December 8, 2008

  • How To Be a Xangan


    These days, a lot of people are confused, especially about their sexuality. These are uncertain times. The economy (which is based entirely on a massive credit bubble, and bubbles are pretty, amirite?) is in trouble. The obvious solution to the economy is to make it a Wikiconomy, so people could simply edit the economy. Then, we'd just edit it and change all the numbers to make them good.

    Special inside joke: That's actually how the economy works.

    Anyhow, that's not the point. That was me going off sidetracked into some other discussion entirely. It was just a bad introduction. If you tell me it was bad though, I will cry until I PUKE ALL OVER YOUR GAMEBOY. So, anyhow, people are confused, and confused about Xanga.

    When I first signed up for Xanga, I was confused about how to use it. I can't imagine what a newbie would think now, with all the new features. Then, there's the impossibly tangled ball of yarn that is the Xanga culture. The who's who, the etiquette, the secret inside joke that everyone knows except for you, and of course, how to get people to read your unique thoughts and musings (yeah right); it's all confusing. Until now.


    Let me explain how to use the universe inbox aka 'yo homepage':

    Everything is a link to something. There's even a link in the Universal Inbox that takes you to your Universal Inbox. On the right, there are the Plugz, which can divided into three basic categories:

    1. Honest descriptions of sites (Boring)
    2. The ones that try to be unique (Stupid)
    3. Mine (Really stupid)

    On the left, there are bunch of controls. Do not click these. You will end up launching a missile at a French satellite and World War 3 will start.

    On the left, under the controls are your recent weblogs. These are links to actual posts you've written, and in some special cases, some you haven't.

    Under the recent weblogs, there is a tiny picture of your Public Site. Click "edit theme" and then you'll be in the editor. Once there, you will be befuddled at first, especially if yOuR fRoM dA gHeTtO BaBii. Once you figure everything out, do one of the following things:

    - Make your fonts tiny, as small as possible
    - Make your font huge, and in Comic Sans

    In the middle of your universal inbox, you will see your feed, which shows you all the updates from sites you're connected to. It will soon be flooded with spam. The way to keep the spam down is to write angry posts every time you get unusually high amounts of spam.

    You will be regularly contacted by XangaCredits to fill out surveys. Here's what will happen:

    - You will receive a letter saying you've qualified for a survey.
    - You click it. You want credits, so you can buy the Xangamobile.
    - You are informed that you do not qualify for a survey.

    What you should do: Throw your sombrero onto the ground and yell "damn gringos!"


    Now, here's what you do next:

    - Subscribe to my blog. This is vital.

    - Write a blog. Be sure to criticize a lot of things, such as pop culture.

    - Never tell anyone how much time you spend on Xanga. If asked, the right response is: "Only fifteen minutes a day, tops", especially if you spend hours on it. The same goes for how long it takes you to write posts. If it takes you 2 hours to write a post, be sure to say it took 37 seconds. As a rule, the longer your posts are, the less time you should tell people it takes you to write them.

    - Criticize people who spend a lot of time on Xanga. If anyone does anything that requires a lot of time, tell "Well, some of us have a life." and assure them that if you were on as much as them, you'd have the same success.

    - Always comment people. If someone comments you, comment them back. It's how you keep people coming back. It's the glue that connects blogs. At least read your comments.

    - Make fun of people who leave lots of comments. They have no lives.

    - If spiders visit your page, freak out. Someone is out to get you. You know this because you watch the local news, because they said they were going to do a segment on which root beer brands may contain lead. The internet is dangerous, and someone from the Czech Republic is stalking you.

    - Turn on Friends Lock. The world is not allowed to interact with you.

    - Send out mass messages every time anything happens. People need to know what's happening with your blog. Them getting your posts in the mail everyday isn't good enough.

    - Block anyone else who sends mass messages. If you get a message that takes up more than two seconds of your time, you have been violated. You must block them and reply to their comments on other blogs cussing them out.

    - Ask for recommends. A good way to promote (A polite term for 'whoring') your site is to ask for recommends. There's nothing wrong with doing so, as long as you do it in a way that is polite and respectable to the people you're asking. Remember, they're helping you, so treat them good.

    - Bitch at people for asking for recommends. People who ask for recommends are trying to be little whores. You need to verbally crush them by letting them know they're below you. Write a scathing post, telling your readers to avoid anyone who asks for recommends.

