"Paddyooo . . ."
MAJOR LOST SPOILERS BELOW!
SEASON THREE FINALE SYNOPSIS!
FINAL WARNING!
Okay, there are no Lost spoilers in this update. I doubt anyone believed me, anyway. Unless I get zero comments on this entry, then I'll know that no one read past the spoiler warnings. Actually, maybe I should expect zero comments since no one posts here anymore. What's up with that, yo?! Remember Summer '05? This place used to be happenin'! Well, not anymore, I guess. Whatever, man. I'm here to save LJ! By boring you with yet another entry regarding yet another break. Which I rather enjoyed, by the way. So yeah, Spring Break was spent nicely with Liz and the Mango. Even Daryl joined in on the insanity! What did we do first? Umm . . . oh yeah, well, we all felt the need to definitely go to a Spring training game. It wasn't part of the plan to go as unprepared as we did, though. No hats or sunglasses! Crazy. Especially since it was like, 90 degrees or something outside! Or so it seemed. It might not have been but it SO felt like it. Well, not according to one spectator who couldn't have been more than 12-years-old that felt it was actually cooling down. Brrr! Ummm, I'm sorry but from what angle is the sun NOT beating down on your face, peeling away your skin and replacing it with a nice coat of UV rays?! Moron. It took every ounce of energy for everyone that most definitely heard the kid to not say anything. But whatever, there's at least one person who won't forget his coat at home this July. But anyway, we made our way to the Complex when I managed to cause a 24-style security breach resulting in the confiscation of our weaponized Agent Orange (a.k.a. the Gatorade) by the gate lady. What kind of policy is that? No Gatorade?! Yeah, so we lost the drinks. At least we had plenty of salty peanuts to wash down our Subway sandwiches. Not bad, right? Right. But yeah, the game was great. We were rooting for the Mariners, fo' sho! They started out with a great lead, I didn't think those no-good A's would score any. Then they came back and practically tied the game. Not that we cared too much since we were on an endless pursuit for shade all over the field. We finally just planted ourselves by the fence, where we were within earshot of Seattle Mariners' centerfielder, Adam Jones. He must have overheard my name when he said "Hey Adnan, what's going on, man?!" We then had a short conversation about Lost and he reluctantly went back to playing the game. Actually, none of that happened. But we did try waving at him a whole lot. We were so surprised when he waved back and with the goofiest smile/wave combination I have ever seen that said "These guys are complete idiots . . ." So, how did we respond? In true idiotic fashion, we EXPLODED in laughter and screams! Saying "YAY!" Loudly. As if we were experiencing our first bit of human interaction in years while he turned around most likely thinking Arizona fans are absolute morons. Way to go, us! Nah, he's probably a nice guy, he has to be. He waved! It was pretty sweet, yo. We wanted to cheer for him when he came up to the plate but we apparently missed his name get called. Although, one player stuck out in the line-up. Gookie Dawkins! Yeah, I know, what a name! I don't remember his AVG but I don't remember anyone having a particularly good one worth remembering. Anyway, the Mariners ended up winning 6-5, go Mariners! We left the ballpark, collected our nuclear Gatorades and headed for the QT. The plan was to watch a movie and have the Mango make us surf n' turf! Sweet! The movie we finally rented, 'Stranger Than Fiction,' was pretty good. A whole lot better than the movie that shall remain nameless and LEAGUES better than say, 'Dope Case Pending,' which I wouldn't pay a dime to see. Let alone a quarter! ;) What am I talking about, you ask? It doesn't matter. Anyway! We all had dinner, which the Mango prepared, which was incredible, yo! She can definitely cook, no doubt about that. The steak, the shrimp, the salad - all of it was great. Eventually, it was movie time and what a strange movie it was. The movie, about a man who can hear the voice of someone narrating/writing his life as he's living it, lived up to its title. With death looming overhead, Harry Crick was de . . . termined to find the author in hopes to keep her from writing the final chapter of his life, which detailed his demise. The