[...endless lucid nightmare...]

The Ism of the Commune

A paper on Communism and the Left Wing

By Wonks The Fox, for Karamerm

Communisim is just what the name suggests. An ism, based around a commune. Communism first started back when hippies made it big. That's because they spent most of their time in a commune, and thus the ism was born.

Now contrary to popular belief, communism is not about death camps, or oppression, or hunger, or even Russia or China. Communism is about free love, venereal disease (but in a good way), and acid trips.

Most people think that communism is associated with the colour red because of the negative connotations of the colours of the Russian and Chinese flags back when they did their mean thing. Not true. Communism (the ism of communes) is associated with red because it is the colour of love. And especially free love. The kind hippies like.

Unfortunately communism is not all fun and games. This is where the left wing comes in. These hippies in these communes mostly subscribed to a leftist way of thinking because it meant they didn't have to go to war, didn't have as many governmental sanctions, and could continue all the free love making. Good on them for that, I say. Good on them for that.

However, communism lost favour when the hippies were no longer in favour either. Through the sad developments of veneral diseases (in a bad way) free love was no longer practical. Mostly becuase hippies couldn't afford condoms, didn't believe in them or were allergic to rubber. A sad genetic anomaly passed on to their numerous offspring due to all their free love. So the hippies had to leave their communes, because of bad things that happened in the world. And because Madonna ushered in a new trend in music and their happy bird songs were no longer popular.

Communes still exist today, however they exist in a capacity much diminished from the original intention of the original hippies, and therefore does not exhibit true Communism, but rather Communism Light. The Light Communist is usually a yuppie who has bought into the health-food craze and has decided to pay a portion of money to upkeep a farm, grocery store, or sometimes--albeit unwittingly--a drug ring. These farms, natural grocery stores, and drug rings are run by the former true Communists, who look askance on these Light Communists, but continue with their business in order to promote their own welfare.

Communism has been through many changes, and it varies from commune to commune. But I think it can safely be said, that the ism of communes, in various forms and derivitatives is here to stay.

P.S.- Dear Professor: I'm a closet hippy. If you give me an A you may get to find out just how free my love really is

Well, I've finally updated...this update will appear on all my journals just to keep everyone abreast of the new developments in my life...
And also cos I'm lazy.
But I will start updating everything again soon, so bear with me. I do have about 6 journals or something. It's hard work keeping up with all my non-existent fans.

Anyway, I just got back from my 6 weeks in England about 2 weeks ago.

New developments: I got a tongue ring and a tragus piercing on my right ear.

I had a great time in England. Unfortunately my dad needed the camera to take pix of Shaun's brother's wedding while I was away so I didn't have my own camera with me and the thousands of pictures I normally take has been reduced to hundreds since I used Andy's camera.

Speaking of Andy he's seriously great, and I certainly don't deserve him.

On another note, completely unrelated, I've devised a plan to try to get Korhall, Kellivara, DragonBlade, and Kell's bf Cory all out here for the wedding, which should be fun. It probably won't work out due to all the uncertainties, but it WOULD be an awesome Mini-Con, and I know it would make them happy. Beorn says he'd like to come as well, and I'm really looking forward to that so I hope it works out.

I've actually started planning things for the wedding which is a big step for me. I've narrowed the choices for churches down to three, and I'm going out to see them some time this week with the camera. I'll take pix, send them to Andy via e-mail and hopefully we'll have a church decision within the next two weeks. Hah! Yeah right. I'm such a procrastinator.

Though I have made choices for colours and flowers and stuff. I just need to talk to a florist and a dress-maker...well...ok...my mum. She's a great seamstress and I think that if she ever gets her finger out she would like to help. If not I have no problem with taken the girls shopping, it would just be a lot easier with Kara being in Boston and Caitlin being away at school to have everyone measured and then fitted the month before the actual ceremnoy when Kara will be in town and Caitlin will be back home. I have a huge problem with my mother not wanting to help.
And I'm even more the black sheep now that she's seen my tongue and ear...it's just a bit of metal...she should chill out.

Anyway, I was up late last night talking to Nom and we have a LOT in common...I really really wish things would work out for her, cos I know exactly how she feels and it's crap. :(

I'm still off solid foods on a different note...I had a piece of cheese the other day and ate it almost normally! Today I'm going to see how I get on with fishsticks...since they're realatively soft and I can take little bites I might not have a problem.
But I hate making food and then not being able to eat it.

