Danny Who's Journal

Subject:	the excited yelps of girls in the snow being teased by staggeringly handsome boys
Time:	1:07 am.
Music:	dandy warhols.

Gather round the fire, its snowing and it feels like winter... theres kids outside my window throwing frosty snowballs, theres a threat of school cancellation, i'm inside in sweats avoiding writing a term paper, a wash of warmth hit me as Jimi Thing came on shuffle, and my face is fuzzy with new beardlings...winter

that birds crazy

I must reiterate that The Tracy Morgan Show is a fine program...the third episode aired tonight on a special nite and did not dissapoint. It makes me laugh out loud for 18 minutes and then it hits you with a touching family messsage for about 4. This is sitcom gold. It oozes a professional aura, and has the power to grab diverse demographics.

Produced by Lorne Michaels and a team thats producing credits include That 70's Show and 3rd Rock from the Sun, 'NBC's 'The Tracy Morgan Show,' which kicked off with back-to-back episodes, drew 9.9 million viewers in its first half-hour and 8.7 million in the second when the sitcom competed against 'The Simple Life'" (tvtome.com). not to mention the numbers they must have recieved tonight after even a reapeat of perennial heavy-draw, Friends....Tracy Morgan is also a special guest this week on SNL, hosted by Reverend, Democratic Presidential Candidate, and Media Hound Al Sharpton...maybe Tracy'll be in one or two skits, which is about as many as he ever got per week a as a cast member.

Maybe its because i was IMed and emailed by a webmaster and his friend, or maybe it was fate, and by fate i mean a random natural occurance, that i was to learn of a second webmaster who answers to the handle of smitty. These two drunk peddlers asked me to check out The World According to Smith....but im an easy sell, just ask Chef Tony, i'll buy anything that badmutha hocks late nite or during the dead hours on a snowy saturday morning...

anyway im always happy to link a brother up, or give a toddler with a toothache an icepop...not to equate the two...but i read the stuff my second favorite smit had written and his ramblings paint broad strokes that i can identify with and with such pretty colors....as long as you ignore the tripodedness and read on, you might learn something, and as we all know, from masters of the universe like Maddox, and stupid doofuses with computers like Danwho, that it doesnt take a pretty layout to change the world.

Macaroni memories...Easy Mac is not easy enough for my stupid ass roomate. Karthik comes in, "damnit i fucked it up!" The name implies easiness, its in the name...their are only 3 easy to follow steps, im not struglling with my easy mac making...this reminds me of Nawlins in the study lounge at Tulane right after Ryan dared me to put peanut butter on the face of a passed out stranger, and he woke up as im standing drunk and giggling over him with a KNIFE full of peanut butter inches form his face...what a thing to wake up to...i just dropped the knife and ran with ryan back to Tara's dorm room...when we returned later with Smitty, to make easy mac, me and ryan made a perfect batch and Smittys was all watery, hard and well in a word botched...botched good, and we let him have it for that. memories

In closing, alicia keyes is on leno and shes on her cell phone while singing, im sure its part of the act, but its a stupid act, its on mute so maybe the song is about caling someone, but i dunno looks pretty dumb alicia, pretty dumb.and the past 3 posts combine to form a subliminal message i hope you fall victim to.

Everybody buy tapes.

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Subject:	who is driving? o my god, bear is driving, how can this be?
Time:	4:00 pm.

Here's a little bit of what its like in my head, this conversation never happened outside the caverns of my cranium, but i do this nonstop, i have conversations with myself, sometimes just me and me, sometimes me and me being another person, again this is just what i was thinking about as i was exiting the shower, but it never happened, but i felt like writing it down:

Shea: you were in the shower a long time
Dan: yeah, well its so warm in there, and hot and oooh i just wanna... uhh fuck the hole in the shower curtain.
Shea: theres a hole in the shower curtain?
Dan: well not yet, that littler fucker is a tough SOB but im gonna wear him down.
Shea: oh yeah?
Dan: yeah, i'll probably end up slipping him a roofie and when hes not looking taking advantage of him and POW, they'll be a penis sized hole in the shower curtain.
Shea: cock sized hole? your cock?
Dan: yeah
Shea: so it will be a small hole then? hardly noticeable
Dan: dude, you really sound like an ex-boyfriend you know that? like not only do you claim to know my penis size but you sound spitefull and bitter like that small penis failed to pleasure you on many occassions.

you earned this 15 dollars of roast beef and you arent leavin till you eat it all

you earned this 15 dollars of roast beef and you arent leavin till you eat it all

Ive got so many pages of papers left to write, yes enough to choke a cat...what is your morbid obsession with choking cats, i mean its weirding me out, everytime we get together for a little conversation, without fail you always bring up choking cats and i just cant have it anymore...now that ive set you straight, speaking of cats, i need to get one, not cuz i really want a cat, but so that i can bet on football.

enter next paragraph with further explanation what the hell this kid danwho is talking about...you see my cousin Jim has a weekly football pool that i have been meaning to cold copycat and mimic, but every year i totally forget about it until I see him at Thanksgiving, well into the NFL season, too late to start up a pool. The pool works rather simply, it costs 2 dollars a week, we're not talking major dough, the more people the more money but he has about 15 people in his pool. You just pick the winner of every game for the week, no point spreads, just winners, real simple, the winner of the week gets one of the dollars everyone put in that week, so like 15 bucks...the second dollars for all the weeks go into a holding area until the end of the season when the player with the best winning percentage overall takes home the pot, now you can include picking the playoffs as well or not, i dont know if he does or not.

Now this pool is simple not groundbreaking or new in its conception, but the part i like the most is that one of the gamblers in this pool is my cousins family cat, Bianco. The cat, as it can not speak, does not pick due to whim or what Jim Rome said this week on his radio show. the Cat is a system better, and i want to adopt such a system for my cat, that does not exist.

Bianco always picks a Cat team over any other kind of team, like the Panthers over the Packers.
Bianco always picks against a bird team. Like the Giants over the Eagles.
Bianco alway picks an animal team over a non animal team, except for birds, he still hates them. So he would pick the Rams over the Raiders, and interestingly enough the Dolphins over the Ravens.
If two cat teams play, like the Bengals and the Lions, Bianco picks the home team.
If two animal teams play, like the Broncos and the Colts, he'd pick the home team.
Likewise, if two non-animal teams play, Bianco always picks the home team.
And finally, you guessed it, if two bird teams play, home team. but with a side of hatred

Bianco has won a few weeks this season so far, and when he wins he gets 15 dollars worth of roast beef...and this cat is getting pretty damn fat and gross...but thats why i need a cat or maybe just a carboard cut-out of a cat, that i can love and squeeze and feed roast beef and who can be my only friend to pick games against me in my pool.

"We the jury find in favor of...Big American Party, everybody disco dancing..."

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