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Wednesday, September 2, 2009
More songs
I've got some new dances and such, so here goes!
The Condiments song. To be sung at a dinner table when conversation is lacking. Sing to the tune of The Continents song.
The Condiments song, by Cranberry
Do you know the condiments, condiments, condiments?
Do you know the condiments? Yes, I do.
Ketchup, mustard, tartar sauce, mayonnaise,
Steak sauce, hot sauce, and relish!
Now, Thank You For The Poultry, by Penguin. This is to be sung in the same situation as The Condiments song. Sing to the tune of Thank You For The Music.
Thank You for the Poultry, by Penguin
Thank you for the poultry, the food I'm eatin'
Give us back our poultry, we're really hungry!
Thank you for the chicken, we need the protein
The chicken's name is Chuck, so CHUCK! HIM! FARTHER!
Yeah, Penguin came up with that in Gym class today. We were playing a game that was a weird mix of soccer, hockey, and basketball. The "ball" was a rubber chicken. Penguin and I were on opposite teams(Spoilsport isn't in our Gym period, so of course she wasn't there) and every time the other's team stole the chicken, we'd yell, "GIVE US BACK OUR POULTRY!"
Halfway through the game, we randomly started calling the chicken Chuck. You can see where that lead.
About the story I'm writing... I know I'm getting good progress on it, but the vampires and werewolves theme is kinda taken right now(Even though I started it before Twilight became popular!), so I'm going to shelf that idea for now until the Twilight shenanigans has died down. I never liked that series. Horrible writing quality.
I'm going to start working on a new idea that I've had. I guess I'll put in some character bios later.
Penguin and I were talking about answering machines (don't ask how THAT came up) when we were waiting to be picked up from school today, and I came up with an INGENIOUS one. Here goes;
"Hello, Transvestites Incorporated, Severus Snape speaking. (pause) Yes, this is the Self-Help line. (pauses) Oh, great, not another Harry Potter fan. Yes, I was going from man to woman when something went wrong, and they had to stop. Now, I'm stuck with the body of a man and all the hormones and mood swings of a woman. NOW, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU REALLY WANT?! (pauses) Oh, you want to leave a message for (insert my real name here)? That's easy. Here you go(beep)."
There's one of them, and here's the other.
"IT'S ALIIIIVE! (in another voice) Yosh."
Penguin likes to say Yosh, so that's a tribute to her right there.
I should probably do my homework now, so sayonara, everybody!
The Condiments song. To be sung at a dinner table when conversation is lacking. Sing to the tune of The Continents song.
The Condiments song, by Cranberry
Do you know the condiments, condiments, condiments?
Do you know the condiments? Yes, I do.
Ketchup, mustard, tartar sauce, mayonnaise,
Steak sauce, hot sauce, and relish!
Now, Thank You For The Poultry, by Penguin. This is to be sung in the same situation as The Condiments song. Sing to the tune of Thank You For The Music.
Thank You for the Poultry, by Penguin
Thank you for the poultry, the food I'm eatin'
Give us back our poultry, we're really hungry!
Thank you for the chicken, we need the protein
The chicken's name is Chuck, so CHUCK! HIM! FARTHER!
Yeah, Penguin came up with that in Gym class today. We were playing a game that was a weird mix of soccer, hockey, and basketball. The "ball" was a rubber chicken. Penguin and I were on opposite teams(Spoilsport isn't in our Gym period, so of course she wasn't there) and every time the other's team stole the chicken, we'd yell, "GIVE US BACK OUR POULTRY!"
Halfway through the game, we randomly started calling the chicken Chuck. You can see where that lead.
About the story I'm writing... I know I'm getting good progress on it, but the vampires and werewolves theme is kinda taken right now(Even though I started it before Twilight became popular!), so I'm going to shelf that idea for now until the Twilight shenanigans has died down. I never liked that series. Horrible writing quality.
I'm going to start working on a new idea that I've had. I guess I'll put in some character bios later.
Penguin and I were talking about answering machines (don't ask how THAT came up) when we were waiting to be picked up from school today, and I came up with an INGENIOUS one. Here goes;
"Hello, Transvestites Incorporated, Severus Snape speaking. (pause) Yes, this is the Self-Help line. (pauses) Oh, great, not another Harry Potter fan. Yes, I was going from man to woman when something went wrong, and they had to stop. Now, I'm stuck with the body of a man and all the hormones and mood swings of a woman. NOW, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU REALLY WANT?! (pauses) Oh, you want to leave a message for (insert my real name here)? That's easy. Here you go(beep)."
There's one of them, and here's the other.
"IT'S ALIIIIVE! (in another voice) Yosh."
Penguin likes to say Yosh, so that's a tribute to her right there.
