Jeff S

Only 87 cents an issue

By the numbers, Combatrhino is still very relevant. Its appreciation is under-appreciated even by its creators (including this author).
But it is weird to wonder what place it has. I think someone, maybe joel or ryan, commented on how it has had an important place in keeping a group of people together. I don't know, what do you think? How can CombatRhino still be as cool as it has been (at points)?

this is not to say that it has lost anything or gained for that matter. but it is bizarre, it is very much a weird little organism, digital as it may be, which goes through mini bouts of awareness, fits, growth, etc. it has really been pretty cool, and I dont anticipate to drastically change....yet
your thoughts and ideas, please

statistics

A)
I have been logging AIM conversations since 8th grade (6 years), and doing so in a logical (properly formatted) fashion since 2002. The result is probably the largest set of data I can claim as my own, aside from perhaps my arrays of mp3 cds or what is becoming a longer list of blogs. I finally gave into technological temptation and installed a rather full bodied analyzing-type postgresql program for Adium. Details are irrelevant, but to give you a few interesting figures from the screen-name on my buddy list endowed with the biggest/hottest data (reginafalangi88/Erica Hart):

Number of instances of the word "poop," as ordered by screenname

Some might categorize this as some sort of bizarre disfunctionality, but I am rather proud of this figure. I wonder if Erik is jealous that he is not number 1, since he used to talk about his movements frequently.

Number of messages, in conversations with Reginafalangi88, per month in the year of 2004

Numbers tallied on the right are numbers of messages, and the numbers on the bottom correspond to the months of the year.

Now I would ask you what is weird about that one? I was surprised to see the drop out in June's messages myself; even for someone who is generally AIM-infrequent, this is somewhat abnormal. But! Then I remembered this! and I think everyone should revere her monk-like adherence to self-made predictions. Certainly I could learn a lesson or two.

B)

Saturday the 18th, Joel, Ryan, Jeff and I took advantage of the fiscal boon that is the College world Series (2 points for those not involved who know the kissee here).

It was not a booth at all, but exactly 0 people asked us about this inconsistency. We had 5 hecklers, one (and a half) of which attempted to apply rogue economics and undercut our project. Unfortunately offering free kisses doesn't change the fact that you are dirty.

We had 21.24 in revenue; adjusting for inflation (we threw in approximately 8 dollars to show people how to give us their money; please correct me if you can account for the exact figures here) we made precisely $13.24 (I know this much for sure). Enough for ice cream for just about four. Jeff (M) was the only one who got an individual kiss.

overalls

well I don't have any rational explanation as to how this came about (but as is the case with many of the past videos). but it is worth a peek for at least a few reasons. it should be enjoyed by the whole family, though surely the establishment will find flaws. but even the hope diamond has flaws. and this thing is probably bigger than the hope diamond. its 4.5 megs to be excact. enjoy!

Misson.mov (4.5 megs)

recapulatory

here are some of my favorite photos from the trip. I say some, because there were 350, and I probably wouldn't show you all of my favorite ones either. there has to be some sort of surprise!



In terms of Europe, I will offer you my complete, accurate assessment of the whole thing:

zie BloggenfraudÄr (From Berlin)

well here I am
in germany, where y's are z's on the keyboard
I am shortly arrived from France
where as expected I had a wonderful time with Erica
I wish I had pictures to show you! if I had known I would have access to the internet I would moblog as they call it
I thought that maybe this would be a delightful vacation from the internet
but I succumbed to internal pressure. But I am realizing slowly that the internet for good vs for evil is all about self motivation and not letting it become an addiction
drinking age is lower here. open beverages is allowed. plenty of techno. europe is a good place, I still like Amerika better, but I could live here provided the situation was right. look for more when I get back. good chance I will delete this when I get back, too, because its not that great of a blog.

work harder at the things you thing you are doing well, though. it is important to always be learning

the nebraska legislative year is over

I leave for France, today, at 2 pm, until the 13th of june.
I hope for it to be entirely enlightening. Erica and her sister will be there. I am bringing: 2 striped shirts. I might have forgot my pretention though. just kidding....

such that you do not get bored whilst I am away, here are a few things to gnaw and tear at

Binney Park photos! this was a Ricky Fulton volunteer event. this year it was located at 24th and Binney, North O, and we made a lot of cool friends (learn your manners!)

A few random tricks, care of some of the kids here and the other jeff! Most of these don't require explanation. That red thing is the mat behind the high jump pole deal.

it should be noted:
-I have been reading lately. what are books you like? who likes the idea of a combatrhino book club (though I'm fairly certain I executed this idea at one point, I don't remember what it was called)?
-please visit ilikenicethings.com while I am away, it is redesigned, repurposed, and hopefully dave has a hilarious little gem hidden away in his rimmed glasses
-there is a song out there, floating along AIM, which was recorded last night, the 3rd of june. If its subject matter was not so heinous/awesome/heinously awesome, I would put it up here. but alas, you will just have to find it. it's called "Grass on the field," if this gives you any indication of what it may very well be like. And I thank an anonymous someone who was courageous enough to help record it! And MartyWillenholly on AIM is a good place to look for the mp3 itself
-the other night a fantastic idea was come up with: does jeff fit??? it may very well spawn a fantastic domain name.

just passin me by

I am not a careful user of english

the hot dog king

on a visit to the local burrito shop which is known as "Q'Doba," I found myself face to face with a furmiliar villain.

Admittedly, my burrito experience is limited to what few ventures I made to the other mom and pop burrito shop which is known as "Chipotle" in New York, but suffice to say that I feel that a crticial appreciation of this style of shop has been built up (the two are direct copies of each other, so they will be compared as such, rather than actually criticizing their burritos for their burritoness)

The first beef I have is that there is no pork. Maybe this is my fetish-like wont of Southern goods, but there was no pig delight in store. That is just like an easy fix, as I see it. Other things, like the looseness of the burrito, I assume will only improve with time.

An interesting item of note: for those would-be conniseurs of pop, the mix is either naive in its ill-mixing, or fantastic in its cultivation of new flavors. I remembered half way into my Dr. Pepper that I was, in fact, drinking Coke. I tried the sprite for similar effect, and I reccomend you all to broaden your taste buds.

Will I visit the Doba again? Perhaps. I think for sentimental value if not for Burritoes. I must say, I prefer the simplicity in ordering at Chipotle, if I can say that I favor this style of restaurant at all.

Also of note: when/if you do go, use the high chair seats. I feel like most people avoid them out of fear, but only in seeing others use them will they become more widely adopted. And opinions expressed here are solely my own.

Thanksgiving balls

I hate to be a nag here, but....where are the blogs?

well since I am big brutish and in your face I will drop a little science, not even for pity's sake, but because I want to. I'm just that cold and funky, like James Brown's Out of Sight. And yes, as of writing, that is me who has it checked out from the library.

The thing is, when people don't write things, it's not that I think they are lazy or busy, I assume they are boring. and that is bad news bears, I hope?
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An interesting sort of meta-debate I have been seeing across many forms of everything is something like "elitists vs. populism." I saw it today in an article I read on the collectors world's natural opposition to designers who contract with major companies (look at Target ads and this might make more sense). I have seen it in some of the reaction towards Blink, a book I recently finished. Other people have mulled upon this subject as well.

But I think this speaks to a much larger sort of divide. I distinctly remember some conversation where I argued with someone the merits/dismerits of a book such as the DaVinci Code, a book whose major criticism is in its supposed pandering towards simpletons, or something like that. The question would be, should we be dumbing down or turning up our noses (figuratively of course)?

There are some grave intellectual trends implied here, that somehow an intellectual ruling class has the right to judge (or not) the "unwashed masses." But at the same time one cannot ignore the blatantly negative effects of dumbing down.

I guess my feelings depend largely on the situation; there are definite benefits to making something more widely available, and I feel as if this is possible without significantly altering content (in a given piece of art or information). But this responsibility to the actual content must be maintained, lest populist intentions create even more reason for end user/viewer/reader watering-down.

the two opposing examples I would draw and make fight in an arena would be the Académie Française and anything of the Sparknotes variety

on a bit note

sometimes, and I mean rarely, someone writes about something I have conceived in its entiriety in my mind way before they might have. the problem is that I don't know any famous people, so perhaps this is a better piece of writing than whatever I might have come up with. a good read nonetheless, especially if you think you might be funny but aren't sure

The joke is dead

what in the confound cat hair would you want me to do

In several conversations about the subject, the concept of post-awareness has been defined. I almost hesitate to write about this here, because to enter the idea in your heads is to lead you down a dark tunnel chalk full of insular references and cross references, but I will try and keep it simple for y'all. I wouldn't write it if I didn't think I could get you out, either. So here we go

Irony is a mindstate which has all but flooded our generation's consciousness. The example I often cite is clothing, specifically t-shirts; go to the mall, look at t-shirts, you will have some idea of what I'm talking about. But it is found everywhere else, it is movies, it is music and I guess I won't choose to venture into books, because I don't yet have enough of a literature backing to make informed decisions.

Irony is no longer novel. We've given it, what, about 20 years, but in less than a year, I somehow changed from making fun of things to making fun of people who make fun of things. What I end up dealing with is a parenthetical post-post-post maze, where in my mind I am wondering if I will advance to the next level of hierarchical understanding and condescension. And I guess me and whoever else is joining are ready to get off the train.

People are funny, I am not going to deny humor in people. But living this as a guiding principle is somehow flawed, it makes me want to wash my hands. It is at the basis of unjust culture theft, unfunny sarcasm, and awkward cultural misunderstandings. This is all due to too much insincerity, and in a post-aware world, it is no longer necessary for one to remain so desperately aware in order to be cool.

I do warn you, as was reminded of me by a professor, that one should not feed any sort of belief too much. The critical thinker doesn't dine on only one theory, lest his mind become clouded with that idea alone. As you can see with our friends the extremists of the religious right and even our real friends on the far protesty left, that sort of thing ends up being pretty circular. This is why I like emo music, but I don't love/live it. It is also why people start watching the OC ironically but inevitably come to a melodramatic point of addiction. In my understanding of the spectrum of emotional expression, one can not or should not be exclusively pure emotion or pure insincerity, rather, it is the mix of both which is apt to produce a more enjoyable person.
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here is a link to the essay I wrote about this subject, through the context of Beck. some people will find it intresting, while the rest are probably too insincere or emotional...:jeff:



This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License.

chez moi

I am at home the wonderful homaha. I just recently figured out irony so look forward to that piece of writing, but in the meantime, here is something I did
check it

oh and look at all the words that we have come up with

push the button!

As summer rolls in on neon, 20 inch rims, a word which has spent some time in my mind is Formative. rather than copying and pasting Merriam Webster to show exactly how legitimate and scholarly I am, I will just talk about myself a lot.

1.every Friday, during the lunch break of my 6 hour class, I always eat at a specific pizzeria, Mercato's. it is not my regular stop, as pizza there is only good around 70 percent of the time, but because the routine has been established, some intangible essence circumscribing the whole situation has made every friday lunch transcendent. they have a great pop mix. really great. actually the best part is the setup of the pizzeria itself:

which means that not only do you not have to look directly at whoever you may be eating with, but it feels like you are eating with everyone together. and makes staring at someone odd potentially that much easier

2.America's official pasttime is wearing fake moustaches, and admittedly I do it whenever I can remember to. today I purchased a new one whose actual title is "the casanova."

while walking home, I passed (as I always do) one of the many antique shops which line 10th street, Eskandar. I looked into the window only to find Michael Stipe (of REM fame) smiling back at me, assumably chuckling about my absurd and simultaneously delightful faux facial hair. I threw him a peace sign back. (I believe that those who might scoff at celebrity obsession are probably not as interesting as they purport to be)

the routine and the eventful are both things I will miss. at this point it is difficult to tell if I will miss them more than I miss Omaha. going home this break is certainly different than others, due to the larger expanse of time. hopefully I have done alright in documenting my various exploits, and more is sure to come, from this summer and beyond to next year.

knock knock who's there

so last night was pretty big, first rap concert. given how much I purport to represent rap, it was a good thing. it may have been the most intense concert for me; yes, even hardcore concerts somehow didn't match some of the energy here. dizzee's performance was fantastic. it probably helps that he is the same age as Dave J and others. during one of his singles, Jus a Rascal, both the crowd and I went wild. jumping up and down yes, but also halfway through he rapped over the beat from "Hip Hop" by Dead Prez and also "Lean Back" by Big Pun and Co. just....too....awesome

this is relevant in a larger sense too. one of the few tasks left before the exodus to omaha, I will be writing potentially the most interesting essay of my life. it is about Beck (cheap, right?) but it is more far reaching, or should be if I put the correct amount of effort into it. here is an anecdote that is relevant:

I was writing a paper in French, I don't remember about what. I pulled out my newly used french/english dictionary, to look up the word ironically. it doesn't exist. and that is why I need to move to france.

to know me is to know how i am simultaneously fascinated and not (thus is the paradox) with irony, spite, post-modernism, self-awaredness, whatever you want to call it. this is related to dizzee rascal and Beck and a good deal of my cultural experience, or should be if I work it right. I made a shady promise in backroom corridors to figure this out for myself by like may 8th or something like that. and hopefully this wasn't too vague, I probably won't publish the paper because joel didn't have much success with that. but I might rewrite a simpler, less fleshed out version

koolaid

"My man is crushin."
He subsequently extended his grip, seal of approval. Alcohol was clearly on the ticket, yet this black man definitely seemed to embody some form of cool.
"This dude is crrrrushin. Check him OUT," he beckoned his accomplice, who was either too drunk or too tired to signal recognition. We stood in The Pizzeria, a place whose singularity is repeated in name and quality. I was put up in an all red outfit; a red corduroy suit-coat, a differently colored red corduroy pair of pants, and yet an even differently colored red polo t-shirt. A bright green tie sealed the deal.
"Crush a holic," he said.
"Crush o-matic," I replied, then added, "Crush city, USA."
"You are pimpin tonight, I know you are..." He followed, "He's like santa claus! What red and green and all."
"Yes, I try and give my presents all across the land," I said.
"How do I get that? I gotta get that. He's even got the Air Moses sandals with white socks! You gotta hook me up with this. Check out my shirt"
He pulled up his sweatshirt, revealing a black t-shirt with a construction sign, below which stood the words "Pimp At Work"
"We could trade I suppose?" I asked, but he didn't hear.
"Keep it crushin man," and that was all.

boogaloo

this is something which may or may not be a very large project. it is a funny/odd idea to think about, and one for which many examples have trickled in in the course of a few weeks. if you have any good ones, please submit!

I am full into semi-creative production mode. currently, this refers to music, but it really applies to all other genres of artistry as well. inspiration can be either found on the fly or after a series of pre-meditated and summarized thought sessions. then I go into production mode. this involves the transcribing of a beat, writing like a step outline or a paragraph or phrases down, or whatever might apply. then refinement. more refinement and so on

this is how it is seen as a linear process. but sometimes, maybe due to the weather or my blood pressure, all of these elements somehow encircle to form a massive creative nebula. for me, this is like happiness personified. moments like these have created things I tend to enjoy greatly (ilikenicethings, the christmas rap, cadillac's on 22's video, any number of other internet things, photographs etc). the great thing though, is the more skills you have even a slight mastery upon, the more benefits you reap. I don't know why, but I can only assume that when this sort of confluence of events happens, if I had learned the lute I would be producing the funkiest lute music since the greeks.

also last weekend I went to miami and got a lot of big sunburns, and my hair is growing long, and I shaved my facial hair. exciting!

An arguement against the personal bubble

The ipod's popularity is a well-documented success for my only favorite company, Apple. Anymore the ubiquitous mp3 player seems like a freshman-in-college requirement: it is not an exaggeration to say that 95 percent of my friends have one or one like it.

Though I do not take credit for its rise, I do claim to be one of the early adopters. I am still running the original 5gb iPod, though it is no longer unable to transfer music and thus handicapped. In nearly four years its novelty has mostly worn off, though it still serves a utilitarian, and even theoretical purpose. It has even helped me to realize that I listen to music chronlogically, because like my father, I tend associate memories with music (not an original idea).

Though it could be argued that my habits might change if I had a more modern, all-encompassing ipod, I am not at all a fan of the all-music-all-the-time philosophy. I am as much of a musician and music-lover as most, but something about isolating ones self in a wall of carefully chosen playlists irks me.

I bring this up because it is a declaration I have heard often, for whatever reason, recently. I actively prefer purveyors of old school boomboxes (maybe more of a New York phenomenon?) to those who would enhance their detachment by signing on the well-designed, white line. People reference "personal soundtracks," and this I feel is an interesting allusion to cinema, but these soundtracks are not formed to ones self. While there is an appropriate venue for Rousseau-style self-contemplation, this is not what will make you remember "Beautiful" by Snoop Dogg (cody fox used to sing this through the halls).

CARNAGE!!!

bloonie is a site I have periodically maintained featuring things which probably don't fit in any particular category. maintaining various web presences, one tends to accumulate random images and websites, and this chronicles some of that. I hadn't done much with it up until I had a drastic cause:

death chair
this story may make you sad, but I tried to make it funny too. regardless, both breaking and losing clothing are particularly sad. unlike with other material goods, clothing is a part of you in both a clich�d and literal sense. you wear it instead of your naked body, so you adopt their -ness in a way. I will miss my green pants, though I am trying out some replacements, but I am sure we are familiar with how that works

I have been blah-ing to many about my desire for alternative transportation for a while, so when Eli found a better scooter, I took up his old one. it is sort of nerdy, but the idea of a scooter gang is pretty appetizing. in the same way that I feel compelled to do something snow-related when it snows here, I always make myself scoot around the parks when now that we are thawing
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girl 1: Yeah I swear I always have one single thing hurting, like how my shoulder hurts all the time
girl 2:yeah for me its definitely my right knee
girl 3:I think mine is everything

does she even realize she is not following the rules?????

roxithar dertha nuhbagel

A lot of people have a lot of different ideas for combatrhino. It makes me happy that people are interested somehow in its future; I'm all about promoting a discussion. I hope that out of this "puberty" as I would suggest, will arise something great.

It should be noted that a small sidebox on the top left of the main page shows how to access combatrhino from school. Though I harbor no beef against Westside, I see no reason why our site should be banned. I can cite many educational pages on the website if need be, and if the problem is some sort of bandwidth pull, low bandwidth pages are not difficult to cook up from this end.

Whilst talking with Jayme F yesterday, the subject of just what makes a blog not good came up. In the spirit of honesty, I present these to you. I realize that some would criticize those who over-criticize (irony?), however this list is a relatively objective presentation of those things which bug me, Jeff Sisson, as a reader.

-Infrequency of blogging. This is easy to recognize, but blogging right now will not fool anyone
-On the other hand, frequent blogs with no purpose. How do you know if your writing is purposeful? If you were not you, a hard concept to grasp even for the non self-centered, did you come to learn something in reading it? If not, chances are I am already un-reading your blog
-Spelling errors (unless creative, which is basically limited to ironic usage of AIM language)
-Unironic usage of AIM language
-Apologies for not blogging
-Being overly didactic about how good blogs should be (irony?). Here is a good guide for whether you are writing your blogs the correct way: are they terrible for others to read? If yes, I would try something else
-Photos which are too large
-Care of Joel: Bad/Inexistent Grammar

this is short and doesn't get into any of my personal tastes, just so things are out on the table. not suggesting anyone is in jeopardy of anything....or AM I????

Hopefully everyone can read this quickly because I am saving my non combatrhino material for another blog.

26-2

The line anyone who hasn't seen Napoleon Dynamite likes to repeat is the one about skills (which does not permit you to comment on this movie). And unfortunately, this is precisely my goal in life as well. Having been bred from an early age to be intellectual (I was weaned on PBS), sometimes I feel deprived of certain analog skills. This is not to say I am lacking of the people to teach me them, or that I don't know how to do many things, just that I am intensely drawn to the idea of knowing how to do many things.

You could say it is an addiction to "how to's". It is not even necessary to be adept at the google to know how easy it is to find a dearth of this sort of information on the internet. I could start you off with ehow.com, howstuffworks.com, though I would expect at least some of you to recognize these. Wikipedia.org sometimes too

The problem, as I see it, is that this help is too generalized. What satisfies my digs is usually much more specialized, often how to build things that are purchasable and seemingly not-build-able, doing something vaguely illegal (picking locks!) or maybe something even more odd. It is for this reason that my unofficial life goal is to write a sort of encyclopedia/how to guide, for life, based on how I lived it (obviously with the assumption that how I live my life is how everyone else should because I am always right.)

Expect to read it in a year maybe. I have done everything there is to do anyways

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two new raps have been recorded. actually billions are being recorded every day, check out elemental magazine. but expect two new raps somehow affected by me to be digitized and uploaded

p.s. what happened? where is all the writing I like to read here? some disease attacked the land that made you stop blogging or be boring

metamambo

The internet has somehow stopped its gratification. I find myself visiting websites (manually; I don't care for bookmarks or RSS) just to be doing so, separate of whether there is reason or change. people like to be clich� and talk about how the figurative "world" moves so fast that we can't catch up, at least in part due to the global consciousness provided by the internet; unfortunately, I have caught up and done extra credit projects, now feeling vacant and bored. for me, doing the internet is comprised of long expanses of the routine, interspersed with little morsels of transcendence. Usually those moments of greatness have much more to do with outside events or inspiration than the internet itself anyways.

