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Wednesday, May 26th, 2004

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    12:23a
    Back from vacation...of sorts...
    Spent the last several days roaming about trying to find the proper alloy for the bionic arm I've been thinking about replacing my left arm with.

    Titanium rich alloys are stronger than steel...but more brittle...and high carbon steel, which is strong AND somewhat flexible...rusts too easily...and stainless...well, stainless sucks.

    Dagnabbit. I've got all the inner workings laid out and it's fully functional...just need to saw off my left arm and attach the new...but, I need the proper outer covering to protect the inner mechanisms. This is stupid.

    Anywho. I think I'll just keep my left arm after all. Even though I can't throw fireballs from it as mightily as I can my right hand after I pick up a fire flower...but, hey...not everyone can be ambidextrous ALL the time.

    Also, finally got the tapestries in for the Evil Doug Inner Sanctum in my posh penthouse atop a New York high rise. It looks SWEET! I've got a tapestry of myself surrounded by bowing servants...a tapestry of, well, me...atop a great throne...and, the third is a great tapestry of the Evil Doug coat of arms...the fourth wall, as anyone who has visited my pad can tell you, is all windows with a huge dome that opens up on the skyline, so a tapestry there would be silly.

    It's been a BUSY few days for yours truly. Pity me...well, heck no...ENVY me...because...you know...it's fun to shop for tapestries for one's inner sanctum...even if it takes so long to get the order in.

    Also, for anyone new to reading my blog...the updates are usually much more frequent than this, I assure you. You may continue to adore me.

    Current Mood: Sasquatch Obtuse - "So William said, 'Hey! Yeti!' And I was like, 'Whatever!'"
    Current Music: "When the cold of winter comes...starless night will cover day...in the veiling of the sun...we will walk...in bitter rain..."
    8:25p
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    Current Mood: Breakfast Happy - "I'm filled with whole grain goodness!"
    Current Music: "You got to put down the duckie if you wanna play the saxophone!"
    8:30p
    Saved!
    I was cruisin' around IMDB the other day and, lo and behold, I see before me perhaps the most brilliant comedy EVER! It's nifty and meanspirited little thing called "Saved!". Basically, there's this girl who attends a private Christian school. She becomes pregnant and the entirety of the school turns against her, pointing out her folly and trying to save her soul.

    While many have voiced outrage saying "Hey! That's offensive! How can you distribute such blatantly anti-Christian hatred and pass it off as comedy?" the reply has been "Hey! Lighten up! It's just a movie!" or, the more interesting reply, "Christians deserve to be made fun of, the bunch of intollerant *&%$@."

    I concur with those who say "Lighten up, it's just a movie." Heck, anyone who remembers some of my posts on our college bulletin board system know that to me, humor can run free without bounds.

    SO...that said, I offer up my own little concept for a film titled:

    Damned!

    Basically, this is about a student who attends a public school. This student finds Truth and accepts Jesus as his Savior. This really ticks off his classmates because the student now has views of right and wrong that differ from the rest of the student body. So, they begin to kick the crap out of him daily, until, ultimately, they kill him. This is okay in their book, as truth, justice, and reality are all subjective and he was an intolerant bigot anyway. But, one day, the kids are all stricken with plague and die. They then go to hell. Upon their arrival in hell, they are greeted by their guide (much like the Inferno). However, instead of Virgil, they get Karl Marx...the lost Marx brother...(get it...LOST...yuck yuck)

    Karl raises his eyebrows, taps his cigar and says, "This is the hottest opiate of the people I've EVER seen!"
    One of the students asks their guide how long their in for. He replies "Eternity."
    "You see, kiddies, you don't really have a concept of that...yet. But, after the first two hundred billion years, you'll get the gist...the next twenty billion years will just fly by, but that kinda sucks...because you still have infinity billion years left."
    "That's too intollerant!"
    "Well, not really. Remember the plague you died of? It was released by a government agency. The people who released it...they apologized...so they don't have to come down here."
    "What do you mean?"
    "Well, you see...regardless of what you do, if you ask forgiveness and really mean it...you'll be forgiven. Funny how that works."
    "You mean, all I had to do was say 'I'm sorry' and I'd have skipped the whole hell thing?"
    "Yep. And I'll remind you of that every few epochs, just to make things harder to bear."
    "Well, I never..."
    "Of course you never, sweetheart. That's why you're here!"
    "I don't believe in any of this...any religion that says that there are inalterable rules is flawed and thus beneath me!"
    "Oh, hey! You're Wormwood's patient, aren't you! Hey, Wormwood! We got one of yours over here!"
    Wormwood strolls over. "One of MINE! Let me hear!"
    "You won't hear anything, I've outgrown..." began the student.
    "...outgrown such superstitious nonsense as angels and demons!" finished Wormwood.
    The student looked shocked.
    "Dang!" said Karl. "You ARE good if your tempting holds on even in the face of eternal torment!"
    "Years of practice," said Wormwood as he rammed a flaming iron rod through Karl's eye. "Now, run along and let me torment the newbies!"
    Karl limped away with the heavy iron rod, still burning, protruding from his head in the front and rear.

