Ty Smith

Fri, 09 Jun 2006 03:13:02 GMT

So yeah, its a been a while. Really, it has, Check your calenders, its been quite some time.

Anywho, its that magical time of year again when bastard teachers give us bastard prep assignments for bastard exams.

Monday marks the first day of exams. Ohhhh man.

There will be half days filled with commiseration and lunch dates. Children's sighs and teacher's groans. It will be a time for rejoice and a time for despair.

What bittersweet days lie ahead of us.

Tomorrow is the fun fair at Whittier (you should go). Its such a wholesome and pure thing that has been going on for as long as I can remember, and I will sure as hell be there (dominating the cake walk and shotgunning pixie stix)

Summer is soon, and child, let me tell you, this one is gonna be something special. There are so many things going for this summer. So many experiences to be had. Cars will be attained, jobs will be acquired, we'll be going to a new school (which is not really a positive thing, though there are certain people there...), there will be BBQ's, movie nights, and movies made. And of course, theres Jillian. I mean wow. Don't even get me started. Above everything else, there is Jillian.

Anyway. A little advice for exam time:

Breathe.

Take a moment to gather yourself.

Think, but don't over-think.

Take it bit by bit.

Take comfort in the fact that soon, it will be summer, and exams aren't as almighty and powerful as we make them out to be (they are only actually worth around 15 to 25 percent of your grade.

They are serious, but life goes on.

Study.

And of course, breathe.

Point is, take it easy. You only get one go on this ride, so don't take it TO seriously. Enjoy yourself.

Well, I'm off. G'night.

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 16:01:44 GMT

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!

Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me,
His Word my hope secures;
He will my Shield and Portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, Who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.

Seems like a fitting way to describe things :)

Mon, 03 Apr 2006 04:14:23 GMT

Have you ever met someone who makes you smile and shake just because they wander into your head?

The kind of person that illuminates your world and leaves you thirsting for more all because they smiled? Not even at you per say. They just smiled.

They walk in, and you lose your balance and your mind, you begin to stammer and stutter, then you stop for just a second, just a second to clear your head and thank God for creating this entity.

Its then that you can't help but smile at all of those stupid things going on in your life. The things that have caused you to punch walls and berate yourself. Suddenly, these things vanish, and for one fleeting moment, theres no one else in the entire world but you and them.

Yeah. Those are the people that wars are fought war. The kind of people that inspire nubile writers to turn Shakespeare. These are the people that are, in themselves, proof of it all. Life's purpose. God.

Sun, 02 Apr 2006 19:50:44 GMT

So,

Its April now.

April second actually. And do you know what? What was just brought to my attention? That yesterday was April Fools day. I DID NOTHING!!

Consider this a warning. You won't know when or where, but you'll know why. When I strike, it will be awesome...well...actually...I probably won't do anything at all. Or I'll take something of yours and just say "April Fools!"...which will probably be followed by me getting kicked in the face and you saying "April Fools!"

Eh. Go with what works.

I have pajama pants on. They are hand-me-downs and they look like parachute pants...minus the parachuteness. So they are just obnoxious blue pant things.

Oh well.

My Mom was getting on my case about scooping the backyard. So I did...with Eric's Snow shovel. He shouldn't have left it here since Christmas.

Spring break is soon...which is good.

Que the abrupt end with no conclusion or previous segway.

Fri, 03 Mar 2006 20:49:33 GMT

Oh well.

It was posted for a while, and no one seems to care on way or another.

I suppose I will keep the myspace, but I'm not doing anything with it, nor will I

Meh.

MySpace needs to die...a painful, elongated, bloody death.

Yes.

Sat, 25 Feb 2006 17:59:52 GMT

I HATE MySpace.

I really do.

Everything it stands for.

Now one has been made for me.

Expect nothing from it.

I hate it.

If it was a real child, it would live in chains in my cellar where I would feed it bat wings once a week. At social events, when asked about the scratching, snarling, heavy-breathing coming from my basement, I would tell them it was the plumbing. As far as the world knows, it doesn't exist.

Sure, sure, one day, it will gnaw though its nasty, rusty chains, and run amuck in the city. And of course, the National Guard will come...and shoot it...a lot...then I will drink tea. Because tea is a good way to end an ordeal.

