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Now I must warn you that this post may rub some of you the wrong way. Of course if I intended to make everyone happy I would be talking about puppies and springtime, so obviously your reaction to this blog is not really all that high on my list. Nevertheless, you are still reading at this point, so I will try to be as gentle as possible, just not to anyone who really likes Sandra Bullock. Actually, I don't really have anything against Sandra (I'm just going to call her Sandra from here on out because there's not really anything anybody can do to stop me). My gripe is more with her judgement in the choices of movies that she is making. Perhaps she really trusts her agent, and her agent is making these decisions, but ultimately Sandra must be held accountable. I just saw the DVD of "The Lake House" a few weeks ago, and just the other day I saw a trailer for "Premonition". In both movies she plays a character tangled in the web of time. In both movies she finds that time is not on her side. Now for all I know, "Premonition" is going to be the best movie of 2007, and Sandra's going to get her Oscar. I hope she does. Unfortunately I have already seen "The Lake House" and I have absolutely nothing nice to say about it. Well maybe I liked Sandra's character, and maybe it was nice to see Keanu and Sandra back together, since "Speed" was a fun movie, and their chemistry was good in that movie. Maybe I liked the,.. No! I'm not going to do this! This is neither the time nor the place to be writing commentaries on film. My point is that Sandra just made a movie about twists in time, and she shouldn't do more of the same. The only way this would work, is if it turns out to be part of a trilogy. In the third movie, Sandra finds that she has already made a movie about wrinkles in time, or has she really? Maybe this is her first movie about love seperated by eons, she just thinks she's already made two of them. It could take place while she's filming "While You Were Sleeping", and it's her who wakes up from the coma, to find herself... Well you get the point, I don't want to give away the ending. Now if she reads this, and takes a little bit of action, she'll get that Oscar.

Are there any original ideas?
Isn't everything we think
and say a product of an
enviornment that was
created by others?
Seriously, if we honestly
aknowledged all of our
sources, our citations
would far outweigh the
material itself.
Back in High School they
tried to teach us to use our
own words, why would
you use your own words
when someone else has
better words?
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters
Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles

It's good to be Edwardo, and here's why: My mind is my own. Now I know what you're all saying, or thinking (hopefully you're not talking to yourself, but if there are others in the room I completely understand that you would be reading my blog aloud, as everyone would surely be interested to hear what I have written), you feel as though your mind is your own as well. I sense some doubt and hesitation in your response. Perhaps you even have some sort of ideological explination for not really thinking that your mind is your own, or maybe you truly are in denial and at this moment do believe that your mind is your own. I know better. You see, I was just at this new Sprite web site, now it doesn't really matter where I just was or what site it was, what does matter is that I'm here now, and so are you. The thing is, that even though we're both here (or all of us, if there are others listening to your narration), I am somewhere else as well. I mean while your mind is devoted to reading my blog, mine is off galavanting or something, perhaps I'm even sleeping right now. I may be the first person to realize that I can be at two places at one time, which only strengthens my case for my mind being my own. I feel saddened by the thought that most likely you will either sit and contemplate, or debate amongst those there with you about what I have said, but unfortunately I can not be there with you. You see, I'm somewhere else too right now, and I've got more important things to think about. Goodnight.

Being that this is my ninth blogging entry thing, I thought it would be fitting to comment on the number nine... How many times was Ferris absent in the past semester? Nine times! Nine times?... Nine times. Or, how about the song that begins "number nine, number nine, number nine..." I just recently listened to Revolution 9 for the first time, backwards. The last thirty seconds or so hint at what could have been an amazing Beatles song that as far as I know was never made, listen closely. Of course nine upside down is six, and six upside down is nine and so on and so forth, it's like a "magical" number or something... and get this, if you multiply nine by any other whole number, that sum will be divisible by nine... every time, seriously. Try it, you'll see.

I hope that the title to this posting is not misleading, if you find that it is, you are most probably an idiot and should take it as a sign not to blog anytime in the, well ever.

My Purpose in writing this post is this: I don't have the time anymore to read blog pages or any other web pages that are written by idiots. Isn't that what television is for? Seriously, if you went to Cental Park and saw some chipmunks playing with some squirrels over Spring Break, what makes you think that this is worthy to occupy cyberspace? Even worse than that, you took a digital picture of this "cute" display of nature, and then you posted links to an Alvin and the Chipmunks fanclub! Perhaps I don't really care what you do in the privacy of your own home, with your own time and your own digital camera, but the moment you make this information avaliable in the public domain, you risk me stumbling across it accidentally and wasting valuable seconds before I come to the realization that those seconds were completely wasted and I can never get them back.

So here's my solution: Next time you go to Cental Park, take a journal and a nice Polaroid camera. Write down everything you see, everything you smell, hear and feel. Take plenty of pictures and mark them "Memento" style. Tape the pictures cleanly into you journal and then immediately dispose of the journal in one of the many conveniently located trash receptacles there in Central Park. Then when you come home, pretend that the whole trip never happened, and try reading blogs and, well just get rid of you keyboard, it's too much of a temptation.

I don't generally take time to watch (even less to talk about) movies, but here is the link to what is quite possibly going to be the best movie ever... http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/nacholibre/internet_lg.html
Maybe it will just be the best movie this year, or maybe it'll be alright. Just watch the trailer already! Smurf out.

I'm too busy to actually design and build a time machine, but I have come up with a more practical approach. I had been thinking about this for a little while, then I saw Superman again recently and it just reaffirmed my idea. It all has to do with the rotation of the Earth and the International Date Line. If you were to go from east to west along the Equator, traveling just fast enough to go around the Earth in 24 hours, once you hit that dateline you're in yesterday. The only problem is that it took you 24 hours, so it's really just today again. But let's speed things up a little bit. Head the same direction, doubling your speed, go around the Earth in just 12 hours. Now you have gotten to yesterday halfway through the day. Ya, you've missed half of the day, but you get a whole extra half a day. And face it, the afternoon and evening is probably what you want to repeat anyways. It is also important to note that if you work your way closer to the North or South Pole, this trek around the Earth will go considerably faster. Of course this can work in reverse as well. Say that you are really looking forward to "Mission Impossible III" like I am. Just get on that plane and head from west to east, before you know it the Summer will be here and Tom Cruise will be kicking some... well I don't want to give anything away, but it's a sweet movie!

It was really just a trickle, but lo and behold, the people have spoken. Seriously though! Do you all think that a blog page is for holding your own personal conversations? Perhaps the first one or two responses to my previous blog had something to do with the blog, then you guys went off into never-never land! Here's an example:

Edwardo writes: I think that yellow is an underapreciated color, which tends to get a bad wrap due to a cetrain fluid that it is associated with... Discuss.

Ben Responds: (in the comment section) Yes Edwardo you are right on, I couldn't agree with you more, personally I like yellow and I painted my car yellow last weekend.

Nathan Replies: Cars are so coool, one day I'm going to buy a car.

Natedogg Replies: I was just outside and it's straight-up dark outside, what's up with that?!

Now, I must first say that I have absolutely no idea who Nathan is, and I think I know who Natedogg is, but that's a subject for a whole other blog. Do you get my point though? If you want to talk to someone you know, give him/her a ring. If you want to use up space on my blog page, read what I write, think carefully about what I've said, compose two or three rough drafts, and then if you truly think that you are worhty feel free to respond.

Now That's What I'm Smurfing Talking About...