    Sorry to say that, from this point on, the film is pretty much slapstick. The witty banter and high-brow stuff must be thrown to the winds as it would all be drowned out by the incessant screaming. Not to ruin it for anyone, but there will be a pie fight of the eternally damned as well as a rendition of "Who's on first" modified to correspond with the three tortured souls Satan is continually chewing on at the bottom of circle nine.

    What do ya think? On par with Saved!?

    Current Mood: Copy and Paste Melancholy - "Sad.Sad.Sad.Sad.Sad.Sad.Sad."
    Current Music: "No stop signs...speed limit...nobody's gonna slow me down!"
    9:04p
    Random poem...
    set to the tune of a classical piece I don't really know the name of...here goes...

    When I lived in Tuscany,
    I rented Yentl.
    To quote Ed Grimly,
    It made me "mental."

    So I joined P. Diddy
    Eating some fennel.
    That spice makes oh so sweet
    dogs from the kennel.

    Yentl! and real cheese!
    9:07p
    Cooler than a magic 8-ball...
    ...and cheaper.

    What you do is get a can of soda and then you spin it 'round and 'round. Then you ask it a question....then look at the side that's facing up.

    Example:

    Question: "Does Tommy really like me?"
    Answer: "% Daily Allowance Based on 2000 Calorie Diet"

    Question: "Will I get the promotion?"
    Answer: "A Product of the Coca-Cola Company."

    Question: "Will Simon EVER leave American Idol?"
    Answer: "My sources say 'no.'"

    (That last one doesn't come up often)

    Question: "What should I do about Global Warming?"
    Answer: "Questions or Comments?"

    Another money saving suggestion is to replace your remote with a trained duck. This is very cool in that the duck changing channels is much more entertaining than using the remote. And, the trade-off is hardly noticeable...at least if your old remote quacks incessantly when stepped on and frequently craps in the floor. Go for it!

    Now, for a random sampling of things I've been thinking today...

    -Bob Dylan...as a gangsta rap artist...in his trademark voice...
    "You can't run, baby...you can't hide...I'm Bob Dylan and I'm from the West Side..."
    ...and it goes on and on...
    "So I told the Man...baby, time's marchin' off the clock...then I shot the Man...baby, with my sexy Glock..."

    -Better than Hawaiian Punch...oh, wait...that deserves it's own post...hold on...

    -Kiwi Strawberry Hawaiian Punch isn't that good...Hawaiian punch in general, the homemade variety, is very gritty...but it'll help thwart the masses if boiled and spilled over the drawbridge as they charge! Mwahahahahaha!
    9:17p
    Better than Hawaiian Punch!
    Anyone remember the old Hawaiian Punch commercials with Punchy who would ask the guy "How 'bout a nice Hawaiian Punch?" to whit the fellow would reply "SURE!" and then be punched out? C'mon...sure you do...another unfortunate byproduct of immortality, I guess, for me.

    Anywho...I thought, "Hey! Why not make a beverage that is more intrinsically violent in its name!"

    So, presenting:

    "Roughly Sodomized by a Salty Cactus"

    You have our hero "Cacty" walk up and ask people "Hey! Wanna be roughly sodomized by a salty cactus!"

    You could purchase Roughly Sodomized by a Salty Cactus from vending machines or make it at home with Roughly Sodomized by a Salty Cactus easy to make drink mix!

    This goes well with my idea for a restaraunt dubbed "The Molested Donkey." Perhaps, at the "Donkey" we could serve "Roughly"...hmmm....

    I can see the commercials now...

    Current Mood: Rabid Generosity - "Here's a donation...TAKE IT, YA FREAK!"
    Current Music: Bill Haley and the Comets "Rock around the Clock"

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