tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63204652011-04-21T22:01:20.664-07:00A Clockwork OrangeWhat does God want? Does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses the bad in some way better than the man who has good imposed on him? When a man cannot choose he ceases to be a man. A Clockwork Orange is the result of the attempt to impose upon man, a creature of growth and capable of sweetness, laws and conditions appropriate to a mechanical creation.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comBlogger961100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1112632240985662742005-04-04T09:26:00.000-07:002005-04-04T10:43:49.463-07:00OK. I just wrote a long...very long...post about recent movies. It was a damn good post and in it I mentioned many relevant things concerning who I am personally and it was also relevant to certain people who actually see this livejournal. But, because blogger is having some sort of problem, it was whiped out. It's now in some sort of oblivion along with many other posts that this has happend to.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1109962341191145142005-03-04T10:51:00.000-08:002005-03-04T10:52:21.216-08:00The Happiest Place on EarthSomeone mentioned something to me the other day and since then I've been thinking about it non-stop. I have come to the conclusion that there are two absolute Goods in the world: God and Disneyland. God's a given, but Disneyland truly IS the happiest place on Earth.ILOVEDISNEYLANDAnd I always have. My parents tell me that on my very first visit to Disneyland, as we wereKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1108409736245974052005-02-14T10:54:00.000-08:002005-02-14T11:37:56.846-08:00Down With "Singles Awareness Day""I want you to get up now. Get up and go to your window. Open your window and stick your head out of the window and yell 'I'm as mad as Hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore.'"What the hell is wrong with this country when a day set aside as a feast for a catholic saint eventually becomes "Singles Awareness Day?" I'll tell you what's wrong with it...it's Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1105214656852232352005-01-08T11:33:00.000-08:002005-01-08T12:04:16.853-08:00How do you spell that guy's name on "Pimp My Ride?" Is it "XZibit" or "Exhibit" or "Exebition" or...anyway, you know the guy I'm talking about.
Well, anyway fuck him, I pimped my own ride, bitch! My car's shaping up to be pretty sweet these days, and I got a few things for X-mas that pushed it all the way from "decent car with no power locks" to "decent car with no power locks and some Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1104454027595994982004-12-30T16:07:00.000-08:002004-12-30T16:47:07.596-08:00It has now been 3 whole weeks since I've updated this blog, and I feel like I should write something. Unfortunately, nothing entertaining comes to mind. I've been slightly more self-involved than usual lately. Instead of ranting about the world around me, I've been spending more time focusing on the crazy December schedule and a few personal issues. I could write about the ever-controversial Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1102640725495651862004-12-09T15:51:00.000-08:002004-12-09T17:06:03.953-08:00Christmas
Well, it's that time of year again...Christmas time. I was talking to my friend the other night and she was talking about how she has all these reasons to hate Christmas, but I couldn't think of one myself. She had some family problems relating to the season and I guess she's embittered to the whole deal. But, for me, this is the best time of year.
There's something literally in the Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1101750817035880142004-11-29T09:20:00.000-08:002004-11-29T09:59:41.146-08:00Once Upon A Time In The Library
You've got to be ruthless. It's finals week here in the computer lab and everyone wants a computer. This pisses me off because the rest of the year, you can easily walk in and sit down at the computer of your choice and skip off into internet fun or to write your little papers or what have you. About two weeks before finals roll around, though, it gets harder to Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1100282830096824292004-11-12T09:25:00.000-08:002004-11-12T10:07:10.096-08:00I'm trying to think of what to write about...
Nothing's coming...
In a life where so much is happening, none of it seems worth writing about. No, no let me rephrase that, all of it is worth writing about, but I can't see how you'd be interested in my trip tot he dentist or my growing disdain for my job...and I'm sure you're all very interested in my love life, but like I've always said, I'm notKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1099678896161563212004-11-05T09:39:00.000-08:002004-11-05T10:23:46.023-08:00I'd Better Curb My Enthusiasm, Before I Get Myself Into Some Trouble
I woke up a little late this morning, so by the time I was up and about, Dustin was already off to school. I did my usual lounging about and wandering around the kitchen looking for something suitable to have for the morning's sustinence. Finally, 8:30 rolled around and it was time for me to throw on some clothes and head out Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1099335364432481552004-11-01T10:43:00.000-08:002004-11-01T11:02:05.183-08:00I'm a film score collector. I love music from movies and it is, besides filmmaking, my one true hobby. There is a website that I visit regularly called "Filmtracks.com" that I have linked from this page, actually. This website provides me with up-to-date reviews of scores and loads of information about composers and music. I check this site practically every day, and today I saw this post out of Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1098641847191860982004-10-28T11:06:00.000-07:002004-10-28T09:05:30.450-07:00In My Room
Well, I fixed the computer in my room so now I'm back online...and not only am I back, but I can now type within the comfort of my room! This means I can go online late at night and hopefully it means I'll get a lot more writing done. In fact, ever since this computer has been in my room...every time I sit down at my desk, I get this surge of creative energy. I feel like I can write Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1098721772876091162004-10-25T09:17:00.000-07:002004-10-25T09:57:21.356-07:00Sunday Wars: A New Hope
or
May The Bowler's Handicap Be With You, Darth Vader
So my day yesterday was one of the best days ever. It began well enough...I didn't have work until three, so basically my plan for the day was to stay home and lay around the house for as long as possible. We went to breakfast at Millie's and when I came home, I sat at the now fixed computer in my room to write a blog Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1098289678826975122004-10-20T09:16:00.000-07:002004-10-20T09:27:58.826-07:00Computer is down at home, so my only link to the outside world is through the CSUN library computers, which means no Kyle on AIM for quite some time...unless I can fix my OLD computer that's in my room...then I'll be on all night long for you night owls out there. I know it's been a while since my last post, but if it's any consolation, I'm working on a killer Disneyland post that's about the Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1096992242344703062004-10-05T08:38:00.000-07:002004-10-05T09:04:15.380-07:00Suck it, Captain Kirk
Oh, I am in a STAR WARS mood, baby! As most of you know, last week the three original STAR WARS movies came out on DVD. On top of that, The new STAR WARS video game came out for my PS2, STAR WARS BATTLEFRONT. Needless to say, since last week, I've had STAR WARS on the brain!
