Da Huuuuuudge's Blog

Date: 23:17, 10 August 2008 (UTC)
Current mood: Bored
Stuff Absorbed: 5 batteries, Norwegian cole slaw, an Atomic Piledriver and some sheep brains

So, with my new interplanetary brainwave-cable hookup, I've got like 9 billion channels. There's everything, and I mean everything. Too many things to list individually, so I'll give you a few ideas:

c. 2,755,520 sports networks c. 1,110,543 cooking channels c. 3,405,026 cartoon putups c. 4,456,398 sitcom corps c. 7,151,901 shopping, shooping, and shipping complex

Assuming one program per hour per channel, that's 216 billion shows. And they're all so boring. Except for the reverse channel. That's gold. Well, POFN for now. I'll call you back when I find something good.

Date: 02:25, 9 August 2008 (UTC)
Current mood: Rather very much annoyed
Stuff Absorbed: Soda and a spot of vulcanized rubber

I tuned into the 2008 Beijing Olympics tonight, and the opening ceremonies were awesometacular. But then I was looking through the non-alphabetical countrie peoples coming in, and Free Country wasn't represented at all! I saw A Red Steckled Elbermung in the audience, but that was it. I am so infuriated(thank you very much, Thesaurus.exe), I could scream. But then I'd break the TV. You know how high my voice is, right? Yeah. Oh, Djibouti just came on. Hahaha, Djibouti is so big. Anyways... oh! A group of about 30 weird purple batwinged squidface people in white and green tribal markings and jeans just walked on, representing a place called "Porgi". Meh, never heard of it. They could be costumes, I guess. I just can't wait for when the teleportation events start tomorrow. Wait a minute... teleportation? These aren't the 2008 Beijing Olympics! I'm getting the August 24, 2098 Interplanetary Olympics broadcasted from alpha colony by brainwave-cable!

...Wow. And there's Steve Burns, dying in an exoskeleton while 96-minute-guitar-soloing. Weird... I GOING AWAY NOW POFN!

EDIT: Place where 2098 Olympics hosted: Jupiter's moon Ganymede (Yes, it's big enough, though just barely, for 19 billion people. I think they compacted most of them into 24th dimensional octagons.)

This post lasted edited: 02:39, 9 August 2008 (UTC)

Date: 22:59, 11 July 2008 (UTC)
Current mood: Dessip
Stuff Absorbed: Strawberry yogurt

Hey there, guys. (No I will not say it with a J again. Marshie convinced me that that's creepy.) I figured out how to shapeshift. Actually, it's not exactly shapeshifting, it's more like... shapesculpting. If I concentrate hard enough, I can pull my mass into different shapes, like a bust of Van Buren, a dollar sign, a tooth, a lamp, and a whole bunch of other random stuff. The audience (Homsar, a gray rock monster, and some guy with a catapult coming outta his back) liked it a lot, so they gave me their shirts. (Homsar wasn't wearing undergarments. His butt is something I don't want to remember.) So then, I started to shape-sculpt into each of them, and I put their shirts on and walked around imitating them. Then a drunk Coach Z jumped into me and slurped me up, right in the middle of my RADDA poetry. I was just a face lying on the floor. Somehow an eagle picked me up and dumped me in a 10,000-mile wide lake of strawberry yogurt. With what little body I had left, I sculpted myself into a toy sailboat and sail to shore. On land, I absorbed enough strawberry yogurt to form a new body and chased down Coach Z. With him cornered on the Graffiti wall, I was taken into custody by Strong Mad who was searching for Tony Stony. Coach Z got away, but then Strong Mad saw the rock man and dropped me into a sewage drain. I fell into a series of pipes and ended up coming out of the terlet in the locker rooms, where Coach Z was puking his pants with all my corporeality. I left the strawberry yogurt in the shower, and managed to get my body back. I found my way to the zoo, where only Homsar and the catapult guy were left. Turns out the catapult guy is a big-shot movie producer and offered Homsar a documentary on his life. Homsar just kept rambling on about some woman from Kungary and her Formula 1 Bathtub. And that's when I got dinner. Fuzzy pancakes, joy. Well, POFN.

Date: 16:00, 8 June 2008 (UTC)
Current mood: Game-hyped
Stuff Absorbed: Game Cartridges

I was playing on my Videlectrix Zeeblo, a handheld gaming device striped like a zebra, today, not looking where I was going. The game I was playing is called "Power Peanuts Extleme" and I was playing as Gordon, the green, British power peanut, against Icicle Bicycle, an evil icy-powered bicycle. So it was all fine and dandy, and sort of dandruffy, when I somehow wandered out of my cage in a way I didn't even know myself. As I was sluggering along the Field, I made my way up the steps of Homestar's house. Somehow, I got under the door, and into Homestar's bathroom. When he came downstairs to do his business, he came in and nearly sat on me, because he's not a morning person, so he couldn't see that well. As he squished into my flesh, I screamed. Loudly. I shattered the windows. Then Homestar called animal control and described me as "a fat lemon jello monster". I'm not fat, I'm width-challenged, much like the Poopsmith is not stinky, just fragrance-impaired. Animal control(Strong Mad and the Poopsmith) came with some remote-control robot arms and took me back to the zoo. Homjestar stole my Zeeblo, though, and I'm pretty angry about that. Luckily all he knows how to do is open and close it. Byediddybye, and POFN!

Date: 02:39, 1 March 2008 (UTC)
Current mood: Spooked
Stuff Absorbed: Popcorn and a Kamikaze Watermelon

So I was watching a movie I caught on Divo, Kill Truck 2, with a bunch of my friends, like SGR, Fat Bluebird, The Goblin, The Yello Dello, and Smundy, and we totally got scared out of our skin. It was really scary. We were bitinbg our nails, if we had any, and wetting our surroundings, and stuff. Some kiddos, like Gavin, even choked on their popcorn. We had to resuscitate him. With a straw. Then, right at the all climactic moment, Smundy burped up a kamikaze watermelon and splatted me in the face. It was gross but refreshing. And that's all, I have to say about that!