Team Bactospreaders Prevail yet agian

yesterday in micro team bactospreaders put up the PERFECT culture of colonies. oh yeah. thats us. boo to the binary buddies for trying to imitate the partnership of us bactospreaders. you cannot beat us.

the website we started yesterday is up and running... slowly... i'm going to ask some important people for advice. i hope they reply. if i could only make it like cockeyed.

summing it all up, i'd say that this semester has proven to be a success. we've started two websites, both with incredible potential, and we've had a heck of a crazy time.

now for todays thought: women are confusing. i'm not going to elaborate, i'm simply going to leave it at that. women are nuts. you know its bad when there's NOT a book entitled: "women for dummies" (or at least not to my knowledge)

So rob cockerham- i hope you can nurture my abilities so that i can make a website as crazy-cool as yours. (also elaborate on how you found the time to make all of those incredible creations)

yeah we have a webpage now

yep this is our webpage that is in conjunction wiht this blog. no, oh faithful woowooers, this will still be up, we're just expanding our market.. YOU SAW THE CHART!!!!!

i was so busy working on that new page that i forgot to make any posts on this page. but no fear, i'm doin it.

yesterday we showed our work to our micro class WOOT WOOT FOR MICROBIOLOGY.

anyway, to the REAL message of this post. i've been really tired and such this week. i dont know whats come over me. between staying up all night and waking up early, i've not gotten a chance to sleep.. what? i was thinking.. whats wrong with todays world? beats me. i have absolutely nothing interesting to say to-day, so i'll cut short.

just look at the chart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh mercy.

bill and i are here in second block enjoying some tasty doughnuts. we were reviewing http://www.cockeyed.com and realized something. this is what we need to do in college. this guy has it going on. this has been a very productive day. and seems to have his dreams lined up. i decided that i would waste away the morning hours looking at google images. i found some lovely pictures of toast and electric shavers, but none came up when i searched for duddudududududueududud
this needs to be solved!
wake up america and read the good news! duddudududududueududud!

boy if you could only see what bil is conjuring up for his post later this class period. it shall be quite entertaining.

by the way, i just had a successful search for "jar of toast" and it included a picture from our friends down at cockeyed.com. this jar of toast did sit on my desktop at home, but now it has been replaced by a flying mustang.

PLEASE COMMENT ON TODAYS POLL

YES OR NO?
What color is your socks?

! I forgot to start my English paper!

Yep, it happens to the best of us. Whereas Will likes to call this phenomenon Work-Time Expansion, I like to call it, "Oh piss! I forgot to start my (Insert Project that you haven't started yet)." As you may have already guessed, yep, that's what I did. I mean, with links on our blog to trampoline and all those great looped toons, how could I concentrate...I guess me talking to my girlfriend and my best friend (besides her of course) at the same time also had an effect but no where near the effect that those links posed. And here I am...still avoiding that dreaded English paper where I was supposed to "observe" the carnies at the fair or the random people at the fair parade. Weirdest prompt I've ever heard of. Speaking of weird, did you know that weird doesn't follow the "i before e except after c" rule? Kinda weird, huh? (pardon the pun, hehe) Anyway, I guess i did see several middle aged women with flabby arms dancing to the glorious beat of "Mambo" from West Side Story that I can write about, so I guess I'll see you chaps later.

face the facts, man! LOOK AT THE CHART

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Woot!Woot! mascot team

oh mercy if i could ever understand women like mel gibson does

then i would be the man

and probably have a girlfriend

well thursday marks the first junior high band "trip." the youngsters get to go to russelville. you see, me, and those in my grade, never got to go to russelville. or any away game for that matter. it rained out one year and the next, the 8th graders played a role in trashing a local business establishment and succeeded in stripping us of our trip. poo.

today while playing my mind control device, i successfully defended the kansas city chiefs 25-22. what a game.

also today i thought back on a previous idea i had last year at lunch. it will definately change the culinary world and re-define the american meal. it is, simply put, mashed gravy potatoes-- you see, the gravy is in the potatoes. this would revolutionize the side-dish industry. never agian would you have to worry about stirring the potatoes when you pour gravy on top of them. you would simply scoop yourself a dallop of this wonderful mix and be on your way. it could be put into cups, into tubes, and i imagine at some point it would find it way into the capsule form. what a wonderful discovery i have made.

