Angry Teapot!

I did some stuff. This is a pointless post. I’m bored.
Lets play a game.
Guess how many crayons I am holding up.
It’s 7.

Well… I may start posting again. Maybe about stuff that is important, other than mindless rubbish.

And I will update the thingamajigs.

Tomorrow. Or the next day.
I’ll have to get used to this freakin’ new theme first though.
Darn you wordpress. Darn you for making a better theme for your website and helping many people with their posts. Darn you.

Bye….Where is the post button

I listen to a show every saturday called A Prairie Home Companion by Garrison Keillor. I really enjoy it and i also get emails every week called Writers Almanac that talks of History of writers and writing in Writing history. And also Garrison Keillor makes stories on a fake town he calls “Lake Wobegon” which i listen to on my Ipod. I decided to make my own Lake Wobegon yesterday and here it is.

Witteville, Colorado.

I live in a town called Witteville in Colorado by the Sande Cristo mountains and there i ride to school every weekday in about 5 minutes. When I get up from my bed after 5 minuted of endless beeping from my alarm clock i get into the showers remembering hearing my brother taking a 30 minute shower earlier and i seem to forget that hot water goes away after 30 minutes of use…I get in and when i turn on the shower the ice comes falling down and i stick straight up with my eyes wide open and saying in my head “ohno not again!” but everyone else outside of my head heard “HOLY CRAP!” and after that bone chilling experience i get dressed and go to school. When i get there it seems that everyone is in the same place every time. The girls at the tables. The preps at the stairs talking about their recent boyfriends and the rest of the kids play basketball or talk THEN there are my friends in the corner snickering in the darkness. Who knows what those twisted minded kids might be thinking so i walk up and Mat my best friend cames up and says ” He got trash canned again” and i said “Who?” and he said “the nerd”. I laugh and we walk off. While walking we see the preps.. Mat has a crush on one of them. It’s the one that is the smart one of the group. And he says “*sigh*” and we walk off again. During classes us Mountain kids have a certain respect for the “cristo” mountains and while in class we text each other under our “Mountain Info ” books and respect the mountains for inspiring people to make books like that to cover our phones. Math, The root of all evil, is my least favorite subject. Not only that but theres alot of loud kids there. One said once “IS A 90 GOOD?” very loudly (he wants attention alot) . Our geography teacher is the best in the school. People who DONT have my geography teacher are TERRIFIED of him! People who do love him. He likes to trick people and be mean to him WHICH is funny cause he does it in a funny way. Mat again talked to me about the local nerd of witteville getting trash canned by our local bully Max. In band WitteVille middle schoolers like to talk. They dont talk in other classes but band. I play the trombone in band, The trombone is a jazz instrument but i can only play classical music on it. Our saxophones talk the most and when our band teacher comes in all he says is “BE QUIET!!” and we stop. Mat then let out a loud laugh and then we talk again and then the teacher gets quite red and said “Be Quiet!” and we stop again and then we play. When school is over we go back to our country homes and do our jobs at home and then go on the computer and look up on ask.com and see if the picture of the trash canned nerd has made it on the internet yet.

This has been the story on school at Witteville, Colorado

~Opus!~

I MADE A NEW SITE cause i was bored so heer it is!

www.theopusalmanac.wordpress.com Please Visit It!

THAT IS ONE CONFUSING STORY. Sorry my next one wont be. Remember it’s my first one.

Opus: Thats not an excuse opus

Opus: IS TOO!

Opus: nope.

Opus: wanna fight?

Opus: ok!

Opus: *punch* AHA!

Opus: *knocked out* THE LIGHTS!!!

Hey Olly heres somethin to brag about..

saw it on google. Youve been googled!! YAYY!

You couldn’t blend your bread and butter anywhere else could you Johnny. You had to choose the super market. When will you ever learn how to build a make shift rocket from mushroom stalks.
But that is all you care about isn’t it. Your sponges and your elephant droppings. THAT’S ALL YOU WANT! But one day, greed will get your horse tied up in a bundle, and fate will have its cruel way on your socks.

