<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:21:44.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquest Of Colson</title><subtitle type='html'>Still searching for that rainbow connection...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-8987119980404467711</id><published>2011-09-18T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:26:16.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Will Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4z0p-ivdfA/TnZ6u6Ov1DI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wZDlcnKouUo/s1600/aill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4z0p-ivdfA/TnZ6u6Ov1DI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wZDlcnKouUo/s320/aill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653841328533918770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief summary:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; When professors discover that an aimless janitor is also a math genius, a therapist helps the young man confront the demons that are holding him back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched this movie cause I get hounded by everyone and their mother when they find out I have never seen this movie before. I"m currently 19 old. There are many movies out there, I wish I could spend all my time watching them but I have other things that further my life on this planet. Like school and a part time job. I know I'm gonna like this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part I like in particular is a scene where this douche bag college student tries to humiliate Ben Affleck with his Harvard Wits. But it's Ben Affleck so no one really has to try hard. I have met so many pseudo-intellectual douches out there like this character. It frustrates me so much. I completed 4 AP classes in high school and AP classes are filled to the brim with monkeys who think they are geniuses because they can memorize some facts and recite it on cue. Anyone can study. We have taught gorillas how to do sign language. Apes don't communicate fully to the extent that we do, but they usually do one word signs to get what they want. "Banana", "water", "doll". Things like that. Now the AP kids think they are smart. Some are actually smart, some are just good memorizers. Intelligence is the ability to learn AND think for yourself. Thinking for themselves is where a lot of these kids fall short. If you could think for yourself, you wouldn't listen to what the adults in public schools would tell you. You could listen to the information. Process it. But everything else they say is just mundane. I'm probably preaching to the choir here. Long story short for this paragraph, the smart people are idiots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Damon is so baller. &lt;br /&gt;He can fight, he is smart, he didn't have to try and he was given a very attractive woman's number. He calls people out on their BS. He trolls therapist. Matt Damon is good in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Robin Williams! He has a beard in this movie. Beards can make almost anything cooler. 1800s mustaches and mountain man beards are prime man facial hair styles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4E9Rqymd7EQ/TnZXYXG6GwI/AAAAAAAAALw/H0Sgx49-oOk/s1600/mustache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4E9Rqymd7EQ/TnZXYXG6GwI/AAAAAAAAALw/H0Sgx49-oOk/s320/mustache.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653802458241702658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie makes me want to do one or two things. One thing is to go up to people and say, "It's not your fault." This would really confuse strangers. Waiting on the bus, business man to the right of me is reading his kindle. He wants to read the classics, he is reading Oliver Twist. I turn to him and say "it's not your fault." He says "what?". I say, "it's not your fault." End of conversation. I know that will live with him forever. He goes home from work, his wife/husband(I don't judge him nor rule out the possibility he might be a homosexual.) asks him how was his day, he says "Some strange kid on the train said it's not your fault. I'm very creeped out." He can't sleep at night because he has to figure out what bad things have happened in his life that weren't his fault. He'll start to think they are his fault. Then the image of me turning to him and "saying it's not your fault" will show up in a flash back all over again. He'll be in such mental stress and wonder. He'll never solve the mystery. All because of one little phrase that didn't mean anything when I said it, but it meant everything to him when he heard it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of in middle school and early high school when I turned to someone and said, "Don't worry about it." They wanted to know what not to worry about. I in turned replied, "Don't worry about it." So it begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is called Good Will Hunting. I'm not sure this is grammatically correct. He is not good, Superman does good. Good Will Hunting sounds right. But it seems like Well Will Hunting might be correct. I am not grammar nazi nor wizard nor genius nor any other adjective to describe my point I'm making. Just for fun, it could be call Well Will Whunting. It wouldn't have won any oscars with a name like that cause no one would have taken it seriously. Nothing shouldn't be taken seriously. I shouldn't be taken seriously. This blog shouldn't be taken seriously. Ben Affleck shouldn't be taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God Ben Affleck didn't show up all the time in this movie. Matt Damon is definitely the break out star. He later becomes Jason Bourne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this movie for many reasons. Robin Williams beard, it reassures me that it's good to be smart, and a great story. Robin Williams is a better serious actor then he is comic actor. Not that I didn't enjoy Flubber. It was a staple movie of my youth. But him in Good Will Hunting and World's Greatest Dad really stick out to me. He was a force behind his voice. He also has a very macho moment when he almost killed Will by strangling him. Robin Williams will choke a bitch if he has too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Adsm_32L-w/TnZ6fZ22AwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/s_z_ZOliNzM/s1600/robin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Adsm_32L-w/TnZ6fZ22AwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/s_z_ZOliNzM/s320/robin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653841062145688322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-8987119980404467711?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/8987119980404467711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=8987119980404467711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/8987119980404467711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/8987119980404467711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2011/09/good-will-hunting.html' title='Good Will Hunting'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4z0p-ivdfA/TnZ6u6Ov1DI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wZDlcnKouUo/s72-c/aill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-4565976722225086052</id><published>2011-09-17T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T10:19:57.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moulin Rouge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gedSP7NEMWA/TnWIWzA6hZI/AAAAAAAAALg/YuxkGicEE84/s1600/moulin%2Brouge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gedSP7NEMWA/TnWIWzA6hZI/AAAAAAAAALg/YuxkGicEE84/s320/moulin%2Brouge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653574832466068882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The year is 1899, and Christian, a young English writer, has come to Paris to follow the Bohemian revolution taking hold of the city's drug and prostitute infested underworld. And nowhere is the thrill of the underworld more alive than at the Moulin Rouge, a night club where the rich and poor men alike come to be entertained by the dancers, but things take a wicked turn for Christian as he starts a deadly love affair with the star courtesan of the club, Satine. But her affections are also coveted by the club's patron: the Duke. A dangerous love triangle ensues as Satine and Christian attempt to fight all odds to stay together but a force that not even love can conquer is taking its toll on Satine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the title of the movie, it sounded French to me. Ha-zah! I was correct. Without seeing the name, I thought the movie would feature people who didn't bathe, cheese and begets and snails, and complained all the time. But it's not safe for me to make fun of the French. I once was named the Twitter jerk of the Day for making fun of an Air France flight that went "missing" over the Ocean. I thought they were lost, not dead. Excuse me for giving the French who fly planes the benefit of the doubt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think this movie is for women being that is very popular among women. It's quite the opposite. This movie is for DUDES.  Within the first 3 minutes of the film, I find out that Ewan McGregor stars in the movie. Obi Wan Kenobi is in this movie. DO YOU KNOW HOW COOL THAT IS?! He can hang around anywhere, have a French man stumble into his life, and train him into a Jedi Knight. The only draw back is that the French Man would turn evil and Ewan would have to train the Frenchman's son into a Jedi Knight as well to kill the father Frenchman. Maybe it's just a good idea not to have any Jedis in France to begin with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan spends the whole movie at his desk writing about the Moulin Rouge and cutting back to flashbacks. He is doing so with a wife beater on and suspenders. I've seen the trend in old timey movies or movies where people are dressed in old timey clothes where men are wearing wife beaters AND suspenders. They are half way getting undressed, the formal shirt is off. Do they really care if the pants stay up? Hell! I say a real man is someone who can walk around his house with no pants on without a care in the world. Women feel free to do the same. Being comfortable without pants will set you free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie has everything you want. It has dwarfs, not the Lord of the Ring kind. Hold your sadness. Just because they aren't mining in the mountains for valuable minerals, doesn't make them any less cool. This is a normal midget type little person. The dwarf is hanging out with people who are dressed like circus folk and wear top hats. People are wearing top hats. Ewan is wearing a top hat. If you're not sold by the fact that Ewan McGregor is wearing a top hat, check your pulse. You're probably not breathing. Top hats, men with mustaches, and pretty and sexy dancing women. What more could you want?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie sings songs popular throught out American pop culture in the 20th century. &lt;br /&gt;For instance:&lt;br /&gt;The hills are alive with the sound of music- I expected Nazis to march in the movie and search to kill  for Julie Andrews and her family.&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds Are a Girl's Best friend - I expect Marilyn Monroe to have to spend the whole movie pushing down her dress because it inconveniently keeps lifting up and becomes a burden. &lt;br /&gt;Smells like teen spirit - I expected Kurt Cobain to walk into the shot with a shotgun and shoot himself in the head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my expectations about the film have not been fulfilled. No nazis, no kurt, and no marilyn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not expect to be blown away and turned on by Nicole Kidman so much. She would go crazy over a man speaking poetry. Just imagine how turned on she would be if I read Harry Potter aloud. I'm thinking of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Instead of saying Harry Potter, I say my name. Instead of Ron Weasley, it's replaced with Nicole Kidman. So it's Nicole Kidman, Hermione, and I all together in the Chamber of Secrets. Magic would happen in the Chamber no doubt after the Basilisk is unleashed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Harry Potter, the actor who played Professor Slughorn is in this movie. I'm overjoyed and scared at the same time. One, Voldemort might show up. Two, Harry might show up as well. Since they are wizards and magic, I assume they can transcend different stories and movies. Anything is possible for a wizard...or Ewan McGregor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have a hetero dude crush on Ewan. He is a ladies man no doubt. Great singer, poetic, has an accent. I'm not gay but wouldn't it be weird to find out you were gay by a movie with Ewan McGregor? Comedian Louis CK said he has never had a reason not suck a dick. It's funnier when you hear Louis said it but he mentioned he was at an awards show and saw Ewan McGregor there. He said was a such a beautiful man. Louic CK also said if he would ever give oral pleasure to any man in the world, it would be Ewan. Just dive right in there. Both C.K. and I agree that Ewan is pretty suave and swanky swag. Know this about Swanky Swag, Hilary Swank does not have it. Just cause your name is Swank, doesn't mean you get Swanky Swag by default. