School is out for the summer!

So I don't know about your school, but my school is out for the summer. Last day of classes was yesterday, so I had papers due, a lot of off-topic lecturing, and a party with a lot of food. The party resulted in me having gas, and having to carry around a jug of salsa for the rest of the day.

On a different note, it may or may not have been Travis Moore's birthday yesterday. This meant that there was an aurora borealis show just for him. You can watch it right here:

The Aurora from Terje Sorgjerd on Vimeo.

Also, during the light show in the sky, there was a party at the old home place where Travis lives. We had dancing, pills (good n' plenty, mike and ikes, and smarties), and prune juice. Plenty of prune juice. Here is just one photo of our experience:

(click it to make it bigger)

to see more photos of the party, or to wish Travis a happy belated birthday, click this link:
Party at the Old Home Place

MASAP Spring Summit

My message to Jason Saucier:

Hey, Jason,

I'm really excited to hear from Corrine at the Summit, it sounds we'll be having a real party this year. I hope you don't mind, Jason, but I took the liberty of inviting my friends to come along. As you well know, the partnership between MASAP (Maine Association of Student Affairs Practitioners) and MASAP (Maybe A State of the Art Painting?) is one of deep, abiding friendship. Thanks to the hard work and dedication of Marie Schramke, may she rest in peace, we look forward to another successful year.

I had a quick question regarding the Summit, then I wanted to share a few things with you.

Question: after Dr. Crimmin's talk can we discuss what to do the latest WikiLeaks disaster? It is of vital importance to our children and our children's children, up to, and not including our great grandchildren. Let me know what you think about that. Perhaps the discussion could take place in the nearby playground at 75 South Street.



Now it is time to share thoughts.

First of all, I have been planning my dream vacation for some time now, and I believe that I made a recent breakthrough. For my dream vacation, I want to take a hot air balloon trip from coast to coast. I was thinking we could start in Eastport, and end in San Diego, CA. It would then be not only a coast-to-coast vacation, but also a diagonal north-east to south-west adventure. I want to make as few stops as possible, so I propose we do refueling by airplane, and bring a few live animals with us so that we can slaughter and cook as needed. Luckily, the burner of the balloon can double as an oven, so we should really be in good shape with relatively few things to pack.

Secondly, part of the reason for this vacation is that I've been wanting to get out of Maine. It is cold, too close to Canada, and I really don't feel safe. California has the benefit of being warm, far from Canada, and no crime! Also, this may seem unrelated, but I hate crabs. Far from being a delicacy, they are in fact disgusting, detrimental, and destabilizing.

I know this is a bit long, but I couldn't conclude my message without telling you how much I love MASAP. MASAP has changed my life. It really has. Since I have become a masapper, I have started actively looking for funny YouTube videos. I have also begun my lifelong search for the meaning of MASAP. Furthermore, I have more closely observed others around me, constantly looking for new topics to write about and talk about among my constituency. Also, before MASAP existed, I may or may not have existed. Now I rejoice, because I know that I am. "To be or not to be," that was the question of the past. Today the question has changed. To MASAP or not to MASAP? Now THAT is the question.

With love,
As usual,
-the Voter

The Biebster

My thoughts on the biebster.

I once wrote an essay about justin bieber. It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do--subjecting myself to thoughts of justin for over five minutes was nearly more than I could bear. Apparently I lived through it. Also, my essay did not live through it. This is my attempt to rewrite that essay in three sentences:

justin bieber is the worst. Some hate him, some revere him, and some idolize him. I am not these people; I refer to "the biebster" in the uncapitalized "jb" so as to avoid any confusion of this worthless individual to someone that actually matters (such as Jason Bourne).

The End.

