Man, that stroke really did a number on Dick Clark. He's not really a robot anymore.

Bad news - remember Blue from Old School? He passed away wednesday from natural causes.

http://www.upi.com/NewsTrack/view.php?StoryID=20051230-012359-5630r

'Old School' actor Pat Cranshaw dead at 86

FORT WORTH, Texas, Dec. 30 (UPI) -- Actor Patrick Cranshaw, who played the elder fraternity brother "Blue" in "Old School," has died in Fort Worth, Texas. He was 86.

Cranshaw died of natural causes Wednesday at his home, the Dallas Morning News reported Friday.

Cranshaw was a popular character actor but his star really rose in the twilight of his career with roles in "Herbie: Fully Loaded" and the "Air Bud" movies.

But it was his scene-stealing turn as "Blue" in the hit Will Farrell comedy "Old School" that turned Cranshaw into a bonified Hollywood star, the newspaper noted.

Cranshaw could hardly go anywhere without hearing Ferrell's signature line from the film, "You're my boy, Blue," his daughter told the newspaper. "It's like he became a rock star in his 80s."

Cranshaw had recently returned home to Fort Worth from shooting another installment in the "Air Bud" series.

He is survived by two daughters and one son.

You're my boy, Blue. You're my boy. :(

stole my most recent Rage post.

I'm watching CSI: NY right now. Half the technology they got there, I am SURE doesn't exist. It does make for decent melodramatic TV though. What's cool though is when I recognize music they use during those scenes when things are zooming in on shit and they're wiping things with Q-Tips and everything. I remember once they had used There There and Myxomatosis by Radiohead, sans lyrics, and then the beats to Bloodstain by UNKLE. Yeah, it was cool.

They were just hitting a pig's carcass to find out what murder weapon was used.

Damn.

Shit, I thought I just closed this window. That would've been the second time tonight -- and I would've lost all this important text that I'm filling out here.

I haven't been sleeping well at all in the past few days. I know it's a recurring thing that I keep bringing up, but it sucks. My sleep is all unbalanced and I'm tired across the day. Doing things like focusing on my Game Boy make me drowsy and then bam, I'm asleep. But yeah, most of the time I'm playing Final Fantasy IV, so a lot of time is spent walking around forests fighting monsters to raise my character's stats (NERD ALERT!!!!!) I'll get myself all fixed up sooner or later though, with sleep I mean.

whoa my mind wandered there. I just took a break from writing out a post and then bam, it's half an hour later.

might as well wrap it up.

happy holidays!

47 is a magical number. 47 plus 2 equals 49. 47 times 2 equals 94. 49 and 94. 94 and 49. The relationship between 47 and 2: It's magic!

47... Isn't it a coincidence?

My friend Rick saw King Kong. I asked him how it was, and he had a few choice words:
"Go see it now."
"Screw Spielberg, Peter Jackson makes him look like a student filmmaker!"
"Go! Now!"

There's so much snow outside! I decided to go out there and take a picture.

Yeah... take a picture... riding a Tauntaun...

From this month's LHA Blindspot Newspaper:

dammit. i have this song written, and i have all the chords and the music done, but i can't think of a second verse or anything. it's so short.

what do i do??

God dammit, my dog has gas tonight. I have my shirt over my face and everything, it's horrible in this room.

I bet if I lit a match, the windows would blow out.

I want to rip my hair out and eat it, this is so frustrating.

Somehow I thought it'd be happy, and fun and everything. I thought I'd be grinning like an idiot like J. Jonah Jameson here:

But no. Instead, I'm dealing with late articles, insanely bad grammar, and incompatible text files. I'm a bit like J. Jonah Jameson here. Click the pic to get an idea about what I think.

But I don't hate the job. That's the strangest part about it. I still enjoy what I do. Maybe it's because I feel pressured by last year's newspaper. I feel I have a standard to live up to, and I'm afraid that I might not be able to.

But I've got the whole day to work on it. Here's to hoping I don't crash and burn.

Hehehe, you know, when I think about it now, it's almost like the first pic is laughing at me.

Here's a scary thought:

Think about all the times where you've gotten into a near-accident. Even something simple like stumbling down the stairs, or slipping on ice. All the times where you cross the street a little early, and then run out of the way of a truck that's way too close, or brush up against the side-view mirror of a moving car. Think about all the times where you've told your friends about this, and said "Man, I coulda died."

Scary, huh? I thought about it, and I had this long list of those moments. It really makes me think, y'know?

holy shit -- what a night.

Define stupid:

I figured the reason I wasn't getting underway with my history essay was because I was too addicted to the internet, so I unplugged it.

I opened up Firefox again, and clicked the search bar at the top right... and remembered the internet was off.

Absolute. Genius.

Come to think of it, maybe this is why I'm getting skinny (skinnier?).

Sleep's escaped me once again. I'm sorta mulling around, avoiding sleep like I always do. That's right, avoiding. A friend of mine made me realize that whenever I'm not sleeping normally, it's only because I'm making myself NOT sleep. Like I'm being rebellious or something. She was probably right. I do have a lot of nights where I just don't sleep, even when I try to. The nerd of me drove me to look it up on Wikipedia, the probable causes of insomnia.

Removing probable causes of insomnia

• Sometimes lack of sleep is indicative of an emotional problem that's not being dealt with. If a person is not happy with their lifestyle, or they are putting off problems that should be dealt with, it can often result in sleeping trouble. Just as the human body has nutritional requirements, all people have social and environmental requirements. Sometimes more social activities can help.

I wonder about this one. I spent my day today talking to Sruti about the past 5 years, and man, it was like a ... wake up a call, in a way. To all the different sides of me that I never let out.

• If an alarm has been set, avoid looking at the clock during the night and cover the display if necessary. This prevents mental calculations of how much sleep has been lost so far and how little sleep can be obtained before the alarm will sound. Accepting that the amount of sleep obtained can only be determined upon waking, not while waiting to get to sleep, may also be beneficial.

This one is accurate. I found I was able to concentrate on sleep better when I hid the screen of my alarm clock. The light is fucking GREEN for Christ's sake.

It could also just be because I spend my nights in front of a computer doing essays and stuff.

But anyways...

Every time I write something, and I'm tired or drowsy, I start scribbling like a maniac. My writing gets worse than it already is, which is an amazing feat. Anyways, what's funny is how you can tell how many times I fall asleep on the page. There's always this point where my handwriting gets smaller and illegible, and then there's a streak across the page where my body stops and I just sleep.

What's even worse is when I fall asleep for a long time, and drool on the page. That's pretty fucking nasty. And even worse, it's harder to figure out what's written afterwards.

Well, I'm gonna try sleeping.

Album of the moment:
Broken Social Scene - You Forgot It In People

Here's a sample song, one of my favourites. It's called Almost Crimes.