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hire someone(I would pay them sweat shop wages because I'm on a budget) to count all the times the word "love" is mentioned. There is a scene where the star crossed lovers are on top of a building shaped like an elephant and singing love songs. The whole movie is a love story bent on reminding you it's all about love. The characters love each other. Love shall overcome. Love finds a way. Love this, love that. Love, love, love, love , love. This movie is totally hardcore on the love factor. It's like a love rollercoaster instead of a tunnel of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never actually been on a tunnel of love. No one to go with at this time in my life(Forever alone) and most carnivals I've been to don't have a tunnel of love. But they do have a lot of scary carnies. That's not the same at all. A arrow from cupid is not the same as a switchblade from a carnival employee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not in love or in a relationship like Nicole and Ewan, Moulin Rouge will stick it in your face how alone and single you are. It's both a brilliant and sad at the same time. I found myself wishing I had a girlfriend to watch this with and to make out in my basement during the movie. This is the proper way to watch Moulin Rouge. Not alone, never alone. Only together alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qaW_AD-d9vo/TnWI0cvdCgI/AAAAAAAAALo/HKPsy7iUspU/s1600/forever_alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qaW_AD-d9vo/TnWI0cvdCgI/AAAAAAAAALo/HKPsy7iUspU/s320/forever_alone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653575341883329026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-4565976722225086052?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/4565976722225086052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=4565976722225086052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/4565976722225086052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/4565976722225086052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2011/09/moulin-rouge.html' title='Moulin Rouge'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gedSP7NEMWA/TnWIWzA6hZI/AAAAAAAAALg/YuxkGicEE84/s72-c/moulin%2Brouge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-4209591950201348340</id><published>2011-09-17T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T23:17:41.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rango</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qDVjqZd2gqI/TnU3tPxvTqI/AAAAAAAAALY/KXCdD2zHZGM/s1600/rango"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qDVjqZd2gqI/TnU3tPxvTqI/AAAAAAAAALY/KXCdD2zHZGM/s320/rango" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653486157702319778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Premise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; The story follows the comical, transformative journey of Rango (Depp), a sheltered chameleon living as an ordinary family pet, while facing a major identity crisis. After all, how high can you aim when your whole purpose in life is to blend in? When Rango accidentally winds up in the gritty, gun-slinging town of Dirt -- a lawless outpost populated by the desert's most wily and whimsical creatures -- the less-than-courageous lizard suddenly finds he stands out. Welcomed as the last hope the town has been waiting for, new Sheriff Rango is forced to play his new role to the hilt...until, in a blaze of action-packed situations and encounters with outrageous characters, Rango starts to become the hero he once only pretended to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in the movie, there is an angry mob outside of the sheriff's house/jailhouse/wherever sheriff's in the old west reside. I've always wanted to be a part of an angry mob. I imagine an angry mob in England would just turn out to be a crowd of people who refuse to use manners, like say please and thank you. But I want to be a part of an angry mob where people didn't know what they were angry about. "I just bought bananas fresh and green yesterday and now they are brown! I'm very angry!". And the like, they are like Christmas Carolers who show up to your door step to shout at you why they are angry. Instead of sleigh bells to help boost the christmas cheer, the angry mobbers have pitchforks, torches, and blind fury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main conflicts in Rango is the town Rango wanders into and becomes a part of is THERE IS NO WATER. Living in America and having more than I need, I cannot relate. We have so much in America, we refuse to bathe. It's not because we have no water that some of us don't bathe, it's because of sheer laziness. That is freedom right there. Not really, but that's what I tell myself. Whenever a character in a story is starving or dying of thirst, I take the liberty to get up and eat or drink something during. Kind of like those people who eat junk food while watching the Biggest Loser. My friend gave me an idea while I read this book(The Hunger Games) where the main character is dying of dehydration in a battle of survival and to the death with other contestants in the woods. The idea was to stop reading the book, get up, go to the faucet in the bathroom, turn it on, STARE AT THE WATER FOR 30 SECONDS, NOT drink it, turn it off, and go back to reading the book where the character is DYING because of lack of water. Just cause I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals can talk in this movie and have human characteristics. That is fine. But WHY are the owls who serve as a mariachi band and narrators MEXICAN! You couldn't find another other animal to be more of a random choice to characters a member of an ethnicity than owls? It would have been racist to choose a chihuahua to be the mexican characters in the movie but it's just plain bonkers to choose owls. A raven is the Indian/Native American(First Nations to you Canadians). Why we are at it, why not have a character that is from Asia be a bear! No....not a panda bear. Make it a koala bear. Yeah, in the desert. Building a railroad. Doesn't make sense does it? Good. Now you get my confusion about why the mexican characters are owls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film is a great western. We don't get too many westerns now a days. True Grit and Rango are the only westerns that have come to my attention in a while. The film has some pretty BA(when I say BA, I mean badass. Makes the censoring counterproductive don't you think) moments. Clint Eastwood makes an appearance. Not only is motherfucking Clint Eastwood in the movie, he can talk to animals. He had a conversation with Rango. Rango is a lizard. All the animals I have ever tried to talk to have never talked back. You start talking to the animals as a kid, you stop when you're an adult because they never talk back. Even crazy pet people who talk to their pets, there pets never talk back. NOT FOR CLINT EASTWOOD! When you're the Man With No Name, you can do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When watching this movie, you feel like you're on acid in a desert and the whole desert came to life. I wouldn't recommend this movie to people on acid. Rango is too dangerous for drug users. But it is safe enough for children. IRONIC. AND it's rated PG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An evil snake in this movie has a mustache. Mustaches can make anything cool. Look at Gene Shalit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu1FPfIr4Sk/TnU3SSQ30HI/AAAAAAAAALQ/d3QCKSTrUuU/s1600/Shalit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu1FPfIr4Sk/TnU3SSQ30HI/AAAAAAAAALQ/d3QCKSTrUuU/s320/Shalit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653485694513303666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool, right? The mustache is making me like the unlikable character of Jake the Snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this movie is pretty swag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-4209591950201348340?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/4209591950201348340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=4209591950201348340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/4209591950201348340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/4209591950201348340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2011/09/rango.html' title='Rango'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qDVjqZd2gqI/TnU3tPxvTqI/AAAAAAAAALY/KXCdD2zHZGM/s72-c/rango' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-6283576605906961949</id><published>2011-09-17T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T16:29:45.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Direction of this Blog</title><content type='html'>I've entertained the idea of blogging my thoughts about movies I see. Maybe putting down my thoughts about movies will help encourage me to watch more movies. I do need to watch more movies. These won't be movie reviews nor criticisms. Just ramblings of the mind. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-6283576605906961949?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/6283576605906961949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=6283576605906961949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/6283576605906961949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/6283576605906961949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-direction-of-this-blog.html' title='New Direction of this Blog'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-1088261049491968396</id><published>2011-08-11T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:50:43.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts that keep me up at night</title><content type='html'>-Say you meet a serial killer, but he refuses to eat your Cap'n Crunch. Awkward... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What do you do if you meet a mouse, but he wants a cookie, but he's a diabetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How do you feel about a meeting a dolphin that is low on endorphins so it kills itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Say you meet a bear who can't go up stairs because them Chinese fellers cut off his legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What if you meet a well-endowed pianoist? (Think about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What if my box of Fruity Pebbles came out of the closet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Does the flesh eating virus eat the penis too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What if you're white but you can't use your wit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What if Finland was underwater? Then it would just be Fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What if we lost NewFoundLand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Can Kennedy do the Can-Can???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What if I caught a butterfly and ate it with my toast? I still have a fly in my toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It'd be funny if they combined The Oregon Trail and the Trail of Tears into a game. Then white people would feel guilty every time someone got dysentery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I imagined that if Americans say "FOR NARNIA!", then there are Narnians yelling "FOR 'MURICUH!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A lifeguard should be called a pool guard. If he was a lifeguard, he would follow me around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do tires ever get tired of tiresome tire jokes? Or do the tire jokes fall flat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Toronto backwards is Otnorot. Canada backwards is Adanac. America backwards is Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Walmart needs to sell marts from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A cat's cartharsis is meowing really loudly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If Ed can edit, can I Colsonit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In Harry Potter, I never expected their spells, "EXPECTO POTRONUM". So I renamed it, "SURPRISE-O POTRONUM". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A t-shirt is named that because it looks like a T. I think that is bs. It looks like a shirt, not a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If the cat has my tongue, what does the dog have? Whatever it is, I hope I don't have to use it until the next time I see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If a computer comprimises it's morals, it's complicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who is Lando? And why can't people make up their minds about him. I only say Orlando if I'm giving options. If I'm saying mentioning a list of places, I say Andlando. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If I were Latino and looking at a map of Canada, I think the map was asking me a question when I read "Québec". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If I am being mindblown, there should be a fan. It'd be much more efficient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Can chocolate to be on time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It'd be cool if "Chance" was Jackie Chan's middle name. Jackie Chance Chan. Call him Jackie Chan-Chan. Or Chan-Chan. Or Chan for short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lip sounds like ship and you're in trouble if both are busted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you don't do anything splendid, then it is splenuncomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want to invent a robot(Bot) and name him Tom. We would be friends and have sleep overs. We would sleep on my bunk bed. Guess which bunk Bot Tom will be sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I never tell people I'm getting dressed, dresses are for girls. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-1088261049491968396?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/1088261049491968396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=1088261049491968396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/1088261049491968396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/1088261049491968396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2011/08/thoughts-that-keep-me-up-at-night.html' title='Thoughts that keep me up at night'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-5110287156829222951</id><published>2011-05-25T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T11:48:34.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Film Review Paper on the Band of Brothers</title><content type='html'>I wrote this for my WWII class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Did you know that few of the Band of Brothers were actual brothers,&lt;br /&gt;but they were like brothers? They held together like a band. This band&lt;br /&gt;was not made of rubber; it was made with deep respect and camaraderie.