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DAY SIX:

Question: Are you posting tonight or tomorrow?

Answer: Tomorrow... no wait. Let's post tonight. Question brought to you by playpen-jessi. She hates asking me questions directly after midnight because she'll never look at the time and she'll just straight ask me without realizing. I know she has a question brewing in that mind of hers but we've only got twenty four questions left because we're already on day six!

But moving on. I know what people are thinking about when they see my posts below these ones and they see the picture. People are thinking right about now I'm a hater of Valentines Day and any other holiday. They're already in the process of bracing themselves because I'm about to use the sentence "consumer holiday created by the card companies so the coporate fat cats can make more money." And because I'm me, I'd assume nothing less. But you already see it coming so lets cut through the ol' crap cake here and get to chase. You're wrong. I actually like Valentines Day! Infact, I'm a hater of the haters out there now, refusing to shower their loved ones with presents and magic filled days caused by February 14th of each year. I call these people cheap. [I'll let you right now, for those who know me well enough, its almost an insult for me to call someone else cheap!] But I'll tell you why I love it.

Every year in elementary school, I would spend way more money then its worth to buy cool Valentines cards for everyone in my class. I would personalize them with stickers and names and maybe an inside or two for the kicks and hand them out, regardless if I got any back or not. And even if the cards weren't sincere, everyone handed them out with or without personalizing them. [So the pretty much means nobody was left out. That'd be harsh. [Let's take a look back at Ralph Wiggum when he gets his heart broken by his only Valentine.]

I mean come on. Ralph Wiggum's happenings was everyone's fear. They'd never get a Valentine. And if they only got one, they'd get their heart broken. [Seriously, kids my age can actually relate to his program. Kids today, can not. It still saddens me each and every post.] So bascially, the equality back in the day was something I loved, and even today having someone to actually be a Valentine is a little more sweeter.

Something I also love is those little candy hearts. Although, with my braces I might not be able to eat them this year, but I still love getting them. I don't know why people hate them so much. I can't seem to get enough of the chalky flavour. Theyre just... sugar! That's it. A new form of sugar that you can only get once a year with some cute little message on them [unless the government has gotten their hands on that too in which case, I give up.] and you just eat them. People complain because they "taste" bad or the chalk of the candy is disgusting but honestly, they were and still are the best thing. That and those little cinnamon hearts pretty much haven't changed since I was kid. [I mean, with products now a days being changed or reduced because theres too much salt or sugar or fat or something in them or the ingriedient used to make them are just waged too high that makes the product reduced and the price inflated boggles my mind.]

I don't know. I guess it being a holiday it makes it a lot more fun. That and The Simpsons made it way better than what it was. Whether it was Homer telling Bart and Lisa to stay down stairs with the sound turned way up so he could bone Marge, Maggie getting down to Sex Bomb or even the guys throwing Ned out of a moving vehicle because hes suggesting actually doing something for the women folk instead of finding a way to beat down Apu, they seemed to turn it out to be something better then what it really is and they do it well. Of course, I think Simpsons has done that to all holidays for me. Halloween with their Tree House of Horrors or their Christmas Specials and how they got Santa's Little Helper. All I know is I love Valentines Day and although its a little sad for me to be spending it on a Thursday rather than the Monday [or in about an hour if you want to get technical] I will enjoy every second of it as long as I've got my girlfriend with me.

--Too Much Thought

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DAY FIVE:

Question: If you could fuck a cartoon chick, which one would you pick?

Answer: Well thank you Asher Paul Roth for your intriguing songs and hilarious questions. Actually this one was from a song called "Cartoon Chick" which, even if its funny and meant to be taken light heartedly, its actually a good song in the end. I ended up going to bed last night around two in the morning and before then I heard this song and alas, this question which would be the first question of the day and so far, my favourite question to answer.

Cartoons are apart of our rich history as children. I mean, sure England and France and all of Europe back in the middle ages as well as the not so sovereign reign of North America and a rapidly growing Asia lacked these "talking pictures" from the "magic picture box" but any kid with a television set back when I was growing up watched an endless ammount of cartoons it was almost unhealthy. I sure know I did. I can list too many it should almost be illegal but a few of my favourites from back in the day would have to be Bonkers, Arthur, Goof Troop, Care Bears and [of course] Recess. I mean, I love Goof Troop and Goofy's hilarious antics, Pete's stupid "get rich quick" schemes and of course Max the awesome one and his pudgey little friend PJ, Max's best friend and son of Pete. Recess was and almost still is something I watch every day though when I get the chance. I can't get over how clever six fourth graders could be [regardless of it being a farce or fictional] it blew my mind. I don't even think 90% of the awesome and amazing cartoons I used to watch are on television anymore. I guess I'll have to do some hunting around when I'm looking for those game systems for some seasons or episodes of my favourite cartoons.

