Everyone thought he was crazy but I knew what he meant...

I had gone to this random party a while back, a Lambda Lambda Lambda party to be exact. Just so we're up to speed, it was Lambda Lambda Lambda as in Revenge of the Nerds. The party I was traveling with entered, we spotted some weird kids on the 1st floor being creepy by the full bar, and some more laid back folks downstairs, adjacent to the keg. This being Gainesville, we traveled downstairs to the basement/garage. At some point, a new group of kids came in and made friends with the keg. It was clear one member of the party had gotten a head start as he made his presence known, not in an obnoxious way but in a way where you made baby steps backwards from his spinning diameter and general aura to observe and chuckle from a distance.
Right so. Once he meets us, he starts getting all excited about this website he's just discovered, Homestarrunner dot com. And he proceeds to reenact some of the short vids he's had the chance to download. Granted, I hadn't seen all of them, but I knew what he was talking about! And more over, I LOVED HOMESTAR RUNNER!! Of course, because he was slightly disturbing, I did not allow this fact to be known so as to avoid having to continue making conversation.

The real gem of the website is Strong Bad's e-mail. He's witty, He's almost charming, He loves calling you Crap For Brains, and he moonlights as a comic, which is excellently exhibited in the Teen Girl Squad.

Find the website yourself. I'm not providing the links. For one, I'm lazy. But also, this is a treasure who's enjoyability is maximized by doing it yourself, plus, it's fun to explore everything Homestar has to offer.

Go forth now, but avoid the drunken fans at fake frat parties.

Lousy Internet Connection

That's right. I'm grateful for the internet. Everywhere except at this house. I hope you burn in hell you slow computer. Burn. in. Hell.
So. I survived two semesters. Yep. Still clueless, only now I have scars to prove that I made it through. If anything, I think I'm that much closer to being a rockstar.
Sister is probably gonna kill me because I allowed the path to her public, yet exclusive, life according to a journal that is not dead, slip. Whoops. Oh well. Don't open your trenchcoat, eh?
I was surfing the, uh, livejournal community...which is basically divisible into three groups. You have your emos who write "poetic" entires, life, life, life...typical "current music?" Coheed and Cambria and other emo bands.
Then you have your NFTY kids. The NFTYites tend to include a lot of "ell-oh-ells" and "ell-em-a-ohs" because they're...just...so...cute. They write entries directed at one another (unlike the emos who write nameless entries to the people who've ruined their lives, broken their hearts, pissed them off). For the NFTYites, current music varies between Dave Matthews Band, Guster, Jack Johnson, NFTY Regional Soundtracks, Radio Pop hits, I don't know what it is about Jewish Kids en masse, but their tastes in music...well...
And then you have the Non-Descript-You can call me Emo if you Want-Like You Know Whatever Kids. I think I'm one of those. Sometimes I write entries, sometimes I don't. And belive me, it's a big step to admit that I have a live journal. Which is not to say that I'm unappreciative of someone's extensive knowledge of html, enough so that they can furnish a website that is pleasing to the NFTYites and emo kids. I am. Thumbs up and pats on the back all the way dude.
I'm just a little jealous that as long as it takes my dial-up modem to connect to the World Wide Web, another emo kid has already scripted another site in order to allow thousands of other teeny-boppers to choose a hot pink template and announce to the world, in an annoying font no less, how their love lives are going.
That sucks too.