I freaking love STAR WARS. Not the "new" STAR WARS, like Episode 1 or the horrid Episode 2, but I'mKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1096568283336607182004-09-30T11:16:00.000-07:002004-09-30T11:18:03.336-07:00IMPORTANT NOTICE
When Deviled Ham is refrigerated, it ceases to be deviled.
Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1096558660041090582004-09-30T08:09:00.000-07:002004-09-30T08:37:40.043-07:00A Thought...
Ok, so I gave this LiveJournal thing a try, right? I have started to re-post some of my favorite posts from the past, that way I can work in my current posts eventually and the readers won't be completely suprised by what I have to say nowadays. So, anyway I open with my post about Neptune, the turtle I killed. No comments. Then, I posted about how much I hate gum. Of course, peopleKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1096304503090410282004-09-27T09:45:00.000-07:002004-09-27T10:01:43.090-07:00Shaun of the Dead rocks my socks.
Far and away, the best movie I've seen in theaters since Return of the King is Shaun of the Dead. This movie was amazing. Nothing short of brilliant. It's funny, it's witty and it's scary and intense. Shaun parodies all of the old classic zombie movies and still manages to be a great movie on it's own.
First of all, the zombies are George A. Romero all the way.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1096046245805757602004-09-24T10:11:00.000-07:002004-09-24T10:17:25.806-07:00Just read Marcela's "Motorcyle Diaries" entry. One thing I DIDN'T mean to do with my last few posts is offend anyone's pride of country. I still mean what I've said, but I didn't mean anything against anyone's heritage. It is a romantic story...yet almost for the same reasons Marcela likes Che Guevara, I'm against him. Just a difference of who we are ethnically and nationality-wise, I suppose.
Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1096044923149474742004-09-24T09:21:00.000-07:002004-09-24T09:56:04.660-07:00Not Sorry
Since my Che Guevara post the other day, I've never gotten so many "off the record" comments for one post. Marcela was nice enough to post on the blog, but most people just told me that I shouldn't have written what I wrote because of what some people might think. Most of people's comments went like, "I have a Che shirt, and I wasn't offended, but I think a lot of people will be." I Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1095873990082167992004-09-22T10:22:00.000-07:002004-09-22T10:26:30.083-07:00El Scorcho's Urban Dictionary
Chris Kaye's friend, Shawn, has created a dictionary comprised of a vocabulary that him and his friends have created and use on a regular basis. Knowing Chris and his friends, I think this site it hilarious. I especially like when he uses the word in a sentence. Check it out, VERY funny. Link on the left.
Music
The music I have today is really great. It's from TimKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1095871787177038652004-09-22T09:41:00.000-07:002004-09-22T09:49:47.176-07:00Trader Joe? No.
Recent pressures have compelled me to join the LiveJournal community. Now, don't worry (and I know you were), my blog will still be as active as ever (is that saying much?). In fact, the only thing I plan on doing in my LiveJournal is basically re-posting the posts that I write HERE first. The LiveJournal will serve as a supplementary blog, if you will. I already have an accountKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1095782176072049712004-09-21T08:15:00.000-07:002004-09-21T09:00:32.393-07:00http://www.thechestore.com/Art%20Work/HomePageImage.jpg
Does anyone actually know who this is? Well, I do and frankly I'm sick of seeing these damn shirts. Of course, people pick up the shirts because everyone else is wearing them and they think it MUST be cool. I think some people think this is Bob Marley, because sometimes the face is multi-colored. Whatever their reason for buying the shirts,Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1095697107070344042004-09-20T09:03:00.000-07:002004-09-20T09:18:33.983-07:00Squeeeeeeeaal Like A PIG!!!