take that aramark

Stupid People

blah! has there ever been anyone who just gets on your nerves and you can't really pinpoint the reason? ya, that's what happened tonight at the wonderful conway vs central game bus ride home. we'll call him john for now (not to be confuzed with jon who is crazy cool). anyway, i was talking with my best girl friend (no, not my girlfriend; although i do have one, sorry ladies...and jon) and i leaned over to wisper something in her ear and john decided to "look out for me" by telling me that heather had an 8" halo radius that i couldn't go into, and decided to smack me on the head if i did so. obviously i got smacked in the head. now you see, i've wanted to just beat the crap out of john even though he is my "friend" for a good while now because of other little annoyances (spelling?), but this one just puts me over the edge because he wouldn't let me talk with my best friend. blah!a;sldighad;sflhgdfag. anyway, enough ranting for one evening.
in other news, conway was smashed by central (0-21) even though conway played an impressive game even getting within 15 yards of a touchdown (first time for central to almost be scored on i think). woot for the conway football team.

new trampoline high schore

9800

jon youre hopeless

you need to stop playing that congflallabed trampoline game. your addicted to it. i think you should go to rehab and all that. oh well. the vilonia news just finished, it seems like the weather man doesn't know what he is doing. oh joy we are going to magnolia tomorrow (i think i spelled that right) its gonna be 3 hours of joy driving down there. just because platt thinks we dont care about playing at a college game with 2 teams ive never even heard of seems good (all he wants to do is get ppl talking about him and the Vilonia Band all over the state). gggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr but i wont run on staurday so i guess that is a plussssss

ryan, youre hot

thank you for that informative post ryan. and for the record, dont do it agian. moving on, we're listening intently to the weekly news put on by vilonia's own multimedia department. oh boy is it fun. a treat. thank you for the cookies, ryan. and thank you will for giving ryan these cookies. boy oh boy. well i went to the fair last night, and might i say, it wasn't very fun. i did enjoy the Republican Party of Faulkner County booth. for it was full of great people. big shout out to the guys down there. the Democratic booth didn't have anyone there when i went, so i cant report on the persons in that booth. but why not give them some "props" for.. well.. not being there. i say that not in a partisan manner, just in a "as a matter of fact" kind of way. just tellin it like it is. moving on, we have hurricane Jeane, about to roar into florida/south carolina's coastline. ROAR. it will eat many things, like most other ROAR-ing things of joy. LOTS OF WIND. i'm wondering why they dont just remove africa from the planet and then hurricanes wouldn't spawn of their southern-most peninsula. at least thats how i think it happens. yeah. we now move on to sports.... we have a game tonight. well thats a wrap. i will spot yo' sucka's at some lata' time

Me 

the price is right (or is it)

i've just realized that i dont have a life.. i just got an outstanding score of 8400 on trampoline, and i actually enjoyed getting there. i cant believe it. what have i become. just kidding... except for that part about 8400. i worked hard for that. quintuple back tuck man. whatever. well you've gotta check this out:
http://www.homestarrunner.com/talky2.html
thats truly amazing. i'm glad that we've gotten this website back on the right track- the narrow road. but channel one has stopped rambling with ALL REQUEST THURSDAY!, and class is starting.

woot woot

i really like this name better than the other..... no offence jon...... anyways its seems kinda like a new beginning even though it has been up since september. i havent posted anything in a very long time because i havent had the time to. AND DONT TAKE DXM ACORDING TO CHANNEL ONE, THEY WILL TRICK YOU OUT IN ONE KIDS WORDS! yeah channel one is on and they think they are really professional.

A Glorious New Page

I'd like to start off my first blog post...ever!...with a tribute to Will. Through his wit and overall domination of the English language, "The Thrill" has delighted us all. Although I am greatly saddened by my missed change to post with him on Woot!Woot! (i.e. woowoo), formerly known as Y.I.D.G.I.E., I am well please that he will still be posting on WhoTOMP.
Anyway, enough of that mushy stuff. As Jon said in his earlier post, it's time for some C-Way flavor!
For my first issue I wish to discuss, I will rant and rave about Conway High School's administration and the District in general just for you folks not in the know about C-Way. Our infinitely wise administrators have decided to implement the *bump bum bum* academy system in Conway's schools. This system isolates children into a line of study from which they cannot escape causing children to cement themselves into one career path. This is only a minor problem; however, the main problem deals with the academies themselves. I can see it now, the Math, Science, and Engineering academy thinks itself better than the Medical Academy, possibly because of its cooler toys, maybe just a better name. This will no doubt cause feuding betwixt the "tribes" of Conway High School. First, name calling; Then, Poo Flinging. Before we know it, total and utter chaos in the halls of one of the most architecturally crappy designed schools (we have several hexagon shaped pods that lead to excess walking and no windows). Many have tried to explain this to the "sages" of CHS, but to know avail. I hope all you V-town kids are fairing much better than the captives of Conway High School.

