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Confessions of a Hero: Pudi Funny
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For the Moments I Feel Weak. A Good Nights Rest. Quis Custodiet Ipsos Custodes. 7 Hours to Live. With Broken Toes and Frosted Nose. Published by no superman on Friday, October 30, 2009 at 12:25 PM. No I'm a bat. I am Batman. Or am I? Yes I am Batman. Happy Halloween.". Abed (Danny Pudi) from NBC's Community as Batman. Responses to “Pudi Funny”. I guess you can call me one of the "good-guys". A super-hero. But without the mask, who am I? For the Moments I Feel Weak. A Good Nights Rest. 7 Hours to Live.
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Confessions of a Hero: February 2008
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Published by no superman on Thursday, February 28, 2008 at 10:49 PM. DittoWhen someone confesses something, it's usually done in a passionate way - a cathartic cry to calm whatever cognitive dissonance echoes inside them. They let it all out. These days, I haven't written much of anything. And I could say something to myself like, "Oh, well there's nothing much to write about these days anyway." But that'd be a lie. My life is anything but. So why then haven't I "been to confession"? I'm still waiting fo...
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derrilickt: December 2007
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Published by Derrick on Monday, December 31, 2007 at 4:45 PM. Well guys, it's almost over. 2007 will become a mere figment of the past for us in a couple of hours while 2008 takes its rightful place in our calendars, planners, and datebooks(? Anyway, this year has been a bumpy ride of ups and downs for me where it ultimately ends well. It will definetly be one of those years I'll remember. And so, in my effort to end the year with a little music, I present to you my playlist of 2007:. Cute is What We Aim.
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derrilickt: another reason for me to get the iphone
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Cai guo qiangs i want to believe. Michelangelo in a can. Vintage tube amplifier. oh yeah, its also an ipod. Achmed the dead terrorist. Random bollywood clip #2. Random bollywood clip #1. Another reason for me to get the iphone. Published by Derrick on Sunday, January 20, 2008 at 2:37 PM. Here's another reason why I desparately need an iphone. Shinya Kasatani has developed PocketGuitar where you can freaking play on a virtual touchscreen guitar. AHH! 10:34 AM, March 31, 2008. Did you actually get one?
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derrilickt: December 2008
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Published by Derrick on Tuesday, December 09, 2008 at 11:40 PM. I'm actually gonna use this knowing full well barely any of my friends use it. Finals MONTH is almost over =] I can't believe I finished a full semester of nursing. It flew by like a breeze! Three more semesters and I can start working and go back to working on my art history masters. I've made so many friends in this school though, SON 2010! Yesterday was my one year anniversary with annberrylicious! Happy ONE year my dear! OH WHAT IS THIS?
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Confessions of a Hero: Quis Custodiet Ipsos Custodes
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7 Hours to Live. With Broken Toes and Frosted Nose. The End of the Beginning. Sleepless in New York. Quis Custodiet Ipsos Custodes. Published by no superman on Monday, July 28, 2008 at 1:53 AM. I haven't had a good dream in weeks. All I dream about is about life on the streets. Lucid visions of me, running around from call to call. This is a lot harder than I thought. I mean, I thought I would get used to all this running around at night, but I don't think so. I can't even dream a damn decent dream.
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Confessions of a Hero: December 2007
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In a Perfect World. Published by no superman on Tuesday, December 18, 2007 at 3:19 AM. In a perfect world, what would you do? No one would get hurt. No one would get sick. What would you do? A friend brought it up to me that I should be a writer. I thought about it, and it wouldn't be such a bad idea. Writing, especially about something I felt passionate about felt so natural. Lately, I've taken a shot at writing music again. I've got melodies hammered out - but these days, I'm lost for words. Ma...But a...
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Confessions of a Hero: Weak-sauce
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7 Hours to Live. With Broken Toes and Frosted Nose. The End of the Beginning. Sleepless in New York. In a Perfect World. Published by no superman on Friday, July 18, 2008 at 2:32 AM. I think I know a bit more about what's going on -. But 1) There's no one to "unload" on because they're so busy with self-absorbed with their own shit. And 2) I hate coming off as some weak-ass punk who can't hack it. Who the hell can somebody help someone else, when they can't even help themselves? Underneath this mask, I'm...
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Confessions of a Hero: May 2008
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Published by no superman on Thursday, May 8, 2008 at 7:09 PM. It's been months since I finished my certification. And after all this time job-hunting (more like job-"begging"), including a brief period when I thought marketing was more up my alley, I finally landed something. Ladies and gentleman, girls and boys, your friendly neighborhood hero has finally landed an EMT position! Money's short. Money's very short. Debts are stacking up higher and higher. I was getting desperate. Really. Then one afternoo...
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Confessions of a Hero: March 2008
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7 Hours to Live. Published by no superman on Wednesday, March 26, 2008 at 1:02 AM. Today was going to be my day. And life or fate or destiny or whatever anthropomorphized summation of existence wasn't going to give it to me - so I carpe'd it, myself. Started it off with a hair-cut. "La-dee-fucking-da", right? Or did he come out here? I should ask him. I wonder where I'll go to next once he's done cutting hair. A little dark, but what about when he dies. Will I know? I'll be the first to admit that I'm no...