It bothers me sure that kids now a days can't learn half of what I learned [and I don't care what parents or adults say about the matter. Cartoons had the ability to teach kids, especially something like Recess. It doesn't help cause mischeif, but rather helps people aspire to be something. The most brainy, the most courageous, self-reliant, soulful or toughest S.O.B out there.] and that bothers me because then I can't relate. One day I'll come across a child or have a child of my own and when life has them down, I'll try to relate to them with my favourite episode of the Weekenders and they won't even have a clue.

But thats where I appreciate the things I used to have and I don't think I ever took for granted of. The other week I was on the phone with my friend and he heard my music in the back ground. All he could say was "you really like you're old music huh?" Turns out Stand Up by Ludacris was playing. And I couldn't help but smile because you know what? I do love my old music. Sure its not classical old or old from the KISS or ACDC era but hey, anything a decade old now a days is classified as old. And it makes me miss the days when something like that was cool. It makes me miss the days of elementary and middle school when life was at my finger tips and I could make anything I wanted of myself. I miss making new friends and just hanging out, when birthday parties meant ice cream cake, pop and chips, running around the Rec Center and having a blast doing it, not drunken whore rave where chicks get drunk and play "rainbow" on a guys dick while hes waiting to use the restroom. [If you don't know what rainbow is, it involves a multitude of different colors of lipstick and a guys penis. You put the rest together.] It makes me miss it and it makes me fear for the future. I mean, drunken whore fests are the in thing now. What happens in another twenty years when I have children and they're going to birthday parties? I shutter the thought.

Anyways, if I could fuck a cartoon chick, it would definitley have to be good ol' Betty Cooper. She was the biggest babe there. Veronica was a giant slut and proved it by waving her money around like Paris Hilton. [I was actually going to say Midge but if Big Moose ever got around to reading my blog... I can't finish that sentence.]

--Too Much Thought

 

[PS. I haven't gotten around to it yet but late is better than never right? I have two more followers to this blog. One goes by the name of M4R14N0 and the other by Bothered. I want to thank them for checking this out and I hope everyone enjoys what I put out. Don't be afraid to drop a comment or a message. I don't bite. Or I try not to. Catch you later.]

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DAY FOUR:

Question: Are you gonna write day three?

Answer: Its already done. Well when I was asked this question, I was in the midst of doing it. The day three question post anyways. And to this day so far, that was my shortest post. But thats because I ran out of ideas to post about which is kind of sad but I was writing at midnight after getting up earlier then normal in the morning and working out at a class at my gym called Zumba. [Which is harder then it sounds.] So forgive me for not having Too Much Thought, but hey, my girlfriend over at playpen-jessi worked it out pretty well for me so all is well.

But the picture above is what this is more or less about. In my last post, I had basically given away my inspiration for this post. Sleep and a whole lot of gaming. Mainly Call of Duty: Black Ops Zombies for the day, but hey gaming is gaming. But [not to be rude] I bet many of you won't have a clue what game I'm referencing above unless you yourself love gaming like myself. [If you're female and are a gaming widow like my friend at cravingthecupcakes or just not a gamer, then get your boyfriend or a friend to look at it. Go on. I'll wait.. BAZINGA! I'm not waiting, too bad.] Its a little game that some of my friends don't even remember playing or have never played before [which shocks me.] called "Zombies Ate My Neighbours" which has to be one of my all time favourite games. I mean it has everything. Zombies, Werewolves, Vampires, Giant babies killing things, popcicles... wait what? That's right. A giant baby [seen above] that has no trouble smooshing you in to a pancake while you attempt to rescue civilians from also being smooshed, or eaten as well as a multitude of other things. Like you're starting pistol being nothing but plastic and water. A popcicle as some sort of defense mechanism and magic potions that turn you in to one of them [momentarily while you tear shit up!] in order to get around to exit as fast as possible. Now you tell me what game can possibly match up to this!

