ashwink14: Five years and beyond

I wrote this in the course of an hour about: the meaning of life, pulling a Cartman, and some other stuff.
1:30 p.m. on November 18, 2007

Good afternoon, readers! How be you doing? I'm fine.

I finished my Sociology paper yesterday after about 4 hours of work on it. It's about 3 pages. It's all right, I think it's pretty good, it's not great, but it's good. I think I'll rather like writing the Children's programming one, because I'm gonna record said episodes, and then work on it over 2 days or so.

My grandma and I made brownies which are baking in the oven as we speak. They should be gone within about 48 hours. I know what I am like and I know what the others in the household are like. I love chocolate. I mean, for most women, that's the meaning of life, chocolate and shoes. Need I point to The List of South Park? The whole thing was all about shoes. Of course, I only wear one pair of shoes regularly and have like a total of... six other shoes? Shoes aren't my thing. But, I always felt that the meaning of life was like, chocolate and sex. You know how in Kim Possible: A Sitch In Time (four year anniversary coming up!), Rufus says the meaning of life is cheese? Well, for a little pink naked mole rat, that's it. But for a young woman, it's more along the lines of education, chocolate, and sex. The Meaning of Life According to Ashley. Works for me.

That reminds me, I watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail last night. I was bored of watching South Park alot, so I popped in the DVD. That movie is just freaking hilarious. It's so random and odd. I adore the French Taunter. So many great lines, which is why I love it. The lines.

Guard: ... Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?
Arthur: Not at all. They could be carried.
Guard: What?! A swallow carrying a coconut?!

Dead Collector: Bring out yer dead. [Hits gong]
Large Man: Here's one.
Dead Collector: Ninepence.
Old Man: I'm not dead!
Dead Collector: What?
Large Man: Nothing. Here's your ninepence.
Old Man: I'm not dead!
Dead Collector: 'Ere, he says he's not dead.
Large Man: Yes he is.
Large Man: Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.
Old Man: I'm getting better!
Large Man: No you're not, you'll be stone dead in a moment.
Dead Collector: Well, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations.
Old Man: I don't want to go on the cart!
Large Man: Oh, don't be such a baby.
Large Man: Well, when's your next round?
Dead Collector: Thursday.
Old Man: I think I'll go for a walk.
Large Man: You're not fooling anyone, you know. Isn't there anything you could do?
Old Man: I feel happy. I feel happy.
[The Dead Collector glances up and down the street furtively, then silences the Old Man with a whack of his club]
Large Man: Ah, thanks very much.
Dead Collector: Not at all. See you on Thursday.
[They see Arthur Ride through town]
Large Man: Who's that, then?
Dead Collector: I don't know, must be a king.
Large Man: Why?
Dead Collector: He hasn't got shit all over him.

And all through the movie, people are like, "I'm not quite dead yet, I'm getting better, etc."

Dennis: Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Arthur: Be QUIET!
Dennis: You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
Arthur: Shut up!
Dennis: If I went 'round, sayin' I was an emperor, just because some moistened bint lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away.
Arthur: Shut up, will you?! SHUT UP! [Grabs Dennis and shakes him]
Dennis: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!
Arthur: Shut up!
Dennis: Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! HELP, HELP, I'M BEING REPRESSED!
Arthur: BLOODY PEASANT!!
Dennis: Oh, what a giveaway. Did you hear that? Did you hear that? That's what I'm all about! Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?

Bedevere: Good! So, how do we tell whether she is made of wood?
Peasant #1: Build a bridge out of her!
Bedevere: Ahh, but can you not also make bridges out of stone?
Peasant #1: Oh, yeah.
Bedevere: Tell me, does wood sink in water?
Peasant #2: No, no, it floats. Floats!
Peasant #1: Throw her into the pond!
[mob roars in agreement]
Bedevere: No, no, no. What also floats in water?
Peasant #1: Bread.
Peasant #2: Apples.
Mr Newt: Very small rocks.
Peasant #1: Cider.
Peasant #2: Gravy.
Mr Newt: Cherries.
Peasant #1: Mud.
Peasant #2: Churches! Churches!
Mr Newt: Lead! Lead!
Arthur: [has been silent in the background] A duck.
[pause]
Bedevere: Exactly! So, logically...?
Peasant #1: ...If she weighs the same as a duck... then she's made of wood.
Bedevere: And therefore...?
[pause]
Peasant #2: A WITCH!
[mob roars in agreement]
Peasent #3: Here's a duck.
Bedevere: We shall use my largest scales. [Peasents 2&3 set the duck and witch on the scales and hold up very large mallets] Remove the supports!
[Having been revealed to weigh the same as a duck, therefore proving her a witch. The crowd goes berserk.]
"Witch": It's a fair cop.

King: Did you kill all those guards?
Lancelot: Um... oh, yes! Sorry.
King: They cost fifty pounds each!
Lancelot: Well, the thing is, I thought your son was a lady.
King: I can understand that.