Wed, 22 Feb 2006 17:03:59 GMT

So...

Once again, I'm updating.

This dance is getting old. This whole Live Journal thing. This is no good.

It's almost noon. I actually woke up in the A.M.

Hmn...tryin' to thinka something to inform you about...

...

It was 8 degrees out a few days ago. Day before that, is was like 44.

You gotta love Michigan.

I don't have a whole lot to say RIGHT NOW. Perhaps because it's early.

SO, instead of a lengthy tangent, I'll merely pose a question.

Wait...NO! I've got it.

YOU ask ME a question. Any question youd like, and I'll answer to the best of my ability. Oh, and if its about other people, avoid using names...or don't...I don't actually care.

3...2...1...

GO!!

Thu, 26 Jan 2006 03:15:12 GMT

One of these days, I'm gonna mean it.

Really.

It will all be over. And I'll finally be at peace.

So many burdens will be lifted. My soul will be free.

...

No no. Its nothing like that.

I, of course, am talking about quitting this filthy habit called Live Journal.

I want to go on a LONNNGG road trip. And blare the Beatles.

That would be nice.

I feel like doing something memorable. Something extraordinary.

Not here and now. But in real life.

But what to do?

Bah. Anyway...

Do you know what time it is folks?

Thats right, it's audience participation night here at Live Journal.

(answer these in order)

First on the agenda is:

Pepsi or Coke? Why?

Favorite Movie?

Favorite Song When:

Your happy:

Sad:

Pissed off:

Tired:

You need to get through your day:

What kind of car should I get?

Will you demand rides?

Will I give them to you?

Worst TV show:

Best TV Show:

Favorite Beatles Song (we all have one) :

Favorite Book:

Would you start a fight club?

If so, who would you fight, as in the locals?

Who would you fight, as in celebrities?

And now, the $64,000 question...

Who or what is God in your opinion?

More later perhaps.

Wed, 11 Jan 2006 03:59:35 GMT

?

There is treachery afoot.

Now my live journal is blue.

My hands are not.

Thus I am not responsible.

Though it is entirely possible

That I did this in my sleep.

No no no.

I mustn't start blaming myself.

I would do no such thing.

My "madness" doesn't spread to the internet.

I keep all my crazies in my head and on paper

Not online.

Therefore,

...

possibly the corporate media...?

the government?

Bah. Too obvious.

Grimmace?

Large, purple, works for Ronald M.

...

Name almost sounds like menace.

*gasp*

He IS purple

An odd color, similar to my new live journal color

It almost all makes sense.

Only...

(avert your eyes to here)

Only...

Why would he choose NOW to come out of hiding?

Why?

Alright.

There is a plan.

Fellow denizens of this spidery little place of the web...

Go out, and destroy corporate America.

Specifically McDonalds.

Break free from it's tyranny.

You are you.

Not to be controlled by a burger flippin' clown

...

Whose henchman happens to be trying to get me, your loyal Live Journal

Lackey.

But its ok

Because there are those of us who are wise to whats going on.

A resistance is building.

Join now, and support the fight.

Bring down McDonalds.

My leg is tingly because I've been sitting on it.

Mon, 02 Jan 2006 01:17:49 GMT

2006.

Sounds weird. Almost like the setting of a science fiction story.

As screwed up as our world is right now, we're obviously doing something right. I mean, we're still here right? I think we're gonna make it.

Anyway, if you haven't been able to tell from the odd sentence run ons / fragments and weird sectioning, I'll tell you, this time, it's me. I am actually updating. Mainly because it is the new year.

I was thinking earlier. About friends. It occurred to me that no matter how mad they make us, no mater how badly they let us down, at the end of the day, they are one of the main reasons why we're still here. They keep us going.

It occurred to me that I have been blessed to have amazing friends.

They rock.

Just, in general.

I love you guys.

Anywho.

Here we are, at the start of a brand new year. This is a clean slate.

So what do you want to do with it? Any resolutions?

I've never really made a resolution.

Maybe this'll be my first.

*ahem*

"My new years resolution is: *drum roll* To start making resolutions on the new year".

Maybe.

Thank you for remembering my birthday. It means a lot.

