18th Oct2005

Tai Shan, Ruthie Camden, Lost vs X-Files, and Mark Makki

by Will

“But they need to be inspired. And let’s face it, “Superman”…The last time you really inspired anyone–was when you were dead.”

Time for a Random Thought post.

1) How you gonna name a panda “Tai Shan”?!! Tomorrow, they’re gonna announce that its last name is “Jenkins”. I mean, I know that the thing is, phenotypically, half-black, but…

2) I’ve finally had my “old perv” moment. For some people, this came with the arrival of Britney. For others, it was Lindsay or Hillary. Some of us are still pondering the Amanda Bynes quandry, but mine is even worse. I can’t watch “7th Heaven” anymore. Ruthie Camden…I mean, I’ve watched her grow up, but just overnight…wow. And, on that note, am I the only one who realizes Ruthie’s Jewish? I mean, are they ever gonna tackle that issue? Does Rev. Camden have a few skeletons in his closet? She looks NOTHING like the rest of the family, and they’ve been dragging her to church all these years when she really wanted to be in synagogue…

3) “Veronica Mars” has some of the BEST dialogue on television, and I could live the rest of my life only watching “One Tree Hill”. But it is gonna MAJORLY suck for Chad Michael Murray and Sophia Bush when they have to keep filming those relationship scenes.

4) “Lost” is taking the world by storm. It’s like a cult, and I have never known a show to encourage so much audience participation and attention. I feel like I’ve been “Left Behind” or something. I missed that bandwagon just like I missed the first wave of “Harry Potter”. It’s too late for me now. Y’all send me some letters. But I really feel the creators of that show have painted themselves into a corner. The show has built up so much hype, the creators will be incapable of providing a suitable, acceptable conclusion to the tale. They have 2 options: A) they start following the theories of the fans, and farm some ideas there, or B) they try to pull something out of their asses, hoping to appease most of the fanbase. But I see an “X-Files” here. The longer you drag out the mystery, the less people care. Remember how strong “X-Files” started? Remember how it limped across the finish line? Prepare for Round 2 of that.

5) The Special Edition DVDs of the Batman franchise came out today. I, along with most of the world, HATE the Schumacher movies, but I’ve gotta tell ya that I’m a sucker for a commentary track. As much as I hate to admit it, I think I’m gonna have to drop the $50 on the box set. C’mon, it’s worth it for the 2 Burton commentaries alone!

6) Lots of MD drama right now. Mark Makki, this kid I went to middle school with, is the main suspect in the murder of his own mother. Apparently, they kept fighting over his choice of girlfriend, who I also went to school with. Now, there are several questions in my mind: How did Makki EVER get a girl like Aramis? Oh yeah, drugs. How has Makki been with Aramis for 5 years? Oh yeah, drugs. Why would Makki kill his mom over Aramis? Oh yeah, drugs. Sure, she was hot when we were 14, but now she is BUSTED. Crack is a terrible thing, kids. But it’s been hilarious reading the Montgomery County Blog, as people keep posting their opinions on the matter. My fave, “Aramis is a junkie and her father’s a junkie, too.” Turns out her dad even punched out the photographer that took their picture outside of the courthouse. But head over to Washingtonpost.com and seach for “mark makki”. There’s a picture of BUSTED Aramis and dad exiting the courthouse. Did he do it? Who knows, but it’s becoming an Iranian community vs. MoCo PD matter. Farrakhan or Sharpton should be entering the picture any day now.

7) It’s taken me 8 yrs to realize this, but Lippart was right; every episode of “Stargate:SG-1” IS the same.

Anydangways, that’s all for now. Maybe I’ll be more creative tomorrow…

22nd Sep2005

The Lost Adventures: The Lion King Audition

by Will

“I’m me again, baby! I’m back!”

