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After sleeping an entire 32 hours, I'm back for another blog entry.

So, apparently July 12th is "National Science Day". I never knew this, and I don't think anybody else knew either, but as I was awoking from my 32 hours slumber, I noticed a whole bunch of stuffs set up around The Stick. As a matter of fact, nobody knows how that stuff got there. Strong Sad must've called in an airdrop or something...

Well, there was all this Science-related-stuff that we could take part in. I decided to look at three sections mostly - "The Physics of Hats", "What Is A Fourth Wall?" and the entire new "For Dummies" range. I mean, there's "Hat Polishing for Dummies", "Ash Pudding for Dummies", "Homsar for Dummies", "Technology That Makes You Look And Sound Like Stinkoman So You Can Double-Cross Somebody for Dummies" and a whole range for other miscellaneous things.

The peak of the day was when Strong Sad announced that there would be a competition for best Science Experiment. I ended up winning with my mind control helmet. I don't even know how I made it, I just got some stuff from the fridge, glued some car parts together, mixed them with a toilet set and baked it all at 256 degrees. It works pretty good on Strong Bad. Speaking of which, he's outside yelling. I'd better go deal with him.

Current mood: Controllored

Current flash movie: The Simpedia Revealed - Super Sam

Okay, I've been sorta-really slack the ast couple of days. I guess I'd better make another excuse. Ummm... so, from Thursday to Saturday, I was out discovering the secrets of Free Country USA. What I found was actually quite boring. Apparently, Coach Z used to be a Rock Star, and Marzipan is the King of Town's daughter. That's the best I came up with. Okay, that was a lame and also dumb excuse.

Well, you see, the last few days I was helping Marzipan around the house. You know, feeding her vegetable choir, helping her with her radish garden, and such. I would've typed up my blog, but Homzipan Marzipan doesn't have a computer, as she thinks they're evil. I didn't think it was physcially possible, but that excuse both sucked and blowed.

I was on vacation the last couple of days, and I was about to board the plane, when I saw a sign that said "No Rocko 1024s". I had to leave it at the airport. It ended up I got on the wrong plane, and I ended up on an abandoned island... man, these suck. You don't get a ding.

Alright, I can't make up good excuses. What really happened is that I had over-charged my Homsacard, and my internet access was terminated. So, now I've managed to pay the bill back, and now I can use the internet again. And now, for a bit of philloscophical wonder, I shall exit my Jibberish-to-Word program, and tell you some stuff from the heart.

AaAaAaAa, for the autumn of the pencil shavings. Rhyming bells, S.S. Garland is at video tape. Crash to the phone, variously placed monkey muffins. Altrimiters beware, I'm a song from the sixties.

Current mood: Philloscophical

Current flash movie: Sprite Minigames - Hoeloe

Some guy walked up to me yesterday and offered me $5,000 to star in a Mastercard ad. I delightfully accepted, not knowing that I would have to re-live my worst nightmare. Yes,even I have a situation so dasterdly that I would scream and run around the screen.

The first shot was easy. They said all I had to do was sit at the Beepy and say some random jibberish. I got it out of the trash, cleaned it up and said, "Potatoes rain from the sky." The next one was not so easy. They wanted to get a shot of my in hospital, so they wrapped me up in casts and bandages and placed me on a hospital bed. They told me to stay still, which wasn't really a problem since I couldn't move, anyway. They said to say some more random stuffs, so I said, Study for the words, please". The next one was a bit worse off. They wanted me to travel to 20X6. I refused, but then they forced me. If that wasn't bad enough, I had to sit there while 1-Up talked about pudding. I started to run around the screen, and then they got annoyed. They restrained me with invisible restraints, and they got the shot they wanted. We all travelled back to 2005, and then they just left. I only ended up getting paid $12.35, as well.

Well, at least I got my own Mastercard now, number is 4648 2846 6316 2457. It's even got me on it! And that's why I didn't do a blog entry yesterday.

Making Up Excuses As To Why You Didn't Write Your Blog Entry Yesterday - Priceless.

Current mood: Serenitied

Current flash movie: Conquestians - Jac_b Someone

Well, I'm back where I belong. I'm a little dizzy from time travelling, but the Beepy was much more worser off then me. Apparantly it couldn't take the strain, so now I have a new computer. Bubs hooked me up for 2,506 pencil shavings. I would've fainted, but lickly I had my emergency pencil shaving supply in the bathtub. Hey, don't give me those funny looks! I couldn't include everything in the house tour.

The Rocko 1024 - simply pronounced as "The Rocko Ten Twenty Four". It comes with all the classic features of a newly bought computer, heck, it's even better then the Lappy! It has accidental Time Travel prevention, plus, at only 15 pencil shavings a month each, Time Travel Insurance, Natural Disaster Insurance, Strong Bad Insurance (that's a good one), Falling Toilet Insurance and Heavy Lourde Insurance. I've got a TTNDSBFTHL Insurance all in one now, for only 90 pencil shavings a month. It also comes with the latest in Jibberish-To-Word translators, plus it comes with a free (50 pencil shavings) Jibberish-To-Voice headset! Not that anybody really cares what I say.

I really oughta get something down about the radiation it's giving off. I've heard thaassssssssonp;; zo z[o984ey9o

Current mood: Disorientated

Current flash movie: RaidenX - Go0gley

I've been so rushed around in the last few days that I didn't have time to write a blog entry. You see, I'm going back to 2005 today, and I've made a few friends I have to say goodbye to.

So, Marizchan seemed prooty upset to see me go, but I guess that's just typicall Marzipan/Marzichan style. All 1-Up did was cry about pudding, and Stinkoman kept on going on about how the chicken industry was destroyed by a giant chicken. I really don't get that. But howanyways, I'm pretty everybody was at least a little sad to see me go.

I was about to leave, when I stumbled upon a room full of presents. I thought, "Aw, they lke me!" I opened them all and ate all the chocolate I found. Stinkoman found me just after I had eaten the last one. Around 5 minutes later, I was running from the entire 20X6 population of Free Country USA. This included the 20X6 me. How was I meant to know that the presents were for the annual chocolate drive?

Anydangway, I managed to find shelter in a destroyed chicken factory. Now I know what Stinkoman was talking about. So, I had just enough time to write this blog entry. Oh boy, now they're banging on the door. Time to teleport back to where I belong, and where not everybody hates me.

Not enough battery power to travel to 2005. Closing programs...

• jibberish-to-word.exe
• puddinglocator.exe
• Powered by the Homsar (folder)
• blogwriter.exe

Current mood: Freak-ed Oot?

Current flash movie: Away On Vacation - Joshble Duece