Gritty, real, ripped from the headlines
This was one of my more ambitious ideas for Better Late Than Never skits that never got produced. The concept still makes me laugh.
Mr. Ahnert fails to teach the 2nd grader
There isn't a lot of fiction to this, unfortunately.
The hilarious misadventures of iPhone and Wallet
Sometimes I just get these ridiculous ideas in my head and they just have to be produced. Forgive me.
Beware of Patrick
I discovered this little piece of paper on the cafeteria floor today. I find it incredibly hilarious.
We also happen to be studying poetry in second grade. The creative leap wasn't that hard to make and this silly little thing was quick to take form in my head.
Beware of Patrick
Patrick is the leader,
(Patrick knows the code.)
He made our secret hideout
At the end of Possum Road.
We're chasing all the girls
And picked on Skinny Paul.
(I told him later on
I didn't mean it after all.)
Patrick makes the rules
And now I wonder why
He's the one who's boss...
(He's not a real nice guy.)
So, listen to me now
And meet behind the shed.
We're going to make a new club
And I'm in charge instead.
We're inviting all the girls
And here is our friend Paul.
Let's write some secret notes
And sign them with a skull.
Beware of that kid Patrick.
(It's what our notes will say.)
But I guess that he can join us--
If he really wants to play.

The truth about free time
It's been an interesting week off from school. I realized as I wandered into a messy room in our cluttered apartment, immediately giving a loud pathetic sigh upon my entrance, that vacation actually makes me miserable. I'm going to try and spend some time now hashing out why that is.
The Complete Heathernet Discography
As I promised I will post some neat projects that I worked on in December now that it... is... mid February. Heh. Whoops.
Many of you probably have some stray MP3s in your iTunes (or what have you) and I cooked up just the accessory. Album covers!
And did you know I'm close friends with someone on an arena rock tour? You can join the street team with this promotional flyer. Wink, wink.
Enjoy the toys!
Oh, and if anyone wants to hire me for my mediocre Photoshop skills, well, you're more than welcome to.
Refreshed
Today, I decided I would go to the bank to do things that people do at banks, minus that whole robbing scene, I don't go for that sort of thing. It was freezing out, and extremely windy in Oswego today. I didn't care, this is what Oswego is always like. I went to my car, which, to my delight, started right up. I was amazed. I got to the main entrance to leave the college and I had to wait at a red light. My car then started to make sounds, those sounds you never want to hear your car make, like it was about to spit up a lung or something. The light turned green and I decided to ignore the sounds and continue with my journey. My car stalled (surprise surprise) and I was barely able to get out of the middle of the intersection.
So there I sat, my car freezing over, not starting. So, like anyone who likes to pretend they know what's wrong with their car, I got out and looked under the hood. From what I could tell, everything seemed to be fine. There was no sign of things on fire, and nothing looked like it needed to be stuck back together with gum. I tried to start my car again, but no dice. I called UP and waited for them to show up to help me get my car started.
As I stood outside with the car hood up, waiting for UP, I encountered about 15 good samaritans looking to help a fellow human in need, all in about five minutes. All of these kind people stopped and rolled down their windows, mind you on one of the coldest days we've had up here in a while, and asked me if I needed help, or if I had help coming. I was amazed at the kindness generated towards me by all of these strangers. Now, this was a busy intersection, but none of them had to stop, none of them had to say anything to me. They did, and I was grateful. As I stood there, I wondered if I would be a person who would stop. Would I be a good samaritan? I like to think that I would be, but I don't think I would. Maybe when the next opportunity presents itself, my time will come.
I waited for a bit, and tried to start my car and it started, and kept running. I informed UP when they got there that I was fine and thanked them for their concern. I drove away with a smile despite the fact that my car is generally a wimp and can't handle a little cold weather.
‘Caravan’ vid made and uploaded
If you can stand the sound of me singing go ahead and knock yourself out.
That should appease the anonymous commenters on the lyrics posted last Saturday... I wonder if I'll ever figure out exactly who they were... hmmm.
(ahem)
(Jason and Michelle)











