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11.9.05: the sky the other night was amazing. blue painted with amber and purple. the clouds didn't move. sitting in front on a pallet of rusty rolled up chicken wire looking at me like a stack of old clay pots or a hundred year old cannons that was salvaged from the shipwrecked voyages of jack sparrow. the amber and purple slowly fades over to the west. and i feel happy. happy for the first time in my life. true, pure happiness. this is the part where the guy finally gets the girl and the everyone in the theater goes "ahhh" and someone laughs, someone cries but everyone goes home happy. content. they sleep cozily in their beds. they are loved.

10.4.05: new pics from a party we had the other night. a portion of all photo proceeds will go to the save the ogre foundatio

9.13.05: there once was a man named thomas. who couldn't ever quite understand that some wurbles are stronger than others. although it was an understanding that all wurbles are the same and that there strengths do not depend on the sun, this of course was just a marketing scheme, and most people knew that some wurbles were indeed weaker than others. with that being said, thomas was not a smart man but not a very stupid man either. he however, did not understand why certain wurbles gave up after ten minutes and some gave up after twenty-five minutes. 'if the strength of a wurbles is always them same then every wurbles would give up at the same time' he thought. this of course was true, yet thomas could never figure out, that since the statement was clearly false, that not every wurbles had the same giving up point. so he devised a plan. he took a hundred wurbles, started them all up and feed them accordingly. he documented the give up time of every wurble and set them aside to recharge. the next day, he took the same hundred wurbles and started them up again but this time he feed the wurbles more if they gave up early and less if they gave up later. in doing so, every wurble stopped around the same time. he did this every day for a year, giving the early wurbles less and less food and giving the late wurbles more and more. by the end of the year, every wurble was given the same amount of food, and every wurbles gave up at the same time. thomas spent the next five years breeding and testing the wurbles, and eventually every wurble he produced ate the exact same amount of food, and gave up in the exact same amount of time. that's why thomas' whobbling weebel wurbles are the bestselling and most praised wurbles. they don't last as long as some other wurbles but last longer then others. thomas was happy, the wurbles were happy and at last, everyone could say that every wurble was as strong as the next.

9.8.05: ok, so over the next couple of days i'll be adding some stuff to the site, deleting some stuff from the site, so if anything is acting weird, sorry. and in the end of it all i will make a grand finale update.

9.7.05: a scene from my upcoming kids tv show: “Smile, kids, it’s Wednesday. And Wednesday is Pretendsday. And today, kids, we're going to pretend that I’m the devil. And we're going to pretend that you all are the wee little souls that I pick up and devour so that ALL YOUR SOULS WILL BURN IN HELL!! ... RIPPING HEAD OFF!! RIPPING HEADS OFF!! DO RE MI!!”

9.2.05: jim: "when I win the lottery...you are my chief guitar design overseer building supervisor web designer content supervisor humor provider musical interlude composer" ...sweet, i'm going to be awesome happy september!!

8.22.05: glimpses of two conversation i've had so far today... jim and i: jim: McCrillis? Isn't that a tiny shrimp? I'm glad to hear she is doing ok. Tell her you can tell the sex of her baby by her sending you a pic of her bare backend me: i'll try and bring that into conversation..."yeah, things are going good. how's your ass doing? still taut?" jim: give us a peek love colleen and i: me: aloha colleen: wassup me: did you just say "wassup" ... let me check ... yes you did ... and ... yep, that is indeed, ghetto-fabulous ... which is indeed ... yep, a big fat "no" in the books ... you are no longer allowed to speak for ... yep, ever again. colleens: haha, damn n*g*a why you gotta front? me:: sigh. damn, you're white. colleen: you dont know me! you dont know me! me:: too much jerry springer. you need to watch more family guy.

8.1.05: Hey, it’s Sam, your friendly neighborhood Ogre. And I am just calling to let you know of a new and exciting opportunity that involves the whole family. Today for several days only, you have the opportunity to have your very own House Ogre. As I’m sure you are aware. House Ogres can be very helpful around the home as well as an incredible joy to live with. House Ogres have hundreds of uses including: Guard Ogre Car Cleaner Bon Fire Tender Trash Compactor Oven Mitt Garbage Disposal Unwanted Visitor Eater Rodent Flinger Dog Trainer Furniture Rearranger Bus Stop Bully Restrainer Blanket and Babysitter! Babies always love an Ogre! “He even cooks spaghetti when I’m late getting home!” Says Jenny P. Harrodsworth of Durblinshire. And the best part of any House Ogre is that they’re free! As long as you can catch one without dying of course! Protect your family and your possessions with a House Ogre today! * paid for by the Save the Ogres Foundation *

7.31.05b: by the way...i miss you babe, i can't wait to see you tomorrow.