A word from our Voter

Dear Diary,

I’ve been in Army Basic Training for 10 weeks this Fall, and just recently graduated and moved into AIT-- Accurately Imitating Travis. For the next 9 weeks, my comrades and I will be Awesomely Imitating Travis as we learn how to operate heavy equipment. Here are a few highlights of my training so far:

9.1.10 First day of training. I did a few pushups, ate 3 square meals and one rounded snack.

10.17.10 Today while building a barbed-wire fence along the Texas/Louisiana border, my comrade Roger Hartman made a few mistakes. 1) He danced an Irish Jig on Texas soil, which is a severe disgrace to the Alamo and all who fought there. 2) He intentionally crossed the national boundary into Louisiana. This violates several Federal treaties. 3) He wrapped poor Adam up in barbed-wire as if he were a Christmas tree and barbed-wire was strings of popcorn. I now know what a barbed-wire Christmas Human looks like.

10.25.10 We did our first jump today from a C-130 Transport. I like sky-diving! The only difficult part was shooting practice during free-fall. We were all given paintball guns and ordered to shoot each other as many times as possible on the way down. Whomever reached the ground with the least amount of paint would win the contest. Once our parachutes opened, a severe aerial paint war ensued. It was difficult to adjust to warfare in an environment with not only left and right, forward and backward but also up and down. Recruit Thompson won the contest. He was hit a total of zero times because he forgot his parachute.

10.31.10. Halloween Dinner. We had just come in from firing anti-tank missiles, rocket-propelled grenades and PFC Roger Hartman. The juice wasn’t ready, so the chef had me and Rolly go out back and drive a tank over a few pumpkins.

11.9.10 Today we finally got around to flying airplanes and helicopters. They let us loose on the airfield and we could practice on whatever we wanted. Lots of people fought over the fighter jets, but I went straight for the Space Shuttle. I liked the lift-off a lot, but found that landing it was very difficult, especially with all the fighter jets and helicopters flying around, and for some inane reason they scheduled another group to have their aerial paint fight that day, so the skies were a bit congested.

11.15.10 I graduated yesterday and moved on to heavy equipment operating. Don’t be fooled. This equipment is HEAVY.

Here's a video of some driving I did yesterday:



Time for lights out.
Till next time,

The Voter
-Moving heavy equipment like Sgt. Oaks

Travis

Travis:
-runs away by himself while the other kids are singing songs
-wrestles with his friend and gets in trouble
-loves "4 hugs a day" song. Giggles
-Miss Alicia has to tell him to sit still a lot because he keeps wiggling
-Teacher holds him on her lap because the other kids are annoyed-trying to listen to the teacher
-drew on the dry erase board. shapes & letters
-"If I could have anything in the world, it would be a car"
-makes noises and plays with his nametag, pretending to choke himself with it
-experiments with nametag, putting his hand inside, slinging it over his arm, etc.
-holds up 4 fingers to represent the number 4
-punts things in the story act to the teacher
-asks questions during storytime ---> "Who is that guy?"
-knows what the word "miserable" means.
-puts his fingers in his mouth a lot. Plays with his tongue
-pretends to be asleep ---> starts shoving
-shows his teacher Miss Alicia his "sad face"



I was picking up trash on campus as I'm prone to do, and imagine my surprise when I found a page of my own journal lying in the lobby of the SWKT!


****
FOLLOW-UP:
From Kristina Stewart, December 1st 4:06PM
Travis, I know where that came from! That piece of paper that belongs to your..."journal" is in fact someone's pre-school observation notes. How do I know this? Because I observed Travis TOO! He was a funny stick of a boy with fluffy floppy bull cut hair. Purely adorable, but prone to get into mischief. I am so glad you shared that. They're probably in Nelson's Human Development Class which meets in room 250 of the SWKT, so that's why you found the paper there. Mystery solved. You know, that little kid actually reminded me of you, and as you read the notes, I'm sure you can understand why......just kidding

Thank you for your insight, Kristina!
****



Travis Jay Moore
-Journaler

The Method method

Dear MASAPers,

First of all, I apologize for my lack of newsletters. School and work have swamped me. (By the way, this is not the automated Mr. President that Travis referred to in previous posts. This is the real me. The automated me was created to try and fill the void created by my absence.) I’ve been stretched very thin. I've gotten 5 hours of sleep the past three nights in a row. Needless to say, I’m happy to have a short chunk of time where I can address you.