So, where have I been? “We’ve been waiting a whole month for Post #450,” you say. Well, I had it all plannned out. If comics have taught me anything, it’s that round numbers, such as 450, equate a special occasion. Sure, you could say that I should’ve reached #450 over a year ago if I’d been posting everyday like other good bloggers, but I digress. In any regard, an event like this usually involves a new headquarters, a new status quo, a back-up story, and a death. I was really gonna WOW ya, but something was missing. Most of the components were in place, save one. It’s funny how life works sometimes…

Originally, I was going to use this post to debut the reason behind my recent lack of funds. That’s right, you were going to see the new West Lair! I got an apartment. Finally, I can get out of this Negroid Golden Girls lifestyle I’ve had to endure for the past 2 years. At last, I would have a place of my own, where I could hide from the discussions of Ben-Gay and Old Testament God vs. New Testament God. I would have my Fortress of Solitude.

Anyway, I signed the lease back on September 1st, and I was gonna move in Labor Day weekend. My Cousin Joe was gonna help me, mainly ’cause he had a pickup truck. Now, few of you have been to a West family function, but those of you who have (Tarek), have surely met my Cousin Joe. He’s basically like a brother to my mom (first person with the Southern incest jokes gets it!), and he’s one of the few father figures I’ve had in my life.

So, Cousin Joe was all set to help me move, but come Saturday morning, I wasn’t prepared. I hadn’t packed up a thing, and I had no desire to rush crap into a box. So, I called Joe to tell him not to worry about me; we’d do it next weekend. He wasn’t there, so his wife, Rose, said she’d give him the message.

Fast-forward to about 3 hrs later: we get a call from Rose saying that Joe had been rushed to Washington Hospital Center. The Golden Girls jump into action, and we make our way down to the hospital. Turns out, Cousin Joe was washing his truck and had a massive heart attack. We were in that hospital all night, from 5 PM Saturday to 11 AM Sunday morning. The staff tried to brace us for the worst, but nobody wanted to hear it. Cousin Joe passed away Sunday morning. I still haven’t moved.

Since then, time has been wrapped up with funeral arrangements, as well as life’s other little dramas. The family hasn’t been taking it so well, and I can only think, “So, it begins.” You see, Joe was a year younger than my mother. I always felt that when the dying started, it would be like a domino effect. These people have been together all of their lives. They grew up together, moved north from Alabama together, and they don’t know how yo be apart. I fear it’s like when a husband dies, and his wife dies 6 months later. It’s a cohort effect, and Joe fired the opening salvo. Selfish, I know, but all I find I can be lately is selfish. I guess it’s my defense mechanism. I keep thinking how close I was to witnessing the heart attack. Had I not called, he might have had the heart attack WITH me, while moving MY crap. I don’t know if I could’ve handled that. No hyperbole there, I truly don’t think I could have held it together had that scenario transpired.

But here I am. I’m still alive, and I guess I’ve got that’s what I’ve got to work with. A lot of people think I’m a pessimist, but I feel it just comes with living with the old folks. Many of you don’t realize it, but I have to worry about things that most people dont even think about until their 40’s. And now I’m more worried about the gals than I have been before. But there’s my milestone post. There’s my death. This is no publicity stunt. He’s not coming back.

Anydangways, I also wanted to give y’all a nice back-up story, A hidden tale that few people know. You see, about a year and a half ago, I took a little blogging hiatus. Prompted by a bunch of personal drama that simply hit the fan, there are about 3 months of my life that went undocumented. One such event, I’ve hinted at, but never fully revealed. You see, right before I started working for H&M, I had delusions of actually continuing the whole singing thing, and I auditioned for the National tour of “The Lion King”.

In my unemployed days, I used to troll the classifieds in the Arts section of the Post, looking for auditions. Since I was still in my “I’m Will West” mindset, most of the community theatre productions were beneath me. I mean, I was THE Black voice of Cornell A Cappella! Cornell! A Cappella! “Today Show”! Surely, that meant something. I would have to wait, until a role came along befitting my stature. One day, I saw it: The Lion King. I mean, besides “Porgy and Bess” or “A Raisin in the Sun”, it’s probably the most sure thing in theatre if you’re Black. And if they aren’t doing colorblind casting!