7.31.05: a message from a friend of mine: "hi, sam you're not a loser, and you're the best ogre i've ever met. I esp like your ogre hugs! and now i'm going to put lots of hearts and exclamation marks to make you feel extra special xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxo <3<3<3<3 bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hahaha ttys EMILY"

7.21.04: YOU GODDAMN BASTARDS! STOP TRYING TO BLOW UP MY CITY! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I'M AN OGRE AND THAT I WILL EAT YOU!

7.14.05b: i've never had to write a follow up for a post before, at least one to explain cliffnotes style a previous post. but after several worried emails asking if my girlfriend and i are having trouble i felt the need to explain / elabotate on 7.12's post. although i do most often, write about love and such this time i'm not. the post is really just about old friends and growing old in general. how things change as we get older and how it's good to sit back and think about those old times every now and then. there's nothing wrong with aimee and i, we're perfect. that line "found new ones to bask with love" that's talking about aimee. you ever talk to an old friend before? they don't always know that you might have a new person in your life. so no, i'm not thinking about anyone else. she's all i ever think about, i don't need to think about anyone else. ok? so, does that settle things. just because i have a girlfriend now doesn't mean i don't have or had any friends. aimee and i = perfect. thinking about old friends and telling old stories = fine times (thumbs up). so stop screaming at me.

7.14.05: tim's got a new shight, thank god one of us is writing them.

7.12.05: do you remember back in the day when we'd talk for hours about the sunshine, blue lights, and the fine line between death and the decline of armadillo's in southern new mexico. where did those days go. who said they were allowed to roam away from the streets that they called home. those same streets that we'd always walk down to go see a show. well perhaps, not always, but frequently more often than most. well, eventually. then we'd find time to drive some twenty miles down across three area codes to take part in the sitting, eating, often times cuddling, and watching of that which would inevitably become part of that box office gross. or wait. scratch that. what about those days we'd stay up til half past four. all the time you'd try and leave me but i'd always find something to say to make you start thinking and sleep become a myth. and our conversations never finished with a goodbye, hope to see you soon. such things were so permanent. a simple good night, or wink would suffice. so i ask. have all the good times gone to dust. wasted away in some lost forgotten lust. or have they evolved from one town to the next. from one soul to the best. it's times like these when it seems that our two worlds have split at the dreams that we once shared not so long ago. shared so close and yet we could never get a hand on. but these old eyes tried for so long and now they've found new ones to bask with love. oh. well i never intended to take such a turn. subtly harsh and yet not at all. aw but i digress... perhaps we can find sometime to kill, some beer to swill. and catch up on old times. those times when day and night were friends, not lovers, but surely not these thieves they have become since then. yes. let us do that sometime.

7.7.05: Last year I lived in London for four months. And although four months with regards to the "big picture" isn't an incredibly long time to spend in a town, it still became apart of me. I met some truly great and amazing people in my short stay and we shared times of happiness and sadness that I will never forget. It greatly saddened me this morning to hear that four bombs exploded early this morning in the city that I dearly love. And although I may not live there anymore, the locations of the attacks were very well known to me. I have not been the best of friends to my mates across the pond as I have not been in contact with many of them since I got back. I have emailed three of my friends, for I still have yet to find the addresses for the others. For now all I can say to them is that I love you all, miss you all and I hope that everything and everyone, even if in time, is okay.

6.29.05: well then, i suggest safety pins, easily bendable and leaves tiny holes. the pain is swift and not extremely intolerable but creative and clever nonetheless. and if anyone accuses you of any wrong doing, you can always point out that it's a "safety pin" and that there's no way anyone could be killed with a safety pin, and the three thousand tiny holes that now line your supervising manager's face had to be parasites because you saw him eating a truckstop blt with cheese sandwich the other day. but then one could ask "and how is it, mr. deeds, that you know so much about parasites?" and "where were you on the night of august 24, 1806?" and they might shine really bright lights into my eyes for intimidation purposes or perhaps they're just not sure what color my eyes are? perhaps, they have a eye color pool going on. and if so, i would ask "can put five dollars on tuesday?" and then he would say "i have tuesday!" and slap me in the face. and then we would have pancakes. with sausage.

