Peak a boo I found you.

The blog has been found by me the asian man.  Crouching tiger hidden asian.  I find this blog while I eat my fried rice and I find it to be very nice.  All the way from the region of asia I stay and I search internet long and hard.  When I find this blog I tell all the villagers and when these read the good news of the tingy wingys they do rejoice and be glad and be glad.

an email to m knight shamalan

dear mr shaman,

I praise your work.  U have done well, and proven yourself as a filmmaker.  I trust you are a very busy man and find yourself stretched for time to come up with your breathtaking ideas and twists.  I was hoping to aid in these efforts and offer a few movie ideas I have come up with for you to use in your films.  The ideas are as follows:

1. you start with a farmer looking at his crops. "this can't be possible" he says. scan out and his entire crop is dying.  Across the country crops are dying everywhere.  We begin to have food shortages.  Nationwide there is a panic to find out what is going on.  Scientist find that changes in climate having rapidly changed the life and evolutionary progression of species of insects that thrive off of human crops.  Here you have the start to a futuristic hollywood blockbuster: Global Warming

2. you begin with a shot of an empty city, trash bags flowing in the wind. cut to a line, a giant line wrapping around the entire city, it spans for miles and off into the horizon. zoom in on a single man in that line -he's at the front. The camera is ahead of him - he's DJ Casper, artist behind the club anthem "Cha Cha Slide" and conqueror of Earth in an alternate reality. "This time...we're gonna get funky!" he screams out, "Everybody clap your hands!" CHA CHA CHA CHA CHA CHA CHA is the clapped reply of millions. They're planning an invasion of Earth...our Earth. 

3. you begin with two dragons. they are not relevent to the plot, but who doesn't want to see two big dragons breathing a neat amount of fire at the beginning of any movie.  you then show the country of Austria.  Some United States tourist made a comment that he couldn't find any kangaroos.  The Austrian pulls out a gun and kills the tourist, because he is sick of people thinking Austria is Australia.  Then the twist is the Austrian walks up to the United States tourist and sees he that the tourist was wearing a mask.  He pulls the mask off.  It is himself from the future and he is currently in the movie Loopers.

*Movie Title here*

Cast:

Keanu Reeves as Jimmy Neutron

Megan Fox as the Hot Girl (who almost gets naked but doesn't but a lot of people will come watch this movie just because the hot girl almost got naked)

Morgan Freeman as the Narrator

Jackie Chan as Lee Wang

Jar Jar Binks as Leonardo di Caprio

              Frank Thomas as Fred Mcgriff

Storyline:

The year is 2040.  Only one million people are left on planet Earth.  Lee Wang, Jimmy Neutron and the Hot Girl, as well as Fred McGriff and Leonardo di Caprio. They are getting 100% of their sustenance by drinking their own piss in a post apocalyptic world. Fred McGriff is senile and thinks he's Kirby Puckett. Leonardo di Caprio says "Is'a okey den, dah Gungans deh is mmmmh ANI! ANI!" while the Hot Girl flicks her bean. Lee Wang sneaks up behind Jimmy Neutron and snaps his tiny animated neck like a twig, "uuuuah" groans the boy genius as he dies. 

Details: 

Country: United Arab Emirates

Language: English, Spanish, Chinese

Release Date: November 22, 2012

Box Office: 

Projected revenue: $27.50

Company Credits:

Production Co: Ting Wingy Productions, Disney

Technical Specs:

Runtime: 44 minutes

Camera: A very nick camera

Did you know?

That Keanu Reeves said over 100 lines in this movie totaling over 500 words. This is the most he has spoken in any movie.

Reviews:

"Take me out me out for a cheap dinner and rape me in the mouth." - Dan Jenson, New York Times

"The plot is a tour de force.  The cast is a tour de france.  The special effects are as special as a boy with down syndrome.  Frank Thomas as Fredd Mcgriff thinking he was kirby puckett gives a performance of a lifetime (I really thought it was Fred Mcgriff)."  Randy Cendrick, Rolling Stones

The Blog- Three Years

Gentle people,

With this post I mark three years of activity on The Tingy Wingys blogger blog. Granted, the blog has been populated by posts less and less frequently over recent times. Yet, the blog is no less powerful, no less remarkable or important. I liken the blog to a storm and that storm to life itself. Life, like a storm, is filled with darkness, at times it can be menacing and unbearable with no foreseeable shining of the sun. It is in these moments, disoriented and hopeless, that a stroke of lightening bathes the atmosphere in light. Revealed to you are your surroundings and the essence of self, the beauty and connectivity of all things about you. That lightening is a creation, an attempt to connect the ephemeral with the eternal, a brief glimpse of that which is possible within all things. It is these moments that arise from a canvas of darkness that serve to illuminate us, to inspire us, to drive us. These are the posts we are about creating, we are that spark. Now get ready for the thunder.