And speaking of things that I hate, here's another one: Shaun.

Everything with me sucks since I’m back in ugly stupid America. But thanks for asking. ;) Well..it wouldn’t suck SO much if my dad’s stupid roommate (I’ve disowned him…he’s no longer my roommate…I would never CHOOSE to live with anybody that awful) has taken to acting like a complete jackass to me. He only speaks to me to tell me what to do (Do the dishes, put the garbage out, vacuum the carpet) or what not to do (don’t sit in the chair like that, don’t clean that saucepan with that rag, don’t forget to clean the counter-tops), and in the meantime he plays stupid passive aggressive games. Like…even though he has a TV with full cable and satellite in his room he still insists on watching TV in the living room, which means that I, who do not have a TV in my room, have to do something completely different….and even when I’m watching TV he’ll come and change the channel. If I get up to go to the bathroom and leave the TV on, obviously coming right back to continue watching my program, he’ll sneak into the living room, change the channel, plunk himself down, and refuse to get up for a month of Sundays…*sigh* He did that to me last night in the middle of a program I’d been dying to watch about the pyramids in Egypt. He changed the channel so he could watch his stupid basketball. Jerk. Anyway…I tried to go on the computer but he kept at me (don’t sit in the chair like that, don’t type so loud, don’t type so hard, stop typing I’m watching tv) and I just was so put off that I went in my room and went to sleep…it was only around 8pm but I figured it was better than listening to him all night. ANYway, then he proceeded to stay up until 2am, with the TV on full volume, laughing and cheering at the screen at HIS full volume WHILE throwing a ball down the hall (right past my door) for the dog to chase. So I’m woken up around 11 and kept awake until 2am by this constant bounce bounce bounce down the hall and against my door and the wall right behind my head and then the dog racing loudly down the hall to get the ball…over and over and over again…*sigh* And to make matters worse cigarette smoke makes me ill and he insists on smoking in the house so he doesn’t miss a second of his blessed bloody football. (American Football…)….anyway yeah… Anyway, sorry…I just needed to rant about him…he’s a serious Grade A Asshole…:-/ I hate him…if only my dad would get rid of him!! Oh…and to make matters even MORE awful…this stupid roommate temped the job I do for my dad while I was in England…but now has decided that he doesn’t want to give it back…and my dad can’t stand up to him cos he’s a softie and this guy’s mean and scary and my dad has a soft spot for him…so now I’m out of a job and I have to look for a low-wage job which means I’ll have to work full time and won’t be able to go to school now. It’s really sad.
And I hate the way he yells at Saffi (our dog) it's just not nice. :( Poor Saffron is a dog! And he calls her a freak and a spaz when she misbehaves and says things like "If you do that again I'm going to bash your head in!" or "I'm going to break your neck" or "Stop that or I'll kill you!!!" And that seriously bothers me. Shaun's a miserable excuse for a human being...and I just want him out of our lives.

Oh…and I’m craving a brie, bacon, and cranberry baguette sandwich something AWFUL…*sigh* English food is much better than American food. England's national (and by national I mean most popular) dish is Chicken Tikka Masala…ours is a McDonald’s Big Mac.
Curry may not be fine French cuisine…but it’s ENORMOUSLY better than McDonalds! J

Anyway…yeah…that’s what’s up with me…*rolls eyes* Sorry for typing your eyes off….(as opposed to talking your ears off…since…you know…you can’t hear me…)


As for Andy he’s fine, but seriously stressed…it’s his last year at Uni and he’s writing a dissertation this year and it’s weighing on his mind. Plus we’re really short on money right now and since he doesn’t have a job he’s having a real hard time figuring out what he’s going to do for the next year…

And that's pretty crappy...it sucks knowing that it'll be months and ages before we see eachother again. I won't see him til the wedding in all likelihood. I might get to go out for a few weeks this spring if I save up enough...but who knows...I'll get a job soon...maybe...yeah right...and we'll see what happens.

So that's what's been up with me lately. I'll update again soon.