When I was in high school, I had the awesome opportunity to participate in several musicals. I loved it. Acting and singing were so much fun. Sadly, it didn’t last though. Like many things in life, we have to pick and choose our priorities carefully. So, since high school, I haven’t done any plays or musicals. That doesn’t mean that I haven’t found opportunities to do some acting, but it just hasn’t been quite the same.

I’m sure most (if not all) of you have had experiences with acting, whether it be in a play or simply in pretending to be someone else as a prank (like the one time I pretended to be a homeless deaf-mute, trying to hitch a ride). I’m also sure that most of us could always use a few pointers on how to become a better actor. So in order to facilitate that growth, I’ve enlisted the help of one of my favorite actors, Sir Ian McKellen:



Jeff Yeager
Mr. President. Actor. Homeless deaf-mute.

Two simple, yet often unexpressed, sentiments

Two of the most important phrases in the English language are "I love you" and "I'm sorry." However, two of the most unexpressed sentiments are, "go, go gadget" and "and knowing is half the battle." Do you ever wonder how your life could change by incorporating those two simple phrases into your everyday conversations? For example:

"Did you realize that you just took the last piece of cake?" "And knowing is half the battle."
"I heard the other day that trans-fats are on the rise again and the cause of childhood obesity." "And knowing is half the battle."

Or, my personal favorite:

"Hey, could you hand me that stapler, please?" "go, go, gadget get it yourself."
"I'm really tired; let's go to bed." "go, go, gadget video games come first."

Personally, I think these two little phrases have immense value in society today; my challenge is to incorporate them more in my daily speech and I challenge you to do the same. I know you'll be happy you did.



Kevin Philip Pepper Jr.
-Believing that is his real name is half the battle

Nothing Remarkable

There was nothing remarkable about yesterday's date. 10.10.10 has occurred 5 times since the advent of the Gregorian calendar. To say it is unique and exciting is to be wrong; just because an event has not occurred in your lifetime doesn't make it special. Millions of people have experienced 10.10.10 before us. It you were to argue that a certain date on a calendar were special, you would also have to argue that any event in your own life, whether experienced by others before or not, is also unique. Think about it--if you were to be married tomorrow, would that be special? No, it wouldn't, because 9,456,765,200 have been married before you. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? Just because your shorts fell down at the pool doesn't make you the center of attention.

Which brings me to my next topic: Worst bands of all time. I've never met anyone that said they didn't like music. We all like it. It's one of the 6 universal languages (#1 music #2 love #3 English #4 Star Wars #5 Apple Computer Inc. #6 cheeseburgers). There are, however, some types of music that should never have been born (think auto tune). What's really the worst is when a group of musicians gets together and consistently creates terrible, awful music. The kind of sound that makes you want to run to the nearest audiology clinic and have anything, even Amanda Bynes' voice if necessary, played directly into your auditory nerves instead.

I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about. There are probably as many tastes in music as there are dropped shorts at pools annually, but I think we can all come to a consensus about certain types of music that are better left unsung, un-played and most importantly, unheard.

The following is my personal top 10 list of least favorite bands:

#1 They Might be Giants
#2 See #1
#3 See #2
#4 See #3
#5 See #4
#6 See #5
#7 See #6
#8 See #7
#9 See #8
#10 See #9

I have evidence, but I also possess a moral responsibility not to prove it to you. How would drug education look if the instructor said to kids, "PCP is the worst!" and one of the children asked, "But how? Can you prove it?" and the instructor said, "Of course! Come try this PCP!" That would be totally ineffective. So yes, 'They Might be Giants' or like I prefer to refer to them 'They Might have been dropped on their heads from Giant heights' IS the worst band, and NO I won't show you how or why. It would be morally irresponsible to inject you with such powerful poison. You'll just have to trust me.


