tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85982132011-12-13T23:00:40.122-05:00Billy Heaning's WeblogBillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.comBlogger1361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-16934691071078232662007-07-22T13:45:00.002-04:002009-02-07T22:41:30.693-05:00

It's a gorgeous day outside, 76 degrees in the middle of July, with a gentle breeze. The few clouds float like parade balloons across the sky. Tree leaves scuttle in the distance. Pink cherry blossoms and purple flox and tomato plants bend and sway rhythmically to Nature's metronome.Snacking on Mom's rhubarb in the back yard with a good book and the sun shining down on me, it's hard to imagine

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I practically forgot that this blog still existed. You don't know how many combinations of passwords and usernames I had to go through to find the right one... I haven't blogged here in 2 years!Matt Dyer hooked me up with a pretty nifty blog using WordPress a while back, but for some reason I just couldn't use it. But this blog... this is where I started. I can see the progress I've made since my

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It's snowing outside, almost two inches already, and I'm staring at the screen wondering if this blog is dead. I just can't summon the drive to churn out posts like I used to. Right now the only thing I can think about is my up-coming vacation to Tennessee, in January. It's been almost a year and a half since I've been to Dayton, the town I consider home. That's much, much too long. It also

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1124854387325267142005-08-23T23:33:00.000-04:002005-08-23T23:33:07.380-04:00

The end is near, brothers and sisters. First, they shot the remains of Hunter S. Thompson out of a cannon on his Owl Farm in Woody Creek, Colorado, late Saturday evening. Inebriated attendees included Bill Murray and Johnny Depp, among others. The very next day, Robert Moog, the inventor of the Moog synthesizer, died of a brain tumor. The Moog synthesizer pretty much revolutionized the world of

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1123211669546799322005-08-04T23:14:00.000-04:002005-08-04T23:34:03.346-04:00

I have this astonishing ability to write about writing, with a net result of zero. I haven't really finished anything since high school, unless you count a volume of really bad poetry circa '98-2000. I have countless plots, but I've never started any of them. It's torture because I know I want to be a writer, I want to write, I want to be creative and express myself in a productive and artistic

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1121804996499709132005-07-19T16:29:00.000-04:002005-07-19T16:41:01.846-04:00

Nuke Illinois!What's up with the freakin' Postal Service selling out to M&M?!Everyone should forgive Governor Schwarzenegger. He's Conan The Barbarian for Jebus' sake. AND the Terminator. Leave him be. Or he will come back in time to extinguish the human race.I am head-over-heels in love with Katie the Cook. Half of the employees at The Winds say she's single. The other half says she's not. She

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1119645667688879382005-06-24T16:41:00.000-04:002005-06-24T16:41:07.763-04:00

No, guys, I haven't given up on the blog. I know a lot of you are probably wondering where I've been, but I've already given my excuse: two jobs, no time. And when I do have time, I'd rather sit and do nothing than type on the computer. But I've seen how woefully barren the past two months have been, so I've decided to post an entry. It may be a little scattershot, but at least it's something for

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I apologize to everyone, again, for taking such a long time to post. Now that I have a second job, it's getting harder and harder to either find time to post, or actually make myself do it when I have a few minutes to spare. My schedule's so hectic, I find that I'd rather just sit down on the recliner and relax for thirty minutes than pound away on the keyboard, racking my brain for something new

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... BATMAN BEGINS!I cannot WAIT. Oh my GOSH!Check back later for more updates.

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It's taken almost thirty years to tell the tale... the whole tale. Six films to complete the most ambitious film project ever conceived.If you're a girl, or if you haven't seen the latest -- and last -- Star Wars film, you might want to jet now, because I'm about to enter official Geek mode.SPOILERS GALORE AHEAD!Speechless. For once I am left speechless.After seeing this movie, I forgive George

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1116099896228975822005-05-14T15:44:00.000-04:002005-05-14T15:44:56.233-04:00

Joy Electric's Ronnie Martin 

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Ronnie Martin, the man behind Joy Electric (my all-time favorite band), graciously conducted an e-mail interview with me this past week. If you're wondering where I got the name (and inspiration) for this blog, it's the title of a Joy Electric song.For those of you unfamiliar with the band, Ronnie Martin has been making music as Joy Electric for at least 10 years. It can best be described as

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Me and my buddy Eric went to see The Ring Two at the local dollar theater. I barely remember the first one. Neither were that scary... That is, some parts were freaky, but not scary. Ghosts and ghouls and monsters and such don't really scare me... Movies like Silence of the Lambs, Taking Lives, Hannibal, etc... now those movies freak the living crap out of me... Because they're real. Or almost

