Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Rayne Droppe: The Person (not the stuff that’s been falling from the sky all April)

When you hear the name “Rayne Droppe,” what kind of person do you think of? Probably some tie-dye wearing, peace sign flashing, go-with-the-flow hippie, am I right? Hmmm, not quite.

So who is Rayne Droppe? No, really, who is she? We’re still writing here, folks. Your input would be really helpful. Ok, ok, enough joking around! Yes, we are still writing this beast, but we have pretty good idea of who this gal is and (not that I’m attached or anything) she’s pretty great.

I’d say she’s a mix of Max Fischer (ala Rushmore) and Rachel Berry (for all you Gleeks out there). Some say she’s more akin to a Disney princess. However you’d describe Miss Droppe, I think you’d all agree on one thing; she’s endearing as hell.

Rayne’s insecurities shine through as she strives for perfection, and if you asked her to describe herself, she’d give you a list of all her “qualifications” (i.e. breeding, soccer, macramé, scrapbooking, taxidermy, portraiture…I think you get the point).

Obviously, Rayne has a lot to learn about who she truly is, including the fact that her identity is not comprised of self-assigned accolades. What she doesn’t realize is that only through other people, actual human-to-human interaction, can she discover these truths about herself.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Sebastian Duder and an episode of BYTES!


FIRE

FIRE

FIRE
FIRE


And no, that isn’t what you think. Or maybe it is.

Soon, very soon you’ll all have your suspicions confirmed.

Or denied.

Or something.


Look at these!!!!












The abs. Of steel. And American.

This is patriotism at its best. Explosive and sexy.

By the way, Happy Easter.











Cute right? Cuddly, right?

This is what people want to see.

This is what people want to experience, sex followed by cuddling. It’s comforting, it’s routine, it’s expected.


In other words: it’s ideal. This is what we’re fighting for, Warriors.

Ideals.


We keep things together, we honor ourselves and those who came before us by living up to these ideals.


Fuck the Commies.


Also, who’s hungry?


You want this. I can tell your salivary glands are salivating.

That’s what happens when you want something delectable, something that’s gonna tantalize your senses, assault your reason and quench your thirst.


That’s what I give you,

just like those before me.



Boom. Look at his

determination. His

resolve. His cockiness at

knowing he’s the rightest

person in the world.


He was an amateur.


What I’m gonna show you is a million times more explosive.



Happy Easter.