(Saving Galahad from Castle Anthrax, a castle filled with 16 to 19.5 year old beautiful blonds and brunette girls)
Lancelot: We were in the nick of time. You were in great peril.
Galahad: I don't think I was.
Lancelot: Yes, you were. You were in terrible peril.
Galahad: Look, let me go back in there and face the peril.
Lancelot: No, it's far too perilous.
Galahad: Look, it's my duty as a knight to sample as much peril as I can.
Lancelot: No, we've got to find the Holy Grail. Come on.
Galahad: Oh, let me have just a little bit of peril?
Lancelot: No. It's unhealthy.
Galahad: I bet you're gay.
Lancelot: No I'm not.

Arthur: [holding the Holy Hand Grenade] How does it, um — how does it work?
Lancelot: I know not, my liege.
Arthur: Consult the Book of Armaments!
Brother Maynard: Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.
Cleric: And Saint Attila raised the Hand Grenade up on high, saying, "O Lord, bless this Thy Hand Grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies into tiny bits... in Thy mercy."
"And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs, and sloths, and carp, and anchovies, and orangutans, and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats, and large chu — "
Brother Maynard: Skip a bit, Brother.
Cleric: And the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once at the number three, being the third number be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it."
Brother Maynard: Amen.
Knights: Amen.
Arthur: Alright then...One, two, five!
Galahad: Three, sir!
Arthur: Three! [Arthur tosses the grenade and blows up the rabbit]

I love the movie, but the end is a cop-out. The Knights are arrested by Present day cops. WTF? Yes, one killed a historian, but dude!

I also got the last shirt I ordered in the mail yesterday. Yay for the mail. LOL.

Ah, how I adore Kyle.

Anyways, so, like, you know how Kim Possible ended in September? Yeah, since then RS.net has gotten like... less populated. Slowly more people are leaving. I'm even posting less. Two summers ago, I'd post like 200, 300 posts a day, now it's about 5 to 50 a day. But, really, how much is there to talk about now that Kp is over? Nabu's even sort of leaving. Well, his allegience to the board is still there, but he's practically gone on to Avatar message boards. And, dude, I totally understood. Look at me, I've practically abandoned Kim Possible. I'm all about South Park, it seems. Which isn't that bad, because it's a good show, has good messages, and is fuckin' bad ass. I mean, all it would take is for me to get over my fear of joining new forums (which I'm really not into, I usually tend to stick to one forum for years, Kiara's Sahifa from 2001 to about 2004 and RS.net on and off from 2004 to 2007), find a good board for SP (there's at least 3 good ones I know about), and I'd do the same. I'm not ready, of course. I've still got that attachment to RS.net. I mean, I still have to go there first thing in the morning. I still love posting there. Well, I suppose it's the same with darling Nabu, but hardly anyone posts anymore. And I'm not into the fight for five.

I gotta say this, if we got a season 5 for Kim Possible, you know what I would do? I know this sounds blasphemous for a KP fan to say and selfish and Cartman-like, but I would do a Cartman, go to Disney Channel studios, and do what he did in Cartoon Wars. I mean, dude, I love KP, but the show is over, it's time to let it die before it becomes Power Rangers or Pokemon. My cousin Whitney is a Pokemon fan and she tells me how bad the new stuff sucks. I would much rather Kim had gone out the way she did in Graduation then go out with horrible ratings and a crappy season.

For some reason I'm slightly depressed, too, but dude, understandable, I get like that on occasion. I tend to get depressed a little bit and then get over it.

P.S. If you look carefully, you'll notice I added South Park to my love list and took Will and Grace off. I love the show, but not that much.

Anyways. Also, my family finally got around to going to Jack in the Box yesterday night. Jack in the Box came to Corpus Christi last month. It was okay. I suppose I should try something else before I make my full decision. I mean, they rock because they have 2 menu things in the drive thru. One before you get to speaker so you know what you want before you get there. Cool. I'm a Sonic and Whataburger and Mickey D fan though. Whataburger was born here in C.C. so it's required.

I'm also thinking about changing the blog up again before the 6th year anniversay. By the way, I'll just have a little random "Happy 6 years thing" for my 6 year blog-anniversary next year. 6 years is not as cool as five. I mean, it's one year more, but I deal with multiples of fives on things like this. That's why I was so excited to turn 20. That's kind of how OCD I am. I like multiples of five and even numbers. I mean, same layout, of course, but different pictures. I mean, it's still so Kim centric. One KP pic would do. I should just change it up in general. I can do that in December, because I've got a month off after my tests. I can do a lot of stuff over Winter Break. Such as:

*Writing Quotes of the day through January 2009.
*Watch all of Kim Possible episode, while writing one quote from each episode, for when I have the KP three month quote spree for the quote of the day in late 09 to early 2010.
*Write a bunch of random shit.
*Whine.
*Play with babies.
*Piss off my grandma, which is something I excell in.
*Eat
*Pretend to be a pirate.
*Star Wars movie marathon
*South Park marathon
*Golden Girls Marathon

So, this week is Thanksgiving. I dunno if I really care. Cuz I dunno what's going on. I just know I have 2 classes canceled this week on Monday-Wednesday, and no classes after that. And then stuff.

Thought/Quote of the day: "Kim Possible was about two feet tall, with fiery red hair in pigtails parted on her ride side, some freckles on her face, and wonderful forrest green eyes." -- Narration, Kim Possible: Their First Christmas Together by myself, January 2006

Word of the day: cepheid

Hakuna Matata.

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