I can't help but smile at every little thing the world has to offer, and just how vibrant and alive it all is.

Congrats, friends, you saved the world.

Tue, 20 Dec 2005 02:37:21 GMT

"Just a girl like you, and maybe just a Just a guy like me, maybe we Could take a walk on the wild side Take a look and see Get up and go" Hanson, My New Favorite Band, Folks.

Sat, 03 Dec 2005 23:43:28 GMT

This is a secret photo of some jerk. Look how he points. I did not want to update. Disregard this crap-photo, and take that quiz thingy from the previous entry. Mmkay? Groovy.

Sun, 27 Nov 2005 18:30:41 GMT

Allow me to explain.

If I am, in fact, going to stop using live journal, then I feel I should leave on a better note then that last entry.

I guess it's not so much that I don't like Live Journal, as it is Live Journal is just a jerk (it dumped a bucket of cold water on me while I was walking around downtown, in 15 degree weather).

See, I have so much to be thankful for.

For instance:

It was Thanksgiving three days ago. I was able to get together with my family, and enjoy a big warm meal with the ones I love.

It has been snowing.

I love the snow.

It feels like I've done things this weekend. Which is good. I feel like I used my time well.

Oh man.

I love this time of the year. Christmas. Which also means my birthday, which should be cool.

I went sledding yesterday, up at Lamphere Hill (evidently, thats what the hill is called. I always called it "That John R hill" or "That hill behind Laser Quest").

It was a lot of fun.

I need money, 'cause I need to buy gifts for people.

You know whats crap, though? SOMEONE seems to think that I look like TWO "PEOPLE": Stuart Little, AND.......Kermit the Frog.

Ugh.

Oh, I'm gonna do something I've never done before, so try not to hate me for it. I'm gonna put one of those STUPID quiz things in here where it's just a lot of really dumb questions, where you'll only end up feeling bad if you don't know them.

But don't.

Don't feel bad.

I am a tool. And I hate the thought of this damn thing.

By the way, I stole this from Bree Kaufman. I didn't fill it out for her because A) I am an ass, and B) I didn't know some of the questions, so it would have been worse had I done it...I think... Ugh In this case, I think it's only fair if I go first, and lead by example:

So go to the link thingy

Am I Sweet?- Sometimes
Am I Crazy?- Like a fox
Am I Funny?- I have my moments
Am I Annoying?- Yes
Am I Psycho?- Yes, sometimes
Am I Daring?- Sometimes
Am I A Good Person?- As a whole, I guess

******Would You******

Hug Me?- No way man, you have cooties
Miss Me If I Was Gone?- Psh, you aint goin' nowhere without me
Listen To My Problems?-...Sorry, what? I wasn't listening.
Hug Me If I Cried?- I'd kick you

******Would You (Opposite Sex Only)******

Ever Go Out With Me?- No
Kiss Me?- No, what part of you have cooties didn't you get?
What Is My Best Feature? My laptop. It's an accessory. I have 8 points of movement. AND, I come with a scuba suit. Only $12.99

(I took things out Hehehe)

******How Well Do U Know Me?******

When's My Birthday?- On the 8th?
How Old Am I?- Well, you act like your 6...so...
What School Do/did I Go To?- Um...
Do I Have Any Siblings?- 15?
Favorite Color?- Tan?
Favorite Sport?- Your a hardcore football fan, right?
Am I still a virgin?- No, your a whore
What Do I Like To Do?-

*****If You Could...******

Give Me A New Name It Would Be?- Glenn?
Hook Me Up With Someone(Real) Who Would It Be?- Psh. Hell if I know.
Do One Thing With Me It Would Be?- Punch you in the neck
Drop Me One Piece Of Advice It Would Be?- Don't put these pathetic things in ever again

******Just A Few Questions******

What Do You Love About Me (BE SPECIFIC)?- You don't require batteries
What Do You Hate About Me (Seriously)?- Without batteries, you don't light up
What Is My Best Quality?- Your scuba suit
If You Could Change One Thing About Me It Would Be?- The batteries thing

What Is Your Honest Opinion About Me? You should cost less than $12.99

I'm ever so sorry, but my computer wouldn't let me use a link thing for the quiz, hence it is huge and obnoxious.