    - Never click the 'email post' icon or 'digg this!' icons in posts. Normally, when you find something hilarious on the internet, you send it to everyone you know. In this case, though, you don't want them to find out you're on Xanga. They will ridicule you and then you'll have to commit suicide.

    - Send lots of friend requests! A good way to start connecting others to your blog is to send them friend requests. This will perplex some people, as they confuse actual friendship with networking 'friends'. Don't worry, most people on this site will accept, as they are whores.

    - Don't associate with anyone sending lots of friend requests. This especially applies if you yourself are sending out lots of friend requests. How dare they. HOW DARE THEY. Their pathetic cry for attention must be squelched, so again, burn them in a post. Those whores.

    - Time stamping is the devil. Sometimes, people update old blogs to the current time. Why is this bad? Because it's like your favorite show airing the same episode the next week but saying it's a new episode.

    - Time stamp your posts. Let's say you wrote a post at three in the morning, like I am doing right now. You don't have time to write during the day due to your professional eater training, it's okay. Just time stamp your post at sometime in the afternoon when more people are actually awake.


    Finally, establish your identity. To do that, pick one of the following:

    Awkward girl: As awkward girl, you must always blog about how awkward your life is and how confusing relationships are. Take lots of breaks from Xanga, and come back to say "Wow, things have been rough..."

    Angry guy: As angry guy, you're angry and smarter than everyone. All your posts are about much you hate everything. Trust me, people love this, and will visit just to see what crazy things you say next. Be sure not to mellow out, because then people will leave.

    Obnoxious guy: Your mission is to be as silly as possible until a hoarde of angry peasants shows up at your house with torches and pitchforks. Harassing Asian girls is a plus.

    Hot Asian girl: That is all. Just be sure to post lots of pics.

    Obnoxious Asian macho guy: You have to be muscular for this to work. Be sure to rarely show your face, but to post lots of pictures of hot Asian girls. Be sure to be as racist, misogynist and rude as possible, but then flirt with the hot Asian girls. Then, PROFIT!

    Social gal: You just post variety/random posts, but people mostly know you for just knowing everyone else.

    Hilarious Nerd: Can be guy or girl, but should use the power of "randomness" to make bored web surfers laugh.

    Troll: You purpose is to make everyone hate your guts. It makes you lul.

    Religious Zealot: You're vocal about your faith. You hit all the hot topics of the day: abortion, homosexuality, pornography, rap music, etc., and let everyone know your opinion. You end all your arguments with "That's just my opinion." AND INDEED IT IS.

    Mommy: You must blog obsessively about your young children, and post tons of pictures of them in public. You don't believe in spankings. Every time you need to do something new with your child (like potty train them), it's an ordeal, and you must undergo a massive personal crisis that ultimately "makes you a better person".

    Tormented Poet: No one understands you. You don't get the recognition you deserve, and your blog is just poetry. Beautiful words. Beautiful, beautiful words.

    Holocaust Victim: You just want to be thin! Whenever you look into a mirror, you see something hideous. You must obsess over your weight keep close tabs on your exact calorie intake. Be sure to post lots of pictures of models/celebrities who are also starving.

    Otaku blogger: You love Anime way too much. You don't watch porn, you watch hentai.

    Angry Political blogger: No matter what is happening, there will always be the angry political blogger to let us know how badly it sucks, who's responsible (always opposite their party affiliation), and how pissed off we should be.



    Enjoy your blogging.


December 5, 2008

  • What is your favorite dinosaur? What features of that dinosaur make it your favorite?

    This is like the easiest question I've ever been asked ever. The best dinosaur is obviously the Stegosaurus. I mean, Stegosauruses are badass. They don't give a fuck:

    I would seriously have sex with one of these. (I'd even take the top position and do all the work. Oh baby.) I mean, these things are sexy, like pink hoodies and rechargable batteries. Holy shit. We'd make magic all night long, the kind that turns pumpkins into carriages and brings Tim Russert back to life.

    Remember that movie "Jurassic Park"? Of course you do; they only play it twice a week, along with Independence Day and Good Will Hunting (which is a deceptive title, that made me think it was a movie about some asshole who spent all his time hunting for someone who had an ounce of good will towards him). Anyhow, I am in favor of doing what they did in that movie, complete with the slaying of Wayne Knight. That would make me smile and be all happy. Ah, Jurassic Park Island.

    I want to go to there.

    Note: Something I learned from reading "Foxtrot" is that the title Jurassic Park is inaccurate, because a majority of the dinosaurs featured in the movie were not from the jurassic period. What the hell does the word "jurassic" even mean?