An emotional good-bye

well.. i am struck for words. i do not know what to say. i can only say one thing, being this:
Will,
I am glad you have discovered your true blogging talent and have moved on to start your own. May i extend an invitation to make your "WhoTOMP" (HOO-Tomp)and Y.I.D.G.I.E. partners in this harsh world i like to call "cyberspace". but, as you cannot keep a caged bird.. well.. caged, you also cant leave the cage un-attended. in other words, you have inspired me to bring to this blog a revival. sort of a "recommition" to the blogging world. Will, i truly wish you could still be on staff here, but there are those lining up for your position. to make a long story short, for the next while (until i am satisfied) we will be hosting "try-outs" for wills former position. yes, will can still post on this page, he just will not "officially" be on the staff. which is fine, will needs his time to focus on his own blog. being an admin is a harsh, brutal war agianst "nonsense commenters", and "hey it didn't workd." i wish you the best of luck will dougherty. you go and expand your work time.

Jon Phillips

onto a lighter note. our first candidate for the unfilled chair (so to speak) has been a friend of mine for quite some time. he will be bridging the gap for us, reaching out to Conway (for it is where he is from). yes. a conawayian. no slanders please, and may i now present to you: Ryan Adam Bonceff. (or RABs)

Work-Time Expansion, Pt. Deux

What's up everybody -

I apologize for my recent (well, since I started) lack of posts, so I'm announcing my change-of-position here at buckets-of-joy. From now on, I'll just post every once in a while, or maybe I'll just post once a week/month, whatever... At the same time, for you Will-fans, I'd like to take this opportunity to announce my fresh, new solo-blog, "Who Took My Pants?" @ http://whotookmypants.blogspot.com, now known as "WhoToMP" (HOO-tomp). I know you're all very saddened by this news - but, hey, we birds just got to spread our wings and fly, you know? It's been a wild ride here, and I've picked up a lot of blogging experience - And, besides, Y.I.D.G.I.E. has been and still is Jon's baby. So, kudos to the Y.I.D.G.I.E. team thus far, and quasi-farewell - FOR NOW! Mwah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha... Yeah, that's it.

well now hargers class we are in

well now that we're in mr hargers class, this post will be extra special silly. why extra special silly, you ask? because we are in mr hargers class. peaches is here to say a few words:
Thank you jon. I appreciate the time to say what's on my mind. I've been experiencing several interesting things here in Micro...(curtisy of Mr.Phillips)...and I would like to say what an experience it has been working with you and Bill in the NAME OF SCIENCE. Thank you...back to Jon.

that was a hoot. boy that peaches... man.. what a guy... thank you for that inspirational segment. yes.... thats right. inspirational.

moving on, we have Kristen setting up for the "youth alive" meeting.. oddly enough, in mr hargers room. PEPTIDOGLYCOPHOBIA. well anyway. i dont understand why we need so many signs, but hey.. pizza for all.. thus, http://bucketsofjoy.blogspot.com™ will now be endorsing the vilonia branch of "youth alive." we appreciate them for putting up signs.. and giving us pizzza. (notice that extra "Z" in there.. its the extra "Z" that makes all the difference.. its that extra "zing" that makes the extra "Z" make that difference)

well that was a waste of time.

what post on this blog actually has content, will?

i have to admit, in the past few weeks i've been caught up in that whole anuptaphobia thing and i havent been making the best posts. but i HAVE posted every day. anuptaphobia did not take that away from me. i dont know if i'm exactly over it, but i have gotten more wiser aboot the whole thing. wise beyond my weeks. in other words, i think i'm going to try that whining thing, i mean, you cant go wrong with making up a story. (or can you, dan rather... oh yeah... i went there) but seriously. i opened up a can of soup, and i said "there isnt any chicken in this can of soup." i then called the campbells soup company and after much debate and arguing. i finally got my response. i was redirected 5 times, i had to tell my story 7 times, i had to be rigorously questioned twice by the same man, and i finally got a response. finally after all that hoop-alah, i got my answer. they said to me "sir, we dont put chicken and noodles in our tomato soup." i couldn't really argue with that. moral of the story: even if the soup has the right label, its probably the same on the inside, soup companies are good about that.

jon, you have so much to learn

Oh, jon, when will you learn that posts must have points to them? True, you have posted well-nigh every day, and that's commendable. But, my friend, you need content. Or, make stuff up, like this part:

Whoa, did you guys see on the news how a giant clam ate this guy off the Japanese coast, and they had to use the jaws of life to get him out? He was all half-digested when they did, and the clam was put down with a shotgun. Dang.