Here is what I am getting at, as what would a non-whiny blog be without some call to action, is that I feel the need to just sort of tone it down a bit. Avid readers would remind me that for lent I gave up giving up things, but I am not giving up the internet. No matter how good Erica thinks giving it up entirely is, that is not even a possibility for me realistically (if only for academic purposes, although that would just be lying on my part :) ).

but I think I just can't keep at this pace with nothing in return. and its not even the "oh I don't have a REAL life." I do. I feel like so long as I retain my inability to play video games, I will always be guaranteed of not being a loser. its just that I am too dependent on technology as an activity rather than a means for something else (I feel it should be more like books than dance dance revolution).

to further disprove that this is giving something up, I am not even going to make rules for myself as I usually do (on that note, whenever lent DOES end, I will have a spectacular treatise on rules and a new and delightful concept for you all to eat a loaf of). I will just try and read a book instead, or take pictures, make something beuatiful, or whatever. Just something else less luminous, if only for a while (in a screen brightness way, not a Pat C. Hoy luminous/numinous way).

he makes machines

first the gates
everytime it has snowed, thus far, some magical force has compelled me to take advantage of the weather. whether its cause is college, the snow, or the nyc, if its snowing it is guaranteed I am out there. so when I remembered that the metaphorical stars had aligned, the gates and snowfall, something of course had to be done. now is where I get way artsy on y'all

towards the beginning of the year, Jeanne Claude and Christo, the well-known artists who created this massivo projectus, spoke at my writing the essay lecture. for me this was undeniably cool, as they are so stereotypically french and art (yet another intersection of awesome in my book). and they are wrappers (pun city, usa). they have this credo that their art means nothing beyond the aesthetic, a modernist notion, but of course everyone else wants to force something onto them. but ms. jeanne claude and her fiery red hair shut down every idiotic repetition of the question "what does it mean?" don't you know better than to second guess a gaul? Souvenez-vous de ne jamais se disputer avec une personne Francaise!

so obviously I have been pumped about this event for months, which is amazing, considering the otherwise great lengths my spite box goes to surround me in bullshit reasons for not liking things. something about that saffron-ness. anyways this has nothing to do with sledding, but I guess what I am getting at is that if there is something that could be fun it is highly recommended that you do it. I am not saying that everything you do is fun, because it for sure is not. but if you see an opportunity, something you may never do again in your life, what is holding you back? certainly it is not the fact that you need a hall pass, or rather it shouldn't be.

this is a perfect segway into the next subbbbbbbbject
subway party?
at the cafeteria, madeline and I, two parts of the adventerous asexual trio (unless you count the presidents day video), reflected upon the fact that it was sad that somehow we had no plans due to dave being errmmmm OCCUPIED. madeline had school work to do, but the coolest guy in the world, the movie, the band, the musical, Eli is always down to be down.
anyways follow a twisted train of weird events and you get to the fact that rumor on the street (the figurative street because I think THE street is actually located somewhere in brooklyn. THE corner is not located far away. THE pizzeria is not far off either, where fomerly THE pizza deal [two slices and a pop for 3.90] was located. is anyone surprised at the emergence of so many THE bands out of new york anymore?) was that there was a subway party. who loves long paranthetical phrases?

now not that I am advocating the consumption of the alcohol, but has anyone seen that smirnoff commercial with a subway party? it was certainly cool enough in my advertising experience that I could tell you the exact song featured in it. basically, attractive people have a sweet party in a subway. cool eh?
well, while running slightly late with another one of eli's rad friendz borna, we were doubting whether this was even going to happen. but sure enough when we entered the union square subway station, we heard reverbed shouts and drumming. party much?

it actually took a while for the subway to come, during which I said hi to a bunch of people who were there that I more or less knew. I happened to be porting my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles headband (purple for donatello) and this was lucky. Because this was on the yellow line, the "broadway" N Q R W lines, this was an N party! nametags were being distributed by a madame in a bowtie, the rule was your costume (to be made up on the spot or whatever) had to begin with an N. well hey LUCKY ME ninja turtles ehhhh
and the train arrived!

all of these people were NYU people, so to be fair it wasn't exactly "hard core" as some might delineate. but it served its purpose.

here is the tom the eli the borna.

and a better view of the car itself. notice that there are non party people on here, how fun! although it was duly noted that the party was relatively wack.... though there were costumes, it doesn't really make it a party just because you are yelling "look at how much fun we are having at this partyyyyyyy"
also as you may have assumed, these were taken on mi cameraphoni. I hate that I didn't have a camera, but honestly nothing was going on SUPER interesting. I guess it served its purpose, though I never really wanted to have to announce the fact that I got a new phone in the first place.
anyways afterwards we deboarded due to boredom, and proceeded to take the train back downtown. we were in a crew with other kids, a group of 6 total, in a relatively empty car. then this dude just like sat next to me. I guess the awkwardness of this situation can't really be explained to people who haven't rode the subway, but needless to say it was awkward.
man I will never stop digging this city

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here is what the cool kidz are doing:
-the replacing of certain letters, s's with z's, i's with y's and the other way around
-the usage of the form "____town, USA" to describe nearly anything. here is dave's away message from last night:
"My Face
Pillow Avenue
Sleepville, USA
send me letters!!"
-WARNING VULGARITY: perhaps you have heard of the phrase "rock out with your cock out." well I hadn't. but in the vein of me thinking of awkwardly hilarious alternatives to using already specific grammatical forms, I created "malice with your phallus"

and lastly
perhaps you have noticed the cute little picture bar on my side
it is Flickr!
without being karl and reccomending EVERYthing, I have found this service to be quite invaluable, given that I usually take enough pictures to make it worth it. though for certain larger projects I will always require my own independent space, this is convenient for my daily photo needs

This is my crew (Westside)

00:25:27 Joel: so westside admin is now obsessed with cr

Recently, I have percolated on the subject of censorship in the grand ole WHS. Though I don't typically like to reflect on the halls and grandeur of my alma mater--I guess I have a sneaky fear that doing so is like crossing your eyes for too long---I feel like this is a topic worth discussion.

Due to the emergence of universal westside student computer access, the school has been much more concerned with the monitoring of student communications at school (and elsewhere, but I will get to that). The question, of course, is how much of this is good and why should you be concerned?

The intersection of technology, the administration, and me or my cohorts (too evil? how about GANG MEMBERS!) is definitely not new.
My first self-aware (websites that included gif animation don't count) venture into the internet was a fake site for those suffering from Loss of center of balance syndrome, which nearly costed Erik and I a trip to the dean's office. Well it was actually the flyers we got in trouble for, but thats besides the point (this was freshman year). Other projects which I'm sure attracted the attention of the administration, include but are not limited to: the Giant buddy list, mr. kingston's buddy icons (which I plan to update soon!), the maynards video, joel's class officer speech, controversy surrounding the regretful suicides of WHS students, and most recently something which most know about so I will choose to not post it here. The point is the Combatrhino Crew has been savvy and motivated for quite some time.

Remember suckside.tk? For those unaware, this was a site devoted to bashing westside, which was later shut down and prompted the near-expulsion and suspension of a few students a grade above me. This was before laptops invaded Westside, when the boundary between school use of computer and home use was still ambiguous. I am not intimately familiar with the rules, but I believe basically anything on the laptops is fair game, including anything viewed on the internet (combatrhino.com), whether you are at school or at home.

In light of very recent events, should you view the main page of combatrhino from WHS, you will be prompted with the following message (read: A message that me, Jeff Sisson, wrote for the purposes of warning you, combatrhino reader):

welcome westside personnages! With all the respect that is due to this fine institution itself (of which most are graduates or currently attending), I would only gently remind you that any and all communication (comments, blogs, IMs, emails) COULD be monitored. Not to freak you out, just a happy little reminder from your homeboy, the OG-Orwell, George. Happy rhino-ing! -The Combatrhino Staff

It may seem like a warning, but I assure you that the rebellious spirit is not lost or gone. I see it as more of an affront against the administration than a this-is-forbidden sign.
Truth be told, I don't have any specific beef with the administration, and I am not so insular that I can't realize that we had it pretty damn good at Westside. But an uncritical people is a sleeping people, so I still encourage you to visit combatrhino and post what you will and do what you want, just keeping the above in mind.

It is my understanding that all of xanga is blocked at school? And moreover that the technowizards keep watch on peoples' xangas? (in this regard the giant buddy list could be seen as a big favor to the administration, but I'm not too worried). Well then if you think about it, there is a reason why the Rhino still remains viewable.
In a general sense, I would like to believe that there is a reason why everyone who is combatrhino is here (though we really are open to anyone who wishes to join). Yes we are critical, but we never have resorted to saying class sucks (and again feel free to correct me, I don't always read everything, but I try). It is thus important for the administration to recognize that while, because of their literal ownership of the laptops and therefore controlled access, they do not own our minds (cliche). web publishing is different than whisper and gossip in that it is formalized, but I see this as a more constructive form of dialogue than some other "state-supported" formalized mediums at the school.
This problem scales to the concept of blogs in general. Most would be ignorant not to realize that the popularity of blogs is due to their relative lack of hierarchical supervision. So enjoy your free speech please, at school or elsewhere, the more diversity of opinion, the better. don't be a minga

Chester Garfield is frontin'

Given the new found glory of having President's Day off (cheap? no? maybe we should have a protest), it was determined at some point that something monumental should be done.
And this was determined by me, nearly a week before hand. So you can understand the sort of expectations I had set for myself and anyone I came in contact with.

For the sake of brevity, I will address this 72 hour capsule of fun first in short form, then in its entirety (keeping in mind it is not yet the holiday itself, so there is still a whole nother day to electorally kick it)

The first, another video from the star-studded film duo. Before you criticize, I suggest you watch for Dave's blog, who intends to address various facets of its awesomeness. I would only direct you, as hilariously pointed out by Erica H, towards a moment towards the end where I magically personify my father (in appearance and gait). czech it out
President's Day (mpeg video, 20 mb)

The rest of this weekend will be presented after the jump because I feel it is too large to clutter the main page. And I understand that you, the internet, are an impatient fellow, so I offer you this (which may or may not be the only picture of me featured....?!?)

I can promise you hasidic magic school bus scrawls, hipster malls, presidential assassination/sex mash ups, and lotz more

that picture was taken late on friday, at Wo Hop, one of the more caucasian-frequented restaurants in Chinatown, but none the less still good. in my mind, should the Chinese wednesday crew ever have an opportunity to just like eat chinatown, I could die content (though I was spiteful of the group at the time, admittedly)

intially in the week, Dave J, Madeline, (Monica?) and I had grandiose plans to go to Boston, Washington D.C. or Cape Cod were all considered, but later abandoned due to lack of effort/funds. So the destination was then narrowed to Montauk. But then around 4 a.m. sunday morning, this was scrapped in favor of brooklyn. Foreign cities => long island => another borough. but I was determined (watch the video!) to have fun

there are three gates to this mythic city, two shown here are the brooklyn and manhattan bridges. it was not clear which would hold the key to the

temple of groom, but it seems like a bridge named after the intended destination is likely to send us in the right direction (yes, we were mapless carmen sandiego).

obviously we had to relish in manhattan while we could

but it was time to leave. brooklyn is unique because so many different microcosms exist within a relatively small space. I feel like I have told the story of me in Brooklyn, literally making one wrong turn and going from art galleries to the projects, many times. the idea was to go as far as we could into the belly of the beast, searching for the ideal meal. it should be noted that I feel like nearly every "journey" that I am a part of is usually food related

we passed by urban neighborhoods, empty streets, discarded trash, Kennedy Fried Chicken, we had jarritos, we saw the coolest kid in the world from my French Class, and finally we delved into Williamsburg.

williamsburg is interesting because it is part orthodox jew part hipster. the jewish part is the most concentrated representation of a religion that I have ever seen (I have never been to the middle east though). we decided their garb is pretty emo.
then we entered hipstertown! williamsburg is like the more street version of the village, where we live. did you know that there is a hipster mall? a hipster mall? the world is devouring itself inside-out, like a warner brothers cartoon character.

we eventually found a suitable restaurant, not of any specific food genre, but it had tater tots (spare me napoleon dynamite, these have been good since elementary school). after walking an estimated 7 miles, this meal could have been vomit-baguette and it would have been the best meal EVER. it is clich�, but there is nothing better than extended physical work for making food taste delicious.
also, in post-facto but pre honor of presidents day, for some reason we thought it clever to combine names of assassinators of presidents/famous people with sexual terms. I'm sure you have way more clever ones, ours were relatively bad (yet awesome?) such as sirhan sirhandjob. its like the animals game but tougher

if you are blurring your eyes at this point and watch the OC, read this
everyone remember Marissa? How could you not? Her name is the new way of referring to drinking without purpose, and her face is so ambivalently, expressively delightful. well I ask you, what would be better than, say, Marissa + Motivational Math Posters????

I love New York

then this evening it was snowing. I don't know what prompts me to take pictures and compel myself to play in the snow EVERY time it snows, but I would feel like a dingleberry if I don't. so fun was had, this time sans Dave, plus Rachel, with Madeline.

snow angels

and

it was asserted that some people under the guidance of my camera are not presented in a good light. I argued that it is all up to the subject, and we at combatrhino know well how to practice our picture face

I hope you have stayed with me, but I certainly don't mind if you haven't. I am unaccustomed to this long form. love me still

Rolling in the free

Remember the free chaise? Take that perhaps indescribable feeling (could anyone associate? maybe not) and multiply it by 800.

It was discovered by hearsay that five locations in each of the five boroughs on friday would be having a giveaway of 100 free round-trip tickets from the airline JetBlue (if you are not familiar with them, they are uber popular because they are cheap, though they only serve certain locations). To get a ticket, you had to dress up as one of the JetBlue cities, and bring a canned good for a food drive. Obviously, this was an opportunity not to be missed. Though I realized I had a 6 hour class starting at 10 the next day, I gambled

Madeline, of Dave J fame, hypothesized that the location in Manhattan, located in the ever-popular ESPN Zone restaurant in Times Square, might not be ideal. Our options were the other boroughs, but we in the end decided on the Bronx as the ideal candidate. My costume was a mormon, from salt lake city

After a night of other fun, a group ventured out around 2 a.m. to get in a line for the give-away at 8 a.m. in the morning. To our surprise we were the first ones there! And it remained that way for quite a while, but slowly a line began to build. The situation was so positive that other friends of ours were invited; there were only a few people in line.

Then trouble started. Only the first 100 people in line would get tickets. There was no question that our friends were in the first 100, in fact they were probably in the first 30. We figured why not have them sit with us since order doesn't matter....but apparently to the philosophs north of Manhattan, this is against the rules. Now I won't deny that I am a man of rules, but what ensued can only be described as hilariously awkward.

Do you remember Lord of the Flies? It all makes sense now. A new order was attempted, unnofficial "lists" floated around the line of people, there were mumblings of a mutiny (a lady in a tiger hat proclaimed that it just wasn't fair). Apparently they don't understand the communicative property? 1 + 2=2 + 3. BUT NOT IN THE BRONX

Anyways, though some in our group had more gusto in defending our logically superior position, I had been just sitting for 4 hours in the cold, so I just coccooned in my blanket as the tension was way much to handle.

Luckily things settled, and we all got tickets! I can't decide if people outside of the people who had this magical experience even understand like the joy, but hopefully a fun weekend getaway to Nassau (bahamas!) or LA will be had in the near future.

Check out the visual documentation!!!!!!!!!!

mind games

I came up with this idea whilst thinking about the whole Lent concept, both in an ironic and totally un-ironic sense (you should comment on how self-obsessed I am and how this affects my attractiveness). I think it's nearly as good as my halloween costume

I am giving up giving up things for lent

Those who are familiar with me know of my tendency to give things up, both to conversational and actual ends. No more I say (until easter)

Things given up in the past (or considered):
Diet Pop (one year running)
Carbonation (end of october through thanksgiving of 2004)
Listening to all music except the Beatles (planned but not executed, march 2005)
The word that (one week in junior year)
The internet/computer (tried unsuccessfully at many different times)
Talking (planned around september/october 2004)
Spending money on inauguration day (whoops! just kidding)
Belts (january through until the end of this year theoretically)
Tying shoe laces (6th grade through 9th grade)

I realize some of the considered ones are cheap, but by considered I mean that I spent a considerable chunk of time devoted to actually looking at how this could realistically be done and most likely then just forgot about it or got interested in a new thing to give up. There are certainly thousands of others which I have merely mentioned in passing, but these are the ones that made the cut and will be kept in mind (or out of mind, as it were).

It would be easy to look at this as a doing things lent, thus somehow defeating the point, but I assure you that it will be difficult. This means giving up saying I am going to give things too. Hopefully I can report the results at some point.

bingo city

a year after the fact, I have no idea if this treatise on censorship is even still relevant. but I felt special around the time it was published in the esteemed Lance. enjoy! (image was published too)

       You certainly heard about it. Good chance you saw it too. The weeks post-breast-reveal (P.B.R. as I will heretofore refer to it) were full of Janet and her breasts in their blurred out glory. Oh, and Justin Timberlake was there too.
       Now, while I don�t consider myself an expert in any facet of football, I do feel especially qualified to reflect on these events. I saw the event undress, as it were.
       Star-shaped pasties aside, is anyone really shocked about the Super Bowl? Janet Jackson was de-bloused. But is America actually so prude?
       The answer is confusing. At least we can trust the current administration with the job of guiding us through this steamy jungle of sex, lies, and videotapes, right?
       Perhaps you find yourself asking �Am I supposed to like this?� Don�t fret, just call attorney general John Ashcroft�s toll-free line. It�s the same number with which you can call in liberals . . . uhhhrrr . . . terrorists.
       When John Ashcroft called in a sculptor to specially cover up Lady Justice statue�s breast, I couldn�t help but melt in a fit of irony. Should we entrust this same government with the job of policing the airwaves?
       No. Regulation of media decency is wrong. And I am always right. For those politically-aware students, please don�t write letters to the editors as I will promptly throw them away.
       Multiple committees were formed P.B.R. in an attempt to squelch the sex and violence crazed beast known as television. Unfortunately, findings of some bureaucratic assistant deputy secretary on �morality� will not matter. If less breasts mean lower ratings for the networks, decency will be damned.
       Who is the government to decide what I am able to watch on the networks?
       This decency battle is not exclusive to the national level, however. A recent article published in the Omaha World-Herald discussed locals writing in to their government representatives to ask for more moral legislation.
       As Omahan Greg Youell put it, �It is undeniable that the rampant immorality on TV will undoubtedly increase our society�s acceptance of extramarital sex, co-habitation etc.�
       We Nebraskans better stand up for our morals, lest that three lettered word spread too much, and, god forbid, gay marriages be legalized...
       If watching �risqu� TV is wrong, I don�t want to be right.
       Others may argue that the media censorship comes as much from inside the industry as out of it. To an extent, this is true. Recently, shock jock Howard Stern was removed from the lineup at various Clear Channel affiliated stations due to morality concerns. The radio jockey who in effect mainstreamed on-air sex gimmicks has constantly toed the line of morality.
       Interestingly enough, at a recent press conference of Stern�s, conservative radio pundit Rush Limbaugh came to his support. Maybe it�s just me, but it seems when ultra conservatives and ultra liberals join forces against you, you are wrong.
       Censorship is not always so bad. I applaud those parents of younger children who wish to employ personal censorship. There is a proper time and place to expose your children to the more extreme aspects of the media.
       However, parents of kids my age are naive in thinking they can shield their children indefinitely. Not only is this unrealistic, it is unsmart. The TV is a powerful tool when used with parental discussion.
       Pop quiz. Say, theoretically, you are channel surfing and rest on channel 27, home of the Golden Girls. You start to panic; �I can�t handle their crazed-sexual-geriatric antics!� What do you do? (Answers provided at the bottom of the article)
       I have been avoiding this the whole article, but I can�t lead my readers on any longer. I believe there is one, and only one, appropriate place for federal regulation of decency: Pat Robertson�s 700 Club (I always end up at channel 3 when trying to watch TRL on 35). If ever a bill banning this show, which hastily slurred Muslims in the aftermath of 9/11, passed through congress, I would most definitely support it.
       The next time Janet Jackson malfunctions her wardrobe, or anything else of �questionable moral nature� appears on TV, use your best judgement. For you, this may mean change the channel. However, if you wish to revel in a pastie-filled moment of classic live television, be my guest.
       Answers: a.) Change the channel

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vproj 2005

okay so I deleted the original content (minus the link) of the original blog because it was way boring and frankly only there because I felt obligated. anyways, I like videos like this partly because I feel like I am at my best when in short form (making the grade?).
the protagonist is faced with a question I feel like we have all grappled with at some point or another in life: whether to do sliding? it is not illegal here in New York, though if you do it in omaha in some parks late at night you may be cited for trespassing

I am beginning to accept that filmmaking is something I am able to do, though I need to get a camera (dave is good though). it is a weird mood to be feel ambivalent when in such a straightforward major as "Film School," but I feel like any legitimately cool person in film shouldn't actually be annoying and boring, and that making good films hinges upon being good at life

another qualm which is interesting is finding people willing to be in movies about nothing (or rather just student movies in general). you don't need professionally trained actors, as you might see, but sometimes its tough to find people who are willing to be genuine, which is really all its about anywayz

for the uninitiated, right click this (or control click for the mac) !

p.s. this is the same video as in daves blog

p.p.s. joel has a class with gregor schuring

narcissism and ALL of its evil ilk

"why are you so in love (obsessed with, full of, enamored by) yourself?"
-anonymous comment, from the last blog

What better way to answer this question than to write on and on all about me and my narcissism!

While I don't plan to pine away my years, doomed to stare at a reflection of myself in an eternal pool, I do agree that I have a pretty sweet self-esteem. 5 out of 6, as I would say.
And therein lies the trap! Avid readers or knowers of knowledge would note that quite a while ago I proposed the idea that our number system should be based on 6's instead of 5's and 10's. This is an A+ jeff sisson original. I will probably reference this when rating anything for about the next 9 months, after which point I will develop a new phrase of similar eccentricity, and it will be equally as mind-blowing and conversation-provoking.

I mention this specific example, because this is how much of my life works (as I view it, which again to be fair, is pretty self-enamoring). I have lists and lists chalk full of things written down, like "my spiritual retainers". I don't even know what this means! But it still a good idea, whatever its meaning. I also know this is not a totally foreign concept; a friend Joel asked me about something similar he had written down (nonoffensively) "Why would people in wheelchairs not need blogs?"

