The rock and the diamond

Monday afternoon walking to lunch:

Doug: Holy crap look at that spider.  It's all white.  Must be an albinyo spider.

That's not a typo...

Last night:

Dad: You don't have class today?  It's Tuesday.
Me: I have classes on Thursdays now... I told you three times already!
Mama: There's not point of telling him.  It's like talking to a rock...
Me (to my mom): Yea... It's just like talking to you too.  Every time I ask what's for dinner you never give me a straight answer.  I guess there's two rocks in this family.
Mama: I'm not a rock! I AM A DIAMOND!

I need to start a Twitter for the crazy stuff my family says.

-Thundalips

It's been a long time

I completely forgot Jet Li was in this music video.

Time to play some ketchup.  Let's start off with a couple of dreams I had.  It's been a while since I had these dreams so I may not be able to recapture all the magic.  These descriptions are the best I can come up with from what I've written in my dream notebook.

Dream 1 goes a little something like this:

I start out in some sort of sex dungeon and I have no clue what's going on or where I really am but somehow I know it's a sex dungeon.  James appears out of no where and helps me escape.  As soon as we get outside we split up and agree to meet back at the Academy of Sciences.  As I get to the Academy of Science, the front door is is closed.  Still being pursued by my captors, I run around the building looking for another entrance.  Surprisingly, there was an Office Depot connected to the museum.  I walk in through the exit instead of the entrance to confuse the people chasing me (like it would actually confused  someone...).  When I make my way down the aisles inside the store, I pass by an aisle with medieval armor and weapons.  I grab some stuff and get ready in case it comes down to fisticuffs.  As I walk further into the store, I can see that the rooms are starting to look more like inside castle walls.  It's like a market with a bunch of stuff going on with hay or straw all over the floor.  In one section I see James getting suited up to joust.  He gets on his horse and goes after the other guy but they're both knocked to the ground.  As he gets up, James takes off his helmet and conjures up some sort of spell and shoots lightning at this guy and kills him.  Rainbow comes running from some corner and hugs him.  At that point, I notice Chadwick and Gary are standing next to me and all I said to them was, "They are going to have some ugly babies..."

Dream 2.  GO!

I find myself in some sort of maze.  Not realizing where I am I start to explore the area.  Then I see mice running around me, but these mice are the size of cars!  Confused and scared, I run around looking for somewhere to hide.  I then realize that the mice weren't actually the size of cars.  It was actually me who had shrank down to the size of an army man.  I start to feel more at ease and walk outside of the hole we were in.  As I walk outside, a lady, who is normal sized, bends down and tells me she can make me big again if I help her trap the mice and kill them.  Now I'm conflicted.  I know I'm still human but I felt like I had some kind of bond with the mice.  I wanted to be regular sized again so I agree.  She uses some sort of magic and makes me my normal size and I notice I'm actually at my grandma's house.  I never actually help her find the mice, but instead do something worse.  I walk towards the back of the house and my brother Doug tells me to help him bring Tupac (our dog) outside to the yard.  He's clearly upset and I asked why.  He said that our mom told us we couldn't keep the dog anymore and we had to get rid of him.  We brought him outside and put him in a small tub and Doug douses him with bottles of lighter fluid.  Still hoping he wasn't going to do what I thought he was about to do, I take a step back.  Then he pulls a lighter out of his pocket and throws it in the tub and sets our dog on fire.  Tupac sat there in the tub without flinching and just howled as he was on fire.  Instead of burning like any normal animal, Tupac began to melt instead.  One of my uncles who lives next door opened his backyard window and looks at what we're doing and yells "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"  Doug and I panic and run back in the house where my aunt shakes her head at Doug and says, "See.  I told you you couldn't take care of him for more than 6 months..."

Until next time,

The correct name for "pulling-out" is coitus interruptus.  Oh you fancy huh?

-Alex Thunderlips

Dreams of a functioning psychopath

Great song.  Legit track from Ke$ha's album, Animal.  I don't understand the reason why people don't respect her or her music.  She has an album that most likely has already gone at least platinum, she holds the record for highest downloaded record for a female artist (of all time), and she's only 22.  What have you done with your life that's so great?  Shut up then.

