Legends of LiveJournal

Penguins

2006-10-19T13:56:00.000-07:00

Two penguins are hanging out on an ice shelf.

PENGUIN #1: You're dressed up.
PENGUIN #2: I'm going to a wedding later.
PENGUIN #1: Who's getting married?
PENGUIN #2: My sister.
PENGUIN #1: Oh, well, congratulations!
PENGUIN #2: I know you slept with her.
PENGUIN #1: What?
PENGUIN #2: Stay away from her, man.
PENGUIN #1: I haven't talked to her in months, all right?
PENGUIN #2: How do you think she feels about that?
PENGUIN #1: Uh, I don't know.
PENGUIN #2: She had to have an abortion, you know.
PENGUIN #1: Oh man, I'm sorry.
PENGUIN #2: (laughs) I'm just kidding.
PENGUIN #1: What?
PENGUIN #2: She didn't get an abortion. The baby froze to death.
PENGUIN #1: Oh.
PENGUIN #2: Well, I better get going. The wedding's in Texas.
PENGUIN #1: Texas?
PENGUIN #2: Yeah, I know.
PENGUIN #1: Make sure your tux doesn't shrink!
PENGUIN #2: (laughs)

Jump in my Car

2006-07-10T12:08:00.000-07:00

Welcome to the Jong-Il!

2006-07-10T09:49:00.000-07:00

License2JongIll is BACK!

http://users.livejournal.com/kim_jong_il__/

Hey Mark,

2006-06-22T08:15:00.000-07:00

How's Paris?

Signed,
Christine

666!

2006-06-06T07:08:00.000-07:00

In honor of 666 today, I am going to do the following:

*Go to the dentist.
*Do some work.
*Maybe watch a Woody Allen movie.
*Eat at Subway.
*Sleep.

All of these are clearly signs of the apocalypse.

more like the lion pansy

2006-06-04T10:07:00.000-07:00

I watched part of "The Lion King" last night. Here are some observations:

*In that one part where old Simba is laying down looking at the stars, a cloud of dust floats up in the air, and yes, it most definitely spells the word "sex."

*Somehow, JTT (Jonathan Taylor Thomas) and his wascally voice does not pose as much of a threat to girls liking him over me anymore. I think I can safely assume that Brigitte does not prefer an 11 year old boy portraying a tiny, adorable (and I mean ADORABLE! Especially when he's a little baby lion and the monkey thing puts some coconut stuff on his forehead.) lion. Or does she?

*This movie is chock full of metaphors and allegories on life that I never picked up on when I was 11 and saw this movie. Maybe it's because I was so preoccupied with my hatred of Simba. Or, more appropriately, JTT.

*Darth Vader is Simba's father? Worst/best casting choice ever.

*Aladdin is still way better, as it contains none of that "message" crap.

this shall be the new giant Minneapolis public subsidized building

2006-06-03T08:41:00.000-07:00

The six-story baseball/good TV show museum, complete with rooms that you can go into where you literally are inside the best of the best, a giant library full of books that are actually about TV shows, and a lazy river that you can float around in. At least it came to me in my dreams last night.

Dear Minneapolis, cancel the stadium thing. We need a museum. Of TV shows. And the 1991 Minnesota Twins.

Extending the Archives

2006-06-02T14:34:00.000-07:00

Now, thanks to this post, you can browse through Legends history and see that someone posted something in June 2006.

Something substantive to satisfy your troubled mind: a sentence.

An unlucky octogenarian eats eleven oranges intrepidly every hour.

It's not a tongue twister, but try saying it three times fast. I haven't tried it, but I bet it's hard.

Worth Consideration

2006-05-16T14:16:00.000-07:00

I wish the world was a blog. I would eat my lunch, and the ground beneath my chair beneath me would contain some words about my lunch-eating experience. I would cross the street, and in my footsteps there would be letters in a large and shapely font that said, "FOOT." I would climb a tree, and the tree woud suddenly be full of posts about how much fun it is to climb a tree, and how it's especially adventurous when I pretend I'm a daredevil, and how I should really wear a helmet in case I fell. After all that, I would go home for relief from the world-blog and fall asleep to calming posts about lullabies and white noise.

2006-05-15T09:52:00.000-07:00

At this point, me not posting on this blog has become simply rebellious.

But I think I've sowed my wild oats.

