KAYAK

Ok, so i am high, sitting with the Blogfather and his girlfriend at my friend Joes house while he is still at work. i am currently teaching the BF how to illegally download entire albums more quickly and efficiently. Because everyone knows that efficiency is the most important part of ripping people off.

In the past five minutes, the following has occurred.

Joe's semi-crazy, but 100% awesome co-worker Verna just came in with him. She has to be over 45 yrs old, yet she immediately pulled out a joint and started talking about how joe asked her in front of customers tonight how she grooms herself down there. BLogfathers girlfriend compared Verna to a mother-figure to joe. joe said 'True.....but i dont think i've ever asked my mom if she shaves her carpet with a rock."

Joe just yelled out "My status is the baddest!" Twice.

Blogfather made a decision to go find the nearest gas station that serves tallboys and said the ironic thing about our current situation is that he went to Joes to 'be alone' and he is now surrounded by a bunch of idiots. (idiots was my word, not his)

Blogfather is freaking out because we are telling him he needs a tetnis shot after cutting himself on a dumpster and stepping on a nail. then Verna came in and told him he felt like he had a fever. joe just told him he looked jaundice...which is funny in its own right.

The Bearnstein Bears are on tv right on mute. all i can hear is some remix of the klaxons, which joe keeps yelling "it's soulwax, motherfucker." cool, joe.

Joe just confused Bob the Builder with Thomas the Train. who the fuck is bob the builder?

I am now teaching Joe how to illegally download music more efficiently as well and i'm pretty sure i just blew his mind. he is now yelling and cursing at his computer.

Joe just said "Ill fight a motherfucker over it". I guess that's an improvement over last week's "I'll go Nautical on your ass".

joe's kayak still looks extremely out of place in his apartment. i am now having an internal debate on whether or not a kayak is a boat. i also just realized that kayak is a palindrome. i am also wondering why they didn't make the word 'palindrome' a palindrome.

I want to go home, but the walk accross the parking lot from Joes place to mine seems virtually impossible.

I don't know how to blo.....

........g my blog. And this has become a mothertrucking prob. After all I am the father of some bastard of a blog called boatchecker and I suppose that a blog may contain feelings and personality.

My lungs have made a commitment to this.

I have to be high to do this and i have to do this to be high.
How else can i explain?
I don't understand how to take care of boatchecker and i never will if I get the scared face.
I can do this.

I am part of a team and my mates only hold me up to what i am able to produce and that's how i figured out that i DO know how to blo......................
...............g my blog.

DESTINATION BLOG

BLOG - Person, Place or Thing?

Well, when i asked myself this question, i immediately ruled out person. i mean, clearly, a blog cannot take on human characteristics. it cannot think. and no matter how funny its content, it cannot sit there and laugh at itself.

But as i got to thinking more about how a blog could be a person, i started to wonder why no one has named their child "Blog". I mean, seriously, maybe there really is someone out there whose real name is "Blog." And as he grows up, he has to introduce himself as "Blog." He will go through school, and write "Blog" on the top of his homework assignments. Then he'll hand out his school photos to all the other kids, and his mom will have printed "BLOG - 5th Grade" on the back of the picture. When he plays Red Rover on the playground, everyone will yell "Red Rover, Red Rover......send BLOG right over." And eventually, when he graduates, he will have "BLOG" written on his diploma, and the principal will say "Congratulations BLOG"....you are now ready to enter the world.

Now...what happens when BLOG enters the world and becomes a blogger himself. And he quickly follows in his parents footsteps and becomes obsessed with blogging. In addition to having to admit that he is obsessed with himself, he will eventually have to make a blog profile. it will ask for 'Name' and Blog would have to type 'Blog.' Then it will ask 'Interests' and Blog will have to type 'blogging.' So he is 'Blog' who likes 'blogging'.

getting back to the subject at hand. I have realized that I don't think BLOG can be a place. So, someone should tell The Human Head that you cannot ever get to destination: BLOG. But after figuring out how cool 'Blog' the person could be, I think I need to figure out how to get to BLOG, the place.