"Emilie was born, lived a little, and generally managed to disappoint pretty much everyone she knew. Then she turned into an alcoholic internet addict, and after a brief stint at some preppy ass-wipe school and a fling with some foot-freak, she came home, generally failed to do or learn anything, and met some old guy on the internet. Then they met and got engaged, and even though he's 33 years old, has a kid, a house in Coventry, and English teeth, the little bitch loves the guy and they're getting married next summer."

does this pretty much sum up my life? i think i'm going to start using this on my bio for blurty.

i love the way the city shines against the clouds...the way the sky glows a pinky orange. i love the smell of the rain. the wet earth. seattle is so gorgeous tonight.

i've been up late watching the movie "stepmom" with julia roberts and susan sarandon. it's basically about a divorced couple, their two children, and the ex-husband's new girlfriend turned fiancee and the hell both the ex-wife and the children (esp. the oldest) put her through before they accept her as part of the new family. not to say that it's not hard for the children or the ex-wife. it is. and there are just as many tearful moments of sympathy with susan sarandon as with juila roberts.
at least there was the first time i watched it. but now...it's different. it's been about a year since i last saw this movie. it's been a year since i stayed up until this same time, to watch this same movie, on this same channel. i dunno. tnt does a julia roberts thing sometimes. coincidence i guess the way it was spaced...
but now the movie has different meaning. faced with having to be a stepmom myself i just can't help but identify with julia roberts's character. the poor woman...i mean susan sarandon sure doesn't make it easy for her...and it's a job that's hard enough on it's own. i know it's not going to be easy for me...even if everything else is perfect...this is going to be hard. trying to, as a complete stranger, assume some sort of a part in a child's life and just expect it to be easy is just not going to happen. that is...i mean, assuming nicky ever lets me meet andy's son i know she's not just going to let it roll from there. and i doubt she'll go and conviently get cancer like susan sarandon does so we can reconcile our differences, make friends, and learn to share female authority figure role before her untimely death.
it's not going to happen...anyway...andy says i don't have to be anthony's mum...that i should just be his friend...and let him dictate the terms of the relationship...and how much "parenting" he actually wants from me...
i know that's the best advice..to just sort of roll with it. but it's a huge responsibility anyway...because even if i'm just a cool older sister figure i still have to be the adult, i still have to look out for this kid, and there are going to be times when andy won't be there to oversee the proceedings. and nicky just won't make it easy. i don't know her. but i know that much.
i'm probably making too big a deal out of this, but i'd rather feel this way than unconcerned. i'd rather that there was too much pressure on me to do this right than not enough. i mean if andy just told me to forget it, that i wouldn't have to do anything, that it's not my job to be a stepmom i'd probably be really upset. i mean, maybe it's not my job...but i feel like it is.
and i'm so scared...that i'll mess up. i mean, anthony doesn't spend all that much time with his dad, it's not like he'll be there 24/7, but he'll be there often, on weekends, afternoons, fridays, etc. and i don't think it's possible for me to get away with not doing anything. i'm afraid to overstep my bounds and afraid that i won't do enough at the same time.
i wish there was some easy solution...some easy answer...but there isn't. there's no easy answer, and no book i read or movie i watch can help.
but the thing is, that even in the end of the movie, julia roberts wasn't really a part of their family. i'll always be the outsider. there will always be that something that i won't be a part of. is it stupid of me for that to hurt? there's a part of andy's life i'll never share with him. that's hard. but what's more is nicky seems to want to make a conscious effort to show that to me...even during the 3 short weeks i visited last spring she made a point not to let me see anthony. i was banished and sent into exile so that andy could spend time with his son. maybe i had too much time to think while i wandered around midieval "spoon" street and watched second rate j.lo. movies with a ben affleck after-course but it seemed to me that by forcing me to isolate myself from thier company meant that i was forced to face that i'm not a part of that family. and that no amount of ceremony, certificates, or vows can make it so. i may marry into that situation...i may adopt this situation as part of my life because it's part of andy's...but i'll never be a part of it. that will always be something she can use against me if she wants...it'll always be something that, if she chooses, she can throw in my face when she wants to make me feel bad.
and what can i do? throw it back? i'll just have to take it. because it's true.
and it hurts...that there's nothing i can do to make this easier, and that there's nothing i can say to make this better. i wish there was some way i could tell her that i never meant for this to happen. that i had no idea about her or anthony or anything until it was too late...that if at that point i could have stopped myself from loving andy...or from him loving me...that i would have...to save their family...their relationship. but it was wrong. it was wrong. and i didn't have any control over it and i didn't do it on purpose.
it just happened...i don't even know how. and i'm sorry. i wouldn't change a thing now. i can't and i won't. but i'm sorry it happened this way. and i know how much she must hate me...but i wish i could show her that i never meant to hurt her. and i never meant to break her family apart. i feel like some sort of evil homewrecking mistress...and that's just not the case. to people who don't know the situation i'm sure that's how it looks...but that's not what happened.
i feel so upset...so sorry...so...awful for what happened. for the pain i caused either directly or indirectly. but of course none of that matters. i'm not the victim. i'm the attacker. i'm the poison. i'm the infestation. no matter how much it hurts me, or how sorry i am, or how awful i feel, or how many times i make myself physically ill because of this...i'm still the bad guy. in everyone else's eyes, and hers especially, i still destroyed something sacred...and that's just so hard to live with.
i want her to like me...and i want anthony to like me too. but how can he...when he sees his mother so hurt by this. when he sees her attitude and the way she'll inevitably treat me and refer to me...there's no way this can be happy and end favourably for all involved.
and i'm scared...for things that haven't happened yet...because there's nothing more important to me than andy...and i just want this to be right.