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I've been smoking about a pack a day for the past five years. There are numerous reasons for this abrupt change of face:1) I want to be Christ-like,2) I don't want to give RJ Reynolds any more of my money (I'm paying them to kill me slowly and painfully),3) I'm tired of hiding it from people who (I think) think smoking is bad, wrong, disgusting, evil, whatever.4) I don't want it to come between

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So I sat down to write a lofty review of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy but ended up typing a 10-page plot synopsis. A synopsis is not a review. So I'll just skip the fancy talk and bite into the grist.The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is the first novel in a series of books by English author Douglas Adams (RIP). They use sci-fi/space opera as a vehicle for satire, and Adams' dry British

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... Yessssssssssss!!! I'VE GOT IT!! I'VE GOT IT!! My driver's license!! Ready? Let's roll onto something new... I passed the driving test with flying colors. Funny thing, though... While in the office before the test, the dude behind the counter in the psuedo-cop outfit said, "I have to ask you a question, sir... Have you been drinking at all today? Because I smell alcohol." I snorted a laugh.

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Well.... I called the Ohio BMV and I'm all cleared in their computers! So I went in to get a temporary driver's permit and take the written test... AND PASSED!!! All that's left now is the driving test, which is scheduled for 8:40 A.M. tomorrow morning. I don't want to get cocky, but I think I'll do fine... And that will be the end of this long, arduous journey. Sure, it'll be the beginning of

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1114617954911310102005-04-27T12:05:00.000-04:002005-04-27T12:05:54.910-04:00

I'm going in for an interview today with (I think) the marketing department of Citigroup... whatever that is. My friend Tanisha recommended me to one of their bosses, recruiters, whatever, and he called me Monday. The interview's at 2:30... Tanisha was really ambiguous when it came to the actual job description itself. I asked her point blank twice what I'd be doing, but I still don't remember

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Where have the comments gone? I know I've been whacking you over the head with dismal, depressing blog entries lately... but all that's going to change. It has already changed. So strike up the kazoo band, pull the string and drop the confetti. Billy's back in the game, baby. I know you guys visit this blog. According to my hit counter, there were almost thirty people who visited since last I

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1114105552640140352005-04-21T13:45:00.000-04:002005-04-21T14:20:35.516-04:00

I'm mailing the $30 reinstatement fee to the Ohio Bureau of Motor Vehicles today. They should receive it by Monday. I'm cleared in the Tennessee computers; now I just have to wait until the offices in Colombus receive my payment and re-adjust me in their computers. And then I'll be able to get my driver's license here in Xenia.Driver's license --> money --> power = women. So simple an equation. ;

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I know the suspect involved. He is an intimate member of our family.Press ReleaseSaturday, April 16, 2005Pursuit Ends with ArrestOn Saturday, April 16, 2005, at approximately 11:12 AM the Lee County Sheriff's Office received a report about an aggravated battery to a law enforcement officer. The incident occurred at Handy Court and Henderson Avenue, Fort Myers, Lee County, Florida. Lee County

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So I'm sitting here staring at a blank monitor, anathema to a writer, yet I cannot find a single thing to write about. In light of other things, a lot of my personal problems seem to take on an selfish aspect. We all know life consists of mountains and valleys. The thing is, those mountaintop fancies look a lot shorter from the valley, where, to our embittered eyes, the horizon extends into

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1112718395960291592005-04-05T12:26:00.000-04:002005-04-05T12:26:35.960-04:00

Melody (the greatest album of all time...) 

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Twelve years ago, I became a Christian.Those of you who are Christian understand the transformational process that usually proceeds salvation. As the spirit becomes more aligned with both the heart and the mind, familiar patterns in life begin to take on a whole new meaning.Case in point: music. On a youth trip to Gatlinburg one year, I found a booth selling Christian rock and roll. Coming from a

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1112379761771981522005-04-01T13:22:00.000-05:002005-04-01T13:26:17.206-05:00

Hey, everyone. Bad news.I got arrested two nights ago for driving without a license. I'll be going to jail for about six months, so I won't be able to update the blog.Maybe I can give someone my password, so they can update it for me.Anyway, I love you all very much, and I'll miss you.