Last night I had a very strange dream.  Most of my dreams are.  As I explained to Gary this weekend, my mind is unlike any other.  I often identify myself as a functioning psychopath.  The thoughts in my mind are rarely expressed out loud, and that's what makes me functional in society.  If I were to actually do the things I'm thinking about, I probably wouldn't be alive today.  It's okay to think it as long as I don't do it.  Right?

So my dream is segmented in three pieces.  I woke up twice in the middle of the night from the cold since I decided to sleep pants-less and with only one blanket.  The dream began with me, Doug, and my mom in a hotel room.  Nothing special about the room.  Typical two queen beds in a room lit with slightly yellow bulbs.  I don't remember exactly what was going on but I do know that I was in a competition with my mom.  I cannot recall the stipulations but the events that follow were somehow the basis of our battle for supremacy.

As my mom lay in one bed, Doug was in the other.  I jumped on top of my mom and mounted her in a TOTALLY non-sexual way.  You'll understand in a second.  I grab this off the table between the beds.  

Next thing I know, I jam it into my jugular and blood starts pouring out from my neck over my mom.  I then take the same tool and stab her once in the jugular.  But, for some reason, she doesn't start bleeding.  The blade of the scraper went through her neck but her neck was soft like Jell-O.  At that point I begin to panic because I'm losing a lot of blood.  I stab her neck multiple times until she starts bleeding but even then, there's not a lot of blood.  At that point, I look at Doug and I'm about to faint from the loss of blood.  I tell him to keep talking to me so I don't fall asleep.  Apparently, the competition between me and my mom was to see who could lose the most blood and stay awake.  Doug talks to me and I end up "winning" this round.  I eventually pass out after my mom. 

Seems crazy right?  The words do no justice to the images that have been burned into my mind from this dream.  After that the rest of the dream will seem boring. 

The next thing I remember is waking up (in the dream - as in waking up from passing out).  My neck is hideously scarred and scabs are all over my neck even though I'm still slightly bleeding still.  I find a first aid kit in the bathroom and wrap my neck multiple times over with gauze to the point where my neck has become stiff.  My mom, realizing I had "won" the competition, offers to take me to eat at a buffet.  The three of us walk through a long dark tunnel with the walls completely lined with old broken down washing machines and dryers.  A homeless guy runs past us to a washing machine and opens it up.  He pulls out a duffel bag and screams in excitement.  It was filled with all of his belongings which he had hidden there before he went to prison.  Don't really understand how I knew he just got out of prison but it was just one of those things you know in your dreams.

We get to the buffet and my family is already there.  We split up to get food and all of a sudden the setting changes from a buffet to a library and the cast of Community is sitting at the table across from me.  Jeff looks over to me and asks me for my notes.  I get up to hand it to him and when I turn back around, there's a girl sitting in the seat I just left.  My notes and books were thrown on the floor and she just stared at me like she didn't do anything.  Oh well.  I walk away and there's a table full of guns just like in Call of Duty.  It takes me a millisecond to decide that I want my seat back.  I wasn't going to ask nicely for it.  I get strapped and start walking back to my table.  The scene turns into 16-bit and I have to shoot two people to get to the seat.  In my radar  I see the first person I shot is not quite dead so I pull out my credit card which has a sliding top-half - almost like if my credit card were a Transformer.  I flip the top up and down really fast and the credit card fires a bullet right into the persons skull.  Yes.  My dream weapons are insane.

At this point I wake up again from my dream because of the cold.  The last segment is a very short one.

It starts out in a giant garage complex and a few friends and I are walking towards some other people.  As I walk closer, I see that it's a group of girls, one of whom I already know.  If I had to guess, this girl has been in one out of every ten dreams.  It's funny because I never think about her when I'm awake and I haven't seen her in probably three years and haven't talked to her for slightly longer.  As I walk toward the girls, she leans in and gives me a hug and kiss.  I realize she's my girlfriend and we walk off together out of the parking garage.  This was even weirder since I haven't thought about her in that way.  Somehow we end up in my grandma's house which turned out to be where we lived together.  And then I woke up for good.

The last part was more for me since no one else really knows what the hell I'm talking about.  It's just interesting to me that the same girl keeps showing up in my dreams when I hardly think about her when I'm awake.  And I'm sure the rest of my dreams has left my image tainted.  Don't worry.  I'm not really that crazy.  I would only kill you in my dreams.