I should probably do my homework now, so sayonara, everybody!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Songs and Dances
I'm sorry! I forgot to tell you that school started! I didn't abandon you!
Oh yeah, and the Sprite scare is over. He acted totally normal the next time I saw him. Whew.
Band class is different. Apparently, the saxophones were slouching too much, so he got some stools for us to sit on. As if that's going to stop them from finding some other way to get on his nerves.
I figured it would be more convenient to put all the dances and such in the same place, so I'm doing it in this post.
First up is the Gertrude Dance. Do this when you have accomplished something random, yet difficult.
The Gertrude Dance, by Cranberry
First, put your arms out like a cactus.
Bend your knees. Start hopping about from foot to foot, like your stepping on hot sand, keeping your knees bent. Whilst doing this, shout "HOYA, HOYA, HOYA, HOYA!"
Stop doing this after you're done shouting HOYA, raise your hands to Thor (whatever) and hop around in a circle. Whilst doing this, shout "OH-SHA, OH-SHA, OH-SHA, OH-SHA!" repeat three times.
After repeating three times, jump into a position that indicates you're holding an imaginary bazooka, fire it, and shout "SCREW THE RULES, I HAVE GREEN HAIR!!!" and point to your head. Whalla! You, my friend, have been accepted by the tribe!
Now is the loophole song. Just a reminder, you are to do this when you want to annoy someone, during a very boring class, or just to break a silence. For maximum annoyingness, sing like a chipmunk.
The Loophole Song by Penguin
(Tip: if you REALLY want to annoy someone, sing like a chipmunk)
Don't get stuck in the loooooop-hoooooole,
Or you will die.
Don't get stuck in the loooooop-hoooooole,
Or you will die.
Don't get stuck in the loooooop-hoooooole,
Or you will die.
(Repeat until either you are no longer bored or everyone in the room is glaring at you)
The Kitty Bus song is to be sung on public means of transportation. Your own car does not count.
Kitty Bus by the Insane Trio
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus
Run on the telephone wiiiire,
Smile that freaky smiiiile,
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus!
(Sing at a fast, moving pace, and repeat until you have reached your destination.)
Now for Kitty Bus Dancing Version!
Kitty Bus Dance!
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus,
wave arms in a circular motion, indicating the wheels of a bus.
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus,
same as previous line
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus,
same as previous line
Run on the telephone wiiire,
continue waving arms until the end of 'telephone', then strike pose of your choice.
Smile that freaky smiiile,
wave arms until the end of 'freaky', then strike a different pose of choice.
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus!
wave arms until 'kiiitty', then jazz hands
And, Finally, Kitty bus Voki!
Oh yeah, and the Sprite scare is over. He acted totally normal the next time I saw him. Whew.
Band class is different. Apparently, the saxophones were slouching too much, so he got some stools for us to sit on. As if that's going to stop them from finding some other way to get on his nerves.
I figured it would be more convenient to put all the dances and such in the same place, so I'm doing it in this post.
First up is the Gertrude Dance. Do this when you have accomplished something random, yet difficult.
The Gertrude Dance, by Cranberry
First, put your arms out like a cactus.
Bend your knees. Start hopping about from foot to foot, like your stepping on hot sand, keeping your knees bent. Whilst doing this, shout "HOYA, HOYA, HOYA, HOYA!"
Stop doing this after you're done shouting HOYA, raise your hands to Thor (whatever) and hop around in a circle. Whilst doing this, shout "OH-SHA, OH-SHA, OH-SHA, OH-SHA!" repeat three times.
After repeating three times, jump into a position that indicates you're holding an imaginary bazooka, fire it, and shout "SCREW THE RULES, I HAVE GREEN HAIR!!!" and point to your head. Whalla! You, my friend, have been accepted by the tribe!
Now is the loophole song. Just a reminder, you are to do this when you want to annoy someone, during a very boring class, or just to break a silence. For maximum annoyingness, sing like a chipmunk.
The Loophole Song by Penguin
(Tip: if you REALLY want to annoy someone, sing like a chipmunk)
Don't get stuck in the loooooop-hoooooole,
Or you will die.
Don't get stuck in the loooooop-hoooooole,
Or you will die.
Don't get stuck in the loooooop-hoooooole,
Or you will die.
(Repeat until either you are no longer bored or everyone in the room is glaring at you)
The Kitty Bus song is to be sung on public means of transportation. Your own car does not count.
Kitty Bus by the Insane Trio
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus
Run on the telephone wiiiire,
Smile that freaky smiiiile,
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus!
(Sing at a fast, moving pace, and repeat until you have reached your destination.)
Now for Kitty Bus Dancing Version!
Kitty Bus Dance!
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus,
wave arms in a circular motion, indicating the wheels of a bus.