Well well well. Remember last week how I was bitching because my friend told me she was going to throw a party for me but she flaked out? Well, on Friday, Michael, Abby, and I went over to Leeja's new place to watch movies with her and Tracey, and when we showed up, there was a whole suprise party waiting for me! And they went all out, too. The decorations were real Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1095266136005511832004-09-15T09:20:00.000-07:002004-09-15T09:39:08.133-07:0016 (+4) Candles
Well, my birthday has come and gone. It was ok. I mean the day itself was great, but on the present scene I didn't make out too terribly well. Well, of course, with the exception of my car, Rosy's amazing Panda Yummies (and the other present in her card, which I won't disclose), AND my awesome "White Shadow" decal.
Of course, 20 is quite a big deal. I mean, I have always said Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1094840636074615812004-09-10T11:05:00.000-07:002004-09-10T11:23:56.076-07:00I can't type with people looking over my shoulder. I'm in the library...where I write pretty much all my posts...and there was this whole group of girls that were doing some project for a class that required them all to be looking at the same screen. Of course, the screen they picked had to be the screen directly to my right. So, here I am trying to write a decent entry about pool and I just Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1094742885198460372004-09-09T08:00:00.000-07:002004-09-09T08:15:35.966-07:00Body Language for the Insane
Ok so I walk into the library this morning and I turn left to use the up escalator, when I notice that a large group of people have assembled in front of the entrance to the escalator. None of the people were conversing, it just looked like they were waiting for something in front of the escalator. A few possible reasons for this popped into my head: maybe the Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1094675650445751432004-09-08T13:31:00.000-07:002004-09-08T13:34:10.446-07:00The music choice for today, from David Newman's The Phantom, is for my brother, Dustin. The main heroic theme about a minute in is really impressive. It begins with a really cheesey chant, featuring an entire adult chorus repeating the word "Phantom" over and over again, but then, like I said, an exciting adventure theme comes through, followed by about three minutes of very complex action music,Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1094571369666464832004-09-07T08:31:00.000-07:002004-09-07T08:36:09.666-07:00FUCK FUCK FUCK I want all of you to know that I just wrote a god damned post about something that really annoys me and my fucking computer erased the whole goddamned thing. So get off my fucking back about not posting cause I'm really pissed and I'm NOT going to past another one today. God damnit.
Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1094138985296789962004-09-02T08:13:00.000-07:002004-09-02T08:29:45.296-07:00Oy...not much to write about today. Yesterday I hung out with a totally amazing person. Have you ever met someone and while you're talking to them you're constantly being suprised? I mean, one of her favorite movies is A.I.: Artificial Intelligence! So, we talked about everything from movies to music (she's into heavy stuff, like me) to people that irritate us...and halfway through the day I Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1093886709309842002004-08-30T09:41:00.000-07:002004-08-30T10:29:49.090-07:00Send me a hero to save me from Hero
Hero kinda sucked. Did no one else find it to be as uncomfortably boring as I did? Here we are watching this movie that's supposed to be awesome and it's basically just a slow, confusing, horribly tedious mess that happens to look pretty. I know that a lot of you (Kat, Bryan) that are reading this and screaming at your monitors already, but bare with me.
FromKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1093552982740038242004-08-26T13:39:00.000-07:002004-08-26T13:43:02.740-07:00Teaser Trailer for Indiana Schwartz Sequel
As many of you know, there is a quaint little film called Indiana Schwartz and the Magnificent Menorah. It was directed by myself and my friends, Michael and Chris Kaye about three years ago. Recently, we bagan work on the sequel to this very successful short film (which won an award). It's called Indiana Schwartz and the Dreadful Dreildel. Enjoy this Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1093534788987564412004-08-26T08:16:00.000-07:002004-08-26T08:49:19.906-07:00Silence in the Library...Have We Gone Too Far?
Ah, here I am in a practically empty library. I'm in the computer lab and I'm basically the only one here, with the exception of someone that I'm now calling "freaky hula girl" because she's wearing this blue hawaiian print dress, but she's got that shaved eyebrow thing going on and...well yea, freaky hula girl. Anyway, there's something about an Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1093493828131428272004-08-25T20:32:00.000-07:002004-08-25T21:17:08.133-07:00I've survived a bear attack recently! Ok, fine I wasn't attacked by a bear, but damn was it a close encounter. Last week I went to Yosemite and let me tell you, it's bear country up there. The first time I went to Yosemite, I didn't see a bear at all. But, when we arrived at the campsite on Monday, Tony said that the ranger had told him that there had been a bear at our campsite every day of the Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1093370449874629812004-08-24T10:50:00.000-07:002004-08-24T11:00:49.876-07:00Bitch, Bitch, Bitch
If you want to bitch about a particular person, do us all a favor and just keep it to yourself. I know it's in our nature as humans to bitch and gripe about one another to one another, but why would you want to complicate an already precarious situation by complaining about them to other people who ultimately don't give a damn anyway? When someone's a bitch, your initial Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1092612425301551692004-08-15T16:25:00.000-07:002004-08-15T16:27:05.300-07:00Hey there everyone. I'm gonna be camping Monday through Firday, so if my phone works up in Yosemite, maybe you'll get an audio post or two, if you're lucky. Ok, that's it, just wanted to post that update. later.
Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1092159609525071152004-08-10T10:19:00.000-07:002004-08-10T10:40:09.526-07:00This music is for Megan. It gets good about a minute in, Megs.
Anyway, on with the post...
Dr. Giggles Was A Dentist, Remember?
Everyone hates the dentist. The kid who wakes up early with the anticipation of a wonderful visit to his favorite dentist should be locked up somewhere far away from the rest of the world. No one likes to go to the dentist. Why? Because it's even more uncomfortable Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1091733236249672002004-08-05T11:39:00.000-07:002004-08-05T13:28:10.636-07:00
Ah, the Los Angeles Zoo. I love the zoo. When I was a kid, I used to love seeing the flamingos. For some reason, they don't interest me as much now. I think it had to do with the fact that they're the first animals that you see and when I was young and full of wonder, the first animal I saw would naturally be memorable. I went to the zoo yesterday and when I looked at the flamingos, I was just Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1091035833221087082004-07-28T10:11:00.000-07:002004-07-28T10:30:33.223-07:00Sometimes you just feel evil. You try to be good and civil and love the world, but sometimes things get to you and you just feel like for one day, you wish you were an evil, wicked person. It feels good to be wicked. It feels good sometimes to be a horrible person. We need that break every now and then. Sometimes, as my good friend Alex would say, a bit of the old ultraviolence is called for, eh?Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1090877653376956252004-07-26T14:33:00.000-07:002004-07-26T14:34:13.376-07:00There have only been a few times in my life when I've really wanted to kill something. This is one of those times. There are these birds outside that won't stop their incessant squeaking. With every piercing screech, I feel it go right into my head. I ran outside to throw something at them, but before I could even get close, they sensed me comming and flew away. "I showed them!" I thought. One Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1090529898988683812004-07-22T13:56:00.000-07:002004-07-22T13:58:18.986-07:00Goldsmith's Music
Well, folks, below is my farewell to Jerry Goldsmith. If you turn your speakers up, you will hear one of my favorite Goldsmith pieces, "The Final Game" from Rudy. Please indulge me and listen to the whole track. Just turn your speakers up and sit back for about 6 minutes. You won't regret it, and you'd be sharing something really important to me. Enojoy, guys!
Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1090528084799076672004-07-22T13:11:00.000-07:002004-07-22T13:59:18.810-07:00Jerry Goldsmith
Jerry Goldsmith, legendary film composer, died last night at the age of 75. As a lot of you know, I collect film scores and film and music are a huge part of my life. Jerry Goldsmith was one of my favorite composers. He was the most innovative composer of the modern age. You can talk all you want about John Williams, praise Danny Elfman for doing something different, but Jerry Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1090283612388674192004-07-19T17:32:00.000-07:002004-07-22T21:05:43.206-07:00It's A Desert Out There
Notice the choice of music...the sounds of the desert...the HOT, HELLISH desert...from Lawrence of Arabia
Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1090279371845628572004-07-19T15:52:00.000-07:002004-07-19T16:22:51.846-07:00A Fat Man In Hell or A Very Aloe Vera Summer
I wish the drivers seat of my dad's car was ice cold. Like, you know, under the fabric would be one of those cold-packs that you got in 4th grade when you bruised a knee...the one that leaked that blue goop (if you were lucky enough). What was that stuff anyway? I know that it's two chemicals and when you mush it together it creates this chemical Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1090082973444647262004-07-17T09:11:00.000-07:002004-07-17T09:49:33.443-07:00I, Bored
I'm going to stop looking forward to moives. Ok, no I'm not, but I really should. Every time I look forward to a movie that I think really has potential, I end up being monumentally disappointed. Big Fish comes to mind, Timeline, Jurassic Park 3, Kill Bill Vol. 2...I really could go on and on, but you get the point. I, Robot was supposed to be amazing. When I first heard about I, RobotKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-108905697192002832004-07-05T12:22:00.000-07:002004-07-05T12:50:43.326-07:00It has come to my attention that every time I try somthing that should be a good idea, it ends up having backwards consequences.