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First, I want to apologize for being away for so long. Not much has been happening around here, so I thought I'd write nothing at all than report on the mindless day-to-day drudgery that is my life. I promised I'd step up the blog posts this month, and I will. Besides, as Matt would say, I just need to write, dammit. How else can I call myself a writer? Truth is, I've had a couple of personal

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1111382834808545262005-03-21T00:27:00.000-05:002005-03-23T23:49:27.560-05:00

Man, above all the creatures of the Earth, has the singular ability of destroying himself.We are all damaged goods.

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Carpacci grabbed the radio phone and screamed into the receiver as a hail of lead bullets tore apart the sky above him. "Black hawk down! Repeat, black hawk down! We are bein' overwhelmed!" That code, singular among the U.S. military, sent a shock wave through the chain of command. Base Center Zero. Being overrun. General Andrew's airmobile division -- essentially a squadron of attack

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I found a box full of old cassette tapes the other day. It was like digging up a long-hidden treasure chest.Most of them were indie Christian rock bands from the early to mid-90's, like The Prayer Chain, Hoi Polloi, The Throes, Deitiphobia, Lost Dogs, Dead Artists Syndrome, Mortal, Poor Old Lu... You've probably never heard of most of them... or all of them. But I can tell you they still stand

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America today. * The average household owns 3 television sets. Which means one in every living room. * All living room furniture, unless you live in a mansion, is angled towards the television set. * Your television (approx. all 3 of them) receives electromagnetic waves, broadcast at the speed of light (186,000 miles per second), which are displayed via cathode ray tubes (or light-emitting

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So you moved to Chicago with Aaron, the tattoo artist (you've known him for years, I guess.) That's it. The end of that story. Three years ago I never would've guessed you'd be there, with him. I wanted you to be an old maid forever, with a thousand cats and a broken, bitter heart. Right now, though, it's me feeling a pain... a pain I cannot describe. God, Time heals all wounds, but I fear this

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1110298623179326712005-03-08T11:17:00.000-05:002005-03-08T14:14:14.773-05:00

For those of you who haven't been reading this blog from its inception five months ago, I'll fill you in: I'm obsessed with outer space.Astronomy, astrophysics, general relativity, cosmology, quantum mechanics... it's all fasincating to me. I have a very limited grasp of mathematics, but I understand the basic theories and proofs of principle behind the majority of these findings.I went back and

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1110290009819490252005-03-08T08:53:00.000-05:002005-03-08T08:53:29.820-05:00

Trying to capture the joy and exuberance of a new relationship is like trying to bottle white-water rapids. Everything is moving, transient, overwhelming in strength and power, and as you struggle to encapsulate it, it washes you away. There's hesitancy when it comes to talking about meeting someone new. The familiar fears of "jinxing" the situation bars a lot of people from shouting from the

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1109648202377425792005-02-28T22:36:00.000-05:002005-03-01T10:17:56.900-05:00

I bought my first CD in a while. I don't get a chance to purchase many luxury items (clothes, CDs, DVDs, gadgets, etc.), so this was a big deal for me.It was my second foray into the mall, this time flanked by my sister and three-year-old neice. I managed to stick to the music store, and I searched the aisles for Jet's "Get Born". They only had an import for $23.99. No freakin' way. So I found

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1109356489450511462005-02-25T13:34:00.000-05:002005-02-25T13:37:23.066-05:00

There's something in Brazil waiting for me.I've been saying that for years and years. I don't know why. I just feel magnetically drawn to Brazil for reasons inexplicable. A subconscious connection, maybe? The echo of a voice I've never heard... Maybe there's something dark and mysterious brooding in the jungles, or an old holy man called El Tiburon awaiting my arrival... Or maybe it's justGisele

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Sigh.... 

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1109355280733683782005-02-25T13:14:00.000-05:002005-02-25T13:14:40.736-05:00

Look at that gorgeous nose. 

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After reading this article, some of the anger and confusion has settled.Here's the link to the official article.By David Abel, Boston Globe Staff February 22, 2005If one of Hunter S. Thompson's last wishes comes true, the body of the late maverick journalist will be cremated this week and his ashes blasted from a cannon across his sprawling ranch in Woody Creek, Colo. [EDIT: Rock n' roll, even

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Hunter S. Thompson Memorium A poem I wrote in remembrance of HST: A moment of profound confusion and a burst of gunpowdered fury Brought down a mind much stronger than this. Who would've known? Who could've known? Did he love us and miss us so much he just couldn't, couldn't live? Or did he despair and remember a different time... another age... Was he the last, the left behind, the loneliest

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Rest in peace. 1938 - 2005. 