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Allan Spielberg was born December 18, 1946. Thomas Jeffrey&lt;br /&gt;“Tom” Hanks was born July 9, 1956. Band of Brothers HBO mini-series&lt;br /&gt;came out on September 9, 2001. Coincidence?!  I think not. Together&lt;br /&gt;they produced the hit mini-series Band of Brothers, serving as&lt;br /&gt;executive producers. The budget for the show was approximately $125&lt;br /&gt;million. Wow! What could you do with that much money? If you’re Tom&lt;br /&gt;Hanks, you can make the Band of Brothers series tastefully and&lt;br /&gt;successfully well. I would use the money to buy myself a house that I&lt;br /&gt;would stock up with arcade games, like Pinball and Pacman machines,&lt;br /&gt;and as well as soda pop and bubble gum. I would try to woo women to&lt;br /&gt;hang out with me in my arcade like the G.I.s tried to woo the fraulein&lt;br /&gt;in Germany and Holland with chocolate and cigarettes. Surprisingly&lt;br /&gt;enough, the band of brothers isn’t a musical band at all. I could&lt;br /&gt;picture them being the American Led Zeppelin. Playing their mighty&lt;br /&gt;instruments and kick butt riffs across Europe.&lt;br /&gt;       The film is actually an addendum to the film Saving Private Ryan. The&lt;br /&gt;two producers got together and shot it the same style with the same&lt;br /&gt;production team for Band of Brothers as they did with Saving Private&lt;br /&gt;Ryan. The Band of Brothers film is actually gracious enough to&lt;br /&gt;reference private Ryan in an episode. Some of the actors acting in the&lt;br /&gt;film is Friend’s David Schwimmer who is popular for playing the role&lt;br /&gt;of Ross. In Band of Brothers, Schwimmer plays the infamous and often&lt;br /&gt;mediocre Captain Sobel. The acting job was mediocre for a mediocre&lt;br /&gt;character, so I guess it fits. I didn’t know that Ross never aged. He&lt;br /&gt;goes from living in Toccoa, Georgia to train Easy Company then after&lt;br /&gt;the war lays low for awhile to appear in the 90s in New York with his&lt;br /&gt;goofy friends. But the movie is still good despite to strange casting&lt;br /&gt;choices, like Colin Hanks. The only reason Colin Hanks was in Band of&lt;br /&gt;Brothers was because his Dad was executive producer and not because of&lt;br /&gt;his acting “talent”. Colin played Lieutenant Henry Jones, badly I&lt;br /&gt;might add. Damian Lewis did a phenomenal job of capturing the essence&lt;br /&gt;of Major Dick Winters and how much of a great man as well as a great&lt;br /&gt;leader. Ron Livingston also did admirable job for his role as Captain&lt;br /&gt;Lewis Nixon. Though Nixon should have drank more. You can never go&lt;br /&gt;wrong with too much alcohol. If I was directing I would have Nixon&lt;br /&gt;stop in the midst of D-Day to pull out a frosty cold brew, maybe a&lt;br /&gt;Budweiser or a Coors, and savor the taste in the heat of battle. It&lt;br /&gt;would definitely be a memorable scene no doubt. Creative licensing&lt;br /&gt;allows me to diverge away from the book, which the movie is based&lt;br /&gt;upon, into my own interpretation of World War II.&lt;br /&gt;I did enjoy the film, it was enticing and the audience believed the&lt;br /&gt;men were as real as they can get. It was a nice brief glimpse into&lt;br /&gt;history of what life was like back then and that war is Hell. They&lt;br /&gt;forgot to mention the part where the Germans had flume water slides&lt;br /&gt;and the Americans wanted to take over Germany to have some fun with&lt;br /&gt;the best water slides the world had to offer in 1945. The action&lt;br /&gt;sequences are cool as ice and one grows attached to the men of Easy by&lt;br /&gt;seeing them struggle and toughen because of their circumstances. The&lt;br /&gt;film is a memoriam to the brave men who fought in the Second World War&lt;br /&gt;and also a very patriotic piece. They gave their lives for the life,&lt;br /&gt;liberty, and pursuit of happiness for the American people. They&lt;br /&gt;weren’t like the lazy British who stopped their tank advances because&lt;br /&gt;it was tea time. The film inspires the viewer into believing that&lt;br /&gt;ordinary people can achieve extraordinary measures, if they work&lt;br /&gt;together. If I had to grade the film like the grade I’m going to get&lt;br /&gt;for this paper: A++. I loved every minute of it, even the terrible&lt;br /&gt;acting.&lt;br /&gt;       I advise everyone who is interested in a good story and good action&lt;br /&gt;sequences to see Band of Brothers. They aren’t brothers, but they are&lt;br /&gt;closer than brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tl;dr I’m very sarcastic and insecere to my teachers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-5110287156829222951?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/5110287156829222951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=5110287156829222951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/5110287156829222951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/5110287156829222951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2011/05/film-review-paper-on-band-of-brothers.html' title='A Film Review Paper on the Band of Brothers'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-3705270636415129143</id><published>2010-06-05T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T12:44:11.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend of The Phallic Snow Sculpture</title><content type='html'>"Buddy-Buddy" Pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/TAqYoPi7HnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LTYZNCZM4AU/s1600/VID00257+001_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/TAqYoPi7HnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LTYZNCZM4AU/s320/VID00257+001_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479359713784831602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;Behold it's Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/TAqZec0w_jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/o9TCFGuHCsE/s1600/VID00255_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/TAqZec0w_jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/o9TCFGuHCsE/s320/VID00255_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479360645062262322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;"American Gothic" Style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/TAqYC0jmkDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FzQ4Ijs8WWU/s1600/VID00257+001_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/TAqYC0jmkDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FzQ4Ijs8WWU/s320/VID00257+001_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479359070884761650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blustery day in the 100 Acre Woods......errrr.....wrong story. Hold on.....'Twas a snowy day in the South. In Georgia is where our story takes place. Rarely will it snow. The South has notorious for it's heat. So when you get snow, you better be mighty thankful. If you're lucky, it may snow for a day once or twice a year. Many kids have never seen a snowflake up close in there lives. Something was happening this winter cause Georgia experienced many "snow storms". Maybe God was on our side this time and answered a wish or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our story's hero is from the North; Bellingham, Washington to be exact. Fun fact about Bellingham, Death Cab For Cutie is from Bellingham. Our hero, Colson, is a pretty big fan of the band and looks up to Ben Gibbard, lead singer of Death Cab for Cutie. Since Colson is a child of the Great North, he grew up with snow. He missed snow very much in the dry, barren, temperate South. When he wakes up to snow outside, the angels cry out and rejoice in a chorus of Hallelujahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNFORTUNATELY! The county in which he resided in saw the snow BUT chose to have school on that day. THE FOOLS! When there is ever snow, schools must close down for the sake of their students. Everyone needs a day off. Kids can be kids and play. Adults get to do whatever adults do, but away from school. Even though the jerks behind the desks in the school's administration didn't call of school due to snow, they couldn't crush the spirit of The Student Body. Throughout every lunch period and between classes, there were massive snow ball fights. Also some students carried snowballs into classrooms to throw at their friends and run away. Colson was one of the people. He also witness a group of Sophomore boys bring a snowman into a classroom to surprise their teacher. Needless to say, she was surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was nearing to a close, but no one could get enough of the snow. Colson waited by his bus to throw snowballs at everyone getting on his bus. Oh did this boy love his shenanigans or what. When he gets home with his little brother, his litle brother has an idea. His foolish brother had the idea to build a snowman. Colson, being an innovative genius has a different idea. How do you one up a snowman? MAKE A GIANT SNOW PENIS! And that's exactly what they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They first started off with creating the large snow testicles then the shaft. The whole process of creating this lovely piece of art took around 2 1/2 to 3 hours to create. The creation belonged to Colson. It was his brainchild. He labored heavily on this masterpiece. Things like this don't just come along every day. IT WAS ART! The sculpture stood at a whopping 5 foot 7 inches. Colson used his little brother for measurements. As soon as the masterpiece was bigger than Caleb, it would be complete. When he completed it, he was proud. He accomplished a great thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colson spent the hours in the rest of the day watching the Snow Penis, admiring his work but also guarding it. He feared the neighbors might not understand the incredibility of this piece of art and take matters into their own hands. He grew anxious that it would get destroyed by a pious neighbor. The neighbors all have small children in preschool or elementary school. It's doubtful that they knew what the sculpture was. One by one, members of Colson's family came home. His older brother Zach congratulated him, his best friend AJ wished he was there to help with the construction of the sculpture, his mom thought it was was shocking, and his sister was a very large female dog about it and wanted to destroy with her own hands. Now Colson had to protect it against his evil conniving sister. She was freaking out about it, oh how conservative she is! She felt it was embarrassing. She worried what the neighbors would think. Oh woe is me, She does not understand true art!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Colson's father comes home. It has become dark now. The night has cloaked the great Phallic Sculpture so the untrained eye could not identify it as a Snow Penis. The father walked inside, said, "Oh, you guys made a snowman. Cool.", and thought nothing more of it....UNTIL! Colson's sister had to make a scene about the masterpiece. She told the father to look at it a little closer. "IT'S A PENIS!", she screamed. Colson's father thought it was funny but as a father, he has to say it's wrong. He has to pretend he doesn't like it even though he sees the hilarity of sculpture. Colson's father ordered the little brother to destroy the sculpture. The little brother lept to opportunity and grabbed a baseball bat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE beat Colson's Penis down with a baseball bat. His great art accomplishment. Colson's dream was shattered. Colson wanted Snow Penis to last all night. He wanted it freeze overnight and so the Snow Penis would be around for a very long time. Colson felt very attached to his work. He will never forget the time he spent with his Phallic sculpture. They will always have those few hours spent together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow Penis was Colson's Statue of David. It was a penis. Nothing homosexual about it. Every single human being on this Earth will see a naked penis at least one in their life. What is so wrong about it? God created it in his image. The human body is a beautiful thing, not something to be ashamed of. The large 5' 7'' tall Penis was a tribute to the beauty of God's creations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't understand art.......that and why having a very large life-like Snow Penis in your front yard is HILARIOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-3705270636415129143?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/3705270636415129143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=3705270636415129143' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/3705270636415129143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/3705270636415129143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2010/06/legend-of-phallic-snow-sculpture.html' title='The Legend of The Phallic Snow Sculpture'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/TAqYoPi7HnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LTYZNCZM4AU/s72-c/VID00257+001_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-3952325064033170484</id><published>2010-05-28T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:36:54.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth</title><content type='html'>I love movies. I love the cinema and watching the like. But there is just one movie I feel is a crime against the art of film. No my dear reader, I am not talking about a Wayans Brother's movie, Twilight, Tyler Perry movie, or something else like those. I talking about the movie: TEETH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/TACL85hqu8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/C3Vcp7tKNx8/s1600/teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/TACL85hqu8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/C3Vcp7tKNx8/s320/teeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476531025232968642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/TACMne2BA_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/vBJ13aV-gnM/s1600/teeth_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/TACMne2BA_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/vBJ13aV-gnM/s320/teeth_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476531756804932594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen the movie, DON'T, for the love of God, SEE THIS MOVIE! To summarize it, girl is born with Vagina Tentata, which means she has teeth in her vagina. She discovers she has a Klaptrap(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donkey kong reference! You like?