    Other note: Comedy Central used to play Rolling Kansas all the time. At first, I thought it was stupid. But they played this movie all the time, so I watched it and the jokes became funnier over time the more I thought about them. I then ate all the food in my neighborhood and I'm not sorry.

       

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November 15, 2008

November 14, 2008

  • A Letter To My Future-Self

    Dear Myself (in the future),

    Hey. How's it going?

    I hope you're doing good.

    I'm doing pretty good. Not much has happened lately.

    So, anyhow, there's something I'd really like to discuss with you. Maybe you remember what happened earlier today? I was just walking down to the mailbox, when out of nowhere, a massive portal just opened up in the sky, and a time-machine came flying out. Of course you know this, because you were in the time machine. Then, you came out of the time machine and said I had to stay away from drugs and some guy named Peter Nelson.

    My only question for you is: Is he hot? lol, just kidding. I'll try to stay away from drugs, but in return, future self, you have to do me a favor. I mean, I'm not the type to just take orders from future incarnations of myself. I'm the type who makes deals.

    Therefore, remember that thing that happened in the park that one time? Well, I want you to use your time machine to go back and prevent that from happening. Now, obviously, since I'm still writing this letter in the present, it means you just totally ignored me. You're a bitch. Seriously. You have time-travel capability, and yet, you won't help me out. So, guess what? Since you're not going to help me, I guess I'm going to hang out with Peter Nelson and start doing some hardcore drugs.

    HA!

    Love, Myself (from the past)

    xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

  • Which Guinness World Record would you love to set or break?

    I want to hold the record for Most Crayons Eaten in 10 Minutes.

       

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November 12, 2008

  • top 15 things 2 do in WAL*MART

    1. Get boxes of adult diapers & randomly put them in peoples' carts when they aren't looking.

    2. Set all the alarm clocks to go off at 10-minute intervals.

    3. Make a trail of orange juice on the floor to the rest rooms.

    4. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone, "I think we have a code blue in house wares," and see what happens.

    5. Put some M&M's on lay away.

    6. Move CAUTION WET FLOOR signs to carpet areas.

    7. Set up a tent in the camping department, tell others you'll only invite them in if they bring pillows from the bedding department.

    8. When someone asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask, "Why won't you people leave me alone."

    9. Look right into the security camera and use it as a mirror while you pick your nose.

    10. Dart around suspiciously while humming the theme from 'Mission Impossible.'

    11. While handling guns in the hunting department ask the clerk if he knows where the anti-depressants are.

    12. In the auto department practice your Madonna look using different size funnels.

    13. Hide in the clothing rack and when people browse through whisper "PICK ME! PICK ME!!!!!"

    14. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker assume the fetal position and scream "NO! NO! It's those voices again!"

    15. Go to the fitting room and yell real loud....."Hey we're out of toilet paper in here!"


    Note: No, I didn't write this myself. Geez. I just thought it was really funny, and I was cleaning out my blog, saw this and updated it. You're welcome, Niez_cho.

  • 鼠标是上帝!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111 ^^

    我喜欢在火车骑马 ^^
    手淫鼓励我!!!!
    你可能感觉到爱吗????????
    我有勇气 ^^
    我看见我爱的一个男孩 !!
    他的皮肤的颜色是紫色的 ^^
    他使得我笑?????/
    他跌落很多!!!!
    他经常自渎 ^^
    我们在工厂共同工作 ^^
    当我看见他的时候我哭泣但是微笑!!!!
    他向我问是错误的 ^^
    我告诉他那没什么东西 ??????
    我告诉他我失去我的三明治!!!!
    他不相信我!!!!!
    我踢他的阴茎^^^
    他着手地和在哭泣 ^^
    我的生活是完美和充满笑声 ????


November 10, 2008

  • Cats Ruining Porn: Celebrity Edition!

    You assholes. Why do you make me do these posts?

    The internet has changed the Hollywood business a lot. Now, if you screw up and do something embarrassing, anything embarrassing, like dropping a piece of fruit at the grocery store and then putting it back, there will be a picture of it on the internet the next day. Guess where you find such pictures? Blogs. So, say for example, you're Sarah Silverman and you decide to clip your toenails in your car. The next day, you can read 37 comments that say things like "omg she so ugly", "wtf that nasty she shuldn't do tht in public", and of course, the completely necessary "id still bang her".