mermaid.

Harry Potter Evil: Yes or no?

So in reading that "point of view" by some random religious leader I have to wonder what the world is coming to. It's actually interesting, but it's pretty damn stupid too. Read it. Comment.
It's all good.

Quick rant: Will somebody please tell Shaun he's not black? Damn wigger. I wish he'd stop talking like he grew up in Compton or something. He should realise he's white.

And furthermore, the bastard is stupid, he shouldn't try to appear intelligent. He thought Argentinian's spoke Portuguese. I suppose that's not a hard mistake to make, I mean, those South American countries are all the same, right? *gratuitous eye rolling* But it's the sentence a few minutes earlier (when my dad asked if the Argentinian tennis players switched coaches so often was a symptom of perfectionism and Shaun said "Not so much that as they're just tempremental") that really pisses me off. I have an idea, let's make blanketing generalisations about other cultures and people, and unfavourable generalisations I might add, just for the sheer unadulterated hell of it. Yeah. You're cool.
And then when later, I say, "No. Argentinians speak Spanish" and Shaun says, "Right. It's Brazil where you get more Portuquese."
MORE Portuguese? It's only their national language, dumbass. I guess that means a few of them might speak it.
And I especially like the way he agrees with me just to make it look like he knows what he's talking about. Like if after I say something (fact, not opinion. Any opinions I have he arbitrarily rejects and counters) he's like, "Yep. Yep" and starts nodding. As if doing that makes him smarter, as if he actually knew the information before I said it instead of just trying to look smart by agreeing with me or my dad (when he does it).
Oh, and for someone who claims to be a chef he sure can't cook. I mean, a steak griller at the Outback isn't really a chef, is he? He's a cook really. Shaun's cooks steaks at B & C level restaurants.
Andy's a better cook by far. And surprise surprise he can make more than just 3 dishes. (Spaghetti, Steak, and random permutations of other noodle dishes, and other meat dishes which I count as just one.)
And he does this thing...this "Can I make a suggestion?" or "Can you do me a favour?" he's told me (usually when he's yelling at me) numerous times that if you just tell people what to do it pisses them off, so he uses those two catch-all catch-phrases to preface any statement in which he will tell someone what to do. TELLING ME YOU DO THIS JUST MEANS THAT THOSE PHRASES HAVE THE SAME EFFECT AS FLAT OUT TELLING ME WHAT TO DO. He doesn't seem to get this though. And any time I hear him say "Can I make a suggestion?" or "Can you do me a favour?" either to me or to my dad I know it will be followed with "And here's me telling you how to do something you can manage full well on your own" or "And here's me telling you to do something I could very easily do myself but won't because a) I'm to lazy, or b) I've arbitrarily decided it's your "job" or even c) a combination of the two. God, if you're going to butt in when my dad's making FRICKING MACARONI AND TOASTER OVEN GARLIC BREAD to offer "suggestions" on how you can "help" him do it better THEN YOU FUCKING COOK THE MACARONI AND TOAST THE BREAD YOURSELF!
Oh, and Heinz 57 sauce does not belong IN hamburgers. If you like the taste, spread some on your hamburger bun and enjoy it that way. But when you're making hamburgers for other people who a) don't like Heinz 57 sauce one bit, and b) don't want their hamburgers to taste like meatloaf HAVE A LITTLE RESPECT AND LEAVE IT OUT! My dad and I try so hard to get him to leave it out. We can't outright ask him because he'll throw a tantrum toss mixing bowls around and storm out. But we make subtle suggestions. We know when we've made enough suggestions though NOT WHEN HE COMPLIES or agrees to be CONSIDERATE and leaves it out, but when he says "If you don't like it make it your fucking self." Which is crap anyway, because any time my dad (I'd try but I can't cook) even ATTEMPS to cook anything within Shaun's realm (Steak, Hamburgers, and various noodle items) Shaun jumps into the kitchen, makes too many suggestions, and eventually complains that he didn't do it right and that he's going to do it from then on. So what choice do we have then to let you do it yourself so that we avoid a big huge pain in the ass.
And his cheesy comments have just about reached the breaking point with me. He's got so many random stupid isms he does that if I hear one more I think I'll scream. It's like he says stuff just to make noise, like he can't just not say anything.
Oh..and btw, if you have enough water in the pot to cover the noodles after they plump up you're doing alright. They won't stick together if you use 10 cups instead of 11. Sorry. They won't. And since when making macaroni you add the cheese AFTER you DRAIN the water, having 2 cups short of the water in the pot won't make the noodles clump together in balls of cheese. That only happens if the noodles a) aren't cooked properly, or b) aren't mixed with the cheese well enough. So leave my dad alone, stop "Making suggestions" and sit your broke no-count ass down and shut up.