I realize that this has strayed off of the original topic, which was me. But it relates. I guess with all of these concepts, be they pictures of, or ideas from, writings by myself, I invest some sort of faith that some people enjoy some of the things I do. That in some way i am genius, and the things I am doing, no one else is doing them.
I realize that this is what Ms. Whitney told you in first grade, but it resounds probably more true than you think. It is entirely possible to never be bored when you enjoy yourself, because you just think up of stuff. All the time.

a 4.0 if I say so

p.s. I figured it was relevant to include a picture of yet another blatant self-lover, dave j

flip hop

a few concepts on my mind recently:

"TCB" New Year's Resolutions:

I have never really supported the concept of new year's resolutions. It seems like its this big joke (� la going to movies ironically [more on this later]) that I never really got; so you set the goal to lose weight but you just say screw it and laugh it up month later? I guess I'm not laughing. Why not just set resolutions we can, in fact, meet? That's not very funny though I guess.
This idea, it should be noted, was inspired by an away message of Joel F's, where he detailed his goal of pooping without wiping. While others found the humor in this, I decided to get down to business. One I came up with myself was to not wear a belt. While this is a perennial idea of mine, it seems much more hardass when employed through a year-long trial. Do you really need belts anyways?

Postmodern Political Pragmatism:

People are really taken to this whole "Oh maaaaaan, let's move to Canada" idea. And hey, that's O K. But it seems way depressing to cave in to the media determined notion that we are somehow destined to recede into a generation of cynics even more so than the slackers before us; that doesn't make me want to bake a cake. So I thought of this for those of my age (or younger/older) who are hopeless optimists but who recognize the inherent flaws in "the system".
Yes, we realize that Watergate happened, and people like Tom DeLay are still eating babies. But also we (most? a few?) somehow avoided the narrow-minded cynicism of our parents and previous generations. This somehow magically/critically allows us to support the dated but still working system. Best thing is, you don't even have to know whether you truly are supporting it, or doing so for the same reasons that you like Tony Danza; Pragmatic Postmodern Politicalism doesn't even ask these questions! Just keep on voting, and keep on threatening to move to canada, and get back to business with the cake.

Re: Irony

It seems the number of conversations I have with people about irony and its ilk double every day. That means that in a month I will have no time to do homework or to sleep, as I will be wholly occupied having conversations about irony. Simpletons be warned, the following piece could just blow your mind.

The first principle of irony is transcendence. To become ironically cool, you must embrace that which is originally uncool. The textbook example would be the trucker hat (which you are not allowed to comment on). However this is now not the method of hipster related ironic appreciation. Living in New York has brought me to learn about a advanced/opposed form, using many of the same principles. I have begun to hear of and see those who are unironically appreciating that which the hipsters despise, in spite.
I had a conversation with a friend here who described how his friends quasi-ironically listen to Lindsey Lohan and other similarly rancid musics for this purpose. Once you get this deeply involved, I think it is unclear if you are even being ironic anymore. In fact, this is the phenomenon that I believe is evident with a lot of hipster hip hop listeners (not everyone, just some people. I unironically like hip hop, and I am pretty sure Tommy does too)

Now perhaps this subject doesn't interest you; this is probably a good thing. However, it truly troubles me. Our future leaders may spend more time filibustering about how their rivals are "way pretentious" and that "it's unfair to appreciate hip hop unironically" and what not. At this point I am giving up on explaining this, because I feel like it's needing a graphic that will take a while to make. So I guess more on that at a later date.

dudes wanna live my life but can't carry my weight

I am having conflicted feelings about leaving, so instead of addressing them directly I will temporarily dodge the subject entirely!

Music is "easy" for most; case in point, 100% of my friends listen to music. The thing is, I actually think music is very hard to talk about. Instead, in this installment I find it cute to talk about one particular way of listening to music.

A lot of people these days love to talk about the iPod, the neo technology jesus that can vacuum my room and keep me in curfew (it should be noted that as many people love to talk about how they hate the iPod). But in truth, this concept of assembled music as an art dates back to the greeks. In truth, it doesn't date back to the greeks, but I have used this fact in enough of my essays that I feel comfortable assuming that this is most likely true.

Does anyone remember tape players? I certainly didn't, until I reached a difficult point in my life recently: I was unable to load a regular tape into a tape deck. That a seemingly easy task was turned into such a labor reminded me how awesome tapes were. What is cooler than walking home with Erik Peterson? Listening to a mix tape.
But computers changed all of this. The mix CD was something strikingly similar but different as well. Wow, I can finally skip over Don McClean's "American Pie" and move on to something less damaging to my soul. In fact, I would like to try and claim some part in the early stages of advocating the mix CD as a concept. Though it may seem apocryphal, I used to sell them at 15 dollars a pop. Unfortunately Bryant introduced me to napster, and the golden age of Mix CD robber barons was ushered out, along with the accompanying glamorous lifestyle.
Though I'm no longer to profit off of the ignorance of the masses, the mix CD lives on as in gift form, much like origami and macaroni necklaces. As professed by music movies and television, the mix is the perfect way to declare loveeeeeee

but as I soon found out, the reality is much more harsh!
Somewhere around sophomore year, I came up with the still brilliant idea shown here in its original form. I will pop tart it for you: one deliberates on what music defines them (which, as any astute listener will tell you, is not always the music you listen to the most often), assembles this into a relatively good sized mix cd, and a musical calling card is created. You trade this same cd with many others, as this is zero loss situation (assuming you are not trading with David Hasselhoff).
Naturally I had to test this out, and made a mix which was actually fairly on center in terms of accuracy. And the most obvious primary target was someone who I was infatuated with at the time. Unfortunately (or not? if you know who I am talking about), things didn't work out. Plus she never gave me her cd!
I gave another mix to a separate girl, though not strictly based on my Revolutionary idea. A day (?) later she broke up with me. Someone who I was informally interested in followed the same sequence of events. And at an even later date, I inadvertently caused myself to stop pursuing yet a different love interest by making a mix cd for her (although in this situation it was probably for the better).
It was at this point that I came to understand the disturbing pattern I had somehow frankensteined: the act of me giving mix cds to girls in which I was interested effectively terminated whatever chances I have had with them.

So to round this up, music is cool but tough to put in words, there are many ways of listening to it, but be careful with mix CDs because they have the power to RUIN YOUR LIFE unless used carefully.

novacaine has control of my face, in a non metaphorical way

to deconstruct an entire life, this is a difficult task. for me, it is made much easier by the fact that in my mind, my life started around age 14. for reasons both well known and not well known at all, I had a mid life crisis. if I live past 30, it will be awesome, but I will not need to buy that sports car because I've already gone through all that jeez.
that is when I became the cool guy you know and love. I see middle school as a blight upon my mind, and my freshman year as the year that I rejected the binding chains of the machine(metaphor) and donned the clothing for the revolution(?). since my womanizing and bootlegging days, I have (hopefully) become a better dude. I highly recommend to anyone reading anything you've previously written, blogs included, for your own proof of this phenomenon.

my point is, if it has been disguised in representation, that much of my life has been set by the women who inhabit it. this is not to say that guys don't rule, because, let's face it, they do. but much like periods in art, styles in film, or decades in music, I tend to associate my new and better me with the girl who probably represents that.

but now is like a crossroads, as said by the aptly titled the rap song created near the end of the summer. when does this process of change stop? not that I will personally ever stop improving; in fact, it is my well-worn belief that there is a calculatable, derivative-able rate of change at which I become more awesome. but in terms of the females, when am I going to stop changing?
at this point in my life, I feel like that moment is now. some people say that music never improved upon classics like the beatles, others feel that seinfeld was the penultimate sitcom. while I realize that by saying this, I probably seem naiive (I am no stranger to naivet�: at one point in my life I declared to everyone I thought I knew that basically I had achieved all there was to achieve), the person I am with now is someone who I can see knowing for the rest of my life. her name is Erica H. and I love her.

p.s. I am reading the book "Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs" by Chuck Klosterman. mostly I'm more post modern than you...suck it debaters

terraplane blues

Lately, something with which I have been fascinated is the legend of Robert Johnson. He is a bluesman, living in the time before the Jenn and Brad breakup and GPS watches. According to legend, he learned to play the guitar the way Faust was permitted to do whatever it is he was permitted to do when he sold his soul to the devil. Which is to say that he sold his soul to the devil.
Whether or not this is true is certainly up to debate, and much like in any other tale of fantasy, the concept has been gentrified and explained using various sociological means (it has been suggested that he subscribed to the religion of 'hoodoo'). Despite attempts to de-awesome-ify his magic, his songs remain hauntingly awesome, as are many other pre-copyright blues tunes which I have found in turn (it should be noted that much of Johnson's repetoire still falls under copyright, thanks sonny bono, why don't you go marry cher).
one of these songs not by Johnson, "how can you have the blues," is so awesome I am planning on covering it with miss erica hart. it is by georgia tom and kansas city kitty.
anyways my point is that there is so much texture and awesomeness to be found in these blues, not only in lyrical content but in that they are real songs. Though I am famously in love with the Neptunes and all of their well produced goodness, there is definitely something tangibly beautiful in these songs, each of which are no more than vocals + guitars or vocals + piano.

lately my jones has been muisically recording in whatever fashion because it is something productive to do. I highly advise anyone to be creating art or anything in general, be it websites or pokemon trading cards; it is one of the most satisfying feelings to be had.

so what?

in what I hope to redo over and over as a tradition I present my take on 2004, the way I know how

the best pictures of 2004!

you are not required to like them, but I think they're pretty cool
looking through them it was re-evident just what change has passed, and how crazy it is going to be. 2003 was the year of the jeff supposedly (I did not create this idea, promise), 2004 was just sweet I think and easily 2005 could continue this upward spiral.
I had to go from 1,353 photos taken this year to just 57

hopefully combatrhino will live forever because it seems like the type of thing one could only truly appreciate as unique after its gone

soon to come!
an official webpage for the new single created the other night. it includes Woah, the infamously raunchy rap, along with Pirates vs. Ninjas. be prepared as the boy scouts say because it will be "excellent"

YASE 4 U

the year is nearing an end! I will save the retrospectives for when the year is actually done; I promise they will be fantastico

I have added myself to the group of those who watch The OC, that damned addictive TV show. This does not mean you are allowed to comment though, unless you have something to say awesome about it!

Related:
As usually happens when I or others are in a state of perpetual boredom, music is made
and not a minute too soon, as it is a challenge to find interesting things to do (though not so difficult that I expect to complaino about it)

The Sandy Cohen Song (Inspired by the OC) This could be hilariously awesome or just silly, depending on your level of obsession with aforementioned TV show. Irregardless of listener, this song will offer: rhthym guitar on a guitar named "ROCKIN USA!" that only has four strings, a cadre of missed harmonies, and million dollar Neptunes-style production values. It is a not-yet-spiked punch bowl of fun for most!

The other one we made A more somber affair from the boys you have grown to love. 10x emo much? Featuring real guitars, real emotions, and real 6 out of 6's.

Related: I was going to save this for all of the stuff I plan on saying behind 2004's back once 2005 comes to town, but it is after all, under the Related heading. Emo, in my mind, has lost its place as a musical genre. It has taken on a social connotation which is useful in its own sense, but should not be applied when talking about music in a categorizational sense. Though I do not usually quote/cite Dave's profiles in any writings (other than notes to lovers), I would refer you to the same concept that Emo has superseded any formerly musical meaning.

Related: Sometimes usage of certain words crosses from the sarcastic to being real. Or real as perceived by others. The self-mocking use of blatantly offensive gay bashing language as a critique of those would use it is an example; though the critical humor may be clear to me and my posse, I realize that perhaps it is not to those who have no cynicism. Another example would be any form of internet lingo, such as NEwayz, LOL, k, and superfluous use of Z's. So be careful out there!

NEwayz related:
I want a posse. I have proposed this in the way past, as much of my idea creation is cyclical and if good ideas aren't used my sophomore year of high school, I will just forget them only to remember them my sophomore year of college. Anyways, not to say that I would be the neccesary leader of said posse, or that there would be a leader, but a posse would be way awesome. Its like bullying 2.0, except we wouldn't need lunch money or do anything overtly evil. Just you know, doing things that posses do. It would be awesome.

the tale of the chaise

I don't remember who I have told this to, plus it probably has lost its novelty for most, but the pain still hurts anew for me, so perhaps this will be a catharsis. It is done joel-style, and might suck, but no worries I will return to my usual pattern of incoherent non-transitions in the next blog.

The internet is my biggest hobby. It would be difficult to operate without it. What some may not know, however, is of my extreme desire for pseudo-vintage furniture. Okay that's not true, but late one night I chalked up yet another point for why the internet is awesome and the real world can digi-bite me. That was probably featured on a cereal box somewhere.

A recurring desire amongst me and roommate Eli has been to get a futon. This hunger returned the other night, so I was inspired to check out the fabulously useful craigslist.org. The first listing under a search for "Futon" was a bunch of free stuff, no less than 3 blocks away at 11th and 6 Ave. Recognizing a rare opportunity, we immediately went to pick stuff up. Though the Futon had already been taken, something of even greater delight was still left.

THE CHAISE

A perennial piece amongst furniture snobs and Christina Aguleira videos alike, this delightful pseudo-couch is much like the mullet. It offers the best of the chair, couch, bed, and from what I can decipher from the suffix, mayonaise. Or maybe the french word "baise," which is mm, best left up to the french.
Though the chaise had seen some loving, this discovery was an critical moment in my newly New Yorker history! We moved it back to the dorm, wherein we realized our furniture's tragic flaw: it could not be allowed in the dorm pending approval.....
While the reasons for this rule remain uncertain, it is certain that the rule blows majorly. There were rumours flying about as to whether we would be able to perhaps approve its entry the next morning, but we initially sought other solutions.

Plan 1: Wait until the cool guard came. This was abandoned quickly, as we realized the evil guard had the night shift as well. The time at this point was around 12 a.m. That is midnight for the chronically slow (those two words have so many double entendr�s, it is sick [and they aren't even sexual]).
Plan 2:Somehow sneak it in. One idea was to bring it through another door during his smoke break (this door has a fire alarm). Another was to bring it in one of the large moving buckets which are used when people move in. This was implausible as well, because already knowing our intention, he might be a wee bit suspcious on seeing a bucket with a large portruding object bursting out of it. Or we could've slapped him and ran. Considering the speed at which elevators close their doors, this seemed awkward and was un-considered as well.

Given that these two plans were considered and consequently trashed, we were obligated to wallow in the coolness of sitting on a fly chaise in the middle of the streets of New York. After many a random interaction between those we knew and those we didn't regarding our presence on the street-chaise, we decided to entrust our chaise to the goodness of the streets, and promptly left the chaise from 2 a.m. until the morning.

And the goodness of the streets RAPED us. It was gone the next morning, no thank you card, no dear john, just the cruel memories. Though it is unknown whether the thieves were trash workers or just regular thieves, I still am without that elusive chaise. All she left me with was a nasty obsession with free furniture. And ritzy free furniture at that.
I cannot verify myself, but I would imagine this obsession a lot like drugs or pringles, once you pop you can't stop. I have checked the site every day since then, but even if I found something comproable for 9 sacagawea dollars, I would not be impressed. I have even considered ready-for-dorm options which are shipped in a box, and easy to assemble. But again, having briefly lived the life of someone who can afford to look intellectually superior on an expensive seeeming chaise, I can not go back.
I do have pictures though!

kids on it. we were there for about two hours. after 45 minutes, we were asked to move the couch off of "Britanny Residence Hall property." we promptly moved the chaise 5 inches.

this is the sign we put up to scare away trashmen, thieves and uncle scrooge from ducktales. it did not work.

again, for posterity!

It may seem that I am unhealthily obsessed with this formerly mine piece of furniture; I am not. There are too many cool things in New York to be unhealthily obsessed with just one.

cafeteria thanksgiving

I went to MOMA! some (Emily S.) know it by the name as store, but this is the world famous (and world awesome if that works as a descriptor) Museum of Modern Art. I give them mad respek for including the o, though subjugated, in the acronym.
The intangible feeling I inevitably get in museums was present, 10 fold. There is a whole gallery devoted to interesting examples of design, and it was a 6 out of 6. the photographs were amazing. well basically everything was, but to avoid seeming too verbose, I will punctuate this visually:

after being here for around three months give or take, I have only been to three out of five boroughs.
manhattan is a given, and I would like to pretend that I know it by heart. everywhere south of 14th streeet, and I can say that and almost be not lying.
I have also been to brooklyn, the home of rappers and hipsters alike. I would like to consider myself somewhere in between that mix, but only history shall judge.
and last weekend, I visited STATEN ISLAND!

to anyone who is not vaguely aware of the significance of this 1/5 of new york, look it up on wikipedia. one fact to throw out there is that it is the largest methane polluter in the world. why am I close to kissing the ground (I say this because I do this in a later picture)? ye olde thespian goodness. we did a documentary in images on a journey from my current home to SI as the crazy kids call it. it required a ferry ride, which was cool.
in all honesty though, Staten Island isn't that bad, especially given that I hate being overly ironic and disappreciative. we met an old lady named Betty Davies, she was cool. and a ninth grader (the kind that finds cartman overly funny in a non-ironic sense and likes to scream a lot) called me the coolest man alive. 4 out of 6
it should also be noted that there is no reason why I shouldn't have been to bronx or queens.......whoops, jenny jenny jenny

Soon I will return home! To cars, cold, and people most of which make Omaha worthwhile. I will miss new york though. but I miss you kids, I'm all about doing it for the kids. perhaps it will be fun. correction, i think it will be very fun. I am way too pumped for it maybe though

lastly, I am a 4 personality apparently. next blog perhaps I will bring to you Which Lord of the Rings Elf Am I?

I know everything

who am I?

so this evening multiple hilarious concepts came about....
first I shall reference the delightful writing, news, and everything else site themorningnews.org it is only slightly new york centric so I reccomend it to everyone

secondly, within said site, I reccomend the writer Matthew Baldwin (who also writes at defectiveyeti.com). he wrote this.
to take a mannerism from don here at nyu, I will pop tart it: it suggests that the check box on income tax forms which assigns $3 to the presidential campaign should instead be reassigned to fund "PIZZA PARTY USA!!!!!" in which every citizen receives free pizza, pop (not soda) and money for games every leap year day (which will consequentially made into a federal holiday. I hope everyone finds this as hilarious as I do, and it's not even my idea, who could IMAGINE

anyways so at a discussion during dinner with dave (sitcom anyone?), many furhter derivations which are not at all really based on this idea came up. when is the last time the united states had some good old red white and blue FUNNNN? using this potluck of unused money would create a surplus o' awesomeness to use at our discretion, perhaps the first truly democratic thing we the people will have control of (this is not a political blog).
note: I am sardonic

why not make some jokes at other countries expenses to start off?
like holding a benefit concert for underpriveleged african children, except the hooker is that you can only get in if you are an underpriveleged african child...ehh ehh anyone having fun yet?
how about sending ironic toys to people in iceland and greenland. like an icebox, or swimming trunks
It's like international Punk'd, I'm sure we can get N.Mandelizzy in on this

from there came the idea that us, being dave and I but I suppose whoever reads this is welcome as well, could have control of said money. instead of acting as overbearing economic lobbyist to the world, we could act the same way within our own government! imagine the possibilities...

okay we only thought of one, but its a good one. so think of all the switchups in the current administration, there's no one really great or memorable. the real stars of the last admin aren't committing to the sequel, something about royalties or the forcing of complacency. so rather than focus on the new guys who will no doubt be forced into the hardline, why don't we create an entirely new department?

it will be called the department of home videos for short, or longer, the department of america's funniest home videos. naturally, lead by bob saget. it will focus on diverting some of the resources from say, an iraq war, towards finding those hilarious moments captured right at home, by regular old americans like you! what better way to improve the american image throughout the world, than by showing our citizens getting racked on their bicycles!!!!!!!

there will be more but I am uninspired at the moment. these are good ideas, I endorse them.
I have a few good ideas for a movie to make by the way, the main one involving being rad to the max. like that is the concept, sometime I will explain

all hallows eve my pretties

so upping the halloween-anty by a few million people or so we have

a.there is an annual parade, in the village, purportedly with 2 million people. out of those 2 million, 500,000 are really annoying, 5,000 are probably cops, and the rest are whole bunches of fun, non?

I went with pharrell

and a witch

they are both in photography so they are even more camera happy than I. along the way we met The Dude as well as these kids from photo who recognize me because I guess I model a lot? That happens a lot here, even I am in need of models because I am in a photography class essentially as well.

here was a clever concept

b.
I don't have the capacity I think to forge someone else's identity, though it is definitely a good idea...and I will admit to being lost in regards to my costume as recently as 3p.m. or so today. But then I remembered I had been copying an old idea of joel's for about 2 weeks...

this spurted ideas into motion, and I came up with this sexyness

I am the literal representation of business-casual, if you need the black and white definition of it (ohh oh get the pun folks)

for an uglier but much more comparative version,

c. as mentioned and will be mentioned, something will happen on tuesday. I encourage you all to become more informed in your discussions; might I direct you towards a very informative graphic easily accessible from the NYTimes.com frontpage, which has recently updated information regarding every state, and you can even count-up-your-electorals as they become available.
May I remind you that not all news is fair, even places separate of Fox. I plan on intensely watching the internet, maybe the daily show if something is there (entertainment in the event that I become very depressed), and The Lehrer News Hour. The last is advisable in terms of a fair position, plus I enjoy supporting publicly funded enterprises. Have fun this week, and remember that moving to Canada is not worth it, the system is fixable

death letters + angry settlers

There have been accusations that CombatRhino sucks....
AND THEY'RE TRUE!....
but no fear, in any bad situation, it is inevitably that it will "s'ameliorier," non?