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I first read about the news on-line after dropping my father off at the airport. The headline read, "Hunter S. Thompson dead". That was it. I cannot explain the sensation that came over me. Shock, pure, unbridled shock; I re-read it, then re-read it again, to make sure that's what it said. But it really said it. Hunter S. Thompson, dead.It truly is the end of an era.I read the report and was

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The Daily Show, hosted by John Stewart, is one of my favorite TV news programs. I think it's my only favorite TV news station, as I find every other network news source obsessed with death, famine, war, chaos, crime, and general all-around destruction and evil. Nightly news reports are nothing but murders, rapes, riots, suicide bombings, train derailments, kidnappings, beheadings, and the

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I got a chance to go the mall on Sunday. Usually I avoid the mall at all costs, for reasons too numerous to list. The main thing I hate about malls is how they seem to be a cross-sectional representation of the American culture. In high school and the first few years of college, when I still had the tenacity and quick mind of youth, the mall was the perfect place to go to observe and comment upon

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To quote Gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson, "I'm a binge writer." I'm also exceedingly lazy.Those are the only two excuses I'll give for my lack of productivity lately.Actually, I've been off-line, laboring on my space opera universe, tweaking it here and there, doing away with some old things and adding new ones. But I'm sure no one cares about space operas, much less my own, and it's hardly

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1107234209598613912005-02-01T00:03:00.000-05:002005-02-01T00:03:29.600-05:00

I just left a profound spiritual conference. I've made friends with this amazingly intuitive Christian young man named Eric. The guy's one of the least book-smart fellows I know (and usually that means you're outside my bubble, my sphere of reference)... but for some reason, he's got a gift... a talent... an ability to speak to people, to reach out to them on their level, to make the truth of

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Unsigned rock bands that play cover songs choose songs that will increase their chances of getting laid by 60%.

Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676457172080101011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8598213.post-1107066476326062052005-01-30T01:27:00.000-05:002005-01-30T01:27:56.326-05:00

1. How tall were the Smurfs? 2. What planet was Alf from? 3. What was Alf's real name (hint: it's NOT "Alien Life Form")? 4. Who's catch phrase was: "It's a big big big big go-ril-il-il-il-il-il-a!" 5. How many notes did Andy get right while playing the bone-piano in The Goonies? I'm severely bored. Anyone who can answer ALL of these questions WITHOUT looking them up on Google (or any other

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A Macrocosmic All to encompass the whole of creation. An ever-expanding universe, a superluminal sphere; where, at the very edge, roaring and foaming and seething like a fiery surf, we might hear with special ears, and see with special eyes, the divine tonal utterance, the echo of God's voice, the force of universal birth. Impossible to reach that fiery edge. Like Time it marches forward, it

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My first run-in with the Psychonauts occured about nine and a half years ago, at a Mexican-themed bar in Horton City. I'd come there to visit my good friend, Clayton Ham, in response to some wild letters he'd written me a few months earlier. Clayton was a third-year undergrad who'd managed to get a rull ride at Edward Elmer Smith University on a creative writing scholarship. He'd done fairly

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Being cool in today's culture is pretty important. We toss the word around like a beach ball, but it's got the weight of a lead prison-ball attached to it. So what is today's generation's definition of "cool"? Is cool another word for popular? Is cool the voice of the majority? Some would argue fiercely that "true" coolness is the exact opposite. True coolness is the voice of the individual,

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I felt a little uninspired this past week, so I slacked off a bit. Not much to talk about right now. We're still covered in snow, and it's bitterly cold, so I don't feel like getting outside much (although the sun's been shining lately, which makes for my favorite type of wintry day). Actually, I spent a lot of time (pathetically enough) watching (and then re-watching, and then re-watching again

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Here are a couple of pictures of my little brother, Shawn, who just recently one 2nd place in his wrestling tournament! (He's the bone-crusher wearing the white shirt and silver pants.) Congrats, bro! Electronic hi-five. :) :)

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1.25.05 

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1.25.05 

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1.25.05 

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Here's a pic of me that my dad took while we were at Peaches, my favorite watering hole in Yellow Springs, Ohio. The incomplete-looking Ra's Al Ghul moustache is really a full-grown Fu Manchu... My facial hair is copper-colored and doesn't show up very well in the dark (why am I explaining myself?) Anyway, it's shaved off now, so it doesn't matter...

