Tuesday, July 31, 2007

All you have to do is take a close lickin'

I am on a mission to burn as many dvds full of the Daily Show and Colbert Report goodness as possible. Making menus is pretty dang fun. And time consuming. Stupid data takes three hours to convert and prepare and burn per dvd. It is so worth it though. I found TMBG's 2001 interview with Jon that was partially on Gigantic. Hehehehe. I'm giddy. Mr. Colbert has become very akin to Dr. House. Vicodin <3.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

I am in love with Stephen Colbert.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

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Dumb ol' LJ. Power outage. Pff. I love love love love love the magazine Wired. I have a new fixation! One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. It's completely made of awesome. Except for the swearing. I hate it. I hate swearing. It makes me angry. Someone said that it's a sign of a weak mind and/or vocabulary. Something like that anyway. I do not like it. Sam I am. I do not like green eggs and ham. That movie is so cool though. It's completely hilarious and sad and powerful and stuff at the same time. And I think that Billy looks like my friend Mike.

Monday, July 16, 2007


I'm in the airport right now, in Columbus. We drove down and went to our cousins' house in Plain City. My grandma and her dog and my cousin Matt went with us. I listened to the first third of The Areas of My Expertise. Went to see my other cousins that live relatively close. Then went back to Danielle and Cassie and Aunt Diana's house and then to watch part of Cassie's softball game. And now we have to get in line for something.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

I love late night tv.

TMBG on Conan. Very interesting. During his monologue, I just stared at their guitars and bass and drums and plinky piano thing. I wish They would have picked a different song to do; I'm Impressed is by far my least favorite. It's just. Blah. Plain and boring. I love Marty. His faces are so cute/awesome. Them all yelling in the middle scared me. And I told my mother before They came on that Linnell would be wearing a dress shirt and tie, like in 2001. With his pants all hiked up really high. Hehe. INeedACrane on tmbw said he had on the same tie as six years ago. This amuses me to no end. Also, Bear Grylls was on Kimmel. It was a pretty good interview, much better than when he was on Letterman the other week. He seems to never quite answer the question he's asked, but rather start talking about other stuff. Like motivational stuff. Or something. I don't know. But this interview was good. Much more relaxed and junk. But the previous guest that was sitting next to Bear kept butting in and trying to talk over Bear and/or Jimmie. That was annoying. Said something about how if Bear died, the cameramen would be all "Let's grill Bear." Lolololololnot. I thought CBS took out the commercial break in the middle of Craig Ferguson's monologue. I guess not. It's only been there a week or so, but all the fan people kept complaining. CBS is dumb. I burned the back sides of the roof of my mouth, parallel to the molars, eating a hot dog a few days ago. Still hasn't healed and continuously torments me whenever I eat scratchy things. My mom and my dad and my sister and my grandma and I are going to Kansas on Monday. We're gonna fly. Will be my first time. We're going to visit cousins. And aunt and uncle. Will be there for my birthday. It's the 17th. And I'll be 17. Coincidence? Yes. I have to get up really early tomorrow. Ok. At 8:30. To pass out fliers for Vacation Bible School. I see absolutely no point or advantage in doing it that early. I'm drinking pink lemonade. The kind in which powder is poured into a water bottle. I really like those. But it hurts the roof of my mouth. The end.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

The Else has been released. From a cage or something. John Linnell's post-show cage.

I was very bored and reading all this junk about Mike Rowe and how awesome he is. He and Bear Grylls are my most recent objects of intense obsession and adoration. Them and Mythbusters and The Daily Show and Colbert Report. I was looking at stuff about Mike Rowe and rewatched some of the things of him at QVC. I would seriously watch a show with just him talking about whatever was on his mind all day. Cherubical. Hah. While I was on here, I found this. It's almost pathetic, no?

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Jamie want big boom.

My mom and my sister and my cousins Abby and Jess and I went to Cascade Park to watch the fireworks. There were a lot of people on that hill. Very, very many. Pieces of fireworks kept falling on us. Really tiny pieces. They looked like seeds. Only they smelled like sulfur. There were a ton of lightning bugs. It was so cool. Their lights were green, not yellow. I think that was the most surprising and awesome thing I've ever seen in my life. Are green light-emitting fireflies common? I've never heard of them before. It would be cool to catch all different species of them and put them in a jar. Rainbow-y. I don't know why I'm typing like this. In this format. Like every sentence is a single, complete thought. That's the definition of a sentence, though, yeah? Fireworks are cool. They were set to music. I could feel the thumping of the bass and of the fireworks in my chest. I love the smell of explosives and gunpowder and burning wood. Very much. Fire is the most insane, amazing, crazy, interesting thing ever.