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus,
same as previous line
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus,
same as previous line
Run on the telephone wiiire,
continue waving arms until the end of 'telephone', then strike pose of your choice.
Smile that freaky smiiile,
wave arms until the end of 'freaky', then strike a different pose of choice.
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus!
wave arms until 'kiiitty', then jazz hands
And, Finally, Kitty bus Voki!
Monday, August 24, 2009
Hurrah! Spoilsport!
Spoilsport's come to visit! She would like to say something to all my fans(not).
Spoilsport says; Ugh. Cranberry, you are so dead. If you want to even mention my name on this @#$%ing thing then you should at least do something decent...
Cranberry; Eccentric did it.
Spoilsport says; Okay. Now I'm really ticked off. I'm not SPOILSPORT, I'm Daikirai.
Cranberry; Haha, told you at the very beginning of this blog that she'd tell me to change her name to something normal once she found out about this.
Sayonara, Everybody!
Spoilsport says; Ugh. Cranberry, you are so dead. If you want to even mention my name on this @#$%ing thing then you should at least do something decent...
Cranberry; Eccentric did it.
Spoilsport says; Okay. Now I'm really ticked off. I'm not SPOILSPORT, I'm Daikirai.
Cranberry; Haha, told you at the very beginning of this blog that she'd tell me to change her name to something normal once she found out about this.
Sayonara, Everybody!
Oh, Dear....
I'm sorry that I haven't posted in awhile, but I have been busy. My computer, for some reason, wasn't connected to the Internet, so don't blame me.
In answer to your question, Mr. Bob, the cupcakes were supposed to be white with those little sprinkly things, but they turned out to be dark brown with no sprinkles at all.
The title of this post is Oh, Dear because Spoilsport's coming over this afternoon. Perhaps she can write a post while she's here.
Last night, I had another bizarre (and slightly racist, I'm sorry, but I can't control my dreams very well.) dream. I was at some kind of event, and the Albino from a previous series of dreams I had kept following me around.
Toward the end of evening, Albino said (this is kinda weird, because in the previous dreams I've had with him in them, he never said anything except "that was a pleasant experience.") "Marry me, Cranberry!" (And I'm serious, he actually used my blogging name.)
I said to him, "No. You have to say it in Japanese."
"How do I do that? I don't know Japanese."
"It's simple. Just say, 'Mally me, Clanbelly!'"
So he did that, and I said, "No, that was French."
"I said it the exact same way you did!"
"Well, the Japanese aren't the only ones who mix up their l's with their r's! You've got to make it more oriental sounding."
"How?!"
"Say, 'Mally me, Clanbelly gozai-mas!'"
He said that, and I replied, "No. You're old," even though he's about the same age as me. I then grabbed a lemon meringue pie from a table next to me and threw it at him.
That's when I woke up.
In answer to your question, Mr. Bob, the cupcakes were supposed to be white with those little sprinkly things, but they turned out to be dark brown with no sprinkles at all.
The title of this post is Oh, Dear because Spoilsport's coming over this afternoon. Perhaps she can write a post while she's here.
Last night, I had another bizarre (and slightly racist, I'm sorry, but I can't control my dreams very well.) dream. I was at some kind of event, and the Albino from a previous series of dreams I had kept following me around.
Toward the end of evening, Albino said (this is kinda weird, because in the previous dreams I've had with him in them, he never said anything except "that was a pleasant experience.") "Marry me, Cranberry!" (And I'm serious, he actually used my blogging name.)
I said to him, "No. You have to say it in Japanese."
"How do I do that? I don't know Japanese."
"It's simple. Just say, 'Mally me, Clanbelly!'"
So he did that, and I said, "No, that was French."
"I said it the exact same way you did!"
"Well, the Japanese aren't the only ones who mix up their l's with their r's! You've got to make it more oriental sounding."
"How?!"
"Say, 'Mally me, Clanbelly gozai-mas!'"
He said that, and I replied, "No. You're old," even though he's about the same age as me. I then grabbed a lemon meringue pie from a table next to me and threw it at him.
That's when I woke up.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Rude Awakening... Literally
Before I opened my eyes this morning, I had two thoughts. One, my scars from yesterday didn't hurt anymore, and two, I couldn't breathe. I know it's allergy season AND I have asthma, but I shouldn't be having an attack right when I wake up!
So, I open my eyes to see MUTANT'S FACE ABOUT HALF A MILLIMETER AWAY FROM MINE! AGH! Believe me, there is no scarier way to wake up than with that cat's snaggleteeth practically buried in your eyeballs. I was too scared to move.
I was thinking, Oh, great, now he's going to try and get me back for swinging him around yesterday, until I realized that he was purring. I was only able to realize this because he was sitting on my chest (blocking my airways, the little brat!) and his butt was vibrating. Well, that's what it felt like.