Here's a video I've been especially wanting to share with you all. It looks like fantastic fun, is shot beautifully and most expertly edited:
(Do yourself a favor and watch it full screen at 720p resolution. It's worth it!)



-Travis Moore
Everything Remarkable

Waking Up

September 30th, 2010

Dear Diary,

Today was a great day. I've missed out on quite a few things recently: 4 weeks of classes, Switzerland's Federal Council elections, Labor Day, Linkin Park's new album, Christina Zmolek and JJ Campbell's birthdays and a handful of football games.

Just as requested, I was woken up from my yearly hibernation (I'm so grateful for Jeff Yeager, MASAP automated robot, for rousing me from my slumber just as I'd programmed him to do). At first I went all Cave of Wonders on him, but can I be blamed for being a bit groggy and disoriented after being asleep for 30 full days? I think not.

Now that I'm well rested, I have a few goals, which I'd like to list here so I can refer back to them:
-return to my pre-hibernation weight.
-catch up on my college classes
-give Jeff Yeager a treat (maybe a new integrated circuit, a new motherboard or upgraded OS)
-Wish JJ and Christina both very happy birthdays
-Write in my diary more often. I really slacked off while I was sleeping.



-Travis Moore
Cave of Wonders

8 hours

As you may have noticed, today is September 30th. As Earth Wind and Fire taught us long ago, September is a time to dance. The great thing about EWF is that they not only tell us what to do, but they show us too! Let's watch, together:



Now if there's one thing that makes my heart happy, it's black people dancing. Seriously.

You have 8 hours left. Dance!

-Travis Jay Moore
Knows How Every Bird Dances

If you had: One Shot.

It's been a long time, my friends. No time to explain or even apologize, but this is a lovely video worth sharing, and it only has 745 views, so I'm assuming you have Not seen it before. 10 points to you if you have.

Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow and we will dance in September together!



Great write-up on how they made the video from Gizmodo:
Behind the Scenes <----Click on it!! It's a link!

Love,
Travis Moore
Animal trainer and one-shot enthusiast.

Old Friends

Today I’d like to speak about old friends. I don’t mean friends that are old, but rather, friends that we have known for what seems like forever. Some of our best friends are friends that we have had for years. Why am I speaking on this topic? That is a good question. I suppose I owe all of you an explanation.

Well, a couple weeks ago, I went on vacation for a week and went home to visit family and friends. Yes, that’s right; I haven’t actually been on vacation all summer. My summer days have been spent working, sweating, and slaving. Anyways… back to my story. While home, I was able to see many old friends that I haven’t seen in a long time. This was a very exciting time. I was able to reunite with many long lost friends. One of these friends lives in the Phoenix area so I took a day to go and visit. We had a grand old time, reliving memories, singing, making tie-dye shirts, and anything else we could think of to entertain ourselves. I probably would’ve taught this friend (who, by the way, is my personal bodyguard) the Rubik’s Cube, but we lacked the time and also said Rubik’s Cube. So that will have to wait for another time. Needless to say, there was much rejoicing.

Yay...

Needless to say, being home and seeing old friends filled me with nostalgia. I relived many good memories and greatly enjoyed my time there. But like many (but not all) good things, my time back home came to an end. My last morning, Katie (my bodyguard) offered to give me a ride to the airport. I accepted, and off we went to the airport. A short while into our venture, we approached a giant storm.



Now, I have to pause here, because when I say a giant storm, you have to understand that we were in Arizona... in the middle of summer... in the middle of monsoon season. The cloud literally just opened and buckets of water were falling on us as we drove. The best part (in my opinion, my bodyguard may disagree) was the thunder and lightning. It was beautiful and I LOVED it. There’s just something about those storms that I love. And when I say love, I mean it. I probably love those storms as much as I’ll love parenthood. Seriously. I love thunderstorms as much as I love babies. I love thunderstorms almost as much as I love THESE babies:



This guy’s a little more intense than the others…



So, to sum things up. Friends are awesome. That’s all I’m really trying to say here. So treasure them and don’t lose them. Keep them close, like your blankey.

