punctuation and grammar. It's my right as a citizen of these United States. Without proper capitalization, The Beast would be loosed from its eons-old prison. And that would mean the destruction of Earth as we know it.
Now, for something completely different. An avant-garde play.
Man 1: Hey, what's that thing there? Man 2: It's...DISCOMFORT!
On the one hand, I've always been in favor of sticking it to the man, but on the other, I can't handle an endless string of lowercase characters. Naturally I don't know where to come down on this whole capitalization/bastardization-of-a-perfectly-good-language issue.
There are lots of issues that I am very clear on, however, and I would like to use this forum as a medium for my propaganda:
I am very pro-meatball. Spaghetti is great, but the meatballs add a whole new dimension. The whole drama of "On Top Of Spaghetti" is gone if we don't feel the tragic loss of the meatball. Meatballs make the ideal food-missiles, too. They hold their shape as you accelerate them to launching speed, and they disintigrate in a red blotchy wonderful mess when they strike a hard target.
I am very anti-tuna. I know that will strike many of you as a radical belief, but I have my reasons. Tuna are discriminated against. People like dolphins because they have been in a sitcom. Tuna get the shaft. So don't eat any more tuna. Plus, it tastes like fooch.
i'm happy to be able to join your movement! i've pushed it a little further by stopping the capitalization of the date (seen above). if there were lower case numbers, i'd use them, but as of press time, they did not exist. i'll work on armbands, and posters!
HELP! Somebody quick cure me of the deathness I seemed to have acquired and cannot shake. It can best be described as scurvy, syphilis, the bends, or fake plastic trees (I am well aware now that the last one is the lamest thing I have ever written, but I am delirious so give me a break). Anyway, to cure me I assign.......the new guy?
Well, for those of you that don't know, which is most likely all of you, I broke my arm about 5 weeks ago snowboarding in Canada. Breaking one's arm sucks for many reasons, but under no condition did it suck so bad as on this particular occasion.
Thanks to my gimpy arm, I had to go "on leave" from my job as a busser at a local restaurant and consequently I have found it difficult to scrounge enough cash for the staples of the decadent life I lead. I'm speaking of course of gas, and food.
Anyway, I found myself late for something or other and rushing out the door. I get into my car and lo and behold the needle is far below the empty line. There is no question, I need gas, but all I have is some small change in my ash tray. Yet, I have no choice. I must sheepisly place a small pile of change on the counter at the gas station, which the gas lady glares at before starting to count.
And so I stood there, a murderous line starting to form behind me as I waited for the woman to painstakingly count that mess of loose change.
A few things to keep in mind as you venture into the day:
I like cheese. It is good. Cheese can fly.
Don't eat frogs. It makes them sad. Especially on Tuesdays.
Hi, I'm a dyslexic monkey. My friends call me Bananaman. But I spell it Namananab.
When in doubt, eat at trout. Or, if you prefer: "When in doubt, drink a glass of water, then you won't be thirsty anymore." that one comes from a friend of mine, but I cant remember who, sorry.
Brushing your teeth is a good idea, but please, whatever you do, don't try to brush your tongue.
Lather Rinse Repeat, must be done in that order, or results may vary.
Make good use of this vital information, many slow fat kids died to bring it to you! Oh, and hello to this floyd guy....
It has come to my attention that Toblerone is not from Sweden, but is in fact from Switzerland.
However, I stand by my premise that everything good comes from Sweden.
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Anyway, I was just talking with our sweet sweet Alex just the other day about a short movie script my friends and I had written sophomore year in which the villain is named "Don Toblerone" (like the candy.).
Now, for those of you who have been visiting my website for as long as I've had one, you may remember I had this script up on the site for some time. Then, when I redesigned, I removed that file from my server. THEN!... when I reformated my hard drive, I didn't back those files up.
As luck would have it, the old server on which I kept this file remains still in tact (although, i stopped paying for this service a long time ago..). So I retrieved the file before it was too late.
And so, it is with great pleasure that I present to you - "Talk Cat"
Maybe someday I'll get the right hardware and get the actual movie "Talk Cat" up on the internet.. it's one-thousand times funnier on film than it is in script...
Welcome, Floyd. You like good music. Congratulations.
You and I have much in common, Floyd-man. I, too, am a chocolate taster. Unfortunately, my palate is not nearly as refined as you. In fact, my abilities extend only as far as being able to discern whether an object is chocolate or not. I have enclosed some of the results of my scientific experimentation here:
"This Side of Paradise" by F. Scott Fitzgerald: not chocolate.
blank CDs: not chocolate.
