tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91803267400657359302024-03-12T19:50:21.643-07:00dapper dweebJoneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632083158027637366noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180326740065735930.post-25151202145406446122010-04-18T14:53:00.000-07:002010-04-21T18:25:12.811-07:00Joss Whedon's Avengers. How insanely RAD.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fJlSKkL44g/S8uBGrqrJ8I/AAAAAAAAABg/SYjPSOzhivc/s1600/joss.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fJlSKkL44g/S8uBGrqrJ8I/AAAAAAAAABg/SYjPSOzhivc/s320/joss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461600924917770178" border="0" /></a><br />Hell, yeah, there's been talk that Joss Whedon is seconds away from sealing a deal contracting him as the Avengers director/script doctor. Come on. How insanely awesome would this movie be? There's a lot of work to be done, but Whedon has slowly becomes Marvel's little golden (man)boy. The Astonishing X-men was pretty much the only readable X-men in the last years or so.<br /><br />Is there anything this man's beautiful forehead can't do?<br />I think not.<br /><br />By and by, I purchased a rad new DSLR. I want to encourage myself to post more. One day, I'll be old, fat, and probably alone and I can comfort myself by reading this blog and saying: "I was young and not fat at one point".<br /><br />I am going to photograph the bejesus out of my everyday <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fJlSKkL44g/S8uEaYFHpSI/AAAAAAAAABo/bNd8SxSLt8M/s1600/sarahmichellegellar.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fJlSKkL44g/S8uEaYFHpSI/AAAAAAAAABo/bNd8SxSLt8M/s320/sarahmichellegellar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461604561792247074" border="0" /></a>everythings.<br /><br />And to be completely gratuitous: why not Whedonverse favorite Sarah Michelle Gellar as Wasp? The spoiled debutante rich girl turned badass superhero. The hotness of you doofus.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fJlSKkL44g/S8-lBlLuIZI/AAAAAAAAABw/CAPuompnXTU/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fJlSKkL44g/S8-lBlLuIZI/AAAAAAAAABw/CAPuompnXTU/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462766319603425682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Also-- on a slightly annoying note: I joined a COD4 game halfway in and there were only like 5 minutes left, totally owned..sort of. It's not actually a good score, but I'm still extremely proud enough to take a picture. I need to get better at COD. Halo is so much better. It's a lot less waiting and stealth and more running at people.Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632083158027637366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180326740065735930.post-7085189992434238052010-03-24T14:49:00.001-07:002010-04-21T18:27:31.120-07:00Drank like gallons of soup. Feelin' sick.Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632083158027637366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180326740065735930.post-22152080190874530372010-03-02T18:16:00.000-08:002010-04-23T19:25:44.392-07:00Hoh, 'Hits a jolly 'Ollyday wiv yew, Mairee Pawpins!Ate a bunch of cats earlier. Here are the pics.Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632083158027637366noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180326740065735930.post-5522184142259030412010-02-21T11:02:00.001-08:002010-03-03T10:28:00.314-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fJlSKkL44g/S46p20QlbyI/AAAAAAAAABY/FRNrO5UegYU/s1600-h/IMG_2553.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fJlSKkL44g/S46p20QlbyI/AAAAAAAAABY/FRNrO5UegYU/s320/IMG_2553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444475758743744290" /></a><br />Last few weeks have been sinfully dull/crazy work/tense.Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632083158027637366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180326740065735930.post-83036548894474719192010-02-16T18:25:00.000-08:002010-04-21T18:18:57.422-07:00Stardate 021610: Captain's Log.This guy at school today was walking down the stairs outside the soc. building and slipped right on the ground face first. <i>Ah ha!</i> I thought. <i>Thank God he went first or I would've totally made an ass out of myself. </i>So I try to cooly walk around the huge ice patch located on the last 6 or 7 steps, did a little dance with the rails, and fell on my ass.<div><br /></div><div>So much for not making an ass out of myself. In other news: I got a bike today to ride around to class! I always wanted to be one of those guys who roll up their pants legs.</div><div>It's funny, all my friends keep telling me what a big queer I am for reading all these random chicks awesome fashion blogs. It's not my fault they're so fun to look at. This other one suggested that I start my own. I was all, "SCOFF. not I". But this blog will not be fashion related. Nope. I am pretty much going to talk about anything that is anything. Imitation and something about flattery and I'll leave you there.</div>Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632083158027637366noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180326740065735930.post-47865369081962204022010-02-16T17:49:00.000-08:002010-04-21T18:18:31.088-07:00fWEEK<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fJlSKkL44g/S3tm7wv8jmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hFYQeqg5QU8/s800-h/IMG_2373.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fJlSKkL44g/S3tm7wv8jmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hFYQeqg5QU8/s400/IMG_2373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439054151864323682" border="0" /></a>So am I insane or do these crumpled up chipotle bags look like a dragon and a bird nestled up. Like the bag in the background totally looks like a bird! And the bag in front looks like a dragon. I'm not crazy! I'm NOT! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!(A line from Scary Movie 2, really classy).<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Insanely jealous of anyone who's at fweek right now. Not that I particularly care about F(lawl) but I want to meet bloggers and scare them off and stuff. But in other news, I should be reading the thousands of pages of lipoteichoic acid and boring nonsense, but eff that. The best way to not get work done is start up a blog. Post a thousand times. Let's hope for some good shows!Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632083158027637366noreply@blogger.com0