To try and clear up some of the crazy, I will try to explain why I dreamed what I dreamed.  I spent most of Sunday cleaning the garage with my mom.  We threw out a lot of junk and moved a spare washing machine we have to the back of the garage.  This may have been where the tunnel of washing machines came into picture.  While cleaning my mom picked up a pirate sword left by someone after the pirate party.  She pointed it at me and made a threatening face and said "Alex..."  I found one of my old BB guns, a USP, and pointed it back at her and said "Mommy..."  We had a laugh and went back to cleaning.  Possibly where the first part of the dream came from.  The buffet is probably just cause I'm fat.  Call of Duty is obvious and recurring.  So, in conclusion, I am not crazy.  I am "colorful". 

Until next time,

Stay out of my head.   

-Alex Thunderlips

Broken raptop = less online time.

Super caked on, super shopped, or maybe both but still beautiful. Because I have time, this will be a long read.  Make sure you have relieved your bladder and bowels before reading on.  Grab your favorite drink and snack and enjoy.

So, as of yesterday, my laptop caught the 700m pandemic going around.  The back light is loose or blew out leaving the monitor another desolate screen that once displayed beautiful vibrant images of the young lady pictured above.  I've been reading up on forums and this is quite common amongst 700m owners.  This happened to my brother almost exactly a week ago and somehow my laptop caught the disease.  Since the screws on the bottom panel have been frayed and stripped to being almost unscrewable (<


This weekend I decided to be a hermit and stay in.  Not much is going on anyways.  That I know of.  Plenty of activities that I can do indoors anyways.

This week, I received many packages from various online purchases made on the week of Black Friday and Cyber Monday.  Got my two portable hard drives from Dell a few days ago, my Tekken 6 Fightstick bundles, and my copy of Fearless: Platinum edition.  I spent much of the morning backing up all my files from my laptop and then putting all my music on the new hard drive.  Still en route are my other two external hard drives that I plan on returning, four books from Borders, and my clothes from Urban Outfitters.  Since receiving the fight sticks, I've been catching up on my SF2HD.  Purchase of the game via Xbox Live was made possible by my sister and her 10 friends, Andy, Doug, and Calvin.  Thanks!  Next game purchase will be Ikaruga, which I'm 400 points away from buying.  After playing twice online, I have come to the conclusion that Xbox Live players are much more competitive and unforgiving than their Playstation network counterpart.  

To test out the game after I first downloaded it, I played one game online and destroyed my competition.  This was at 7:45 AM right before I started doing my business to get ready for work.  I shut off the system and went to work.  I came back to a message by the person I played saying "Run scrub run".  I replied "It was 7:45 AM in San Francisco.  I was testing the game before I left for work.  Some of us are actually employed."  No response back.  Then a few days ago I had some time and decided to give it another go online.  I played one on one with some random guy and lost 8-10 (ish) before quitting since dinner was ready.  Minutes later, I received a voice message from him saying "You know why I played you like an ass hole?  Because you were using Zangief.  Playing one on one.  How cheap can you get.  Fuck you suck at this game."  First off, SF2HD is a one on one game.  How else can you play it?  One vs. two?  Ridiculous.  Secondly, if the developers put certain moves in the game, they want you to use it.  It's the same reasoning they add cheats in video games.  Games go through rigorous testing to balance characters and certain characters naturally have different functions otherwise every character would be the same.  I was practicing my Zangief's crouching jab+jab to 360 with LP (Andy you know what I'm talking about).  Basically the combo at 1:48. 



Needless to say, I caught him enough times (almost twice a round) to make him angry.  Probably got two or three perfects too.  So far, that's two for two.  Two ass holes in two sessions of SF2HD.  If I hadn't flashed my Xbox, I would have definitely reported this guy.  I do not want to cause trouble for myself.  Oh, the limitations resulting from illegal mods...