See, kinda like that.

Of course, this post has no real content - Curse you, hypocrisy!!!

you know what, i cant really think of a title

you know what, i cant really think of anything to put in this post either. i haven't been able to think about a lot of things the past few days. all caught up in this anuptaphobia thing. its starting to get to me. i dont understand what i should do. paper or plastic. such a choice. what?

will, you have so much to learn

now i do have to admit, defend your castle can get a little rufstrating (what) but not until AT LEAST level 22. i did lose my game yesterday. i cant recall my score, but i died on level 25. the "ultra barbarians" just keep coming and coming and when there are around 17 that come at one time, you need more than just something whipped up from the good ole manna pool. i do have to agree, however, that the new being endorsed by bucketsofjoy.blogspot.com (™) is TRAMPOLINE. there is a link for this new ultra-game on the bottom of our sidebar. we hope you enjoy. thank you for allowing me the opporitunity to clear up any confusion about our endorsement.

i are of drama

I apologize for my recent lack of posts - this is due, obviously, to my near-constant nightly residence at local party-spots. And Baskin-Robbins. But I digress.
Today, it was officially recognized that I am one of the current 3 (soon to be 6) members of the Drama Club Planning-Committee... I'll let that sink in for just a moment.

...

Yeah, so anyway, Me, Peaches (Micheal White), and Mackenzie Kelley are the current members, and 3 more (not in the Drama class) will also be elected. Yep. I hope you're as excited as I am!
To be sure, I, along with the other members of the DC (Drama Club) admin., will assuredly lead the organization headlong into the new Century™! Whoo.
... (Caution: Rant Ahead.)
In other news, the game "Defend Your Castle" (the link is on this site) is, though fun, fundamentally flawed, and here's why. Sure, at the lower levels, it's all roses and daisies to fling the one or two little barbarians and maybe get an archer or two, but at around levels 12-14, the system breaks down. New converts don't get made fast enough (a speed upgrade would be welcome), ALL of my wizards and/or archers get wiped out every new level around 10 or 11, and "unit-upkeep" gets too expensive too quickly. This wouldn't be so bad, with the relative ease of dealing with all of the barbarians by hand, but once all of my units get wiped out before level 14 or 15, it leaves no protection against the deadly Ultra-Barbarians, which can only be killed by my one or two wizard spells, which take forever, for lack of wizards to cast them. Jeez! I feel like Pierre Bernard from Conan O'Brien's "Pierre Bernard's Recliner of Rage." Nothin' like obscure trivialities.
Peace out.

the coolest game ever i do believe

TRAMPOLINE

did the channel one guy just complain about living quarters in a hurricane shelter?

Oh joy. A present. Let me guess, you picked out yet another colorful box with a crank that I'm expected to turn and turn until OOP! big shock, a jack pops out and you laugh and the kids laugh and the dog laughs and I die a little inside.

Wesley Willis is the BOMB

Rock on chicago.. duracell. i'd like to bash this tv in right now. channel one came on. agian. oh my word, "i dont know why" just started playing on my computer. i'm not proud of that. its giving me a seizure. seriously. its freakin me out. yeah. i've come to grips with my dreams and have decided to just go with it. yeah. see what i mean. random deep thoughts just keep coming out of my fingers and onto the keyboard. bill is now back from his cross country meet. run forrest. i mean, bill. run bill. yes, yes. run bill. why do they want me to be president? because i can name all 50 states and capitals in under 3 seconds... "aksldnf" (peter, that was nothing but a random noise made from the back of the throat. what?) well i'm going to go now. cheryl crow or whoever sings that God-forsaken music has found pity on the ears of america and made an end to the racket. good bye.

