I'm Winning so FUCK YOU HAMLET

A recent peruse of the ol' blogoshpere (what we "bloggers" call the local blogging community) revealed very few posts. In fact the only people that seem to remember this is still happening is Vanessa, Miles and I. Together we, an unlikely trio made only stronger by the burden of being cool have managed to type shitty stories for almost a month. Booyah. Lesser men, namely anyone who isn't man enough to blog frequently, would have quit by now. Which they did. That is why they are lesser men. 'nuff said. I shall now go on to publicly list these inferior humans so that the public might ridicule them incessantly. Jamie. Lewis. Max. That's actually kind of it. We're not the biggest of gangs. But yeah since I'm one of the few still doing this shit I figured I should get a reward. I was considering various forms of lewd sexual acts and the losers close family members but in the end decided against it. So for winning I'm going to make myself some brownies and ice cream. All the other winners should feel free to do so but be sure not to share any with the lesser ones. Nor should they be spoken to.

Winrar out

Studying Is Not As Fun As Kids In Text Books Make It Out To Be

First things first I think the title of this post would make a great band name. They would play a mix of acid jazz and rap. Shit'd be pretty damn cash. But I digress that is not why I'm here. The true reason is because I've been studying all morning, with the exception of my previous post, and have grown tired of pretending to give a shit. As a result I am going to explain, in great depth, how I just made my delicious Bacon/Egg Sandwich.

First I went to the fridge to see what there was to eat. Upon inspection I found that egg, bacon and bagels were all in rather plentiful supply. I grabbed all that shit and set to cooking. First I put a good six or seven slices of bacon in a pan. In another pan was three eggs. I cooked both to a delicious done-ness and then sprinkled some random herbs and shit on them to make that crap classy. Then I let the bacon fry to a delicious finale whilst I placed cheese on top of all the eggs and allowed it to melt over them. By this point I had three bagels out and lightly toasted so I put the eggs with cheese and bacon on them. Then I came over here and prepared to eat them. About two bites into my first one I realized two things. One: I had left the burner on and the fridge open. I didn't see this as too big a problem because the two should just cancel each other out. It's science. The second thing was that I wasn't actually hungry so I stopped eating and fed two and a half bacon egg cheese bagel's too my dumb dog. She is now lying on the couch groaning in pleasure and sleeping off what must be like two million dog calories.

Well that story sucked. I guess the only other thing to say is that we're almost done with school. The other fact of this is that my birthday is over break. The other fact is I want to hang out with friends and toats chill on a designated day used to signify my triumph like eighteen medical problems with my birth. Up yours god medicine will kick your ass any day. Bitch.

The point of this was I kind of came to a decision. I will probably be holding a chill sesh on June 25th (the saturday after we get out of school). This will be to celebrate my triumph over science and medicine in what people called "the second birth of Jesus". I may or may not have started the rumor but hey, who you gonna believe? There is going to be no set thingy just basically a wear shitty clothes cuz theres a pool and ima pushabitch init. Also prior to the party I'm gonna load up my walking wallet of a mother and go to every $2 shop in melbourne (or the equivalent thereof) and buy foam swords, inflatable pool toys and tonnes of bouncy balls. were gonna have ourselves a massive calvin-ball game.

Since there's actually only like three people who read this thing that will be in the right country this is really a shout out to them. Also Vanessa because FUCK YOU for not inviting me to your party. Lewis. Your coming. Max. Your coming. Jamie. Your coming. Sven (follower). Your coming.

 AAAAAAAAAMEN

In which I discuss the aspects of my magic wishing tree

Okay I guess y'all are hankerin to hear about my exam update. I have had two of six (Business Management and English) and both all right. Now is the time that, in my head, cheers begin to erupt from the previously stony silent audience. What was once a still but slightly shifting crowd throws up its hands and order collapses as chants are hurled at me from all corners of the stadium. Children are thrown into the air and caught again as beaming people turn and hug one another as a Mexican wave flies all around the stadium. Banners are hurled down from the higher podiums and seven jets scream above, flying in formation and leaving a trail of glittered exhaust behind them. Over the twelve foot speakers music begins to play from all corners of the world. The only thing they have in common is that they are all victory songs. From the side entrances beneath the seats tribes of Maui warriors leap then form into a war dance that sparks even greater applause.

Now don't be too impressed because this happens in my mind after pretty much everything, from eating some ice cream to not falling down the stairs. It's an ego thing, I didn't ask for it but it is nice. Anyway onto the only other thing that has happened which is of any interest. Jammels' play.