I have come to the realization that all things cool are tied together in my mind somehow...the difference between vespas and the internet is really negotiable. How is this relevant might you ask? In any given day of mind, I have found that in conversation I float easily from talking about breakfast cereal slogans ("Why do you like Apple Jacks when they don't taste like apples? I just do") to talking about minute differences in silly grammar and colloquialisms (I assure you that a conversation about accents, regional word differences, and grammar differences is unassailably awesome). However for whatever reason this weekend I found myself spurting all of the awesome ideas I have come up with over the years. For those who are guided by subtle design clues this is like the best thing ever. although, it should not be judged by size because the concept of being fantastic is really ongoing:

1.our number system is based on 10's, dig? we count to 10 then the numbers start over again. well why not 6's? it's divisible evenly by more things plus its more sexy. sssssssssssssix
2.this concept was spoke of in the past, but creating a new letter (the sound of pbbbbb or the fart noise, in layman's terms) or a new color. the first I along with Bryant Bone did, creating a letter which I can't remember what it is. it approximately looks like u, and I believe there is at least one word which uses it. someday I will remember the logistics. the new color may be impossible due to physical charecteristics of light, but its fun to think about nonetheless
3.creating music. if you have heard our cd, or the new song with dave, or anything that has ever left my lips, you can at least appreciate the funnity of music. it is even more awesome to make yourself, even if it sucks. which often it may not.
4.robots, ninjas, pirates (and cowboys but lets face it I'm throwing that in here more for affirmative action purposes since they're pretty useless anymore). I am in film school and I have a goal at some point of creating a small film consisting of these four childhood groups fighting: it would be amazing. who would win? that is an open question but I am not asking for comments
5.the internet: has anyone visited wikipedia.org? or cockeyed.com? or boingboing.net? I learn something new from the internet every single day, that is not a generalization it is just the truth. as we speak, I am downloading awesomeness directly into my brain. or brian if you misttype.
6.accents! there are only a few who can imitate them, but to have them is even better. I am including the southern accent here too, though some have issues with it. on another note I have a weird fetish with the south though I have no real desire to live there for extended periods of time.

there are more but I've been philanthropic enough for the now. go and vote, because if you don't (and I'm not kidding) I have very little respect for your opinion.

this weekend was spent with my mom as well as with shirley and a cadre of her friends who are cool as well. I was informed the day before that Jonas a kid from penn who is a german exchange student would be staying in my room? It was all good, we sang mid 90's techno and the world was at some sort of peace.

here is him as well as daphne, on the subway. daphne likes green, but says "cap-reh sun" instead of "capri sun". I realize I am spelling with bias, but honestly who says "capreh sun"? She is equally as cool as jonas though

shirley was there too!

this picture is fairly cool I believe, so much so it looks fake, but it wasn't. new york has the best sunsets I have ever seen, ostensibly because of the pollution. shirley is as mysterious as usual, as shown by her quizzical visage. magnichic

hanging out with momma larsen was fun as well, always good to see people you know

expect a new rap featuring me+dave, producing or maybe some rapping too. I freestyle here some, its pretty fun and destressful
expect more crazy things on my other site
expect me being even sexier, if possible, due to the runnage with dave
expect better blogs in the future, from me as well as others
I guess I would give this a perfect 6 though
hollaaaaaa

wasabi is good

today is my birthday, donc I am allowed to be as narcissistic as I can until I get a boner, as erik I might say

one thing I would like to address
there seems to be a lot of negativity surrounding things of late... there will always be haters, which is a bit silly. let me elaborate, because I know everything
one version of the story concerns the people who just plain hate blogs; that is okay because it has reason. there are a lot of cool blogs out there, I could give you examples, BUT there are many more really dumb ones. however, I put my hope that at least one combatrhino trophy is one among them. which is why I waste ridiculous amounts of hours doing nerdy things. did you know I have read any comment ever written?

additionally there are the people who believe combatrhino is exclusive and cliquey. again, there is some truth to this. neither erik nor I regulate content here, its entirely determined by karl i think. again though, I know that at least some of the people here are good about being inclusive. and some even enjoy brioche too!

sometimes I have dreams (illusions?) of grand moustaches, I was inspired that night like I am many a night. it actually looks more like racing stripes or a tim burton moustache however, and I didn't actually draw it, it was remixed by someone else. but it was still deliciously delightful

one thing you should know: october 5th is the most common birthday of the world, a fact you all should carry ready to whip out at will. however, that is merely my personal way of digesting the world

things which will never go the way of a trend
chinese restaurants
actually, ethnic restaurants in general
afros
polaroids
kung fu movies
chuck nichols

love,
le Jeff
or el jefe, sissonation, sissonator, Jeff, jeffrey. I can vote finally ;)

my

the idea of being a new yorker and simultaneously a college student is really delightful. it is like an awesome piece of bread, to compare.

the majority of people here are from long island, new jersey, or california. I use the fact that I tail from 402 as my guise to do as much random things as possible. not that I need a guise, but it is much more spy, which was the occupation I chose in 5th grade as mine.
for instance, I asserted to my roommates that I have mad eating abilities, citing that my life is a meal. luckily I represent "Rare. Well Done" well:

one day for breakfast, sidney poured a lot of salt on bad fish. for a dollar, I said, this was a fish worth eating. let me tell you, it was a delightful dollar. regardez mon visage: c'est plus sexy qu'une �l�ve de UNL, n'est-ce pas?

a restaurant discovered here on the most hip street in the world (beat that atlanta), st. marks place, is chipotle. chipotle though is not hip at all, but I am frugal. plotted on the frugality vs. hipness curve, chipotle meets expectations.
I threw a burrito down fast as a show of speed (certain people may remember the infamous rice eating contest), but anyone from home who specializes in meat could've done better (as some can remember, I eat best with the top and bottom of the food pyramid). chipotle screws with your digestive system though, so stay aware, and use the buddy system
you are not allowed to comment about chipotle being awesome, nor is rob allowed to comment about how he once beat me in taco eating

on to much more interesting things, I promise
I have mentioned it before, but New York is a haven for shoes. there's a ridiculous amount of manhattanites who are sneakerati, members of the footwear elite. though I may aspire to be in mind, I am limited to what I can afford. this sight

is insane though. the metaphor of kid in candy store may be inserted at the reader's leisure

sometimes I get bored, yet it seems that my boredom here has been far more productive than at home. although it may just be seasonal.
the trade off with my dorm is that it is the most spacious ever, but we have no air conditioning. the noise of fans whirrs constantly. One particularly vapid and heatful night, I was inspired

I remarked to eli that "this is what I expected college to be like." to which he remarked, "wearing a fan backpack is what you expected college to be like?" creativity for me comes when I amuse myself, usually

yesterday, sunday, sidney needed to finish a roll of film. i had just finished one myself, so its a shame i hadn't thought of the idea earlier, but I said "I could probably fit into a dryer"
and so it was. please regard the a okay symbol, fans will notice this found elsewhere on the page, highlights magazine style

hopefully I can post more frequently, although I may be so advantageous to have a separate site specific to photos I take as it is such a pictureworthy city.
people here use adverbs instead of adjectives, so I am attempting to adjust to and use the concept of saying "mad rad" instead of just "rad." are we gramatically backwards or is it just east coast crazies?

famous people and their faking counterparts

one of the benefits of going to school in new york
is that sometimes, as part of my meal plan, I just eat celebrities instead
there are a good deal here
more so in beautiful atlanta
so here, in an exclusive and unheard of topic centric blog, I will present to you, all those people famous and not that deserve to be recognized here aujourd'hui

I will start with the least and work up to the greatest, as due to deceiving Dave most already know the bounty of my work

one night while walking with roommates to get a falafel, we viewed this scene

1.This guy really annoys me. Like not Livejournal annoying, or Avril Lavigne, but seriously is not that funny. But none of that matters when you have a place on Vh1's Best Week Ever. He was so unfamous that he was relegated to the edge of my picture above.

2.Patrice Oneal is on Tough Crowd with Colin Quinn. He is alright but the show in general is whiny and not that funny, but that is entirely depending on who is on the show. He looked hardcore in person.

3.I don't even know why this guy was here. He was in that Dave Matthews band video where he hugged everyone. I'm sure he does other things and looks like he could be really funny, but I have no desire to find out.

Lastly in that same scene we scored a real celebrity.

Dave attell. For those unaware, he is hilarious and drunk all the time. we walked behind him (not on purpose, its a small village the village is) until he went straight to the bar next door.

Okay so now that we cleared those out of the way, we will move on to bigger and better things...

Like my roommates.
The ones in my room are Nick (taking a picture) and Eli (playing bass way in the background). They are rad.

Basically Nick is from Jersey, like a billion kids here, except he is majorly cool. Eli just jams all the time and likes funk. Sorry I don't have annoying roommates. it may even be possible that I'm the most boring.......but that is changing! more later perhaps. Eli looks like Jerry Seinfeld + Napoleon Dynamite

Here are the other kidsss Don juan and Sidney. They are equally as rad. Don Juan talks and freestyles, and when he does so he sounds like Andre 3000. Except he's actually from chi-town, midwest representtt. Sidney looks like the Neptunes combined. By this I mean he looks exactly like Pharrell but his asianness puts Chad Hugo into the picture. Plus he beatboxes as shown here.
I'm sure funny things will happen although none of them have unibrows really.

Lastly, the Olsen Twins
I have no pictures to give to you. It is not that I could not have pulled the picture off. I am a sly badass when it comes to covert camera moves. I even had the camera there (as I have developed a habit here of bringing literally everywhere). The silly saying that seeing that they aren't anamatronic sort of humanizes them and I got shy. Plus with a class of 150 people looking on it would look weird me just like going up to them and taking a picture. I was totally not expecting them being in any of my classes (as they are not in film, but they are in a college that lets them take film classes).
But it's alright, because they are there each and every wednesday. All we do is watch movies in that class, which is awesome, but even then its tough to concentrate. But I won't be in hottie overload, Roxbury style. Cool calm and collected kids

but im sure something awesome will happen and when it does, reppin 402 combatrhino stylee

now gone

I'm now reppin the 212 (previously 402) and here is how it is done kidz

here is my dorm

not to brag, but its pretty sweet most of the kids around campus aliken it to a james kinkade painting, but to me, its home

when i left there was not that much fanfare, but i needed none. if you want to hear crazy antics involving last minight shifting of shifty things routines, ask dave about that story. I went to lunch with the infamous todd shown here attempting to imitate my lanky posture.

i have a bad feeling that said posture gives me a bad name so maybe I'll try harder

here is the ever camera ready erica. she stole a lot of my shirts. among them are the junglist and beck (donkey) shirts. halls of fame most definitely, but I guess I can retire them to continue in fame in omaha.

so starts new york. it is a lovely lovely thing. its interesting to move in to the dorm with protests raging down the street (10th and broadway [brittany hall] vs. 14th and broadway [union square]) . here is a sampling, of the crowd which was carefully looked on by new york city cops (who remembers the strokes).

a new rule that i shall enact is to be allowed to use "Only in new york" once in a long while as I have a feeling this could occur often.

additionally, the other night I was passing through washington square park (the equivalent of the quad here as there is no "real" campus) and there were street performers, circa about 11 p.m. this is not an uncommon performance. however I was delighted to provide some of my terrible vocal stylings in the falsetto range to "Let's Stay Together" by the wonderful Al Greene. Here is the guy, not al greene, who was the leader of the pack.

it was mad fun. or hella fun. these are the words of my roomates. I have a roommate from long island, san francsico, chicago, and jersey. they are quite possibly the best ever, like quirks are good and all although mabes secretly I wished I had farell. more on this at a later time
what are good only in nebraska-only words? I could only think of "janky" but that I use more than many more people.

later I will put in my two dimes for the routine facts of college blog, but it shall be postponed for now.
here is some sweetness for all the ladies out there, though

the stylings of david harper courtesy of erica's yearbook

hopefully I dont' die here, but I'm more street smart than dave J. but I'm eating right, sleeping tight, though its hot, rockbot

mentos...it just doesn't get any better!

so here we are approaching the last week in omaha, and i am less whiny than I was before. I have many gems to show you tonight, so be prepared, because I am prepared to blog hard and blog long until I achieve all of my goals.

the first, a brand spanking new addition to my new (old) site:
The Buddy Icons of Mr. Kingston.

I hope that you enjoy this for the rest of your days. I will update my main site in due time, plus I have other activities of craziness which I hope to create soon!

I have come to terms with my sick, disabling addiction to shoes. I don't remember when or why it started, but I am just finally beginning to control it. This is key. In the past when I visited cities such as New York (where I will be spending many of my days in less than a week) I got new shoes just because that is the place to get them. Living in a shoe haven may not speak so good on someone with a student budget, it is like the greek legend of Tantalus. I have never worn a loin cloth though

one of the things that I have done here in Omaha while some of you kids out there have already started school, is participate in the Seventh Annual Pig Pickin'. This can be equated to the "company picnic" but it is so much more.
Anyone remember Todd Wyatt, beer and pop maker extraordinaire? I'm sure Karl S does. Oh, he was there. Stephanie, proprietor of the Blue Flamingo was there. Erica hart, maker of the infamous Dylan Thaemert drawing? OH YEA! she was there too. To steal the words of one of the wordsmiths here whose name that starts with B (forgive me for my forgettance), "It was a rockin time"

After the drunken debauchery and reverie died down, many quotables were collected for later use and reuse. When Todd asked what I will tell kids in New York who ask what Nebraska is like, or perhaps the more obvious but less obvious where it is, I came up with "Just a country Mile south of Canada!!!!". Its submission to the Nebraska State Commerce as a state trademark is pending review. I'm sure auteurs and appreciat0rs of local ads will all bark and shout!
By the way, did someone get my title? It is somewhat inspired by the random eruption of joel and rob at a dance party to a song which sounded like the mentos beat, at which point they spontaneously sang the mentos song. But then I bee bopped and scatted with it at another function (I honestly don't remember where?) and added the other part, you are all in hysterics already. I don't usually use self reference when writing, because it bugs me, however I can make exceptions.

Another issue of the Pig Pickin was when Todd was describing the experience of buying a Hot Tub, apparently a cuthroat business not unlike used car sales. The vendor showed him a "secret" back room, in which were located several of the competitors hot tubs, which looked beat down, the logical conclusion being that his were far superior. Todd, being employed at the med center, alikened this to him saying "See those dead people? They went to Methodist hospital. That's what happens, folks"

Did any of this work out?
This is certainly not how I write a blog
hopefully there was something for everything
tommorow I get a haircut, disobeying my rules similar to Joel's that one should give a grace period before a haircut and any important event of about a week. I promise it will be sexy though, jeez trust me

this could be neat

this blog was brought to you by erica hart. and by those icebreaker activities where you have to play bingo with attributes of other classmates, like "Has been to europe."

absolute cellphonefunk

such a weird time!

ms. liz zach was the first to go of my friends, and it was a sad event. it will become very weird very fast, dave 5000 and I won't be leaving until the end of august, so we will get to watch most people leave. I don't need to elaborate on related emotions because whatever I would say has been said already.

this saturday is erica hart's birthday. she's probably the only non combatant to have followed combatrhino since the beginning, albeit secretly! anyways you really should wish her a happy birthday. activities planned but its not my place to say so you can just wait

here is the anecdotal aspect of this, such a gracious entry to modern literature
at our store we keep a box of free things. the decision to put any item in the box is fairly random, I'm sure there are "valuable" items in there, its just we have very little room.
but the other day, the days of the free box are LOST FOREVER!!!!!!!
at about midday on Saturday the 30th, someone took the free box. TECHNICALLY speaking, this is legitimate by the rules (see my post on the porch people, it was a high profile member of them). I think he sold some of it at a shop down the street. I find this both hilarious and weird. while not everyone likes to thrift shop, everyone loves free things. Todd Wyatt believes omaha is obsessed with free things, in fact.
I have no grool conclusion, but be wary that I will be watching if you steal the free box.

Addendum

in light of eriks blog and similar history, I have created this. It is by no means a finished product. Got an event that you think affected/influenced combatrhino somehow? Suggest away.

Are we blogging in college? I think that most understand that this is one of the intentions of this site, but I'm not entirely sure whether this is true for everyone. Also Erik brought up the good point that we may have to forego allowing friend of friends be bloggers, anticipating a possible deluge of new bloggers to which we have no connections. But this is not a static rule, rather a question of what to do. So much change, only a month.

So as to indicate that this is not a desperate ploy for comments, any questions related to the above queries may be made outside of the comment section.
But as we all know, comments are like early nineties dance or ninjas, they never get annoying.

Voting is gangsta

Here is why you don't matter:
"The youth are only 10% of our [voting] population, but 100% of our future"
This was told to me in an interview with our senator (D) Ben Nelson. Though I am a passionist at heart, and as Rob said I know everything about everything, I restricted my urges to mutilate him journalistically. More on this later.
It is estimated that there are around 25 million or so "young voters," this term referring to the people aged 18 to 24 or so. Even if everyone of those 25 million voted, as Benny bo ben son said, we're only talking about 10% of the vote. But don't you worry because you probably can't do anything about it.
Anyone who has read any newspaper in the last 6 months has some idea that money makes moves in politics. I recommend Fahrenheit 9/11 on the basis of this realization alone. Bush panders to rich people (Estate tax what?) because they fund him!
Now think about it. Erik may make $17 an hour stealing chairs from 54-65 year olds (69 percent of which voted by the way). The rest of 18 to 24 year-olds are either in college or just entering the job market. Both applications of time do not equal very much income. This means that neither the Republicans, nor the Democrats, really would see us as a major player in the voting economy, if you will. Moveon.org, a distributed lobbying organization (admittedly of the liberal persuasion) is effective as a lobbying force because of the many moneyed people who contribute donations. However, even if we (the youth) did the same, the effect couldn't even be near the same. This is assuming we even had said income to donate. This means that while in poltiics, politicians only interest in children ends at around age 12 because this is when parents stop caring as much legally. Who remembers Jesus, whose life wasn't recorded from age 12 to age 30? Well though religion has no place in government, the allusion is powerful. It seems that the bible makers didn't really care either. Wasn't he the freakin messiah?
The very major point I have been avoiding until now is perhaps the more obvious reason of why the youth don't matter: we simply don't make up any sort of large voting bloc. Not only can we not influence politicians with our money, we can't do the same with our vote, because we don't vote. 70 percent of us.
If 70 percent of the youth died, there would be a lot of news flash. Yet when more than a senate majority is absent, no one peeps. Who cares if we don't vote! Let them play their Tupac, and they shouldn't protest a lot.
Or who remembers Bob, from Erik's blog, whose chair Erik stole. 70 percent of his voting bloc, from ages 55 to 64 years of age, get out to the polls and vote. That means for every old timer voting, we have a youth playing one of the top 100 video games instead.

Now let's roll back to Ben Nelson for a second. Our Warrior Element story group had sent him a set of questions ahead of time, so he had plenty of time to craft that statement. He said it around 5 times throughout the 10 minute interview. What it really means that you aren't going to matter until you start voting and making more than 30,000 a year. And truthfully, most of us will move on and start voting, and forget about our unimportant politically days as young people. But the gaping hole will still remain. What can we do?
Get to the polls. You have no excuse. Though we may not be important monetarily, 10% is a whole chunk of people. Ben Nelson wouldn't be spitting out crafted statements if he knew that I actually mattered in his vote.
Those who can't vote? Do what you can. Time is money when it comes to political campaigns, and sometimes this can help, though maybe not in influencing politicians. The more you can get political visibility, the more we can get the politicians who represent us to start doing things.
Young voter enabling is why I respect P.Diddy, but not his rapping.

eeyah

even if you dont like 311, you should've been there last night
I told someone I think that it would've been the perfect graduation moment, that concert was probably the conclusion to my omaha experience. the crowd was insane, the biggest and most compact I have ever been a part of.

While his parents kept their distance up the hill, 18-year-old Joel Fulton braved the throngs of concertgoers dancing near the stage.
"It's great," Fulton said. "Everyone's here to see the band that grew up in Omaha." that was in the paper for the not in the know

i had a lot of fun with erik! kem jmac and joel. edit: and rob and many many others

I saw lots of random people. while in a mosh, andrew edwards swung by and shook my hand. I hugged pat desouza. erik and I said hi to mike haas. it truly was like a see everyone youve ever known sort of thing.

open letter to the guy who felt the urge to surf every 2 minutes between grasshopper takeover and 311: I am small but I usually do my part, but lose some weight, I mean jesus, there is only so much I can do.
this was a dumb blog but the whole thing was awesome.

shorty but a goody

if I am dead this afternoon, it is because of my wisdom teeth just so you know. I think maybe joel or erik can have my computer. maybe the rest of my room can be split amongst combatrhino or something.

what will happen to combatrhino after we leave? it has been an awesome addiction the full time that I have been attached to it, and I sincerely hope that it keeps on keeping on. this is a cool group of friends regardless of how cool our new friends may be. I hope that many of these people agree because I want to see what you are all up to. and hopefully eriks parents keep on paying for it haha but if they don't i'm still willing to put in like 10 bucks or something if I have to.

I got AP grades back. it was very fun sort of like a birthday, or like getting clean clothes from the laundry, because unlike the sat or act, these grades are not future dependant. its like a normal school test where you can rabble rowser all you want about it without feeling bad.

later if I am sane I will post a nerdy picture of me, without unneccesary cheek flammation. it has a purpose, world peace, i promise

[edit]
in order to minimize this looking like the moorehead scholarship, I will give out free candy to whoever wants it since I can't eat it anyways.

pass that dutch

oh combatrhino, how I have been secretly admiring you from my unintended distance...
this wednesday I get revved up to remove my intelligence from the back of my mouth. needless to say, I am not excited. but if you want one of the four you can have them, if I am allowed. or perhaps some stunt will be arranged

blueflamingo.org is a site semi operated by me. its the site of the coolest store in the world. if you don't find something awesome to buy there, you will surely meet someone who will change your life. someone who wears tight jeans and loose shirts, who has a subtle mullet, and probably uses the word dude a lot, and likes to look in the free box. this is not me, but in fact one of our many regulars who are just awesome 2.0

tonight we found the cell phone of "Patrick" on the ground. in a spielberg-esque scene, we dodged a hawaiian mallcop in effort to save the cell phone from near destruction by way of falling (how it was airborne, I can not ascertain). needless to say, patricks number is 714-1141. Tell him hi from rob.

this was after I was at the pancake embassy with bone 2.0, rob, erik, joel, dave, karl and kristin. who remembers the highlights magazine feature, "what is different between these two pictures"?
maybe she needs one too

my powerschool username and password are 84420 and GKGAJ. though I'm pretty sure they are disabled, due to my graduated status, I really hope that someone takes their place. old skool flashback: erik's school picture hacking....what a cool concept!

new school info. I kind of have an itching to start a band. or do something awesome. in my research, it has seemed that most blogs surround there being a lack of things to do, which is untirely untrue. I am ready kids, who wants to build a fort

epi-blog-ue: this was pretty badical, which is to say it was radical and bad. truthfully I felt bad for having not written one. so this may be more of a filler in hopes that better content will walk in. just wait amigos

primary

lately I have been occupying my self with my job, the majority of which is spent helping set up and run the upcoming thrift store, "Blue Flamingo Thrift." its grand opening is this saturday 11-4. other days it shall be open those same hours plus thursdays 1-4. please come all combatants/noncombatants are invited!

the most boring part of the job is on saturdays, which up until now, were occupied with me sitting there watching clothing donations come in (its non profit, and goes to community outreach, who loves downtown, BIA BIA)
one learns things like how to DJ on a speak and spell

on one wall we have the world of star trek. it seems that this is a popular item to dispose of at any cost, as there is a large population of forgotten and forlorn memorabilia.

in general, when I am bored I am most creative. I have learned to adapt with the boredom and to occupy myself. some days I may listen in on the scammy matress dealers from next door. but mostly I examine the local peeps. my favorite regulars are the porch people

they are a collective of fantastic thinkers. at first glance they may seem "less intelligent," but this is a stereotype, people. clearly they are so advanced that their only modicum of expression is playing lowrider at full blast.
during the tornado watch they stayed outside to see what was going down. "eeehhh the tornado is our es�"

please come by to observe this and many other magical things. I can show you the real deals, whatever that means. I think we have three reba t shirts. it is at 16th and vinton, which is near sokol audotorium, where dave lives.

