Scripts of the Revenant

we have been having some great weather down here. it rained for about five to six days straight. it was a warm rain, but i spent a good deal of time in it- i love rainy days. the sunny ones are ok. but though we were blessed with rain, the overblessing came in the form of flooding. but i will take that over a drought.

odd thought- though i am not a big fan of contractions, some of them seem out of place in sentences when they are broken down, and one seems all wrong to begin with. for example, 'doesn't he understand?' (does not he understand?), just seems odd. and what about 'won't'. 'won't' is supposed to be for 'will not.' seems like it should be willn't, if you follow the pattern for the others (shouldn't, wouldn't, don't, doesn't, can't...)

and what a great phrase i hear more and more often, 'i hear ya.' when one utters it, there is no need to listen or even pretend to care. if i hear you, which i do, it is good enough. what a phrase. i will make much use of it when i can.

my mother came down to q-town. it was an odd time. i had a terrible childhood, so it is very hard to welcome someone like my mother into my house. hard to be welcoming altogether. call me terrible, but it is hard to be nice to someone who has been dreadfully terrible to you for most of you life. but i acknowledge the effort, so my best was done to receive it and be as cordial as possible.

on a better note, my nephew called. he is just shy of 5. he remembers people's phone numbers, not tons, but a few. the call came up as dan- but it was my nephew screaming, 'boobies, boobies, boobies.' yes, i am a great uncle, that kid is a riot because of me. he wants to do everything i do. when we were in disneyland, i had my picture taken with snow white. i was gabbing her boob (it was a statue), and we were both smiling. and ever since, ethan screams boobies when he sees me, or calls me. what a kid.

posted by billiam at Friday, June 30, 2006 | Permalink | Comments

i am selling my older ipod to a friend, for a real good price too. all of that is so that i can get the new u2 ipod. i have only one complaint about the ipod- which is hands down the best purchase i have ever made. the complaint is just that with bluetooth on the rise, why not through it in? i would love to have a totally wireless ipod set up. so i did a search and found something hilarious.

a company makes a handy little wireless headset for the ipod and bluetooth phones. it is called imuff. now i think that it is sadly a terrible name. and though i am many things, i am not a pervert, but i got a good laugh. and as some of you might have guessed... i thought, how hilarious would it be if someone made a waterproof case for the ipod called the idive? if you don't get it, it is because you are a good kid; i have said it before, and i am will say it again, i am mostly terrible. but i did a search for the idive, and it does exist, just in another form, and will never be paired with the imuffs, except perhaps only in this blog, but it does pair with the ipod, so... i guess it could pair with the imuffs... imuffsidive. terrible!



rew, snow patrol mentions
sufjon stevens in their song
'hands open'

posted by billiam at Wednesday, June 28, 2006 | Permalink | Comments

after a good chat with kyle (who believes me to be satan), i discussed different types of monarchies. he was a good sport and pretended to care. then he told me i was 168 pounds of pure evil. oddly enough i was talking theology (lightly) with mattathias. just seems odd.

on a heavier note (get it?) i squatted 455 pounds to-day.

posted by billiam at Tuesday, June 20, 2006 | Permalink | Comments

so i was at the gym again... and i pulled another prank. this time it was an easy one in which no one was hurt and nothing was damaged. i work out with this guy, 'tank'. he has a truck- and on this particular day, which i cannot remember- but it was some day this week, ok it was wednesday, he had bales of straw in the back. for some reason, i thought that it would look better stacked around his truck. yesterday while we were working out, i said to him, 'i heard you lost a bale of straw?" and he replied, "no, i lost all of them. they were all stacked around my truck. i can't figure out who did it, but... you mother f@$*æ¿!" good times. i told him that from now on i will be leaving my sun roof closed because i do not want it to get filled with straw, to which he said, "that is a good idea. so you put quite a bit of thought into these things, huh?

do i ever- i have a history. most of the things i do i remember. and the ones i don't people kindly enough help me remember. such as this:

'some people will look back at their lives and some experiences will always stand out. mine is the one night you, tom and me came back from the old toad. and then you proceeded to jump the curb and drive all over the lawn in your '88. driving around (and almost through) the pond and then up the walk way ramping the curb to park the car and then calmly walking inside.'
~my old college roommate david meade.

well thanks dave- i forgot all about that. sometimes people call me just to let me know that they found out that i did something. such as this: 'i found out what you did to the library. i got an extention on my final paper because of your stunt. and i couldn't use the library for three days- you ass!' glad i could help julie- anytime!

or this: 'hey billy, you went to roberts' right? cause my friend is staying with me this summer and she was telling me all about this one boy who pulled all sorts of pranks; shutting down the library, painting houses, and setting off fire alarms; did you ever meet him?' did i ever meet him? Erin, it was me- i am that boy from roberts'.

now if i can get someone to remember me for doing somthing less devious- my life will be 1/12 more complete.

posted by billiam at Friday, June 16, 2006 | Permalink | Comments