blogroll

High School — Alisa on February 27, 2005 at 6:23 pm

Blogroll, not to be confused with eggroll, is what I need. I find all these nice sites, and I don’t know where to put them. So I should install a blogroll.

http://greencatfish.blogspot.com/ <---------I like that blog. It's nice.

Speaking of installing things, I wish that CSS could be installed into pictures. Can it? Because today I added a collage to the top of my blog, and I checked it my other PC. You have to scroll along the bottom to see it. I hate scrolly things on the bottom. That is on the list of most annoying things to put on a site.

Query Letters I Love

High School — Alisa on February 26, 2005 at 1:59 pm

http://queryletters.blogspot.com/

This is a beautifully funny blog about wannabe screen plays. So basically these people(plural) review scripts and discuss them on their blog. Nice. I’ll definitely return to that one. They should get a better template though. Some orange, or blue, or maybe green.

Michael Moore: All American?

High School — Alisa on February 23, 2005 at 9:04 pm

Today, in the bathroom, I thought that even though Michael Moore is more anti-American than France (sorry Frenchie[Alexi]. I just couldn’t help myself.), he really is all-American according to World [European] standards of American. Now, to prove myself.

  1. Michael Moore is a slob. When you picture Michael Moore, don’t you think unshaven, messy hair, baggy clothes? Am I right?
  2. Michael Moore is rude and inconsiderate. Okay, even though he is a Bush basher, that’s not what I’m talking about. Google “Michael Moore” under images. The results will be lots of pictures of him making a loser sign, hands in the camera, mocking the US flag, etc. We have all watched his movies. There are some drastically wrong statistics, but they are entertaining. In Bowling for Columbine, he is rude. American style rude.
  3. He’s fat. That isn’t a really nice thing to say, nor does it make a good point, but I have world-wide contacts (Germany, Brazil, France, Poland, Japan, Australia, Finland, S. Korea). If there is one thing to agree on, it is this: The American stereotype is fat. You’ve watched the James Bond movies with the American guy in it, right? He’s eating a doughnut, is a red neck, and is fat.
  4. He’s obnoxious. Americans are known for that. Making a stink about nothing. Have you ever watched the Amazing Race? All those people explode and reinforce the idea of rude, ungracious, obnoxious Americans. I look at them and feel embarrassed for my country.

I think that I proved my point pretty well. Talk to a German, they’ll tell you I’m right. The other day I watched some news special on what the world thinks of us Americans. They acted like it was a new revelation. I was like, “Oh, please. This is not news. This is old.” But I’m glad they did it. Maybe it opened some eyes. More likely it offended.

TJ McCloud

High School — Alisa on February 21, 2005 at 10:22 pm

http://tjmccloud.blogspot.com

Another one of those posts that you can basically ignore. Actually, I’ll help this budding musician out. I found this blog, and it turns out this guy has some stuff recorded. http://www.purevolume.com/tjmccloud

I’ll recommend him to my dad. I bet he would like this guy.

Commented: Rosemaryjayne

High School — Alisa on February 21, 2005 at 9:38 pm

http://rosemaryjayne.blogspot.com

I blurf(blog+surf) across so many good blogs, and I want to remember the ones I commented on. So for now, I’ll just post it like so–you can ignore this if you want, because it is for me to remember.

Music Codes

High School — Alisa on February 21, 2005 at 1:20 pm

Notice the Music Player Thingy on the side bar. You can choose your own music. The only problem is, it’s a task to sort out all of the songs you want. I’ve been trying to find “Franco un-American” for the longest time. Maybe I should start a blog devoted to codes. WORKING codes, at that. Because I actually found that song’s code, but the link didn’t work….
*smacks forehead and returns to searching*

Fender is the Best

High School — Alisa on February 19, 2005 at 1:43 pm

I failed to mention that the overwhelming majority of the guitars played at last night’s concert were guitars.

Even the lone banjo that didn’t have a pickup was a Fender.

Relient K Concert Report

High School — Alisa on February 19, 2005 at 11:27 am

I suppose that I should start from the beginning.

Henry (exchange student from Ghana) decides to go with us to the concert at the last minute. We don’t have a ticket for him, but hopefully the line to buy one at the door won’t be too long. He is on crutches and a soft cast….

So we pick up Daniel and Johnny and that makes 5 of us in the car. Fun stuff! Once in Tucson, we wander around trying to figure out where we are. Periodically Johnny or Daniel would say, “I know where we’re at!” Not that it helped any, because we still didn’t know where to go. So finally Mom pulls over and asks for directions. It turns out that there are several 6th streets in Tucson. There is 6th Street, 6th Avenue, and St. Mary’s Street which everyone calls 6th Street.

We pull up and all of our jaws just kind of fall open. It was a really, really, small place. Oh well! Mom makes us 3 go try to buy a ticket, but they are sold out. They were sold out 1/2 an hour before the show even started. So me, Daniel, and Johnny head in, while Mom and Henry wait in the car because there is one ticket between them. Some random person ended up just giving them a ticket. How nice.

