Paper Tiger

Whats in a name?

whats more, how the hell do people get their names?

Johnson: obviously, son of John

Stevenson: son of Stevenson, duh

Krautter: .................one who Krauts?


Who was the person to say, "ok, this guy is named Sveltman, this guy's name is Paul Rusesabagina, and he will be played by Don Cheadle?" an Oscar? Who thought of that?

I can See-well I guess

who the hell am i kidding, i got nothing
and now we will go over to our guest author this evening for a public announceblog from messr. Cody Neubauer

[Uhh...let's see, so far we have two extremely odd comments that didn't come out of right field...they came from past the scorebaord next to right field behind some old shed where they used to keep baseball equiptment, but don't anymore because the shed is so fucked up nobody will go near it. I liked where Matthew was going with the Krautter comment, but once again he left us in the dark w/ our pants around our proverbial ankles begging for more. If I'm not mistaken 'Krautter' comes from the Greek word 'Krotus' which means "sex appeal...lots and lots of sex appeal." There's some closure for all of you who were wondering where exactly Matt was going with that one.

Next, I suppose whoever decided that Don Cheadle would play Paul Rusesabigina would be whoever did the casting for Hotel Rwanda. The End. As for the guy named Sveltman...I don't have a god damn clue what Matt's talking about at all. Sorry. Back To Matt.]

Sveltman, when broken down in the American language of Modified English, is said to mean "a man who is svelt", much like Cody, as he so esteems himself. In the Scandinavian typeface, Americans can't read it or understand it, so therefore its real meaning is lost forever.

You might find the above text to tickle your fancy, possibly even causing you to chuckle or make another kind of laughter noise(see SentShep blog). Then again, it may not, but thats your problem.

Cody again.

[Wow, talk about not leaving me with much. Following up those couple fragments is like standing around after somebody did a really awful job singing the national anthem way too slowly and used half a dozen incorrect words and you feel like everyone's blaming you for it. In that case I always turn to the crowd yell "LOOK!" and point at some random person in the audience, then run and hide in the bathroom. No running or hiding now though, I'm the special guest. I like Ashlee Simpson and I only get to be on the Tonight Show because my sister is totally smokin hot. Matt, on the other hand, is not my sister, though he is almost as smokin' hot as Joel "Crowded House" Krautter.

I suppose I'll end this Matt-Sewell-Style so he doesn't have to strain himself thiking about it...it's late. Eh hem...

Well, the movie Pulp Fiction.

Good Movie.

I wonder where babies come from? I bet Joel Knows.

Cretin.

Morgan Evans-Lomysva. Did I spell that right? I wonder if she knows how to cross her eyes.

Roller Coaster.

I like taco-salad. Deep, yes, fried and... I forgot what I...

I got nothin']