Of course, a lot of children today would look at this and scoff. People now a days, whether they have just started gaming, are too young to remember anything actually good or just plain don't care all base games by the looks. Honestly. The games have reached the point of everything needing to look good and not be good. From what I heard, Black Ops and games like such are so short in storyline but "oh wow, the graphics are amazing!". So? The dogs look like dogs, the people look like people and the blood splatter is a bit more realistic. Lets go to Zombies Ate My Neighbours. Vampires you knew were vampires. Werewolves were werewolves. It wasn't hard and it really didn't matter because this game couldn't be beat in a mere two days. This game was 55 levels of intense rescuing and killing. Take a look at Ghost and Goblins. The worst graphics I have seen in a while, yet you knew what Ghosts and Goblins looked like no problem. This wasn't another game you could beat in two days and infact, it took you double the time to beat it just once. Why? Because you had to beat it twice.

Yes a game you actually had to beat twice. That's unheard of today. Its not unheard of to beat it on easy and then shoot right up to expert because the person playing has no life. But its unheard of to have a game with no levels besides "just play and get your ass kicked" and once you beat it, guess what? Spoiler alert, but what you just played was a mirage level and now you have to start from the beginning. Ouch right? But hey, its a challenge and provides hours and days and [for some] even weeks of entertainment.. among other things like frustration and anger, but with the children today all being diagnosed with A.D.D and other attention problems they all get mad at Call of Duty for being too hard and frustrating sometimes. Put this game in front of them and say good-bye to your television, remote controls and whatever little Johnny can get his hands on because he will be so frustrated he will break shit. Guaranteed.

I don't know about you or me but when I get the chance I"m hitting every pawn store I can to try and buy an Atari, NES. SNES [thats Nintendo Entertainment System and Super Nintendo Entertainment System for those of you who we're still shitting themselves while I was busy playing them and have no idea where their "Wii" derived from.] as well as a Playstation and a Nintendo 64 for a little bit of advanced [yet still hard gaming] graphics past simple blips and flashes on the screen. Maybe its just me, but it does bother me to have something flashy but doesn't provide more than an hour of entertainment for me. Oh well, I guess gaming is gaming. Which reminds me, I still have Zombies open. That's all for now.

--Too Much Thought

[PS. My friend Izel I talked about before is now on Twitter. I know right? Hilarity on ice. So go ahead and follow her. Don't mind the random posts she comes up with though. Just sit back and laugh. DaddyPartyBalls.]

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DAY THREE:

Question: Does Jessica's family like mangos?

Answer: No. And that was just the answer from the look I got on her face. Her actual answer involved 'disgusting' in such a harsh tone against mangos. Read more here.

--Too Much Thought

[PS. I didn't really want to do an entire rant considering I missed a day and just made up for it in the Bus Driver rant. After a good sleep and some Call of Duty: Zombies Black Ops I'll be good for another rant.]

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DAY TWO:

Question: Sorry... did you make the bus?
Answer: No. And that day, it was my fault. I went to bed too late and couldn't be bothered to get up for work. But normally, there is an answer to why I miss my buses. Simple. Bus drivers suck.

Now I have never met a bus driver until November of 2010. And of course, I had some of the most interesting discussions with him and he enjoyed telling his stories to my girlfriend and I because his friend's had gotten sick of his stories. We were a good couple of fresh faces and new ears for each other. I listened intently because really, I love listening to both sides of a story before I ever really make a full decision on if I hate something or not. I mean, if I hated convience store clerks, I would atleast want an explanation of why they act the way they do before I finalize my feelings towards all of them. He was the type of guy who made me not hate the position that is being a transit driver so much. But the problem is, I do still hate many of them. And the question is usually why? Well, thats another easy question for me to answer.

A week or two ago, I had thee worst transit days of my life. And before that, even trying to get to school was such a hassle. I don't complain about missing my buses to school because I didn't live far from my school so it was an easy walk. Problem was I left my house around the time I needed to get to a bus so I can catch it, and when you get an asshole of a bus driver who doesn't stop even when you are literally beside the door [on a side note: I found out I can run up to 20 miles an hour if I really want to apparently. Crazy.] banging on it and the guy just continues on his way. Like really? He lives in the trailer park I live in too. I hope he gets fired some day or retires soon, I can't stand him. As for the worst transit day of my life, it also involved the guy who I hate. I was on my way to my girlfriend's place and I was at my bus stop this time. I waited and waited and eventually he showed up. I assumed he was late by this time because I stood there and he looked directly at me and almost went past me on purpose. I guess he grew a heart somewhere down the line and stopped but I knew he didn't want to. Way to do your job dil-hole. What would end that day of horrible transit? On my way home from my girlfriend's place, I stood in the blistering cold [temperature drop. Gotta love them.] and waited for my bus. A bus that was supposed to come in a half hour. Thirty minutes. A bus that never showed up. A bus I actually needed to come fast never shows up and I have to catch the next one a half hour after. So in all, I waited an hour. What made it worse? The bus driver drives right past me. Yes. She claims to not see me and just keeps going. Like I stood there in total awe. My mouth was dropped and I was shocked. She stopped eventually down the road where I had to run but its the principle of the matter. Fuck her.