Fact of the day:
Thailand means "land of the free."

If Grass Could Talk

2006-05-11T12:04:00.000-07:00

Two blades of grass stand beside each other in a farm field among many other blades of grass. Everything is quiet.

"Do you ever really take the time to look at people?"
"No. I don't have eyes."
"You know what I mean."
"No I don't. I don't have a brain."
"Just shut up and listen to me."
"I can't. I don't have a mouth."

Everything is quiet again.

Now, if grass could stop being so damned literal and have a real conversation.

"Do you ever really take the time to look at people?"
"I don't like to look up. Makes me dizzy."
"But you've noticed their arms, right?"
"Only when they grabbed Jimmy."
"Yeah. That was a sad day."
"I miss Jimmy."
"Me too. But anyway, have you ever wondered why we don't have arms?"
"Not really. I've never wanted to pick anything up."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"I wanna pick stuff up all the time."
"Well...tough luck."

Happy Birthday, Hitler!

2006-04-20T09:16:00.000-07:00

A Play in Two Acts

Act I
A street in Berlin

HEINRICH: Did you know it's Hitler's birthday today?
RUDOLF: Yes I did, in fact.
HEINRICH: I wonder why we don't do anything to celebrate.
RUDOLF: Celebrating Hitler's birthday? Are you insane?
HEINRICH: Yes I am!

Brief dance number

HEINRICH: Ah, dancing.
RUDOLF: It truly is the nectar of the Gods.
HEINRICH: This is a good way to celebrate, no?
RUDOLF: Dancing?
HEINRICH: Yes. Hitler would have outlawed dancing.
RUDOLF: Really?
HEINRICH: I don't know.
RUDOLF: Then why did you say that?
HEINRICH: I like to make things up.
RUDOLF: You shouldn't do that to history.
HEINRICH: Do I look like a historian to you, Rudolf?
RUDOLF: Historians don't really have a distinctive look.

Act II
Israel

METHUZELAH: Thank God Hitler's dead.
ZECHARAIAH: Not soon enough.
METHUZELAH: This heat is killing me.
ZECHARAIAH: That's not funny.
METHUZELAH: What? What's not funny?
ZECHARAIAH: Forget it.
METHUZELAH: Oy, the heat.
ZECHARAIAH: But this is the promised land.
METHUZELAH: And look what it does to my equilibrium.
ZECHARAIAH: Wait, did you know it was Hitler's birthday today?
METHUZELAH: Did you say it's Mitzah's birthday?
ZECHARAIAH: Nevermind.

Further down the road

NEVA: It's Mitzah's birthday today.
GOLDA: Are you having a party for her?
NEVA: No, she lives in America.
GOLDA: Good for her.
NEVA: Yes. It's much too hot here.
GOLDA: Let's go swimming.
NEVA: Hooray!

O Yay Thee Ballgame

2006-04-19T21:08:00.000-07:00

We attended the ballgame. It was a game made of balls, and cooked sausages, filled with tomato-flavored factory induced sauce, chopped pickles, diced onions, and mustard. Oh yes, there was mustard. And two out of three legends were there.

Beach balls were tossed into the artifical wind. Cellular phones were spoken into. Non-disabled people sat in the disabled section. (Maybe they were disabled, though...the mental kind of disablement, and the mental disablement that one could easily be cured for were one not a total jackass. Or jackasses.)

Leads were blown, pitches were thrown belt-high, doubles were hit against the baggie...Ten Runs Were Scored by the Angels in the Outfield. (Sans Danny Glover, Christopher Lloyd, and, of course, Tony Danza.)

And the home team came home the victors.

Oh yes. What a bizarre night.

And there was still an empty seat in the Legends throne.

Double Your Pleasure

2006-04-11T14:45:00.000-07:00

I was just about to post something about how nobody posts here anymore when I discovered that someone had posted here already today.

Two posts in one day on the Legends blog.

This is ground-breaking. Earth-shattering. Floor-splitting. Ink-spilling. Mouth-opening. And such'n'such.

Now let's all take a step back, pause, and enjoy.

An Ode to Mr. Goodbar

2006-04-11T10:55:00.000-07:00

O! Mr. Goodbar
Thine group of peanuts covered in delectable fudge
Why do they call thee Goodbar?