All right so last night I went to see my cousins play and to be  honest I was really impressed. The whole choreography, music and singing was all pretty top grade. Also no one forgot their lines which, while good for the play, was a bit of a disappointment. It's always good for a giggle. But over all the whole thing was worth watching. If it were still on I'd implore any body reading to go watch it but I'm pretty sure the entire cast is still wasted following the after party and isn't really in the right set of mind to perform a rather intense drama. As for individual cast. I only recognized three, Jamie, George (whose name I had to look up but I knew I recognized him) and Erica (Who I'll admit had to be pointed out to me. I'm thick like that don't nobody take offence). All three did notably well in the roles of creepy christian asshole (I hope thats what you were going for since that's the vibe I got) somewhat dopey guard (god I hope this was the vibe not the actor) and factory girl (I won't put any adjectives here lest Jamie decides to punch me in the face. Which has not happened yet but I'm sure I have deserved.)

But yeah If Jamie ever gets over his weed and alcohol induced haze I'd like to tell you that you did a really good job and good luck in the next one. It best be as bitchin as the two I've seen have been.

David OUT

Exams

This next two weeks are probably not going to be "littered" with posts in the most accurate sense of the word. Rather one would more likely use the word "barren" or "desolate'. This is due to mid year exams (shut up America) and it has been implied that 'studying' is recommended. Whatever. Anyway the positive aspect of this all is that, while you wont be able to read any of my witty posts, you wont have to suffer through any of LeSac/Max's. HA I keed I keed.

On another note this whole text based format is a massive pain in the ass and I'm looking into switching to an audio format. For one thing I much prefer talking to writing, which feels far too much like work, and I think it would provide better material. Hopefully I'll be able to do a podcastesque deal on a weekly basis or so.

Allright back to learning.

Toodles

David Naylor

Okay so a recent Google Image search has once again not shown up my picture. This is unacceptable. My first plan was to put my name on a picture but then I realise that the hairy-old men that follow me around will just have greater ease in their hunt. And I'm trying to make their rape a bit more exciting than the standard facebook, find, gas, bag & enjoy kind of set up they have. Anyway I settled on a bit of a warning that I'll send out to those bastards. Of course if they just check were the picture comes from it reveals my blog, containing my name, picture and location. Ah well, watcha gonna do? Other than not post your personal information on the internet. Cuz its just too fun to stop.

The file name is "David Naylor" so if everything goes to plan this is what should show up if you google image search my name. :D

:update: it doesn't show up which is a real bitch. In fact my picture from the blog shows up (on like page 7) but this doesn't. I suppose there's a chance that there's a timer before Google Images upload there shit but for now its a failure... awwww maaaaan

Rule 34 Idea/Brainstorm

Stupid Max says that blogs about music 'aren't real blogs'... What an ass-hat. Ah well I kinda don't have anything else left to talk about so I might fall back on story and writing topics. Now my cousin (Jammels) actually "writes" and this is a dedication I do not share and frankly find a little absurd. I mean come on. The point of great  ideas is to have them, vow to do them, then get bored and pretend they never existed. I excel at this but Jamie seems to have really cocked up the second two and keeps on churning out "decent novels"and "well written stories". I mean come on. If he's not going to play the game properly then he shouldn't play at all.

Anyway since I excel at all THREE and figured I might whack another part of the rule on here. This will involve me putting up ideas here so you can bask in its glory and fawn over it's magnificence. I've had a couple over the years and a few that I even started writing. These ones got the point of a lot of detail and frankly would be a pain in the ass to post all of it. Suffice to say they were pretty hot stuff and they may or may not have been able to cure cancer. Also they could. But that's for another day. This one is kind of sci-fi so don't hate me from the beginning, although it should be noted I don't actually "like" science-fiction much, if at all really, with the exception of Doctor Who (which is hot shit) and the occasional book that wasn't written by a forty year old living in his parents basement, writing around his throbbing erection at every mention of the word "laser" and "photon setting".

 Anyway onto plot and shit.

Largely set in an alternate universe. Same basic weapons and technology with the exception of much larger focus on space travel and whatnot. Now I don't know much about evolution but if I know anything its that this is exactly how it works. Spontaneous evolution in the form of various "powers" and mutations.

Now these powers aren't those that are normally used. There is very little that could be called "helpful"in battle, learning or most anything else. They take the form of being able to store mild electrical currents, the ability to control one's own body heat within about 10 degrees Celsius (too much or little and you start losing brain cells) and so on and so forth. These mutations are held from birth, and can not (at this stage) be replicated or given to other people.

The general public has no idea that these mutations exist. They go about there daily lives without the knowledge that around them, bull-shit evolution is taking place. However, the government is very much aware. As of the moment I haven't decided yet but I am leaning towards a unified earth government (complete with common language and writing style). Anyway, the government has enacted "Rule 34" which allows them to hold any person with what are deemed odd physical, mental, spiritual or any other form of traits for an amount of time required. This rule was passed under the pretence of locking down on alien's who live amongst humans. It was passed with very little complaint and is now used by the government to secure any children, or adults, who show these mutations.

