Jerik Hendrickson

Wow. I’m so glad “my boy Bangs” has the courage to finally make a song for the ladies who like to go to da movies.

Technology

The “infinite scroll” feature on the Tumblr dashboard is awesome!

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Just to continue the Nofx theme, here’s It’s My Job to Keep Punk Rock Elite, off the album So Long and Thanks For All the Shoes

These guys were one of the more important bands of my formative years, and for that I will probably be behind everything they ever do, regardless of what anyone says or what terrible hair decisions they make. That being said, this was a pretty interesting and entertaining series. I’ve always wondered what kind of money a band like Nofx makes, and hey I found it out!

Before I forget

I had this disturbing dream last night. I was in the backyard of the house I lived in until I was 18, and there were people strewn about the yard. Family, friends, etc. I looked around and saw this baby, who somehow had an anime face. I commented on the baby to my mother and sister, and as I did the baby’s face turned into a look of horror. I realized that right next to this baby was an identical baby, but its head was cracked open, hollowed out, and full of garbage.

Naturally I called 911 to report this garbage filled baby corpse. I was horrified. I explained to the operator what I’d seen. The operator told me to hold. After a few seconds she came back and said, “Sir, in the past we’ve received prank calls from this number using a fake Latino accent, so we can’t take your call seriously”

I remember going off, and that’s all.

All around da world

Apparently I have repeat viewers from Peru, Canada, Finland, and Russia. Hey guys. Hope things here aren’t too lame here.

I’d also like to send a shout out to my one-time viewers in Ireland, UK, Italy, New Zealand and and Sweden.

I don’t know what a hard disk error is. All I know is I had a new high score on Snood and now no one will believe me.

he seems smart.

anokaything:

Here’s Soulja Boy, someone we’ve given millions of dollars to. This is also where he chooses to keep it. In a bank? Nay! In a vault of some sort? NAY!!! In an unprotected shoe box? Aye! Aye, indeed!

The way he acts surprised upon the revealing of the money really made me mad. You’re dead to me, Soulja Boy.

Jerith?

I watch a lot of movies, so I feel like I’ve had some experience in spotting movie cliches. One that’s really bothering me lately is the inclusion of “the guy who can’t quite remember someone’s name”

For instance, a character will be named Joey and the guy who can’t quite remember someone’s name will call him “Johnny”. Joey will then say something like “It’s Joey,” and a few minutes later the guy will call him Jody, etc etc.

Are there people like this in real life?

Recently while channel surfing I discovered the 2002 remake of the movie Carrie. I didn’t know that this existed. I feel as thought it shouldn’t exist. This is all beside the point. The movie is terrible. I mean really bad, and they have a huge huge huge use of the guy who can’t quite remember someone’s name.

He’s the principal at Carrie’s school. Carrie is sitting outside of his office while he’s talking to her gym teacher. The gym teacher says her name, which is “Carrie White”. Seconds later the principal asks his secretary, “Could you please send in Carrie Wright, please?” Ok. Perhaps he misheard. White and Wright are pretty close. Literally 5 seconds later, as Carrie enters the office he refers to her as “Cassie”. She angrily says, “It’s Carrie,” which he hears, but somehow manages to yet again call her Cassie a minute or two later.

I realize that people who make movies use this as a device to indicate that the guy who can’t quite remember someone’s name is really someone who doesn’t really care about the character whose name is being flubbed. However, I refuse to believe that any real people are just that stupid.

I’d be lying if I said I never screwed up someone’s name. Everyone does. But there are limits. I once met a Tanya and hours later thought she was a Tara. This was hours later, not five seconds after being told she was Tanya. Why? Because I’m not a moron, her full name just didn’t transfer from my short term to my long term memory.

Here’s a script I wrote involving Carrie’s principal, who apparently does not have a short term memory.

PRINCIPAL: I don’t know honey, that girl at the school is getting teased so much

PRINCIPAL’S WIFE: Oh, she can’t help that her mother is a little wacky. Those kids should just leave her alone.

PRINCIPAL: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

PRINCIPAL’S WIFE: The White girl. Carrie. You were just talking about her.

PRINCIPAL: WHO ARE YOU!!??!?!

PRINCIPAL’S WIFE: What?

PRINCIPAL: OH MY GOD HOW DO I BREATHE?!?!?!

PRINCIPAL’S WIFE: Are you ok?!

PRINCIPAL: WHAT ARE WORDS? WHAT’S ENGLISH? GLIBBIT WANGY FRUMBUR!

PRINCIPAL’S WIFE: YOU’RE SCARING ME!

PRINCIPAL: FRRRRM. MUNGY ROBLO TOB! FREN. GAB. GABBIN LIM. HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR. Blum. Blummy. Blummy.

PRINCIPAL’S WIFE: I’M CALLING AN AMBULANCE!

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