movie received a decent 74% on RT. The reviews are a mixbag, some good and some not. One review sticks out, which says "Most of the movie's comedy falls very flat . . . Forster just didn't have the goofy flair required." I don't know about the second part but they are kind of right regarding the comedy. Even Will Farrell's character was confused, carrying around a notebook, tallying each time whether his life was either a comedy or a tragedy. Tragedy won out on paper but I sense that the movie was supposed to be funny. It wasn't unfunny just . . . strange. Entertaining movie, though, I must say. Yeah, I clapped at the end, what do you want?! ;) On another day, more specifically LOST DAY, the plan was to meet up, play Lost the board game, drink island-y drinks, eat stir-fry and watch 'Par Avion,' Claire's episode of Lost. The plan deviated a little early when the day became dedicated to finding Lost trading cards. Yep, it's on the internet, nothing we can do about it now. Seriously, we went everywhere. 'The Leest' of places we went included K Mart, Barnes, the Bor', the 'R'Us, the Wal, the Super, the Stop, the 'Way and . . . the Super Tar. Or Targ, I don't remember. Actually, we made TWO trips to that last place. One ended with the breakdown of relations between everyone in the car. The second yielded the same but with new knowledge of the fact that Lost trading cards are nowhere to be found in the city of Glendale. Too bad. But the Mango DID get her hands on a Lost board game with a tin box! At 300% of the cost. Nah, just kidding, but seriously, I learned a valuable lesson about shopping around and looking for bargains. Don't. It's too much on your nervous system. But yeah, after dinner, stir-fry, which the Mango made, which was awesome again, we busted out Lost the board game. Daryl was home for break as well and joined in on the Lost insanity. It's always funny seeing a non-Lost fan react to the craziness that is Lost but Daryl's exploration of the world of Lost was especially amusing. I think there's a fan in there somewhere, if you ask me. Oh and apparently, Boone is the most realistic character on the show. I thought the game itself, despite its overly complicated rules, was actually quite enjoyable. I did die first, though. Damn power check! And Liz! Who told Daryl to kill me. She can go suck a lemon! That is, if she can figure out what one looks like! ;) But yeah, it was well worth the journey to get the nice, tin box edition of Lost the board game. Well, an American Idol results show later, it was finally LOST time! The episode, in my opinion, was a great episode, bringing the great episode streak to 3 in a row! Well, what we were able to see was great, anyway. See, it was moving along nicely until, I don't know, it BROKE! I think the cable went out or something because the internet was also down. But yeah, we missed Jack playing football with the Others! What form! What physique! I just scared myself right there. Anyway . . . yeah, Jack's spike was the worst I've ever seen. Did he pick up nothing from his 'We Are Marshall' training? And what kind of lob was that, Tom? Ridiculous. I think the Others are cloning Losties, so they can make a football team with Super-Lostie-Clones! The "Leest" is actually a roster and the finale will be the ultimate showdown between the clones and the originals. Can you see it? Because I sure can! No, that would be awful. There's one thing I regret not doing over break and that was meeting my archnemesis. The sky will never turn purple, I guess. I did, however, get my gift that Liz slaved over for days. Not a hoopskirt but it's still pretty sweet, yo. Nothing grounds a person more than seeing a cross-stitching reminding them that they're a 'Rat Bastage' each and every day! ;) Nah, I loved it. So yeah, Spring break was pretty sweet. It's my understanding that the Z will be down here next week. Yay! Until then, check out this speed painting of John Locke. I bet I could WRECK this person in InkLink! Nah, it's pretty crazy. But is it just me or is he or she just erasing and re-doing the same thing over and over again? I would have stopped 20 seconds into the thing and said "Liek, omg! It's perfect!" Yeah, I should probably stay away from the arts . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8K_NQe57C-k
Damn, over 2 million views?! More people watch this than Lost! ;)
Lata all!
