tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60997883953028072442012-02-16T09:00:28.168-08:00Vishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09012708168045360818noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099788395302807244.post-70283267677957755992010-01-13T00:12:00.000-08:002010-01-13T01:05:53.550-08:00All 5 of you that look at this once a month must be so worried. Is Vis still in Hwood? Rest assured that 2010 is the year where you can expect me to update this at least 6 times every 8 months. Anyways, I will leave you with one thought. <div>Why can't life just be filled with rooms where diamonds seem to float motionless around you, where people are dancing crazy addictive dances in silly outfits, and there are giant googlie eyes on every man, woman and child? I'm just looking for a world were you can roll up draggin a polar bear's fur complete with the head and light some crazy golden jawed guy on fire and then lay next to his charred bones smoking a cig wearing a sparkin bra. Ok? I guess I'm just a dreamer.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:10px;"><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099788395302807244-7028326767795775599?l=visinhwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09012708168045360818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099788395302807244.post-6909548804672666762009-07-26T20:50:00.001-07:002009-07-26T20:56:18.014-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0Dy1LF9kuc/Sm0kRTdCI4I/AAAAAAAAACk/4LczKVOCyO8/s1600-h/lloohan072609_26.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0Dy1LF9kuc/Sm0kRTdCI4I/AAAAAAAAACk/4LczKVOCyO8/s320/lloohan072609_26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362982610966553474" /></a>Lils looks upset. I'm guessing its because she got stuck with the green ring pop. What flavor is that? Apple? Thats the worst freakin one. Where is the cherry one at? But hey its good to see that giant candy rings are in fashion right now. Lets do this.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099788395302807244-690954880467266676?l=visinhwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09012708168045360818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099788395302807244.post-28662265600218731192009-07-11T00:25:00.000-07:002009-07-11T00:53:01.314-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0Dy1LF9kuc/SlhEueDzjeI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z66NgONyry4/s1600-h/Ry+as+gl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0Dy1LF9kuc/SlhEueDzjeI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z66NgONyry4/s320/Ry+as+gl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357107321890901474" /></a><br />Looks like Ry is trading in an engagement ring from Sandy for a magical green ring from a crazy lil alien. To be honest I don't know anything about the Green Lantern but the moral of this story is if you want to be in the next summer blockbuster you better hope Sandy B proposes to you in your next movie. Just sayin.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099788395302807244-2866226560021873119?l=visinhwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09012708168045360818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099788395302807244.post-40051229178421308062009-07-08T00:02:00.000-07:002009-07-08T00:22:57.097-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0Dy1LF9kuc/SlRFevR4E3I/AAAAAAAAABY/kBI8QXjGX3U/s1600-h/ap090707018355__oPt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0Dy1LF9kuc/SlRFevR4E3I/AAAAAAAAABY/kBI8QXjGX3U/s320/ap090707018355__oPt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355982251240199026" /></a><br />Rest in Peace MJ...wait...that's Corey Feldman! At MJ's memorial dressed like MJ! You know what, I think old C Feld is on to something here. I don't get why more people don't dress like the people they are mourning the loss of. It is the ultimate tribute. I think it would be super neat if everyone at my funeral was dressed in iconic outfits from my life. Think about it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099788395302807244-4005122917842130806?l=visinhwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09012708168045360818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099788395302807244.post-33033269956636808872009-07-07T23:31:00.000-07:002009-07-08T00:30:29.505-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0Dy1LF9kuc/SlRD_si7wVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5OkZ8HWIH7Y/s1600-h/meg%26bay.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0Dy1LF9kuc/SlRD_si7wVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5OkZ8HWIH7Y/s320/meg%26bay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355980618418864466" /></a><br />Mikey Bay's version of an audition is to get his starlets to lather up and wash his frickin car, so I hear. Good one brah. PS. It seems like everyone is just trying to give Meg Fox a rose these days. What's her deal? She is just rejecting them with the most sour puss look on her face.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099788395302807244-3303326995663680887?l=visinhwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09012708168045360818noreply@blogger.com0