&lt;/span&gt;) in between her legs and she becomes this superhero with the power to cut men's dicks when she is having sexual intercourse with them. I have seen the Saw movies. I have watched Hostel. I have seen some pretty violent and gruesome stuff in my day. I am desensitized pretty greatly. But this movie just made me squirm. It makes me not trust any woman around me. It makes me fear a woman's vagina. Just like after seeing Jaws audiences were afraid to go in the water, well the same goes for me and vaginas. Public schools should show this for abstinence classes because it is more effective than any STD short film they could show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find very sick and twisted about the movie posters is the phrase "Every Rose has it's thorn." I'm pretty sure when I go through a garden of roses, those roses don't hack off me wee-wee in a snap. The movie is so demented. Without the three major Chain-chop(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another nintendo reference, I am on a roll!&lt;/span&gt;) vagina scenes which are vile acts against nature, the plot sucks. Much of the movie is anticipating the girl decapitating the head of a man's penis. THIS FILM ACTUALLY HAS A 82% FRESH RATING ON ROTTEN TOMATOES! IT WON A SUNDANCE FILM FESTIVAL AWARD! I am losing faith in humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's suppose to be a dark comedy film. Whoever finds this shit hysterically amusing needs to check their head. This has to be the darkest thing that only demons and the Devil himself could find funny. Now women seem to find this movie not only humorous but also empowering. Teeth is a feminist movie more than horror one could say. Well women! You fail to see the big picture. Since women do not have a package consisting of a pair of testicles and a penis, they fail to see what is so gruesome about this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeth dives into what every man fears. Women have internal sex organs so their shit is pretty secure. Men on the otherhand, have everything out front in one area. We are very cautious of that groin area. When it gets hit lightly, the pain of getting hit in the balls is indescribable. It starts off slow and sticks around. It's hurts and leaves you sick for an hour. The package of a man is very sensitive, very important, and very fragile. The sex organ of a man is what makes a man a man. It's a crime of nature to rob him of that. Men fear losing their penises(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or is the spelling penai, like cactai?&lt;/span&gt;) more than anything. Ask an inmate who is on Death Row if they could choose by getting their dick chomped off or choose capital punishment like the electric chair, most likely they'll choose the electric chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't view Teeth as art. I see it as an abomination. I honestly think it gives women ideas that if they want to get revenge on a man, they'll just cut off his dick with a knife or something. It's happened before and the public has forgotten about it. Now this movie comes waltzing around and puts terrible and horrific ideas into impressionable women. It's best for society and MANkind to prevent anyone else from seeing this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every rose has it's thorn. Bret Michaels, you should be ashamed of writing that song. Not only is it a cliche 80s ballad but also it gives sick, demented verbal irony to a sick, demented movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't mess with the penis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-3952325064033170484?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/3952325064033170484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=3952325064033170484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/3952325064033170484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/3952325064033170484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2010/05/teeth.html' title='Teeth'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/TACL85hqu8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/C3Vcp7tKNx8/s72-c/teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-1942787477225746595</id><published>2010-05-24T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:21:11.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Word</title><content type='html'>Buttress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-1942787477225746595?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/1942787477225746595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=1942787477225746595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/1942787477225746595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/1942787477225746595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-favorite-word.html' title='My Favorite Word'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-1122884780298200103</id><published>2010-05-20T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T09:09:45.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you rather: Harry Potter or Pokemon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So my friends like to play the "Would you rather game"...alot. Usually the two options have to do with a combination extremely disgusting things and perverse acts. Not that I mind these options...... but usuallly these things are nothing special. I would like some special. So recently my friend asked me something that was so unique, genuine, and phresh that I have to spend some time contemplating on it.This is a special question that is both awesome and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you rather have our currently reality like the one in Pokemon and have pokemon or the one in Harry Potter and do magic???????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two options leave me in between a rock and a hard place. First off, I'm huge fan boys of both of them. I've read all the Harry Potter books at least two times each, some of them 5 times such as Goblet of Fire and Prisoner of Askaban. I constantly keep my friends on their toes and vice versa with constant Harry Potter trivia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUICK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many moving staircases are there in Hogwarts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer: 142 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my items on my "Bucket List" is to be in the same room with or meet Daniel Radcliffe, J.K. Rowling, or other members of the "H-pitty" cast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also even made a youtube video based on actual conversations with my best friend AJ, for Harry Potter. It's titled HP Nerd Fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7IqXbmXXRk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7IqXbmXXRk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have imagined what normal day would be like if we all could do magic. To consider this would you rather, we are going to take all the principal characters out of the equation. Magic would be so sweet. Problems would be solved easier and magic doesn't cost that much money like machines do . Magic can fix bridges, transport people, and other benefits would include having a more exciting sport, Quidditch. The only sport I have come to really love is ultimate frisbee. I'm not a very sporty person. I find little in interest in other sports. So! If we had Quidditch, it would replace baseball and become the new national past time in America. That's just how we do in AMerica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Almost everthing would improve ideally. Think of magic multiplying everything in life times 10. So terrorism, like Voldemort's Death Eaters, would be multiplied by 10 but then our attack force to stopping it would be times 10 so it balances each other out. We would have to need to fly on airplanes, instead we can visit friends in an instant and Apparate. You save money and time. Your friendships grow stronger cause you guys can visit from long distance more often. Bad news, your relatives can visit more often too. =/        Wizard candy, I imagine, is 10 times better then any candy we have in the world.  I could try a Pumpkin Pasty and Butterbeer and Fizzing Wizzbees. Muggle things are boring and adding magic makes things exciting. You wouldn't need to get up to change the television channels or get up to get the remote , you can just pull out your wand and it comes flying towards you. I don't know about you, but ever since I have seen Star Wars or Harry Potter, I have tried to get the remote to come flying towards me via Accio spell or Force Pull......I am still unsuccessful. I have also not received my letter on my 11th birthday for Hogwarts and that makes me very sad, even today at the ripe age of 17, where I am legally allowed to do magic now!....if I could do any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ON THE OTHER HAND! I asked my friends what they think. They commented that if you suck at magic in Harry Potter, you are very useless. Which if you think about it,  its true. You try to fly a broom but you fall off from 50 feet and your head gets shoved into your chest. A spell could backfire and hit you. YOu make a sucky potion that kills you. SO many possibilities of dying in the world of Harry POtter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE THING!  If you want to do something fun, you need money. It sucks for the poor people. A freaking wand costs 10 galleons. If you want a broom stick, you have to fork over a huge butt load of money. If gold is your currency, the price of everything sky rockets. My friends also agree that things become more dangerous in Harry Potter.  You can have one man and his followers undermine an entire government system. Everyone can learn magic so they could possibly kill you with magic in some indirect way. My friend Elex said it was a retarded way to die by getting hit with a green light. And I don't know about you, but when I die, I want to die in a BADASS way, not getting hit with a flashlight light thats green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People try to play Quidditch in the non magical world. They look freaking retarded. Part of the reason Quidditch is SUPPOSE to be fun is because of how dangerous it actually is. You can fall 100 feet in the air if you get hit by a Bludger. You have to race at 75 or more mphs. It's meant to be an intense game. Brooms make it fun cause everyone has the ambition to fly. Everyone wants to fly. Now the Muggle adaption, mostly played in College, is you are on Broomsticks.....on the ground. One hand always has to be holding a broomstick while you run around. So essentially you have to waddle around like a ginormious toolbag idiot.  The snitch is attached to Snitch runner's socks. Bludgers are dodgeballs. Does this all sound gay to you because this sounds pretty fucking gay to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OTHER OPTION PROVIDED IS POKEMON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a child of the 90s, I too grew up watching the original Pokemon. I would play the gameboy games. Out of the first three options of Yellow version, Red version, and Blue Version, I chose Blue version every time. Then Silver version. Then Saphire version.  Then I stopped playing the games I believe cause I could never ever ever ever ever ever beat the League 4. I hated Yellow version for the very reason that you started out with Pikachu and it takes a very very very very very extremely long time to defeat Brock, the 1st gym leader with Rock pokemon. ALL PIKACHU COULD DO WAS TACKLE HIM AND IT TOOK FUCKING FOREVER TO DEFEAT ONE GEODUDE!!!!! That's why a smart person like myself would always start out with Squirtle to defeat Brock with ease. Though sometimes I am far from smart in the Pokemon world.  I would always play for hours but never beat the League 4. If I was lucky I could be the 3rd member, then all my Pokemon's health would be drained and the 4th member would kill me. When I would get home from school growing up when the original series came out, I would rush home from to watch Pokemon. I tried to name all 150 and came pretty darn close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they give you the option of naming Gary, I would name him Hitler. YOU HAVE DEFEATED HITLER! Fuck yeah. America: 2. Hitler: 0. I felt very patriotic defeating Hitler over and over again with my pokemon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also try to play the game along with the show. Worse decision ever. After a few episodes I realize how slow they actually move. They'll spend a week in veridian city, 2 months on the road, and half a year to defeat some gym leader, all why Team Rocket is still trying to capture Pikachu. WHICH REMINDS ME!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES THIS TEAM OF LOSERS ONLY WANT ONE POKEMON????????? THE PURPOSE OF THE TEAM ROCKET ORGANIZATION IS TO STEAL POKEMON TO BUILD AN ARMY OR GET POWERFUL OR SOME CACK LIKE THAT. WHY DOES JESSE, JAMES, AND MEOWTH CARE AND SPEND MANY YEARS TRYING TO CATCH ONE STINKING PIKACHU WHEN THE JOHTO AND KANTO REGION HAS THOUSANDS OF PIKACHUS JUST LIKE THE ONE ASH HAS!!!!!!!! ASH'S PIKACHU ISN'T THAT SPECIAL. IT'S NOT AT LEVEL 100 OR SOME BULLCACK LIKE THAT, IT'S JUST ASH'S BEST FRIEND!