SHARING: Phoenix and Miles

An old Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth possible yaoi moment I found on Google Images a year ago. Kinda blurry (sorry) but still kinda hot. Just thought you should know about this.

CLASSIC JAYNE: ...

You know, I really don't have a topic for this one. I just got online at the library and thought, "I haven't blogged in a while." So I typed and clicked, and here we are. I can't upload any SHARING or LIKE BUTTONS because I don't have any on my flashdrive. Oh, wait. Maybe I do. Something from last year that's very meh. I guess I'll post that. Then I'm out for free ice cream. Yeah, 'cause my birthday was Sunday and my dad got me a coupon for Cold Stone. So suck on that.

CLASSIC JAYNE: On Sharing and Teh Interwebs

It's just about time for another Classic Jayne, but I really don't know what to talk about here. I mean, lately I've just been working on my story and going to school and rehearsing for a show and goofing off on the Internet. Hence the sudden burst of Sharing pieces. I've found so much to laugh at and to admire lately. But still I'm bored. Why? WHY? I don't know...

SHARING: IT'S PIKACHU!

First shown to be by a good friend, this has become one of my favorite videos of all time.

LIKE BUTTON: Antoine Dodson

WE GONN FIND YOU.

SHARING: Escape Your Mind by Ryan Heffron

A little picture I found online by photographer Ryan Heffron. Google him for more. His landscapes are lovely. This piece is the cover art for a book I want to finish writing some day.

LIKE BUTTON: Ish

This drawing is good-ish.

CLASSIC JAYNE: Mundane

Celebrate the mundane. Then it won't be so mundane.

LIKE BUTTON: Liking Things

Point, click. Point, click.

SHARING: Hobo Companion Cube

A little something I found on Halolz.com, website for the bored gamer. Although I'm not a huge fan of Portal (the game made me too dizzy to continue), I can appreciate everybody's love for this cuddly, weighted companion cube. I mean, he was pretty much the only thing in the game that didn't try to kill you.

CLASSIC JAYNE: Is There A Ghost

"I could sleep when I lived alone. Is there a ghost in my house?"


Those are the only lyrics to Band of Horses' "Is There A Ghost", and yet it's one of the most captivating songs I know. Interesting....

LIKE BUTTON: Zombies

We want their love; they want our brains.

LIKE BUTTON: Cell Phone Flashlights

It's very handy... if your screen is bright enough.

CLASSIC JAYNE: Pandora Radio

Pandora Radio is one source of music for me while I write and/or explore teh Interwebs. It's pretty awesome, but they only allow you a certain number of skips per day whenever a song comes up that you don't like. This makes me sad.

LIKE BUTTON: Girl Gamers

They do it better. And look hotter while they do it better.

STORY: One Green Apple, Please

Sal Smith couldn't find the apples. She stood in the middle of the open-air market and looked about like a lost child. There were stacks of cabbages, carrots, orange, those square watermelons from Japan, but no apples. Sal began to cry.

"Lady," grumbled a man's voice behind her, "why the hell are you crying?"

Sall pulled her head from her hands and sobbed, "I can't find the..." her voice trailed away. She was speaking with a salemas, and behind his desk and register Sal spotted a cart full of apples. Eyes glowing not with a kind of hope unfathomable to anyone who wasn't Sal Smith, the woman floated to the register and boldly stated, "One green apple, please."

"What're you talking to me for?" griped the salesman, resting his chin in his pal and pouting angrily. "I'm not your waiter. This is an open-air market; you get it yourself then bring it to me to pay. Is that so hard?"

"Very sorry, sir," said Sal, embarrassed. She proceeded to circle the counter to pluck an apple herself.

"What're you doing?" growled the salesman.

"I'm getting an apple," Sal answered, bewildered that he had stopped her.

"You don't just go behind my counter, lady. That's rude."

"Oh, then, could you hand me one green apple, please?" Sal asked nicely.

"I'm sorry," grumbled the salesman, "we don't have any of those.

"What are you talking about? I can see them right there!" Sal pointed.

"I'm sorry, those are red, lady. Red."

"No, the ones next to the red," Sal shrieked. "No, not the yellow, the...oh my God. All I'm asking for is one green apple, please!"

"I'm sorry--"

"Augh!" Sal exploded. "For the love of all that is good in the world, that's all I ever hear! 'I'm sorry, we dont' have any tables available.' 'I'm sorry, I've never heard of a trombone.' 'I'm sorry, we don't carry toys at Toys R Us.' I'm cursed, I tell you, cursed! Ever since I waslittle, the more I wanted something, the harder it was to get. When I wanted people to call me Sally, they were physically incapable of doing so and ended up calling me Sal, which I hate. I feel like a man. Or a fish. I'm a man-salmon named Sal with salmonella! Uwaaaaahhhh!" And she burst into tears all over again.

"Woah, calm down, lady," the salesman lulled as if Sal were an escaped mental patient on the verge of lighting a baby on fire. "How 'bout I give you this nice green apple, free of charge, and you go home and take your happy pills?"

"Right," said Sal, shaking. She cupped her hands and accepted the gift, stared at it for a moment, then asked, "Excuse me, could I get a bag for this?"

"I'm sorry, we don't have any bags."

CLASSIC JAYNE: Blogs

Blogs are the perfect place to express your feelings about anything. I got one to share my stories, then I had some other ideas, and here I am, rambling on, commas everywhere, trying to figure out how this sentence in gonna end. Oh, hey. There it is. The end.