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Monthly Archives: December 2012

The World’s supposed to end this Friday- December 21, 2012? Yeah right. But wait- what if it does? Have I done everything I want to accomplish in this life? Pssh no! The JPT team didn’t even finish their Bucket List… But there are still a few days left…

This whole apocalypse thing got me thinking…What is in store for the future of the Earth? Will it be able to revive itself? If it is, what will future evolved organisms think of us, the long extinct species? Will they they think of us like we today think of – and mock- dinosaurs? ARE WE THE NEXT DINOSAURS?!? Will we be mocked of having too little arms? or too small brains? LIKE THIS??

big head little arms

or have really long technical names that are to be studied and analyzed by scientists – whatever they are in the future? Do today’s aliens know the future and make fun of us? Do they make movies of us like we make movies of what we think of them? If we hadn’t made all those ridiculous alien movies would the aliens help and save us from our potential end? We may never know. Or maybe the aliens have already saved us. Maybe the Mayan’s predictions were threatening to the aliens and the aliens in turn destroyed them. It’s all really very disturbing…

On a more cheerful note…

I saw a preview for this movie called something like “Planet Earth” or  ” *Something* Earth” while at the movies this weekend. It’s an apocalypse movie (seriously?? another one?!) with Will Smith and his son (seriously?? another Will Smith apocalypse movie?!?) and during the preview this song called “Radioactive” was playing. At first I thought the song was strange because it was about the apocalypse but after a couple of minuets I realized how awesome the song actually was. (Picture me head-banging (which I only do if something is really awesome.)) Anyway, the preview ended and the movie ended and I soon forgot about the song. A few days later I was on my way to my local public library to pick up an Imagine Dragons CD that I had on hold for two months. So in the parking lot of the library I pop the CD in to my player and play the first song. Guess what it was. Radioactive. Except I couldn’t figure it out. It sounded so familiar. It was driving me crazy. Don’t you hate it when that happens? You think you remember something or it seems so familiar but you just can’t find the connection? Yeah. Seriously bothersome.  Anyway, the point of this long sidetracked little story was that a) things have the strangest way of coming back to you b) Imagine Dragons is way better than I originally thought (the only song I knew was “It’s Time”) and c) The End of the World is so involved in our pop culture nowadays that I wonder what the people of  the next generations are going to think of us? I also wonder what strange and wonderful things will be obsessed over in the future. It’s an interesting thing to think about. Anyway, (I think I’ve said that three times now) listen to the song!! It’s good!!

and also here’s “It’s Time” just because I like it so much…

SIDE NOTE: The movie I saw was The Hobbit and it was awesome by the way (even though I haven’t read The Hobbit, LOTR or seen the LOTR movies.) My dad is determined to get me to read them. But I guess it’s fair since I got him to read all the Harry Potter books… and there are a lot more Harry Potter books…

– J. Coco


Fact: It is snowing more on this webpage than it is outside right now.

Breaking News: Shaun White cuts his flowing ginger mane!

It looks pretty good like that, no? But that was his signature look. And it’s for charity. In conclusion, I have mixed feelings.

Now I’m going to do something that bloggers do all the time, it seems, so it shouldn’t feel weird (it does).  The internet is supposed to be an outlet for creativity, or lack thereof, but nonetheless it is the ideal showcase for your attempts at it.

Here’s a bit of a story that’s been evolving in my head for like, 4 years.   These are the first words of the second novel in a series I would write if I had actual time, the working title of which I will not reveal at this time.  To clarify, no other portions of this story, in its current form, have been written down, so I can’t give you any context!  Yay!  Also, if you already haven’t, now would be a good time to be like, “tl; dr” and go look at Pokememes or something.  So here goes nothing:

       I had to slip out of the bedroom quietly on the first morning of my new life.  Waking up Erika or Mateo – especially Mateo, considering just how misinformed he was at the time – would not have been my best move.  But I struggled because I was almost giddy with self-satisfaction.  Me, a fiancee!  Her fiancee!  Hers…I didn’t realize how much I actually wanted this but the feelings were there all along.  The best part is that the situation’s more practical than emotional.

“I thought I would never be able to trust you again.”

       I controlled myself enough to keep from running to the kitchen.  Waffles for Erika were this morning’s mission, so I headed to the refrigerator to gather my weapons of choice – milk, butter, and eggs.

       “Happy birthday.”  I nearly hit the ceiling when I heard a familiar voice coming from my right.  I turned to face the speaker and saw Dad sitting at the breakfast counter, sipping a cup of coffee.  We made eye contact and he raised an eyebrow.

       I guess he noticed something was up when I never showed up at home the previous night.  I rolled my eyes and poured a glass of milk.  “We didn’t do anything,” I said coolly, leaning on the counter.  Except talk for hours, I thought happily.