Now comes the part when I buy a Mae shirt, and some stickers to go on my waterbottle. I like my shirt. *grins*

The opening band, Name Taken, wasn’t so great, but they were just the opening band, so no one expected the to be great. And then the next band, Mae, came. They were better. Maybe because I had some of their music downloaded, so I sort of knew what was going on. Click Here to hear them.

It was in between Name Taken and Mae that I wanted to move closer to the stage. I got separated from Daniel and Johnny, but I found another girl I knew, so it was ok. I ended up in the middle, and we (the girl, her friend, and me) worked so hard at going nowhere. It was a fight just to keep our positions. In between Mae and Relient K, I got separated from them too, because I went closer. I did end up in the second row, but there was no way that I could move closer or even farther if I wanted to. People were so closely jammed in there that I couldn’t see my waist.

It was incredibly hot. You know how if you climb a tall mountain, the oxygen molecules are few and far between, so even if you take a deep breath it never really satisfies you? That describes the air in there. There were 1,000 people, maybe more, crammed in this tiny little building, all feeling worse than sardines, and all trying to move closer to the stage. I’m sure they were breaking fire hazard laws. All the people in there explains the lack of oxygen, and it didn’t help that someone was smoking. My friends told me afterward that it wasn’t a cigarette either.

Relient K came on, and then I felt more comfortable (in my brain. My body was less comfortable after they came on…) because I knew what they were saying. I started noticing at this time how much water I was losing. My pants were just below my waste when the concert started, but when I realized how sweaty I was I also realized how low my pants were. RK threw a couple of water bottles out into the crowd, like right where I was, but some other people got them and didn’t share. I was really dizzy–the loss of water, the mysterious smoke, and not being able to breathe all contributed.

They ended and the crowd was in the perfect condition to start a mob. Everyone was screaming, “ONE MORE SONG! ONE MORE SONG!” Relient K came back on stage to do an encore. Then everyone started screaming, “PRESS-ING ON! PRESS-ING ON!” I actually wanted them to play Failure to Excommunicate, because I really like that song. But chanting, “FAIL-URE TO EX-CO-MUN-I-CATE!” is pretty hard to do. I forget what song they actually did, but it wasn’t either of those. Like I said, I was dizzy, and I knew that if I didn’t get water soon I would pass out or something.

Then we came home.

Henry didn’t like it at all. He doesn’t like the kind of music, and it wasn’t as “Christian” as he thought it would be. But it’s good that he experienced a rock concert. I think his idea was that it would be like the Steven Curtis Chapman concert, but with a faster beat. I never told him that Relient K’s newest album hit #41 on the secular charts. I guess you can consider them a cross-over band…of a sort. Because they haven’t made a song about how getting high takes your worries away, but they appeal to a surprisingly large amount of non-Christians, so they are a cross-over band of a sort.

I Am Networked

High School — Alisa on February 18, 2005 at 2:33 pm

My dad, after hours of configuring, finally managed to format the hard drive and network our computers. So while my brother is on the Vaio, I am on the Gateway. Nice. I like the look of my blog much better on the Vaio though. It has a flatscreen LCD monitor–no glare, better brightness/contrast.

In other news, the Relient K concert starts in exactly 4 hours, 13 minutes from now. At least I haven’t been counting down the hours for 3 days, like Daniel.

I just noticed that this new keyboard has the ability to make a Euro sign, but I can’t figure out how. For the record, it’s attached to the key with the 5 and % on it. I am going to have to do some research on this high-tech gadgetry.

I Can See it Now

High School — Alisa on February 17, 2005 at 1:47 pm

Seen on http://bigbloosky.blogspot.com
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George: Condi! Nice to see you. What’s happening?

Condi: Sir, I have the report here about the new leader of China.

George: Great. Lay it on me.

Condi: Hu is the new leader of China.

George: That’s what I want to know.

Condi: That’s what I’m telling you.

George: That’s what I’m asking you. Who is the new leader of China?

Condi: Yes.

George: I mean the fellow’s name.

Condi: Hu.

George: The guy in China.

Condi: Hu.

George: The new leader of China.

Condi: Hu.

George: The main man in China!

Condi: Hu is leading China.

George: Now whaddya’ asking me for?

Condi: I’m telling you, Hu is leading China.

George: Well, I’m asking you. Who is leading China?

Condi: That’s the man’s name.

George: That’s who’s name?

Condi: Yes.

George: Will you, or will you not, tell me the name of the new leader of China?

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought he’s dead in the Middle East.

Condi: That’s correct.

George: Then who is in China?

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: Yassir is in China?

Condi: No, sir.

George: Then who is?

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: Yassir?

Condi: No, sir.

George: Look Condi. I need to know the name of the new leader of China. Get me the Secretary General of the U.N. on the phone.

Condi: Kofi?

George: No, thanks.

Condi: You want Kofi?

George: No.

Condi: You don’t want Kofi.

George: No. But now that you mention it, I could use a glass of milk. And then get me the U.N.

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: Not Yassir! The guy at the U.N.

Condi: Kofi?

George: Milk! Will you please make the call?

Condi: And call who?

George: Who is the guy at the U.N?

Condi: Hu is the guy in China.

George: Will you stay out of China?!

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me the guy at the U.N.

Condi: Kofi.

George: All right! With cream and two sugars. Now get on the phone.

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