I give that part a B+ at best.
nextly, I give you the product of my inspiration. this will go to the round up mix of all the songs I've contributed/produced. anyone remember recorders from fifth grade? I do, with two versions

links removed for bandwidth reasonssss
gardettos remix
original (working title: ass sweat)

it will get stuck in your head!
self indulgence

I lost my delete key in mexico

being outside is good for the body

now for whatever reason there is a fan in my room, though I enjoy it because I feel permanently like I'm on an airplane. I take peanuts up to my room and beverages in plastic cups

if this is even possible, my leg hair is growing. I assumed that it would stop but it hasn't. this is just plain nasty in my opinion. different, related, subject. should I shave my head? or rather buzz cut it. I don't want people to think this is a bid for comments, so only comment if you feel you are cool enough

all jeffs fit into one of two categories. one is mine, the other is buff. or if not buff then large enough that they can push other jeffs around. think about it

I believe there needs be a large event where all the kids who wish they could be on combatrhino or couldn't could come. like rhinostock, except less failing. you wouldn't even have to tell us you're there, just like you do when you don't comment. it would be fun, it could involve bouncy balls. who remembers water guns? once i'm pretty sure I cried over one, ask erik

I went into this blog with pretty big expectations, most of which are blown now. to tell you the truth it was all based on one idea. due to the lack of the Lance, my graphics skillz have gone unused. thus I felt the need to rev up.
last bit: peace to mes amis qui vont � salt lake city. i was almost born there. true fact: kids who don't like mormons go to catholic schools out of necessity, as publics are flooded with 'em. hope you have fun ;)

if blogs were anime videos, mine would end like this

rocking the town like a mouldy crouton

this is a pretty cool picture I think. circa the rave, our party, 68124

additions: I have been a part of a recent trend of quitting things. diet pop is one, ask for others, but relevance is that erica hart is quitting AIM. she is not a combatrhino kid (thinks she is tg), but she wants you to know she is not dead and that her phone number is 393 3161.

post post mortem: im going to clear lake for the weekend. quitting omaha. not that i want to. in fact, i dont want to. enjoy it fellas

I see folks gettin' down only 2% of the way

ahh graduation, an era, fin. rather than lather you with lengthy treatises on elementary spanish plays, or nostalgic IMC allusions, I will pepper these throughout or when I think of something more creative pour dire.

alas my pop has come to an end. or at least this batch. i have to have the bottles returned by friday, and so it all has to be finished or emptied out some way tomorrow. are you excited? please come and join. i would make an exciting graphic but there should be one somewhere below.

tomorrow and maybe friday if I am bored are "Save the Carbs day." what with the atkins fad, there has been a lot of carb bashing lately. I am "peeved" as gangel would say, because my species requires its breads, without which I might turn into an anime character. I am doing my part by making a super badge, you can do your part by spreading the word. spaghetti is cool! bread is cool! dinner rolls are neat! word

before graduation some kids in my neighborhood and I decided to check out this place to eat. here are some pictures. if you adjust the brightness on your printer you might be able to use this to read with at night

matt looking coy with liz just looking. they both tried to argue their way out of payment citing the "only one roll" defense.

believe it or not, samara is eating blue balls. it was a classy restaurant

the bathrooms were stylish so joel had an on the spot rave. he dances better than erik!

joel likes octopus

i hope youve had a fun time

this song is for Jerry

in lieu of impending graduation blog...I present to you the greatest link in the world
but first the backstory

raps have been part of me life since i was a nerd. the greatest hits CD is coming soon. but this rap was created in february. its funny because i was hesitant to take apart at the time (in retrospect this makes absolutely no sense at all). then I was also hesitant to make the video for the rap. and now to the present day; both video and song rule pride rock.

here it is:
check it OUT

I have blown the college board

absence of blogging to the max! I will try and make up for lost time but not with uber blogging. content over quantity. seriously though folks

speaking of redundancy, i dont like the concept of referring to speeches within the speech. "when i sat down to wrote this" or "other people are going to get up here and do this, i'm just gonna KEEP IT SIMPLE". not a good idea
back to NArcissism!
now for the backlog:

so I got 6th place, weak showing. here is my graphic (with the winning one carefully cropped out) shown with the "Class D" graphic. How depressing is that? Perhaps less depressing than the fact that my most clipart looking graphic was chosen for this contest. A piggy bank bia bia

here I am looking important. I did this a lot in the last two weeks.

again, with the audience captivated at my mere picture pose

as you can see my days are spent excitingly. I live the high life. I'ma buy cars, I'ma rock jewels, you know how it is. This weekend is still open though. As are a lot of weekends from now. picking your nose has lost its stigma

i know I wont be leaving here, with you

Franz Ferdinand, Good band. probably will be overhyped, but a band claiming simply to "make music girls can dance to" cant be half bad. they are scottish. I have a scottish shirt, must be fit.

story time. in cable we were suggesting story ideas, one of the one was "Too hot for Warrior Element" a sort of like x rated pseudo thing. emily bendlin or someone asked "what would that entail?". keep in mind raz is in the back of the class writing ideas down, not paying attention. so two girls, meghan lang and erica daubman flash joe edwards/I. very haha weird sitaution, surreal, its one thing to be flashed, its another to be flashed in room 253.

i hope to get shirts soon with joel, it has been planned for a while. I think his says something like Rasta. mine will have the page with all my haircuts (http://members.cox.net/jeffsisson/hair/hair.html) with something below like "I am cool". or something egotistically nerdy like that

since the battle of the brains, which I avoided blogging out of pure shame, I have switched off my long long winning streak to a losing sterak. after having lost for mankind to the girls, I lost to Erica in arm wrestling (picture available for fun times at daves blog), lost to Mount Michael in the French convention, and probably lost something else on saturday night im not sure, maybe I can count the fact that I lost my hoodie last october. nonetheless I fear the worst. I did garner a few awards for nerdalism, which I'm happy about, but they aren't great feats (or I don't count them because that ruins this whole paragraph).

I refuse to picture blog here, too much effort, plus it seems the invention of cameras Christmas 2003 rendered my camera useless. maybe I will just have to put forth more effort.

I cut my thumb on a serated knife. that should go above. it was plastic, harmless. and I'm going to NYU with dave. done now

we are family

well poops. I really wanted a real blog separate from all this conflict stuff, but I felt obligated to reveal to all the source of dave's 41 comments.

click here

this is not meant to incite, but rather to inform, as its only fair that I use my powers of technology for fairness, no disses here

well shit

the party yesterday was pretty cool, somewhat mellow but thats alright.
yesterday I did many things. I shot this thing for french, which will be nerdy but that's alright. something with berets and spies, who knows. nerdica was involved.
YESTERDAY I took to bobby's lead and went and got my eyes dilated. it was no fun, now I am 40 years old and require reading glasses.

it made it such that I had to squint even more than I had been before they were dilated. I'm sure someone thought I was high too. my glasses are similar to bryants, and because of this fact I will choose to only wear them when reading (as intended?) as not to steal his jam. plus it looks more nerdy that way, maybe I should get a monacle too.

so I have to go to new york again, and I"m not really looking forward to it don't ask why. it was originally intended as a collegevisit as I haven't really seen the film production area there which would be beneficial. but it was "extended" shall we say into a family forced sort of thing. I have not had a real break this year. given that it is the last year in highschool this is a depressing concern, and given that this may be the best break ever that is a pressing concern, too. I am beginning to realize the possible benefits of senioritis though I won't stop caring till May I am thinking.

you know what sucks? Russian car-ricers posting comment spam. unfortunately, being the administrator in terms of technical goings ons of this site, I had feared this for a while and I fear the deluge is coming. it is Comment Spam, where bots automatically post with their site of advertissement. to see an example, look at the comments on my post "To the window to the wall" or something around those lines.

I intend to take pictures in NY and bring back a gangster, as well as plan on being shot at least once. if someone wants a postcard maybe I will be able to have the internet, but maybe not. nonetheless, I'm bringing my glock just in case

ermm

obligatory picture blog. it should first be noted that for better or for worse my break is being penetrated because I have had to consistently wake up entirely too early for my liking. oh well, I guess I signed up for it (origin of this phrase?)

as mentioned in the blogfather's deal, erik and I and samara and erica went kiting on sunday, as well as watched city of god.

Erik should probably read directions more often. by the way, I think the male population is getting a little tired of this complaint from females. it probably started with fucking Cathy, but that doesn't make it right. just think if we took all things from comics....I would start to bold random words, and leave dotted lines around my house. oh, and make sick perverted comments to my comic book drawing dad. oh family circus

here is Erik with his battle sword, ready to go up against charazard. i dont know who that girl is.

here is face off between nick cage and that other guy with his face. erik looks injured

don't let kids play with fake guns on camera. especially when one is fakely loaded. jchan, other jeff, erica, and tom windle were shooting his movie. it turned soft porn later on, but I am not allowed to show that sort of thing I guess.

another picture of the party, plenty of which are located on erik/daves blog. thi sis of karl taking a picture. that would be a cool picture, but the idea is stoled from cockeyed.com. weird fact, there were two other pictures group like this that I took, and joel was looking at the camera every time. maybe a study should be done.

and finally no picture blog would be complete without

tommy's ass on the glass. although the kids on the lance staff are accustomed to this, I'm sure someone will be weirded out. tommy is even hairier than I in that region, how odd.

this is not my A+ picture sheat, I was uninspired with commentary, hopefully one of the pictures themselves will bring someone joy.

two ties

in the morning, I interviewed a one Tom Osborne.

It was interesting, an interview for cable, I dressed up all slick like. There is also a picture with Hal Daub, but being as he is responsible for some of my posts concerning swinging (see below...far below) I will quietly ignore him. Now that I think of it, it was very weird to be interviewing Dr. Tom in the midst of a college Republicans meeting...surreal if you will. He's genuinely nice, and I am a staunch supporter of gay marriage but he has presented the most clear argument against it I have heard yet (which brings the grand total up to one clear argument against gay marriage).
During the entire interview he never mentioned god once, just role models and nice things. It was a journalistic orgasm.

the second tie was a more sombre event, though I think I have come out more impressed than saddened. one of the reasons I think shaffer is radical (and I assume emily shaffer too, though I don't know her well) is his drive. he is super honest, sometimes to a scary point when he draws old japanese men being blown away by giant cocks, but its his very unabashed drive and imagination that is respectable to the max. this was very much how his mother was described as well, and though I never met the woman, it seems the parallels are obvious and important.
this should be the spring break of shaffer. references to david burkowitz be damned, it is necessary that craziness be implemented. hopefully it shall be fun.

I went the play with erik and joel the other night, it was fun. we saw this guy who though I do not know him, I am immediately freaked out by. .
we went to Chil's where I was blown away by a pastry named after some sort of explosion like pseudo-pun.

this is erik in front of the Chil's sign. his eyes are red in this picture, you know what that means.

and here is a picture of bobby for good measure!

oh and I got bored, and made an ADD aware index. despite the comicality, I am sure there will be some who will put this to good use

if I must

I am glad of new bloggers, they are a good thing I believe
I am also tired of college bloggers. sorry girls. with the exception of a few (jon, and erik tells me kim is good) it is a lot of just bluhhh. and comments of disagreement will go unheard

something that has been waiting for a while. when on the way to colorado, I was gigantically hungry. this necessitated a trip to subway at a 12 inch. this not the point though. I found definite proof (so i believe?) of the existence of the three second rule.

it is apparently sanctioned by subway's corporate headquarters. how exciting! by the way I wasn't trying to look like a hardass in the picture it just ended up that way. and maybe im wrong because afterwards i realized for some its the 5 second rule or it could be other things, but why not just assume I'm right

also in colorado I made a lego deal. it was pretty damn awesome, ask my 7 year old cousin louie. needless to say I don't really know the overt function but is there EVER really a point with legos?

I bought the N*E*R*D CD the other day. I can't help but fall in love with it. the lyrics are ridiculously sexual and its hilarious and awesome. how can two people be so good at music? Qui sait!

everyone's a fuss about college admissions, how weird. the reason everyone talks about it is for comparison which is sort of disgusting to think about. i am less outfront in that vein, it feels very dirty sort of like touching something that touched the floor in a mens bathroom. "it is bad karma" -joel.

so the newspaper is covering me for the first time. I say this because other members of the elite strike force on the Lance have been multiple features on our wonderful paper. meghan mercier at least.
but the important thing is the story is about my pop, senior project. I have a critical issue, the dude who lent me the bottles (the illustrious todd wyatt) needs them back. this is no big deal, as I have saved up bottles since then for my own use to make more pop. but it seems like a waste to dispose of 5 gallons worth of decent pop (decent means its kind of sour like ginger ale or mineral water). the proposal is a large get together to dispose of this in any way possible. maybe i should make a flyerrrr

you can print that out if you want. along with my faux senior picture ;) jeff points to the person who knows what im talking bout

on a happy note, here are some coooool photos. I guess the way to describe them is sort of....art like? each one is very different and evokes an emotion or imagery. perhaps they will do so with you too. feel free to tell which ones best

"you all are such blind ignorant little high schoolers it makes me sick. You have all these labels and stereotypes about people and society and such a distorted view of how life really is." Laura H
I agree that I have a distorted view on life. At some point I am only 17 years old, I can't dodge that.
However, I can do something to improve my situation. Which is more than she can say for herself. If the life she is living is somehow more informed than mine, well I really should just quit now. I give up. Blind faith in some pseudo-America "Jesus Rules" figure is not the way I do my dance (cereal box freebie: I use big words because my logic is so AWEsome, it can't be phrased any other way). alcohol doesn't help either (kudos to samara).
before I wanted a car, I wanted to vote. I have been looking forward to voting for as long as I can think. Politics is probably the thing I get the most fired up on, aside from bad grammar used in hotched ideological arguments.
and I am in total agreement with the fact that everyone has his/her right to free speech. free speech allows those who choose to follow leaders due to their sexual capability are allowed to. this also means that I can verbally pounce on them.
so in summation, I love bill clinton better than Laura H. "Why?" you ask. Bill Clinton did great things for this country. billy boy also got a BJ in the white house. is this wrong? perhaps if the blowjob was 8 years long and prevented him from completing his job in the full extent. but that's the thing. despite the whole hummer issue, he managed to do two terms' worth of great things. so compare bill clinton WITH hummer, to george Bjr. without, he still fares well. super awesome! A+!

oh man

so short a time with so many things to say

alright so i blew out my front tire because it ran over a nut. how ridiculous, but now i have two new tires. also a full tank of gas.

but all for not,k because i am going skiing for a week. without erik, which is total bummer. i will be hanging out with his brother how weird. i just remembered hes a blogger, ian p. please drop me an email. maybe the winner of coolest thing said will get a prize.

it is inevitable that whenever i wear a jumpsuit people have their own little comment. a new one today was mario, which i thought was clever (especially since i have a fake mustache). others relate it to prison garb. or airplaners. or mechanics. i think there is some sort of psychological association, but what, I don't know.

in euro today for russian revolution i dressed up as lenin. joel was on our handout for no reason. and bryant b had the genius idea of playing anastasia for our videoclip which is supposed to be pbs. those are the three highlights in my opinion although i didnt really look like lenin. i looked like mario. as previously mentioned.

today i became officially un a criminal. for more info please look towards the bottom of the page, or search for the term "swinging." i now no longer have any deadlines--for the rest of high school.

new paper comes out please react to it since there will be reactionary areas. dont worry, as much as you would like to think we are clueless, usually most of us know which parts suck. i would enumerate, but no doubt the people in the ss imc on monday morning will reflect most of my beliefs. although some will no doubt say ridiculous things to be a part of the club. i have a cool looking page, but the story may not be as cool as it appears to be associated with my radical graphics. e nough of that.

brit lit videos will be filmed this week. there is a lot of hype, but i am somewhat anxious to see what you fools will actually get done. if theya re good thats cool, i wont be jeal. but a lot of people are thinking it will be the next something, when one is more limited than one thinks. in terms of time and talent. write a decent loose script is better than writing a ultra funny readable script but maybe not accessible dig someone?

for biochem, pat desouza, bennett waxse and I created the product "fabi-grow" where you can grow fabio's hair. to quote sarah v, the joke will never get old.

this was a long blog, and not connected with segways at all. hopefully everyone will enjoy some part. have fun during break.

blogmania

Estimated Reading Time: 2:10
note: this may not be a good blog.

its been a long time... I shouldt've left you...without some little nieces and nephews. to care for all the rhymes and the beats ive made.

oh timbaland. i should blog more frequently but im vain about my comment vs. post numbers. which means in order to return to original frequency i either need to comment myself on all the old blogs I added, or to let less blogs ferment for longer.

so lately I have been reading up the internet. so many blogs, but more importantly just good writing. a lot of it in the form of like group sites, not really blogs more of commentary. tis cool. http://www.themorningnews.org/ is a good example of a good site.

on thursday I gasped for air as I plunged into a sea of black rimmed glasses and sweater/collared shirt combinations. it was the bright eyes concert. but alas it ended up surpassing my expectations in that it extended beyond traditional borders. almost pseudo crosby stills and nash, with emo cats. so now I can say I've done it, i'm no longer a saddle creek virgin, I've seen conor

for the next blog I may write a story. these are even more powerful than blogs, and much different than the jumbled list of things I did today forms which most blogs consist of. it wont be an emo type of story, more interesting less imagery.

which should I buy: (the white stripes-elephant) (the white stripes-de stijl) (the black keys -thickfreakness). any one of these. or if you can suggest a better bluesy record, please do, because thats what is cooking here.

sitting in my room, a blizzard a bloom

okay so not blogging is not as bad as one might think.

before you read the following anecdote, appreciate that another jeffrey sisson acts in b horror movies for a living. i believe that this is not a coincidence. WEIRD

story behind this:
yesterday i was in this competition called red eye (nerdy). the idea is that you get a script at 5 in the morning and you have 24 hours to make and submit it. it was a zombie script. and you can take creative license with it thank god since it sucked.
as you may have guessed, I am a zombie. my name was kevin. how neat. it actually is a pretty decent movie. if i have the space and the time, later this week i will put it up for you all to see. the title of this blog is derived from a song tipper newton (loooks like me) and joe edwards (doesn't look like me) came up with. the chorus is "zombieieeess coming after youuuu. zombies coming after me too." sing it and you will be cool. it is added to produced by jeff songs boxed set.

okay so I was reading, and i totally agree that february 29th should be a holiday. not in the "oh some people only get a birthday every four years, thats sad" sort of way. it is like oh man we get a free day every four years, don't let the schools take it from you. luckily its on a sunday so we dont have to protest this year. come 2008 man hell will rise up.

note i couldve given you the link to this hilariously written article but im sure most of you are distracted by the picture and haven't made it down this far. to all those who read, i appreciate your thinking span.

good thing im a pimp

(01:20) Joel Fulton: fuck y0u kitty youre gonna spend the night OUTSIDE
i thought that was funny enough to include. i really hope its not a quote from a movie.

this is going to be a good blog. okay first off, when I was helping out the guy who helped me make pop, he was moving stuff to another office. his name is todd. he had boxes labeled as "todds and ends". you can't beat that, sorry.

so a long time ago I lost the only hoodie I would ever wear. but I think if I/we ever muster up gusto, I will make a new cooler one with joel. his shirt is separate.

okay for very soon, erica came up with a good idea. it is inspired from another more creative soul, but it is still very good. you know those baloons with "merry marriage" or "happy funeral", those sorts of messages? the concept is free baloon night. it will have to wait until it gets warmer, due to helium issues (PV=nRT). but everyone loves free things, and I promise from personal experience that it makes for the best photo collection of all time. so if you are interested, and I don't hate you, show interest.

also, I found this, how interesting, top 5 most omaha dangerous intersections:
1.120th Street & Center Road
2.132nd Street & Center Road
3.90th Street & Maple Street
4.114th Street & Dodge Road
5.90th Street & Dodge Road

epi-blog-ue: alright so in a selfish attempt to keep the blog number down and comment number up, here is a link to my snow day activities. yes, I finally succumbed to the disturbing trend of posting childhood photos. yes I had blonde hair and glasses. oh well

its a beautiful day in the neighborhood

I just saw a gang of snowmobilists ride down pacific street. thats right, a gang. who wants to do something fun with me tommorow?

someone needs to have a talk with the whores of the school cancellation business. you know EXACTLY which schools I'm talking about. they're the ones who always cancel ridiculously early. i guess if they are the whores, we are the stingy preppy kids. fair assessment unfortunately

i just realized that it looks like im a lot less cool than I am. I imported all those old entries but it didn't import the humongo amount of comments that went along with them. how sad.

alright so many things to talk about but I think I will wait until tommorow. as some people are just beginning to figure out, things are often better articulated visually. ciao

oh, and the water pick sitting by my toothbrush is called the oral irrigator. sounds like a dominatrix toy.

what a day

in what seems to be a nice little cap to a whirlwind week, I got published in the public pulse: http://www.omaha.com/index.php?u_pg=610

this was neat, a neat experience. a lot of other crazy things happening soon you may see.

this is what was printed: As many are well aware, Westside High School is part of a handful of schools across the country that choose not to close on Martin Luther King Day. While this is admirable, past effects have not been positive. Yearly, the manner in which the holiday is celebrated seems always to be inadequate.