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's try to see what our modern day world would be like with Pokemon. Well there would be a whole lot more elementary and middle schoolers running around. Their parents apparently seem to be ok with their child going off around the country to fight other people at the age of 11 or 10. Pokemon are slaves. We go out into the wild and capture them, beat them up, and capture them against their will. Then! We make them fight other Pokemon over and over again. I don't understand if the Pokemon to People ratio is like 10: 1, why don't they just revolt. You can't go walking outside without running into a Pidgey or wandering around a cave with a Zubat flying into you every 3 seconds. If we are making slaves out of powerful animals that are capable of thought, feeling, evolving into stronger animals, and some can talk, they will get pissed. They could destroy our civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the Pokemon world, there are presidents or politicians or town leaders. Corporations and Gym leaders rule the land. This doesn't make sense to me and society would seem pretty fucked up to function in. So the Gym leader sole purpose is to wait around for kids to defeat his Pokemon.....what does he do for money???? Those badges, since they are so colorful and elaborate, must get super expensive. And they are just giving them away???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teleportation is possible, cause Oak can send Ash Pokeballs and Psychic pokemon can teleport. Cloning is possible cause every city has the same nurse and police officer. They say in the television show that Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny have A LOT of cousins. My theory is that they just clone one and set them up around the whole world.....with chips in their brains. Sounds like the set up for a plot in a Sci-Fi movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little 10 year old CHILD can undermine an entire terrorist organization repeatedly, over and over countless times. Is this suppose to be a good thing? I think it would be in our modern world just so the War on Terrorism would be over. But then the war shifts to controlling Pokemon. They are obviously smarter, faster, stronger then all of us. We just managed to developed a prison for them we can walk with them around in and not feed them for weeks. I have never seen Ash feed his Pokemon first, whenever he is hungry. He feeds himself and his human friends join in. Pikachu was smart to realize he didn't have to be locked in a prison. He had free will on his part. And I see Ash rarely let his pokemon out that is not an occasion to battle some random person to be a Pokemon master. HOW CAN A 10 year old boy become a Pokemon master?!! It must take years and years of training to accomplish that. And when you grow up, your dreams change. I wanted to be a Chef growing up. Now I want to be something completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash surrounds himself with weird friends. He has got a horny blasian guy who's Dad abandon him. A girl who lives in her sister's shadow and follows the crazy 10 year old, with a lightning rat for a best friend, for the sole purpose of paying her back for a bike. They spend so much money when traveling around, if Ash didn't spend it on worthless cack and just payed Misty back, her annoying self would be gone. The horny blasian guy gets replaced with a creepy guy who wants to be a Pokemon breeder. Let me reiterate this for you: POKEMON BREEDER. This guy has a creepy fetish of WATCHING POKEMON HAVE SEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO TO CHOOSE WHETHER TO LIVE IN A WORLD OF HARRY POTTER OR POKEMON????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reason is that Pokemon seems more dangerous and fucked up. It's a totalitarian state where man munipulates, brainwashes, and controls nature. Pokemon are not friends but slaves. They can used to kill the human race. Kids are allowed to roam the country side and threaten other people to battle(which hurts the pokemon) their pokemon for NO good reason. Terrorism seems a whole lot scarier with giant mutant animals backed up behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter seems more fun and happy go lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your opinion? Harry Potter or Pokemon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTTA CATCH 'EM ALL!!!!!! GOTTA CATCH 'EM ALL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-1122884780298200103?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/1122884780298200103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=1122884780298200103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/1122884780298200103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/1122884780298200103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2010/05/would-you-rather-harry-potter-or.html' title='Would you rather: Harry Potter or Pokemon?'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-8507211667002428162</id><published>2009-06-12T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:58:24.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and Seek With Mr. Sun</title><content type='html'>The sun hates me I say. Everytime I step outside, I say hello to Mr. Sun. But Mr. Sun is very mean to me. Instead of saying hello politely back at me or complimenting me on how sexy I look, he decides to shine very bright. The sun has an invisible gun with UV rays as bullets. He best likes to shoot me when I'm at the beach the few times I'm in Florida. I'm amazed how some people can't get burnt even they don't need any sunscreen and don't go out in the sun regularly. My girlfriend went down to St. Pete's beach for a week and came back looking a step bellow Cuban. SORRY IF YOU'RE READING THIS BABE! My gorgeous caucasion girlfriend has some Greek and black irish blood in her so naturally she tans very well. I however, have Norweigan and Whelsh blood in me. Both people in both European nations are very pale! We don't tan well! Grrrrrrrr I put sun screen on today very carefully cause I got a little red last time I was in Florida 10 days ago. But like the genius I am, I forgot parts of my neck. This means my neck is sensitive and red while the rest of me is fine. -_- not fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun is also mean by playing games with me when I don't want to.  Mr. Sun will play the hide and seek game with me. He loves hiding during inconvenient hours of my life where he is needed most. He's probably on a date with Ms. Moon or something. So the clouds are left for me to see while Mr. Sun tries to get lucky. I can't ever hide from Mr. Sun cause he is huge and in the sky. I can't really seek Mr. Sun cause if I look up, he shoots me in the eyes with his bright UV bullets and I can't see at all for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why this blog doesn't make any sense or sounds really f***ed up, it's because I'm very loopy from driving in the car for 6 hours and it's 1: 57 AM. Good night. Beware of the evil sun and his powers to turn you into a lobster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-8507211667002428162?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/8507211667002428162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=8507211667002428162' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/8507211667002428162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/8507211667002428162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2009/06/hide-and-seek-with-mr-sun.html' title='Hide and Seek With Mr. Sun'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-345507669854557112</id><published>2009-05-21T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:23:07.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Finals</title><content type='html'>So this week is finals week. Today I took a Lunch final and my Chorus final. We actually don't take a test for Lunch, we just hang out in the cafeteria. People usually bring a ton of video games to play, games, and sometimes musical instruments. I played Rock Band a little and brought Twister. I'm not gonna lie, Twister is pretty funny to see high school kids play. It always ends being gross or sexual. I find it hilarious when two guys are facing off against each other in twister and they position themselves next to the other guy. They make themselves look very homosexual. It's quite hilarious. It's also comical to see a lot of people try to play Twister all at once on one map......You draw the map in your head of what that looks like . lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took my Chorus final. Which was a load of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CACK&lt;/span&gt; by the way. I didn't know a thing on it because my Chorus teacher hasn't taught us anything on the test. He doesn't really teach people, he guides them through music. So basically to sound good in Chorus, you have to know how to sing before you join the class. That's why I sound mildly mediocre in that class. I joined to learn how to sing, guess I won't be learning anything. My chorus teacher has taught me some stuff but not a lot. I learned how to match pitch and everything after that, I imitate sounds that come out of his throat. During our Chorus show, I lipsynched during the hole thing. I might have sang some notes but mostly did an Ashlee Simpson(except nobody knew I lipsynched and I didn't jig onstage). Nobody knew the answers on the test so he let us use the music textbooks. No one used them anyway because we heard he doesn't count the final as a grade. I heard he just puts them in a file. Idk if that is true cause while I was taking my chorus final, I saw him grading some test. Btw, there are 4 girl choir classes and 1 guy choir class. Guys wear tuxes while we perform onstage, girls wear dresses or some dancing leotard thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.......they had this ridiculous essay portion at the end of the test. He told us to write a response to one of the questions. I'm a silly bitch kind of kid and so I decided to write a response to all 3 questions. I basically wrote all of them about my friend Mason, who is also in the Chorus class with me. The test is ridiculous so might as well write a ridiculous response too. Never took his test serious. I just tried for some parts but circled random stuff until the essay portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Response to essay question 1: Mason F. likes to touch himself at night while singing show tunes from Sound of Music and Kiss Me Kate. He does it with peanut butter smeared all over his face. To be fair to jelly and chocolate, he puts jelly in between his toes and chocolate inside his ears. Sometimes he wears a tiara too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Response to essay question 2: Mason F. often never wears shoes to school. Most of the time he will wear sandals. He doesn't care to groom his nasty feet but he has told me had gotten a pedicure once. Sometimes I worry about that boy. But I never worry that he will drown in a pool because he is an excellent swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Response to essay question 3: Mason F. has an incredibly high singing voice. It's very strange because his speaking voice is very low. Mason is in fact able to sing Like A Virgin by Madonna in the same octave as Madonna herself. Mr. S(Chorus teacher fyi) loves Mason's voice . Mason behaves well so I do believe he could be transferred into women's choir. Just don't force him to wear those black dresses. Mason's voice is very lovely. Mason has to go tinkle right now. I suspect he will take a long time in the bathroom because he will be texting all his little friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those were my answers to a Choir final. Yep, I'm a silly boy. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-345507669854557112?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/345507669854557112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=345507669854557112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/345507669854557112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/345507669854557112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-finals.html' title='Funny Finals'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-3907309314839715547</id><published>2009-04-20T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:00:37.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trix Yogurt</title><content type='html'>Literally, just seconds ago, an idea popped in my cranium. It happened by finding some delicious trix yogurt in the refrigerator. Trix yogurt always has a contest where you can win fabulous prizes. But when I lift the lid, sadly, I'm never the winner. One day, I will win the contest. just like Charley won the golden ticket, I'll win the silver licked yogurt top. It might be a long time before I win. If I did win, I'd be the happiest person in the universe. Though if I won, they may take the prize away from me cause Trix are for kids. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-3907309314839715547?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/3907309314839715547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=3907309314839715547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/3907309314839715547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/3907309314839715547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2009/04/trix-yogurt.html' title='Trix Yogurt'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-2006097848988989558</id><published>2009-04-03T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:04:00.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I have many dreams.&lt;br /&gt;But different kinds of dreams too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night where I walked into a movie theatre on free Jack Daniel's day. Some irresponsible adult gave me a big cup of Jack Daniel as I was walking into the theatre to see the cinematic adventures playing on the screen. As I take my seat near the front of the room. Next I turn around and see two very attractive blonde girls giggling and talking to eachother behind me. All of the sudden, I notice that from across the aisle from those hot girls is one of my best friend, Royce, and my ex-girlfriend(whom I loathe being around) are sitting there. My ex seems to know the blonde girls and talks from across the aisle. So the girls are laughing and chatting to eachother and I want to invite my good friend Royce to sit by me, but I don't want my ex to see me. No one notices me and I was spying on them in my seat. I want to also talk to and try to woo the beautiful blonde girls. I thought to myself I should invite them down to sit to me and have a chat. I could also drink some of the Jack Daniels to lose some inhibitions or offer the girls some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of the dream before I was woken up. This dream is very immoral and it's weird that I would dream of drinking some alcohol, as I an underaged minor.  