Exhibit A.) Sandals
Ok, it's summer, right? It's hot. It's humid. You want to limit the amount of useless clothing you have and maximize the surface area of your skin that is exposed to the air. Thus, sandals. Sandals are a good idea. Who wants to go to the beach with Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1088876178761530242004-07-03T10:35:00.000-07:002004-07-03T10:36:18.763-07:00See Friday's AudioBlog for my review of Spider-Man 2! (God, I hate listening to myself...)Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1088806079347126552004-07-02T15:07:00.000-07:002004-07-02T15:07:59.346-07:00Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1088634240400694392004-06-30T15:23:00.000-07:002004-06-30T15:30:48.416-07:00
Soon hopefully...Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1088533441874525192004-06-29T10:44:00.000-07:002004-06-29T11:29:35.716-07:00Fuck Sam Raimi
Speaking of morons, Sam Raimi ranks high on my list. Yes, Sam Raimi, acclaimed director of Spider Man, as well as other "classics" such as Darkman, Army of Darkness, The Evil Dead, The Gift, and The Quick and the Dead, is quite easily one of my least favorite people. What do all of these movies have in common? They all suck ass! Why do they suck ass? Because Sam Raimi wrote and/orKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1088453796173176382004-06-28T12:44:00.000-07:002004-06-28T13:33:41.016-07:00Ashton Kutcher...more like ASSHOLE Kutcher!
My dad constantly sees things on TV that upsets him. He'll see a preview for Farenheit 9/11 and start to go on about Michael Moore and liberal propaganda and blah bla-bla blah. Usually I just ignore the ranting and raving, but last night I agreed with him on something. Ashton Kutcher sucks ass. We had just finished watching Alien on HBO and in the Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1088223999209807962004-06-25T21:26:00.000-07:002004-06-25T21:26:39.210-07:00Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1088223809010942292004-06-25T21:23:00.000-07:002004-06-25T21:23:29.010-07:00Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1088136975867075622004-06-24T21:04:00.000-07:002004-06-24T21:16:39.813-07:00To No One In Particular...
Stop Writing Poetry
It seems to me that nowadays that evereyone's a poet because of the virtually nonexistent rules of poetry. But, I feel that everyone is a poet like everyone is an artist; sure we can all draw, but are we all good? No. Even if you think you are, no. See, good poetry, classic poetry, is like words that describe and capture the essence of a beautiful Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1088101001183505532004-06-24T11:04:00.000-07:002004-06-24T11:31:58.540-07:00
The picture above is taken from a menu in the Roxy Deli in Manhattan, NY. The menu confirmed that "fermished" is in fact a real word. We have a family friend named Rhonda who says this word ALL the time. When we were younger, we would say fermished in our family all the time because Rhonda said it and it rubbed off on us. She also used the word "astuter," which means "out of sorts." Like if I Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1087839464819883982004-06-21T10:02:00.000-07:002004-06-21T10:37:44.820-07:00The War of the Roses
Welly welly welly welly well! Now I think I've seen 'bout everything, now that I've been to a debut. I didn't realize what a HUGE deal Debutante Balls were in Filipino culture. I went to Melissa Banez' debut the other day and I had the honor of being one of the "18 Roses." Now, I didn't exactly know what was intaled in being a "Rose" when I agreed. I asked Melissa numerous Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1087448678600047692004-06-16T21:44:00.000-07:002004-06-16T22:04:38.600-07:00I've been thinking like mad about movies. MY movies. Michael and I have come up with some pretty original material for movies, and I've had quite a few ideas of my own. I really wish I could talk about them, but I don't want to talk about anything publically. People view this blog all the time that I don't know, and I don't want people taking my ideas. At any rate, I've been like obsessive latelyKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1085975053922528572004-05-30T20:43:00.000-07:002004-05-30T20:44:13.923-07:00Renaissance or Bust(s)
So, I went to the Renaissance Faire today. Two things stick in my mind from this experience...white trash and clevage. White trash...most of the people who are involved in this faire are white trash...I'm sorry. We go to this thing and like there are white people only...every now and then we'd see an asian person and there was one black guy who was like a minstrel or Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1084996019518471082004-05-19T12:36:00.000-07:002004-05-19T12:54:47.743-07:00Let's Forget About This Movie
Well, the movie's done. Yes, the project that I've been suffering through for my film class is at last finished. Yesterday I watched it for the first time on the big screen. I have major problems with it and am frankly quite embarassed and ashamed that my name is on it. I had nothing to do with the writing, directing or anything. The only thing I did was film about Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1084552668455048062004-05-14T09:30:00.000-07:002004-05-14T09:56:51.193-07:00Texas Read 'em or Dirty Dancing: Notre Dame Nights
Well, it's come to my attention that people actually look at my blog and I'm not even aware of it. I'm always suprised when some stranger leaves a tag on my board, or when someone I see all the time tells me, in person, to update my blog. When I find out that I have a new reader, I'm always caught off guard, mostly because I say quite a bit on myKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1083948523871364452004-05-07T09:48:00.000-07:002004-05-07T09:53:11.606-07:00Joke's Labour's Lost
Ok so there's this girl next to me in the library working on a paper about Alsheimer's disease (she's making the title page, apparently, so the letters are all big...that's how I know). Anyway, I'm really tempted to lean over and say, "Alsheimer's disease, eh? Interesting stuff." Then, I'd go back to my work and about five minutes later lean over again and say, "Alsheimer'sKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1083902703177284802004-05-06T21:05:00.000-07:002004-05-06T21:09:30.780-07:00Ok...we DO have an air conditioner, that's not the problem. No, the problem goes much deeper...all the way to the heart of the family. Yes, you guessed it: my dad is cheap. He's a good guy when it comes to spending money. I mean, we just went to NY and he spent a ton on us. But, when it comes to things where he can cut corners in order to give us a better life, he takes every chance he can get. Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1083775268139835892004-05-05T09:41:00.000-07:002004-05-05T09:52:32.686-07:00I'm HOT...yea...you heard me...
