Glum Chum has a Combover!!!!!

I've been saying it was a lie for years, but no one listened to me. This is an urgent bulletin from everybodies friendly neighbourhood Sherriff Grayson. After 3 years of hearing GC's jokes about the rest of the 20000 league's hair falling out, we've had enough. Sure my hair starts really far back, and Ol' man Evan & Alex have their receiding hairlines, but we aren't this bad. As you can all plainly see Glum Chum has been living a lie. That rat-eating jerk has a combover!! After all he put his "friends" through with his stupid bald "jokes."

Oh and he wets his bed, trust me, we used to share an apartment.

Sherriff Grayson out... PEACE!!

SPLUDGE!!!

Ok, time to post something of a more upbeat nature...
Are you ready? Here we go...

SPLUDGE!!!

Well the game though extremely enjoyable, is not very complex...

The steps are as follows,
1. The Player stands at a pre-agreed distance distance from a tree (an other object such as a post or column will suffice)

2. The Player will then throw the bottle of pop at the tree (though 1-litre bottles work 2 litre bottles are more fun)

3. If the bottle hits the tree they must as quickly as possible open the pop and attempt to drink it. If they miss you can either pass the bottle on to the next player. Or make that person continue to try to hit the tree with the bottle that is up to players.
Finally this game will most likely result in much chaos of bottles being thrown and pop everywhere.

Let the Chaos ensue...

With me at its helm, it shall arise...

From the very depths it is coming... Beware noble listener, for this is the final warning...
"It shall ARISE!!"

The time for a new group of pirates to take over bars, bowling alleys, ships, and produce stalls has come... The old pirate crew is welcome to join, but only if they submit to my tyranical rule!!! It is only a matter of time until we come for you... Prepare for battle...

Signed:

Captain G. C. Silverthorne

More Haikus, oh and I'm gonna freakin graduate!!!!

After so much bureaucratic bullshit from this university, I went into my counselling session today expecting to be screwed over by the school. Not for the first, or the second, but the thrice time it would have been done. Oddly, I explained my story. Being unable to finish an honours program because I couldn't register into class because I hadn't taken an unoffered class, then the class was full, and my appeals fell on deaf ears. I received many a run around, and basic answers of "too bad, take an extra year of school."

Believe it or not my councillor thought that was crap! Not like I made it up, but the fact I'd been kicked around by the system. She decided that the minor problems with my general degree are to be considered moot and I deserve to graduate. If any problems pop up, her and the head of the entire arts department intend for me to graduate. I am pleased... They also helped me drop a class two days earlier than it actually is today, as a favour to me, so I wouldn't get the late fees.

Two new crappy Haikus...

"They screwed me"
I've honours no more
They said no room in my class.
I won't stay a year.

"Well I'll be damned"
I thought I was screwed.
They helped me out this time. Wow!
Now I'll graduate

A couple of Haiku's

I've been trying to read an incredibly dense book for class. "Theory and Method in the Study of Religion." I was prepared to buckle down and do more reading for my reading in religion class, but I expected to be able to understand the book. I need another smaller more colourful book to explain this one.

Yes this is another student bitching about reading, but I actually do have attention and memory problems. Sigh...

But rather than drink my troubles away, or give up. I have taken a small break to write a couple of pathetic haikus...

"My attempt at reading this book"

I tried to read it.

Nothing useful was absorbed.

This class will be tough.

"Fuels only my madness"

Theories beyond dense.

My head hits the brickwall. Ouch!

I'm going truly mad.

The Rebirth of the Pirate Cult

With Grayson having graduated and his first mate having transfered to main campus the "Laurier Brantford Pirate Cult" is all but gone. Which is sadening, but I have decided for my last semester at Laurier I must at least attempt a reconstruction.

So far I've got the paperwork almost filled out, and a list of names who think it should happen, and a few loyalies for my exec and who will actually dress as pirates for events.

Cap'n G.C. Silverthorne - Club President
First Mate "Whipping Boy" Joe - Club Vice President (and webmaster)
Swagmaster Muir - Treasurer (and firstyear rep, and poster-monkey)
Lookout Crazy Eyes Dan - Secretary
Admiral Grayson - Alumni Representative (and he smells)

Why an alumni representative? Because Grayson deserves to be on my exec, as its just the way it should be. Also I'm stealing all our old pirate club ideas. The houses, the pirate bowling for charity for some reason.

The events I've come up with so far are thus...
1) Value Village - to scrounge up pirate clothes for people
2) Pirate Movie Night - Bit of a simple one (no need to dress)
3) Pirate Bowling for Big Brothers/Sister (Dressed as pirates)
4) Pirate Video Scavenger Hunt (Dressed as Pirates)
5) Pirate Night in Wilfs Den (Dressed as Pirates)
------> We may do this last one more than once if possible...

To the pirate lovers out there, especially Grayson, Evan, and Lenny - I need ideas...

Grayson has given me his blessings and threats of keel-hauling already...
Grayson, I really need you to show up man...

Pirate Club... Why not?

Oh it is you!!

When I sit down to draw things, I often intend to draw perfectly normal things. Recently my uncle and cousins were over, and I started drawing a hippie in honour of my uncle's past. Trust me he was a real pot-smokin', cabin buildin', bunny raising kinda guy in the past.

Anyway... This drawing started out as a hippie, which is why he's holding a lighter. For whatever reason he evolved to be in one of those old timey nightgowns and wearing a sleeping cap. Well, and that's where beyond my control my insane creativity decided that it wasn't having any of that normalcy. So I drew a chandelier, ceiling, and didn't feel like drawing feet.

This is just a scene of a "normal" father catching his teenage daughter sneaking into the house late at night after a party. Like most teenagers, she a sarcastic one...

Despite his robe, hat, sleeves defying gravity - whoops...
This turned out interesting...



Here's the image flipped over from the dad's perspective...


I am an odd, odd man...

Fun with Faces...

http://www.dookyweb.com/avatars.swf
With that said, I implore you to check this site out, it’s pretty cool! You can just mess around and make profile pictures of you and all your friends, and then use them for various different purposes, like blog profile pictures! But beware! The beard and hair colours are blended together, so you cannot make my actual face. Grrrrr!!