Since I was days from starting H&M, I figured it was God’s way of saving me from the sad, dreary life of the proletariat. He would deliver me to the stage, to the spotlight that was destined to be mine. I was sure of it. All I needed was the right song. Immediately, I called up my old drama teacher, and we started to brainstorm. She wanted me to do something from when I was Pippin, but that wasn’t enough. She suggested a song from when I was in Hello, Dolly, but I was having none of it. I felt I needed a Disney song, but nothing actually from the Lion King. After all, it’s kinda dick/facetious to go into an audition with an air of “You know that song you guys sing? Well, I sing it better!” Anybody out there who’s sat through people auditioning for them knows exactly what I’m talking about. Finally, I settled on “A Whole New World”. It had been our graduation song (*gag*), but “Aladdin” is the next best thing to “The Lion King”, at least musically. I’d be showing them that I can sing “the Disney way”, without slaughtering one of their signature numbers.

I practiced for a week. I had it down. But the night before the audition, I decided to showboat a little. I realized my sheet music wasn’t in the right key for me, so in order to use it as accompaniment, I’d need to transpose it. Now, we’re gonna get musically technical, so try to bear with me. I downloaded a program, and moved the song to a range that I could sing, both comfortably and well. But when I was done, the song had about 8 accidentals. You know those little “flat” symbols? Yeah, I had 8 of them. But whatever, it’s Disney. They should be able to follow that, right?

When Last Call did the Today Show, it was really hard warming up vocally that early in the morning, so I decided not to sleep. After all, I could sleep after the audition. I spent all night practicing and warming up. Auditions were taking place at Howard University, so I was scared there was gonna be a LOT of competition. I mean, casting the Lion King at Howard is like finding Bush supporters at the 700 Club. I expected PANDEMONIUM, with a hip-hop soundtrack. I figured there would be lines around 12 city blocks, as we all vied for a chance to have our 15 minutes of fame. So, got down there at about 5:30 AM. Auditions started at 10:00. What did I find? Nothing. A whole lotta nothing. Plus, it was February and FREEZING. Plus, security doesn’t like random Black guys hanging around buildings. Even at a Black school! Go figure…

Around 11:00, the Hippie Chick shows up. You know the type. If you’ve ever been in a show, you’ve met her. She’s the girl who’s all about “The the-ah-tur”. You never know when she’s acting and when she’s living. It all blends together in a fake, blah soup. So, apparently, she’s all nervous, ’cause all she does it dinner theatre and she doesn’t know what to expect. Plus, she’s scared of her chances, seeing how it’s a Black show. Man, that was priceless. She was scared that she might face discrimination. I’m not gonna get preachy, ’cause it’s not what I do, but that schadenfraude was just what I needed at the time. Guess I should’ve known what was coming to me.

Soon, other people start to trickle in. You’ve got typical “stage dad” going, “My boy can sing. Watch my boy sing. Do that thing you do, boy!” You’ve got “classically trained Black chick”, who should be doing arias rather than hakuna matata’s. And you’ve got “sad R&B wannabe brother” who really just wishes he’d been in Soul for Real (whatever happened to those fugly Dalrymple boys?). You know the kind: all he can do is wail, but rather than music, what he emits sounds more like what I’d cry if I got my penis caught in my zipper.

And they’re all looking at me, like “Why’d you bring the White girl?” But I DIDN’T! Hippie chick came on her own. Just ’cause we were the first ones there didn’t mean she’s MY fault. Story of my life…

So, they start lining people up, and you’d have thought there were ribs up for grabs or something. Somehow, I actually get to go first, seeing as how some people had vouched for the fact that I’d been the first person there. So, finally, it was the moment of truth.

I walk into the room, and hand my music to the guy at the piano. I warn him about the accidentals, but he doesn’t seem worried. But here’s where I started to worry. He had just sat down as I walked into the room. They were running late, and he’d never even warmed up at the piano. Now, an expert should be able to play on any piano, but it’s still a good idea to get a feel for your instrument prior to performance. So, he starts banging out my music like a retarded kid trying to smash ants. I mean, he wasn’t even near my scale. But I’m just singing away, in MY key, him in another. I tried to give him some death glares, hoping he’d straighten up, but this only mademe look worse. When he was done, I knew I was done. Then, began the Q&A part of our morning.