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Right now the primary objective is getting this Nellie thing out of my system once and for all. It's been three years and eight months since I met her in May of 2002. I think I fell in love with her immediately. We dated for fourteen months, and broke up in June of 2003. We continued to see each other for another six months, albeit against her will and not as an "official" couple; during

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This is a difficult post for me because I'm not quite sure where to start. I know, a lot of memoirs begin with that line, but this time it's true... Almost twelve years ago, in 1993, I made a commitment to Jesus Christ to be a born-again Christian; I "got saved" as it were. I was in 8th grade, and at first I was going to church mainly to impress the girl who first invited me there. It was an

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Revival. Boy, do I have a lot to talk about. And confess. Funny how things come full circle...

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And now, some lyrics from one of my favorite Postal Service songs (a duet!): NOTHING BETTER HIM: Will someone please call a surgeon who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart that you're deserting for better company? I can't accept that it's over I will block the door like a goalie tending the net in the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry So just say how to make it right And I swear

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1.7.05 

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Memorable Quotes from Napoleon Dynamite (2004) I loved this movie so much I just had to post some quotes. If you haven't seen the movie, a lot of these lines won't sound funny or make much sense. But for those of you who have seen it, you'll get a kick out of them. I cannot urge you enough: watch this movie. Then come back here and laugh some more. Memorable Quotes from Napoleon Dynamite (

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I'm listening to "And I'm Wearing It to Bed" by The RadioFix, and only an hour ago I was scrolling through photos of downtown Chattanooga, taken by my good friend Matt Dyer on his digital camera. I can feel it. Again. A bolt of electricity surging through the Scenic City. A revivial of All the Good Old Things. Music, art, comradery. Clubs, shows, gallery viewings. It's even more interesting now

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Napolean Dynamite. I rented this movie last night. Ingenious hilarity. Just looking at him made me laugh. His voice alone... gut-busting. I couldn't determine if he was mentally retarded or not. He seemed normal enough. Incredibly awkward, but normal. His obsession with "numchucks" and "secret ninja moves from the government" echoed my own 7th-grade obsession with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

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Well, it's 2 and a half hours after the New Year and I've already kissed a girl. And I've drank a six pack. I'll fill you in tomorrow. Meanwhile, enjoy this song. Seriously. Listen. Dammit.

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Here are some pretty interesting religious threads I've started at Rob Kamphausen's Message Boards. Athiests always seem to end up praying on their death-beds... and "Why is it unfashionable to be a Christian these days?" Only two days and already I've managed to rile up 130+ replies. By the way, if you decide to check the threads out, my screenname there is Nonoxynol9. Yeah, that's right.

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Christmas time and I wonder where you are. I miss you... Without love I am half human Without love I'm all machine Without love There's nothin' doin' I will die Without love Without love I am an island All by myself In a heart-break scene Without love There's no denyin' I am dyin' Without love For there is nowhere I can run And there is no hiding place Stickin' out like a sore thumb By the

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Well, it's the day after Christmas and a fresh half-inch of snow has fallen again. This has been the most snow I've ever seen in my entire life. We're tromping around out here in five degree weather, no kidding. Me and my little brother, Shawn, spent about 8 minutes outside setting off some bottlerockets and firecrackers I had left over from last year's birthday, but it was too cold to really

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I just spent 25 minutes writing a beautiful holiday blog and I lost it all with a single keystroke. Needless to say, Merry Christmas to all.... And to all a goodnight. More to come... (I promise)...

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The following post are the words of my Father. He is given full reign to say whatever he wants. You all listen, for he has the power over life and death, heaven and hell, "and all you bitches out there will give in to his will". As follows: Now all you homos listen up. You will never see this again! ajrherpgnspuerhgpaejrpghaserngp9usaeryg0jsr]tkh]sihg=aerghpaiuehdcvzjsd;lkngfaoieugwu45j[ygj[

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Sorry I haven't posted in a while. We're underneath twelve inches of snow right now, with another foot due tonight. It's definitely going to be a White Christmas. I've got some pictures... I'll post them later. My father's here with his family. They drove from Grand Junction, Iowa, to Xenia, Ohio, in a little under 12 hours. They missed the storm just barely. This will be the very first

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"Batman is a tragic figure... His sadness is Wagnerian in proportion." - Frank Miller

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BATMAN BEGINS Have you seen the previews for this thing yet?! If not, I'd highly suggest you click on the link above and download the trailer right now. It came out with Ocean's Twelve last Friday, and I hear the buzz was fantastic. The first half of the trailer shows Christian Bale undergoing some seriously intense martial arts combat training. Liam Neeson, reprising his role as Qui-Gon Jinn,

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Down the road. 

