Hrmph.

Ok. Here it is... the long ass post you've been waiting for:

There was something on B3ta.com about how Hugo Boss designed and made uniforms for the Nazis during WWII. That's insane. It also said that they probably used forced labor. Could you imagine? Actually.... that's probably no different from the overseas labor who make shirts in sweatshops. Bah. I guess they checked it out on Wikipedia, and it said he rumor is true. Who knew?

I love Wikipedia... I've been doing random searches on shit, like Nick Drake's life story. It's interesting the wealth of information you can find that other people know. I felt kind of stupid --(well, maybe I shouldn't have, seeing as I'm not english) -- I was listening to the newer Streets record and couldn't figure what "pranging out" meant. I looked it up in Urban Dictionary and it said that it was what we would call "freaking out" or, (in the context that he uses it) wigging out on coke. So now you know. Prang away, buggers.

So I wrote a post a while back about a blog called "How To Write Screenplays. Badly." Not only does this site have slightly more relevance to me now that I'm supposed to writing a brillant screenplay for David to direct, (daunting, so daunting) but it's just damned funny. Check out this excerpt from a section on following up after you send out a script.

"MR. X:(speaking to someone else) Marla? Did any scripts come in from a...a Slater?
(listens)
Oh God, seriously? It's that guy?
(into phone)
Hey, are you the guy who used a magic marker to draw a cartoon bear on the cover...?
ME: ...raping, yeah. That's kind of what he does.
MR. X: (muffled laughter, followed by several seconds of excited whispering)
Mr. Slater? You're on speakerphone. Could you please tell us all a little more about, um, your unique concept?
ME: You mean Rapebear, the bear that rapes?

Oh my god, it is uproariously funny. I love it. Here's the rest of the post:
http://jerslater.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-follow-up-calls.html

Whoa. You know when grandpas spend months building ships in bottles? What if you could squeeze a cat in there. It might look like this:




Yet another thing from B3ta: a joke.

Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily briefing. He concludes by saying, "Yesterday, 3 Brazillian soldiers were killed."
"Oh NO!" the President exclaims. "That's terrible!"
His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching as the president sits, head in hands.
Finally, the President looks up and asks, "How many is a brazillion???"

Hahaha... good stuff. I'm excited for the 4th... well... no one is really in town. So we'll see how that goes. Hopefully I'll have pictures to post of shiny things and... stuff.

I got my hair cut and colored today! It was the first time in my life that I had ever dyed my hair. It's only a shade darker but I really, really like it. Yay.

Fuck! I keep trying to post pics of it and it's not happening. I'll post some later, I guess.

Nighty.

Oh, and also... 519 views as of 1:45am Tuesday! Woo hoo!