I didn't like this dream very much cause who likes dreaming about an ex? And to top it off, Mr. Sad was following me around in the dream earlier too. He hates me but we're at least civil to eachother now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone could give me a translation of this dream, it would be very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other dreams I have in real life are meeting Radiohead and they would actually be glad to meet me. Everyone near my age should be able to meet the boys in Radiohead. It's not like they turn fans away? HA! Sorry(not really) Miley Cyrus. Speaking of Miley, how can she "ruin" a band that has over a decade of hardcore underground fans? The Radiohead army is bigger than the Cyrus army.  Radiohead has more albums released than Cyrus and ACTUALLY wrote the songs themselves in it. The Cyrus army has 9-13 year old Disney freak girls who love Miley and her tool of a brother Treyce. If Treyce is a tool, then his dad is one too, and so is his sister. Like father, like son, like sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other dreams I have are to be an actor, a writer/author, psychiatrist, a professional musician, and hell, maybe even a filmmaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that the face of Disney will return to cartoons like Mickey and Donald instead of some young guys who are overcompensating that they're gay by wearing purity rings and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream that my insecurties will go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of a Youtube where people wouldn't feel so cocky because of a number that represents people that watch what they put out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of a world where Stephenie Meyer can write an intellectual book instead of a dumbed down piece of "literature" about vampires in Washington state and plots stollen off of MUSE's albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of many things. But what do you dream about?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-2006097848988989558?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/2006097848988989558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=2006097848988989558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/2006097848988989558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/2006097848988989558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-5245972781314632653</id><published>2009-01-23T15:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:45:30.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narcissist Armed</title><content type='html'>Armed with cameras that is. Now something that I am sick of a lot are people who take pictures of themselves a lot. You know these people, you have seen these people. They could be a ugly person or a beautiful person. It doesn't matter. But the culprits who photograph themselves the most are girls. Girls of the ages in middle school, high school, and college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of it. They have 1,000 pictures of themselves on myspace or facebook. Sometimes they throw their friends in the picture every now and then making a weird facial expression cause they think it is cool. What do they do when they are bored, take pictures of their faces. These girls have took soooo many pictures of themselves, they know what angles they look best in. So their pictures online look a whole lot better than in person. Which is like lying. AND that's a big no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go up to them without looking like a jack@$$ and demand to know what the purpose of all those pictures? isn't one enough? Sarcasm thought when talking to a self-pic addict: I was thinking 1 picture was enough for you but when you change your facial expression............i see where you are coming from. The only people comment their pictures of themselves are there BFFs and they usually say, " I love you. You're soo cute." Look on your facebook or myspace friends. Pick any regular teenage or young female and look on her page, you will find tons of pictures of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now guys don't take so many pictures of themselves. If two guys are together and for some god forsaken reason they wanted to take a picture of themselves, here is how it would play out:&lt;br /&gt;Dude 1: This moment was awesome. Let's take a picture dude.&lt;br /&gt;Dude 2: Ok. You got a camera bro?&lt;br /&gt;Dude 1: Yeah. Oh but we got to put our heads close together for us both to be in the shot.&lt;br /&gt;Dude 2: ..................You know what, I think we can just forget about the picture idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some people may call me a hypocrite. Here is my excuse, I document how much my appearance changes over time or events that really mattered to me. I also takes pictures from the video I put on youtube, I take a picture from the video and put it onto facebook. I put a whole lot more pictures on facebook than myspace. It may not be much of an excuse but take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my most favorite pictures. I think you can tell why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/SXpWbSA7rVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gHO-E3eCyTc/s1600-h/fav+moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/SXpWbSA7rVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gHO-E3eCyTc/s320/fav+moment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294639338619645266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-5245972781314632653?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/5245972781314632653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=5245972781314632653' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/5245972781314632653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/5245972781314632653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2009/01/narcissist-armed.html' title='Narcissist Armed'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/SXpWbSA7rVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gHO-E3eCyTc/s72-c/fav+moment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-8331864815058301092</id><published>2009-01-11T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T12:48:27.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short</title><content type='html'>I walk into a room and see Parental Control on the TV(MTV show), now I ask you the reader this question: Why do they bother with the gay episodes? What do the parents know what their homosexual child is into or like in the same sex partner? Usually parents don't know crap about it or in denial about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-8331864815058301092?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/8331864815058301092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=8331864815058301092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/8331864815058301092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/8331864815058301092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-shortest-blog-yet.html' title='Short'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-7377439509480163618</id><published>2008-12-20T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:03:51.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Racist Dream</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream that when I was walking into someone's house to go up their stares to the second floor which doubled as a carnival ride similar to the Zipper. I start walking across the living room and out of nowhere comes Tracy Morgan and he was a cop in this dream and he ran up to me, then reach inside my pockets(very rudely without warning I might add)to search me for stuff. He pulled out a lighter and other knick knacks. He finds nothing to get me on and dissapears and I knew he only searched me because I was white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-7377439509480163618?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/7377439509480163618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=7377439509480163618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/7377439509480163618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/7377439509480163618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2008/12/strange-racist-dream.html' title='Strange Racist Dream'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-8629381829731634607</id><published>2008-12-06T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:26:21.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Downfall</title><content type='html'>Our Downfall to western civilization starts in Hollywood. The epitome of Hollywood is MTV. I'm trying not to watch that much television any more because a lot of crap I see on tv isn't worth my time. I only need to watch: The Soup, Best Week Ever, Stand up comedy on Comedy Central, Spongebob Squarepants, Fairly Oddparents, The Office, and Heroes. That is basically it. The rest is what TV networks are doing the same thing over and over again telling us viewers what is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beef with TV though is aimed towards MTV. Like my friend Daniel(alwaystextback) said in his Swingers series, " If MTV doesn't play music anymore, then its just TV. " Why call yourself Music Television if you don't even play any music?! And when they do play music, which is usually on TRL, its not even real music. It's just crappy soulless pop music that again, big corporal record company idiots are telling us what we should like. Will we really listen to Katy Pery in 10 years? I think not. I can tell they took alot of work pollishing her album because when she sings live, she sucks monkey balls. Thats when you tell someone sucks, they use a pitch machine to correct the pitch of the voice and you got producers doing crazy s***t to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, MTV has the most worse than senseless things Shows on the face of the planet. Except for their current show Man And Wife. That is a good show because its not scripted and Scoop, the Man in man and wife, is a crazy funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I think the MTV executives thought at the meetings for new show ideas:&lt;br /&gt;TRL: let's only 30 seconds of an artists music video clip, choose people we want to show and rate the popularity of their music video, fill up an hour half wasted by commercials, and have a guest famous person talk about a speech they say on every show they are interviewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hills&lt;/strong&gt;- let's watch "real life" unfold and all its "unscripted" drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Super Sweet 16&lt;/strong&gt;- Hey everybody, let's watch a show about rich brats complain that they need cars and the best party ever or they are going to shout their heads off and be pissed if they don't. Who cares about world poverty and hunger when we can watch these brats get everything they want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True Life&lt;/strong&gt;- Let's show problems and exploit it to make everyone feel about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT&lt;/strong&gt;- lets watch wannabe actors be a shallow as possible for 10 bucks or less, and lets throw some bad sexual jokes and cliche rhyming and random facts about the daters that MTV made up about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Busted&lt;/strong&gt;- hey Cops was a good show, let's do a rip off of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paris Hilton's: My New BFF&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey since nobody likes Paris and wants to be her friends, why don't we cast a reality show where we find stalkers to compete to be her friend. They won't mind after the show when Paris won't return their calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50 Cent: The Money and the Power&lt;/strong&gt;: Let's show black people we aren't racist for giving mostly white people their own reality show. Black people love that half dollar guy rapper, right? Let's give him his own show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VMA&lt;/strong&gt;s- Death to america.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, the show that makes me the most angry at "Music" Television. &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Double Shot at Love&lt;/strong&gt;: with the ikki twins. Now if you are not familiar with the show Shot at love, consider yourself lucky. The show takes some internet whore that no one has heard about and tries to find them love. Shot at love has a twist because they have bisexual people as the people looking for love so they can cast men and women who are desperate to be on television. The ikki twins are apparently one is gay and one is straight. Or maybe both are bisexual. Or maybe both are hermaphrodites. I don't know because they aren't important and their names describe them: icky. I couldn't watch the first season at all with Tila Tequilla because I had to dumb myself down for it and I've seen stuff like it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really frusturated me was how unoriginal MTV was. They saw from VH1 that Flavor of Love and Rock of Love were huge successes, That they had to cash in on the "celebrity" dating show looking for some action with 20 different people who want to get in their pants. I have really had enough of these shows because there are too many of them. They never end. And.......they have people who got dumped from the dating show they were on, they get there own show looking for love. WTF!!!! They aren't famous at all. They are all just whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV is whore central and the more people watch the crap they put on it, the more our society is going to go in the downward spiral into chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-8629381829731634607?