This year, some students planned to protest this in the form of a sit-in. They were looking for better celebration of the holiday. Although this was never fleshed out, the underlying question seems to remain: What is the appropriate way to celebrate Martin Luther King Day?

Having gone through the school system and received quite an amount of information regarding Dr. King, I believe that most people know and can appreciate his biography. Although I may be a pretentious teen-ager, I believe this day could be better used. Why not spend the time in good-quality discussions of how everyone can help King's dream live on?

Martin Luther King's goal was to continue to actively remove prejudice evident in our society. Until this goal is achieved, merely rehashing his biography or commemorating his life won't suffice.
Jeffrey Sisson, Omaha

this is what was cut: Racism is still a problem, across the nation, as well as in Omaha. While this can be and is ignored, it shouldn't be.

kind of depressing if you ask me, but who knows. alright well enjoy the night

okay

although I would love for the last entry I wrote to revel and simmer Like I usually let important ones do, I think this next one is even MORE important.

My Best Pictures of 2003 (I think)

Hopefully you're on there. If not, maybe next year. I think most are pretty good, some funny. So its worth it I guess. but check it out!

craaazy!!

alright, so I was a busy boy today. First thing which I'm sure many will appreciate, SMILEYS ARE BACK :)

I got nonstalgic today, started listening to old music so I was motivated. I tried to move all of the old ones, but I didn't move ALL of them being as some are useless. the ones that are in my comments thing are not the extent, there are many more, and I will soon post a key. maybe I'll post a site to show you how to put them in your blog too. but regardless anyone can use them right now.

SECOND NEW THING I found out finally how to convert all blogs from summer to new system. Does this mean I will move your old blogs? No. not now at least. You can look at mine, I promise they are probably the funniest you have ever seen. Joel says the Chart one is the best one of all time. If you can prove to me that your blogs are worth moving, maybe I'll do it.

I was going to have best pictures of 03 done but I have to figure out the best way to do it. then maybe i'll do best blogs of 2003. too bad the pink site was deleted, oh well :jeff:

sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick

haha I should direct you all to erik's blog, although I'm sure you've all read it, but its pertinent. for the record i think its a hilarious/cool thing, and other for the fact that most people may now view me as some self deprecating loser, I look forward to seeing what weirdos actually call up. maybe i will actually do it! who knows. grazie/preggo to pal erik

alright and in regards to this whole copying thing. i dont know that I want to weigh in just yet. but i will provide a few facts. first, karl in that instance you are wrong. the person who is rightfully credited with the music reference is Sarah V (she has a last name but combatrhino kids really have no place for the surname any longer). i think it is september 1st, and she has consistently used it. so there. second fact, erik started the whole blogging trend in this little area. you have all stole it from him. and you hvae stolen my style too haha. so i dont know there are some justified and some unjustified claims, you make the call.

this whole MLK thing is either going to explode or implode I don't know which yet. totally weird situation. on one hand its somewhat heavy handed and fake, since its not like we have approached the administration about it in a reasonable manner and been denied. on the other hand who's to say it wont do good. i admit to wanting to be in it to be revolutionary to an extent, but i think race relations are a big problem in omaha that everyone complacently chooses to ignore. its fucking disgusting in fact. alright, goodnight my damies.

shortity

okay this weekend I am totally posting a BEST OF my pictures page. umm I am at late night now which is decently fun. we measured the distance a ladder from the english i.m.c. to the ledge above the math would need to be. ill post details later.

addendum: today as I walked out, many weird things happened. first of all erik said "i like your haircut". at first I thought he was high, but then the rest of the classroom chimed in in agreement of haircut. keep in mind it has been 3-4 weeks since I got a haircut. as I walked out the door a person I would never talk to ever, weird kid said while another kid was blocking my exit from the school "hey its jsiss". then, ian fried's brother was like "slick hair sisson". very weird all of these.

i'm more important than you

I don't know why this picture is so cool, but i like it.

even stevens, tawny on it is very very attractive. probably my age. tawny vs. ren? eesh close call, I dont' know for sure.

okay so all of my looming deadlines are done. Done i tell you! the release i have right now is immense. sounds sexual doesn't it? but it isn't. close though.

the state of the blog world is sad. period. i think i may crazy things up to pit you all against each other. or erik will do it before me maybe. we'll see but im bored, saving a few examples.

just can't get enough

okay so guess what buddies. I made pop. ALTHOUGH i screwed up a bit. I didnt' put enough sugar, so tastewise its sort of like a tiny bit flat watery thing. like it isn't BAD but it isn't coke. taste wise i could do better but i think i give it a B or B+. the issue is the smell. something mustve been weird, it smells weird. crazy eh. i still need a name for it. sissoda? who knows

okay so I was reading other blogs, not ones on this site. and maybe its just me, but am I missing out on the whole catharsis thing? It seems like if I line up my blogs with others, I'm missing a lot of song lyrics, gushy stuff, anecdotes, flying disks of fury, you can see a trend forming. what should I do? maybe if i was cooler....oh snap I am. beatch. its empowering.

I thought last night, and short of embarassment, does it really matter that one keeps ones grades confidential? I mean you can't change them. its not like a lunch account where you can steal my grades. this is concerning powerschool, the computer grading system.

also I am feeling very political. I am reading al franken's book and have watched like three Julia Roberts conspiracy type of movies, so be prepared for some wild conjectures and accusations. its like the wild west. I hope that i get honorable mention for blog design, at least i like how it look son my computer. it may jank up on yours, sorryyyyyy

okaaayyallriiight

so following with i guess tradition i fondled my blog, changed things around a bit. i must say, the reason why I personally (perhaps erik/joel too) keep my old blogs is simple. i dont enjoy the concept of arcchives! maybe if I make a graphic with a safe, and you have to enter a password to get into them, then I'll do archives, but othherwise it seems like no one would read my old entries. not that anyone does anyyways, its just that im not as cool as everyone else. i have these sorts of problems!

its snowing! how exciting. so i made pop and i cant tell if its working or not. majoro bummer. i stayed up till 3 and watched two julia roberts movies. it was weird but i got to sleep in. new school tommorow, i am looking forward to new schedules . its like what new seating arrangements was like in elementary school. I also cleaned my room. i need to find a good use for a webcam too. im sure there is something else interesting i can write about in this blog.

oh if you didnt notice my self imposed ego boost in the form of my large styled title in the sidebar, i am taking it down. it was sort of to test that out, but erik is coming back and i fear his not liking any of the changes that have gone down. we'll see, in the meantime, goodbye!

shake it like a salt shaker

okay so i feel like i know tek from real world hawaii. i dont care about whatever any of you think, me and him are totally awesome. note to combatants: if any of you are ever on the real world bring me back a souvenir or something. im obsessive about tv like that.

okay here is a proposal from me in all my ultimate congeniality and wisdom: I am willing to open up template access for whoever wants it. what does this mean? if you learn html skills or know them or know css etc, you can edit how your blog looks. i am not willing to do it for you, and if you fuck it up egregiously I will replace it. but if this interests you contact further.

im going to go bike, and it will be awesome. in the meantime, enjoy my blissful encounter with fake wine: link

ho ho ho merry new years

first off a long delayed update: check it out. hammer style

alright it has been an eventful year combatants. in the absence of erik i will try and talk like mabe he would. we saw the creation of this site, that was hella cool. ho dang its been a while. does anyone remember Bryan? or the rob controversy? or when Erik only had a blog? looooong time. old skool. stepping time. what are we looking towards the future at? combat will dominate i assure you with more socially motivated criticism and action. some more bloggers would be cool too. alright time to rock and roll, for nonstalgia, here was my first post ever, circca may 27 2003. actually there were blogs before that. but it works.

In my quest for success, I always strive to be happy. And Unique, because I make choices. Whoops thats the guidance rap. Well this is the first test del Blog anyways, hopefully someone will read it maybe even someone other than Erik.
Today was either going to be the bomb or shitty. It turned out to be sort of .75(Bomb). IN a good way that is. See I got SAT 's and i wasn't totally let down. At the same time my expectation of getting new clogs was not fulfilled. But I did have Indian food. But I didn't continue the daisy drop thanks in part to little Rafael. Well the day left me off fulll that is acceptable.
Who wants to make a movie with me? That is the ultimate question. I am open to suggestion although I have a finite vision based on the concept in most cases.
I realize parts of this summer should be great, so if you want to be partly great, stick with me boy you'll learn something.
If this blog gets too Emo turn the blasters on me.

holy whatever

last night was really weird. separate of whatever crazy kids might think im referring to. it was like watching a porn, just follow me, it makes sense.
okay it was like watching a porn being filmed. there were me and two other camera people, flashing cameras. intsead of lesbians with honey it was erik and joel doing whip its. how weird. i would post pictures but i feel ashamed. plus the other twoo "better" cameras took other pictures. although olympus rules the camera world and probably got better pictures, olympus isn't 5 billion megapixel and doesn't want to be megaredundant.

okay i was reading WIRED magazine last night, hella neat, anyways i came to the realization that this blog thing is hella neat. the site at least. so many options, we really could convert/rule the world. oh and since a bunch of people are gone now i am appointing myself head man at combat. maybe ill start a military dictatorship. or maybe ill just stay awesome.

wham

how weird!
although this image is funny in its entiriety, that specific part of it is hilarium. by the way this is taken from bryant's blog to provide context.

christmas was decent, Ifared well, but got a cold out of the whole affair. a lot of ddeadlines approaching no fun. i think i will give combatrhino a present here soon though. that and other things.

stepping time

Grandpa: "Once upon a time, we made some cheese."
I challenge you to find something more hardcore than THAT.
today I drove past richard hankins' house, and noticed that it was literally litered with teepee. it was insane. i must admit the artistses who did it must have had some time on their hands.

i finished christmas shopping woohoo. oh and to be culturally alright, i did my ramadan and chanukah shopping then too. all done with all of the holidays. fuck, kwanzaa, well I'll do it tommorow.

a couple of things: first, if we had a community style home page ( a la excite circa year 2000) that you could bookmark as such would it be used? also for all the non combatrhino bloggers out there, would you feel better if you could stick a small button on yoru site that said something dinky like "combat approved"? please indicate here.

its the time of year

finals are over, its open space, i have some things to do though.
most of them are fun though!
alright. i think this may turn into a list that will go on my things i've done site, which i will update soon with other things too, BUT
Comic Sans MS needs to be banned. Created by Microsoft, this font is the poster font for cheerleaders and overachievers across america. It has degraded otherwise good websites. It has made me have temporary ADD in many occasions (conversations online, websites, papers, reports, shirts). if you are offended, i apologize, at least its not Sand.

i foudn a bunch of pictures that i have taken before and after haircuts at various points throughout highschool. neat! and i will also put up some pictures of my senior project as it progresses.

alas the new warrior element episode is up. for all those rocking it home to omaha check it out. although the call-in thing never works for me, it always seems to be on. you can watch rob moore former blogger and I being extremely something.

off to a pageant. actually no, I'm off to a cool conference, where I am the keynote. see how much awesome-er I am now.
also i should note that I read some old blogs of mine and i dont know how i got worse as i went along. i apologize haha.

alriiiiight

today we had mr. owens for calc sub. how funny is that.

alright just so you know, this blog was originally scheduled for sunday. but then i realized anything funny would be overshadowed by the sensationalistic saddam capture 2003. but now i have forgot the funny things to say.

fret not! things that will appear once break starts: history of my hair, my christmas list, some other pictures, some other stuff, some elephants, a sock, all of my fortunes from fortune cookies.
some ofthat is made up. you will have to see what is and isn't!

okay discussions today with erik on the immense awesomeness of buddy list led me to thinking, what about combatrhino t shirts or something. or hoodies. this wouldn't be medical club with some dumb logo, dumb catchphrase, and list of everyones name and nicknames. its also not something totally antithesized, no "this is the combhatrhino t shirt" or "this is the onlything we could come up with for the t shirt".

here is the mega appeal of combatapparel:
it will have a cool design. think of all of the neat graphical things that have been out of here.
it will be decently priced, since it is prolly more of a trade then profit.
it will be cryptic, in other words, wearing it is like an elitist club. remember abercrombie in the early days? yeah i never wore it because i wasn't allowed to , but we will create in effect this effect and effectually keep ours elitist.
it would just be fucking awesome. so yeah.

okay

yes its a snow day for all you snow day haters out there. and i dont mean the peoplew ho hate snow days, but the skeptics who are always sasying "ohhhhh nope not enough this or that". magic.

okay so here is a beautiful thing:
http://www.combatrhino.com/names/imlist.php
it is the long awaited IM list. it starts out with a meagre 267 names, but our goal is much higher, and with the help of alll bloggers and everyone we can achieve this. it is such an awesome concept if you think about it though like it blows my mind.

i have to read the rest of a book today so tis good we have snow day. and i have to go into school ha but thats alright it is for good reasons. but now im going to go do these things, enjoy your days!

its liek a free ride

okay so i hope no one took that last blog too seriously. you know a mood thing male p.m.s.

as naturally would you folks, this image drew you in.

this week i participated in a beard growing contest with these fools. also rob was in it but was disqualified because he didnt shave half of his face for comparison purposes for friday. plus he wouldve dominated us by too much so we had to get him disqualified somehow.

the other day i made the I.m.c. table map. the ss imc's tables are now all labeled (rhymed.) but a more INTERESTING revelation, was once bone was shown it, being as it was underground before that, the whole world caugh t on. this was brought to light by erik (splash the vote). i think that is crazy, bone is the caatalyst, be proud of yourself bryant that everyone follows you intently! it is true and can be corroborated in other situations.

my next story for the warrior element is pretty fruity but it willl be hella funny you'll all see when you are on break. new newspaper too. and this weekend im in syracuse and at northwestern so miss me.

gah

alright i have lost all motivation t o blog. there is nothing in my life. nothing i do any more. a lot of shitty things. maybe ill stop working on the site at all. we'll see. i need some reason.

thanksgiving

so its thanksgiving. and i am isolated. but its cool.
I remembered today, thinking of family, about the last time i was around these people. it was right after I had taken my first test, in this case the ACT. my cool cousin poignantly put it, "Now begins the bullshit." hhes a cool dude, plus he likes shoes.
would it be worthwhile to re-put up my shoe site again? opinions.
i have figured out some of the stresses that were stressful are no longer. okay i will continueu with this when I am home from dreaded Iowa.

friekin dig 2.0

oh man well i haven't blogged in a tad. thursday mr. whs was friekin awesome, or at least i had a lot of fun and tipper is my new favorite person. the musical medley was 4.0fun to perform. the end of that week was a good thing too, a lot of things finished, dig. friday hung with erica some.

alright i thought of a good idea for a photo thing, it has to do with time travel, i am mostly putting it here so i dont forget about it since it washed off my hand.

saturday night joel and I wrote a rap and hung out for some. i also realized i had underestimated the shows viva la bam and wild boyz, they are pretty funny. sunday was official disinformation day with all these crazy things i have been reading its insanity!

and to fuxing tune it up to the maximo, i found out late tonight that starting november 26th is the bond marathon. i just about had a live orgasm, it is my favorite time of year! pumpkin pies rule!!

lastly i was on tv but more importantly ricky lee fulton was, i will document that, because see i was taking pictures of the dude taking footage, its crazy to see ill show you.

http://members.cox.net/jeffsisson/raps/raps.html

diet caffeine free coke

alright so becky thinks im drunk and if not that probably crazy. how weird is that. because im not drunk/dont drink. gahh weird. maybe its fucking with my head (beck reference anyone?)

mr. whs tommorow. i am mcing as mentioned some other time. if you have a joke for me to tell that is dumb it may even get included. the show could be awesome or suck or both concurrently. i have a lot of homework to do as well plus make up from stuff i missed during illness last week.
it should be noted i attempted and failed at the quadruple kong challenge yesterday at King Kong. it was for a cable story so perhaps the loss was good for variety, but it was disenheartening, meat is not my sport. some would argue its the only sport but i dominate in all other things for the mmost part. except tacos. rob is pretty good at them. i am awesome at bread rice artificial things (which i have returned to eating by the way) a lot of other things, probably fish too. just not so much meats.

i have to go try on some pants. oh well

I am the dance commander

alright so i had somem fun things i had planned like a week ago to include here but i dont reallyyyy have them.
if you guys want something to do on the 13th come to mr. whs so you can watch a real dork emcee. real dork=me. it would suck to be a fake dork. or does that revert the dorkiness? by the way the thing at the bottom of the blog doesn't really work i just want to see what people read, what they are drawn to etc.
i saw elf it is pretty hilarious despite it being a family movie.

i no longer enjoy artificial foods. i secretly hope this is only termporary although i think it may not be. scary thought eh.

[if you stare into this long enough then blink, it will move in circles]

gah

i overcame my fear of vomiting yesterday. i still hate to vomit but i dont fear it any longer. 3 times the fun due to a GI flu gah i hate sickness.
sickness does mean quality television time:
I found that we now do have MTV2 even on basic limited cable channel 68 total rock!
i watched an episode of e.r....dramatico!
and I have watched prolly the whole of the real world, how cool is that.
i know you all envy my envious life. its alright you cant ALL be like me. this weekend maybe i will do something fun we'll see. i do plan on updating the website. alroight wel check you cats later.

completion/depletion

okay so i stayed up till 3 in the morn to finish a brit lit video. but it was an alright video. was it worth it/motivated? whooo knows. people laughed in class (see eriks blog). im sleeping a lot tonight though. but im cold now back from the game.

it should be noted that fate must have rained down its decision against me eating ice cream sandwiches because due to dental operations my nerves are uber sensitive. how poop is that.

lastly i found a decent pen but one i didnt really want to have but just wanted to use, so i deemed it the S.S. i.m.c. pencil, official one that is. it is hidden but if you ever see me i can go get it for you.

I'll eat you

so i am planning on the revival of my creative ventures website related this weekend. a la cool things i did in the summer but i dropped because of that retarded sloth called school.
today filmed my film deal for brit lit, i thought it mnight suck a lot but i think it will actually be fairliy funny, we'll see. it got film juices going i want to make a short this year produced to the max i have discussed with shirley about it ask if interested.
i am listening to this rawkus remix of my sharona called "The one" by Scanty sandwich. and also i have started eating ice cream sandwiches what a horrible deal for my future body. maybe i will not reak the horrible effects :\

ooh! tommorow i get some sort of dentists thing i think having to do with cavities, no fun, but if i drool i promise i will post a picture here for your supreme delight. ooh and there's a calc quiz between now and then, how fun! so many fun thigns. I can't handle it.

nerdorama

I ate Jeff's Blog. It was BORING and NOT TASTY AT ALL. I read some of his earlier stuff. I will bring better things to this blog than Jeff did.

i wish i was 17

whoops. i am.
alright so since last year my tv watching habits have significantly pittered out, to the point where i dont watch it much at all, partially out of choice partially out of lack of motivation to do so (less good shows). my plan: fast from tv for a month. after which i hope that the spectrum of shows will have followed suit. plus i will start watching seinfeld again (can you believe i havent done so in 6 months?? its alright though i still am the seinfeld master). your thoughts are appreciated. it should be noted i will choose to immediately end the fast if a bond marathon comes on. good thing im not catholic.
I am a band nerd so this is what this weekend majorityly was spent doing. and since i have few friends period i got depressed that i had backed out on the band trip. i now am unsure of what i will do over winter break. big bummer.
I may or may not enjoy fall. which is very suprising. i read about Dysthymia last night. who knows. i do like pumpkin pie.
done

its big time

today was fanatical. i had journalism that was boring. conferences were neat. math grade was relieving. but crazy late night was crazy. alright there were only three great parts.
1.volleyball. we took this up and it has made the task of waiting for people to come to work (there were none) and we found an open gym and a flat volleyball.
2.chinese food. courtesy of jason chan in a very not racially offensive way it was the best food for late night for newspaper ever.
3.andd the best
please if you didnt read ANYTHING ELSE READ THIS. fuck now i hope its good.

alright so after all the cats were in the other room, chan oliver piatek and decide on a rice eating contest. at first i thought it was speed which i could easily dominate. then i realized it was for quantity. we quickly munched as much as we could in equal amounts. by the end we were floored i think marc chedel (i dont even know the kid outside of newspaper) planned on puking when he went home, but i returned victorious and am quickly about to suffer some of the effects, but you can all now call me my official title, by
Jeff the Rice King. it could be a movie. that is a good idea, �.

tick tick

its not that i haven't had time, because i have. i am gathering thoughts.

building off of erik's pseudpleasure of imagining westside as hogwart's, i wonder if they have a fireplace. it would be very out of place but i guarantee whatever i.m.c they are hiding the fireplace in would be the coolest.

conferences tommorow: awesome! don't ask me why but the thought is always comforting, something about teachers not in a school environment, like when you see them driving.

i think i will film this deal i am submitting for colleges this week if anyone gets BORED or has carbonation to spare. always in need of that

if you read these blogs and watn one please talk to erik or I we are happy to give them. and I am happy period. alright

unglorious return

on my return from what was no doubt my depressing absence from the populus, as I checked up on blogs, I noticed this startling phenomena:

If you notice, the first three are cropped from original portions of his homecoming pictures. But I got confused, Bryant looked the same in every one! I used my awe-some photoshop skills to confirm this, and notice the composite fourth picture. They are all the same! Bryant may be working undercover for the government as some sort of stationary face positioning agent which no doubt Johhn Ashcroft is using to help spy on libraries across america. super cool! hats off to bryant, i wish i was 100% hardcore :). damn i wish we had smilies too. and i wish i had a life.

alright new york things up later, they are semi neat.

footnote

today in homeroom, which i have with lefebvre and is a surreal experience in its own right, ben posed to me the question, (ben williams, who despite our talking outside of homeroom, until today had never sat by me, for reasons of not wanting to provoke conversation with lefebvre) how much time of our life had been wasted in homeroom. i calculated it. the exact time is around 7.625 days, but i figure with days i have been gone and what not for band and illness i will round it to a solid 7 days. 7 days of my life wasted in homeroom. HORRIBL�

rah

alright, first i am leaving ffor new york for the weekend. NYU visit shall be ffun its a neat place, i will take pictures.

i was talking with joel about cds;
(08:36) Joel Fulton: did you know 30 blank cds costs $17
(08:37) saranrapjs: yea man they are cheap
(08:37) saranrapjs: porque?
(08:37) Joel Fulton: that is A TON of money
(08:38) Joel Fulton: should be 799

alright and i got to thinking. in 7th/8th grade i was, maybe along with dave jesteadt, one of the first one to make cds for anyone. i may have actually been the first to make them from music that i didnt previously have, in other words not copies of cds, but napster music. maybe bryant was in it but i think he may just have used napster before me not cd burning. and the price for evvery cd that i made? 15 dololars. yes that is correct those were the days when everyone was naiive and even the people selling at this price didn't realizes how much they were ripping others off. totally awesome. haha i think at some point the school made some futile announcement on how this wouldn't be tolerated etc but tis the middle school who cares.

im shaky, or at least more so in my hands than my normmal shakiness, due to probably lack of food. i need to eat. i need to also update my other site. god damnit. fruit snack time.

well yes

today was an interesting today. i was reminded that i need to add more pictures to my real website, which will happen shortly as i have been taking pictures all along for your future reading and visual enjoyment.

the picture on the left serves two purposes. the first: i learned tonight in late night how to make bling bling text. i continue to be a photoshop god. second: the sharpie marking care of erik on my face. he pulled the old "hey jeff" then marked me with a sharpie trick, but later went back and expanded it into a headset. many people actually believed it. i acted like those people who think they are so awesome in cars, business people with cell phones!

um one of the college blogs i read abotu the concert and how cats were there ( i was with erik but im not important) and a blog party would be hella crazy as well as cool. it would be tres weird though, that sort of thing tends to be. we'll see if someone has ideas im pro that.

i am glad that people are blogging again. there was sort of a low point where interest lacked but the rhino is off of life support. previews: my delirious time of sickness and pictures theirof! the publication of the IM list! implementation of green into new format! my ego bursting...LITERALLLYYYYYYY

i decided no more signatures. very old fashioned. i will just end it.