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View from our porch. 

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The falling of the first snow. 

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Jimmy Buffett. If you were born between the years 1950 and 1990, you know who I'm talking about. All you little post-90 teeny-boppers... skeedaddle on outta here. You won't know who, or what, I'm talking about. As a kid I grew up on Fort Myers Beach, Florida (roughly three hours south-west of Orlando). My mother was married to Al Thomas, the manager of Fish Tale Marina, on the south-end of the

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12.13.2004 

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12.13.2004 

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12.13.2004 

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I can't believe it's almost Saturday. An entire week has managed to sneak by, right beneath my nose. Monday night, after watching Paige, I got a call from this girl named Amy. Remember her? From Carl's riotous graduation party a few weeks back. Anyway, we have a mutual friend in Jamie, a co-worker of mine. Evidently Jamie gave Amy my number, and she decided to use it. We talked for about an

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Ok, I've been a little lazy this week... and for that I apologize. There's a lot going on right now, and much of it's still being processed mentally... I'll add a new post tonight after work. Meanwhile, here's another George Says, courtesy of myself.

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Number 2 in a continuing series. 

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Uhm... that would be a "Hell Yeah". 

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Number 1 of a continuing series... 

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So there's this hostess rolling silverware on the back line, right, and she's new, so I don't know her name yet. But she's hot. Some mindless chit-chat, which leads to me asking her age. "Oh, well, I'm sixteen..." I just about walked away in mid-conversation, but it was the end of a Saturday night shift and I was on the brink of hallucination. "I love your hair," I said on a whim. "It reminds

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I don't think it was chance that we happened to stand at the same height And when we looked eye-to-eye our pupils matched in parallel lines Funny how it seemed that our hands fit just like doorkeys And when we moved it felt like cooccuring shapes in synchonicity You designed a kiss perfectly for me.

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During Christmas time, when me and Maleea were kids, Gram would have us sit down and write out our Christmas wishlists. I usually busted out a Kerouac-esque 150 foot roll of Teletype paper and box of No. 2 pencils. Of course, I knew that Santa couldn't fit everything I wanted into his sleigh, so Gram would make me go back and circle the five things I wanted most. Toys, toys, and more toys.

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I've got an itch for some good old-fashioned rock n' roll, and I'm bored with my CD collection. I found my Rock Anthems compilation from Entertainment Weekly, but there was only Disc 2 -- the bad one. Disc 1 had all the good songs on it, like All Right Now (Free), Sweet Home Alabama (Skynyrd), American Woman (The Guess Who), Ramblin' Man (Allman Brothers), Horse With No Name (America), and Radar

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I guess smoking does pay off, in its own weird way. About three or four months ago I signed up for the Camel Lights mailing list, and RJ Renolds has been bombarding my mailbox with advertisements ever since. I really don't mind. I actually look forward to them. They're really clever little pieces of mail-art. It's hard to explain. You can tell some petty hip advertising execs spent a lot of

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100% suede mocha jacket. Only 800 C-notes and $6.00 S+H from RJ Renolds. AND I'M GETTING IT!! 

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What a grim name, huh? I wonder how many cups of coffee the managers at Best Buy have drunk so far. I thought about calling up a few friends of mine in retail to laugh at them. Could you imagine being the poor schmuck who unlocks the doors at Target first thing in the morning? HEADLINE NEWS: Sales associates all across America were trampled to death today by hordes of screaming women as they

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Here's an entry from the blog I share with Matt Dyer (writedamnitwrite), hosted on his server; this is what he wrote: Holy crap what a story I heard Filed under: General — matt @ 8:40 pm I talked to Jeff yesterday and he told me the story of the week from the high school. There was apparently a kid handing out hundred dollar bills to people who would do stupid stuff for him. He had people

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"This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." - Psalms 118:24. What another glorious day. The whole family met at my grandparents' for a sumptuous feast. There was about 15 of us there, although were were lacking a dozen or so more. We snacked on fresh veggies, Mediterranean cheese, and cocktail shrimp until 2 o'clock. For dinner, there was turkey, ham, stuffing,

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Wow, what a crazy weekend. After two and a half months of out-and-out, undiluted boredom, I finally got out of the house and had some fun. Carl's graduation party was on Saturday. The man pulled all the stops: he rented a bar, hired a DJ, organized a few games. I paid $25 for a little bracelet that let me drink for free all night long. The bar was a Sunday afternoon buffet, three-people thick,

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