Jeff Yeager

Mr. President. Also, break dancer. Also, leader of the baby rebellion.

A note on life

Apparently life is not as it would seem. Sometimes it is easy, sometimes difficult. Sometimes simple, sometimes confusing. Sometimes it is none of those things but is somewhere in between.

You may read this and say 'wow, he just took a whole paragraph to say nothing.' Or you may read and think to yourself, 'yup, I know exactly how that feels.' Either way I wish you my congratulations. You are correct. Pat yourself on the back and eat a doggie treat.

Now why would I write a note on life? Could it be because I am feeling contemplative? Could I just be having MASAP withdrawals? Is it possible that none of these things actually is an adequate explanation? Possibly.

To make a long story short, consider this recent correspondence I received:


Dear Highly Esteemed Voter!

How are you? One day last week, I was snacking on a barrelfull of tunafish when I suddenly felt the need to write you a letter. It was difficult to leave my tuna, and even more difficult to get your address! I had to ask Jeeves, and he didn't even want to tell me. Anyways, I handwrote this letter, and I'm hoping you can read my handwriting. I hope you can read it because I have some advice to ask from you. There is this girl that I really like, but I can't tell how she feels about me. Sometimes I think she wants me real bad, and other times its like she doesn't notice me. I just want to proclaim my love for her, perhaps through song and dance, but I am afraid she'll just think it is weird. What if she rejected me? I don't know if I could live with it.

Yours truly,
Tony Stunbucket


Now Masappers, I think this is something that has either happened or not happened to all of us, so I will publicly share my correspondence with all of you, in the hopes that Tony will benefit from my wisdom along with the rest of us.


Tony,

You seem torn up about this woman-that-should-not-be-named. I think I know who you are talking about and will keep her in strict confidence. It is pretty simple Tony. Either she loves you or she doesn't. If she doesn't love you, who knows, she may change her mind. On the flip side, she may not. The sad reality of life is that rarely do likes line up at the same time. Sometimes you may love a girl and she loves your best bud. Other times a girl loves you, and you love her sister (Awkward...). The fact is, when two people like each other at the same time, they get married or something. When you don't like each other you get divorced. Unless you weren't married, because then you can't get a divorce. What I am trying to say is that you can't let she-who-must-not-be-named get to you like this. The future will hold what the future holds. And the future is buff. It can hold all kinds of things, and it never needs to rest. For your sake, I hope the future can bench press every single dream you have. It is my pronkfully held belief that as Thomas Jefferson said, "All pronks living pronkfully within this land of pronk have the right and pronkfull duty to express themselves with pronk, in whichever pronking manner such pronk pronkingly pronks pronkfully pronkify them to pronk."

Good luck to you!
-the Voter

Talented or Not?

so you have probably heard people say that 'everyone is special.' unfortunately, this idea of everyone being special also seems to imply the converse, that 'no one is special.' so i've always thought to myself, what is so special about everyone being special? it confused me to no end as a child. fortunately, i think i might finally have an idea of what these people mean, and i'm willing to save you the confusion by sharing my findings with you.

you see, not everyone is good at everything, and most people are good at very few things. so what makes everyone 'special' is talents. and before anyone goes and says 'but i don't have any talents!' listen up: you do. now i might be talented in having a really loud voice that can probably out-yell the best of you, but that doesn't mean that i have the loudest voice in the world. (it also doesn't mean that yelling is a very admired talent). i guess what i'm saying is, compared to most people, i have a comparative advantage in the ability to make myself heard, therefore making me special. even if that was the only thing i could do well, i would be special.