hobo steve and the angry campers

let me tell you all a story. there was once a man and a boy. well thats enough of that. anyway, as i was saying, i'm not fat will. its getting close to winter. papa bear has to stock up for the winter for hibernation (a.k.a. enterprise 1&2) cortislim is not recommended for those who are pregnant, nursing, or have a history of being (FAT). i bought family guy season 3 on dvd. it has the best episode in the world on it. (to live and die in dixie) oh my word i laughed my foot off. i cant believe it. i'm thinking about that jenny craig lady. maybe she's got something. pay out your (cavity) for fancy tv dinners and run like its the end of the world. that just SCREAMS skinny. oh man. all that walkin i had to do today made me sweat. but then agian, so does most physical activity. what? oh well. i had mr mccain for caps today. oh man. that guy. ooooooooh man. (for a tasty snack, why not try goobers peanut butter and jelly) since we had caps today, we HAD to miss out on channel one. OH DARN. i cant believe that they just stripped that away from us like that. GEEZ.
watch where you throw that bag of mess.

footy badger

its pretty stupied but badger badger badger and footy badger are so awsome i have to talk about it. even though it keeps repaeting and might get anoying after a while i still like it with the semi techno beat and all you should check it out it on the links

Bite Me

Haha... But, seriously, Mrs. Kincy (my zero-period AP Calc. teacher) got bit by an "alleged" brown recluse spider some time this weekend, and she was all woozy, and we all told her she was gonna die. Long story short, we didn't get new homework, and I had already done my homework for that day anyway... Pretty funny stuff. The last bit, not necessarily her being bit by a spider. Well, okay, both parts are pretty funny. Haha...

Ahem... Oh, and Jon, you need to lay off the sorrow-induced snacking - you know that fat and grease is going right to your thighs. Hello, CortiSlim™!

That's it for today. Peace out.

dont throw trash out the window, children!

yeah it was a good weekend. i figured that i'd spare my personal dignity and not go to ihop to further stalk this female who has stolen my heart. no no i decided not to. i thought better of it, and decided to get some french onion dip and ruffles (original with ridges) and eat 'til my hearts desire. i did get a chance to play football on my devise and i won 136-3. but who cares. dignity spared.d

Procrastination (Or, "Work-Time Expansion")

This post is meant as a means by which I can avoid working on my English paper for a little bit. Yes, it's due Wednesday, and no, I haven't typed up a rough draft yet, but hey, I'm blogging. Don't get between a man and his blog. Sucka.
Which brings me to my next point, "Work-Time Expansion." This has been researched and noted in several respected medical journals, which is why I'm telling you, the uninformed public, about it. It is basically illustrated by this: "For any worker, the time given to complete a task is directly related to the amount of time the worker will use to complete it." Thus, the more time I'm given to write this paper, the longer I will take to do it; the opposite is also true (less time given, faster work). This must be the intuitive human laziness at work, as I'm sure I'll get my paper done at this point, but I'm sure as heck not going to get it done early - why, that'd be plain Un-American!
So, to all you procrastinators out there, don't fear: it is not your own laziness, but a proven, undeniable natural law that causes you to slack off!
Hoo-ray. Back to work....

Gather 'Round, Kids! Gramps is Tellin' a Story!

Well, for today, I will relate a story I heard from one Mr. Dickey in 2nd period today. Kinda funny. See if you like it - I can't quote it word for word, but I'll try to give it as a summary, written from his perspective.

So, I went on this cruise with my family for 7 days around Europe. (Class: Ooh, awe...) This one time, We were in Paris, and we lost our kid, but found him in like 20 seconds after we realized he was gone. you see, we were in the subway, and it's like 3 levels of subways, and we were really scared, then this black woman pulls him (my son) around a corner with her and we found him. But, anyway, (chuckle), that's not the real story i was going to tell. So we're in Venice, and what's important to know about Venice, anyone? (Class: ... it's on the water?) Yeah, it's got canals everywhere, and you boat around. So anyway, we were leaving, and we were in the airport. I was standing next to this black woman with big, crazy hair who's like an inch taller and about 150 lbs. heavier than me (Mr. Dickey is like 6'0" and about 180lbs). She's pretty massive, and she's smackin' on gum the whole time, and I'm thinkin', "dang, i sure hope i don't sit next to her." But I did anyway, and I found out she's from Nigeria. So anyway, we get to the escalator and... you all know what an escalator is, right? (Class: uh... Oh, yeah.) Good. Well, i thought, you know, this is Vilonia, Arkansas, and ... well, anyway, we get there, and She's got this big flowing dress on that reaches the floor, and she's got this big bag of stuff. Well, you know how there's this flat part before you get to the part that goes up? well, she left her bag on the front part, and gets on the moving part. Well, she remembers, and turns around and bends down to get it, so her butt's like filling up the whole dang entrance of the escalator, and all I can see of her from where I am (towards the top). So THEN her big multicolored scarf thingy gets caught in the escalator, and her feet keep going up with the escalator, and screams some stuff in Nigerian, or whatever they speak in Nigeria. This guy runs over, and they stop it, but that has to be one of those real funny moments that just get you right here, every time. Haha hahaha ha....
(the end)
Well, there you go. I better go get ready for the big game tonight (V-town vs. Hot Springs Lakeside, WORD UP!!!) and whatnot. Peace out.