6.21.04 - 9:21am: i'm currently sitting at work, eating biscuits, drinking a sprite, wishing that the game server wasn't down for repairs. i'm not clocked in so i have yet to start my work day. sitting, eating, drinking, wishing. and i've been so tired lately. i've been staying up later and getting up earlier for the most part of the past month or so. aimee has to work early in the morning which means i have to get out of the house at such times too. she has to be at work at 8:30. i don't even get up until then most days. but trust me i'm not complaining about any of this. we're moving to athens in eleven days. we being jason, tim and myself; not aimee and i. it'll be fun to move in with the guys although i'll probably only be there four nights out of the week. something huge is about to happen, i can feel it, i just don't know what it is. where it's coming from or anything. the band needs gigs. i had biscuits for breakfast and i'll probably have the rest of them for lunch. the game server should be back up by lunch so i won't be tempted to go out and spend more money that i don't have. it's been one of those "one day at a time" months but it's working real well for me. so i'm going to try and keep it up.

6.17.05: ok, so i haven't put up those pictures yet and i haven't saved cat's bike from totally destruction yet but i'm working on it. i have a lot on my mind right now and i think it's time to do absolutely nothing for the weekend. i'm going to do as little as possible in the fields of self-analytization, self-actualization and wallet-thining. although there's an open cousin party tonight at wild wing cafe in athens. which rerminds me i need to change the o'brien page. but that's besides the point. the point is, that "open" word, which means that anyone can come. so if you're in the area and want to have a beer (or a coke for some of you) then come by and you're be welcomed with open and perhaps drunken arms from the cousin party peoples. oh and to make a long story short. the other night at meehan's. we're playing cricket; we being jason, maggie, scott and i; cricket being a dart game, and so drunken maggie pisses semi-tipsy sam off so he decides to say "f**k off" and together with scott freakish ability to hit triple 19's we almost broke 700 points, topping out at 680. it was a grudge match til the bitter end ... when maggie threw up in her car.* *the truth with regards to any vomit related incident may or may not have been made up by sam deeds, his associates and\or viewers like you.

5.12.05: a new shight conversation. and i'm thinking redesigning, almost everything. mainly into one page. have any ideas let me know. speak now or forever hold your peace.

4.27.05: ahem. for jenna, because i don't want her to end up like all those turtles. i miss those guys. them and there little webbed feet. those were the days.

4.20.05: has anyone ever stopped to notice the musical similarities between "amazing grace" and "when the saints go marching in" ... oh and big news in fuzzytown, but i'll have to talk about that later

4.6.05: yesterday, tim and i were walking to class and i profoundly said "dude, it's cinco de mayo!" there was a short pause after which he said "because it's april!?!?" ... i'm going to attempt to go to the movies once a week and start a series of movie reviews, i think i'll probably give some reviews in retrospect as well. there will be dvd news and random movie junk as i progress with the idea.

4.2.05: man, april just kind of snuck up on me, i forgot it was coming or something.

3.23.05: [insert critically acclaimed tuesday television set here]

3.11.05: new rant and i think i'm going to redesign the site, again. i'll have to consult my board of directors

3.4.05: in between falling asleep and dying today, i managed to do this: my most frequently played songs via my 'puter, some of them are kind of funny.

2.24.05: this hizum's is fuzzy maria, tim and i think she's hot ... although we can't really tell, but the spaghetti straps and the barefeet ... dead give aways.

2.7.05: son of a batch of frizzyburgers ... i forgot about the shights' birthsday. 'twas a day 'fore last.

1.19.05: a midnight shight, have a good life, call me when you're dead, we'll get coffee.

1.17.05: sitting on brandon's couch watching "what a girl wants" ... amanda bynes ... very hot ...

1.7.05: rubbish ridculous rants rarely relieve regular regurgitation

1.6.05: a schnidbit of musical terms shightfully expressed dashed in pink ... oh, and happy birthday hannah!

1.3.05: holy crap. it's 2005. sigh. first post of the new year!! ... is a chuck!!

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