My street name is G-Dawg.
I apologise for not having updated in so long. I've been horrible to you all, I know. I've been workiong on one horribly long post for quite some time, but looking at it, I realized I'll never finish the whole thing in a timely manner. Also, by the time I do finish it, it will be so large it will have become be a burden to read. Ergo, the first section of it I'm posting up now.
Gromit is my new hero. No, honestly. If I were to be asked what I wanted to be when I grew up in my present mind frame, nevermind my current age, I'd probably answer, "A claymation dog." Because Gromit just rocks that hard. I mean, honestly, I haven't even thought of Vincent until just now when I realized I hadn't mixed up Gromit's name. I still meditate upon Lost my every free second (How did I not notice the Dharma Initiative's logo on the shark's tail! And the button, oh good God the button.), but there's apparently a heirarchy here, and it places awesome claymation dogs above Lost, because, you see, when I'm thinking about Gromit I'm totally not using up free time. No less is to be expected from any character whose actions, viewed by me on a screen, produce inexplicable, otherwise unaccountable joy. At several points during his escapades I wanted to stand up, pump my fisted right hand in the air, and yell, "Go Gromit go!" It was a heroic effort retraining myself. Also, cafe Jeruselum's falafel was disappointing. It wasn't bad, per se, but when I first heard of the place I had such high hopes. You must understand, it's been so long since I've had quality falafel. I suppose I'll have to return to Belgium if I ever want to taste that falafel I remember and love.
Also, I've you've not already, you should go give to Child's Play right away. Their donation season kicked off a little while ago, and nothing makes you look more attractive than and gets your foot in the door to heaven like having donated to sick little hospital-ridden children around the globe. So go. Donate. Do it for the kids.
Gromit is my new hero. No, honestly. If I were to be asked what I wanted to be when I grew up in my present mind frame, nevermind my current age, I'd probably answer, "A claymation dog." Because Gromit just rocks that hard. I mean, honestly, I haven't even thought of Vincent until just now when I realized I hadn't mixed up Gromit's name. I still meditate upon Lost my every free second (How did I not notice the Dharma Initiative's logo on the shark's tail! And the button, oh good God the button.), but there's apparently a heirarchy here, and it places awesome claymation dogs above Lost, because, you see, when I'm thinking about Gromit I'm totally not using up free time. No less is to be expected from any character whose actions, viewed by me on a screen, produce inexplicable, otherwise unaccountable joy. At several points during his escapades I wanted to stand up, pump my fisted right hand in the air, and yell, "Go Gromit go!" It was a heroic effort retraining myself. Also, cafe Jeruselum's falafel was disappointing. It wasn't bad, per se, but when I first heard of the place I had such high hopes. You must understand, it's been so long since I've had quality falafel. I suppose I'll have to return to Belgium if I ever want to taste that falafel I remember and love.
Also, I've you've not already, you should go give to Child's Play right away. Their donation season kicked off a little while ago, and nothing makes you look more attractive than and gets your foot in the door to heaven like having donated to sick little hospital-ridden children around the globe. So go. Donate. Do it for the kids.