SEASON THREE FINALE SYNOPSIS!
FINAL WARNING!
Okay, there are no Lost spoilers in this update. I doubt anyone believed me, anyway. Unless I get zero comments on this entry, then I'll know that no one read past the spoiler warnings. Actually, maybe I should expect zero comments since no one posts here anymore. What's up with that, yo?! Remember Summer '05? This place used to be happenin'! Well, not anymore, I guess. Whatever, man. I'm here to save LJ! By boring you with yet another entry regarding yet another break. Which I rather enjoyed, by the way. So yeah, Spring Break was spent nicely with Liz and the Mango. Even Daryl joined in on the insanity! What did we do first? Umm . . . oh yeah, well, we all felt the need to definitely go to a Spring training game. It wasn't part of the plan to go as unprepared as we did, though. No hats or sunglasses! Crazy. Especially since it was like, 90 degrees or something outside! Or so it seemed. It might not have been but it SO felt like it. Well, not according to one spectator who couldn't have been more than 12-years-old that felt it was actually cooling down. Brrr! Ummm, I'm sorry but from what angle is the sun NOT beating down on your face, peeling away your skin and replacing it with a nice coat of UV rays?! Moron. It took every ounce of energy for everyone that most definitely heard the kid to not say anything. But whatever, there's at least one person who won't forget his coat at home this July. But anyway, we made our way to the Complex when I managed to cause a 24-style security breach resulting in the confiscation of our weaponized Agent Orange (a.k.a. the Gatorade) by the gate lady. What kind of policy is that? No Gatorade?! Yeah, so we lost the drinks. At least we had plenty of salty peanuts to wash down our Subway sandwiches. Not bad, right? Right. But yeah, the game was great. We were rooting for the Mariners, fo' sho! They started out with a great lead, I didn't think those no-good A's would score any. Then they came back and practically tied the game. Not that we cared too much since we were on an endless pursuit for shade all over the field. We finally just planted ourselves by the fence, where we were within earshot of Seattle Mariners' centerfielder, Adam Jones. He must have overheard my name when he said "Hey Adnan, what's going on, man?!" We then had a short conversation about Lost and he reluctantly went back to playing the game. Actually, none of that happened. But we did try waving at him a whole lot. We were so surprised when he waved back and with the goofiest smile/wave combination I have ever seen that said "These guys are complete idiots . . ." So, how did we respond? In true idiotic fashion, we EXPLODED in laughter and screams! Saying "YAY!" Loudly. As if we were experiencing our first bit of human interaction in years while he turned around most likely thinking Arizona fans are absolute morons. Way to go, us! Nah, he's probably a nice guy, he has to be. He waved! It was pretty sweet, yo. We wanted to cheer for him when he came up to the plate but we apparently missed his name get called. Although, one player stuck out in the line-up. Gookie Dawkins! Yeah, I know, what a name! I don't remember his AVG but I don't remember anyone having a particularly good one worth remembering. Anyway, the Mariners ended up winning 6-5, go Mariners! We left the ballpark, collected our nuclear Gatorades and headed for the QT. The plan was to watch a movie and have the Mango make us surf n' turf! Sweet! The movie we finally rented, 'Stranger Than Fiction,' was pretty good. A whole lot better than the movie that shall remain nameless and LEAGUES better than say, 'Dope Case Pending,' which I wouldn't pay a dime to see. Let alone a quarter! ;) What am I talking about, you ask? It doesn't matter. Anyway! We all had dinner, which the Mango prepared, which was incredible, yo! She can definitely cook, no doubt about that. The steak, the shrimp, the salad - all of it was great. Eventually, it was movie time and what a strange movie it was. The movie, about a man who can hear the voice of someone narrating/writing his life as he's living it, lived up to its title. With death looming overhead, Harry Crick was de . . . termined to find the author in hopes to keep her from writing the final chapter of his life, which detailed his demise. The movie received a decent 