we now have links

yeah this wont be long because i've spent all period editing our template so that we can have links. i hope that you all enjoy them. i spent a long time trying to figure it out. now i will go play defend your castle!

aboot time for some more ale, eh?

i've decided to post something deep and meaningful. so here goes. comment to see if you like a little emotion. the sensitive side of Jonathan R. Phillips comes out, after the severing of that other side.

Cover your eyes and open up your hand
She gives me time, I give her all I am.
All the way down, like hourglass sand.
So deep in thought... I wander.

There I wait alone for you to call my name.
How longs its been since we've conversed without pretense.
Hold me tonight, the time is now at hand.
Cover my eyes as darkness closes in.
And now my life upon your will depends.
To end this dysphoria in which i exist

A fleeting chance, your courtesy pierces
Beneath my tolerance to the bitter of regret
All the way down the familiar fence
Now a foreigner... I wander.

How is it that you should hold
In your grasp my every hope
Tell me what is like to know.
What you want is what you've sold.

Sell it all, you own your fate
Nothing, dear, takes that away
Count the cost for what you've bought.
Rewards now and then is gone.




Yeah, i've a sensitive side. (cry)

election 2004

who will win. who will lose. is kerry and edwards gay?! we will find out maybe in the coming months when the elections start this november. let us hope that there is no mess ups in the ballots like last election. time will only tell when november comes around

solong buddays

Tengo gusto de la música latina y del jazz latino, pero soy de Vilonia. ¿Qué hacer?

What's up fellas -
Today on Y.I.D.G.I.E., I think I'll try to post something meaningful - please indulge me at your leisure (or "leh'zhah" as the Brits say)

....

Okay, strike the 'meaningful' part.

Anyway, I would like to announce that I have received, this afternoon, at approximately 4:55 P.M., central-standard time, a package containing three CD's full of the best of Salsa, Samba, Mambo, Bomba, Bossa (nova), Bolero, Son, Latin-Jazz, and Guaracha (Or, collectively, "Latin") music, all going towards my increased mastery and appreciation for the art form as a listener and performer. So, now, when you all see me, ask, "So, what did you think of Palo Pa' Rumba?" or, "Isn't 'Eastern Joy Dance' awesome?" or, "Dang, Eddie Palmieri can sure tinkle 'los' ivories, eh?"
I would also like to add that I am available for entertaining any Mexican Hat-Dances or Mariachi Weddings, Parties, and Funerals, or just for a little spicy accompaniment to your next dinner party.
"¡Arrrrrriba!"

[P.S. - for the uninitiated, the title says "I like latin music and latin jazz, but I am from Vilonia. What shall I do?"]

Badger Badger Badger

oh darn

too bad that genisis capsule went to total waste. it crashed into the utah desert and totally messed up its whole pay load of data. too bad

channel one is getting old.

today i awoke with the feeling that someone had taken a dull meat cleaver to my hamstrings. GEEZ. there's been a slight change of plans. i cant figure it out. i cant really describe it. when i figure it out, i'll let you know. for the meantime i'm just going to bang my head agianst the wall several times. homework is wierd, isn't it. oh well. stud. i'm having "bloggers block" today so i must appologize for the lack of interesting content in this post. i guess i need to just throw in the towel.

channel one is getting old.

teas

asdfasdfsadf

GIVE ME A CHANCE AT LEAST!(BEG)

i've been notified that our website was featured on a website that displays all the most hip websites. something like that. so to all of you viewers, and the staff, will bill and jon, congradulations! america salutes you. as does the french guianna, but they are a little more "soft spoken", if you will. and will, your critical error in mixing up the tuts really caught me off guard. i was not thinking of young pharoh boy tutankamen, i was thinking about his 6'5" counterpart. there is no way an 18 year old could take stalin. he's the man. iron man stalin. now lets put him up agianst pomegranite. now thats a battle