“So…’William’, what have you done…musically?”

“Well, not much lately. I did a cappella and glee club in colege, but not much since I graduated. Mainly just karaoke hereand there. I’ve been in touch with my old music teacher, and we were going to work on some things.”

“Yeah…well, it might be a good idea to hook up with your ‘music teacher’. You know, to add a little more…technical ability to your…’natural gifts’.

That last line was the one that did it. It was a harsh, modernized, personalized “Don’t call us, we’ll call you.”

“Well, thank you for the opportunity. *fake smile* It was a really great experience.” And I walked out.

I kinda lingered for awhile, trying to understand what had just happened. I was NOT the best thing since sliced bread. I was NOT as great as I had made myself believe. And I WOULD be reporting to H&M on Monday. But hear me out, it was NOT my fault. Yes, my ego was out of whack, and I was in a bigger pond, but that was NOT my fault. I am my own worst critic, and I RARELY give myself credit. Heck, I never even thought of myself as “Will West”; that’s a caricature that other people had forced on me after concerts and whatnot. But I was ready, as ready as I could ever be, and I sounded GREAT! I wanted it, and I could taste it within my grasp. How it slipped away, I don’t know. Well, I DO know. It was the guy at the piano. But I guess what I will always wonder is “why”. Well, I guess everything happens for a reason, and I don’t have many complaints about the past year. In any regard, I saw the show about 3 weeks ago. It was good. A lot different than the cartoon. But it was nothing to write home about. Just something to blog about, apparently…

Here’s that variant cover. If youve been to James’s site, Jeen’s site, or the site of James’s e-mistress (Oh no he di’nt!), this’ll look familiar. Everybody on the avatar wagon!


18th Aug2005

So, Trekkies Are Pedophiles, Eh?

by Will

“My parents aren’t gonna do anything to you! It’s not like they’re gonna spear you…What? We’re African. That’s all people think of Africa: elephants, spears, and monkeys!”

Lawdy, lawdy, they’s comin’ fo’ us! There’s this report floating around, in which the LAPD make an interesting confession: apparently, there’s a correlation between love of Star Trek and pedophilia. Actually, it’s reported that out of 100 arrests over the past four years for child molestation, all but one of them were “hardcore Trekkies”. Let the profiling begin! “Excuse me sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to put down that phaser, and open up your attic.” Or

“Excuse me sir, do you know how fast you were going back there?”

“No, officer, I don’t. I was just trying to get home. I forgot to TiVo Star….Search. Yeah, love that Ed McMahon!”

“Star Search, eh? Well, while we’re here…does the term “Kobayashi Maru” mean anything to you?”

“Sure It’s the test given to all cadets at Starfleet Academy. The trick of the test is that it cannot be passed. But James Tiberius Kirk was the first person to beat the test because he cheated…SHIT!”

“Well, looky here! We’re gonna have to take you downtown, pervert! You’re gonna live long and prosper behind bars!”

“NOoooo! There…are…four…lights!”

End Scene

Wow, I really got carried away there.

The sad thing is that I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I mean, this hits close to home, but it’s SUCH BULLSHIT. Then again, have you BEEN to a Trek convention? You know that cousin that the rest of the family’s ashamed of? Now, multiply him by about 5,000, and you’ve got a Trek convention. Sure, everyone comes with their own level of commitment, but I was more afraid at a Trek convention than I was in Russia when all of the kids were trying to touch my hair, like the zombies in “Shaun of the Dead” or something…

Some people have tried to explain how it’s all Kirk’s fault because he taught us all to seek risky, instant gratification in his quest to screw any green chick in a miniskirt. Somehow, that translates into making every Kirk-admiring Trekkie a pedophile ’cause, since there are no green chicks (yet), the next worse thing is kids. It’s the whole “exotic becomes erotic” theory (Any Bem fans out there? Man, were they one colossally screwed up family!) But, if you wanna read up on the report, try these links:



14th Aug2005

Her Husband’s Out Of Town…

by Will

“Cradle of fuckin’ CIVILIZAtion!”

I’d been going at it for about 10 minutes. The sweat was running off my chin, dripping down to my chest. My muscles ached under the heat, but I knew I had to keep going. For her sake.