However, dimensional experiments prove that parrots do love listening to the radio. Especially when they are at war with the cartoons. Never again they exclaimed, never again.

But what is it! Where did it come from. Who found where the trees lick the helicopter proppelors.
NEVER and I mean NEVER fly with flowers in your ears.

It isn’t clever. Not clever. No. NOOOO.

SING DARN IT! SING!

But never again will you drive your fire engine.
Death to the flower pots!
Little do you know, I drive blimps over tennis courts on the weekends.
Why should you listen. Drinking liquid from a green house is perfectly normal. As long as you have brought a frisby.

GO AHEAD ORANGE! You play mini golf all day. But one day you will realise the consequences of your actions. But how long can it reach. One football pitch? or 2!?
There is only one way to discover.
LETS FIGHT COWBOY STYLE!

Jethro, I think I saw some fishys over there. Lets eat them.
NO BOB! Remember when I threw my shoes at them. They never returned.

And lessons were learned. Every week! THOUSANDS OF CARROTS SURROUND THE BUILDING!

But I have a stapler hidden in my eyelids. That is all I need to last through the winter.

MORE WINE? I didn’t think so, you are driving.

How does one live with fear in their ears if they have not got a soul! Never listen to the radio, it holds evil cranberry juice!

Sad, sad and there again. Listen to the pie dance. LISTEN.
I AM THE NUMBER ONE! NUMBER ONE, THATS ME!

Nobody can defy it, nobody can admit it! THEY ALL JUST COPY!

But that is what it is, flying like some sort of badger caught in an up draft.

I told you this was coming. The cricket bat will be useful against the noodles.

PING went the goose. As he shined in the toast.

Ready for more mirror bob!

I am sorry it had to be that way… and all the porridge is down the drain!

But from now on, only ice cream will pass through these doors! And you will sit there in your high chair over looking the pancake kingdom.

SOUP in your hair. Let it be. Let it be. Speaking words of wisdom let it be. LET IT BE DARN IT!

Yes, I TOLD YOU! Ha, the fox lives in the garbage mound.
I saw stone henge, but at what cost? Only an airplane or 2? but what is that in pounds?

THATS RIGHT, we use POUNDS in this here place. You want some corn, you don’t use euros or dollars, YOU USE COLD HARD POUNDS!
And thats the way the corn crumbles.

The birds are singing in the trees, I can hear them. ROAR said the little bird.
Oh no, they are invading finland!

You are thinking he has finally cracked. YOU ARE THINKING THAT HIS CHERRY AID HAS BEEN FULLY LOADED WITH PAPERCLIPS.

Well, we will have to figure that out with a little song I call the fire song. But that wasn’t for now.

NO! You don’t want chicken nuggets from THAT place! They will taste awful! Almost as bad as a television.

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Ok guys, if you read that… I am shocked by what crap I came up with.

That should put me back on the top of the crazy meter. Oh yes, thats right.

1. Super crazy freakzoid

2. PRETTY DARN MESSED UP!

3. Moderately scary.

4. Steals mail box’s

5. Stares at you and takes pictures

6. Sits in the corner.

7. Normal.

I am glad to say I am all the way up to 1!

WHAT ARE YOU!?

Oh, the reason I am extra weird tonight is because it is 04:40am and I am tired…

Good morning!

Hello my little ducklings.
MAKE THE TOAST!

I am toasting because I can and I have nothing else to do. I am also bored.

When my arm comes off, I grow a new one.

Bye.

I have been tagged by Josh! www.rainingwater.wordpress.com
If you don’t understand this game, it is a game (or sommin’) where you say 5 facts about yourself and then you have to pick 5 people to say facts about THEMselves… Pretty simple.