17

alright so reflection on birthdays is overdone in all cultural venues so i will only enlighten with whatever interests me more than the rest.

first off saw school of rock i thought it was a funny movie just not a laugh out loud movie. it was viewed with jole the stripper and bryant. also it should be noted in an attempt to regain control of my official title as older sibling (in the ongonig battle against my cousin who is staying in my house) i have found the stash of Diet Cokes and plan to sabotage appropriately.

to find out how awesome i am go here im sure tehre are some awesome statistics about it.

i got a bike for today. it is very calming, added to my list of things i do from childhood that i recently took up again, along with flying kites. gooo figguare. maybe i will post a picture up here later or more likely tommorow.

i did want to show the family circus (worst cartoon of all time. the best? why rex morgan, of course) of today because bill keane's birthday is today and i found it yuckily ironic, since there is a birthday celebration as is inevitable in the comic. so much fun i cant HANDLE it.

my marathon week is over. next week will be toned down. then toned down some more. then break! phew. its practically here already, tropical style. alright this blog will end until i think of something more clever to write. who hates chronoblogs?

p i r a t e

alright so i am going to build a hidden shrine to brown boy naimmul in the s.s. imc. details to follow.

i am listening to outkast cd of new , and it is like the Neptunes cd, i cant decide if i like it or not. depressomondo.
tommorow if you are bored feel free to go out to dinner. i think that is what i am doing with whoever wants to come, to wherever it is decided. is it bad that i have had a wedgie all day? I think its the pants

on a similar note i think tonight, after shooting for my super awessome tv show, i will maybe go to bed early. this will serve me great, but tommorow is friday so i will be more alright than usual about getting up early. this blog is done nothing has been funny or new/itneresting in retrospect. out

its all in the name

okay. so this isnt a real blog, its more of things that i want to remember when i wake up, and since im super selfish it is guaranteed that i will read this and remember them.

first, erik and i discussed the shout outs. this refers to , on selected rap mp3's, some twittytwat will go back and edit their voice into the track. it usually goes something like this: "DJ IMSOGOOD....djimsoogood...SHOUT OUT TO MY MAN CLUE....my man clue....BUSTABUS HOLDIN IT DOWN....holdin it down....YEA YEA...yea yea" dont you love the echo effect. it sucks horribly though! because they usually turn the mastering of the track down, so that their voice is turned up. how horrible! I just wanted to pop and lock to nellly, now i have to listen to you?

second thing. i finally discovered the power of my photo printer and its glossiness. its hella insane. i decided i will start a photo studio. either you give me the pictures, i will print them out and or photoshop them like a wiz, or i can shoot too. it will be an awesome deal since i cut out all of the crazy machines that people claim they need. i just have to figure out a name....

to the window, to the wall

ha ha alright so mizzaggie is not a real balla. just a pretender, thast alright though. it made me ultimato happy when megan correctly recognized above said song, rock so i have someone i can harlem shake battle with!

alright the dance was alright. im still just getting over the parachuters that were at the game last night. umm some of the songs at teh dance were cool. i guess. alright nevermnind. they did a lot of remixees of old songs by like pink floyd, and some others i cant remember. that was crappy. i liked the rap but there are always critics of that. i am still waiting for the dj to play what is love by haddaway.

i wore a shirt i like but i shouldve worn it more prominently. i dont know how to act around people at dances, like i dance thats cool but when just passing people from school who do I say hi to. oh so fuconsing.
two new things ive been saying for better or more likely worse:
"whats up now beaatch!" -credit is from erik-- this statement is not in fact dissing females, but rather empowering. the eeatch makes it so.
"your fault, you signed up for it" this is particularly annoying and of my own accord.
and for those who care I have weened myself off of saying god awful "fair enough" and instead I just say "alright" thank god.
speaking of weening, erik realized the fact that say a midwife is weening a baby off of breastmilk. well then the baby is a weenee (weenie!) and the midwife would be the weener (wiener!). this is the derivation of these two words. you heard it from the source. actually no, but erik is gone so i will pretend like the pirate on dodge and cass streets.
alright bed time tontos.

a study

alright so I like chain rules in math. chain rules rule. does that work?

tommorow i have to do band stuff for homecoming what a NERD.
a bunch of people are leaving for a debate nerdament (at my cousin's high school incidentally) but it will leave me with nothing to do. haha well there is homecoming. but other parts of the weekend. oh well.
alright I will leave you with a graphic study. my hand and arm are disproportional. can you tell?

note: images are to scale.

la la la

due to recent pondering on such shows as lambchop, i was reminded of arthur, and then reminded of this girl from my elementary school. it always struck me that she looked like muffy! maybe im just crazy. hoepfully im insanely right! no offense intended to either muffy or this girl. alright yay

there the penny lies or lays

Today was homecoming bonfire. alas I didn't get elected but this is alright i didnt expect it or want to! drew b got it congrats to him we have a combatant on the court rock out. we could make combatrhino like an official club, how chic. alright drew told me to blog about his lost water bottle the other day so there is this reference.
the picture (deleted!) is poignant, what is more cool? that is kofi anan by the way. I have been listening to a lot of new music lately and it is a metaphor for that. i would give reccomendations but no one will follow them, so if you want to hear some cool songs comment to say so or what not. i will probably post another post in a few minutes with the return of what will be my traditional interesting graphic style of blogging. out.

i rule

today was uber publication day. i had both the release of the newspaper and tv show. both of which met my expectations exactly. newspaper exceeded a tad. i am a media mogul you fools, the fcc is on my ass, im on the lamb because i have so much power!!
i was going to put this commment in bobbys blog but it will do better here. a little known fact, but I was the basis for the character of every jason lee movie. also shaft but that was really inspired by me and richard roundtree. i got the shaft prenatally. i love to rhyme! and that was a genius sentence if you think about it.
so um there are some new bloggers, the creation of which took 15 minutes of my precious time. so if they suck it is a lot easier to create the delete button! hopefully they wont.

here are two related ideas: one already mentioned. alright so does anyone occupy su's desk anymore? if not, we now will conquer that as the official phone for combatrhino. voice all opinions to it, leave on the voicemail, or call during the day. someone who knows if the desk is taken do tell! second thing, is for the knowledge network, tehy ahve those viewers choice things, right! well one late night, i was watching it, and someone had chosen the live college class show. but no one was there, so the camera was facing towards the window at maybe creighton! opportunity: have people vote in and we have our own, free show. fun stuff

i decided on my senior project it shall be neat. here is my consultante d'community: I am making pop for my project. what fun!

homecomign is this weekend. I know who i am going with and maybe even what i am going to funkily wear. but who to go with and wear to eat? I am so superficial!@!!!! lala!

Parliament funkadelic rock the house, there are none better. I am the green one, and I'm out.

its called fruit and im doing it all night long

its been a while since I posted. turns out I didn't have west nile. but if you want to pretend, I will play along.
I didnt really come home at all the last two nights. fucking late night galore.
Stress= no cool. i am not a stressful boy, but I dont like looming deadlines. or senildaed gnimool's either.
cut hair= check. i think my next plan is to be a pirate. goals goals goals.
erik is starting a political party. he forgets that there was a political party that we had started a while back, but its alright, that was for president and it may have been unrealistic at the time (the 2000 campaign year). this is the year to do it folks though, so vote for erik's choice in 2004. who/whatever that may be.
no matter what you might say light sabers aren't as cool as you think they are.
also I believe there is a great rift in America: do you or dont you like banana runts? everyone has an opinion. similar topic is black licorice. fight it out boys and girls I'm out.

comfort

progressive blog. i am watching high fidelity as the first movie of the day. although im sure in the halls of combatrhino blogdom these have been mentioned but quotes by jack black like "you can be, and are wrong" as well as "thats a COOSBY sweATTER". haha this movie always amuses me its an anti depressant.
i have this neat idea for a piece of art, appleworks stylee of course!
i froze some grapes today. they were so suprisingly good that i am going to try freezing everything from now on. rah!
rented big lebowski just started watching it. "by the way dude, chinaman is not the preferred nomenclature. asian-american"

holy smokes (?)

well as some know i have been gone from school for the last three days due to illness. i had subconciously decided at some point that I wasn't going to blog, or if i did it wouldnt make it a sick blog. well i intend to still follow that rule being as i am presenting you with
Jeff's Extreme Blog of the MONTH!!!
so today was a normal sick day doing jack shit you know. my jackshitness was interrupted by my mom, who had talked to some infectious diseasee people who thought it a good idea that i go get my blood for west nile (if i had it there is nothing they can do its just so we know what is up). so i was like alright. then while driving i realized i had never had my blood drawn. oh well couldnt be that bad.
when the deed happened it didnt seem so bad, just a prick you know i even watched the blood come out, neat. then after leaving the room a coldness started to halo around my extremities as well as my head. i involuntarily started crying. i started feeling faint. i was later told i hyperventilated and almost passed out. it was scary. im beginning not to like this disease anymore. expeciially if its west nile because that = piles o' make up work. well thats it for now i will put pictures here later.

i thought i was going to watch batman forever but then i realized that it was on digital cable. or at least something i didnt have. erik peterson has a cushy tv life i tell you!

omg

it seems like for all the magazines I watch, they either are really sporadic with maybe one article I like, or the whole thing is on the money. this is a time where it is on the money. Wired has a whole thing on superproducers. timbaland, neptunes, dan the automator, oh my love.

umyaya

blam

over the long heated grind I was confuzzled as to why my groove meter hit the highs whenever pink's "feelgood time" hit the air. today I found out. it was in fact written by beck! this is added to the long list of songs I love by artists I hate mostly because of who wrote and/or produced the songs.

grooved it combatstyle last night. we were in quest for some emo-laden band-of-glory which didn't happen. did hit up the usual spots minus rockbrook park for obvious reasons. erik no doubt may post pictures later, I would've but not enough anecdotage for you blogpeople to laugh. they are neat looking however. ordered some area 51's...

I have decided to cut my hair in the next two weeks. feel free to suggest the exact date that I do so! idea: take a photo weekly after haircut to make one giant timelapse hairgrow thing. rad!

suschi, affectionately known to me as the california roll has become my new snack of choice. replacing the old favorite, ice cream sandwiches. oh mashed ice cream between two wafers, you will always remain in our hearts.

it is sad, I know this post is worthless, yet I post anyways because I am addicted to pushing that number to the right of my name forever upwards. what a concept.

crazy beat

a fair amount has happened.

in the span of time that I haven't blogged, my car became sad then was happy again (as of today) so now it drives with a brand new vigor. happiness! today I had a meeting with cats im working on the tv story on it should rock pretty much check out the show september 19th.

I have to read 100 pages heart of darkness by friday. that I am not looking forward to. but I think I can do. other homework however.... :)
the IM project is going well, we have 118 people so far. I would show a preliminary but that would detract interest from a final or nearfinal product. so wait for the thing, I will keep numbers posted like a body count ha.

today was french field trip. bones car with with woodwardklopping was pretty fun, there was almost too much dirtiness. haha my favorite moment was when kyle out of silence yelled out "somebody stick a dick in my ass". it wasnt meant to be perverted I dont know ask him about it.

I have sunglasses that are old that i am newly wearing that are defining a new style that wont conform. it is probably the most accurate to my character of previous shades of style. a lot of business is going to happen soon. im still seroius about the fort war. and the revolution. and area 51's haha

welcome new bloggers laura e and sarah v. i know there are a decent chunk o' people who have previously requested blogs and dont have them yet, I apologize, but a majority ratio of currentwestside students vs. former needs to be maintained until a larger population is attained.

questions or comments about the site should be put here.

lastly out of this boring blog I will ntoe this was very much too traditional blogstyle for me. next one will be very airy and theoretical; in other words normal jeffblog rock!

I implore you

i have had a breakthrough. I told naimul of this already but it is important that the public receives the information. I have a proposition; no this is not the music revolution that will come at some point anyways.

I want to start a giant fort war. if you need an explanation think back to forts made either indoors or outdoors made of homemade materials. it would be as massive as feasible. and it would rock out hard. please let me know if there is significant interest i will definitely make a dinky website if not actually set it up it would rock insanely.

check it out

my only real interesting think from saturday night.

bowling for columbine is a great movie, its kind of mean, and its real sad, and super interesting, i suggest a rental of it.

ha!

well i am bein forced to blog under pain of something. haha that would sound a lot funnier out loud i promise.

its real weird that i am actually in a mood to clean. anyone who knows me outside of the blog world truly can appreciate the weirdity of this. maybe ill take pictures. probably not. i think i will make an awards page with my loveland track and field participation awards though. haha I suck at sports.

speaking of, the pep club band whatever that thing on thursday was real weird. i'm not into sports but I really like yelling and getting riled up, so it was mixed emotions. i was just yelling to yell you dig?

plans for today (tentative): funky beat producing on my keyboard, watching some neat movies, make popcorn, set up new blog system (easiersexier comment if you can handle another system change), and atcetera facmetera. if you have something youre doing that sounds fun tell me because otherwise ill just be sitting up here alone which isnt all too bad, but still.

haha this is weird. i've been told by my parents that i need to start wearing clothes. well not that I don't wear clothes. more to the effect that I need to start wearing a shirt and maybe shorts. mostly just the shirt thing. oh well i dont really feel like following rules.

i think im going to write a picture style think i will link it up later tonight prolly. check it out. for now I'm gone. dropping mad science

its called rock and im doing it all night long

sadly, bobby is mistaken.

when it comes to running club fair day, there are few people more versed in lore and associated attraction of people than I. gimmicks like candy don't get people, you will leearn, nor does being loud. its all about a little jenesaidquoi that will rock the house tommorow with Jeff and Bryan's Culture Club. granted I'm sure the booth for volleyball superfans will be nice and what not, but it wont be rocking. watch for it

conspiracy

i have imbibed the most concentrated amount of knowledge of perhaps any other point in my life in the last three days. it is phenomenal, wikipedia.org check it out. find out anything.

i am sad. the Omaha police department website doesn't have us listed. humm I smell embarassment? perhaps I should start a campaign to send "Omaha not for swingers anymore" flyers to them en masse. maybe not.

i REALLY need to cut down on my ice cream sandwich intake. i think I have eaten 5 today and that is unhealthy I am sure. what i need to do is get some dinner rolls, the ultimate crave mediator. yess dinner rolls that is the answer....

i will break my own rule

http://members.cox.net/jeffsisson/
check it out. there are two new things as of now, but i am in a real creative mood and there will be many more to come today/tonight so watch out. what complaints about the design do you have. other than smilies, that will come once people enjoy how the site looks otherwise. so theres a motivator.

wellywelly

last night was pretty fun. took some pictures for bathroom project. met some kewl cats at village inn, haha i enjoyed that a lot actually. and joel/naimul, later samara, later megan/maggie/mantup/the long list of that crew are all pretty cool.
some time today i will post the ultra fun website im making. being as people hate the new design i am trying to tinker around with it to make it easier on the eyes. you should be able to see it in process on this blog, any suggestions are mucho appreciated. tonight is the pig picking, its the best meal i have almost all year, at least the best one i can count on. i think i will probably stop posting until people enjoy the design haha because thats just fucking depressing.

fondue

it is decreed

I have realized that unless I include one of my many graphic/photographic endeavors or some interactive element, no one will read this blog. i write decently, but people are less likely to accept craaazy theories in blog form. so here is jeff's neatness factor of the day:
colleges:which should I go to?
Playaz University
Stone Cold University (this one is an old one, kind of like how the ivies are old haha)
Party University
its an urgent decision. lynn hansen happens to like all of these so he's no help. hummm.....

cellphonefun

This is from a celly. Neat

the above text was actually posted using a cell phone. think of the limitless possibilities! if you want to find out how to be able to send "gigli rox!" to your blog at a movie theater, post here or something.

show how my pimp hands way strong

today was a day.

i declared war on ben christiansen last friday. it was made official today. i have to assert myself as the ultimate knowledgeable fellow, combining first my history knowledge and then adding the culture knowledge, the latter of which he does not have. i am prepared to rock, are you prepared to rock with me?

(pictured of erik's school picture deleted!) lalala hes like a teddy bear

classes are easy this year, I will leave it at that. I will prolly add on to this blog as I think of all the interesting things you want to hear haha.

dumdumdum

Wowie. feels like I just freshed a squattie. the whole 2.0 thing had been brewing for a while, i think it should work well, i hope it works well. we will SEE

so today i finally carried out (in another part of my series of actually doing things I say/want to do) the plan to devise an equation of proportionality for cars. in simpler terms, i think that there are many people at westside who are too small for their cars or visa versa. the equation is v=1.35h . v is the total passenger volume, h is the height of the person. this is all boring and equational here are some test data:
I used myself for the constant. I am 5'9" and my car has something like 89 or whatnot cubic feet inside it. or something like that. anyways:
erica came out with a value of 87 which should fit her nicely with a jetta.
joel, towering in at 6 foot, is still allowed to drive his hot passat.
amy unfortunately was too small for her chevy malibu. however she tells me she is supposed to drive her parents' passat which is just about right.

you give me your height, i will tell you if your car fits bwahahaha.

today was cool. 1215-230 i went home which was a nice little refresher. ok well im ending this here, thatarea segment was entirely too long. i shouldve drawn it! i prolly will later tommorow or tonight.

shalalala

When you were eight
And you had bad traits
You go to school
And learn the golden rule
So why are you
Acting like a bloody fool
If you get hot
You must get cool
.....bad boys bad boys you know how it goes
rok inner circle rok!

short one but a quick one, haha there is an amusing picture of stamos on the choir wall. well its not an amusing picture, but its placement is random. i thought i would give the blog crew a heads up for random laughing.

guess what

well not a lot of people were on line this weekend. haha maybe I was just online too much. oh well.

salary for around five cops for about an hour= $128
cost to run the police chopper to and from rockbrook= $361
total gas spent on police cars = 60 cents
knowing that omaha tax money is being well spend on chasing little kids down in parks because its past their bedtime= priceless

f*ck, i think that actually rings it up to 485 dollars though. i hate mastercard commercials, i hate people who imitate them even more. it was just the most creative way i could think of illustrating the price table. i looked these up, some values will be roughed until the police website goes online. haha there will be some hella funny things about that in the future.

if i had to choose between playing air guitar, and playing a real one, i would definitely choose the first.

and scene; next week on jeffs blog:
carrrazy things. i think im going to start up the bathroom project again. those who know what im talking about feel priveleged. those who dont wait and watch.

whoa

fonts click on fonts for more. its a new updated printable version, that which was used in the chart. IM me if you want to know how to print it out on lined paper.

well I intended for some spectacularly clever or at least spectacularly clever attempt at a followup to the last blog but due to recent events this will have to be delayed. I'm sure you will enjoy what is to follow just as much as whatever cooky things i couldve cooked up.

I would blog directly on the events that happened that night, but unfortunately this wouldn't give justice to the surreality of the whole thing. plus its properly imbibed with a side of visuals, so here we go. at some point this may be censored by erik, but you will still be able to look at it, just not directly from the site (ask me).

go! this will be updated in the very near future i'm sure so keep posted. and I will end with a confusing graphic to those who wont read the above link, an amusing to those who will.

chart

ladeeda. look who has too much time on his hands! note, on the chart abmeyl or whatever is belfie, being as until recently I was unaware that she had a first name and that it was amy. i just assumed belfie was her first name. my apologies! on to the chart:

humm

today turned out to rock.

first check out http://members.cox.net/jeffsisson/ for a new update with pictures from kountze park project as well as a narrative about a pillow. both are neat or so i think.

all michiganers are omahans again. happiness!

kountze park rocked, so does joel's dad. quote: girl from north: "yea all of our seniors left last year *in reference to football*", rob: "weird! so did all of ours!". it was a crazy thing, but see above link for better detailedness.

today i found out that old people are similar to the tyrannysaurus rex in Jurassic Park (the first and best one of course). my parents, more specifically my mom is having an endocrine section related party. a work party for those who dont know my personal details. anyways so the front door is left open, supposedly beckoning people to come in without knocking or associated door greetings. inevitably the adults say some sort of obligatory "knock knock (ontomontapeia)" or "anybody home?" thing. but haha it was funny. these two people came in and said "knock knock" and "anybody home?" respectively. I was upstairs, a clear shot as far as sight goes, and especially since they were looking around for someone to greet them. well to avoid making dumb conversation i just stopped all movement, and hahahhaha they just didn't see me. thus the t-rex reference. crazy adults i hope I never become one!

commercial watch!

quickie but a goodie as an addon to today:
PETMEDS-This commercial f*cking sucks. seriously hahaha its almost funny its just that horrible. watch it! watch the wholething. from the "I'm nauseous" blurry look of the camera, to the overfake reactions of the people, to this woman talking on this other womans big screen, i dont even understand the thing. it is hilarious though i suggest watching it for pure weird/makefunof value.

