Welcome to Breaktown for the first time...
That said, my monologue went really well. Unfortunately Franklin and I bombed our scene. We...uh...you might say, "cut" it...on the spot. So, you know. We'll be getting some notes from Lee on that later. The moral of the story? Don't practice only your monologue when you have a monologue and a scene to do.
In other news, I made a new icon. lainy122 was kind enough to find this comic for me and now I'm taking advantage of it to make myself look cooler. *slips on...a-the shades*
And now onto sports:
I'm savoring this day and I'll tell you why, Joe. -Gabe. (Hey, when you can use the same quote twice in the same...matter of days, it's a keeper.) "Lost" is going to be on tonight. I'm on a count-down schedule, really. How many episodes til the six-week break? Why don't we ask Mr. Owl...
Me: Mr. Owl, how many "Lost"s does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll tootsie pop beginning of the six-week Lost-famine?
Mr. Owl: *takes "Lost" on a lollipop stick* Let's a-find out. A-One. A-two. ...A-tharee. *hands back the shattered remains of "Lost"* A-tharee.
Needless to say, I wept my fair share over a luncheon of roasted owl this afternoon, but I'll be smiling again at 8:00 tonight as I eat up all of the "Lost" I can before the famine sets in. (The Owl might tide me over too).
Now for weather...
No really. It's sunny out. Which is nice, but I forget that it's also freezing until I traipse merrily out into the open air and go into sudden convulsive shock, hitting the sheet of ice which is the air and rebounding back inside the building. Just to let you all know: I'm okay. (Perhaps not physically, but I'm eating chocolate at the moment, so I can't tell).
Thought I might also add that I want a pygmy goat as a pet. And a giant beaver. Because, I mean, come ON. A giant beaver would be so frickin' AWESOME! :D
Giant Beaver
At 8 feet long and nearly 450 pounds, the ridge-toothed giant beaver must have dominated North American marshlands for millennia until 10,000 years ago, when it suddenly disappeared. Like its modern-day cousin, the giant beaver was a herbivore, using its pronounced teeth to slice through rough vegetation. But while the giant beaver spent much of its time in the water, it did not build dams. (Modern beavers use dams in part to create water depths around their dens as protection from predators; for much of its existence, at least, the giant beaver would not have had that concern.) Evidence of the giant beaver ranges from Florida to northern Canada.
-w/<3, dcs.discovery.com (aka Your good friend, The Discovery Channel)
I would also ride a Moa:
Moa
A giant, flightless bird called a moa roamed New Zealand's forests for more than 2 million years, well into modern human history. But once humans reached New Zealand, the 9-foot-tall, 500-pound moa's days were severely numbered. The 11 different moa species had no natural predators, and likely lived long, communal lives feasting on the island's vegetation. They were slow to mature and reproduce. About 700 years ago, Polynesians sailed to this unexplored land. Examination of settlement camps reveals that the moa immediately became a fundamental part of the Polynesian diet. Within a century of human arrival, the entire moa population - more than 150,000 birds - had disappeared. There's little scientific debate this particular "mega beast" was annihilated at the hands of humans.
-Best Wishes, The Discovery Channel again
But, don't worry, I'd carry my pygmy goat, Pops, with me on the Moa so he wouldn't get left behind or trampled. The beaver could run alongside. And probably eat my bird. Whose name would be Swifty. The beaver's name would be Taylor Hanson.
...the beavernator!!
In other news, I made a new icon. lainy122 was kind enough to find this comic for me and now I'm taking advantage of it to make myself look cooler. *slips on...a-the shades*
And now onto sports:
I'm savoring this day and I'll tell you why, Joe. -Gabe. (Hey, when you can use the same quote twice in the same...matter of days, it's a keeper.) "Lost" is going to be on tonight. I'm on a count-down schedule, really. How many episodes til the six-week break? Why don't we ask Mr. Owl...
Me: Mr. Owl, how many "Lost"s does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll tootsie pop beginning of the six-week Lost-famine?
Mr. Owl: *takes "Lost" on a lollipop stick* Let's a-find out. A-One. A-two. ...A-tharee. *hands back the shattered remains of "Lost"* A-tharee.
Needless to say, I wept my fair share over a luncheon of roasted owl this afternoon, but I'll be smiling again at 8:00 tonight as I eat up all of the "Lost" I can before the famine sets in. (The Owl might tide me over too).
Now for weather...
No really. It's sunny out. Which is nice, but I forget that it's also freezing until I traipse merrily out into the open air and go into sudden convulsive shock, hitting the sheet of ice which is the air and rebounding back inside the building. Just to let you all know: I'm okay. (Perhaps not physically, but I'm eating chocolate at the moment, so I can't tell).
Thought I might also add that I want a pygmy goat as a pet. And a giant beaver. Because, I mean, come ON. A giant beaver would be so frickin' AWESOME! :D
Giant Beaver
At 8 feet long and nearly 450 pounds, the ridge-toothed giant beaver must have dominated North American marshlands for millennia until 10,000 years ago, when it suddenly disappeared. Like its modern-day cousin, the giant beaver was a herbivore, using its pronounced teeth to slice through rough vegetation. But while the giant beaver spent much of its time in the water, it did not build dams. (Modern beavers use dams in part to create water depths around their dens as protection from predators; for much of its existence, at least, the giant beaver would not have had that concern.) Evidence of the giant beaver ranges from Florida to northern Canada.
-w/<3, dcs.discovery.com (aka Your good friend, The Discovery Channel)
I would also ride a Moa:
Moa
A giant, flightless bird called a moa roamed New Zealand's forests for more than 2 million years, well into modern human history. But once humans reached New Zealand, the 9-foot-tall, 500-pound moa's days were severely numbered. The 11 different moa species had no natural predators, and likely lived long, communal lives feasting on the island's vegetation. They were slow to mature and reproduce. About 700 years ago, Polynesians sailed to this unexplored land. Examination of settlement camps reveals that the moa immediately became a fundamental part of the Polynesian diet. Within a century of human arrival, the entire moa population - more than 150,000 birds - had disappeared. There's little scientific debate this particular "mega beast" was annihilated at the hands of humans.
-Best Wishes, The Discovery Channel again
But, don't worry, I'd carry my pygmy goat, Pops, with me on the Moa so he wouldn't get left behind or trampled. The beaver could run alongside. And probably eat my bird. Whose name would be Swifty. The beaver's name would be Taylor Hanson.
...the beavernator!!