I don't know what to do, because if I push him off, he might claw me. So I just lift my arm up and pat his head a little, and he just purrs more and starts rubbing his face all over mine. He stood up to do this, so I saw my opportunity. I sat up very fast, grabbed him around his waist(Do cats have waists?) and fling him off my bed.
Well, Mutant must be more persistent than I thought, because he jumped right back onto the bed and rubbed his head against my feet, but it didn't seem to satisfy him, so he walked back to my head.
Ever since, I've been followed around by that cat wherever I go. When I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and put more ointment on my scars, I realized that he was following me because he liked the smell of the ointment.
I saw that the scars were already unnoticeable, and they didn't hurt anymore, so I just washed off the last of last night's ointment and left the tub open. Last I saw, Mutant was licking it's contents. Let's hope it's poisonous to cats.
Speaking of poisonous, yesterday, when I was forced to eat one of my sister's cupcakes, not only did I discover that they were the wrong color and extremely bloated, but they're also HOLLOW. Yes, my sister is the creator of a hollow cupcake. Joy, joy.
TWWOTF is going to visit today, undoubtedly going to ramble about the amazing time she had at camp and how I should've been there, blah blah blah. You know what, TWWOTF? I wish I had been there too. Then I might have had better things to do than yammer on about how incredibly bored I am.
Then again, I wouldn't have been able to attend the Web 2.0 class that started this whole thing. Everyone knows I'm not technologically gifted, so I probably never would have figured out how to write a blog.
I really think this blog is turning out to be more about my life and friends than the actual Insane Trio, but I'll just leave the title and slogan the same. I think they're cool. Or funny. Something like that.
I don't really have anything else of importance to say, except to remind you that TWWOTF stands for The Wild Woman Of The Forest, even though she's not wild at all, and not often in the forest. In fact, The Wild Woman Of The Forest is very prim and proper(Which, in her case, is not a bad thing at all.)
Sayonara, suckers!
So, I open my eyes to see MUTANT'S FACE ABOUT HALF A MILLIMETER AWAY FROM MINE! AGH! Believe me, there is no scarier way to wake up than with that cat's snaggleteeth practically buried in your eyeballs. I was too scared to move.
I was thinking, Oh, great, now he's going to try and get me back for swinging him around yesterday, until I realized that he was purring. I was only able to realize this because he was sitting on my chest (blocking my airways, the little brat!) and his butt was vibrating. Well, that's what it felt like.
I don't know what to do, because if I push him off, he might claw me. So I just lift my arm up and pat his head a little, and he just purrs more and starts rubbing his face all over mine. He stood up to do this, so I saw my opportunity. I sat up very fast, grabbed him around his waist(Do cats have waists?) and fling him off my bed.
Well, Mutant must be more persistent than I thought, because he jumped right back onto the bed and rubbed his head against my feet, but it didn't seem to satisfy him, so he walked back to my head.
Ever since, I've been followed around by that cat wherever I go. When I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and put more ointment on my scars, I realized that he was following me because he liked the smell of the ointment.
I saw that the scars were already unnoticeable, and they didn't hurt anymore, so I just washed off the last of last night's ointment and left the tub open. Last I saw, Mutant was licking it's contents. Let's hope it's poisonous to cats.
Speaking of poisonous, yesterday, when I was forced to eat one of my sister's cupcakes, not only did I discover that they were the wrong color and extremely bloated, but they're also HOLLOW. Yes, my sister is the creator of a hollow cupcake. Joy, joy.
TWWOTF is going to visit today, undoubtedly going to ramble about the amazing time she had at camp and how I should've been there, blah blah blah. You know what, TWWOTF? I wish I had been there too. Then I might have had better things to do than yammer on about how incredibly bored I am.
Then again, I wouldn't have been able to attend the Web 2.0 class that started this whole thing. Everyone knows I'm not technologically gifted, so I probably never would have figured out how to write a blog.
I really think this blog is turning out to be more about my life and friends than the actual Insane Trio, but I'll just leave the title and slogan the same. I think they're cool. Or funny. Something like that.
I don't really have anything else of importance to say, except to remind you that TWWOTF stands for The Wild Woman Of The Forest, even though she's not wild at all, and not often in the forest. In fact, The Wild Woman Of The Forest is very prim and proper(Which, in her case, is not a bad thing at all.)
Sayonara, suckers!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Cupcakes
Oh, great, now my idiotic sister is making cupcakes, and she's got this hopeful look on her face, as if she expects me to eat one. Look, she might be older than me, and I might not be much of a chef myself, but I've tasted her banana bread, and I feel very, very sorry for that cupcake mix.
Sayonara, everybody!
Sayonara, everybody!
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