At work yesterday, our group held it's annual end-of-the-year party.  I spent the first two hours of work zoning out and napping while waiting for the company lunch.  The admin came around at 11 and asked me to go with her to pick up the food (our lunch was catered).  I said yes hoping to get to know her better since she was the youngest person in our group.  She's probably around 28.  The next youngest person is probably in their early 40s.  It's an old bunch.  After we picked up around ten trays of food, I called the team from the car to come help bring the food in.  I asked one of my coworkers to bring four or five other people to help unload the food.  After handing out all the trays to them, I realized there was nothing left for me to carry.  One of my coworkers, H a r s h i t (yes, his name is H a r s h i t and I realize it's one letter away from being Hardshit and I'm spacing out the name to avoid google searches), joked around saying that I called all of them to do all the lifting.  During the lunch, our boss, Jimmy, made gave a speech and thanked the admin for organizing the event and ordering the food and then thanked me for "being the muscle."  Harshit immediately pointed at me and smiled knowing that I didn't carry any of the trays.  I interrupted Jimmy and told him that other people helped.  Harshit busted me out saying, "Yea, Alex called all of us to carry all the food!"  Jimmy then congratulated me on my upper management skills in pawning off all the work on other people.  I guess I am management material after all.  This became a running joke throughout the party which I thought was pretty hilarious. 

Okay.  Here comes the inevitable rant of the entry.  After the lunch, the group has a traditional white elephant gift exchange.  The rules are, the gift must be a minimum of $25 and cannot be a recycled gift from the years before.  THAT'S IT!  The rules of the game in this case, was a gift can be stolen up to three times before being locked up.  The gift I bought was a large dream dictionary and Snuggie, which I personally think is a decent gift.  I drew number 20 of 50 (there were 33 people).  First pick by first person, 7" digital photo frame.  Obviously from the boss, Jimmy, and guaranteed to be stolen.  Here's why.  All the other gifts were lame beyond compare.  But before I get to the horrible list of gifts, let me first share with you the sequence of events involving myself since this is my blog.  Now this is where the game takes a horrible turn.  There was nothing I wanted to steal (you'll see why) when it was my turn, so I chose a gift from the pile.  I picked one that was relatively large with a nice heft to it.  Inside was an inflatable twin mattress (with pump).  This was definitely one of the better gifts, but I thought no one would want to steal it.  I was wrong.  A few turns later H  a r s h i t stole it from me and I decided to pick another from the pile.  At this point, after watching several picks, I came to the conclusion that anything that was horribly wrapped came from a male gifter and was almost certainly something tech-y.  I picked the third to the ugliest one because of the shape of the box.  Inside was a very good gift compared to the rest.  A clock radio with side speakers and a dock for Ipods. 

 

Something like that but not as nice of a model.  Definitely will get stolen.  A few turns pass and Serena, another coworker, steals my gift.  This was fairly upsetting because we were getting down to the wire on unopened gifts and I did not see anything worth stealing.  I took another gamble and picked another poorly wrapped gift.  This is what I got stuck with:

What...the...fuck...  Seriously?  A fucking DTV converter box?  A gift that was probably free from a government rebate?  At this point the entire room started laughing because they knew I picked gift that was almost certainly unwanted by everyone in the group.  This group of people have no fucking respect for the people who actually play the game with decency.  Now, for the list of the worst gifts:

• A T-shirt.  Obviously NOT worth $25
• A small twist-chopper thing and a bowl
• A pen set
• USED billiard balls.  Obviously repackaged poorly with loads of tape.  The cue ball had scuff marks on it.  Who would give this as a gift at white elephant?  What percent of people actually own a personal table and can use this?!
• Cheap wine that was clearly for the budget-conscious
• A teddy bear with candy.  There's always seems to be one jackass who does this (no offense to Dillon or David whoever brought that stuffed animal last time)
• A fucking step ladder.  A STEP LADDER!!! WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE DO THAT!? The best part about this gift was the wrapping.  Black garbage back.  With a step ladder in it.  Of course it was the last gift picked
• A tea kettle.  A fucking tea kettle.  And not just any tea kettle.  A tea kettle that clearly was a few years old.  The box was faded and scuffed up horribly and looked like someone bought it at Ross.  Don't get me wrong.  I love Ross.  But this clearly was the worst gift and there is no way it could have been worth more than $10.  The person who picked this had it stolen from Jimmy.  Every year, Jimmy bails out the person with the crappiest gift when it's his turn to pick.  That way the person with the crapiest gift (at the time) gets another choice.  Jimmy was sixth to draw meaning that the people who picked the crappier gifts could not be bailed out.  Like me.
  