some people seem to be good at everything. i used to hate those people. but not anymore. because they only have one talent: they are good at everything. now if i am good at three different things (yelling, not getting brainfreezes when i eat a slushie, and climbing trees) then i am three times more talented than the guy that is good at everything. plus, economics teaches me that comparative advantage always leaves everyone with something to do. if the guy who is good at everything wasted his time yelling and drinking slushies, who would climb the trees? or perhaps more importantly, who would cure cancer? let the guy who is good at everything become a brain surgeon, a pro b-baller, or a mother. i've got a tree to climb.



here is a guy that may or may not be talented. at least simon likes him!





regardless of how talented he is, he is still special.

Jeremy Moore
-not taking messages at the moment, he is in a tree.

Psychiatrics

Well, MASAPers, it feels like it’s been forever since I last addressed you. I mostly blame that on my girlfriend… But now I’m back, ready to give you my most recent advice. Today, I want to encourage you all to see your psychiatrist. We always talk about “normal” people and “weird” people, but if you really think about it, we’re all pretty odd. In reality, we all need help. Stephen King once said, “I think that we’re all mentally ill; those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better…” Just think briefly about all the strange and odd things that we all do. I can think of plenty that I do myself. So, I would ask each of you to make an appointment with your psychiatrist immediately to see if you can be helped at all.

Perhaps this clinic could help you out:



Here’s my last thought, a quote from a book I recently read: “You are safe inside your mind. No one can reach you there.”

Jeff Yeager
Mr. President. Potentially Crazed Psychopath. Your Mom.

Politics and Fairy Tales

Here is a true story from my childhood:

"Once upon a time there was this girl that liked to walk in the woods every day. On one particularly unusual day, she set out for her daily walk in the woods with a red hooded cape on. As she walked, she came upon a pig building his house out of twigs. The girl was a little hungry, so she asked if she could have a snack to tie her over until lunch. The pig agreed and gave her curds and whey. She hadn't been seated for long before a spider came along and scared her away, and she decided to continue her walk.

As she walked, she carried three bags of black wool--one for the master, one for the dame, and one for the little boy who lives down the lane. On her way to the little boy's house, she paused briefly to sing to seven hardworking short men. After all that was done, the girl came upon a pig trying to rebuild his house of straw. She decided that she had time to visit with this pig, so as they visited, the pig told her a story about his ten pig friends that went to various places or stayed home. At the end of his story , he stuck his thumb in a pie and pulled out a plum. He gave her some bread, and they said their goodbyes.

The girl crumbled the bread as she journeyed on through the woods and dropped some of the crumbs on the trail where she walked. She kept walking until she came to another pig's house, this time it had just barely been finished. Oddly enough, just as she arrived at the house, a wolf was blown out of the chimney with his rear end on fire! This was such a sight to see that on the hill right beside the pig's house, a boy that was fetching water fell down and caused the girl to tumble to the ground after him.

She woke up a few hours later to find a group of people standing around her. One was a wooden boy with a really long nose. He was lying profusely. No one seemed to pay him much attention, because at that moment, a young boy (with one shoe off and one shoe on) jumped over a candlestick, became tired then went to sleep under a haystack. Luckily, a man who had purportedly stolen Christmas helped her up, got her a glass of water, and patted her on the head. She was now ready to continue walking.

She thanked the pig for his hospitality and went on her way. By this time, the moon had come out, and to the girl's surprise, a cow jumped over it. She saw a dish running away with one of the pig's spoons, but there was too much cowbell for her voice to be heard over all of the ruckus. All of a sudden, she was nearly stampeded by a mob chasing a lively boy-shaped gingerbread cookie. She decided to start running to hopefully avoid any other crazy happenings. Then she remembered a special shortcut that she thought nobody else knew about...