Thine cluster of peanuts surrounded by the pride of Columbia
(pride of Columbia that isnt the white powder that goes in the nose boy that feels good just inhaling it and the blood drips and drippppppssssss)
Why must thee call it "Good"?

Thus must be bequeathed a proper handle:
Mr. Mediocrebar

my post-modern cubicle.

2006-03-10T12:55:00.000-08:00

My file cabinet collapsed this afternoon. My papers went flying everywhere.

Now, when I look to my left, I see a sideways file cabinet, with no files in it. It's very post-modern.

Man, I am the most hip tax accountant in the world.

Rejuvenating the Legends

2006-02-17T09:47:00.000-08:00

I posted this in the literature forum I'm obsessed with. The subject was "Write a Really Really Short Story in 50 Words or Less."

"I'm gonna build a really tall statue. A monument."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"Because you're not an architect. Because you're broke. Because nobody cares."
"Shut up. It's my lifelong dream."
"I bet you just made it up now."
"So what if I did?"
"You're an idiot."
"It's gonna be Bob Saget."

a fond fairwell to a friend

2006-02-11T13:19:00.000-08:00

As I sit in training for my job, I recall a dramatic moment between myself and a special somebody who was very close to me...

I was looking up and realized that a piece of my hair had come out and was floating in the air. I blew on it gently and it went up toward the ceiling.

Goodbye, friend. See you in the dust particles of this building.

an every day occurrence

2006-01-24T09:43:00.000-08:00

Every day at work, I hear somebody talking, and I think, "Whoa, is that Alan Alda? He sounds just like Alan Alda! I can't believe Alan Alda works here!"

Then I turn around, and see somebody who is not Alan Alda.

hey idiots!

2006-01-24T06:44:00.000-08:00

Walking down stairs is easier than walking on a regular floor. Escalators are designed to allow people to walk up and down stairs faster. Therefore, you can walk down stairs and, not only will you be at your destination quicker, but it's EASY because you're walking down stairs.

ARGH!

an announcement -- non-legends need not heed

2006-01-23T20:53:00.000-08:00

The Legends will get Ben's couch at Mark's Super Bowl/Birthday party at Ben's apartment and everyone else sits on the FLOOR!

Birthday Trivia

2006-01-20T14:51:00.000-08:00

Charles Nelson Riley and Orlando Bloom share the same birthday. Coincidence? I think not.

I DO suck

2006-01-18T11:04:00.000-08:00

and here's why.

So yesterday I had cuffed pants on. I was leaving the break room walking down a normally well populated hallway, when all of a sudden my right foot got caught in my left leg cuff. Down I went, face first, palms burning from the friction of them and the carpet.

I was up in less than 2 seconds, looked around, saw that absolutely no one was around. How had this gone unnoticed? This is normally the time where several people come up to me and say "are you okay??" and I sheepishly respond "yes, haha, yes..."

But that didn't happen. No one saw. That's not right! So I told a couple of my coworkers, and now the blogiverse.

Thank you Ben for remindind me how much I suck.

The Lazies of Livejournal

2006-01-17T16:20:00.000-08:00

Hey Legends,

We suck butt.

In My Journeys Abroad, I Have Made One Giant Observation...

2006-01-07T16:41:00.000-08:00

The Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese is gross. It has way too much meat.

Today is a song by some band I've never heard of.

2005-12-27T14:50:00.000-08:00

Today I made up some words. They are:

Roundingvillephabet
Usurpathonmonbon
Northhamptonkyonky
Preherbamamdatory
Unfitferuitrients

I used the first two in sentences. Like so:

"Is today Roundingvillephabet?"
"No, you buffoon, it's Usurpathonmonbon!"

The Dreamworld

2005-12-19T14:30:00.000-08:00

Last night I dreamt that I wrote a book (it was called "The Door Warrior," whatever that means), but I only wrote part of it. I guess I sent it in for publication when I only had 40 pages done, and since I didn't have it copyrighted, some jerk at the publishing company decided to finish it himself. The copyright notice inside the book said something about how every word, idea, and thought that appeared in the book was copyrighted by the jerk, whose name was like Michael H. Really-long-name-beginning-with-the-letter-C.

In my semi-sleepified state, I told myself that people can't copyright ideas. But in my current and slightly more aware state, I realize that I should start copyrighting ideas up and down and then sue writers left and right. Then I'd have all the directions covered.

