6.02.2006
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12.31.2005
M.I. on My Space!!!
M.I. now has there very own page on My Space!!!
just click the link below to go directly to the Mission IMPROVable My Space page.
http://www.myspace.com/40035438
You can also go to myspace.com and do a search for Mission IMPROVable.
See you there!
just click the link below to go directly to the Mission IMPROVable My Space page.
http://www.myspace.com/40035438
You can also go to myspace.com and do a search for Mission IMPROVable.
See you there!
10.17.2005
Rock on, Mr. Corey
We just returned from an oh-so-fun-but-all-too-short tour across this great land of ours. We traveled first to my homeland of Indiana, where we rocked the city of Kokomo (we got there fast, then we took it slow). From there it was just a fifteen-hour jaunt up the road to Andover, just outside of Boston (Massachusetts' state motto: Yankees Suck). We rounded out the trip with a stop in Cobleskill, NY and one in Easton, PA. Pennsylvania is a beautiful land, but I have a theory it's run by five-year-old children, because it's the state from which we get all our Hershey chocolate and all our Crayola crayons.
But the highlight, for this agent, was a stop in Salem, Massachusetts, home of those selfsame witch trials. While we were there, we visited two haunted houses and one "witch museum."
It was in Salem in 1692 that 150 people were accused of witchcraft and 19 of them were hanged. One man, a Mr. Giles Corey, was actually tortured to death by being "pressed." A wooden board was placed on top of him, and then rocks were piled on top one by one. The stubborn Corey refused to confess to being a witch. He did, however, have the following things to say:
But the highlight, for this agent, was a stop in Salem, Massachusetts, home of those selfsame witch trials. While we were there, we visited two haunted houses and one "witch museum."
It was in Salem in 1692 that 150 people were accused of witchcraft and 19 of them were hanged. One man, a Mr. Giles Corey, was actually tortured to death by being "pressed." A wooden board was placed on top of him, and then rocks were piled on top one by one. The stubborn Corey refused to confess to being a witch. He did, however, have the following things to say:
Unh... stop... I left my keys in pocket...You guys are dicks! You said we were gonna get
stoned!Do you know what I think? I think you have a crush on
me.Is this what you'd call a rock Corey? But seriously, guys,
thanks a ton.Hey, who am I? "Yo, Adrian!"
Is this a pilates class? 'Cause you sure did 'pilates' rocks
on me! Heh... heh... it hurts to laugh.
9.21.2005
Jag






I had one day decided with some friends at work to resurrect the phrase "jag" which was a term from growing up out east that was slang for calling someone a jerk off. It is a light hearted name to call someone when they are teasing you or causing you grief, i.e. "you're a huge jag" or "cut it out jag". This had morphed into finding fun ways of calling each other a jag like "you're a jaggamuffin" or a "jag and the beanstalk". This has led to the pictures you see above, I used my own image so as not to make anyone else feel like a jag. I hope you enjoyed them and if you can think of other movies this would work with, add them here.
Agent Masquerade
9.06.2005
Scary Mary
The past few days, the five of us have been staying in Duluth, MN. It's a gorgeous port city on the edge of Lake Superior, with so much to offer. We performed at both U of M Duluth and St. Scholastica College. The shows were only two hours apart, UMD at 6pm and Scholastica at 8pm. It was so much fun to run from one great audience to another without time to breathe. What we do before and after shows can be so entertaining as well. During the Scholastica show we got a suggestion of "Scary Mary", which is a statue somewhere on campus. Not fully knowing what "Scary Mary" was all about, we used it in the show. The results were just shy of Genius. After the show some students took us on a "Stand By Me" quest to the statue of "Scary Mary". 12 of us walked in clusters past the residence halls, past the soccer fields, into the woods, under the blanket of night. About thirty feet into the woods, where not a single light from campus shined, was a clearing. There in front of us floated a hazy statue that seemed to be glowing (simply because it was white). Had I been alone I would more than likely have shit my pants. Turns out old "Mary" is Jesus with his arms spread open, and the "Scary" part comes from the upper classmen who jump at you from behind the shadows. Nonetheless, the statue served its purpose of scaring religion into me, the good old Catholic church.