Yeah. So Shaun...you suck. Now leave me alone.

I guess that wasn't a quick rant after all.

considering dying my hair pink like gwenny. whadya think?

Prompted by my oh so eloquent post yesterday on the issue of gay marriage (originally prompted by the politically aware and uber-hott Karamerm) Jesse aka Josiah Adams has posted Thursday's weekly debate over on his blog The Conch. Josiah's a good friend of mine. Smart. Sexy. And liberal.
This weeks topic is one of great interest to me...it really hits home and I suppose most of you know why. So I welcome your comments both here on my blog, and over at Josiah's Conch.
Thursday's Debate for 8-14-03

Just a quick thought for a discussion on this site: One thing Jesse doesn't get into into his post today is whether or not homosexuality is, as a lot of the Christian right like to claim, a lifestyle choice. This is something I feel strongly about and I'd like any and all comments on the subject so please feel free to post your opinions.
Cheers.

[...karamerm speaks out...]

Karamerm's journal entry, and my response:

This pisses me off SO much.
I mean, first of all, since when should the president be quoting from the bible? I mean, isn't there some kind of separation between church and state which should a) prevent people like the Rev. Louis Suckmyass from helping to influence policy, and b) prevent people like President Bitchplease from using religion as a reason to outlaw things like gay marriage?
My god...if I hear a "Marriage is between a man and a woman" comment one more time I'll scream. Seriously.
WHO THE FUCK SAYS SO?! This is so stupid. People will go on and on about how the bible condemns homosexuality...and yet completely ignore the way Jesus said not to judge others lest ye yourself be judged...
And furthermore, didn't Jesus say that he was the new boss and that all old covenants were outdated and that he would make the new rules for his followers? Didn't he say we could IGNORE the stupid "laws" in Leviticus and Deuteronomy? Didn't he? I think he did. That's why Christians don't have a problem eating shellfish, or holding their wife's hand while she's on her period. But for some reason they decide that the no-gay-sex rule in those older biblical texts still applies?
THAT'S SO CRAP!
And furthermore, to anybody who says that being gay is a choice (Stupid Chris Back from stupid English class) let me tell you...that's just not the case.
Because he would never have left us on purpose...he wouldn't have. He would never have put is through this if he had a choice.
I know he wouldn't.
And it just makes me cry...because it's like they're saying that I was abandoned by choice...how is that cool? HOW IS THAT EVEN TRUE?
It just makes me cry...and it makes me want to hate these assholes who like to throw their "moral majority" opinions on the rest of us.
If you're really supporting Christian values, morality, and right and wrong then be accepting, "immerse your soul in love" and start treating your neighbors as you'd like to be treated yourself.

