I recently found out that TV children's star "Mister Rogers" recently died of stomach cancer. Stuff was spreading around the school like wildfire, most of it all jokes and such. Now, don't get me wrong, I laughed when a guy recorded some Mister Rogers clips and took them out of context ("Mister McFeely came over last night...he told me he had a secret he wanted to tell me. Something fun!"), but I kind of could tell many people had this "awww" feeling when they heard about the event. Not to be sappy, but this is just my little tribute to Mr. Fred McFeely Rodgers...along with some other comments from the internet.

"I guess i just wanted to say, sad to see you go, Mr. Rogers, the world will miss you. :)"-Fred of Megatokyo

"74 years of setting a good example and never a ding on his record. In this world, that alone is truly amazing."-denied! of Where Are My Pants?

I've been sick for quite a while recently. Almost a week. Now I'm all better.

Anyway, one of the days that I was sick, the weather guy was talking on and on about something. What he was talking about was known as "Hoodie-Hoo Day". This is the day where, at noon, you go outside, run around with your hands over your head, and yell out "Hoodie hoo!". And this will keep old man winter away. I really, really wanted to go outside and yell out "HOODIE-HOO" to anybody who would listen, but my throat was killing me. So, I think next year, we should have a virtual Hoodie Hoo day. We can all log on to AOL IM at noon, and all type in HOODIE HOO. That'd be cool.

No, it wouldn't be cool. I'm just incredibly bored.

The company that you may have heard of known as Google purchased a little company that hosts this site and also developed the software I use to make updates to the site. Yeah. You see, this is a big thing, so I've heard. Google might do something about it, and make it a part of their website. To that, I say:

Cool. I guess.

It's big news, or something. I don't know why; I'm just commenting on this.

A Conversation.

name censored: Hey, do you know (censored guy)??
tomamama29: Yes.
censored: You have n e classes with him
tomamama29: yes
tomamama29: two classes
censored: wat period(s)???
tomamama29: (censored)
censored: will u do me a big favor ??
tomamama29: ummm....What is it?
censored: ask him out for me????
censored: Plz!
tomamama29: Ummm...you see, I don't think I can do that.
censored: ok
tomamama29: Because, you see, it'd look kind of weird if I asked him out.
tomamama29: You know?
censored: ya
censored: il have (yet another person censored) do it?
censored: !!!!!
tomamama29: You see, I'm imagining that right now....you know, me...
tomamama29: and it's not...
censored: sorry
tomamama29: It's okay.
tomamama29: Just imagine me asking him out.
censored: i feel bad now
tomamama29: That's okay.
tomamama29: I didn't mean to make you feel bad.
tomamama29: Sorry.
censored: its ok
tomamama29: Pie!
tomamama29: I'm sure (censored) can be trusted with that.
tomamama29: Just don't give her pie.
tomamama29: Give me pie.
censored: ok

Note: If you, censored, are reading this, and if you don't want this up here, contact me. If you don't like all of this censoring, then tough.

I think that I may be going insane. I really don't know why. But I think I may be going insane. If so, it's a nice day for it.

I'm currently wondering if I'm going insane. Now, the average person may be wondering, "Hey, who in their right mind would be going insane?"

Exactly. Anybody who's considering if they're insane must be going insane. So, therefore, I am insane.

This thought occured to me when I was in study hall. I just thought, "I'm getting bored to death, so therefore, I must be insane." So, I whisper to a friend. "Psst," I say. Well, you can't say the word "psst" very well, that is, without sounding like you're cursing.

"What?!" they say. There I discovered that this wasn't really who I meant to be talking to. They were wearing the same sweatshirt AND had the same color hair as them, so I thought they were someone else that they really weren't, but, alas, they weren't the someone that I thought that they were.

Confused? So am I. It's the insanity, I tell you.

So, I just said, "I think I'm going insane."
"You've got nothing to blame?"
"No...I said that I was going insane."
"Ohhhhhh," they say, in a really "I-don't-give-a-darn" matter.

That whole insanity test didn't work. Everybody who sees it laughs. It should be called the "brain dead" test. If you see it without laughing, you are obviously brain dead. Either that, or your some guy who doesn't know what "humor" is even if it smacked them upside the head and screamed like an elephant.

Yup. Insane.

NOTE: The insanity test can be found here, for you inquisitive folk. Turn up your speakers a bit for the full expreience.

My current things I am working on:

"Louie Louie" Powerpoint presentation for "Say What?!" performance
New website
"Cooking with Pie" script for "Say What?!" performance
Figuring out how to play "We Like the Moon" on a piano
"Middle Finger" Monolouge for "Say What?!"
Burning a couple of CD's for "Say What?!"
A top secret project that will soon be revealed

I can't think of much to write.

Mel finally arrived, with software a week ago. Customer service was very unpleasent. Sony Style took a month to get everything figured out.

But I like Mel. He's running as I speak. Recently, he tumbled over, and did this cool thing with his legs to get himself up. I'll post more later.

Sure, we all like the moon, but maybe not as much as the spongemonkeys!