Nananananananana Superblog!

As you can see, we are back to our schizo happy-roots. One of our founding three has been resurrected from its stupor. Because it had more important things to do (like actually go to class) it took a leave of absence. In this leave of absence it braved the EHMESSOHEE creepers/biznatches/ferrets from hell. It has now groveled back and fused with the demented minds of DeMi (this is not a Star Trek reference or a sick fantasy) to once again form the DeMi Ho tripod. We're a fuckin' tripod.

It's too late to apologize for what the Ho has done, it's too late (eh eh eh). This will be our first DeMi/Ho blog post and prolly last, sorry Ho. This post is now being cowboyed by Mi. I would like to tell you of the crazy going ons these last couple of days.

It goes as follows:

Call of Duty at Man's Wood (no homo) grocery store- now cowboyed by the De- yo Mi, you should perhaps share with the folks that this particular round of CoD was perhaps the worst ever played as it was pathetically attempted for vlog material. Select Quotes?
"Ok so you're going to hide behind that forklift with the bunny, then you are going to pop out behind this shelf and shoot the bunny"

"then you walk behind me filming the whole thing"

"yeah, but i shank you because really I'm not the cameraman"

--"Am I a stationary target or a moveable one?"

"You can move with the bunny"

(The whole while the Man's Wood employee is sneaking jealous glances at our non-monotonous life)

*Gun noises*

*De gets shanked*

*De almost falls but realizes he is not actually dead*

"Kill cam!"

*De and Mi reenact*

"Stab the bunnayy!"

*exeunt*

Also, the ethnic food aisles of select grocery stores, apparently, are decked with piñatas. Some of said piñatas approach such a level of unsightliness, the aforementioned Ho felt it necessary to take pity on one of them and bring it home. (the bunnayy)

Additionally, the De has been under house arrest for most of the past week's time. More clearly, I have been grounded, despite my maturity, because of my present status of dependence on my parents. To avert a certain week of monotony, measures of stealth were required, including a midnight bike ride to chez Mi.

Lest we forget the house of bounce, located at the manliest party around. The occasion you ask, the tragic departure of the manliest Mann around. So the bounce house was provided by yours truly, the De, who you may refer to as D-Money.

This is the final frontier of this post (definitely a Star Trek reference).

Mi is criminally getting shanked in the ass in CoD.

-DeMi Ho

Gloria

Today is a green day for we are taking the train to watch one of our favorite bands. We hope to partake in ferocious anythings so we can share the glories ridiculi that will undoubtedly abound at the lollapalooza. Pictures or videos to come.

-DeMi

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]

America's Idols Got Talent

American Idol made it's Milwaukee premiere this last Wednesday, and did so for it's first audition location of the 2010 season. Once could ask, what could possibly make it worth it for a Czech Republican like myself (who believes political parties would serve better as a concept than as buying power for aspiring politicians), to come to Wisconsin. The answer is so obvious...........suspense..........cheese curds! And while purchasing my curds, the guy at Man's Wood grocery store, or something similar I'm sure, told me American Idol was holding auditions relatively nearby. I'm not much for the advice giving, but for future American Idol hopefuls, do not show up anywhere near the time they suggest. After a couple hours of promos and many more hours of mindlessness, my section was called. As exciting as the walk down was after about 8 hrs of sitting, the disappointment of rejection caused me to question the value of this whole process. Because you can promise yourself you went let your hopes get to high, but when you're right there.....you really don't have a choice. But when an overtired judge tells you and those around you "You are all good singers, but you're just not there yet", damn common sense points out how ridiculous it was to imagine it going any other way. I heard some intimidatingly great singers not get through simply because of their lack of stage presence, which helped my self-esteem a good deal considering I have next to no performance experience. Heres my point (that I haven't identified until just now), American Idol judges, more than anything else, are seeking television personalities.

Also, Ryan Seacrest is fun-size

-De