I have so many more reasons to hate transit drivers. I've been almost to the bus at full running speed for it to take off. I've walked home from places and beat the bus there when I could have just waited but I am so impatient. Buses have been hours late, mere minutes early or they just don't care. I've almost been in an accident because the bus driver couldn't be bothered to fix his mistake in his route a safer way. Instead he decided to do a U-Turn right in the middle of the road, have an SUV forced to swerve and almost crash and he slams on the break having me smack my had head first in to one of the poles on the bus. I think there needs to be like a bus driver re-hab. They seem to really need it.

--Too Much Thought

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So I've been looking around and I always see those questionaires people fill out on a daily basis. [If you remember the days of Nexopia you'll understand.] And thanks to my girlfriend and her sister, they keep me up on that "Ten For Tuesday" from whatever blog does that. [I'd go look and link but I'm too lazy.] Not only that, but bloggers around the world and everyone on facebook decided to do a only thirty days album for pictures about their day or whatever the description was for that day. "Post a picture of your favourite past time." Or "Post a picture of your favourite television show." And I always wondered where people got the ideas for this. So instead of looking up origins of these little trends, I decided to come up with my own concept and maybe it can turn in to its own little trend! [We'll say its inspired by all those other fabulous blogs and trends out there. We gotta start somewhere don't we?] We'll call it 30 Questions In 30 Days. I'll explain the rules.

Each day we are asked dozens of questions from people we know [or oddly enough, people we don't.], or we're asked a question by a very quizative sign on the bus or bus stop. Maybe we're reading a good book and you'll see a question from mother to daughter, lover to lover. [It really depends what you like to read.] They can be the most complex questions of the universe, or as simple as "what's up?". And once they start, they never stop. So I'm taking the time [and maybe you will too] to utilize that first question of every day. Heres what you do.

Take the first question of your day, [This is easy for the first day, it gets harder as you go along from day to day] remember it, write it down, do something with it. And whenever you get the chance, answer it! But remember, it has to be the first question of the day. You don't get to choose. Your ears and eyes do. Sounds simple right? Well for now, it should. But heres the thing. They can only be answered once. So if the first question of day one is "Whats up?", any form of that [like 'sup' or 'wazzup!'] is out of our question category. So lets hope thats not the first question of all thirty days because it can only be answered once, in which you have to remember the second question of that day which can be a little more tricky. [Thats why I said write them down. Oh how Notepad on my phone comes in so much more handy.] Now the fun of this, is how you answer it.

You can answer the question normally. "How are you doing?" "Oh just peachy." OR, you can have some fun with it. "How are you doing?" "Well, you see...." and so on and so forth. And basically, thats it. Its fast, its simple. And it can start off a blog, end a blog, be put in the middle or be turned in to an entire entry in its self. I really hope this catches on. I'd love to see how interesting some people get. And since this is my start, I guess I'll throw out my question...