AMP energy drink:the premise behind these actually is not that bad. i just dont like the little "lingalingalingalingalgningialnglia" noise that sounds like they recorded it in a tube, that they use when they say the product name. it weirds me out.

i really like the new nike "ill race anybody" commercial with the bblack kid. if you havent seen it , its clever i promise. i figured id throw something nice in.

ok well im out to go finish tv watching.

god made mefunkeeey

find THAT song its super cool. think along the lines of...shaft. well i am fed up with all of these stories in chronological order so here i will try and screw some shit up.

last night at borders was a surreal experience. this man who was my old chicago waiter the night before was there and eyes met and he gave me the stink eye I THINK but I am unsure at this point. then as I was walking up the all too familiar border stairs, this man (around 25 years old) was having trouble in the form of tripping and said "I should've just taken the elevator!". i gave him a courtesy laugh. now one might think this is a normal occurence but anyone who has been to borders in their LIFE knows that no one uses the elevator except for jokes, its one floor damnit! then I found this whole unknown section affectionately known as "DVD Other" with everything from "Buttcrack" the zombie movie, to "The Mullet Documentary". I am not joking. I was tempted to buy it, i hope someone i know does so i can laugh a lot.

last weekend was mellow. this next one shall probably be excited to the Xtreme. the boys and amy are coming home all three points of excitement lala.

I am finding myself constantly tired at the end of each night, or at least my eyes hurt. and even though sometimes I'm not tired, there is really only one option of something to do when you can't have your eyes open.

I watched a greek documentary. athens rules! rock and roll highschool forevaa

next year: there may end up not being a seinfeld club. but bryan and I have brainstormed and thought of a really good idea that should shoot over well with the short minded audience that highschooll is composed of. don't worry seinfeld will be involved, not that theres anything wrong withthat. hahaha i keep on thinking of moviefone, "hewoooo and welcome to moviefone"

Updates!

Well I have changed the format of the MovableType output so that it doesn't embed the style thus providing more flexibility for el Erico. cool!
plus I hacked in a way the updates code so that it will only show the most recent blog.
Playlist/Song/iTunes/Winamp/Whatever output should be located in each bloggers folder under the name Music.html. For instance in this blog it would be the file here.
Currently I have figured out how to post using the XML-RPC API so that I can post from my cozy little application which any windows junkie could do from theirs, names include W.Bloggar, Blogbuddy, Bloglet, all kinds of names. Check this out, I can insert the currently playing iTunes track into here because I rock haha. White Room by Cream Good song. Everything is in order I believe for Erik's implementation, if he needs help he needs to just ask where I put all these crazy files plus the file structure will have to be organized around the old files, and the old files deleted (which should hopefully clear up lots o' space but I dont know how much it took in the first place).
I'm audi whatever the hell that means. rock and roll highschool forever.

weowd

i have recently run into a couple of people online who frrustrate me. do you knkow anyone who missed out on the decline of using "ur" "u" and associated shortenings as being cool? that pisses me off! I apologize if a blogger or a sitee reader uses this, but it goes even farther than these. i am pretty sure that these are officially unpopular as it currently stands.

suggestions on how to kill these people?

cream-white room is a good song. although i have no good reason why.

update check this out:
c-walk you wouldn't think it if you read it but this is all about a dance. haha it made me laugh what a fuss people make!

huzzah

well i have been devoid of my usual hummingbird pace of posts, but you know how we do.

this is actually do to a reformat being implemented. ask someone about it if your really want, but look for Most Recent Blogs as well as customized Music lists soon. soon. echo.

word to the wise:: when you are mowing and you see a giant stick in your way it may SEEM as if the correct route to take would be to mercilessly run over it. while this route would SEEM to do more good than harm, in terms of effort saving, it in fact will implant a boob shaped tumor on your shin. ouch .

~

second post

blah

First post

Well after oogles of work and what not I am getting the medium/final touches on this system. This includes: soon a music thing, a most recent blogs thing, maybe even a profile type system. We'll see.

uggghhh (in a master p way)

here is my only whiny post for the entire month.

ok i would like to say the whole sort of inner conflict running around the html of Combatrhino frustrates me a whole damn lot.

1.New Rob-New rob is cool. even if he is mean sometimes, i think some of the things he says are hella funny and being able to say what you want is kinda the idea of blogging. this is not a communist blog.

2.expletives- i think these rock! but not how they are being used. good use "Everyone is entitled to their own opinion unless it f*ckin pisses me off!" bad use "I f*cking hate xxxperson". thats just dumb be more creative. there was once a student newspaper where this kid used the first letter of every paragraph to form a diss against teachers. that was the coolest as randy graves would say.

3.the conflict- i am tired of all of this shit, from both sides. the fact that whenever someone posts opinions about the subject, even neutral opinions, both sides seem to find a way to use this to their own devices, just pisses the hell out of me. this is not debate, we dont form arguements in one standard way. similarly, this is not the real world, petitions and open polls don't work. this is 's site, he could edit all the design and posts to turn this into a billy ray cyrus fan page if he wants to.

4.meanness- i am tired of this. at least at this point. some meanness can be tolerated especially when its funny. but when we're talking a back to back flat out war of words i dont need to see that! i want to hear about how you pooped your pants today or something, not about how you hate some other person.

5.new things: smilies check 'em out. . for you marykate/ashley fans, you may whine that only ashley is featured but you will notice if you just do this its almost like the real thing. theyre twins god damnit haha. anyone else who wants themselves immortalized as a smiley contact.

peace, hopefully i wont have to be all b itchy and moany in a blog again, i dont like to be. i guarantee i will annoy myself reading this. but it serves a purpose.

ladeeda

today wasn't bad. tommorow will suck. i am looking forward to the weekend. who wants to do soomething with me haha

heres a deal, and i have surrounded it with smileys to attract attention. i will make a smiley of any blogger on this site and/or any popular culture icon whom i enjoy. i figure its fair for me to make one for anyone who blogs here, but im not going to make one for f*cking richard greco just because you like him. :twentyonejumpstreet: although he was pretty cool. plus he was with johnny depp. but anyways! yes hit me up here or in some other fashion, we'll work out a deal

new smilies

in addition i spend my boredom tonight creating these two new smilies. who knows if you will be able to use them in commenting, hopefully so. odes to two favorite pop culture icons.

and

craycray

i will only short comment on this subject due to massive annoyance, but band camp is hella hot, and hella hot is no fun at all.

today at borders, i saw mark pleiss, that is my story.

also! so when i was about to start this blog i see a spider go across my arm. i think whatever this has happened before, so i just shook it off, didnt think about it. but then i see something on my eye crawling from a string, annd maybe i was hallucinating but i swear i saw a spider making its little web on my eye. damn toby mcguire, you and your latex costume stay away from my eye.

i had always wondered about value cards. what do they mean? luckily, with the invention of the internet in july of 2003, i was finally able to find out. there are loads of scams and crocks o' shit surrounding it, if you really want to know i can post some links for your fodder.

i will think of other interesting cool things to say i promise. we'll see. i think we should have like a game of something against xanga. i think tehere is a blog stock market that is based on how many people link to blogs, we could compete and rock. rock. reverb. reverb.

battle

this is my last image of the month, i promise.

now i know some are former veterans of xanga. no worries. you are here now.

sidenote: for the few people who dont understand the metaphors here, it is a common fact that the blue team wins. plus we have a bat.

this piece, entitled "make me say ugh" was created ENTIRELY with clip art. super cool!

peace

no one needs to leave that is absurd we are all down. here is my contribution, flame it or love it eitherway it makes me happy. plus the man in the corner was made with the "spray paint" tool. appleworks is so gangsta!

f-i-f-t-y-c-e-n-t and j-e-double-f-rey

yes thats right. those who know me know that i threw a fit with the last fifty cent single due to its cool beat and annoyingness. but this time i am down with the song full on. plus i am concerned with the state of the blog titles, not citing any examples...

no more dentures for me! that's pretty hot. plus i replaced my bracelet. now the three years of transormation are complete, revealing, a better, faster machine... you know the drill, insert six billion dollar man theme music.

i resent being called immature I mean that's limited foreal, if you are going to diss "teenagers", do it full on. plus, to quote dwayne "scooter" frug� "You don't know me! I'm not lyin. Sewiously guys, I'm not lyin'."

rock and roll high school forever

whatevver you doooo dont tellanyone

guess the band from the title, its a lyric not a name of the song fyi.

its hella hot out today. i just mowed, and i may not make this blog the length i want it to be beause im a bit dizzy and need some diet pop.

haha i was justthinking of a song, mysoginistic unfortunately yes, funny well yes too, that mark pleiss used to sing in chemistry last year. " wwhooo can clean the laaab up, the female chemist can". sad/funny.

what is there to do on a hot day , interesting things that is. post ideas here.

i want to know who all of these random girls, who i am told are college girls by various sources, are. what are they bringing to this community that would make me want to read their blogs. feel free to tell here. because i have no cclue.

ok on to read homestar and cool down.

the weight of my words

so i went to journalism camp. that was bunk. well the camp was. it was located in iowa. i have learned that to keep people attented i must return frequently.

so wow i clicked on rob m and saw this new rob i didnt know whether to feel bad or laugh, just because i know rob will be pissed, but at the same time it was amusing that there is another rob m although i dont know if he is a real person or not.

at the camp we did redesign the paper. the lance that is. look for a new improved hopefully cooler deal next year, i am a god. so are my fellow editors i suppose.

nicknames are really cruel but easy to use when one is overly cynical, that is the lesson of the week boys and girls. if this blog hasn't interested you indicate in the comments, plus i will probably post more later, i just figure this has too many words, i gots to work out the details my damies. tight, i love all you omaha people, and all the expatriates in michigan too. come back soon though for real

gone

i am leaving for about a week until friday ill be back around like5 or something, for journalism ccamp. may or maynot be fun. browse http://members.cox.net/jeffsisson/ to get your fill of me if i dont get online during the week. if i dont talk to you, have fun!

popo

let it be known that i think that the new format=cool, changing it up is always good. plus i have an insatiable lust for top tens!

idea

i have made fan pages for bryant and jason and I extend the same offer to anyone else. note samara is on dibs right now, and it is taking longer for each one so it isnt an expidite process. this is because i dont want to repeat concepts; believe it or not the simple minds (in jest of course) who create fan pages actually do vary the styles of each page so i try and follow suit. enjoy.

triumphant

hello fellow bloggers i dont know what to think of my semi return. the blog world is something different than when i left on my pilgramage of sorts. a new regime came and fell (forums). apathy had led the denizens to shambles. something needs to be done.

onother notes it looks like people are having fun. i have however something that will save you all. actually it will save the world. it is pretty amazing:
"Jeff's Two-Step Process To Saving The World"
keep in mind this is mostly compiled from recognizing common faults amongst movies so it may be unrealistic, but i dont think it is!

1.Never bet on a relationship. Clarification: Whether guy or girl this always ends up screwing things up, and although it always ends up good in the end, it would save a lot of crying time.
2.Penalize by law security guards who sleep OR hire only wired security guards. Clarification: We would save thousands of dollars in money of hiring of spies or detectives as well as saving money in not losing precious arts or secrets. It seems that the only weak link of the process are fat sleepy security guards. You add it up.

well there it is. bonappetit

going going gone

I am going away

these pictures are for yours, for free this time. the rumors are true i am going to ireland. it will either be: really cool or really uncool. or somewhere in between. the pictures were taken earlier tonight of me trying to do some sort of OK sign or something for fun. i think some of them are cool. if you want you can photoshop them and post them. or print them out for your shrine to me. or for a dart board. maybe i will provide all the templates for these. but anyways i will return two weeks from tommorow (on the 14th). if you want me to send you a postcard, tell here and address and i can probably accomodate you with some lucky charms or something. otherwise my love is sent to all.

hot

i am bored as f*ck so i will continue with my own boring version of the away bloggers' blogs. those involved feel free to reciprocate with continuations in your own blogs.

ok so here back in omaha there are basically 6 people in the "hot peepz" crew.
there's ghettobooty, whose real name is bryan. he's kinda the silent type, and seems to absorb any sort of diss thrown at him. of which there are many. he's into that whole rap metal scene which is a little iffy.

bryant is holding it up as prolly the main blogger in terms of sheer volume put out. he gives back massages to other guys. haha an homage. but 4 real, the dude runs a lot at races and looks for races, so i figure why not he be racer, and all the other bloggers in the crew were all like "dude you totally NAILED that one. you dont even KNOW".

anywayz. amy holds it up from the starbucks hood. although she deleted all her previous posts, so there ain't as much fun stuff to say. oh well. woop woop as my main dawg arsenio hall would say.

megan is like the female blog version of bryant since she posts a lot too. she talks a lot about racers too but racer had already been taken so i think we'll call her bossman because i think thats a cool nickname. i dont really care that it isn't correct gramatically, bosswomen just isnt as cool.

and then there's rob. rob is all up in the long blogs and hes the #1 stunna when it comes to comment posting. so i think we'll call him rob.

thats it for this bizzy.

VH1

it has come to my attention that VH1 is now pumping out a new countdown every friday. that's f*ckin insane. there are probably few who can attest to this, but i remember the days when countdown were sacred, long-time-in-the-process, well thought over things. top 50 teen idols? come on, i could do that in an hour and probably draw all the pictures too. it's cheap my friends.

hm

day two of erik/joel/naimul being gone and i am pretty sad. but whatever i guess they are enjoying themselves. i have many goals for activities during the day including: writing a screenplay, producing a film, imbibing culture, cataloguing old videos. I usually only get the imbibing one, which means i just sit around and watch tv all day. quite the fun. oh well.

zorro!

This picture sums up part of the night last night, but i will get to that later. Plus its flattering of joel
First I want to comment on all of these "I'm not posting" "This is my last post" stuff. I don't condone nor support it, but if you dont want to i cant do anything about it. I will tell you this it will just mean i will have to post more, since the other non-leaving bloggers already post so much. Due to my unwritten website bond to Erik I will probably post until he gets a new website, or I make one of my own. which i have. which sucks.
that helps me to segway into another thing. erik joel naimul all are gone. this is very depressing. this is why debate is not my friend. so while i sit in my room contemplating how bored i am know that i miss you boys. its like a chunk of my body is removed. hopefully the chunk i dont need so i can at least function. no worries people still in omaha i love all of you, you understand i hope.
and finally to the picture. if you arent reading anything above read this its neat. last night joel erik and I the final remaining members of the daisy drop crew set out to finish something that was started a long time ago. i can remember about 3 weeks ago when erik first proposed the idea of inserting flowers in freshwomen's yards. this then progressed to the actual carryingout. then there was a lull. but last night we accomplished part or whole of what we had set out to do. i know we pleased at least 3 maybe more. we delivered ice cream and joel had them sign his shirt. i think our goal had been accomplished, f*ck im happy so i figure it mustve worked somehow. that is all.
i will post again. bwahaa

hmm...

some of you may be wondering why, when you click on the "jeff's blog" link you are somehow transported to erik's blog as noted at the top of the page. well the truth is that this isn't and hasn't been jeff who has written this. i have tied him up and stuffed him in one of the wholes i kicked in the drywall behind my bookcase. so until i change the title back to jeff's blog, he will remain in the drywall. so if you are concerned with his condition in the drywall, please contact me and plead to fix the HTML on my/his page so that he can be removed from the drywall.

where'd the cheese go?

i don know. well since only few of the blog reading/creating community appreciated the revolution or even the willpowertoilet entries, i will give y'all a few things easier to handle. first is traditional blog stylee:

i was driving, left turn lane 84th onto center to return movies. and i was the last one so i took the privelege of waiting till yellow light since traffic was busy. well then after that i switched lanes since i wanted to be in the right lane to turn right into hollywood video parking lot. well as i was turning in i realized someone had been tailing/moochign off of my last left turner privelege. that same person, frustrated by the fact that i didn't make it in time for his already breaking hte law/late self to get in his fast lane or whatever protested by yelling out "YA f*ckIN FAGGOT". as you can understand i was notably depressed after this incident.

this was to be cured by the easier to read part of this entry. everyone visit here it's freakin sweet check it out . it brightened my day as it will yours. the story was this band produced it for a pizza hut commercial but apparently pizza hut was too good for them. well its too good for pizza hut as you will soon find out.

wow

im sure that, unless you are on at the time of posting and thus tired out of your wits, you wont understand nor believe what im about to tell you. but ask me in person or online, but more importantly come and see this feat, and you will understand. my toilet handle in the upstairs bathroom for those who know where that is has been malfunctioning for a while. (by the way this post will easily win best post award because tis true and not you r ordinary run o' mill stuff). well ok i went to go pee and it was dark the whole house quiet. i finisheed and pulled the handle no success. usually i have waited up to 4 minutes holding the handle down trying to get it to flush by brute force and it is annoying. but then what i did was though "FLUSH" and bam it worked. my toilet runs on willpower! most hataz would at this point say "coincidence, no way" but i did it two more times to test it out. its freakin sweet, its like the first guy who realized open sesame would open garages or what not. if only i could get ilt to flush while im not there, that woudl freak people out, eh.

all subjects join in

boys, girls, i have an idea haha i think i am going to start an insurgency revolution within this communikty. i dont know who will choose to join me with the revolution, but the new order of blog will be named the people's freedom party. and party means like a party not a group. maybe we will unionize all the bloggers so we can demand rights, like the right to receive free candy from people who read the blogs, or the right to not be commented against by mean/weird anonymous people, or the right to have lots of carbonation. all of these can be accomplished so long as you join me and achieve what you have dreamed of all along!

"Bloggers were meant to be free, since the day they were on this planet. It's in their roots, they originally roamed on the plains without these chains of oppression; only when blogboys and girls can be freed from their fears can they truly live how they originally did, naked and air-conditioned."-J�f�
plus you gots to give props to my spanish name (ask erik once said "the j is pronounced heeee, you realize that right?")

jeffrey is the coolest why isn't this working

see here's the thing. first I will take my cue from bryant, and give props to http://www.combatrhino.com/robsblog.php because its not listed and desperately needs to be as rob is the coolest man alive. seccondly while reading bryant's blog i agree with his comment about fair weather blogging. thus is why i dont consider me an avid blogger. this is partly due to apathy , im a slacker, plus i like reading the blogs even more, and i know erik gets some sort of secret sexual pleasure out of this. so i will jump fully into the blog zone (discovery zone anyone?) maybe soon if/when i set it up myself. until then i will enjoy reading all ya'lls blogs.
my favorites are bryant megan rob as well, because its very detailed and there is often cross referencing which is freakin mind blowing its like almost better than watching tv.

reality is boring, try unreality!

so yesterday was pretty sweet. what happened was all my friends had other things to do and i got bored of sitting alone, so what I did was I drove my accord down to Ratigan motors, bought this beat up old impala. I took my impala, newly christened Jeannie, over to my es�s down on leavenworth. What ensued was something youd see out of an action flick. first we just started wreaking havoc. eventually the whole part of east O was in flames, it was like a revolution. a new government was instituted i was lucky enough to take a part it, i wass first minister of kicking ASS or something like that. but then it rained and put our fires out, so party was over and we had to run from thecops. i sold my impala for 90 bucks at a pawn shop, and i drove home to finish my night home alone. MANN sucky night, didn't do ANYTHING.

sa da tay

Coming off my emo extravaganza yesterday, everything today was happy and great! The day was early though. I woke up at 650, out the door at 7 to meet all relatives at the downtown embassy suites. I proceeded to waffle in the glorious complimentary breakfast, a concept that I enjoy along with complimentary beverages. I guess its CONTINENTAL breakfast. oh well i dont feel like retyping it. I came home with flowers and shit it was sweet our house smells like a mix of kitty litter and flowers.

I took a 3 hour nap that is so amazingly awesome!

Semmitine in the Seppatown. I saw Pootie Tang today. A mellifluous movie, absolutely stunning performances. Haha in all reality though it is hilarious just because its sheer nonsensicalness.

There are like mmmm 4 relatives who will be staying at our house, which is some craziness for sure. Or i guess 4 sure is easier to type.

Lets see. Today I had a lot of ideas floating around, so i had to write them down. First i think i will restart my bathroom site and start carrying out pad/pencil to review bathrooms again. second was pootie tang to see, check. some sort of sinatra/babe song? Maybe someone can help. the other was oh right. I think i will categorize or historicalize my past history. Like Van Gogh had the blue period and what not. Well I have lived 17 years thats plenty to start remembering it. OH well . Battery is running out and plus not too much to say. Tommorow is busy, will add more. Stop Haha like a telegram.

melancholy rutebega

In my quest for success, I always strive to be happy. And Unique, because I make choices. Whoops thats the guidance rap. Well this is the first test del Blog anyways, hopefully someone will read it maybe even someone other than Erik.
Today was either going to be the bomb or shitty. It turned out to be sort of .75(Bomb). IN a good way that is. See I got SAT 's and i wasn't totally let down. At the same time my expectation of getting new clogs was not fulfilled. But I did have Indian food. But I didn't continue the daisy drop thanks in part to little Rafael. Well the day left me off fulll that is acceptable.
Who wants to make a movie with me? That is the ultimate question. I am open to suggestion although I have a finite vision based on the concept in most cases.
I realize parts of this summer should be great, so if you want to be partly great, stick with me boy you'll learn something.
If this blog gets too Emo turn the blasters on me.