She’d sent her husband out of town, and she had asked me to do the job that he couldn’t do. I’ll admit that I was surprised at first, but once I got started, it just felt natural. It was a little wet in places, which made things…interesting. Out of nowhere, she asked me, “Can you do it without the bag?”

“You don’t want me bagging it?” I queried, caught off-guard.

“No, I don’t want you to use a bag. Would that be OK? Won’t you get it all over yourself?”

Determined, I looked her in the eye, and confidently replied, “Nah, it’s cool. I don’t mind.”

I did as she asked, and I finished the job, sans bag. It took about an hr, but I know she’d never had it like before. Especially, since she’d never had it from me before. But she asked, and I had delivered. She wanted to pay me, but I refused to take money for the job. It was on the house…this time. But I won’t be surprised if she asks me again one day.

And that’s the story of how I mowed my neighbor’s lawn.

10th Aug2005

Stuck: Taking Stock Of Life

by Will

I’m so lost, and I don’t get to show this side of myself often. Most people think of me as the nice, corny guy, but I’ve got the same worries and fears as everyone else. It’s not all shits and giggles for me, but everyone thinks my toys and comics must make me this happy Willy-Wonka-esque character. In all honesty, I’m probably the most neurotic person you’ll meet.

Lately, I’ve been struck by how thin the line is between “pensive” and “lazy”, at least to the observer. My mind runs a mile a minute, wondering and fearing. “Am I making the right choice here?” or “Where will this action take me?” or the ultimate “What was I put on this Earth to do?” But there are SO MANY options! It’s bewildering.

I’ve often said that I wish we lived in the ’50s. Now, that may be an odd statement coming from a Black man, but the Mythical ’50s were such a simpler time. You didn’t go to school to necessarily major in anything. I mean, you’d get your degree, but then you’d get you cookie cutter job that afforded you the 2.5 kids and the house in the suburbs. Sure, there were scientists and the like, but Average Joe had his nondescript job, that he performed every day for about 35 years.

Now, we’ve got SO many choices. Do we choose a field in our major, or our minor? How will our GPA, from 3 years ago, affect this decision? Do we go for the unpredictable private sector, or go for the security of the Federal government? Do we save for a house or a ring? Do I want to start saving for a retirement I’ll probably never see due to my level of stress and freak-outosity, or do I stop hiding from my Federal student loans and actually start paying them back?

I AM thinking and planning, and just because I haven’t settled on anything doesn’t mean that the journey isn’t ongoing. But so many people want to stop me and ask, “What are you doing? What’s your plan?” I’m sorry, but every man in his own time! It’s like there’s a Universal Schedule, and I didn’t get the memo. Once everyone else gets their stuff figured out, then they start worrying about Will. Will wasn’t worrying you when you were distressed. I’m glad you’re going to law school. I’m glad you’re moving to your dream job halfway across the world. Sadly, the timing is not right for me yet. It’s not out of fear. Nor for lack of trying. I am planning, and I’ll let you know when I get there.

So, I’m sorry if I seem flaky or wishy-washy. I’m 23! The same people who like to say, “You’ve got time” are the same ones who forget and ask, “So, what now?” No, I haven’t made up my mind yet because nothing has struck me. I hate to sound all jaded, “looking for inspiration”, but I’m different. I was never the kid who said, “I wanna be a lawyer when i grow up.” Sure, I said that for about a week, but I knew even then that there were many (some might say TOO MANY) options in life. And I’m trying to find my way.

I could go to grad school right now. But I am not passionate enough about any field to make it a worthwhile investment. To go to school right now would just be me postponing the real world, and I realize this. I MISS school. I do. But I also have about $30,000 in loan debt, and I’m not exactly sitting on the goldmine to pay that back anytime soon. Why, oh why, would I go back to school to add to that, possibly in an industry that doesn’t exactly ensure I will be comfortable enough to pay off said debt. Yes, if someone is passionate about something, then they’ll find a way. I can honestly say that i’m not that passionate about it. I’m sorry if that sounds like a cop-out, but I feel it’s me knowing my limits. Yeah, it sucks that I make money so important to the equation, but it is.

