tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148629542008-06-04T02:59:31.140-05:00Courtnoreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-79151360262300129222007-08-11T02:30:00.000-05:002007-08-11T02:45:10.592-05:00

1. His recent Zach Galifianakis collaboration. 2. Putting 50 Cent's money where his mouth is. 3. Edgy yet poignant lyrics that allow me to sustain the illusion that I understand black people and thus relieve centuries of white guilt. If Kanye wanted to go the extra mile: 1. Put Gold digger on every track.

Mikeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04404972024632710362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-68429978119813391052007-07-14T01:35:00.000-05:002007-07-14T08:38:32.562-05:00

Transformers are less impressive than they appear. Ah yes, here we are: movie season again. Of course I'll try not to sensationalize it like the gamut of media outlets, proclaiming their oh-so-astute insight into this summer's theme. It's the COMEDY SUMMER: License to Wed, Knocked Up, and Chuck and Larry. No no that's all wrong it's the RETURN OF THE SEQUELS: Pirates, Spidey, Ocean and Die

Mikeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04404972024632710362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-38716906182228055522007-07-13T22:18:00.000-05:002007-07-13T23:52:57.782-05:00

A hollywood book signing with Mike Faerber, enjoy: Only Fan - Hey Mike, my name's Aaron, I love your wri- Mike - Aren't there supposed to be... more of you? O.F. - Well, I can't speak for- Mike - Really, I had at least 12 of you 6 months ago. I wonder if... O.F. - So what's the new book about? Mike - ... they're all stuck in the traffic that's on the way here. Hmm? O.F. - I'd like a signed

Mikeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04404972024632710362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1169435317042094872007-01-21T20:49:00.000-06:002007-01-22T23:47:13.446-06:00

Well look at that. Mike started writing again. And also talking in third person. But as long as he's not here. I wanted to let you know that Mike is pretty much in love with this man. More specifically this video created by that man. If you can put aside the fact that I look exactly like him... to the point where one would suspect I crafted my image after his own. It's quite possible. He's

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1169232211912651082007-01-19T12:30:00.000-06:002007-01-19T12:43:31.936-06:00

Nathan called me out, I've been lazy lately, and ironically enough on a film set. But he forgot the part about me idly wasting hours with a beer in hand. Alas, it was not in vain, for it was on a film set that history was made. Cute Ugly Cute is a game that I fear will start sweeping the nation, become spread too thin, lose its appeal and be bastardized just like those Chuck Norris facts.

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1167913055629195812007-01-04T04:07:00.000-06:002007-01-04T06:17:35.723-06:00

It's 4 am, and as is not uncommon, I'm unable to sleep because their is a loud, belligerent pity party being thrown in my "pad." My pad being my brain. Frat boy response: Please, you should start wearing a pad, woman-person. Once again the thoughts on my mind are girls, acceptance, and why the aforementioned two bother me so much. It is a common theme on PIC. How to get laid. Unfortunately

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1167429422430040582006-12-29T15:01:00.000-06:002006-12-29T15:57:02.533-06:00

Dreams are a funny thing. Just the idea of your brain not getting enough thinking activity in during the day, and has to have its little play time is kinda creepy. Division of the conscious and unconscious, emergence of feelings that were previously repressed, it kinda makes you wonder who that "other" person living up there is, and whether you can trust him. Talking to friends, they're always

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1167130854606320422006-12-26T03:39:00.000-06:002006-12-26T05:00:54.740-06:00

I've recently rented the first season of Scrubs from netflix *Smiles while holding up red envelope* I now have the first four seasons waiting in my queue, and here's why. Scrubs is Unfuckingbelievafuckingble. Fucking. In fact, Scrubs is so good, that here is a list of non-fabricated (exaggerated hyperbole to follow later in this blog) reactions I have to the show. - I tear up. And not at

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1166835748137995342006-12-22T17:41:00.000-06:002006-12-22T19:59:10.313-06:00

I don't understand homophobia. Even among close friends, who aren't bible-beating, shotgun-pumping, big teste-d, Frat-ball player steak lovers, I still feel a lot of resentment and hate-speech a la. "Seriously Mike, I'm beginning to think you're gay." Okay, so I kissed a guy. The story (told briefly because it's not the point) - At a party, a desperate looking (I'm talking sunken eyes and

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1166776154896455902006-12-22T02:02:00.000-06:002006-12-22T03:31:32.113-06:00

I'm referring for once not to me but Curtiss... the jackass who does fucked up shit with enemas and things and now writes about it in his PIC column... Also don't forget Chris Phelan. But i'm sure this is old news. And since Court hasn't been blogging lately, I figured I'd fulfill that whole "PIC Behind the scenes" role. New babies... new new babies. Ah let's break it down into a easy to

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1166607656934651552006-12-20T03:01:00.000-06:002006-12-20T03:40:57.846-06:00

It's 3 am, I'm blogging, and I'm rattling off as many one liners* as possible. Let's do this. Asking someone to be your Netflix friend is like saying, "Tell me how to be like you." I like Nyquil, because between its name and slogan, you know what it does. Water: The swallow liquid. My sister came home from college with two beta fish. Apparently one picks on the other, and I caught them in

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1166372015265061732006-12-17T09:46:00.000-06:002006-12-17T12:21:15.110-06:00

that make you suddenly want to write. Is it the inability to sleep? The need to focus your mind on something? Or is it the seemingly profound thoughts that come into your throbbing head, causing you to seek anything that relieves that pressure. Right now the thought that has clubbed me over its head, carried me in its trunk, and now holds me captive in its dank, dark basement tied to a chair,

