Saturday, August 15, 2009

Blog-na?

Ahhhh time for another blog. you can thank me later
What have I been up to? not much. this an that. did you know I'm going to college? yeah. they let me in some how. Chalk one up for Longshot. OH! that reminds me... ~dreamsequence ringtone~
ok so for my most recent birthday, a group of girls (who shall remain nameless for time's sake) decided Hey! lets go get Schroeder's house! ...silly girls.
the next morning, and by "morning" I mean the sun wasn't even up. I was awoken by voices. it was that inbetween sleep stage where you realize you left your mind on the pillow. something about "police" and "bologna" and "toilet paper" and then I went back to bed. Retaliation was inevetable

Some of the suspects were obvious and I eventually got what I thought was the entire "guest list" as it became known. Well this was a largish list. Definately one I'd need backup for. SO gathering my closest and mostly trustworthy friends we set into action. The glory of it was that our meeting was also my birthday party. And we couldn't very well talk about the attack if the victim is sitting at your elbow eating your pizza. So we (about 4 or 5 of us) stole off into the night/back corner of the yard. but one party-attendee had heard about the desicration of my home and was wondering what I was going to do about it. So we invited him in the discussion. He was later called Beast. We decided we needed nicknames. for everything. and since we are (mostly) all mega-nerds we went with an X-Men theme. Being the "Luckiest Kid in the World" that I am, I chose Longshot, the super 80's, blond mullet-ed super clone with the power to manipulate probabilities and make his own luck. also good with kids.
Turns out Beast, the one that was mentioned earlier, was a double agent! He had tp-ed my house in the first place. Psh! you KNOW he's not getting away with that. So with some very clever coversationing we got Beast to chicken out, (queue triumphant music) and the party was down to 4.


The Guest List dwindled down to 3 houses and the house was filled with "party favors" (the overall mission was dubbed "Kc's Birthday Party" so we could talk about "the party" freely in front of targets) so that night, Longshot (thats me) Gambit, Wade, and Nightcrawler went out and got all 3 houses. plus one bonus round house that was just for the leftover tp

House #1
codename: Cupcake
about 2330 hours




Cupcake's back yard was bordered by a very handy wash. Gambit and I ran around the block, found a way to the wash, and hopped in the back yard. Very ninja if I say so myself. We tped the place mercilessly. This was Gambit's first time tping and was understandably nervous about wrapping a strange tree in a dark yard. but he did rather well and we got out without a hitch.


We left the front to Wade and Nightcrawler. they were also new at it and Gambit was happy to show off his newly found toilet papering technique.




House #2
codename: Pinata (because we were going to hit it the hardest)
about 0100 hours


This was the veritable fortress. spaning 2 regular house lots, it was equiped with motion sensing lights, sugar high children with small blatters, and a very yappy dog. any number of these things could have blown our cover. the Death Star of tp targets. I climbed the predetermined tree and "mummy wraped" the thing head to toe. ...er, leaf to root. whatever. this took eternally long and it was litterally 90 degrees. gotta love AZ. after my mummified tree, Gambit and Nightcrawler (Wade had to go home) began to motion their concerns about dehydration. so I thought,


plan A: drink from the hose. practical, possible, probable. but this was no ordinary tp job. so that was out.


plan B: drink from the pool. impractical, possible, improbable. hmmm... our story would sound impressive if we say we drank from the target's pool. but its pretty gross. especially with all those saltine crackers and tp we just threw in it. so thats out.
so whats left? plan C. I always save plan C for the most crazy, outragious option that would be a longshot to pull off. whats this crazy plan you say? I tell my companions, Don't worry about it. I got it.
....build the suspence.... build it.... and....
Intermission!
I drew this at the line for the midnight showing of Transformers 2

thats the whole X-Men gang

(clockwise from left, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Cable, Wade, Longshot, and Gambit)



Z-105 AND WE'RE BACK!

Plan C you say?
Plan C: get some glasses from inside. ...wait? what? yes I said it. go inside the house we are vandlizing. impractical, impossible, improbable you say? perfect.