• And of course the DTV converter box

Why?  Why do people do these things?  No respect for the game or their coworkers.  Some people at least have the decency to play the game with honor.  Highlights of "good" gifts:

• 7" digital photo frame
• 8GB flash drive (two people gifted them.  One Sandisk and one generic brand which any tech-y can tell you is not $25 but at least people want these)
• Safeway giftcard
• Clock with Ipod/dock
• Set of four great looking tumblers
• An emergency road-side kit.  Probably one of the most useful gifts.  Included jumper cables, gloves, flares, other tools, an orange cone, and other miscellaneous items.  

Jesus fucking Christ.  At least if I'm there next year I know I can get away with bringing crap gifts like a DTV converter box.  My god...  Work people are ridiculous.   If I had written this yesterday, you can bet that I would have used more profanities but I have cooled down a bit since then.  Worst white elephant in the history of white elephants.  While the gifts obviously sucked, it was pretty funny to see people making fun of everyone else for their poor gifts.  Overall, it was a fun experience even though I walked away with one of the worst gifts of all time.  People were even joking that the reason why someone gifted it was because they lost their rebate form and such.  I was a little sad that everyone didn't really like the gift that I brought either.  My manager actually picked my gift and tried desperately to give it away.  My gift ended up being stolen once and traded at the end of the game so at least a few people liked it.  There was actually another gifter who bought a Snuggie and combined it with a pair of Slipper Genies

To clean your floors while you walk around the house.  At the end of the game, I told Serena that my friend just got a pool table recently and that if she didn't want the billiard balls that she picked then I would be happy to take them.  She said that she didn't want to just give it away and didn't want to trade me for my DTV converter which is completely understandable.  But then another coworker said, "Just give it to Alex.  You have no reason to keep it."  She replied, "Oh, it's ok.  I'll just throw it around or something."  Bitch.  Huge bitch.  Let me tell you some of the things she's done.  My coworker Gary set up a slide show presentation of his trip to Europe with his girlfriend.  One of the pictures showed them in front of a very expensive store.  I forget if it was Gucci, Prada, or something like that but when that picture came up Serena blurted out "Oh that store is expensive.  You guys probably didn't buy anything from there cause you can't afford it huh?"  Everything she says is me, me, me.  "Oh look at what I've done.  I'm better than you at everything.  Everything I do is great and everything you do is wrong.  I'm right.  And everything that's yours is cheap stuff."  Clearly not true.  Before I moved my mattress back from San Jose, I was telling her that I had some back problems because of my mattress.  Her immediate response was "Oh you probably have a cheap mattress.  I have a very expensive mattress and it's very good."  Bitch I've been using the same mattress since I grew out of a crib.  What a fucking bitch.  And another time she was walking around holding a CD and asked me "Can I use your T-shirt to wipe off the gunk on the CD?" Uhh... No.  "Why are you being so stingy? Just let me wipe it with your shirt."  Ok.  One.  My mama bought me this shirt and it was one of my favorite shirts and I'm not letting some bitch use it to wipe shit off a CD.  Two.  Just because it's a T-shirt doesn't mean it's cheap.  It was an expensive T-shirt.  Three.  You have a fucking shirt.  Use yours.  "But my shirt is expensive and it's not made of cotton."  Shut up.  I dress the way I dress because it's comfortable and I don't have to try and impress you fuckbags at work who mean less than nothing to me.  Want to fire me for the way I dress? Fine with me.  What a fucking bitch.  Learn some manners.  How are you married? -End rant.

This week I moved my Xbox up to my room which finally allowed me to plug my USB somewhere and catch up on my shows.  I am up to date with HIMYM, BBT, Community, 30 Rock, and finally got a chance to watch the episode of SNL where Taylor Swift was hosting.  Next up is Modern Family, FlashForward,  White Collar.  I have all of Heroes for this season but will probably delete them before I watch it.  I quit Heroes.  Community is one of the funniest new shows on television.  It will definitely be renewed for at least another season and hopefully longer.  On the other end of the spectrum, Monk aired it's final episode of the series last night.  I'm about six or seven episodes behind and have not yet downloaded any episodes.  From what I've been hearing, the ending is going to be awesome.  I will definitely miss this show.  Upcoming shows to look forward to include 24 and Chuck.