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/8629381829731634607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=8629381829731634607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/8629381829731634607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/8629381829731634607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-downfall.html' title='Our Downfall'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-9088999011956955551</id><published>2008-12-01T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:12:19.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sponge Isn't Gay</title><content type='html'>So I'm watching one of my favorite tv shows today, Spongebob Squarepants. I refer to him as Spongeboob sometimes. Now when I watch things that deal with children's entertainment, I get very critical. Like when I was watching Wall-E this summer, I would have enjoyed it more if I hadn't been to critical of it. The whole movie I couldn't get over the fact how most of the things in the movie were possible. Like how were the rotund obese humans of the future able to stand up if the gravity of space made the human's bones smaller over time. Or if they tried to move at all out of their chairs, wouldn't they have heart attacks cause they were fat as H-E-double hockey sticks. By the way, I went to see Wall-E with my grandma who is a real estate agent, she didn't like the movie because she thought it was too liberal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some things I learned and discovered about Spongeboob Squirepants while watching it critically all these years since it came out. Spongebob and Patrick are not gay or gay buddies. They are only best friends. It's impossible for them to be gay because in order to be gay, they would need sex organs. A sponge and a sea star are asexual meaning the reproduce on their own. Which raises questions to Spongebob's parents. Also, how the eff does a crab have a whale for a daughter. Did Mr. Krabs do the dew with a female whale to have Pearl????? Or did he just adopt a enourmous girl whale. Squidward has potential of being gay because he plays the clarinet and likes interpretive dance or just a narcissist because all he paints or sculps is himself. Sandy is on steroids that she made in her treadome lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also found out that Patrick and Spongebob are legally mentally retarded. Spongebob enjoys working for little pay as a fry cook at a fast food place. In my strange mind, only a "special" person would enjoy a job like that. It's a good thing they are so positive. Patrick and Spongebob act dumb. How Spongebob affords a pineapple house escapes me. That goes for squidward too. Though patrick must be a hobo living on Squidward's property. Though how is he so fat when he doesn't have a job and eats at the Krusty Krab all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the things I think about when I watch one of my favorite shows of all time. Spongebob is for all ages and I will never stop watching it. The show hides jokes in it that older people can get while the little kids like it because its colorful and there is a sponge talking to them. My dad enjoys watching it and I love it. My favorite episode is Survival of the Idiots. It's where Patrick and Spongeboob are stuck in Sandy's house for the winter. I also love the Spongebob movie too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongeboob rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-9088999011956955551?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/9088999011956955551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=9088999011956955551' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/9088999011956955551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/9088999011956955551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2008/12/sponge-isnt-gay.html' title='The Sponge Isn&apos;t Gay'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-5603962022682001883</id><published>2008-11-28T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:57:44.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leafs are Mean</title><content type='html'>So its fall time. So that means the trees have to shed their leaves. I don't know why people think the changing of the color of the leafs are cool. When people faces change color, thats not cool. That means they are obviously furious or choking on something. What's not cool is that when you live around a place with LOTS of bigs trees. You have alot of leaves falling in YOUR yard. Who has to rake them? me thats who. I took me 6 hours to rake up all my leaves in the yard. 6 hours plus my little brother Caleb coming outside to annoy me just because he is bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a couple of anecdotes(stories for those with a short ranged vocabulary) about this wonderful thing about leaves. The tradition with leaves when you are young is that you are suppose to rake them into a ginormous pile and jump into them. I remember on an episode in Arthur on PBS where the kids were jumping into a big pile of leaves and they made it seem very glamourous. Well, the first time I saw that, I thought jumping into a pile like that would be like jumping onto a pile of pillows and cushions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when I saw the fall episode of Arthur, I rake a bunch of leaves in my backyard. Then I backed up and did a running jump into the pile of leaves. I jumped and dropped straight down flat on my stomach. I didn't land on a pile of pillows but a thing called the ground. I got the wind knocked out of me which is pretty scary when you are 5-7 years old at the time. Like a year later, I apparently didn't learn my lesson and tried to jump into the pile of leafs. But this time I did it differently. This time I did a run, a jump, a flip, and landed sqare on my back. This time too, I got the wind knocked out of me. Since then I have never wanted to do anything fun that involves a pile of leafs. I'm too scared I will have a Colson moment and hurt myself in my lapse of stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's a reason I don't like the fall too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-5603962022682001883?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/5603962022682001883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=5603962022682001883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/5603962022682001883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/5603962022682001883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2008/11/leafs-are-mean.html' title='Leafs are Mean'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-1421512907188837096</id><published>2008-11-13T18:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:00:50.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evolution Of Colson's Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/SRzouibVp9I/AAAAAAAAABM/xqqM0C3PiKo/s1600-h/768530323_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/SaNsYNRHnSI/AAAAAAAAADk/JiBwNbYuKps/s320/a+la+colson.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306203949106699554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/ShWtEb8NtQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zIG6WwKWmxY/s1600-h/weirdo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/ShWtEb8NtQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zIG6WwKWmxY/s320/weirdo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338363225048986882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/ShWyt8--IMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mlIaxWXocj0/s1600-h/coleio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/ShWyt8--IMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mlIaxWXocj0/s320/coleio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338369435851694274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was but a mere ugly caterpillar but now I am a beautiful butterfly. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-1421512907188837096?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/1421512907188837096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=1421512907188837096' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/1421512907188837096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/1421512907188837096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2008/11/evolution-of-colsons-hair.html' title='The Evolution Of Colson&apos;s Hair'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRpzGy87CyE/SRzouibVp9I/AAAAAAAAABM/xqqM0C3PiKo/s72-c/768530323_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-2485591578177951934</id><published>2008-11-09T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:03:04.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waho</title><content type='html'>Of course Waho is not a hoe if that is what you are thinking. It stands for Waffle House.  In my previous videos I have said some bad things about Waffle House like I would rather go to a Miley Cyrus concert where they only played annoying children's music over and over again loudly than eat a Waffle House. Well, I broke my self promise and went to a Waffle House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story starts the night before the Super Sweet Gathering, so it was October 24th, 2008. This was the second night Daniel(alwaystextback) and Cade(cadegoestocollege) were in Georgia. It was a vacation for all of us so we stayed up late. One of the few places open at 2 in the morning is of course, Waffle House. The night before zak, daniel, and cade went to waho without me cause i was working on a paper for school. Yargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zak me its an adventure every time you go there and its true. At least, an adventure at night. The next night, right in the middle of our blogtv marathon(we were live on blogtv on cade's account for 2 straight days. I guess people like seeing daniel and cade sleep. Creepers. lol), we decide to leave to go to waho but leave the chat on. I'm still surprised how 15+ could stay in a chatroom staring at a sign that says BRB with cade's song 15 playing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to Waffle House. Immediately the boys go to the Juke Box and got six credits for the song Lets Get It On by Marvin Gaye. It was going to play over and over again but after the second time they waho staff just shut it off. I guess unlike us, they didn't want to get it on in Waffle House. We had a creepy southern lady named Billy Jo as a waitress but I knew from the moment I laid my eyes on her she would be my favorite waitress ever. And she was. The food isn't as bad as I thought it was, they waffles were actually tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I didn't think anything special was going to happen. When we got there, there was a black hobo trying to sleep at the counter or in a chair by the juke box. But then later when I half way done eating my chocolate chip waffle, a big group of drunken white rednecks come stomping in. Thank God for answering my prayers. I guess they come from a bar but what scared me was that they drove over to get to Waffle House. They waltz in and instantly look at cade, daniel, zak, and i. They look at us and go, " WAFFFLE HOUSE! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!". I'm not making this up. They did the devil horn, 666, rocker hand sign at us at the same time while doing it. So imagine 45 year old drunk redneck ladies and gents looking you and hollering that nonsense at you. Now let it sit in your brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now out of the whole group, one guy was the most smashed.  I gave him a name in my head, his name is Silly Sam. He is silly because of the way he acted when he was intoxicated. But what I didn't like from Silly Sam was that for 3 minutes he was being all up close and stupid drunk talk with my girl Billy Jo. Shame Shame Silly Sam. You don't mess with my girl Billy J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short: Waffle House powns. I'm not a regular fan of breakfast places but Waffle House past midnight is always an adventure. The boys and I laughed very hard over matters I don't remember now. By the way, Waffle House are like Starbucks here in Georgia. There are sooooo many freaking Wahos in my area of town. Rednecks can't get enough of cheap waffles 24/7 when they drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffle House. Memory Factory of Good times. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-2485591578177951934?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/2485591578177951934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=2485591578177951934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/2485591578177951934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/2485591578177951934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2008/11/waho.html' title='Waho'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-5138807592245272914</id><published>2008-10-17T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:41:45.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless Mascots</title><content type='html'>So I got home from school and on my counter i find a bag of "Cheeze Balls". It is a generic rip off of Cheetos obviously. Is it me or does Cheeze Balls sound like a very dirty word? So I'm eating this tasty cheesy treat when something on the bag caught my eye. There is a happy aligator on the bag.