Rain is pretty.

Though it did kill our fire.
by Mil'vardea

Have an epic race between several, quickly built Lego cars down the middle of the street. Hehe.

God, we're nerds, and it's awesome.

In an epic moment of genius, Smoo decided we should have a Lego car race down the street. IrishCream's car won first, because her car was terrain-ready. Smoo and my cars were a little worse for wear, until we had the brilliant idea of laying cardboard on the road. It was sweet.

My car won the rest of the races, and IrishCream's came in second. Smoo's car was retarded.

After the race, Black Beard finally joined us, and we lit a fire in the back yard for s'mores. We made some silly videos with our phones, and took some hilarious pictures. We were having a grand old time, until the driving rain drove us indoors.

The storm came quickly, a drenching storm of epic proportions. Not really, but it kind of seemed that way for a time. We ran inside, towel-dried off, and then, as quickly as possible, made a pot of coffee (decaf, for Smoo) and ran out onto the porch to watch the storm come in. It was beautiful and pouring, and we sat on the porch, watching it come down with a retrospective kind of non-silence.

IrishCream's Car

Mil'vardea's Car

Smoo's Car




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The Department of Redundancy Department

This coming Thursday, we'll have been at this for two weeks.
by Mil'vardea

So what's it like? The ideas have yet to become stale; rather, two things have been keeping us from doing wild things then posting about them. One is the insistent and ever-present rain. It's been like the outermost band of a hurricane for the past five days or so, raining constantly for two of them. We wanted to finish our Valentine's Cards (we still have a couple more to do), but it's been raining like it's going out of style. We wouldn't want to get those pretty little cards wet.

Secondly is Black Beard. He's finally on the heal, and was able to come out for a bit last night. He couldn't talk much without coughing, but he was finally out and about, making jokes in a phelm-deepened voice. He sounded like he's been smoking for a few decades; it's hilarious.

So, hopefully soon we'll have some crazy things to write about. Until then, farewell, and God speed. Or however you say that.

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A Spoonful of Sugar...

What Everyone Needs to Feel a Little Better
by Mil'vardea and Smoo

They had a "get well soon" card at Walmart that sings the song "Spoonful of Sugar" every time you open it. It was so annoying, we decided to buy it for Black Beard.

He's been sick for the past few days or so, so Smoo decided we should make him a "get well" pack, consisting of a singing card and a 2-liter of cough syrup (more commonly known as Mountain Dew Code Red) all tucked into a nice plastic case with a pretty bow on it. It had to be waterproof, since it's been pouring down rain for hours, and I don't think it's going to stop any time soon.

We picked up the card first, after playing with all the singing cards (including an especially annoying card of Spongebob singing, or attempting to sing). As we walked through the store, I attempted to make the techno remix of "Spoonful of Sugar" by opening and closing the card over and over. We gathered all of the ingredients for our "get better" pack. I kept the car running and the lights off like we were on a beer run and Smoo surreptitiously slunk through the rain so well he didn't get wet and deposited the stash on the porch of Beard's heavily guarded estate (by three vicious kittens).

Then we giggled.

Feel better Black Beard, before we figure out a way to sneak into your bedroom.

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Success! Sort of! Not really.

After a grueling process of coming up with bad poems and writing them on pretty cards, and posting them all over Preppy Campus and the Mall parking lot, we finally have a couple of responses from someones.
by Mil'vardea

I kind of thought we'd get all sorts of responses; I guess when we were doing this, we kind of expected people to respond like we would, going "Oh my God, this is hilarious! Let's write them back! Like right now! Holy crap this is hilarious!"

So far we've gotten two very polite responses, asking if we "got the wrong car" but the cards were "cute." The first e-mail, we received on September 19th, was from a joe named Herbert.

"I want to thank you for the little card that you happen to put on my vehicle while I was out at the ***** Center. Perhaps you thought that my vehicle was someone elses.

"Again thank you, that was nice.