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1165602845633772952006-12-08T12:09:00.000-06:002006-12-08T12:34:11.646-06:00

Today has been the best day ever and here's why: - I got absolutely no sleep last night writing a paper. - that paper followed a 5 hour sound mix session earlier yesterday afternoon - this week as been a royal stress fest But I don't have any finals, so my semester is officially over. I don't think you're really FEELING how happy I was this morning... the kind of happy that only comes from

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1165456535154758992006-12-06T19:53:00.000-06:002006-12-06T19:55:35.173-06:00

And no, it's not about underwear... Ever been so busy that you don't even have time to drink a beer? I'm not talking about relaxing, I'm saying the physical act of chugging is wasting precious seconds that you need. *from the desk of someone who should be working, but comes up with ridiculous thoughts instead*

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1165184444268758602006-12-03T15:23:00.000-06:002006-12-03T16:20:44.536-06:00

What is Happiness? Money, laughter, friends, love, an empty bottle, a job you love? I think about that from time to time, and now in my much hungover state... I was randomly unhooking girls' bras last night, if that's any indication... I think I've figured out a small chunk of that "Happiness" at least as I see it. No, Alcohol isn't happiness. Anyone who's done morning after party clean-up

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1164838435426274552006-11-29T15:05:00.000-06:002006-11-29T16:13:55.523-06:00

I believe that on a fairly regular basis, I look like Hell. I know this because on a fairly regular basis, someone tells me as much... Today in particular, it was myself as I looked at my reflection. Let me clarify. I don't mean the drab-just-threw-on-some-old-clothes kind of hell, you know the way sorority girls will wear some ridiculously unflattering attire that is deemed acceptable because

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1164618168119131532006-11-27T02:44:00.000-06:002006-11-27T03:02:48.186-06:00

Play Truth or Dare with people who ask embarassing questions? OR Play Spin the Bottle with embarassing looking ladies? Keep in mind that at some point you might play Never Have I Ever with people who ask about the above situations.

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1164357420818938592006-11-24T01:06:00.000-06:002006-11-24T02:37:00.896-06:00

Alternatitles: More like American SLUT! and The Famished Family and the Mystery of the Missing Values. Earlier today, in the midst of Thanksgiving festivities, my grandfather erupted with a stubbornness so awkward it almost ruined the holiday. We're talking claymation OH NO face, people. Let me explain. The Cowboys game was on... I live in Texas. At halftime Carrie Underwood performed,

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1164251291201016242006-11-22T20:34:00.000-06:002006-11-22T21:08:11.253-06:00

Quick right now, tell me. WITHOUT LOOKING. You don't really know, do you. Nobody does... except in TWO circumstances. 1- As you got out of the shower, you took a glance in the mirror, and gave yourself half a stiff (or bit your lip and shuddered, if female.) From this point until you drunkenly come to tears... I mean terms with your surrender at the wee hour of 4:30 am, you're entertaining

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1164154586435301332006-11-21T17:57:00.000-06:002006-11-21T18:16:26.663-06:00

This is me wearing my shirt design. I'm quite proud of it. Go buy one so that if we ever are at the same party, I can totally swoop in on the girl you're doggin' with a quick "Hey, did you know I created the shirt he's wearing. No really! Let's talk about it while i undo your bra."

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1164101695519584252006-11-21T02:44:00.000-06:002006-11-21T03:34:55.606-06:00

The Five O'Clock Shadow - Five minutes to make you lau- Half of being responsible is just being somewhere. Showing up to work, making it to class, staying in your bed rather than hooking up with that easy drunk acquaintance who won't fill the gaping void of unhappiness. In the age of the internet you'd think there'd be a new home based e-responsibility. But instead we have porn. I once

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1163627045412643002006-11-15T14:31:00.000-06:002006-11-15T15:44:05.516-06:00

I don't know if there are any University of Texas or Austin readers out there, but if there are, I figure i'll write one good post for YA'LL! Here comes the local humor. - Who would win in a fight between a spicy pickle and a mellow mushroom? WHICH 'WICH is better? As far as price goes, you're better of KERB'ing your appetite. I don't want to DRAG this argument out, though. we'll discuss MOE

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1163547830487788762006-11-14T15:49:00.000-06:002006-11-14T17:43:50.656-06:00

*There are certain topics in the world of college humor that must be told and re-told. Take the current front page article for Points In Case, case in point. The basic how to hit on women piece. It is our generation's nude, pudgy woman renaissance painting: re-done over and over, but each expressing that individual flair. I now am ready to accept that challenge* Women. It's what you're

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1163455708816829652006-11-13T15:56:00.000-06:002006-11-13T16:08:28.840-06:00

The 5 O'Clock Shadow - Five minutes to make you lau- I'm currently in the process of editing a video project for class... one made much more difficult by the fact that I don't own a mac and have to hole up in the campus labs in order to use Final Cut Pro. So naturally I have very ambivalent feelings toward Apple: I HATE how much I'd LOVE to have one. I think this is how most of America feels

Courtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14862954.post-1163012735200188102006-11-08T12:54:00.000-06:002006-11-08T13:05:35.243-06:00

The 5 O'Clock Shadow - Five minutes to make you lau- I'm already a day late on a ten page paper due in one of my classes. For you math majors out there, that's like being 1 day late on 2, 5 page papers. Although being MATH majors, I'm sure you still have no idea what that's like. It's equivalent to about 100 word problems, except I have to write, not solve, them. I already have 5 points off

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