for someone my dad thinks so highly of shaun sure is an idiot...
my dad is really smart, mega smart, seriously. he's one of the most intelligent people i know. and not just in the sense that he has an opinion about everythin. he knows things. tons of things.
but for some reason he thinks shaun is intelligent.
i'm not going to go around arguing with him, and forcing him to see just how stupid shaun is, but you'd think those things would make themselves apparent to someone as smart as my dad.
so shaun's most recent stupid escapade is this: shaun likes to get high. i suppose i can't blame him. lots of people like to get high. some of them are smart. some of them aren't. shaun's been getting high every day this week since sunday. sunday was the day that um...things happened...i guess i couldn't blame him for getting high then. i mean, i would have if i had some weed too...it was not a fun day. and i guess that of all the ways to cope with me and my mess getting high is as good as any.
but he just gets progressively more and more stupid. today he wanted to cook some tamales and so he revved up the toaster oven and set the timer on the stove to let him know when it was time to take his tamales out. i dunno, i guess he had the munchies.
anyway, so after he cooks said tamales (i'm in the shower at this point) he neglects to actually turn off the toaster oven. when i get out i smell some kind of stagnant burning smell and i come out to the kitchen to investigate, and sure enough the toaster's on, the remnants of his tamales are burning, and the garlic bread on TOP of the toaster isn't doing too well either.
so i turn the toaster off, and i turn the fan on, and i come here to write this entry.
i've left the toaster on by accident before, it's not a hard thing to do. but it's always something that strikes me--at the very most--two minutes after i do it and i immediately turn it off.
i don't know how long he left this thing on but it had to be longer than 30 minutes because he was just starting to fix up his "grub" as i was preparing to take my shower.
what's more is this guy just pisses me off...he's surly and angry and doesn't talk to me EVER. i don't think he talks to my dad either.
i don't understand. but i have to be respectful.
repsect is crap...especially for peopel who don't deserve it.

it's time for a bit of in the bed disco.

check out the album "visitor" by onelinedrawing.

and read on for my other entry for today.

...it's hard to keep up with updates when you have 4 online journals...
mostly i know where to add entries, but with this blog it's harder. if i have some news, some pictures, some random fact i like to put it on my livejournal so everyone with my addy (friend or foe) can read it and know what's going on with me. if i have something secret, or something dirty, or something that i don't want everyone to know i'll go out onto the deadjournal and do it up there. and if i have personal thoughts, emotions, experiences, etc. to share i'll go and post it on the blurty. i love all my journals.
but the blog...the blog is a different breed. i can never figure out what to put in here.
after i got the google toolbar with the blogthis! option i just posted links...
but that's a lame blog body...so what now?

i could tell you about my life. how much i suck, and how i should be in bed...but what's the point?
maybe i could put a poem in, to show my softer side...but why invite the laughter and criticism?
maybe i could include a list of books i've read, what's good and what's not...but who wants to read a book report?

i don't know WHAT to put in here.

i'll leave you with a poem i read on the bus the other day:

peek-a-boo

i admit i love the earthquake of a gas works sunrise
you scoff at my rose tinted lenses
waiting for the february rain to sweep them away.
but you bought me a croakie, an hour of time,
a tungsten introduction to a city in sillhouette.

yes, i'm stuck playing peek-a-boo with a grimacing world on the other side of a 24-hour diner booth
but i've discovered that this city smiles
despite the flourescent lighting.

~Caitlin Cohen,
The Putney School
Grade 12

i don't know why seattle metro puts poems on the buses now but they do...and this one really struck me.
i love the "tungsten introduction to a city in sillhouette"

maybe tomorrow i'll post the poem i wrote about what a crappy summer it's been.
maybe i won't.
i feel like strong sad right now.
i just feel like the whole world is empty and that life is heavy...
and i really just want it all to stop.

SBEmail 24

I knew a kid named Philo (Phylo) Davidson back in elementary school. He got a 1600 on his SATs but couldn't go to genius school cos he was poor. His mum works at Target. He goes to UW now and is in the Honors Program. I guess he's a genius.
Wow. I'mpressive.

This Book is Better Than 1st, 2nd, and Quite Possibly Even 3rd Base

Don't EVEN ask me why this is funny. It just is. If you have to ask you'll never know...
Yeah...Go Homestar. Ok.
This is from one of those Strong Bad e-mails. Seriously...you can't just watch the e-mails you have to hover your mouse over every word to make sure you catch all the secret links that are in there.
If you don't you miss stuff like this, and the cool printable Homestar jumble from the "caper" e-mail.

Etc.