"Me"

When I responded, I got no re-reply from him, and that made me kind of sad. I decided to wait, post about it when we got some more e-mails. I didn't realize that it was a little less "when" and a little more "if."

A little heart broken that I'd wasted all of my pretty little cards on people who didn't really want to talk to me, I waited. And waited, and waited.

I was so excited last night that we had finally gotten another response! And a girl this time; maybe she would have more to say; Danielle wrote:

"I'm not sure who this is, but there was a note attached to my car that I found today, which had this e-mail address on it....

"It may have gotten attached to the wrong car, I don't know, but it was a cute note so I just wanted to make sure it got to whoever it was suppose to get to!"

It made me feel a little better. What a sweet lady. I hope our bad poetry made her smile. I e-mailed her. Maybe someday, she'll e-mail me back. Maybe? Please?

Doesn't anyone out there appreciate a little effort to make someone else happy? Even if no one replies, I hope they at least giggled, or showed it to their friends. I know we laughed the whole time! Sneaking around parking lots like we were stealing something. We wanted to make sure there were no witnesses, no way someone would see us and ruin the surprise. Surprise!

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Board Game Night!

With Ghosts and Vampires and Battleships, oh my!
by Mil'vardea

Have a board game night, including some of the stupid/awesome games we played as kids.

Board game night went as well as can be expected. I supplied Electronic Talking Battleship ("Enter. Letter. Number. Fire.") and Nightmare, which is an OLD board game from 1991 where you play the game and this creepy Gatekeeper guy watches over it from a VHS induced, hour-long decent into "nightmare-ish" and rather hilariously ridiculous "scary" moments. When he's not yelling "STOP!" at the top of his lungs at you, he's giggling like a school girl or trying to creep you out with his patented glowing-eyes-and-snorting-like-a-pig trick. While it was scary when I was seven or so when the game first came out, it made most of us laugh our asses off (although I think everyone else jumped out of their skins the first time he yelled at us, although no one would admit it). IrishCream, Smoo, Sister, and I played, with the lights off and the volume up, just like the instructions tell you to.

A side note: we missed you Black Beard! I wish you could have joined us, but with a 100 degree fever, I'm not getting anywhere near you. I love you though, I promise!

I think everyone had a great time, even if we lost to the Gatekeeper. Smoo and I are looking for one of the other games to play; hopefully ebay will supply.

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Trolling for LUV

The valentines must be finished!
by Smoo

As you should already know we have been putting valentines cards on random cars at the Preppy College. We've been doing this a little bit at a time to avoid drawing attention to ourselves and minimize the chances of someone noticing cards placed on more than one automobile. Last night we set out once again to bring love and amusement to those who might think getting plastered on a Tuesday is the best time ever. We brazenly drove through parking lots near some on campus housing before finding a dark corner and a nice looking Mustang to drop a card on, then drove to the opposite side of the college and found a car all alone in one of the commuter lots to receive another.

The response has been lacking, only one person out of the 8 or so we've shared our horrid poetry with has e-mailed us. I'm really hoping for something better today or tomorrow when we finally finish with this. Let me share one of our recent poems that was composed in a fit of laughter on my couch, where we had an awesome night coming up with more just as bad. Some were so disgusting they've been balled up and set fire to.

Roses are red
they burn like fire

you are my hearts
one and only desire

If you found this on your car, I have no idea who you are, but we wanted to make you laugh or at least be amused for a few minutes at the randomness of it all. Only two valentines remain, we'll probably be placing them soon, wish us luck!

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Gone Out for Dinner

We decided we really liked cooking on the grill.
by Mil'vardea

Have a campsite-like dinner in our own backyards. Then spend half the night huddling around it, feeding it fodder and telling silly stories until almost one in the morning.

We have a tendency to repeat ourselves if the idea works well the first time, by expanding the old idea to continue it almost as a tradition. Last night was another beautiful night, so we decided to light some citronella candles and brave the mosquitoes to have another cook out last night, this time with dinner and dessert.

