I have to start this blog with the best news of perhaps my life. I was given Volume 1 for Valentines Day. It's hard to believe that I haven't watched all 4 DVD's yet, but I've almost seen 3 of them and I'm loving every minute of it. I often wonder why I love it so much. Probably because they (Pinky and the Brain) represent opposite ends of spectra of which I'll never be a part. I've always held a staunch philosophy that most of the time (certainly not all of the time) there is a perfect middle-o'-the-road way of going about things. But it doesn't mean I don't enjoy the antics of Pinky and the megalomaniacal endeavors of the Brain. So, what's new in the life of CTMJ? Well, in school I'm building things. Yes, I'm practicing how to become an actual contributing member of society. My dad wants a trellis for his garden to make it that much more beautifuller, so I'm going to create the nicest trellis this world has ever seen as I have mastered the fine art of Tungsten Gas Arc Welding (or TIG). I bought $40 worth of steel that is now rusting outside of the Crabtree building. I'll laugh if no one steals it.
I also have to do a Plastics project so I thought I'd make myself a couple pair of snowshoes. Unfortunately, the aluminum alloy I want to make them with will cost about $100. Is it worth it? Am I really going to find time go snowshoeing? Am I really going to find that special someone who cares about me enough to traverse a trecherous mountainside and then turn their bodies into a projectile on the way back down?
I need an internship. Anybody got one for me? I have got mad skillz; for instance, yesterday I cleaned my bedroom without incident. I'd like to see YOU clean my bedroom with or without incident.
The last crazy thing I'm attempting to tackle is to play Flight of the Bumblebee on my viola. I looked for a copy at the MAD Library so I could listen to it before I played it and we didn't have it. But what we did have, and I should have guessed, was a rendition by the tuba. I don't know much about playing the tuba except that you probably need substantial lung capacity as well as lips with wickedly well-oiled hinges. Maybe I should switch instruments. My lips need to be doing something if they aren't kissing girls.
When I started this post I thought I had some cool things to say. Now I know I was wrong. Wait! Yes! I went to my friend Lexi's wedding reception. Never in my wildest dreams did I think wedding reception could be so amazing. It was the first time in my life using valet parking. The country club was gorgeous and my favorite part--THERE WAS NO LINE! I hate lines. People were just mixing, mingling, and enjoying whatever with whomever. Brilliant. It was also great to see the whole Maxwell family. Most of the time I see bits and pieces of the family. Lexi looked absolutely gorgeous of course. And their whole family looked happy unlike so many other weddings I've been to where the look on their faces say "Am I at a funeral or a wedding?" My only complaint was that I was too stupid for words and took my date out to eat before the wedding so I couldn't eat any of the food they had. It looked better than most 5 star restaurants. I'll be kicking myself forever.
My sister Ashley is next. I begged and pleaded that she use them as an example of how to do a good wedding, but my mom insists on having a line (of which I refuse to be part) and Ashley said she would rather start her marriage out with a decent couch and living room chairs rather than feed people something other than what elephants get at the circus. Oh the tradeoffs. I offered to do the food so it might be better than that, but I can only do so much for 350 people and a budget of $12. Bah humbug.
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I knew the day would come when you got a blog. You are also a masterfully creative writer (especially with words like megalomanical or whatever), so I will be sure to visit it often. Hey, Ben and I will use the snow shoes until you find that special someone. Or, we can both fill in for that special someone so that you can get one hike in before the snow melts.
I knew the day would come when you got a blog. You are also a masterfully creative writer (especially with words like megalomanical or whatever), so I will be sure to visit it often. Hey, Ben and I will use the snow shoes until you find that special someone. Or, we can both fill in for that special someone so that you can get one hike in before the snow melts.
I didn't know Ashley was engaged! Congrats to her. And good luck with the food. And the rusty steel. Sounds like fun.
Charles, I think that both parts Pinky and the Brain live inside you, which is why you enjoy the show. Your constant desire for power, wealth, and fame (which you articulate with your "I want to own a large company that contracts with NASA because it's impossible to own NASA, you twit") is forced to share space with your raging id which fights Russians, riverrafts in the dead of night, and raps to Eminem in his vending truck in the middle of campus. So, while you pay lip service to moderation, you really are a dangerous mix of Brain's egocentric rational genius and Pinky's irrational lunacy. The perfect brew for a supervillain.
Charles! Get to work! You know that massive welded artifacts make wonderful wedding gifts. And while I don't know enough about pop culture to even start to comment on Pinky and the Brain, I'm sure you'll find some way to interpret "Flight of the Bumblebee" in rusty steel.
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Charles! Get to work! You know that massive welded artifacts make wonderful wedding gifts. And while I don't know enough about pop culture to even start to comment on Pinky and the Brain, I'm sure you'll find some way to interpret "Flight of the Bumblebee" in rusty steel.
" This blog does not allow anonymous comments."
Charles, you'd better start welding! You know that massive steel artifacts make fabulous wedding gifts: static art for front-room installation, extending to the dining room and functioning as the table (the functionality is part of the artistry). And while I don't know enough about pop art to even start to comment on Pinky and the Brain, I will point out that we both know "Flight of the Bumblebee" and that an interpretation of Rimsky-Korsakov in rusty steel would be utterly astounding.
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Apparently you're a communist. Seriously. Moderate this, you red commie!
You've gotta let the comments fly. You've just gotta.
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