The whole world and power has a lot more information that can go into it but I'll spend some time on characters now and if I ever feel like it I'll do a follow up blog.

The novel would follow a group of people who banded together after the destruction of earth (oh yeah that happens. Did I not mention that? sorry). These people would largely come from the Institution for Advanced Human Development. IE mutants. As far as specific characters the main is an as of yet unnamed male who possesses the power of mild regeneration. This is not the kind of regenaration that allows oneself to jump off buildings or ram pike's up their ass. In fact it wouldn't help noticeably with a paper cut. It only displays itself in an almost double rate of healing from physical wounds.

This character (who we can call John to make this easier) enters the Institution late, around early 20's. This is because most pickups are from doctor's who notice something peculiar and report it in a medical journal or something that gets picked up by the government agents in place to watch for this. John, since he has rapid healing, rarely had to see a doctor. When he did there was nothing noticeable and he was bandaged up and, when it came up he was healed. Technically he had healed a good few days prior to the bandage coming off but the doctor's simply acknowledged the healthy limb and didn't bother checking up on him.

Another important character is kid with the ability to camouflage himself. The action takes approximately fifteen minutes to complete and does nothing spectacular. The child is still clearly seen, only he seems to be covered in paint of whatever colour he is standing in front of. This child (Ben) has been here since around birth. His parents realized there was something odd and brought him to the doctor. The doctor was thrilled with the discovery and promptly wrote a paper that was caught by agents of the government and Ben was taken. Ben has lived at the institution all his life and serves as a guide to John during his stay.

Anyway that's it for now I have other loose ideas (chick with scales etc.) but nothing solid. Truth be told I only had this idea today on my walk to school and then gave it a bit of mass on the walk back.

Anyway TOODLES!

Musical Masterpiece

Last night I had the unfathomable pleasure of seeing a performance by a rather large group of untrained orphans. Now they did a rather good job of disguising the poor childrens various disorders and sheep like qualities but, in truth, I am rather smart and saw straight through their cunning plan. The night started at 6:45 when I found out that apparently my brother was in a concert playing the cello and I was to be dragged along to see it. The next 15 minutes I'm not proud of as I begged and wailed, gnashing my teeth together and tearing paintings and pictures from the wall. Eventually my mother resorted to her usual threat and punishment which was no food for a month and a few quick lashings with the old whip. 

I realised the error of my ways after looking down the barrel of two weeks without food or water and one of them to be spent in the box. I quickly went to my room and bandaged myself up smartish before tossing on various clothes that suited the occasion, IE: Tophat, monocle, coat (complete with tails), britches,  smart black shoes with shining buckles and a brand new timepiece I'd picked up in the West Indies. My Aunt and Uncle arrived shortly after, which allowed us a short respite from the verbal battering we were all receiving at the hands of our mother, and the seven of us piled into the five of us piled into the four seater car and proceeded off to a night of musical entertainment.

Finding a car park was rather easy once my mother set her sights on one a good four or five blocks from the theatre in which our performance would take place. We all picked up our coat-tails,cocked our respective top hats at a jaunty angle and set off on our hike to the end destination. Upon our arrival I checked my timepiece and found, to my intense dislike, that we were on time. Looks like I was going to get the whole performance.

We pushed our way through the invisible throng of people to the entrance to the seating area. There stood an elderly man who glanced at the tickets and handed us a single sheet of paper, on which the proceedings were laid out. It was worth its weight in gold. We fell upon it, snapping at one another and invoking the wraths of various ancient gods in an attempt to see how long it was that we would have to stay here. Eventually it was taken up by a certain noble gentleman, myself, and the proceedings were read. There were to be four songs performed by the string orchestra, followed by four songs performed by the choir. Then another four songs by the junior orchestra and then another three by another string orchestra, we were assured they were made up of different musicians as the first group. 

A few of us burst into tears at the formidable line up but we had to remain strong. There were seats to be found. Through watering eyes I surveyed the seats and spied a comfortable spot at the far back, it avoided the light and looked like a nice spot for a snooze in between, and during, songs. Apparently this was not acceptable and my mother shuffled us towards a set of seats in the middle of the masses and swathed in bright artificial light. Once seated I took the remaining five minutes to survey the audience. Most were rather ill dressed peasants, not a top hat in sight, and a few looked rather pale as they read over the pamphlet describing the night's events. There were a few excitable looking parents, probably first timers, who hadn't realized what they had signed up for when the wife first squeezed a screaming carbon mass from her womb. These parents had brought video cameras and grand parents along. The video cameras lit up their faces as they looked eagerly into the wings and waved excitably whenever a child, they didn't seem to care whose it was, poked its greasy head out of the curtains. The grand parents merely slumped into their seats and proceeded to slowly die. I rather thought I could associate with them quite nicely.