We made Rosemary Chicken over the grill, with lovely skewers full of veggies, then s'mores (again) and attempted (unsuccessfully) to pop popcorn over the grill. It's a lot harder then it sounds, for some reason. Anyway, the chicken turned out really good, so I figured I'd share the recipe.

You need:
*One or two good chunks of boneless chicken breast, depending on how many people you're feeding. * Garlic powder * Rosemary * Salt * Pepper * Olive Oil * Lemon Juice * Aluminum foil * Cherry Tomatoes * Zucchini * Onions * Green Peppers

First, start the grill going. Make sure any newspaper, lighter fluid, or whatever you use to get it started burns off before cooking. You want ONLY wood burning under you food, trust me. Second, thaw the chicken out for a couple of hours. This is not necessary, as you can grill it frozen, but it cooks much faster if thawed first. Take the hunks of chicken, and sprinkle just a touch of garlic powder. This is mostly to taste; I use very little, just to punch the chicken up a bit, without it swimming in garlic flavor. Then sprinkle the rosemary over the chicken. You don't want to cover all of it, just about 1/4 of the piece of chicken. Pour a glob of olive oil on the chicken, and rub all those yummy bits into the chicken with your fingers, like your giving it a massage, but just for a few seconds each. Then drizzle lemon juice on it. You want to use about 1 part of lemon juice to four parts of olive oil. If the fire isn't quiet done yet, it's alright, just leave the chicken in the fridge while everything heats up. Next, you want to start on the skewers. Alternate between the tomatoes, zucchini, onions, and green peppers in large chunks on the skewers. We didn't use peppers on ours, because I'm allergic, but I'm sure a lot of other people would love it.

Take a sheet of aluminum foil, and fold up the edges, to make a little fortress to keep the chicken grease from running into the fire. It will dry out your chicken and make it suck. Dump your chicken on the tin foil, making sure to keep some of the olive oil/rosemary mixture around to drizzle on the chicken a few times.

When the chicken is about halfway cooked, take your skewers, and sprinkle them with salt and pepper, then drizzle them with a bit of olive oil. You want to heat them up in aluminum foil first also, before placing them directly on the grill. This will keep them from burning, but heats them up really nice.

As soon as the chicken is cooked all the way through, take the pieces out of the foil, and lay them directly on the grill. It keeps the insides nice and moist, while still giving you those great, crunchy grill marks on the outside. Then take the skewers a few minutes later, and move them out of their foil as well. Grill until the grill marks are prominent on the chicken, then serve it up. Tastes good with rice, warm bread, mashed potatoes, or even cream corn, yummy.

Tada! Then you can grill marshmallows and play truth or dare into the morning, like we did. Enjoy your yummy chicken!

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Scrambled Up Scrabble

A traditional game with a twist (almost) only we could give it.
by Mil'vardea

Ghetto Scrabble began several years ago, even before Roosterteeth decided to copy us and post their own version of GS rules on their own site. These rules were created by a close friend of ours, probably during a night of drunken revelry; the rules are simple: if you can pronounce it and use it in a sentence, it works. Some classic answers were things like: JBOATFONE, pronounced "Jay Boat Phone," as in a telephone on a J Boat. In our most brilliant moments, a word (and yes, even entire phrases), can span the entire length of the board, added onto turn by turn.

This particular board, pictured here was the concotion of IrishCream, Smoo, Black Beard, Jan-zou (two close friends that are so inseperable that we combine their names together), and I was proudly created on January 14th of 2005.

We decided to recreate the old classics, resurrecting the game in a hillarious game night consisting of Magic the Gathering and Ghetto Scrabble. I don't have a picture of the newest board to share with you, unfortunatley. I think IrishCream has a picture of it on her phone; I'll see if I can track it down and upload it later.