Make up your own answers.

By the way, Happy Holidays

Wed, 09 Nov 2005 05:03:53 GMT

Now, you get the version that isn't all true and good. I had something longer written out, but it sounded to whiny. I'm not going to be that person. The kid puts it all out there on THE INTERNET. I did that (sorta) when my cat died, and I hat that entry. It was so hokey.

Know what?

They say "fuck" over 500 times in a 100 minute time frame in The Devil's Rejects.

Why did I tell you this?

Because, I have nothing knew to offer you. I have to resort to the number of times people say fuck in movies.

I think I'm going to be even more done with LJ then I am know.

Maybe I'll throw something out there every once in a while, but don't count on it.

...

Maybe.

I hate complaining. But I feel like I have to.

Will I though?

Will I open up all of my inner thoughts to a damn BLOG!?!?

Meh.

No.

I think I'll go to bed.

I want a time machine. I have things that need to be fixed, and things that need to be skipped.

Sat, 08 Oct 2005 06:07:34 GMT

So...

Time to update.

I gotta be honest, I haven't much to say right now, though you'd think I would seeing as I haven't updated in...a while...

I am sick. Again.

It's an annoying cough (it's better then a week or two ago when I was throwing up blood. Yum, huh?)

It's well on it's way to being better though.

Oh.

Some awful news (I forgot how to spell 'news' for a second. I was gonna spell it 'nooze').

For those of you familiar with the Royal Oak area, you'd know that this city is selling out left and right. All the cool little indie joints are disappearing off the map, and theres not a whole lot we can do about it. Well, the last of the slick places in the area...just went away. Wendell's. The cool little record shop, has left the building. This was no sell out though. No no. Wendell just got tired of having a record shop. Of being the last good thing in Royal Oak. Now, all we have is the Salvation Army (which I'm sure will go away soon too. Damn charity). It all started when Dave's (the comic joint) went away. Then 'Off The Record' (music shop). Then 'Repeat The Beat' (more record shop). One by one, they all fell of the map. Then all the lofts started moving in, thereby slowly turning Royal Oak into the next Birmingham. This town can burn for all I care. I'm through with it. The last trace of any soul that this place had has died. Though, there IS still the bakery, run by a sweet little old woman. And Leo's is a cool little dive. But really, Royal Oak has lost it's meaning to me. That, and Dondero and Kimball are combining next year. I've lost my town and my school. Hurrah.

...

Sorry. Needed to rant for a minute.

Homecoming is coming up pretty quick.

I don't want to go, but I'm going to, only because it is Dondero's last. It's gonna be 4 hours of bad music, and bad food.

On a more positive note, fall is really starting to set in. It was actually kinda cool today. I could wear hoodies. Plural. I'm really diggin' this weather.

Oh, about Wendell's. On their last day of EXISTENCE, I bought a few 45's. A Modest Mouse single (Float On). A Grandaddy single (now it's on). Here's where they get interesting...Electric Frankenstein who turned out to actually be pretty good. And...Johnny Vomit and the Dry Heaves...oh come one. For the name alone, it was worth $2.

Go and listen to Scissors and Heart. They rock. What? You've never heard of them? They're new. You will love them. Go, find Chris Michael, Justin Springfield, Nik Burridge, or Mark...chandler?...to get yours. Only $3.

A final note.

There are some things in life that we simply have no control over. Things that are inevitable. But, with that, there are a select few things that we DO have control over. These things come along every so often, and if we don't do anything about them, then their gone forever. Point is, stop putting it off. Whatever it is . You only get one shot at this. It's all up to you.

Mon, 19 Sep 2005 02:59:56 GMT

Isn't it odd, that the only time people seem to show their true colors are when disaster strikes? Most recently, obviously, was with New Orleans. It's sad, but at the same time, it's a miracle.

People are strange.

Thank god for that.

Alright folks, couple of questions here:

1) top five villains of all time (fictional or non)

and

2)Where you think humanity is headed.

3...2...1...go

Fri, 09 Sep 2005 00:59:16 GMT

Hmn.

Don't have much to update about.