Because how awesome would it be to drive into a city and look at a sign that says:

Welcome to BLOG
Population: 41,000

hunting and pecking

lookathimgo.

2/3 of the boatchecker blog just got high with someone we work with and he is a machine right now. The two bloggers are clinically retarded and the nonblogger is sitting at the bar just yappin away about quantum physics and shit. It is blowing our freaking minds.

Typing is incredibly difficult right now seeing as how I somehow forgot how to read.

Winnie Cooper looks crazy right now because she had to put headphones on to be able to think correctly. Role-E-Poly is dj'ing and he is going to be very upset because we blogged without him. He is very sensitive about blogs.

Rap music is really cool.

Today I found out that my brother actually uses the ash tray in his car. He said he wanted to stop littering. Good for him. He also just bought a pair of Doc Martens in the year 2007.

Whatever Winnie Cooper is blogging about must be hilarious because she hasn't even started typing yet and she can't stop laughing. And the guy sitting behind me is kinda freaking me out.

I honestly have to stop because I think I might have gotten to blogged. Rick.

GUMBA

so i just got home after a pretty long night. im high. i'm tired. i'm cold. the very last thing i wanted to do was get on the computer and be reminded of how much i used to love video games. seriously, from the age 7 to probably 12 or 13, video games ruled my life. it started with some detective game called 'sam spade' on the computer. i remember nothing more about it. then there was a game in which i was some robot trapped in a huge building. i could go in and out elevators, onto different floors and into different rooms. it was cool except you could not win the game. in fact, no one ever understood what the point of the whole thing was. eventually you would enter into the wrong room, two darth vader looking guys would stroll in and shoot you. the screen would say something like "you have entered the wrong room and invaders have shot and killed you." real cool...don't give me any directions or weapons and just leave me to roam around some random building....only to be stalked down and killed by 'invaders' who clearly have some sort of agenda...not to mention guns. anyway, quick interruption....does anyone remember prodigy? it was some sort of computer internet thing...some time around the MS-DOS era. all i know is my dad used to 'check the stock market' with it. i always thought that sounded really important. so back to the topic at hand...video games. next came oregon trail. you have killed 17 buffalo, a deer, a turtle and a wild plant, but only have enough room on the wagon for half of the plant. and oh ya, your little brother tommy has died of dysentery. perfect, why shouldn't kids be introduced to hunting and deadly diseases in 3rd grade. let's even make them design an epitaph for their dead family member! i dont know where in the timeline marble madness falls (on computer, not NES), but it ate up a good 7 months of my life. i also think it may have started my love for electronic music at a very young age. the last one i'm going to write about is CONTRA. this is only the last one because otherwise i will go on forever. there are so many others that affected me, but definitely not enough time...RBI baseball, super mario kart, donkey kong (the original), sonic the hedgehog, duckhunt and some game named Kirby on Gameboy. i dont remember much about that except he was this little marshmellowy looking guy who ran around eating things, blowing up real big and flying around. but back to contra, my only note here is in reference to the noise the bridge made when it blew up while you were crossing it:

BOOMCHIWAWABOOMCHIWAWABOOMCHIWAWA

Don't act like you don't remember.

In conclusion, i wish i started on this subject without any real reason other than it is awesome, but here is a video that got me going. it is also awesome. But before you watch, I think it is necessary to proclaim how awesome zelda was and how much i love gumba's.

songz

This is a comprehensive review of some of today's hottest tracks. Enjoy!

