Well yeah, I guess disregard my initial post because I decided to change my blog title and switched a few things around. My nickname is Po to a helluva lot of people, though they mainly exist in my hometown (as opposed to collegiate pals), and so I decided to stick with that on here.
This new title (hopefully I don't get tired of it after a single day) obviously has to do with that big, ridiculous anagram...A Man A Plan A Canal Panama (which is the exact same thing backwards (in case you weren't aware of what an anagram was).
That's all I've got for today gents, ladies, Gentiles, and Jews...so until another day.
-Po
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
There's Only One Man Who Would Dare Give Me The Rasberry.
In case you weren't already aware of the bit of a cuss in my blog's title, it's there for a very legitimate reason. Although, I guess some would argue that there's never legitimacy to swearing, but well, I'm not part of that group. Anyway, like the title of this post, it's a reference to one of the favorite films of my youth, Mel Brooks' Spaceballs. I'm not going to summarize/ruin the scenes in the movie for you, so all I will say is that the blog's title comes from the 'combing' of the desert scene. Just do yourself a favor and see the movie if you haven't already done so.
Oh hell, at least watch the scene so you know where I'm coming from:
Spaceballs. Comb The Desert! Scene
I started up this blog as a course requirement for my new fiction class, which I guess I can't really complain about all that much. I just see blogging as glorified diary-keeping, except I guess the whole point of a diary is to keep a personal, private record of your innermost thoughts and feelings, whereas this is pretty much a public display of what you wish to say. I'm not entirely sure what I even want to say, primarily because I can't say for certain that anyone will ever read this other than myself and my professor.
At this point in time, I'm thinking I'll basically either update this when I'm feeling a desire to do so or if it's a class requirement, but until then I can't really say for certain how much of my soul I plan on broadcasting to the world on here. Especially if the only one bothering to listen is me.
Oh, do yourself a favor and see Inglourious Basterds.
And if you're a fan of Blitzen Trapper and/or The Notorious B.I.G. check out this nasty mash-up I just recently came across:
Blitzen Trapper Vs. Notorious B.I.G. - Black River Struggle
That's it for now.
And watch out for swine flu.
-Po
Oh hell, at least watch the scene so you know where I'm coming from:
Spaceballs. Comb The Desert! Scene
I started up this blog as a course requirement for my new fiction class, which I guess I can't really complain about all that much. I just see blogging as glorified diary-keeping, except I guess the whole point of a diary is to keep a personal, private record of your innermost thoughts and feelings, whereas this is pretty much a public display of what you wish to say. I'm not entirely sure what I even want to say, primarily because I can't say for certain that anyone will ever read this other than myself and my professor.
At this point in time, I'm thinking I'll basically either update this when I'm feeling a desire to do so or if it's a class requirement, but until then I can't really say for certain how much of my soul I plan on broadcasting to the world on here. Especially if the only one bothering to listen is me.
Oh, do yourself a favor and see Inglourious Basterds.
And if you're a fan of Blitzen Trapper and/or The Notorious B.I.G. check out this nasty mash-up I just recently came across:
Blitzen Trapper Vs. Notorious B.I.G. - Black River Struggle
That's it for now.
And watch out for swine flu.
-Po
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