I have DSL now. It's just so speedy...compared to 56k

AND...we gotta puppy. Her name is Deeogee. She's an Australian cattle dog. She likes to pee on the rug.

...

Do yourself a favor, go watch the movie Crash. It is AMAZING. I will say no more about it.

I need the moneys. I need a car before school next year. I'm looking at a motorcycle for around $500. I'm around half way. Actually, I have almost $300. Havin a bike is gonna be cool.

I want to go on a road trip.

I don't like school as much this year. My first semester classes kinda suck. Like Spanish. Oh how I hate it. And they're gonna make me go on TV, on WOAK, which I REALLY don't want to do (not for spanish. This is Intro to Video Production) And my Biology teacher definitely has some evil running though her veins. I dunno.

I like EELS (the band)

"You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty"

Tell me what you are thinking. About anything. Screw this entry. You don't gotta say anything about it. Just say something. Make yourself heard.

Sun, 21 Aug 2005 04:15:16 GMT

Whoa.

Just went onto AIM for the first time in like, 6 months.

And I must say...AIM is the Anti-Christ.

I had head phones on see, and suddenly, all these terrible sounds started happening, and people who I didn't know started talking to me. Now my EYES and EARS are bleeding some kinda nasty...well...not quite...but I did start getting mad at the sound and thus threw my head phones away from me. BUT NO! "They" continued to talk, and I could hear that "BING!!" faintly.

I guess it wasn't all bad though. I talked to a FEW people whom I knew.

But yeah, here pretty much marks the next 6 months that I avoid AIM like some kind of terrible disease that makes you spray blood from any given orifice while you break out into tennis-ball-sized blisters.

I've been reading Transmetropolitan comics lately. They are my new favorite comic.

What those comics stand for is something big. Something not normally touched by comics. It deals with speaking the truth. The hard truth. Giving the people what they deserve. And I think thats important in todays society. News casts, telecaster, papers, you name it, are full of out-of-context stories that are glorified (and not always in a good way) to make the scoop look like something more than it is. Thats why these comics are so great. They deal with a journalist who publishes it like it is. It's a lot like Pump Up The Volume. Check it out.

Tue, 02 Aug 2005 02:12:31 GMT

So,

I'm back in town. Which is great. Don't get me wrong, I love the U.P and all,and I wasn't even gone for that long, but I'm sure as hell glad to be back.

I got a zippo. A real one. It's so cool. It's described as Iron and Stone.

I haven't been responding to comments too much lately. Sorry.

I shot myself in the thumb with a pellet gun this weekend. Smooth. Fonzy smooth.

Well, I'll leave you with something.

They say that for inspiration can be found by going to some serene, tranquil place. And it can. I've said so myself in the past, but it just occurred to me, inspiration comes from anywhere and anyone. I love the U.P. I love the forest. The lake. But at the same time, I love the city. Inspiration man, it's a crazy thing.

Sat, 23 Jul 2005 06:00:07 GMT

...

GGRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*ahem*

Okay. Soo... HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!

BRUCE CAMPBELL had a book signing / movie premiere earlier tonight. He signed my book and shook my hand.

*GASP*

AND, I met TED RAIMI, who, by the way, is one of the coolest folk around. Now, I'm not just talkin' about his on-screen persona. No no. He stayed afterwards just to talk to people and to take pictures. THEN, when his elderly mother had to leave, he rushed outside, and walked her to her car. This OLD woman, using a WALKER, through TRAFFIC, to her car. And there wasn't a camera in sight. This was just him being a descent human being.

Moral of this story :

Theres hope for mankind yet. Don't ever forget that. Hope, is one thing that will never die.

i'm crazy

Wed, 20 Jul 2005 20:35:50 GMT

hello my name is tyler smith and i smell. i isn't dondero stupid. hahahahahahaha just kidding. i love clowns country music rocks

*ahem* Okay, lets get a couple of things straight. Do you honestly think I'd right that? No? Good. You are correct. I'm not gonna name names. I wouldn't do that. So, out of respect for ERIC DUMAS WHO WROTE IT, I won't name ANY names. Heres to you bud.

Mon, 04 Jul 2005 08:11:41 GMT

Updating again huh?

Talking to myself again eh?

Oh well.