74% on RT. The reviews are a mixbag, some good and some not. One review sticks out, which says "Most of the movie's comedy falls very flat . . . Forster just didn't have the goofy flair required." I don't know about the second part but they are kind of right regarding the comedy. Even Will Farrell's character was confused, carrying around a notebook, tallying each time whether his life was either a comedy or a tragedy. Tragedy won out on paper but I sense that the movie was supposed to be funny. It wasn't unfunny just . . . strange. Entertaining movie, though, I must say. Yeah, I clapped at the end, what do you want?! ;) On another day, more specifically LOST DAY, the plan was to meet up, play Lost the board game, drink island-y drinks, eat stir-fry and watch 'Par Avion,' Claire's episode of Lost. The plan deviated a little early when the day became dedicated to finding Lost trading cards. Yep, it's on the internet, nothing we can do about it now. Seriously, we went everywhere. 'The Leest' of places we went included K Mart, Barnes, the Bor', the 'R'Us, the Wal, the Super, the Stop, the 'Way and . . . the Super Tar. Or Targ, I don't remember. Actually, we made TWO trips to that last place. One ended with the breakdown of relations between everyone in the car. The second yielded the same but with new knowledge of the fact that Lost trading cards are nowhere to be found in the city of Glendale. Too bad. But the Mango DID get her hands on a Lost board game with a tin box! At 300% of the cost. Nah, just kidding, but seriously, I learned a valuable lesson about shopping around and looking for bargains. Don't. It's too much on your nervous system. But yeah, after dinner, stir-fry, which the Mango made, which was awesome again, we busted out Lost the board game. Daryl was home for break as well and joined in on the Lost insanity. It's always funny seeing a non-Lost fan react to the craziness that is Lost but Daryl's exploration of the world of Lost was especially amusing. I think there's a fan in there somewhere, if you ask me. Oh and apparently, Boone is the most realistic character on the show. I thought the game itself, despite its overly complicated rules, was actually quite enjoyable. I did die first, though. Damn power check! And Liz! Who told Daryl to kill me. She can go suck a lemon! That is, if she can figure out what one looks like! ;) But yeah, it was well worth the journey to get the nice, tin box edition of Lost the board game. Well, an American Idol results show later, it was finally LOST time! The episode, in my opinion, was a great episode, bringing the great episode streak to 3 in a row! Well, what we were able to see was great, anyway. See, it was moving along nicely until, I don't know, it BROKE! I think the cable went out or something because the internet was also down. But yeah, we missed Jack playing football with the Others! What form! What physique! I just scared myself right there. Anyway . . . yeah, Jack's spike was the worst I've ever seen. Did he pick up nothing from his 'We Are Marshall' training? And what kind of lob was that, Tom? Ridiculous. I think the Others are cloning Losties, so they can make a football team with Super-Lostie-Clones! The "Leest" is actually a roster and the finale will be the ultimate showdown between the clones and the originals. Can you see it? Because I sure can! No, that would be awful. There's one thing I regret not doing over break and that was meeting my archnemesis. The sky will never turn purple, I guess. I did, however, get my gift that Liz slaved over for days. Not a hoopskirt but it's still pretty sweet, yo. Nothing grounds a person more than seeing a cross-stitching reminding them that they're a 'Rat Bastage' each and every day! ;) Nah, I loved it. So yeah, Spring break was pretty sweet. It's my understanding that the Z will be down here next week. Yay! Until then, check out this speed painting of John Locke. I bet I could WRECK this person in InkLink! Nah, it's pretty crazy. But is it just me or is he or she just erasing and re-doing the same thing over and over again? I would have stopped 20 seconds into the thing and said "Liek, omg! It's perfect!" Yeah, I should probably stay away from the arts . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8K_NQe57C-k
Damn, over 2 million views?! More people watch this than Lost! ;)
Lata all!