2005-12-15T14:21:00.000-08:00

Hey Everybody!

I just went down yonder on the chatahooch.

And decided to spend the several hours before my hardest final looking at people's blogs! On the chattahooch!

Something tells me that in Minnetonka I won't be seeing Pandas do squat. Or anything else!

The Slower You Go, the Sooner You Die

2005-12-14T15:41:00.000-08:00

Today on my way home from work, I got stuck behind of all things a cement-mixing truck (or at least cement-mixing-truck-shaped). It was going obnoxiously slow, maxing out at about 25.

If you ask me, cement-mixing trucks of all varieties of trucks should not have to worry about being cautious. If you spin out or tip over or something, it's not like you'll explode or anything. Nor will anyone around you be seriously hurt; the cement will just slow them down. Plus it would just be cool to have cement spill everywhere.

So my message to the cement-mixing truck driver is: Quit your job and start a rap career.

something amazing

2005-12-14T07:21:00.000-08:00

On my walk through the skyway to work today, I discovered something I've never seen before:

POLAR BEARS WALKING ON THE TIGHT ROPE.

What a world we live in!

a cryptic note designated for Ben

2005-12-12T12:34:00.000-08:00

Ben,

I have recently discovered that the place that I will be working at features free service to the place that you are working at. Which means, of course, I will be calling about every five minutes, demanding that I get attention from you.

SUCKERS!

Mark

Wearing Shoes

2005-12-12T06:33:00.000-08:00

I always have trouble in the morning picking out which pair of shoes to wear. Usually I can just pick which pair best matches my outfit, but today it was different. I chose my shoes based on which pair was easiest to put on while eating cereal.

The Latest Development

2005-12-09T12:02:00.000-08:00

So instead of posting what I originally wrote here, I'll tell you what just happened to me right now.

I was about to google "tallest person" so that I could see whether or not he played basketball, but instead of typing "tallest person" into a Google bar, I typed it straight into the bar where you type the website. Somehow, several results showed up, and nearly all of these were titled "NO SHEEP!"

What do a lack of sheep and great height have in common? Complete and utter boredom.

I Had A Dream...

2005-12-07T14:05:00.000-08:00

So in between hits on the snooze alarm, I had a dream that I was hangin' out in my garage (like I usually do) and I found, in the garage, the latest toy craze that is sure to get the kids a-shoppin':

CACTUS BALL.

I thought the Cactus Ball was really cool, until I touched it. Then, it just plain hurt.

Whoever thought Cactus Ball was a good idea was SORE-ly mistaken. (What a pun!)

Really Long Story

2005-12-06T13:52:00.000-08:00

This actually happened to a friend of a friend, but I'm going to tell it as if it happened to me.

So I was driving home from some dirtwater burg is southern Minnesota in my dad's big ugly truck when BAM! I smacked right into a pig. A real porker. Killed it dead with front end of that big ugly truck. I looked around, thinking this hog may have strayed from its home pig farm, but there were no pig farms nor other pigs in sight.

What do you with a dead pig in the middle of southern Minnesota? It seemed like the only right thing to do was take it down the road to the nearest farm to apologize and whatnot. I knocked on this farmer's door, told him I killed a pig down the road, and he says to me, "Why, we gon' have to butcher that piggy!" "We?" I asked. "Why, 'course, son. I'll send you off with some nice cuts!"

Well, we strung that swine up on a deer hook and gutted it out in that farmer's shed. He quick treated some of the meat for me, and I was off again, now four pork chops and a few bacon strips richer.

Not five minutes after I left that farm, I get pulled over by the local sheriff. "You kill a pig a ways back down this road here?" he asks me. I didn't know how he could have known, but I fessed up. Apparently this officer of the law knew my name, address, driver's license number, and social security code too, and he didn't even ask for my license.

"How do you know all this stuff about me?" I asked.

He said to me,

"The pig squealed."

can someone please...

2005-12-05T10:23:00.000-08:00

Can someone please explain to me the reason for the existence of cherry tomatoes?

Not that I'm talking them down; I think they're great.

Clint Eastwood

2005-12-05T09:54:00.000-08:00

Seriously you guys, when did he get so frightening?

Big Orange Snowsuit

2005-11-30T06:37:00.000-08:00

This morning, as I was hanging up my coat in the coat closet, I saw a big orange snowsuit hanging up in there as well. A big orange snowsuit. At a big boring corporation. Who does that?