Is anyone else really freaking hot? No, I don't mean good-looking, I'm referring to the humid inferno that we call California. "You can't beat California weather!" Yea, maybe if you live in San Francisco or San Diego...but here in the valley, we have to put up with 104 freaking degrees. I guess it's not as bad as Arizona...I was there during the summer once and itKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1083640545535440822004-05-03T20:15:00.000-07:002004-05-03T20:21:03.046-07:00Hmm...ok, well after hearing all of your comments, I'd like to clarify things. I'm not upset about anything. On the contrary, I'm feeling quite good. Writing about the things that upset me makes me feel good. The fact that the world sucks makes me feel a lot better. The first time I realized that the whole world was crazy, I felt great. Because people are ignorant and stubborn, it gives me a Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1082996922928151682004-04-26T09:28:00.000-07:002004-04-26T09:32:55.810-07:00Ugh...Shit...
I'm sorry I haven't written in my blog for a while. I'm mad at the world, and I can't sit and write something funny without venting first. So, here goes...
Is is normal for me to be so irritated by everything? I like life, but God, I hate it sometimes because everything just pisses me off. I'm not a genius, I'm not extraordinary in any way, but I get so pissed when stupid things Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1082131949379248712004-04-16T09:12:00.000-07:002004-04-16T13:02:16.873-07:00Don't stop reading in the middle, please. Finish it before you yell at me.
It should be noted that I wrote the following post about 8 months ago. So, while it applies today, just keep that in mind.
Hmm...ok I know I'm gonna piss people off with this post. Now, maybe it's just my mood today, but little things are starting to get to me and I have to tell you people what I think. I hate how Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1081365423150924732004-04-07T12:17:00.000-07:002004-04-07T12:20:50.246-07:00audio post powered by audblogKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1081229971213753562004-04-05T22:39:00.000-07:002004-04-05T22:43:15.983-07:00audio post powered by audblogKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1081125578658379162004-04-04T17:39:00.000-07:002004-04-04T17:43:21.763-07:00audio post powered by audblogKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1080928674846435952004-04-02T09:57:00.000-08:002004-04-02T10:07:42.110-08:00Marooned Without You
O, my brothers, I'm off to New York tomorrow! I know that you're all worried because you won't be hearing from me for a week. Well, don't feel too marooned without me. Most of you are on spring break and some of you are just going back to school, so that all should be good fun.
I've been deciding what to leave you with before I go. I should write something profound, Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1080926870072358172004-04-02T09:27:00.000-08:002004-04-02T09:31:30.013-08:00Well, folks, today will be my last entry before I'm off to NY! I'll be gone for a whole week...I really don't know what you'll do without me. I promise you, though, when I come back, I'll post an entry complete with pictures from my trip. So, look for the entry not this Monday, but the next. Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1080843750468580302004-04-01T10:22:00.000-08:002004-04-01T10:29:10.530-08:00I saw Godspell last night. It was good. I was once in Godspell and I played Jesus. I can honestly say that last night's production was much better than ours in the sense that they had people who actually wanted to be there and the music arrangements were much more professional. But, I was bothered by the play a lot, actually. They cut 3 whole songs. They cut a song where Jesus yells at the Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1080839800196045162004-04-01T09:16:00.000-08:002004-04-01T09:20:18.966-08:00Things to do befor NY
1.) Pack - I guess it's going to be kinda cold while I'm up there...so I'd best pack the good underwear this time.......
2.) Get Money - Pretty self explainatory, don't you think? WHat with all the souvenirs I'm supposed to be getting. Thanks for the reminder, Anna - don't worry I haven't forgotten what you wanted. In fact, here's what people have been asking me for:
- Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1080674688180172202004-03-30T11:24:00.000-08:002004-03-30T11:35:12.716-08:00Start spreading the news!
I'm leavin...in less than a week...
I wanna be a part of it, New York, New York
These vagabond shoes...
Are longing to stray...
And make a brand new start of it
New York, New York
I wanna wake up in the city that doesn't sleep...
To find I'm king of the hill...
Top of the heap...
These little town blues
Are melting away...