Unfortunately, before I could reach for the cyanide pill I have always kept with me since I a particularly horrid fourth grade concert, a tired looking teacher dragged himself onto the stage. His hair was slightly ruffled and his tie was undone, revealing his buttons, which had been done up in the wrong order. He proceeded to thank various parents and institutions in a monotone voice that lulled me into an ever deeper slumber. Eventually he wandered off the stage and, as my mind descended into pleasant darkness a sharp squealing sound could be heard.

I jerked up right, assuming the worst, and glanced left and right, attempting to spy the poor bird which had been trapped inside the stifling room. There was no multicoloured pigeons, but I did spy an awfully daunting set of children already in place and playing some horrible song. Strings were hit with something that they thought resembled a beat, and violins were scraped with shocking ferocity. this continued for far too long and I took to naming the children by a combination of racial slurs and mocking physical features. For the most part these are far too inappropriate to be printed on this page but rest assured they did the job and I was able to pass the time until the final chord was wailed out and the conductor collapsed onto the stage in tears. He was carried off by a crew of old women who rather resembled gremlins and order was restored to the masses of snotty children as they dragged their instruments off stage. After the crew of children had finally left the stage they were replaced by yet another group of children who proceeded to belt out rather horrible songs in a combination of breaking voices and monotone wailing. It was all pretty standard until the third song rolled around. At this point the conductor gave a rather conspiratorial wink to the children and they all started making hand motions.

My mouth agape I gazed out on the swaying mass of flailing limbs and belted harmony's. I shut my jaw but had to hold it still in order to stop myself from laughing. In order to restrain myself I took to looking through the crowd and spot the most dysfunctional child. It was a three-way draw. On the right hand side, of the front row, was a child who tended to gaze around at the awnings and ceiling, rather than sing, and opened his mouth in terrific yawns whenever he spotted an interesting looking roof tile. Three rows behind him was another kid who would fling his arms out at every chance and exaggerated every motion to the point of pummelling the two children who stood on either side of him. One of them, a skinny little kid with long black hair was constantly hit and moved steadily towards the edge of the benches where, it was my constant hope, he almost fell off into the drum set just below him.

 I wiled away about half of a song dreaming of the loud crash and shriek that would accompany the boy's descent into the set of tom-toms and cymbals. But alas it did not happen and I spent the last song watching my third member of the tie.This member was a short-rotund little girl with thick glasses and cropped hair. She gazed around the room with a toothy grin and consistently clapped off beat. The only thing this choir seemed to be able to do was clap on beat so you would hear a loud clap after every line of yankee doodle or whatever they were singing, followed by a singular slap, as the girl wacked her meaty fists together and grinned stubbornly at the conductor. 

The rest of the performance passes with little incident, only a stoned drummer and repeat affair of the horrid string group was heard, and I rather think my eardrums burst at some point, which provided me with a delightful respite. On the ride home, now complete with another member to join the clown car, I happily listened to the buzzing my ears was picking up and humming along to one of the songs that, against my will, had cemented itself in my mind. Once home I hung up my coat, put anticeptic on my whip wounds and collapsed into a dreamless sleep.

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Longest post yet?

Longest post yet. 

Aaaaawww shit

1453 words :D

Real Music

Once again I've found myself with rather little to discuss so, once again, I'll turn to music to provide the talent of this blog. I'm dedicating this post to some of my favourite songs/bands so if you'd like to take a look at what real music looks like then have a read.

Band - Silversun Pickups [Shoegazer Indie]

Song - Substitution 

Song - Little Lovers so Polite

Band - Alkaline Trio [Punk Rock]

Song - Mercy Me

Song - This Addiction

Band - Five Iron Frenzy [Christian Ska-Rock] (Don't judge them/me there good so try it first)

Song - Kamikaze

Song - Dandelions

Band - Bright Eyes [Indie Rock]

Song - First Day of My Life

(also At the Bottom of Everything is amazing but it's already been posted below)

All right that should keep you sated for a little while. I'd love to see some comments in the comment spotty place. Say what you think of the songs then post some of your own stuff. (Also I should mention these arent necessarily my favourite bands just the first ones I came across and felt like posting)

David...Awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

Me and My Bitch

Hey faggots,

My name is David, and I hate every single one of you. All of you are fat, retarded, no-lifes who spend every second of their day looking at stupid ass blogs. You are everything bad in the world. Honestly, have any of you ever gotten any pussy, or even dick if your a chick? I mean, I guess it's fun making fun of people because of your own insecurities, but you all take to a whole new level. This is even worse than jerking off to pictures on facebook.