CLERICAL ERROR ALERT

I apologize for my slang-ish ways. In my recent coverage of the Stalin-Tut battle, I was gravely inaccurate to always refer to the latter as "King Tut," when I should have clarified somewhere therein that it was in fact the Egyptian boy-pharoah Tutankhamen, not to be confused with the obscure and short-lived Burmese war-lord, King Tut the Savage. I say this not with the idea that one would confuse Tut the Savage to having that big gold head-thing, but that Tut the Savage would have easily beaten Stalin in the first round, being over 6'5'', and over 250lbs, while Stalin was only a 5'9'', 180lb Soviet honky, and Tutankhamen being a mere manling of 18 years, 5'10'', 150lbs. I hope this clears up any confusion. Peace out.

Haiku Korner

What's happenin' -
Today I'm going to resurrect an old classic - the Haiku Korner. From now on, it will be a periodic feature here on Y.I.D.G.I.E., and I hope all you kids dig it. Here goes:

Monkeys surround me -
bananas, they smell on me;
I fear for my life.

Please feel free to post your own haiku's as comments to this post, and in the future, Jon and/or Bill may publish their own "Haiku Korners". Enjoy!

darn. i lost 5 bucks

man, i had the coolest post on here, but i got a "there were errors" message. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT???? man, i was bashing that channel one and they're stupid reporters, i was tearing down their staff, man i was going at it. that message had true substance. that breaks my heart. i'm sure it does yours too. geez. this is just CRAZY. speaking of hearts, i think i'm back on the mend. i'm gettin there anyway. i'll catch you guys later, the army is here to get me.

nice match stats

seems like stalin always had the uper hand since he is a commi and all. any way i dont have any ideas flowing in the noggin yet to make anything but i am still thinking. but ill try and come up with something soon.

darn. i lost 5 bucks

well channel one is on... go figure... the army is also here... i'm quite scared. on top of that i'm trying to communicate to bill on how to post on here. OH BROTHER. keeping up with all these children. GEEZ. oh, and to that cute channel one reporter that comes into my classroom every day: NO ONE CARES ABOUT MT. RAINEER OR WHATEVER. REALLY, WE DONT. STOP TALKING ABOUT IT. WE DONT CARE ABOUT ITS DRAINAGE, WE DONT CARE ABOUT ITS TRAILS AND WE DO NOT CARE ABOUT ITS PLANTS. WHO FREAKIN CARES IF THEY DIE. oh but its ok, the student conservation assosciation (teachers pets) came to the rescue. and these people make the news. they dont give a darn about the people here at Y.I.D.G.I.E. who give you the REAL news. the OTHER side of the story that no one hears about. rather than report on whats important, THEY report on those who get put down. oh my goodness. SOCIETY TO-DAY. can you believe it? i surely can not. now THATS an intro. now lets get to the meat and potatoes of this story. my plastic heart cannot love. what? no? i'm on the mend at least.

Let's get ready to Rummmmm-bbbbllllllllle! (Or something similar)

As promised, here are the final results of the match: Stalin wins with a submission in round 12 and a knockout in the 14th round, to Tut's 2 submissions, in the 9th and 11th rounds. The picture has been posted below.

Oh, and, good for you, Jon. Just follow your heart... not Carol.

Tut vs. Stalin 

channel one is on. hip hip hooray

today begins the brief period of depression before the blocking-out period begins. but hey, she is 2 years and 13 days younger than i am... thats 13 days past the deadline for robbing the cradle. and she wasn't my type. its like will said, if she WAS my type, she would've liked me. i got this all figured out. but in all reality, i do not have this figured out at all. oh why bother. these women. they mess with your head man. beware

ironmonger- n. [ME irenmonger: see iron & monger] [Brit.] a dealer in hardware (i'ron mon'gery) n.

thanks will. i appreciate it, budday. i suppose it wasn't too bad. i mean i accomplished my goal of speaking my mind. cant do much more. its all good i suppose. moving on, yesterday i could not post. thankfully i had will here to take the proverbial reins and ride this horsie. i was in kirbyville, MO, visiting my family. sounds fun? it was. i dont have any homework. no studying. all things added together with a rockin' SingleMinded concert at Vino's, i'd say this weekend was grrrrrrrreat. i even got to watch family guy.

and will, i've got five on tut.