Our Blog's Big in Germany

Looking at the statistics of our thought temple, the online medium into which we pour our wisdom, authentically thinging the thing itself, the very blog, into the very essence of what it really is, I noticed that we were quite the trendy option among the knowledgable elite readership in die Mannschaft. The Rhineland loves the Tingy Wingys, and we respect that. We love Germany too. Particularly a club called the Matrix. You have to go under a highway through this tunnel to get there, this is where our Bar-hop leader pretended to run away once. I also remember crossing over it on the way back, the highway that is, although this is probably just the poor continuity of a hazy, drunk mind, climbing the stairs of a crazy kind of cement maze crossing over the roadway and winding back to the ground on the other side. I also remember there being a hot dog stand on the top and I ate a hot dog. I'd been to the outskirts of Berlin with a young girl I'd met at the club. I say young, not underage. Although I know I was the senior of the relationship. I'd been doing Johnny Wilkinson rugby free kicks on the dance floor all night (clenching my two fists direcly in front of me, squatting, and charging forward before gracefully transitioning into a looping, Tiger Woods like stroke of my golden left leg) and she was interested. I'd fallen on my face once or twice. Now she was brining me somewhere, I couldn't be sure where, but stop after stop rolled by. Or maybe I was following her. I can't be sure. But we did have an intimate moment in one of those Train Stations, and I remember that German Train Stations have one of the strangest stenches mine nose has ever smelt, like putting a tire in a waffle maker. But it was 5 in the morning and I had to go home. she gave me her number and I made a couple lucky guesses at different stops. People were heading to work and I was enthusiastically conveying my appreciation of all things Germany but also my frustration about an uncalled handball by the German Frings almost 10 years previously. I landed at what I believed to recall as our area. I couldn't find her number on my person anymore. I stumbled home and slept outside the hostel door with my knees at my chest, a ball, a ball of new experiences. Yes, we love Germany. The blog exists not only because you and I witness it, the blog exists unto itself for it is made of matter built of the most important fabrics, the fabric of great Germans.

For all the German readers I'd also like some help: there is a beer there with no words on it. the label is merely a man sitting outside of a mountain home on a wooden chair with a giant pipe and a mug filled with beer. This was the greatest beer I have ever had. What the hell was it??!! Vas is das.

Hell - Coming Soon

Hell is novel coming soon involving various collections of writing pertaining to the Minnesota Vikings.

"...The Vikings are a curious kind of organization, curious in that their futility seems to know no bounds nor confine to any kind of statistical odds saying that someday, somehow, they will break free from the chains of over a half century of embarrassment, ridicule, and haplessness. From the accepted mediocrity of Leroy Hoard, to the blessedly handicapped hands of Troy Williamson, to the bat shit crazy Demetrius Underwood, to the love orgy in the Roman Baths of Lake Minnetonka, and finally onto the prosthetic penis of Onterrio Smith, the Vikings have never ceased to amaze friend and foe alike. Let us journey, together, through the tales and folklore surrounding this baneful club."

Introduction, Hell

"I know Mike Tice, he's a good guy. I sat down with him some time recently and he bought me dinner and I think we should give him control of all decisions pertaining to the organization: finances, scouting, offense, defense, special teams, concessions, ownership. Glen Mason is a close friend of mine too and with what he's done at the 'U' he should be sworn in as his right hand man in all those decisions."

Sid Hartman, Hell

"McNabb..three step drop...pocket is collapsing around him...steps into the pressure..eyes, mind, and body frantically trying to co-coordinate with one another...lobs the ball into the ground...4th and 5 Minnesota on thier own 8 as the punt unit comes on..Kluwe standing on his own goal line..Flags everywhere..false start will pin the Viking further back..half the distance to their own goal line.. Let's pause now for a moment for station identification, THIS, is Minnesota Vikings football on the FAN."

Paul Allen, Hell

From Connor The Guitar aka "William Price" solo

*This is taken from the William Price Music Blog*

Like you, I was once a child. Unlike you, my mind reached absolute maturity and human potential when I was 9 months old. When I was young I never said that when I grew up I wanted to be a musician. I figured I'd be able to acquire slave minstrels to satisfy that leisurely pleasure of mine. However, certain things within the world have come to be. The music industry is - like the average human being toiling away with its monotonous routine and meaningless existence - slowly dying, and also slavery is frowned upon. And so, the very few among us able to answer the call of mother music have to take up our eternal spots at the composers stand and orchestrate the befuddled and lost masses.

Already, my music has done more to solve the Earth's crises' than anything before it: thanks to my sound waves the oil leak in the gulf coast is about to be plugged, brett favre is about to return to football, and you can all sleep easy at night knowing that the time spanning, people uniting, power of music is within my safe hands. And I haven't even upgraded my Garage Band yet.

Occasionally I'll take the time to sift through my thousands of letters of fan mail, accolades, and prayers for help that I receive daily via this My Space portal and so often I find people telling me: "Connor, I've been the biggest fan of your music since I was 11...And I was born in 1948." I'll say, "But I hadn't nearly begun to make music at that point in time," and they'll simply reply: "I know." This is the power my music has: the power to tear through the laws of the universe, to reverberate through time and space into ages before I was even born.

So you have to wonder: what glorious thoughts did Socrates have, while he pondered and listened intently to the sounds of my guitar? What genius did Einstein receive when my lyrics rushed over him like warm running water from the shower head? What greatness did Alexander acquire when my songs came pouring down from the clouds, whispering sweet somethings into his ear? Undoubtedly, my music has inspired some of the greatest thinkers of our time, and yet, there is still so much more inspiration to be perspirated upon you all.