SONG: something by roy orbison
apparently this song is on the pretty woman soundtrack. i think it might be from some david lynch movie. it is very scary.
i really wish it was over.
im so serious, the end part right now is freaking me the fuck out.
reviewed by: Tom Cruise

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SONG: Gangsta's Paridise
i have been spending most of my life, living in the Gangsta's Paridise.
I can no longer even hear the song because Tom Cruise keeps yelling "WEIRD AL, WEIRD ALL....and something about butter. Next think you know, he'll be jumping on couches.
Tom Cruise sucks. Both the blogger and the "actor". i seriously cannot believe he married Joey Potter. i wish i could say his child is ugly.
i have no idea how i got on this subject from gangsta's paradise. wouldn't it have been WEIRD if Michelle Pfieffer married Tom Cruise?
reviewed by: Winnie Cooper

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SONG: Dixie Chix
i don't know this song. but i recognize it. i think it is the theme song to some wb show.
it is probably the most positive sounding song i've ever heard and it makes me want to ride a tractor and shit.
anything with a fiddle is awesome and this song has it.
fiddle faddle is a good example of my previous statement. it is amazing.
reviewed by: Tom Cruise

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SONG: Tina Turner...something about a hero
Man, speaking of hero's...that Ike Turner was a pretty stand up guy. what i am about to type is most likely aroun 91% inaccurate, but here goes. a while ago St. Louis definitely ended up on E! online as a top story because our mayor refused to grant an "Ike Turner Day" in st. louis because he beats women.
why do i have a strange and overwhelming feeling that i am totally thinking of someone else and confusing them with ike.
reviewed by: Winnie Cooper

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SONG: pink - get the party started
i don't care what anybody says, this song kicks ass.
she is bad ass and can go for miles. if you know what i mean.
it's also hard to type this blog while dancing. ike turner.
roly poly is going to be joining our discussion and we are all really excited about it.
reviewed by: Tom Cruise

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SONG: puttin' on the ritz
I remember when Peter Boyle as Frankenstein in Young Frankenstein with Gene Wilder danced to this on a HIGH school stage. This is one of the best scenes to ever be filmed in black and white. And it was a comedy. I love crackers. For real, I'll put it on the Ritz. Best with crab and horseradish!
reviewed by: roly poly

this song is by taco. ritz. superduper. tom cruise needs to EDIT his previous post and add RITZ to the list of weird words.
along with the word cracker.
and butter.
there is tap dancing in the middle and the ending if extremely creepy. speaking of creepy...and tap dancing...i know how to tap dance extremely well. not many people know that about me, but its true. i know how to do something called shuffle off the buffalo. how weird is that.
reviewed by: Winnie Cooper

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SONG: Miles Davis tap dance
miles davis is the godfather of funk. he was a black man and i'm pretty sure he played every instrument on his recordings at the same time. nobody can do that except him, and that is why there is no good new music.
listening to this kind of music while i am on pot is very juicy. two thumbs way up.
reviewed by: TomKat

ok....i believe what we have here folks is a bit of a subliminal message sent to Tom Cruise and me. roly poly claims to have played this because its 'a classic' (a classic!) but i know the real reason. the truth is the title. we smoked his weed without him. started playing a game without him. he came in late...didn't know the rules...and got confused. what a bunch of FREELOADERS we are....someone needs to change their display name to freddie freeloader.
miles davis kicks ass. jazz is cool. but not as cool as chaz. (first cd is dropping Wed. Nov 28th at some bar...get ready)
reviewed by: W.C.

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SONG: it's my life
i wish with every fiber of my being that this song did not remind me of my best friend in college. she had some powerful connection with bon jovi. it was kind of embarrassing. wow...i don't think anyone has ever said that before. powerful connection to bon jovi. i mean, i'm pretty sure if i were to ever overhear anyone say they had a powerful connection to bon jovi, i'd drop everything and play the squawk bawx.
reviewed by: w.c.

Ow chicca chi whoa whoa.
Was there really 7 ounces of sperm found in Jon Bon Jovi's stomach? Does any one remember that rumor? It has to be a nation wide falsehood. I'm old.
Everyone in my elementary talked about it.
It's my rumor.
reviewed by: Roly Poly

weird words

furby
boat
word
blog
capitalization
capitalize
peanut
limit
van halen
burn
pliers
tyrannosaurus
mirh
lanyard
youtube
tube
flap

I will add more to this when I am good and ready.

Show Time!

There are two drama series on some other premium cable network that blow "Mobsters" and "Groupies" out of the watered down premium that most people worship known as "OBH".