Honestly, right now, I have nothing to say. I'm sitting here in my UNDIES (hahaha I love that word) at 4 in the morning listening to REM. What IS a boy to do?

Sleep?

Maybe. There're fireworks in Clawson tomorrow. I think my family is going.

Uh oh. REM is over. Swing Life Away is on.

When I said I wanted to get out of here in that last entry, I didn't mean so on such a scale. I just wanted to get outta THAT and be with friends. As to ease my mentality.

Ugh. Fine. Want me to think up something a tad deep? Something you can mull over? Alright.

...

Isn't watching videos or seeing pictures of yourself when you were a WEE kid strange? I mean, it's you. You were there. Those things happened. But at the same time, you couldn't, if your life depended on it, recall anything about what happened there (generally). So, my question to you is, at what age do you think that we begin to hold onto conscious memories (opposed to subconscious)? When do memories become "solid"? Also, when you see these things (photos, videos, etc,) it's kind of like looking at a shell of yourself. (This is a thought that really should have thrown in a few sentences back). It's you, but at the same time, it's a complete stranger.

Bah.

Fri, 01 Jul 2005 22:37:13 GMT

It's astounding. how life stays so normal when your world gets shaken. Specifically, when a loved one dies. It seems like everything should stop. Like everyone should feel your pain. Our cat, Mittens, died about 10 minutes ago. I know. It's just a cat. But she had lived here longer then me. She was 17. I loved her. But you know, it's true what they say. You can't mourn their death, rather, celebrate their life. Good god, I hate July. Almost exactly one year ago today, my dog died. This damn month. At least now, we've got an entire year until another one goes.

My eyes are on fire.

For those of you who live around me, If I'm not in the best of moods for the next couple of days. This is why. I'm sorry.

Sorry, about sounding this pitiful. This is the only place I could think of where I could vent I guess.

I don't want to be here. I just want to get away from this for a while.

Now more than ever, that quote I like so much seems fitting. "When the ones we love are taken from us, the only way to let them live on is to never stop lovinh them..." Something like that. When we were coming home. it was strange. Children were playing, people were jogging, folks were doing lawn work. It was so normal. I guess thats how it should be. I gotta start getting back to normal. It's the only way life goes on.

Sorry. I've soaked this site and, more litterally, this key board with enough tears for now.

Thank you for your time.

*for Mitty*

Wed, 18 May 2005 03:27:59 GMT

So, it's been a while. I'm not even sure what to say, but I've been itching to update...well...a little...been doin' stuff. For instance, I've been grounded for the past week 'cause I got an E on my report card. AND, I got a cell phone...which is pretty sweet (The Good, ,The Bad, & The Ugly, along With Eric Clapton's Layla are the ring tones).

I dunno.

Made a short film...about making a sandwich...it's black and white...whats that? Sounds Artsy? Heh. No. I chop my thumb off in it. Guess what I'm getting at is this: I REALLY have to make another movie. No ifs ands or buts about it. Consider this a casting call. I pay well (c'mon chump).

My garage is sparkly clean now...err...cleaner then it was. Gonna have a movie-thing in there soon.

My second hour teacher, Mr. Smith, called me a smart-ass today. He deserved my being an ass. What an ass.

Oh my god. Can you believe that I have actually found people who haven't had stuffed crust pizza? In today's modern culture, thats practically a sin.

I said I was grounded. And I am. But I won my weekends back.

I could go for some kool-aid. Man, I loves my kool-aid.

The end of school is nye. Looking forward to it. But with school winding down, Kimball draws ever closer. Stupid Kimball. With it's split lunches and it's Jeff Lambert.

Scrubs, on DVD...FINALLY!!!!!!

Goodnight all.

Broken in like a baseball mitt.

Fri, 01 Apr 2005 03:48:16 GMT

So.

Couple of things.

First, oh my god. Go listen to Moby's new CD. It is....wow

Second. Had a dream that half of the student body at my school, not counting seniors for some reason, died. Zombies. You know how it is.

Third. SIN CITY TOMORROW!!!

Fourth. Audience participation.

Ahem

What is the most shocking film you have ever seen?

The film that has struck you as the most profound. It doesn't have to be your favorite per say. Just the the one that had the most impact.