I'll make a brand newKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1080322794309372192004-03-26T09:39:00.000-08:002004-03-26T09:43:24.483-08:00GO SEE ANCHORMAN
Ok, I'm not sure when Anchorman comes out, but I'm telling you guys right now...GO SEE THIS MOVIE! It comes out sometime this summer, but I saw a sneak preview of this movie last night and it was hilarious. It stars Will Ferell as legendary news anchorman Ron Burgandy. It's set in the 70's, has a huge number of cameos, and laughs at EVERY turn. The humor is sooo random. If Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1080242636997654342004-03-25T11:23:00.000-08:002004-03-25T11:27:26.200-08:00audio post powered by audblogKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1080166706871211792004-03-24T14:18:00.000-08:002004-03-24T14:21:54.920-08:00Re-Run Time
I posted this on my other blog. Just something to tide you over...
On September 19, 2003, Kyle Wrote:
Wake Up
People on Bikes, Skateboards, Razor Scooters, etc.
I'm not moving for you anymore. You move for me, it's only fair. When I see you, I'm walking on and not worrying because you're gonna watch out for me, RIGHT?!
Beyonce Knowles
On an interview on E! last night you were Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1079977553815442772004-03-22T09:45:00.000-08:002004-03-22T09:49:18.606-08:00Audio Blog: A Tribute to the Lazy Reader...
Alright, the world is going nowhere fast when the "Audio Blogger" is created. What I get from this is that A.) people are too lazy to write in their blogs and B.) you're too lazy to actually move your eyes across a screen and read what I have to say. In any case, I'm interested in trying this out. So, if you read my blog on Thursday evening (or for Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1079716620345251292004-03-19T09:17:00.000-08:002004-03-19T09:20:21.263-08:00"Handi-capable" (A.K.A. Slap in the Face)
Ugh...I don't even know if I want to write this, but I feel it's my responsibility to say what everyone dares not to say. So, here we go. I'm really annoyed when I have to wait for handicapped people. I know I should be understanding of other people's situation, but seriously we have to wait for them all the time. This morning there was this bus that Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1079127337407506432004-03-12T13:35:00.000-08:002004-03-12T13:38:48.686-08:00Gum Sucks
No, for the last time, I don't chew gum. Let me tell you why. Now, I know what you're thinking, "the entire world chews gum, what could Kyle possible have a problem with now?" It's really quite simple: gum is too much of a hassle for gum. I mean, it's gum...it's supposed to be simple, but it's actually this whole involved thing that is just seriously annoying. If someone gave me a Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1078938905198178042004-03-10T09:15:00.000-08:002004-03-10T09:18:13.763-08:00Blurb...nothing more
Well well well...looks like I'm back. I had a great time on the retreat this weekend. It was a lot of fun and i think it went really well...the kids got a lot out of it. Frankly, I would like to have seen more crying, but I think they all did at one point or another. We had an amazing snowball WAR the day we left...put it this way, Benny lost his shirt and I had an entire Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1078507266062167282004-03-05T09:21:00.000-08:002004-03-05T09:24:15.200-08:00I've never paid for a good haircut. Sure, I've paid for haircuts, but that doesn't mean they were good. One time I paid for a haircut and it was actually a really good cut, but it was all one length too short. Like the fade was nice and the length on the top was good, but basically on the sides of my head I was bald. I'm not ashamed to say that I've gotten 90% of my haircuts through life from my Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1078162009600626952004-03-01T09:26:00.000-08:002004-03-01T09:29:45.653-08:00Alright, well bad news. Today, I have to film my individual film project for the third time. The first time I filmed this movie, we found out afterwards that the camera ate up all my film, so we had to do a reshoot. I woke up yesterday at 7 to do the reshoot. We filmed from 9-12 just to find that Guy loaded the film wrong. So, I have to reshoot the entire movie for a third time. It wouldn't suck Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1077902920413758522004-02-27T09:28:00.000-08:002004-02-27T09:35:18.716-08:00I would write about my film class, but it's too frustrating. In a nutshell, I'm taking a film production class and it's not going too well. It's not really my fault, it's my freaking group. First off, we have one of the laziest, most unproductive people I've ever met. Next we have two asians, one from Japan and one from Korea, so not only can I not understand them, but they can't even really Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1077814334257782452004-02-26T08:52:00.000-08:002004-02-26T08:55:05.200-08:00Wrong
Qwerty - I'm sorry, Michael, but this still proves my point. "Q" HAS to have another letter following it in order for it to make a sound. What would "qerty" sound like? Or "qarter" or "qick"? If a letter needs another letter in order to function, it's a bogus letter.
The 8 Ball - Many billiard tables have cue balls without numbers. Universally, though, the "8" ball is more well known as Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1077731484050390192004-02-25T09:51:00.000-08:002004-02-25T09:54:12.920-08:00The Wager of a Lifetime
Ok, I'll name a few things that I fail to see purpose in and if anyone can tell me a legitimate reason for any of their existence, I will pay them $5.
1.) Idiots - Best I can figure, they're there to serve as a bad example for the rest of us.
2.) My Computer - Can't use it, yet it's expensive.