Don't be a stranger. Just hit me with your best shot. I'm pretty much perfect. I was captain of the football team, and starter on my basketball team. What sports do you play, other than "jack off to naked drawn Japanese people"? I also get straight A's, and have a banging hot girlfriend (She just blew me; Shit was SO cash). You are all faggots who should just kill yourselves. Thanks for listening.

Title Related: It's about me and my bitch.

Titles are Difficult

For this post so it's more of a general howdy post. I'm a cowboy. Woop woop. I think I speak for this entire side of the planet when I say exams are coming up and I'm thrilled to be evaluated on what I've learned throughout the year. Mine start next thursday, as I just learned, and continue to the next thursday. I think. Also all of mine are at the end of the day so I don't get to go home early. Therefore I despise everybody who does. DON'T FUCKING CROSS ME I WILL RAPE ALL YOUR SHIT. I also found that I hate using exclamation marks. I just use caps lock (cruise control for cool).

As for last night I had two conversations involving couples fighting. One was with Jamie and I caps lock raped him and the other was an outside source with whom I yelled at for taking kids and spending all the money on rape whistles. Then we revealed we were dinosaurs and she was sleeping with Phil the milkman. It was fun... I think I have a problem, or atleast a couple of subconscious issues that keep cropping up.

I feel that I write these blogs really not good. I need to do more fun shit. Namely get bitches and play more calvinball. Thaaaaaaat outta cover it. Then I could write a blog about it. Yeah... Let's pretend I did that. My next blog is gonna be about that. When I can be fucked writing.

Also I'm getting my circulation back now so I can actually type with some semblance of speed. WOOP WOOP PURPLE HANDS WOOHOO I AM A LEGEEEEEEND.

Let's Play Catchup

Okay this post is now in session. Firstly I haven't posted in a while. Truth be told my weekend postings will probably be less common than my weekday postings because I don't have health class on the weekend. I really do wish I had done some weekend posts but I just couldn't get my shit together to actually do it. Friday we chilled and played kalvinball for the first time (it was pretty boss, although we'll need more people next time) and saturday I filled my weekly nerd quota by going to a magic: the gathering prerelease tournament. Awesome. Oh also I've started watching Scrubs. That show is pretty fucking cash so take a looksies if you have nothing better to be doing (and look up community, the paintball episodes there doing for the finale thang are always good). Oh and ALSO Doctor Who season has started, just watched the third episode. By GOD I'm nerdy. And lovin it. woop woop.

So that was my weekend and now its.... Monday, there we go. So I went to school which is definately all the rage. I've met some cool people but some of the types that hang out around these functions are, frankly, creepy. I mean theres this whole group of middle aged adults who parade around telling us what to do and actually expecting us to obey them. I mean I'm all like 'fuck that I payed my membership to this club, I'm doing whatever I want to do while I'm here'. Still I guess it's worth going if only so I can bitch about it to the internet that night.

Okay next topic of conversation. Blogs. I found I couldn't post in mine today (as did LeSAC) and I only recently found a solution. If your having the spinning circle problem then go into >settings >basic and under global change it to the old post box thing. Works like a charm. So thats that.

Allrighty home stretch bitches. Google. So I wanted to find my site today and realised I could get to it if I google 'reinforcenegativeaspects'. No spaces. Now no ones going to accidently find me but I still like that its there. For the rapists to find me with great comfort. So that was kind of cool but here's the kicker. (Credit to LeSAC for using google images) Try google imaging your blog name with no spaces. Yeah. Thats right. Your on the internet. AAAAAAAWWWWW SHIT! Also I found if you type in 'Reptiles are stupid' you get my pic :D. Oh and also horse hitler. Which makes me laugh everytime. First theres a pic of hitler looking serious on a horse. Then theres mine down the page. Shit is SO cash.

Anyway I'll try to post more over the week.

BAI

3 Blogs in One Day?

Oh fuck. Shit just got real.

However, it is merely to upload this picture of Vanessa I was sent about 2 years ago. Now that it is saved to my computer, I will be too lazy to ever unfav it, and people going through my faves will prolly be all... "Dave, who is that? Why?"

Though granted, if it's MY faves they're going through, there will be other pictures to worry about..