When she came to the wall that runs through the path, she scaled it and jumped down, landing with a big 'crunch' on a big pile of broken egg shells. She was a little confused until she heard the clip-clop of all the king's horse's hooves. She continued on, she was close now! All she had to do was cross the bridge and she'd be home! The girl came to the bridge, and was halfway across, when a mean angry troll jumped up and was insistent that she could not pass. Suddenly, a big goat came charging up and bucked the troll right off the bridge into the river. She thanked the goat and moved on through the woods, arriving at home just in time to hear some guy rap at her window and cry through the lock that it was now 8 o' clock."

Kyla Rohrbough
-Fairytale Superhero Princess.

Michael Jackson

so you may have heard of elvis presley (January 8, 1935 – ?). if not, you have probably heard of 'The King.' Same thing. But the question mark that we left behind indicates an uncertainty about his death. some say he is still alive, either in a test tube, on mars, or in canada. i do not claim to know the truth on this matter, but there is one matter that i do claim to know something about:

michael jackson was a black man. he later turned white, and according to some accounts may have turned into a woman. but when he 'died' (June 25, 2009), no one questioned whether he may have continued on like elvis. if elvis was 'The King,' then certainly MJ was an even more specific type of king, probably 'The King of Pop.'

so here is the evidence that michael jackson is still alive. he was cloned 6 times and appears here in this video with all of his clones and one beat-boxing friend:

some have chosen to question this evidence, because none of MJ's clones are black. to these individuals i echo a resounding 'DUH!' michael hasn't been black for years. of course his clones wouldn't be either.

spread the word!

Jeremy Moore

-Establisher of Truth

Don't Iron Children

One of my favorite authors is Orson Scott Card. He frequently writes about very young characters who do very extraordinary things.

We need not be small children to do extraordinary things. But you must be an infant in a sweet suit if you'd like to be referred to as "Iron Baby".




WOW.

-Travis
Iron Giant

He's Barack Obama!

Dear MASAPers,

Today I’d like to show you one of the coolest videos I think I’ve ever seen. I came across it and it basically made my day. So without further ado, I present “He’s Barack Obama” by JibJab:

In other news, Iron Man is now out of a job because Barack Obama pretty much took his place. He has now joined the rest of the world’s super heroes in retirement as there is no longer a need for any of them with Obama patrolling our skies.

In other news, I also came across this other music video shortly before the Barack Obama video. I hadn’t seen this one in several years, and I’d forgotten how hilarious it was. So here is another piece of entertainment for y’all, David Hasselhoff singing Hooked on a Feeling (My favorite part is probably his dance moves at 2:13):

Jeff Yeager

Mr. President. Barack Obama. Super Hero.

The Busey Challenge

Hello Masappers, this is not Jeremy Moore, nor is it Jeff Yeager, also not Michael Sylvestre or any other MASAP admin for that matter. This is the distinguished and impeccably humble Jacob Schmidt. I'm rather irked at two things right now, one is the lack of indentation and my complete inability to change that and the second is that I already typed a long newsletter just in time for my computer to delete it.
Blast! I love indenting, why do you not let me? The subject of this message is the new group and lifestyle known as the Busey Challenge. Some of you may have been invited, some may have been called squidbrain and others aren't lucky enough to know what I'm talking about, those very same people are also annoyed that I wont get around to telling them for at least three lines of type because I'm rambling and you're not my english teacher so I don;t have to listen to anything you tell mea bout comma splices and run on sentences or how I used a semi colon instead of an apostrophe when spelling the word don;t.

The Busey Challenge is a concept I started after seeing an interview with actor and self proclaimed prophet Garry Busey in which he threatened to pull the reporter's endocrine system out of his body and use it as a hat. I then challenged myself and a few others to use this threat in an ordinary situation. The idea took off and then expanded to a face book group that you can find and join today:

The Busey Challenge

I will be posting a new crazy quote to use each week and I will take any suggestions on other crazy people besides Gary Busey to feature.

That will be all except this video... and another one too.





Jacob Schmidt
-Busey enthusiast, squidbrain, and one man-wrecking crew