I have changed the name so that this network would not get it's ratings hurt. Everything has feelings, just look at text messaging.

Anyhoo, "Mobsters" ended its run as a drama cult but was worthy of watching in it's prime. But the other, "Groupies" is still hotter than my pee-pee the morning after that girl I took home ended up needing $300 for the time we spent together.

I really thought she was the one, oh well.
She wasn't the one and after watching Groupies I didn't think that it was the one either. I really don't see what the draw was but what the fuck ever. Maybe because every single person in America wants to be famous (and yes this includes my shallow ass). I don't know what it is but fame is crack cocaine for the ego. You can't stop after the first hit but all it does is continues to guarantee the erosion of ones' character.

There are two shows on the other less worshiped network that are actually not about the glam or the Gotti but rather kind of close to real life shit and I am hooked for quite possibly the first time ever.

I HIGHLY recommend the one that is named after a green product that elevates your mood and is being sold by your average suburban housewife to make ends meet. And as I watch more of the other one about a guy that writes his way through fucking and fucks his way through writing I really don't know which one stimulates my media ego more. This one is named with one word combined with the name of a very large Pacific Coast state and the act of sex or fucking or whatever you sinners wanna call it.
Check em, love em.

Roly Poly curling up and rollin' out pussies.

HERB

So, for my first boatchecking blog, i had this grand story about how the idea originated, how we formed the boatchecking team, so on and so forth. but honestly, i think i might have smoked too much.

My two fellow boatcheckers had already completed their first blogs, and i cracked under the pressure. i deleted the entire thing and went back to what i know.

Noun + Verb = Sentence

this brought back to me one of the most awesome stories of all time.


The year was 1994. The year of the Lotto jacket and Gin Blossoms. I was twelve.

the entire 6th grade class was to put on a musical play. the name of it escapes me, but it doesn't even matter. all you need to know about is the star.

His name was HERB the Verb. he wore hiking shorts. and his jam went a little something like this:

Herb the Verb
a man of action.
he's busy all the day through.
he runs
he walks
he whistles
he talks
he does whatever you do.

Then, the music slows. the lights dim. Herb is standing in a corner by himself.

And he sings:

Sometimes i like to stand very still.
just as i am.
and then i'm a verb of being.

(the chorus yells) "YOU ARE?"

(Herb points to himself proudly) "I AM."

There were other songs. they were all about parts of speech. none were as influential.

i somehow got stuck as the adjective green. which was fine, i guess. except that the girl next to me was the adjective 'tall.' she was 6 inches shorter than me.


there is no doubt in my mind that Herb smokes grass.


~JJ overandout!

boatchecking defined

What is "boat checking"?

Boat checking is a job.

Boatchecking season begins around the same time of year as Winter, when people need to wear boats to keep warm from the dropping temperatures.

When people go to a bar they don't want to wear their boats the entire time, so they check them with the boat checker. The boat checker checks the boat into a small room and hangs onto it for them until they ask for it back.

Sometimes people need to go outside while they are at the bar just to get some fresh air or to smoke. This is a good time to get your checked boat and put it on so you can go outside.

I hope I have clarified the name of this blog. I know there was a lot of confusion before about it, and I just wanted to let people know what it means to us as a country.

idea fright!

Have you ever started a blog with two of your friends and all you expected to do was become the most talented and influential trio of writers to ever touch a keyboard? I figured that you had, and that's how you will most likely relate to us. But when you started yours, did it take over an hour to just set up the posting account. Probably not, unless you were smoked up like the three of us. One of us, me, Roly Poly didn't even know how to set it up. The other one, her, Jungle Julie is skilled at this sort of thing, but said she was blown out a couple of times during set up. The third one, him, Mulgarco just started playing video games and I'm not sure if he even knew that the other two of us were here. But he had the sweet skavatto so we let it slide. If you don't know about skavatto then you don't you don't know about delayed inspiration.

Are we finna' go to Hollywood for being writers of this 'high' tier, or this was just a passing of the time?

To be honest all I started with was idea fright!

This Roly Poly rollin out.