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Teach that bitch to fuck with me. *mumble grumble*

http://watchmewritestuff.blogspot.com/2011/05/3-blogs-in-one-day.html

The Ballad of adewew Part Seven

Rain lashed down around vbnhjk, cutting through the blankets that covered him like knives through paper. Before long he was soaked to the bone and started to shiver violently, his bald head slick with rain. Throwing aside the blankets he stumbled to the back of the boat then threw his arms open to the elements. Wind howled around him and in the far distance lightning flashed in the dark sky. The water pummelled him, cleaning the blood and grime  from his body until he could take it no longer. Slipping in the pool of blood, sand and water that had collected at his feet he made his way back to the front. It was a downhill walk, the heavy crates weighing the front down and, from the way the rear was raised into the air, was probably unstable.

The rust of the ships deck helped his feet to gain traction against the slick that covered the boat and njbhgu was able to make it back to the boat in one piece, not matter how bedraggled and full of internal bleeding it was. jnuhb finished his journey back by slumping against a crate and pulling a wet blanket over his head in an attempt to keep some of the rain off. It did very little but muted some of the constant tattoo the torrential downpour was drumming against the boat. In the muted cavern he had created jmnuh got a chance to think. What now? No civilisation had been visible in the time he could consciously remember. There was no way he could possibly set out into the desert and, since the boat carried supplies, it seemed best to continue downstream. Supplies. Why were there supplies, yet no people? Where was the crew and captain? There were plenty of blankets in this crate alone. Food had been plentiful, if the people aboard the ship were going to leave the boat and set off they would have at least stocked up on food.

juhi pushed his head out of the sodden blanket. He couldn't see past the tip of the boat but that was all he needed. It was a relatively small boat. The maximum crew required would be two, three people. Why so much food? A long trip? But the blankets. There was no need for an entire chest of blankets for only three people. No need. The matter could wait until tommorow, when he would continue his river journey and take stock of what he had. The constant rain and throbbing of his head eventually lulled him into a near comotose state and he drifted off into darkness.

What happens next is up to you...

Part one:http://at-of-a-wm.blogspot.com/2011/05/ballad-of-adewew.html
Part two:http://reinforcenegativeaspects.blogspot.com/2011/05/ballad-of-adewew-part-two.html
Part three:http://cashthisshit.blogspot.com/2011/05/ballad-of-adewew-part-three.html
Part four:http://reinforcenegativeaspects.blogspot.com/2011/05/very-little-point.html
Part five:http://at-of-a-wm.blogspot.com/2011/05/ballad-of-adewew-part-five.html
Part six:http://cashthisshit.blogspot.com/2011/05/tale-of-adewew-part-six.html

Short/late post today. Sorry I've had it open but haven't been able to bring myself to type it. I have what I consider a pretty good idea so before someone responds could we chitchat tomororow? Cheers.

David

Fully Ramblomatic

I for one am a preeeeetty big fan of zero punctuation because Ben Croshaw is a pretty cool guy and doesn't afraid of anything. Well I was searching wikipedia because thats the sort of thing I enjoy doing on a thursday night while real men are out on the town doing drugs, playing sports and getting bitches. I came across his wikipedia page after following the Batman: Arkham Asylum review. Turns out he has a blog. It's actually pretty good. Here ya go. http://fullyramblomatic-yahtzee.blogspot.com/. So yeah take a look if you enjoy his reviews as it's something else to read. Your welcome in advance.

Toodles

Bright Eyes is a Great Band

So I'm currently writing another Adewew but its sitting there with a paragraph and I havent gotten to finishing it. So I was going through my iTunes library and found a band I'd kind of forgotten about. It's an indie rock band called "Bright Eyes" and they deserve so much more recognition than they have. Their song "First Day of My Life" originally drew me too them and I highly reccomend atleast youtubing it. It's a really nice video. It has a message and good music. More than I can say for alot of music I hear day to day. But the reason I'm writing this post is for the song "At the Bottom of Everything". I'd heard it before but, scrolling through youtube music videos, I came across the music video. It is fantastic. I mean I actually sat in my seat, grinning like a lunatic through the second part. It's beautifully played and spoken. The acting is marvellous and I just cant get over it. I don't want to push it on people but I really think it should be heard by people. I'm not saying its to everyone's tastes. I'm sure some of you might dislike it. But I for one feel really happy right now for, frankly, no real reason. So I felt that, that if there was a chance any of you would feel the same, I'd post the video embed. Oh and also this counts as a blog for today. WOOT three days in a row. Rock on! Here ya go. Hope you like it.







Bright Eyes "At the Bottom of Everything"

The Ballad of adewew Part Four

Blood throbbing in his head njmhu struggled to raise his head above his arms. As soon as his head raised above the sand bright beads of pain shot down his spine and darting through his limbs before rebounding and jarring his head back into the wet sand. Wet sand caked his body in a thin, gritty layer and, running his hand along his side, seemed to have sunk into each of the serrated gashes that covered his abdomen. The flesh was tender to his touch and he shied away from his own probing fingers.