The really interesting thing is that I've never looked in that corner of the closet before, so that big orange snowsuit may have been there forever. It may be home to all the mice I see running around on the floor or to the bats that occasionally dive at us in our cubes. It may be host to more mysteries than I can count!

But mostly it reminded me of the orange piccolo man from Madison. For a second I thought he moved to Minneapolis and got a job as a clinical psychologist at my insurance company. But who does that?

legends have dreams, too.

2005-11-29T15:04:00.000-08:00

Last night, I dreamed that I was walking down this big hill and I realized that I was in Sweden with my good friend, Jose Canseco. When we got to the bottom of the hill, we realized the town was submerged in water and we had to jump to different parts of land that were sticking out of the water.

Lucky for us, there was some Swedish girl who knew her way around town and was also swimming around in a bikini. She and Jose jumped into the water and started swimming around. I couldn't swim, so I had to jump far to get back onto the land.

I lost them, so I looked around town. I walked into a room, and they were in there, and apparently they had become a couple. I yelled, "C'mon, Jose, we gotta go, we've gotta get out of Sweden."

When I said that, I thought to myself, "Man, it's weird having a friend named Jose."

She wears her heart on her sleeve

2005-11-23T00:56:00.000-08:00

Every time I tune into Clueless, the tv show, it's that episode where her boyfriend dies in a drunk driving accident. Seriously, every time. Clueless is so depressing.

I'm in Nevada!

Restless Leg

2005-11-21T14:25:00.000-08:00

Has anyone ever heard of "Restless Leg Syndrome"? Sounds like a 60s B-movie about an anarchist gang called the Restless Leg that invents a disease the wipes out the entire population of Earth except for Charlton Heston, some other dude, and that girl from Barbarella all on some deserted island. At one point Charlton Heston gets shot and eaten by monkeys. Then Barbarella and the other dude are rescued by surfer astronauts from the future.

somtimes

2005-11-21T05:39:00.000-08:00

Sometimes, Legends even lose their keys.

And then, sometimes, Legends, after tearing their entire apartment apart, find their keys underneath table cloths that Legends thought they had already checked.

And then, somtimes, Legends don't ever want to lose things again.

I WANT TO KNOW!

2005-11-18T11:15:00.000-08:00

Did anybody ever really get beaten up for their lunch money?

only on laguna beach

2005-11-17T15:01:00.000-08:00

Only on Laguna Beach could there be a "previously on" that features a girl yelling "YOU ARE SUCH A WHORE!" to the backdrop of inspirational pitter-patter-piano music.

Ah, Laguna Beach, you are the best.

The Last Fifteen Minutes

2005-11-17T14:46:00.000-08:00

I wish there was a way to make time go faster. I think this would have to be a variant of the time machine, and I think it would work like so. First you travel forward in time to the time you wish it would be. Once there, you hang out with your future self for a while, which would be totally awesome because future self + present self = most fun ever. And by the time you're done hanging out, you can travel back to your present time, and all those minutes you were waiting to pass are GONE! Sure, you may not have existed for a certain block of time, but you don't care, cuz you're about to hang out with your past self!

somebody get this freakin' duck away from me.

2005-11-17T06:57:00.000-08:00

Here's a tip to the entire world -- don't park your car in a no parking zone and then not check on it for a few days, because to get your car back, you a)have to pay a lot of money, and b)stand in the cold in a crappy building for a long time, and c)scrape the thick ice off the windshield of your car.

Just don't do it. Tell them I told you.

the combover, in visual form.

2005-11-16T08:45:00.000-08:00

two observations.

2005-11-15T20:27:00.000-08:00

1) Hey baldies who grow a combover: give it up! You're bald. Combovers look terrible.

2) There's a type of popcorn by Pop Secret called "Home Style". By "home style," they really mean "loaded with salt and butter." Instead of calling it "home style," they should just call it what it is -- FREAKING DELICIOUS.

On the lap: PUN!

2005-11-15T14:43:00.000-08:00

As I have nothing to do and ended up looking down toward my feet, I discovered that my lap was missing, and this got me pondering about the nature of the lap. Here are my thoughts collected in a form for easy absorption.