“When I realized what that meant to me…”

“Were you, uh, going to make something?” Dad asked, pointing to the waffle ingredients.  “I like blueberry.”  I looked around for a bag of chocolate chips.  He was silent as I began to prepare the batter, giving me some time to sort out my chaotic thoughts.  I had gone from feeling irate to guilty to overwhelmingly happy in the span of eighteen hours, and now I needed to feel the relief of a few peaceful moments with a whisk.

It was February 4th.   The previous morning Erika Mizuno was angrier than I had ever seen her, I had everything to do with it, and I was in serious danger of losing my job.  That night she was sad, but she knew the truth, and she asked me to marry her.  She may have been scared.  I think I was scared.  It was indeed my eighteenth birthday.

“Things suddenly became clear.”

       I heard the footsteps of someone coming down the hall as the waffle iron beeped.  I panicked for a reason I couldn’t explain.  It’s just Erika, I thought as I hastily tried to improve the appearance of my uncombed hair with just my fingers.  This is no different than it was yesterday… I popped the fluffy waffle onto a plate and slid it onto the counter in front of…Mateo Mizuno.  This caused me to panic for an entirely different reason.  I braced myself for cold looks, an argument, and maybe even violence.

       “Oh, chocolate chip, my favorite,” Mateo said, observing the waffle.  He looked up and grinned, then said, “Happy birthday.”  I was too stunned to respond.  Like I hadn’t been stunned enough lately.

“I’m in love with you, Dane.”

That’s the end of this installment of “Nameless Story You May Never See Again!”  Stay tuned for next time, when you may or may not see this story ever again.  I would write it down just to get it out of my head, but in the wise words of Sweet Brown,

Except, like, pro writers.  Which I am not.

– K-Tosh

It’s “I’ll Be” by Edwin McCain.

These are the lyrics:

The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath.
And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth.
Tell me that we belong together,
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I’ll be captivated,
I’ll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.

I’ll be your crying shoulder,
I’ll be love’s suicide
I’ll be better when I’m older,
I’ll be the greatest fan of your life.

And rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed.
You’re my survival, you’re my living proof.
My love is alive and not dead.
Tell me that we belong together.
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I’ll be captivated,
I’ll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above


And I’ve dropped out, I’ve burned up, I’ve fought my way back from the dead.
I’ve tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said

I’ll be your crying shoulder,
I’ll be love’s suicide
I’ll be better when I’m older,
I’ll be the greatest fan of your…
I’ll be your crying shoulder,
I’ll be love’s suicide
I’ll be better when I’m older,
I’ll be the greatest fan of your life.

The greatest fan of your life.
…greatest fan of your life.


Here’s what I thought the lyrics were:

“The strands in your eyes

Color them wonderful

Stop me from feeling my pain

And memories of mountains

Thrust toward the sky

Never revealing they’re there…

Tell me that we belong together

Thrusting out with the trappings of love

I’ll be captivated

I’ll hang from the olives

Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above…”

And so on…


“And I’ve dropped out,

I’ve turned up,

I’m on my way back from the dead…

I’ve tuned in, I’ve turned up

Never forget what your love said!”

…..”Hang from the olives”? “Dropped out and turned up” where exactly? And my version of this has a significantly greater amount of thrusting. Oh well.

I think this would be an awesome first married couple dance! It might be cliche and probably over used and very corny, but I cannot get over this song. It just shows up at the best times. I already danced to it with Coco and I think that went pretty well (She was Derek and I was Apolo, in case you were wondering).

– K-Tosh

Lately, I’ve been looking at a lot of…Pokémemes.

Today I found some that even J.Coco and Stosh might appreciate.  Somehow, the Poké-craze missed them (we are part of the age group that was affected by its initial popularity) – they’re not even Genwunners.

For Stosh, who loves to read horoscopes:

I don’t know what they based these on, but I’m a Growlithe! ❤ And Coco and Stosh are Dragonair!! We’re arguably the two of the best on there. They’re all awesome…

After yesterday…

Now, for both of them, and me, but mostly them:

I’m a little worried that this might set Coco off in a rage. Like it’s blasphemy or something.

I lol’d at “HYASSSSSSHAASSSA”. Let’s ask Pika-Potter to translate what it means. xD


“It looked as if you were egging him on or something! What did you say!?”

“Pi Pika Ka Chuuu!”


For our undisclosed friend/person Stosh avoids 😛

She’ll never read this, but she’s such a Genwunner. Personally, I love Gen 3, with Mudkip being my favorite of all time (yes, I liek them). Look how cute it is in that picture!! <333

And finally, for me. ^_^