    Note to the actual Sarah Silverman: I was just giving an example. I don't think you actually clip your toenails in public.

    So, because of the internet culture doohickey, the internet is being filled with pictures of naked Hollywood actresses, who then become jerk-off fodder for strangers. How creepy is that? Unfortunately for the internet, I exist. I've sent out a platoon of highly-intelligent cats, who are trained to ruin all your fun, you pervs. Of course, if you're a guy, you'll probably hate this post so much that you'll puke. But, girls, and especially Hollywood actresses... you're welcome. Muahaha.

    Enjoy.


    Let's face it. You skipped the intro and will never read it. Shame on you. Literacy kicks ass.

    This is Paris Hilton. She doesn't like to wear underwear with skirts, because god-only-knows-why. This adorable kitten, however, has saved the day.

    Porn status: Ruined.

    Take that, Paparazzi.

    Vanessa Hudgens has been saved by Mr. Tabbykins and now High School Musical is now wholesome and untainted again, but unfortunately, still sucks.

    Actually, it kind of sucks more. Hm. Weird.

    At the risk of being eaten, this brave cat ruins a photoshoot of Lucy Liu.

    Oh, Lindsay Lohan...

    Yes, a tiny cat is saving her from showing her vagina to the universe, but she's still smoking while drinking a beer, while reaching for a lighter, exposing herself near some bald guy in a nightclub. There isn't a cat big enough for that, not even a fucking bengal tiger.

    There is this, however, a cat big enough for Kim Kardashian.

    Yes, that's Jennifer Aniston.

    Alright, now at first glance, you're probably like "Huh?" but let me explain. That top is see-through, and I wonder if she bothered to, I dunno, look in mirror before going out!? Thank God for cats.

    See-through Status: Nullified

    Thanks to this brave calico, you will not be seeing Eva Longoria's boobs today.

     

    Paris Hilton's flashingish ways are contagious, however, Pop Queen Britney Spears was just spared humiliation and shame, thanks to Dr. Snuggles.

    Finally, I've never understood why guys are so obsessed with Jessica Alba. I'm not going to say she's not pretty, because she clearly is, but what is it that makes her the number one choice when you ask a guy (and some girls) "Which Hollywood celebrity would you poink?"

    But you get nothing. NOTHING, I SAY.




    Disclaimer: Read this disclaimer carefully, because if you don't, that would be really irresponsible of you, and you would no longer be qualified to raise children. Some of the supposedly 'nude' pictures provided in this post may or may not be fake ('fake', as defined as 'total bullshit') and therefore, to be safe, you should naturally assume that they are all fake and that there are no socially-reprehensible bits of human anatomy that are being hidden by well-placed, but poorly cropped felines. Therefore, the contents of this post should be regarded as fictitious on every level possible, and should be taken as a reflection or denominator for the character of the persons mentioned and shown in this post. Scientology is fake.


    Yo,

    On a scale from 1 - 87, with 1 being 'highly intelligent and insightful' and 87 being 'tasteless drivel of the worst kind and I hope you die', how stupid would you say this post was?

November 6, 2008

  • Let's just ban straight marriage in retaliation.

    That's right, let's get together to make Proposition NINE: a nation-wide vote to ban marriage between a man and a woman. After all, we need to protect the sanctity of non-marriage, otherwise, all of our neighborhoods will be burning piles of ash.

    Just think: whenever a couple gets married in this country, they get divorced, which leaves horrible scars on the children. Then they grow up to be drug dealers. Eventually, this process will repeat so many times that everyone will be drug dealers, and 100% of our GNP will be from crystal meth. Obviously, we can't let our societal fabric be destroyed like this, and therefore, I say we prevent this by not letting marriage happen altogether.

    It just makes sense, right?

    If you're a fundy who refuses to see that I'm kidding because there is a large porcupine in your colon, I recommend two things:

    - lighten up

    - Schedule a doctor's appointment to get the porcupine removed

    What I proposed isn't any more ridiculous than saying letting gays get married will destroy the American family and make God hate us. "But, it isn't natural to have two parents of the same sex!" you may say. You know what though? Let's just say, by some freak chance that you're 100% right about that. I'd still rather children have loving parents rather than having none, unless of course, you conservatives are big fans of government-run welfare and social programs.

    Finally, by being opposed to gay rights, just set yourself against this and therefore, can never win:

    So, right-wingers, stop being such hoebags.

November 5, 2008