-People don't talk about their laps very much.
-The lap is much too inactive. It ought to learn to dance.
-The lap is the only part of my body that I cannot figure out how to make produce sound.
-The lap is actually an arbitrary construct and therefore illusory.
-Taller people do not necessarily have bigger laps.
-Lap surface area is directly proportional to athletic ability.
-There is no such thing as lap cancer or cancer of the lap.
-It is highly unlikely that one would rig the lap with an explosive.
-If other animals had laps, they would also be superintelligent.
-You cannot store things in your lap like a kangaroo pouch.
-All laps require knees, but not all knees can produce laps.

criminy!

2005-11-14T21:22:00.000-08:00

I just found a peanut stuck to a raisin sitting in the middle of my living room floor.

man alive

2005-11-13T22:01:00.000-08:00

My shower in my apartment was about to explode today, I think. Turns out that some thing inside the thing that you use to turn it on and off was busted, but my shower was on for about three hours this afternoon. It was nuts, I tell you.

Almost as nuts as the Duff Sisters' doing a movie together!

The Duff sisters unite

2005-11-13T21:31:00.000-08:00

I cannot contain my excitement.

Famous Daves and Libraries.

2005-11-12T15:43:00.000-08:00

I like to think of this blog as a place where I offer up my advice to the world reading.

Do yourselves a favor, world, do not bring Famous Daves to the library.

Hallucinating

2005-11-11T09:44:00.000-08:00

There is a picture of a baby on a calendar in my coworker's cube. When I take my glasses off, the baby looks like a giraffe. This makes me think that this baby is actually a giraffe in disguise, which makes me think that all babies are actually giraffes in disguise. Beware.

Stripes

2005-11-11T09:30:00.000-08:00

Why have I never seen a horizontal stripe on a shirt? Oh wait, I have.

plus, a true story.

2005-11-10T21:32:00.000-08:00

So, I got a land line for my apartment, right? So anyway, I picked a number that I thought would be really easy to remember (I won't divulge it for fear of more annoying people getting it, but let's just say it has a lot of 1's in a row) but turns out was used in the past by some hospital.

So, the last week or so, people have called pretty much every morning at about 7:30 asking if this is the ear nose and throat doctor, or, my personal favorite, if this was the gastro and urology wing of the hospital. I say to you people, screw you, let me sleep, you jerks.

Oh, people who call me early in the morning with a wrong number. You are idiots.

what is that stuff?

2005-11-10T21:30:00.000-08:00

You know the feeling you get when you don't brush your teeth, and it's all kinda filmy on your teeth?

What IS that stuff?

Anybody?

The Triune Force is now Complete

2005-11-10T15:30:00.000-08:00

I am here. Ta da.

But this can't all be about inflating my ego, so I submit to you this sudden idea:

Pancakes and waffles: is a combination possible? I answer no. The waffle is actually a texured pancake. Your thoughts?

Out.

what you hear on the streets is true.

2005-11-10T15:19:00.000-08:00

Yes, it is indeed true.

When I use a dual monitor computer, I need to have two internet browsers open, so I feel like the two monitors are balanced out. If I have one browser open and an open desktop on the other, I feel so out of whack that I can't concentrate on anything.

Speaking of Ben's personal post about short term memory loss, I do think it's a funny topic to talk about.

So, yes, I can't stand it when I only have one browser open. I need the balance!

You know what's hilarious? Short term memory loss.

My first post!

2005-11-10T12:46:00.000-08:00

Its true that people smell. If you wait until the fortnight to shower, you will smell bad.

Well, today I was sitting on the bus when a primly dressed elderly woman entered. I was sitting way in the back, but the moment she hit that first step this delightful smell of baby powder and lilacs invaded my nose. I use the word "delightful" loosely as I don't like the smell of either baby powder or lilacs. But I'll tell you one thing, I definitely knew where it was coming from.

LEGENDS.

2005-11-10T12:40:00.000-08:00

We are legends. We are the greatest.

You know what I love? Parmesan cheese. Did you know that it melts if you get it hot enough? I did not know that until today. The kind that you get in a can and put in your refridgerator can MELT. MELT!

This journal is dedicated to the Legends of LiveJournal, the ones who escaped with our humility and our humble natures. Yes, LiveJournal is much worse off without our presence, and we are much better off by starting this Legends' blog.

In fact, I am going to announce the Legends Awards show. Guess who wins all the awards?! WE DO.