I worry more about money with my “real job” than I did at H&M, and I really don’t make much more. I made great money for retail, but average money for “real world”. I’m not struggling, per se. I pay all my bills. But there’s no cushion. I have no comfort zone for a rainy day. Simply living paycheck to paycheck. Now, I realize that MANY people are in this same boat, and I’m nothing special, but I also like to think that they’re worried, too. Sure, they may have found corners to cut and methods for coping, but they’re not just sitting pretty knowing that they may be a couple of sick days away from homelessness. So, with the whole “paycheck from poordom” coupled with the “don’t feel like I’m living up to my potential”, I’ve got a lot on my mind. As I know many of my cohorts are going through the same.

And I HATE the whole “if money weren’t an option, what would be your dream job?” exercise. I’ve never had a “dream job”. My future plans were more personal. I wanted to be a good father and husband. As dumb as that may sound, that’s what was important to me. I really just wanted my cookie-cutter job that allowed me to have that life. I’m sorry if I don’t sound ambitious, but I was never the person who saw happiness as being dependent on a career. I’d like to have a job that I enjoy. Who wouldn’t? But I guess I never really wanted to have a job that consumed my life. Rather, I wanted a life that consumed my job.

So, the next time you see me goofing off, please allow me my fun and understand that it took a lot for me to get there. And if you see me frowning, just know that I really am a good, ambitious person underneath, just trying to sort some stuff out.

08th Aug2005

I Would Also Like A “Wilberforce”…

by Will

“How dare you lie in front of Jesus?!”

I have decided that I would like to have a friend named “Jasper”. That is all.

03rd Aug2005

Battlefield: D.C.

by Will

“Because, in my mind, nothing makes aliens more angry than humans not living up to their full potential.”

Apparently, i’m about to enter the seedy underbelly of covert operations. But, since I’m blogging about it, I guess my actions won’t be so covert after all. You see, my friend, Davis, wants us to infiltrate Scientology. He feels his mission in life is to bring down that scam for what it is. There’s a Scientology center downtown, so put two and two together. Thats right, I give you “Operation: Cruisin’ for a Bruisin'”

I don’t really know what he has in mind. I’ve heard a few ideas that I really shouldn’t post online, you know, Patriot Act and all. Either way, I kinda think he’s serious, and I don’t know if that excites me or scares me. I’m kinda like that chick in high school, who’s into the rebel who makes his own rules, and he scares me but gets me wet.That rebel bastard might slap me around or pull a knife on me, but I just want him to take me to Summit Point and make out with me….Wow…I got WAY off topic there.

Anyway, Davis has done his homework. We drunkenly discussed the pecking order of the Sea Org. PLEASE, if you haven’t heard of this, PLEASE go look up “Sea Organization”. For the Cliff Notes version, the Sea Org is the main operating body of Scientology. The crazy bastards dress up in Naval uniforms and perform all of their rituals on a ship in international waters. It doesn’t take a genius to deduce that, if something has to be done in international waters, it’s a safe bet that it shouldn’t be done at all. It’s common practice for them to throw “traitors” and the like overboard. And to learn any Scientology teachings above Operating Thetan 8 (OT 8), you must be taught only on the ship.

Rumor has it that the ship is docked in Curacao. What, was Hedonism not an option? Some religion y’all got there. How ’bout we swing over to Cabo and say ‘Hi’ to Sammy Hagar. He’s prolly high enough to listen to the psycho shit y’all are peddlin’.

Look, I’m all about religious freedom, and I realize that every religion is trying to force something down our throats that’s a bit hard to swallow. But listen to this stuff! Billions of years ago, an alien warlord sent his enemies to Earth on space planes shaped like 767’s so that he could blow them up inside a volcano. Once blown to kingdom come, the spirits floated around until we came along, and they inhabited us. Shit! Power Rangers had a more convincing storyline!