Fact 1: My real name is Oliver. My cousin who is 3 calls me rolivo or Rollyyyyyy.

Fact 2: The worst week of my life began on Monday 23rd November 2006 at 7:19pm. A date I will never forget.

Fact3: When I was 2 to 5 years of age, I used to call Airplanes “Mummyairs” and nobody knows why.

Fact 4: I play the drums, the guitar, the clarinet, a recorder (LOL) and the paper and comb. Yes, the paper and comb.

Fact 5: My sense of humour is…”different”.

I tag: Opus4433, Spongekid3, and… well everybody I was going to tag has already been tagged. So I will leave it at that.

That took me about an hour to think of. I even asked 4 of my friends to think of some for me!

In other news…. this blog isn’t really going anywhere.
That is because I don’t really want it to. I can’t be bothered to blog.
Only my good friends visit this blog, but I don’t mind.
I don’t care about hits. Just as long as somebody visits, the blog is worth carrying on.

I may make some new pages soon.

…yawn…bye

Train A leaves the station from New York at 12:04pm
Train B leaves the station in San Fransicso at 12:56pm the saturday before.
But if the altitude and longitude of the quadrilateral situation is squared and multiplied numerous times by pi…
What did the drivers have in their sandwiches?

Heres a quiz on British shows American Shows from the 90’s (i watched them in 1996-1999 mostly cause i was born in 1994 and was not paying attention to tv until then)

Heres The Quiz! (I haven’t figured  out the prize YET)  - means one word   _ means one letter

Bill Nye - - -

Waiting For -

Red -

Monty -

Wallace And -

Courage The  _owardly   _og

AND THE LAST ONE:  This is a picture question tell me what it is…

I Will say what the prize is later… ~Opus!~

YES IM SLEEPY so I will eat some pudding!

WHOS WITH ME!!!

-.- nobody? -.-

Well hello there, alien lifeform from planet Earth, I’m Josh.  Once known as Fylliper.  BUT NOT ANYMORE KIDDO!

I am an…admin here…I think.

Goodbye aliens.

Josh

http://rainingwater.wordpress.com

I have made more funny videos BUT NOW with me dog Ariel ! She is a coonhound. And lucky. First this one i took a picture of when lucky got on my dad’s chair during dinner (we had spaghetti) and he stayed there the whole time!

click to see

The next one is when my dog Ariel was sleeping and i took this blurry picture.

click to see

And this one is in our forest (i live at a mountains basin. alot of forest) And i took the picture of lucky through a vine tree.

click to see

And this last one i took when lucky was stayin in the shade on a hot day under my dad’s truck.

click to see

Hope you liked them!! ~Opus!~

UPDATE!: MY FIRST VIDEO! THANKS OLLY!!!

Hello i am Mark Twain… what? seriously? ok i am NOT mark twain i am Opus aka Josh. But you can call me opus. Today i made some pictures of old arcade games i have on my computer from the 80’s when my dad played them in college. Pacman, Dig Dug , and galaxians. I will show you them now (are you sure im not mark twain?)

pacman. click on it to see it. (it says “holy ****!!” if you cant read it. AND FINALLY I HAVE SOMETHING TO ASK OLLY is that a new header? i dont see it on the page. OR is it not working? i saw it on your giraffe picture down on the post below and said quote “?” so yea wordpress is messing up cuase josh (not me the other josh) cant see the comments neither can i. WELL THATS THE NEWS FOR NOW AND FOR CBS NEWS IM MARK TWA…. oh right opus. ~Opus!~

NEWS BULLETIN: this is my you tube channel url

http://www.youtube.com/OpusRedDwarf
its a freakin cool channel but since i just started it yesterday i *sniff* have no friends on it YET. ~Opus!~

YET ANOTHER NEW BULLETIN: Ever wonder what the first website was well heres a link to a picture of it. 

http://www.w3.org/History/1994/WWW/Journals/CACM/screensnap2_24c.gif