It was several minutes before bnjkh felt well enough to move again. He raised his head once more out of the sand and paused, resting it on his elbow. Wet sand fell away from his cheek in clumps while a fine trickle ran from inside his ear. After a short respite mnjb pushed himself up into a sitting position. The movement must have reopened some of his wounds and they bled freely. Reaching down he touched one of the wounds and examined the scab that had been torn away by his movement. No wonder there had been so little blood. How long had he been here? The thought was pushed from his mind by the various blasts of pain leaping from his chest. Several minutes sitting completely still, his face screwed up in a mask of agony was all vhbujk could afford. He didn't know where he was or how long he had been there. It was time to move. The final push to his feet was the worst yet. Nausea flooded his brain and his eyes swam as lights danced over his vision.

Leaning forward nhb retched into the reeds, his hands on his knees as his back shuddered with each heave of bile. Eventually this too stopped and he was able to stand up, and take a look at his surroundings. The horizon was much as it had been before in the boat, with no discernible markings or anything to tell him where he was. His body was in constant pain and he looked down to take stock. He was naked, as he had been in the boat, but his genitals had been spared the ferocity of the crocodiles attack. His legs were scratched and laced with thin cuts that divided them each into a checker board of red and white. His stomach was in terrible condition. Deep gashes marked each of the teeths penetration, but they had all scabbed over. The bone underneath caused hnjmul to shriek in pain on contact and, thinking back to the crocodiles initial entrance, was probably broken. A little probing revealed several tender sites and probably numerous broken ribs. jmnuk's two arms were each relatively unharmed besides the traditional cuts and scrapes that covered his entire person. His palm's had a few deeper cuts, probably from gripping at saw grass in his attempt to escape the crocodile's clutches. These two had scabbed over. This was the extent of visible body, the rest was guesswork. bhn's head hurt badly and there was a slice in his forehead, but it was caked over with solidified blood and sand.

It was time to move.

What happens next is up to you...

Part one:http://at-of-a-wm.blogspot.com/2011/05/ballad-of-adewew.html
Part two:http://reinforcenegativeaspects.blogspot.com/2011/05/ballad-of-adewew-part-two.html
Part three:http://cashthisshit.blogspot.com/2011/05/ballad-of-adewew-part-three.html

Calvinball

Okay I understand the premise of Calvinball is that there are no rules. I've played it and it's really fucking fun so I feel we should get a group of kids sometime and play. The only "guideline" is that all players have to wear the mask. If anyone questions the mask the correct response is "sorry no ones allowed to question the masks" Calvin. This has now been understood and accepted so I present to you. Kalvinball. This game relies on creativity and quick wittedness rather than actual athletic prowess. Despite Calvinball's insistence on no rules Kalvinball does maintain a few. The idea of the game is that teams are formed. Upon the creation of the two teams a rule is made by both teams. The first round is played. Generally the basic game is something like "get the ball in the hoop". The first two rules may be "only using your left hand" and "after running around the ring twice". After the first round another rule is created (generally by the losing team). This rule can be used to hinder the opponent, but nothing to serious should be created, such as "must stand in corner during play" as it quickly turns into teams moving really slowly along the field and then it stops being fun. Once too many rules are created and it begins to lose its magic the slate is wiped clean and the game starts again.

So anybody up for a game?


*edit*
These guys arent as cool as us naaaaaaturally but I still stand by doing this.

The Ballad of adewew Part Two

Water swirled around the bottom of the canoe, lifting the brow up slightly before setting it back down. Bnjkhu pushed his hand into the water to steady himself then started paddling forwards. The current moved with him and the journey was easy. Looking from side to side revealed only sand and the distant horizon, reeds littered the shallow areas and herons ducked their heads under the water to snatch at darting silver fish. The thought of fish caused mjnlui's stomach to rumble and complain. Casting his mind back to his last meal only brought up blanks. In fact mnk, couldn't remember anything before his waking up in the canoe.

The wind started to whip through the air and small billows of sand were raised alongside the river banks. Reeds swung in the wind with alarming ferocity and birds took flight all around him. The small boat began to rock back and forth and, in attempting to steady it xdst fell into the water. His feet lashed out below him and his bare toes felt nothing but water. He kicked and struggled to keep his head above water while throwing his hands out to grab at the canoe. Without its passenger the canoe began to pick up speed and was soon out of reach. Exhaustion began to dull bghniu's mind and as the sky went black he felt something brush against his chest.

What happens now is up to you...