Now, through the wondrous magic of Scientology, we can be purged of these spirits with contributions of $10,000 and up. P.S. It helps to have a SAG card. After all, we want our interests positively represented in Hollywood. Nothing says crediblity like John Travolta and Isaac Hayes. Yup, Chef is a Scientologisy. I wonder how they feel about his Chocolate Salty Balls…

Speaking of Hollywood, let’s point out another Scientological failing: “Battlefield: Earth”. Yes, this movie, unbeknownst to many, is actually based on the teachings of Scientology. In fact, it is infamous for being known as the biggest cinematic bomb of the past 20 years. It’s one thing to look at it as a bad movie. OK, shit happens. It’s a completely different thing to realize that the worst movie of all time is the basis for a religion. Hey, John Travolta’s no Mel Gibson, but you don’t need Jesus as your homeboy to realize that something is SERIOUSLY wrong with that equation. What is it about actors that they buy into this stuff, but the average Joe doesn’t. I mean, I want ultimate understanding, but I’m not a major shareholder in Planet Hollywood, so I don’t matter…

There’s the theory that, like Skull & Bones, blackmail plays a part. Rumor has it that Travolta’s only in because they’ve got “pictures regarding his past”. So, you’re gay Travolta. You’re in Hollywood; EVERYBODY’S gay! Would it really be that bad to come out? I mean, look at the alternative you’ve chosen for yourself! Why don’t you and Tom just cut the crap and get together, and Kelly and Katie can get on with their lives.

Anyway, from his days on “Semester at Sea”, Davis told me that pirates still roam the high seas (See, baby? Pirates!). While not as impressive as the pirates of lore, they still manage to knock over the occasional cruise ship or two. So, he’d like to give the Sea Org’s coordinates to these pirates, and watch carnage ensue.

I’m not sure it’s gonna work out like he plans. After all, maybe those pirates will be pickin’ up what those Scientologists are puttin’ down. Then, we’d have some bastard Piratologist hybrids running around, looting in the name of purging Thetans. And, then folks, we would be royally fucked. I don’t think it’s wise to mix Pirates and aliens. Why do i say that? Because Hollywood’s never shown this to us. Why haven’t they shown it? Because even they realize that NOTHING can beat the team of pirates and aliens. We are royally fucked. Not even Tom Cruise and Michael Bay explosions can convince us that we’re gonna win that war. We’re not. Just get ready for the probing and the looting. All hail our tentacled, eyepatch wearing overlords. It’s over, Sally…

So, the ultimate plan is to sell out the nutjobs to the pirates. But for the covert part, we think we might go down to a meeting, and see what they’re all about. It’s often said that hatred comes from ignorance. I’d like to be able to say that I hate them, not because of my own ignorance, but because I KNOW they’re crackpots. I’m advocating educated hatred. After all, we’ve got to set an example for the kids…

03rd Aug2005

It’s More Likely I’ll Be Killed In A McDonalds…

by Will

“No, asshole. This ain’t Walmart. This is Home Damn Depot.”

So, how does one know when it’s time for therapy? Well, I think the conversation I had with Brett tonight was a good indicator…

Brett: “I was thinking about getting another job, myself. I thought about waiting tables, but I’d love to do something like work at Borders or Blockbuster. Something easy…”

Me: “Yeah..I thought of Blockbuster, but something about it…I don’t know, but I just have this feeling that I’d get killed there. I don’t know if it’s because of “Clerks” or just my fear of death, but I see myself getting shot in a Blockbuster. Maybe it was in another life, I don’t know. But what I DO know is that my life is worth a bit more than earning $7 to get my ass killed over a copy of “The Banger Sisters”. It just ain’t gonna happen!”

30th Jul2005

But I Like Warm Beverages…

by Will

“Brigham Young University: If you’re not married by graduation, you get your tuition back.”

So, apparently the Church of Latter Day Saints is a meat market. At least according to this entertaining article:

Man, that Book of Mormon must have some SMOOTH pick up lines!

30th Jul2005

It’s Funny ‘Cause Tom Cruise Is Gay!

by Will

“I always knew Tom Cruise would end up with someone from “Dawson’s Creek”. I just always thought it would have been James Van Der Beek.”
-Keith Marder, WB Communications Director, at the 2005 Television Critics Press Tour