So I check the backdoor, *click and its open. it opens with the classic *crrreeeeaaaakkkk that you're sure the entire neighborhood could hear. but its open! I've been to their house a million times. practically lived there for a week last summer so even though its pitch black I got it down. I step over the invisible toys, and on to the scariest part. the staircase. this is the kind of Indiana Jones spiral staircase where the wrong step too close to the center and you slide back down to the bottom. but too far out and you're bound to kick a wookie action figure and loose your balance. the stairs go from a size 2 shoe on one end and a size 9 on the other. not an easy task for my 11's
but I'm up. the computer is on, a make shift night light, and on the other side is the parent's room. scary enough as it is but somehow being there in the middle of the night, unwelcome, is something new entirely. a short walk to the kitchen, find the cabinet with the cups, and fill two glasses. I drank them both. no sence in making multiple trips. filling the cups again I thought. Man, this is awesome. My kids can never know about this. and then out to the side garage door. it was locked but not to the inside. HA! made it!
I find my comrads and they greedily sip the water. finally Nightcrawler catches on. "Dude, are these their cups?"
"yes. yes they are"
oh and the barricades! at the inital attack on my house, barricades were used to block the front door. so one was placed at each house and "Pinata" got 2. on the roof. aww yeah...
long story short I ninja-ed my way up to the top of the house, had Nightcrawler and Gambit hoist up the barricades, and (using the utmost stratigery) planted them on opposite sides of the front door area. but now to get down.... the way I came? the easy and clear choice? no way! I trailblaze to the wall dividing Pinata from its neighbor. I quickly manuver down to the wall... but there is a tree in the way. well too late to change course! onward!
I get on my belly (it was a crazy thick tree) and crawl between the tight spot of branches and brick to the front. but... now what? I had no exit stratagy.
Plan A: Jump and pray
Plan B: hang off the now tangible roof and drop
Plan C: Shimmy down the palm tree, George of the Jungle style
HA! NO WAY I'm doing palm trees again! I still have scars. but thats another story
plan B works
so now we're about 2 rolls from being done and a whole bag of saltines. what to do what to do... well I have to return the cups anyway so... lets go in! Muah ha ha ha ha ha!!!
we go inside, I'm explaining the layout of the house the entire time like a lame Disney attraction, "stay to the right of the stairs. on the left is ____'s room. ahead is the kitchen..."
we deposit the crackers on the sofa and the living room area. I drop the cups in the sink and we take off. WOOT!
House #3
approx 0400
"Jelly Beans"
in our defense, we were tired and didn't have alot to do at this house. we pretty much just threw a few random rolls and dropped our calling card (a mini can of Spam with an X on it) and took off. we figured the lack of trying would be an insult in its self. turns out she was out of town anyway.
House #4
approx 0500
"Bonus Round"
Gambit had a score to settle. and this house had an AMAZING tree. done in under 15 min
all an all it was amazing. don't tell my kids

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Shout Out

I'd like to give a little shout out to friendly people.

Thank you.

But to tell that story, first I have to tell this story. But how far back should I go? This story could have a lot of good beginings but I feel like rambling.