Whines and the Whining Whiners Who Whine Them

Oh, you. That's what you get for dealin' with them darnded sophomores. Dang. They'll tear you up. Believe me, I speak from experience - and you were even trying with a more hospitable chick than I was! Oh well. Don't let these inter-class hurdles tear you down like they did in Victorian England, as I well know. But, hey... ignore her for the next semester, and she might go to prom with you!

Okay, that's enough of my ranting for this week. Stay tuned for my next post, when King Tut battles Josef Stalin for title of Mud-Wrestling Historical Figure Champion of the Eastern Hemisphere™! Who will win? Find out next time!

i feel like crying

will.. that was truly touching, man. no "m's" to be found. i cant believe it. on a more serious note, i did it guys. i told her how i felt. now, i'll tell you how i feel... i feel as though i've had my man parts removed by a rabid, flea-ridden dog. thats me, just tellin it like it is. the moral of this sad true story: if you step out on a limb, theres always a chance of falling off and hanging by your toenails for long periods of time before the firemen come. *(snifl)*

A Delightful Day at The Library (Brought to You By The Letter L)

Yeah, well, I had to go do some research up at the ol' UCA library today for my English/Victorian Era paper today... And, no, I don't have anything better to do, thank you very much. So, as I was saying, I went up there, walked in, and I noticed how incredibly loud my joints (the parts where my bones come together... jeez, grow up, guys), pants, and backpack were as I nonchalantly strolled in and among the rows and rows of books. Really freaky and awkward. Oh well. So I looked up "gilbert sullivan" (my subject) and got the stuff: ML410.S95 663 1969, and ML410.S95 W76 2001. Dang. So found the L's and the N's... went to where they met.... and nothing. No M's to speak of. Half an hour and two floors later, I found the Music library behind the H's in the back corner of the first floor. Walked in, greeted by some poor college chick who got stuck working there on a Saturday at 1 in the afternoon, and made my way to the back and got to work.
Dang, I must have sneezed about 50 times while I was taking notes and stuff--they must line their books in asbestos or something. Anyway, I got my stuff and left. Got a Frosty™ at Wendy's©.
I hate libraries.

Dun-da-da-DAHHHHH!!! (Pomp and/or circumstance)!

Greetings Blogsville, USA! This is the infamous Will Dougherty as mentioned in the recent post "it is now today." Yes, I asked Jon for his Cinderella wig. However, is it so strange I would ask for it, considering Jon is the one who shelled out the moolah for it? Besides, it's for Melinda Haley, who is in my drama class. Something to ponder.
Anywho, I am now part of the "yeah i dont get it either" family, i.e. "bucketsofjoy.blogspot.com Ltd." I'm sure you're as excited as I am.
I'm not as lucky as Jon to have a computer class every day at school, so I can't guarantee my own daily column, but I'll sure as poopy try.
That's it. Oh, and Mrs. Fulmer liked my sexy poem. The end

random family guy quote

Random Family Guy Quotes

it is now today

i know you guys were just thrashing out irrationally after yesterday's "no-post". i've already addressed that, so talking about it wont be necessary. im goin bowlin tonite. bash some pins. has anybody ever wondered why bowling is so expensive? why (on quarter nights) the bowling is a quarter, but the air hockey is 75 cents. YEAH I DONT GET IT EITHER!?!?!?! i wish i had some jelly beans. artifical fruit. will phoned me this morning on my mobile and he asked me to bring my wig. what does that have anything to anything do with anything, you ask? let me spell it out for you, just because i'm that kind of guy. will dougherty + cinderella wig = BUCKETSOFJOY.

DUDE I SO GET IT NOW

pine&apples(i.e.pineapples)

DAILY HAIKU

hamburgers are great
snausages are made for dogs
i like swimming lots


reasons to study chinease poetry

1. ...

well, the channel one girl is pretty

but that doesnt matter. lets stick to the issues. i did not make a post yesterday, and for that i appologize. i send all of you dedicated viewers my sympathy. I am truly sorry. so, lets pretend that its yesterday, when in fact it is today, but i will right in the way that suggests that it is today, but its really yesterday that i'm talking about, just doing it on the yesterday of tomorrow. right. there's a hurricane in florida YEAH RIGHT. they're just saying that to draw attention off of the green party convention. wait, no. yidgie

What is channel one

yeah im in class and the tv came on and it was this retarted news show and it was just totally lame yet we have to watch it EVERY DAY why do we have to watch this stupid thing so much when its so freaKIN stupID i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it does anyone else have this problem about poorly made news programs suddenly appearing on YOUR tv? you'd better go check it out. yidgie