Sharks played the Calgary Flames at the Tank tonight but couldn't come out with a win.  The Flames' goalie was phenomenal and made save after save.  McLaren had another fight but took a beating.  I like the way this kid plays.  Sticks up for his team mates and does not take crap from anyone.  I think in the last three games, he was in a fight in each game.  But rather than bore you with statistics that you don't care about, I would like to share an interesting tidbit I heard while watching the last game.  There is a contest of sorts to come up with the best nickname for the first line of the Sharks.  Currently, San Jose's top line is Patrick Marleau, or Patty, Joe Thornton, or Jumbo, and Danny Heatley, or Heater.  The first name that the announcer's said was "Team Canada".  A nickname they said was too generic and overused.  Second nickname was "The Great White" (because they're Sharks duh).   This was kind of interesting.  But the third was definitely the best.  Someone suggested their line be called "The Burger" line.  A Jumbo, Heated Patty.  Genius.  Next game will be at home against the L.A. Kings.  A game that I have tickets to.  Should be a great game considering they are not only division rivals, but it's also a battle of California. 

Big thanks to Gary who gave me his remaining Magic cards.  Haven't had the chance to go through everything but it's a good amount of cards.  From what I have gone through, I didn't see anything of value to my main deck.  Still very nice of him to give me his cards.  Wiltron get ready. 

That's all for now.

Until next time,

Beware of the Red Cyclone.

-Alex Thunderlips

It's a thug story.

It's 8:03AM and I've been up for almost two hours now.  Had trouble sleeping last night and then I heard my mom's cell phone go off just as I was about to fall asleep.  Half awake, I thought I heard her give the phone to my dad saying it was a call for him.  Then a few minutes later I heard my mom walking down the stairs and opening the front door to leave.  I looked out the window and sure enough, she was walking to her car fully dressed.  I wasn't sure where she was going and my phone was too far.  For no particular reason, I thought it was 1:40.  I didn't look at a clock but that's what time I thought it was.  I dozed off for what felt like a few hours and woke up when she came home through the front door.  By that time, the sun was coming up and I went downstairs to ask her where she had gone for so long.  She said she went to McDonald's to get breakfast.  Apparently the call was a wrong number and she didn't pass the phone to my dad, she left the house around 7 to get breakfast, and I was wrong about everything.  And now I'm tired but can't fall back asleep.

My brother came home from Davis on Thursday and he bought the Perfect Push Up thing.  I tried a few out of boredom and curiosity.  It feels cheap and flimsy.  If I was as buff as the guy on the box, the handles would probably collapse under me.  I don't think it works that well.  I've been trying to get back into the rhythm of working out again.  Everyday after work, I do a bunch of lifting for about 1.5 hours.  Of course, I stretch out my reps because I'm always watching TV.  Hopefully I'll trim down a bit soon.  My mom keeps calling me a fatass.  The more I seem to do, the more I feel my body is turning into the same body type as Chuck Liddell.  He has a gut and he looks fat all the time until he flexes and you can see all the lines.  That's where I'm at right now.  This is, of course, before I eat.

Taylor Tickets are on sale soon.  Don't really understand the breakdown of when tickets go on sale but the latest will be October 30.  I joined the T Sweezy website just to see if I could get the code.  I also have an AmEx card so probably will try that too.  No idea how many tickets I'm going to get but so far I think the group going will be me, Anjuli, My, Ya, Erica, and maybe V and my sister if she's back.  Ticket prices range from $25-59.50.  I don't mind paying top dollar for great seats.  Sixty dollars isn't that much anyways.  Not for Taylor.  Also not sure how many I'm buying (if I'm buying for people or separate).  Probably best to get them together to guarantee seats together.  I'll probably aim for 8.  I can always sell them later.  Everyone wants a piece of her.

Onsale to General Public

Start: Fri, 10/30/09 10:00 AM PDT

American Express

Start: Tue, 10/27/09 10:00 AM PDT
End: Thu, 10/29/09 10:00 PM PDT

TaylorSwift.com

Start: Tue, 10/27/09 10:00 AM PDT
End: Thu, 10/29/09 10:00 PM PDT

Kellie Pickler

Start: Thu, 10/29/09 10:00 AM PDT
End: Thu, 10/29/09 10:00 PM PDT

That yellow dot is where I want to sit.  Sixty dollars?  Well worth it. Everyone be on the look out for radio contests and such.  I want backstage passes.  BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!

-Alex Thunderlips