This story begins at Blockbuster. I wanted to rent a game (inFAMOUS for you kids keeping score at home) but Blockbuster, being the sad Netflix-wannabe it is, was out of stock. So, not wanting to go home empty handed, decided on getting Ghostbusters: the video game! But guess what? My friend Kevin was there! not working, just getting a movie. And he was friendly. NEXT
So I've been home, playing Ghostbusters for about 2 days straight, sleeping and eating between ectoplasmic encounters, when my mom finally has gone cabin feaver. But its my mom's special brand where she needs me to get out of the house. Which is a fairly reasonable request since I've recently used the phrase "ectoplasmic encounter" and I've put my Facebook status as "Aint afraid of no ghost*". So I get home, and decide to go **running. But just the idea of phisical activity has givin me cramps. So I tell my mom, "I think I have apendicitus" so she asks "well what hurts?"
"my apendix" a-doy
eventually the apendix got better and I go running. But first I grab my bike. No where around my house is run-able. Unless you like thorny bushes and scary getto trailer homes (nother story)
So I go out. But not just, Hey I'm going running. Leave everything at home because I'll be right back. No. Not the way I roll. If I get a flat tire in the middle of a zombie uprising, I have a plan B. So I go out with my lil swim bag, with my lil amp speakers (I run in style) and a quart I think of ice water (its in a lil square milk jug. my new favorie water bottle). Now you might say, "but, with your running shorts, how are you going to transport the water jug?" hardcore style. on a belt.
So I go out on my bike. With my backpack, provisions, and my knife on my hip. It only takes one hobo with an HIV shank to ruin your night. Live and learn.
So I'm goin. Its a nice night. Under 100 degrees. Maybe. So then I get up to a crosswalk. bust out my water jug and wait for the light. light turns and I start to walk my bike, old habits die hard. And I was thinkin to myself, I don't have my glasses. I can't even read the DO NOT WALK sign. and then I thought, as I passed the cars waiting for their light, what if one of these cars is a jerk and honks their horn? I'm going to jump and they're going to laugh and I'm not even going to be able to see- and right as I thought that, interrupting my thought. I hear it.
"YO SchrOeder!" they said it wrong but I let it pass
I turn to my left, into the blinding headlights and I used that as my excuse not to see. I don't know who this kid is, sounds like a kid on the swim team though. That would explain the SchrOder and not the SchrAder. So I return, "HEY whats up man!" with a smile. I don't know who that kid was, but this blog is to him.

Ghost bustin' makes me feel good

*cause I aint
**I use the term running very loosely

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Little Fake Drives

These are the little plastic things you find randomly in your computer. The little black bookmarks you find in your computer acting as a space saver. I just found one. A little black orniment amid all the glorious new tech. Whats it for? WHO KNOWS? Why did Dell put this little guy in my laptop? Well whatever its for, I'm replacing the little bugger with an ACTUAL SD card. Why you ask? Why replace this mysterious little devil with something that is actually useful? Because I got a new phone! and the old card is, well, just that. Old.

Pictures coming soon

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

What to do...

What do you do when you have the world at your fingertips?
Turn on iTunes. Stare at the world a bit. Poke around a little till your attention span burns out and head to the blog.
The new laptop is crazy amazing. But it turns out its not quite all mine yet. Either that or just the simple fact that no computer is safe from my mom. You ever have that feeling when you get something new, and its super cool, but you can't play with it yet? I get itchy.

*Thank you notes*
Are dumb. Whats the point? They are redundaint. The card already says Thanks on the front. That should be enough. Besides, the card reciver is going to toss the stupid thing in the trash the next day. Why bother? 30% of the worlds landfills are thank you cards. I'm just adding to the problem. Thank you cards are not eco friendly.
I have an idea. Lets all give the Thank you card that keeps on thank-ing and NOT do thank you cards and save our planet. A thank you card saved is a thank you card that is not clogged in a seagull's throat. Great idea? or the greatest idea?

Monday, June 8, 2009

New Laptop!!!!

AAAAAAAAA
My parents in their infinate mercy have bought me what might be the greatest (or worst) graduation present. Only time will tell what wonderful (or horrible) things I can do now. Yea! (Muah ha ha ha!)

What does this mean for the future? Who knows? Maybe more posts? Maybe more stories? Maybe more elaborate power points? But most likely more Facebook.
ONLY TIME WILL TELL!

Sunday, March 1, 2009

fyi

If you didn't know, I've recently made my own icon.
MVS
if only I could start tagging my friend's blogs...

Subs.... blech X(

We had a sub for my english class on Thurs and Fri
Thursday was awesome
Friday was a character out of Lord of the Rings. I blame her for the following cartoons....


ORC FACTORY/TEACHER'S LOUNGE


MR. MANHATTAN


MR. B


NICE ONE JOHNNY

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BYU Animation Major. Going into storyboarding, concept art, and 3D modeling.