Part one: http://at-of-a-wm.blogspot.com/2011/05/ballad-of-adewew.html?showComment=1304488386447#c5853018379707517155

Us bro's gotta stick together.

In the year 2011 on the third day of the fifth month, it being May, one Jamie, of the Magic Sock, decided it was apt time to make a blog.http://magicsock.blogspot.com/. Little did he know above him loomed a dark shadow. This shadow was David Naylor http://reinforcenegativeaspects.blogspot.com/, the ruin of all original thought. He saw what Jamie had created and wanted one for himself. So he watched and copied down what Jamie did then returned to his haunt to manufacture his own copy. For many minutes and infinite seconds the sounds of mouse clicking and muttered curses was all that could be heard. Then, thirty minutes later, emerged an abomination. In the technical sense of the word it was a blog. But it lacked what was truly required. Where the Magic Sock had heart and soul Reinforce Negative Aspects only had shit jokes and poorly drawn dinosaurs. But all was not lost. For, seeing that the Magic Sock would need aid in slaying the horror that was R.N.A. Max entered the battle. With no armour, or indeed weapon, the hermit that, for so long had lived off herbs and horse semen, descended from his mountain abode. http://at-of-a-wm.blogspot.com/. With only his thoughts to protect him from the madness of the conflict Max took up the title of blogger in order to strike down the evil of R.N.A.. Alliances had been forged and the two forces marched towards one another.One against two, the sides, while uneven, would stand. Unless another where to join. This herald of bitchiness came in the form of one LeSAC of http://cashthisshit.blogspot.com/. He came to the field dragging his heels and complaining that the field was uneven and ridden with most uncomfortable rocks. The lines were drawn and blogs were launched.

R.N.A. struck first, with a series of poorly drawn animals with hats. Magic Socks responded with animals of kind. The Mind of Wander equiped with Aimless Thoughts (.yeah.) uploaded a series of pies both mouth watering and meme laden. But it was LeSAC who truly fought. With rapid fire complaints coming from every angle the other's fell to the ground, scrambling for cover and waiting for the fire to cease. That respite never came. Even David, who was in a temporary alliance with Cash this Shit, was blown back by the sheer force of the blogs. The only break came when, tired from the effort of producing blogs the SAC went into a slumber. Meanwhile on the other side of the globe,  a new blog was made. Vanessa built and started to run http://watchmewritestuff.blogspot.com/. It was neutral to the conflict and merely provided a voice of moderation. AND I CANT BE FUCKED WRITING ANYMORE ILL DO IT LATER WHEN I GET HOME. ARIUSDAFKJHJASD"F:VKBSDANF{OIHb
Shittiest.
Way.
Of.
Promoting.
Friends'.
Blogs.
Ever.

(Also this will be edited as new people I know join, so keep an eye on it. Or don't. If your not man enough. I'm not suggesting your not masculine. Or rather I am. It's all in the subtext. Right in front of you. Gleep.)

Shitty Flash Drawings

I swear to god this isn't what it looks like. Unless you think it's Hitler as a horse. In which case you kind of nailed it. Umm. So before I get a bunch of white supremacists following me I'd like to explain that I did this after a particularly obscure conversation with my friend over aim. If I remember correctly it took place during my history class and was about a show in which horse Hitler wandered around Germany with his best friend a retarded donkey. Hmm. Yeah that sounds right. I dunno I'll verify it with my cowriter for 'Hitler the Hilarious Horse'.

This particular gem came about after a conversation involving the shitiness of reptiles in general and their tendency to warrant a damn good punching. Hilarity followed and bro pounds were exchanged. Again over the internet. I need real friends... Anyway it amuses me and it gets the point across as far as my views in relation to scaly creatures is relevant. That last sentence was really fucking jumbled. Let's all pretend it didn't happen. And no, I can't be fucked editing it.





Unfortunately for our totally cool gang, which rules the north side, this is also the shittiest picture. All the limbs have a tendency to suck dick and its mouth has a leunigesc style that really just terrifies me. I mean shit. I actually hate this picture. By god it represents all that is evil within me. I no longer find this amusing. Only terrifying. *sprawls into sobbing mass*
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What have I started here...

Okay. I'm not used to blogs, and to be honest I am more than a little terrified at the idea. To anyone threatened by my invasion of their local hang out you shouldn't fret, chances are I'll be gone in a week. I have an attention span that rarely exceeds the time it would take me to open a new browser. But if I can pull this thing along behind me like the bloated corpse it is bound to become I'd be glad to have any followers who can be fucked putting up with me. I created this because my cousin Jammels made one and I lack the creativity to think of things for myself. Anyway this is him http://magicsock.blogspot.com/, so add the fucker cause he's a damn sight more interesting than me and more worthy of your attention.

Aight toodles.