&lt;br /&gt;This irritated me. What the eff does a happy smiley gator have to do with Cheese?! I doubt by looking at the bag and seeing the aligator, seeing the happy go lucky aligator on it would motivate them to purchase the treats. I don't think a real aligator has ever tasted cheese before. Unless some rednecks brought grilled cheese sandwiches or some cheetos to the bouyou(Swamp in the deep south) and it fell in the water, and while taking a nice boat ride, an businessman saw gators eating cheese and thought this would be a good idea to market. Maybe this is how the "Cheeze Balls" were invented. Buy an aligator is a redicoulous mascot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to the idea of other retarded-like mascots we have. Like how a tiger is trying to give me Frosted Flakes. Why would a dangerous talking tiger who would maul your face off  actually allow me to want to eat corn flakes? Plus, when I was growing up, Frosted Flakes' mascot was a rooster which clearly means Tony the Tiger can't be trusted. He ate a rooster. He also adds emphasis on saying Frosted Flakes are GGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEATTTTT! did he put some kind of "foreign" substance in the cereal to make it addicting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other strange mascots are Cap'n Crunch. For one, this guy  dresses like Liberace and clearly can't spell his name correctly. What also intrigues me is that The Rabbit in the Trix is apparently too stupid to realize he can buy Trix instead of stealing from children. Actually alot of cereal ads involve theft. This one of the reasons I don't eat cereal. They don't taste good and give children a bad message with the senseless mascots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story is.....................................................................I don't think there is no moral.&lt;br /&gt;Except don't eat Cheeze Balls. After 15 minutes, you get a bad cheesy taste in your mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-5138807592245272914?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youtube.com/inpursuitofcolson1' title='Useless Mascots'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/5138807592245272914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=5138807592245272914' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/5138807592245272914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/5138807592245272914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2008/10/useless-mascots.html' title='Useless Mascots'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-3639890217382238792</id><published>2008-09-27T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:42:17.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Shia We Trust.........</title><content type='html'>First off, with a name like Shia. The person will either be a super hermit home-schooled weirdo or a super cool action funny guy who saves the world all the time. If you picked the second one, you are thinking of Shia Labeouf. Why is his weird last name so hard to spell? I bet it's french. Grrrrr The French!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have noticed alot of things. Shia has lately in past movies is saving us from something. He saved us from alien robots destroying the planet in Transformers. He saved us from a serial killer in Disturbia. He saved us from a jerk surfer in Surfs Up. He saved teenage criminals from a digging holes in the Texas desert to find a treasure for a crooked warden in Holes. He saved his family from a phony boleny with musturd on top reality tv show in The Even Stevens Movie. For the record, Evens Stevens was frickin awesome! Clearly a show ahead of its time in the golden years of disney channel with awesome original movies like Brink and Jumping Ship. Now disney is crap. Btw, does anyone else remember Zoog Disney and shows like The Famous Jet Jackson and The  Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off topic. Back to Shia. He saved us from aliens and The Soviets in Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. I think they want shia to take Indy's place since Harrison Ford is like 65 years old or something. That is a scary thought. The great name of Indiana Jones will be tarnished even more if Mutt(aka Shia) is the new Indy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shia also saves us from the "Eagle Eye". I saw the movie and it was pretty good. I snuck in the theatre just because I wanted to save money. Do I owe shia money or something? When i saw the movey, there were alot of other C list celebrities who have small parts in it. Billy Bob Thorton is in it, so is Jeff Garlend, Shia of course, the lead singer of Buckcherry, and I'm sure there are some others but I missed them. I laughed at Billy Bob for trying to play a FBI agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what shia will save us from in the future? I know Transformers 2 is coming out but its a sequal. There is a 50% chance it will be lame. I think Shia will save us from drug dealers or something like Mel Gibson in Lethal Weapon. It's funny how a goofy funny kid named Louis Stevens turns into a serious beard-baring action saving the world stud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move over Bruce Willis. It is  Shia's turn to shine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-3639890217382238792?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/3639890217382238792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=3639890217382238792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/3639890217382238792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/3639890217382238792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-shia-we-trust.html' title='In Shia We Trust.........'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-4426123098135291044</id><published>2008-09-15T18:29:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:38:16.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter the Matrix</title><content type='html'>So today in Algebra 2 I got to use the fancy pants graphing calculator, class set addition. While I was fiddling around and not paying attention(I should pay attention more, I got a 76 in that class), I came across something. There was this application that said Matrix. Now, I tried seeing the movie the matrix(the first one) on two separate occasions, I fell asleep twice at the same part. The part where the agents captured that one smart black dude Morpheus. I press enter on the Matrix application not knowing what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that Neo and/or Morpheus would make my math classroom portable explode or a part of it was ripped off in a wild and crazy hurricane, then Morpheus and/or Neo would fly like Superman in the classroom to get me. I didn't finish the first movie or ever watch the others so I have no idea what happens to Morpheus or Neo. So I was anxious waiting for something to happen like agents burst in to capture me and reveal that the reality I know is a lie. Then suddenly to be rescued by revolutionaries in the future in the Nebukazzer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, the screen on my calculator that could be my gateway to the real world kepting saying "Waiting.........waiting.........waiting..........". I guess I will never know what would have happened. I could be the next Keanue Reaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-4426123098135291044?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/4426123098135291044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=4426123098135291044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/4426123098135291044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/4426123098135291044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2008/09/enter-matrix.html' title='Enter the Matrix'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-8992949672818981221</id><published>2008-09-12T13:29:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:40:38.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jo Bro Syndrome</title><content type='html'>So if you don't already know already. I like the Jonas Brothers' music. Although I didn't like Love Bug at the VMAs or Burning up. The unisex version of songs that the Jo Bros have like That's the Way We Roll are good. Burning Up is a song just designed for the 97% girls audience. My favorite Bro is Kevin. I actually once while walking into a Blockbuster with some friends said very loudly, " Kevin Jonas is my hero!". About the time I finished my sentenced, 3 attractive girls walked past me and burst out laughing. I don't know why people don't like Kevin. He is the glue to the group. He makes the others look good by being really ugly and having no singing ability(I realized they turn off his mic at the shows). He must be the best guitarist out of the Bros but it would be ironic and funny if Nick was better. I wonder if their little brother when he becomes older will be the 4th Bro and play drums or play the keyboard(or the keytar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I tell people I like the Bros, they look at me like I have a horse's butt for a face. Today a guy on my bus heard me say I like the Jonas Brothers and he said, " Alright, give up your man card to me. "&lt;br /&gt;I replied, " I don't know............it's pretty big." I don't know if that made sense or not. I'm just random and strange manboy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-8992949672818981221?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/8992949672818981221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=8992949672818981221' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/8992949672818981221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/8992949672818981221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2008/09/jo-bro-syndrome.html' title='Jo Bro Syndrome'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-898079327571979691</id><published>2008-09-10T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:16:06.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Should Wear Bras</title><content type='html'>So my mind was being random today at school so I pieced together the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple. Sounds like nurple. Nurple means purple nipple. Which is caused by twisting the pectoral chest area. Men often give eachother nurples because if they did it to girls, it would be considered sexual harassment. It's not possible for girls to give eachother nurples because they have the proctection of a padded bra. Men should have a brassiere to protect themselves against the pain of getting a "titty twister". But only fat men are able to wear bras because they have a boobie size big enough for one. They should be ok with it because if they are really obese, they have just stopped caring. Why don't I see more fat men on the streets wearing bras?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-898079327571979691?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/898079327571979691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=898079327571979691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/898079327571979691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/898079327571979691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2008/09/men-should-wear-bras.html' title='Men Should Wear Bras'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917272601928009983.post-9017259020616946786</id><published>2008-09-09T16:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:09:53.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Hunter</title><content type='html'>Hola everyone. Como estas? That is spanglish for hello everyone, whats up?!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i thought it was a good idea to talk about a certain subject I adore very much.&lt;br /&gt;I practically made it a sport myself. I call it Canadian Bashing. You see, I am from the great state of Washington. That is washington state, not DC. Everytime someone asks me if I'm from DC i feel like smacking a melted slab of chocolate on their faces and eating the delicious chocolate right in front of their faces to watch them suffer. Any, while I spend every summer there, I usually find some Canadian people. Usually it happens at my christian bible overnight co-ed summer camp. The camp has week sessions and I go a week out of my summer there. Usually I get one canadia-an in my cabin(we actually sleep in bunks in wood cabins with a tarp for a door and sleep in sleeping bags with a max of 10 guys). But this year I got lucky, I had 4 Canadia-ans. I was a happy guy. Plus we had a small cabin composed of 6 guys counting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, during this time. I made as many Canada jokes as possible. I don't hate canadians, one my best buds that i met there(who looked exactly like Ryan aka RyRy158 except the guys we total opposites). It was fun when he would play along with the jokes. Some of the jokes were like when they pulled out there Canadian coloured money, I would say stuff like, "Where did you get the monopoly money?" "So is your pet beaver named Chuck?" " I'm soarry but I don't know what you are talking aboot, eh?". ANd the list continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I go to Canada every year to go to the waterslides. Before we crossed the border, i had to stop to get an energy drink. My little brother's friend asked me if I was going to pay with Canadian loonies. I just responded, " NO. I'm using REAL money." He found it quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be giving Canadia-ans a break but they are just too fun to mess with. It's kind of like a guilty pleasure. And the weird part is that I'm a %25 Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I have to say on my first public blog. I hope you enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917272601928009983-9017259020616946786?l=conquestofcolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/feeds/9017259020616946786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917272601928009983&amp;postID=9017259020616946786' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/9017259020616946786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917272601928009983/posts/default/9017259020616946786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conquestofcolson.blogspot.com/2008/09/canadian-hunter.html' title='Canadian Hunter'/><author><name>Colson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787629856010892044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhfrc9VSAk0/TktmbEAqHJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ybvctAGoaJ0/s220/cats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