Sprite can (aluminum): not chocolate, but tasty in its own way.
dirt: unable to tell. The color points to it being chocolate, but the taste says otherwise.
kittens: not chocolate. BETTER than chocolate.
chocolate: chocolate.
I know. I'm not as good as you, Floyd. But I'm trying! Off to go eat some more kittens.
Judah, Monday the 21st is a valid and real holiday. As is Grunday the 56th.
Well, to be honest, when I applied to fun for a position as writer/chocolate taster, I really wasn't sure if I'd be granted the request I'd so slyly included. That is I thought I would simply be designated as writer, and the second part would be more or less disregarded.
However, since the rather unexpected title has been granted, I have taken my duties completely seriously. Thus, i would like to submit my first official chocolate report to the goodly citizens of FUN!
This traditional chocolate company makes perhaps one of the finest chocolate snacks available on the planet. With milk, almond nougat, cocoa, and real honey, there is nothing quite as truly delicious as the Toblerone.
Their white chocolate variety is one of their classics and quite possibly my favorite. Please, for your own sake go out and enjoy a Toblerone today.
Please note that I am not receiving any sort of monetary or material incentive from the Toblerone Corporation for writing this article.
Welcome aboard, Floyd. I let Adam have the honor of introducing you this time, but allow me to say I quite enjoyed your hazing assignment and the humorous appearance of nickd.
In the spirit of picture day, which seems to have been two days at least (plus Alex's mysterious hybrid day, Monday the 21st...), I present the following image, scaled down because it already takes me ten fucking minutes to load this page. Note the double cutaway showing the uncontrollable hair and sideburns. I call it... bustin' a move.
It is time I confess to the world my love and knowledge of Billy Joel. Last night at music trivia, I won the game by answering which of five songs was not on Billy Joel's Greatest Hits Volume III. I am not ashamed to admit that I not only knew the answer, but own his Greatest Hits Volumes I, II, and III. And finally, Mr. Joel is starting to pull his weight, winning me a dozen carnations and a military marching CD.
I have no pictures, sorry. My problem is with Ariana. Leah said today (Sunday, January 21, 2001) is picture day, and you put your picture up tomorrow, the 22nd. What were you thinking? Anyways, welcome aboard Floyd! Even if YOU don't capitalize your name, I will.
Well I woke up today and read it was picture day, so I grabbed my camera and set out to see what I could find. Luckily, outside love was in the air, and I took this picture:
Thanks for the welcome, it makes the hours (approximation) I spent slaving over my application and hazing assignment all so very worth it. I never knew slaving could be so FUN!
Mwah ha ha! My creation is complete. From a lifeless mass of infrequent posts, I present to you an active and witty group weblog. Revive, fun.pitas.com! Revive, and show the world your wrath! Arise, my unholy monster! I AM GOD, AND I HAVE CREATED LIFE!!!!!!
To make matters worse, not only was Pearl Jam on the Top 100 Countdown, but they were 79, where My Aim Is True (not his best album, but still) by Elvis Costello was 80. That is ridiculous. I cannot express in words how upset I feel. Perhaps one word. Bamboozled. There, I said it.
Ariana, of COURSE they have more than 100 songs at their disposal. But you fail to realize that, assuming 50% advertising time, 720 minutes are left in the day for music. Dividing this by the 100 songs you allocate yields 7.2 minutes per song- much longer than your average pop song. So "Last Kiss" earned its five times a day. I'll not worry about the calculations and just assume that the song is one fifth of 7.2 minutes long.
I hate Pearl Jam because Last Kiss was easily one of, if not the most annoying song of last year. To top it all off, everyone else loved it. I know so because it was on the radio 5 times a day. Is this really necessary? Surely there are more than 100 songs at their disposal, why the need to replay songs more than once a day? Espescially something as awful as Pearl Jam.
AHHHH!!! VH1 is counting down the top 100 greatest albums of all time!! AHHH!!!! Pearl Jam!!!!! Why must VH1 forsake me?! This type of thing is the real cause for cancer and heart disease! Pearl Jam!?!? HOW!? WHY!? Even worse! People will now find this site looking for a Pearl Jam site!!! What the hell did I do?!?! From now on, everyone must start their posts with a disclaimer reading as follows; I hate Pearl Jam......(point of discussion). I understand this mostly applies to me, as I account for roughly two-thirds of all posts.