DAY ONE

Question: Who am I?
Answer: I read this on my way to work on the Church Sign they have at Churches that invite the religious and non-religious folk to whatever meeting or gathering is happening today on my way to work. This Church always puts up interesting quotes and puns and stuff to interest us non-believers. Its funny sometimes and I get a cheap chuckle, but past that I don't usually read too much in to it. But since today is the day I start my little experiment, I figure this would be most appropriate. Who am I? Well I'll tell you who I'm not. I am not a person who sugar coats things. I am not closed minded but I don't have time to listen to opinions that I have no interest in listening to. I am not a poser and I don't hide my feelings like a lot of people do. I am blunt, and full of opinions that, whether you like it or not, you will hear regardless if I'm apart of the subject or discussion or not. I do care whether people believe it or not and when I don't care, I let you know up front. I respect those who deserve respect and am respected when I deserve it. I think of the impossible and attempt to achieve it. Sometimes I fail and I do give up and quit. But the times I need to succeed I do and I do it with pride. I love to be loved and love to love. I like hugs and rainbows and all those natural things. I may not believe in God but I do attempt to find guidance in Him when I am lost and can not find my way. I love to argue because arguing brings out the better in some people. I can be defeated but I can conquer what needs to be conquered and be victorious when I need to be victorious. I love my sleep and peace but being active is always nice too. I am a fanatic of the sun and all its wonders and hate when winter appears out of the blue. I can be a piss off when I want to and I can find entertainment in others misery. I can be an asshole when I want to be or I can be the most amazing person you ever met. I'm so full of insite and curiosity really does kill the cat but I'll be damned if I don't figure something out. I love animals and hate children. Sure, I can't blame the children for their irrational behaviour if they were never taught properly but the child is the reflection of the parents and if I hate your kid, you better know damn well I hate you too. I don't always follow the rules but I do play by them. I have a problem with athourity and that probably explains why I've been suspended so many times when I went to grade school. I am a hard worker when I want to be, the only problem is I like being lazy more. Thats why people are always so shocked when I end up working harder then they assumed I would. I hate watching sports but I love playing them. I have a love hate relationship with my family. I love when we're together as a family. But individually, we usually have our differences. But all in all, I'm a normal human being. I'm a Canadian. And most importantly, I'm a small town boy. I am Daniel W. But you can call me Too Much Thought.

--Too Much Thought

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Yeah, thats me. For those of you who don't have Twitter or me on Facebook wouldn't know which is not much of a rarity, but it will be for this blog. I'm not very photogenic unless I spruce myself up a bit before hand. That's me being spruced up no doubt. Also, thats my newest t-shirt of one of my newest favourite shows. For those of you who are the hermits of the world I refer to in my blogs, thats Sheldon Cooper or also known as Emmy and Golden Globe winner Jim Parsons [both being for portraying this role.] of the hit show Big Bang Theory. Of course, this entry doesn't run around just myself or the hilarity of the Big Bang Theory. Actually, its another post about my childhood [shock right?] This post is roughly about my love of old cartoons and family shows and my tolerance of the sitcoms we have now a days.

Warning: This is the first of many posts like this. I hate television today, but I do find some things that find its way to slip through the cracks and actually catch my interest.

Lets start with the things like the Big Bang Theory. Now a days, I don't watch anything on television unless it is remotely hilarious. Anything dramatic like The Young and the Hopeless I can not stand. But if you can keep the jokes flowing like Two and a Half Men or Mike and Molly, you better stay on for a few seasons because I plan on watching you on those winter holidays when I can't go out because of the minus thirty weather that is sure to come. But beyond comedy, I can't stand to watch television whats so ever. I mean, there are so many bad shows out there like Gilmore Girls or The OC or even stupid reality shows that involve children from Jersey or pregnant hookers in high school. [Well actually, lets go back a second. There are some reality shows, like on the A&E reality series like Dog the Bounty Hunter, Beyond Scared Straight and Storage Wars. Check them out. Serious stuff.] Do I feel like watching that stuff when I'm sitting at home bored? Well look back at the start of this paragraph for a second and you tell me. Anything but "no", you are incorrect.

You know what I feel like watching? Not iCarly or Rollbots, thats for sure. I feel like watching Boy Meets World, 8 Simple Rules [which is on way too late! I have to work at seven in the morning, I can't stay up that late to watch it. I guess I'll get the woman to PVR it maybe.] or even Rugrats! [I seriously gotta find my Nick channel. Stupid Shaw Cable.] The only way I currently get any fix to eat at my nostalgia is when I watch the Nick channel at my girlfriend's place late at night, or watch Friends, or really old episodes of The Simpsons or even Family Guy when I get the chance! Nothing, and I do mean nothing can beat those days of waking up Saturday morning, getting a bowl of Fruit Loops, and turning on the tube to catch some Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Rugrats, Doug, Pepper-Ann, hell I would most definitely settle for just one episode of Dexter's Laboratory or Uh-Oh! [Punisher, control!]  I really need to ask the producers and writers of new children's television cartoons, and I absolutely must write a letter to my government inquiring why, [and I mean absolute must!] they decided to fix whats not broken! I seriously hope one day they decide to get their head out of their asses, take a little time to read the play book of the greatest times of cartoon history [well, besides Betty Boop or Felix the Cat... come on!] made from the 90's era and start making something we can enjoy all over again! [Maybe a little Bonkers?] More Reptar people! More Reptar! Now, lets do what we do every night Pinky, and try to take OVER THE WORLD!

--Too Much Thought