Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Hey


Hey. I'd like to take a moment out of today's bullshit and give you guys a word of the day. Here it is:

"bombast"- this is pretentious, exaggeratedly learned language. When one tries to be eloquent by using the largest, most uncommon words, one falls into bombast

P.S. The picture is a member of Isenseven flashing his guns. What a cool guy.

Love,
ILANA

Monday, May 11, 2009

Issue #4- Campfire Stories... "The Adventures of Palmer and Butler"

BOOM! The first punch hit a freshman square in the jaw. The freshman fell to the floor, but a friend of his was quick to retaliate. Within 30 seconds, the entire hallway was involved in a major fight. It was underclassmen versus upperclassman, and they were fighting dirty. As the students punched, kicked, and fell- two prominent figures appeared in the midst of the insanity, and all fell quiet.
The silence lasted for about a second before kids started fleeing. As the students started to run, the figures were right on their tails, throwing threats of detention and in-school suspension their way. Now, you may be wondering what two people could be so commanding that their presence in the hallways literally forces students to cease disruption, but is it really a secret? These figures were none other than Ms. Palmer and Mrs. Butler.
Ah, Palmer and Butler, Long Beach High School’s very own dynamic duo. With their speed, their authority, and their devilish good looks, how could anyone want to get on the bad side of Long Beach High School’s deans? It’s a mystery to me too, but alas, these strong woman are put to the test everyday.
One day in particular was a challenge for our lovely heroines. The day started rather nicely, it was already fourth period and only one skirmish between two sophomore girls necessitated dean-intervention. Palmer and Butler were patrolling the hallways as usual, glad for this day of joyous rest, when they heard the first crash.
The crash seemed to come from the Science Research Lab, a place where very few people have access too. Literally 98.7% of students and faculty have never been inside this room, and for good reason. It is well known that the Science Research Lab, cruel experiments are done on lizards in polka-dotted dresses.
Following the crash, they heard screams, and several animal noises. Figuring it was just another experiment, they dismissed it and went on happily patrolling their beloved hallways, because even Palmer and Butler don’t want to get involved with the atrocity of Science Research.
The day went on very nicely, and by eighth period the deans were convinced that they wouldn’t have to go through any trouble that day at all. They decided to settle down in the Teacher’s Lounge for a cup of celebratory coffee, when the deans heard the unmistakable sound of riot breaking lose, and from the sounds involved, it was a riot involving not only students, but lizards as well.
Palmer and Butler scurried through the halls so fast, they would have received tickets if they had been in Point Lookout. They located the scene of the riot, and were absolutely shocked at what they found. The Science Research kids had built an army of not only giant lizards in polka dotted dresses, but reptiles of all kinds wearing dresses of every sort! To top it off, some of these dresses were spaghetti-strapped, which is clearly against school policy!
With so many rules broken, the mutant, cross-dressing reptiles were no match for Palmer and Butler. The reptiles learned how to fight from old Jackie Chan movies, and luckily Ms. Butler is an expert in Karate. Ms. Palmer prefers not to fight, and instead protect, which makes the deans such a perfect team. Butler takes down the enemies while Palmer throws them into isolation.
After an intense showdown involving multiple practices of martial arts, and a few throws worthy of the major leagues, the battle was won. But one question still remained: was this an accident, or was there something more going on here? Could this have been an attempt to overthrow authority, or maybe just overthrow the social breakdown of a high school?
Lots of theories are still flying around Long Beach High School about this day, but the truth is still unknown. All that is known is the facts, which we have stated previously. Needless to say, what ever happened in the Science Research Lab that day was odd, and that if it hadn’t been for Ms. Palmer and Ms. Butler, we would have been in serious danger. So The Thread kindly asks you, the students of Long Beach High School, to show a little love and give our deans a break by staying out of trouble.

Issue #5- Campfire Stories.... "Mailboxed"

“Whoa! Sweet pen! Where did you get that?”
“Well, yesterday, I was walking home from school, and made my usual turn on Pacific. As I walked by the corner, I heard a noise. It was a rather strange sound; I’d call it a mix between a rhinoceros’ roar (to be honest, I’ve never heard a rhinoceros roar, but I imagined it would sound like this) and a tap-dancing glass bottle of Coca-Cola. The sound seemed to be coming from the mailbox. I walked over to the mailbox, and was suddenly compelled to tap the top of it three times, then spin around in a circle while chanting in gibberish. I had assumed that doing so would result in something spectacular, or at least provide an explanation for the noise. So I did it. Unfortunately, nothing happened, besides receiving a few confused stares and feeling absolutely absurd. The sound didn’t cease. Embarrassed, and a bit disappointed, I gave up and decided to continue on my way home. As I waited for the streetlight to change, I lightly pressed the cross-walk button. Suddenly, the traffic light changed. That was expected. But also suddenly, the noise grew louder. I turned and looked at the mailbox again, and I noticed that as the sound grew louder, the mail box began to sink in the sidewalk. Here, I decided going home would be terribly anti-climatic, so I stuck around. After a minute or so, the mail box was a foot underground, and seemed to be going down a tunnel. To this day I don’t know whether it was the worst or best decision of my life, but I decided to hop on the mailbox, and see where it would take me. As I hopped on, I remembered that my weight would probably interfere with the speed of the mailbox, and I was right. The second I landed on top of the mailbox, the rate we were traveling drastically increased, and in less then half a minute, I was surrounded by darkness. I crash landed on a slimy, odd surface. I felt around. I seemed to be in some sort of ball pit, much like the ones at McDonalds, but it was very slimy. Yeah, it was pretty disgusting. I walked through the ball pit for a while. Eventually, I saw a light in the distance. I ran through the slimy ball pit towards the light. As I was running, I wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea, because in the movies they always said don’t go to the light at the end of the tunnel, but I figured the light was better then the slimy ball pit. I reached the light, and was hit by a sudden breeze. I walked through the light, and it was dark again. I braced myself for what could come next. Slowly, I took another step and my body began to freefall down. I fell for what seemed like eternity, but also felt like about ten minutes. When I finally landed, I broke my fall with my legs. It hurt. Badly. Through the pain, I looked around, but I couldn’t help but to smile. I had crash landed right in front of my very own house. Even cooler then that, my pockets were filled with an assortment of radical pens, so now I’m set for the rest of this year.”
“Dude! No way- that’s crazy!”
“Yeah, I know. It was a lie. I got this at Staples.”
“Ah, screw you.”

Friday, May 8, 2009

Zombies

Why hello thar!
Ilana here. Before I start, I'd like to say that today while I was sick in bed, I finished reading Paper Towns by John Green. He truly is the man. Anyways, I'd like to bring to your attention a topic of importance...the web comic Cyanide and Happiness. As much as I love xkcd and Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal, I would have to say that Cyanide and Happiness trumps them. Since the day I read my first comic, I was hooked into a never-ending swirling vortex of delicious humor. They have comics that reveal my true feelings on things, which is kind of lame I guess since the comics are shallow and inappropriate (although in a brilliant way). And as I sit here listening to Tenacious D, I'd like to thank Matt, Rob, Kris, and Dave for making it at all possible for me to be an immature jerk. So hats off to you guys. Hats off to your fans. Hats off to Tenacious D. I'm lovin' it.

Yours ever truly,
LanaLanaLana.

P.S. I almost forgot to give you some links.
http://www.explosm.net/comics/1647/
http://www.explosm.net/comics/191/
http://www.explosm.net/comics/628/
and one for good luck:
http://www.explosm.net/comics/411/