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Campfire Songs

My favorite is "On Top of Spaghetti."
by Mil'vardea

A campfire complete with songs, s'mores, and stupid stories about lighting other people and things on fire.

The four of us are not exciting people; we merely use what we have available to make up excitement in our own lives. We aren't wealthy, only middle class students and young adults with incredible imaginations.

So in a stroke of genius, we gathered up wood from Black Beard's house, a s'mores kit from IrishCream's home, and gathered around some lighter-fluid-induced grill filled with a campfire, singing songs and roasting marshmallows. The kit (luckily for us) came with a History of S-mores page, complete with campfire songs to sing while making them. Most of us, in Girl, Venture, or Boy Scouts, respectively, learned some songs, but few of them in common (Smoo insists that his troupe's fire songs were all written by Metalica).

So we sat outside, on the first, pleasant autumn evening, and sang, laughed, and made s'mores. It was a fantastic end to a long day.

(I had the idea that had we a long metal tube on which to roast the marshmallow, we could have blown it up like someone blowing glass. I wonder if anyone has ever tried this before. I was intrigued, but no one had a thin, but long tube of any kind. Damn.)

On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.

It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.

It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush.

The mush was as tasty
As tasty could be,
And then the next summer,
It grew into a tree.

The tree was all covered,
All covered with moss,
And on it grew meatballs,
And tomato sauce.

So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball,
Whenever you sneeze.

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First Day of Semi-Remorse

And it's only our first day in the field. I figure, it can only get better from here.
by Mil'vardea

Put love notes on pretty Valentine's Day cards on random people's cars.

Well, at least we checked something off of the list.

The plan went as well as it could have. Smoo, IrishCream, and I (Mil'vardea), went down to a local, expensive, preppy college (a college I personally have avoided since our last D&D run down there), and carefully chose three random cars on which to tape our Valentine's in Fall cards. They are pretty, handmade little things I got on uber-sale last year, and never had a chance to use them. I'm glad they went to a good cause. They are about an inch and a half by two inches, and covered in sparkles, gold ink, and are extremely pretty.

We chose cars by their positions; out of any direct parking-lot-lighting, older models (therefore presumably without alarms) and took little pieces of tape, taping our tiny, shiny little Valentines to the very center of the driver's side of the front windshield.

All went well for the first two cars, and we giggled, deciding last minute to add one more car to this particular round. I wrote out a deliciously corny poem (written by IrishCream and her lovely self) on one of the cards, which read "Firetrucks are red / the sky is blue / I think my heart / has fallen for you." I scrolled our e-mail address for this little escapade (wondering who might respond and how), and taped it to a little, off to the side car in one of the parking lots. As Smoo and I pulled out of our parking spot, we noticed an older, very happy looking couple walking up to the car.

I guess we never really think out the repercussions of our little jokes; I only hope we didn't break up a happy marriage because one just happens to be exceedingly jealous or something.

Please take this in stride, with a bit of humor. We're only trying to have fun. And also make someone's day. Perhaps those little cards will make someone smile.

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Our Jumping off Point:

Lots of Sand and Rocks, but they make you feel good about the universe.
by Mil'vardea

Build a zen garden in a sandbox.

This particular bit of genius came to us one night. We were out walking in the park, and we saw the toy rake, and the rocks in the river nearby. It was almost like fate.

This is our jumping off point, our muse, our need to continue this tradition of fun, non-vandalism. We salute you, zen garden, for you are the inspiration which we take into adulthood, promising to never act much like adults at all.

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Filling Our Apartment with Rubber Duckies

As long as they are the flashy ones, with LED lights or sequins.
by Mil'vardea

This fall, we've made a list. On this list are several things that need to be done before we die; this list includes all manner of random, How I Paid for College type creative vandalism, where we mess with people and people's things without breaking any laws. This is our idea to liven up our lives, and some strangers' lives too, while we're at it.

Wish us luck. Maybe someday, we'll finish our list, and be forced to start a new one.

The world is our playground.

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