3.) Original Programming on UPN Channel 13 - C'mmon, they've got re-runs Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1077558640550672762004-02-23T09:50:00.000-08:002004-02-23T09:53:26.686-08:00The guy sitting in front of me in the computer lab is dressed like he's preparing for a hike to the top of Mt. Everest. He's just sitting there in full arctic garb, complete with parka, beanie, and snow gloves...gloves, people...at a computer! Of course, before I even came in here, I ran into a few other nuts. On my way to the library, I was walking in between two crazy people. There was a girl Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1077211127601864382004-02-19T09:18:00.000-08:002004-02-19T15:47:50.670-08:00The B-Ball-Playing, Scarf-Wearing, Bruise-Giving, Choir-Singing (Who Won't Take A Solo) Asian
So, Anna'a upset because I say "mean things" about her on my blog. Well, Anna, that's just not true. This is the third time I've mentioned Anna on this blog and it's only been up for a few weeks. Lots of people haven't even gotten a mention on this blog yet, some never will, and Anna has about a Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1077130968926632512004-02-18T11:02:00.000-08:002004-02-18T11:05:28.920-08:00People
I want to write about something, but too many people read this blog. In general terms, though, don't you hate other people? You know - people who come in and horn in on your action? Like...you have a set life with a number of relationships, and then some other person comes in and blows the whole thing. Then, all of a sudden, I'm not the same person to the other halves of my relationships; Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1076953174132070912004-02-16T09:39:00.000-08:002004-02-16T09:42:10.810-08:00Down With Singles Awareness Day
What the hell is wrong with this country when a day set aside as a feast for a catholic saint eventually becomes "Singles Awareness Day?" I'll tell you what's wrong with it...it's going down the shitter, and fast. We take everything: Christmas, Easter, All Souls Day, St. Patrick's Day, Valentine's Day - and turn them into something SO commercial that it's almost Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1076694939152836962004-02-13T09:55:00.000-08:002004-02-13T09:58:37.153-08:00The sad reality of life is that all archaeologists are NOT like Indiana Jones. My anthropology teacher is an archaeologist and believe you me, he's no swash-buckling adventurer. He's a boring lecture-heppy nerd boy. At least when Indy taught his Anthro class, he was still awesome. People loved him. Girls were all over him and the guys wanted to be just like him. He knew his shit and also knew Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1076521113159313852004-02-11T09:38:00.000-08:002004-02-11T09:41:59.966-08:00Kyle, as we know him today, would not be the same person if it weren't for all of his friends. Your life isn't your own. Your life is the result of interactions and relationships you've had with other people your entire lifetime. Everything you do, one way or another, revolves around other people. There have been people in my lifetime that have been influential, in good ways or bad. There is Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1076348146624763242004-02-09T09:35:00.000-08:002004-02-09T09:38:13.623-08:00
Not having my driver's license for the past three years is the only reason I don't look like Fat Albert. I don't mean the fact that he plays basketball, lives in he hood, and is black. I mean the only reason I don't weigh 300 pounds like our plus-size friend here is because I haven't been able to drive.
Recently I got my license and I've been driving EVERYWHERE! "Don't want to drive Dustin toKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1076089971625312502004-02-06T09:52:00.000-08:002004-02-06T09:55:14.280-08:00
There's a guy sitting behind me in the computer lab giving Asians a bad name. He's like this guy here, but he's not clean cut at all, and he's not a funny asian man...but an asian man who thinks he's funny. He's sitting behind me talking to someone on the phone, but it's on one of those hands-free devices so advanced that I can't even see it and you can only buy them in Japan. So, here he is, Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1075917232394105752004-02-04T09:53:00.000-08:002004-02-04T09:56:13.090-08:00
Neptune
O, my brothers, it's time to put rumors to rest. Or - actually, it's time to confirm them. I'd tired of people asking me about this constantly and giving me dirty looks when they first hear about it. So, here it is...
I, Kyle, killed my turtle, Neptune.
Ok, ok, don't go calling PETA just yet. It wasn't my fault! Or...no, that's not right either. It was completely my fault, but I Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1075850146187735542004-02-03T15:15:00.000-08:002004-02-03T15:19:35.483-08:00Hey, I just added the section at the bottom called, "A word from Alex..." In A Clockwork Orange, the hero is Alex (who's picture is on the bottom). There will be a special messgae from Alex that will change probably weekly. This will be everything from quotes that I think Alex would say, quotes Alex did say, and excerpts from the novel. The current quote is from the novel, and it is where the Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320465.post-1075830163498780292004-02-03T09:42:00.000-08:002004-02-03T14:56:17.610-08:00O, my brothers, it is I, Kyle, your humble narrator. As some of you may have noticed, I've taken quite a little hiatus from the world of blogger. But, with school thrusting me into a scheduled, routined life once more, I think it's time I made my return.
About ten weeks ago, my former blog, as you know it, blew up. I don't know what happened - I think Blogger had some sort of a mental breakdownKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08906957104367702500noreply@blogger.com