Thats right, a lepper, and do not try to correct the spelling because you will discover that it Is correct - just as I discovered it is correct.
Mind of a Lepper, by Leppy Hazelton. That is what comes of not scrolling down. So I am sitting here with Lil Liz Van T. Liz, who nearly made good on her promise to dance for me if I came to the cafeteria. Liz, who is theoretically going to Thorneloe with me shortly to audition for Autobahn. Liz, who does not smoke or like the scent or taste of coffee. Liz, who swears up and down she will let me record her singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in just a few short whiles...
We shall see...
Still, it is nice to catch up with the people you do not see for extended periods, n'est-ce pas?
Good 'ol Leppy Hazelton is another one I need to catch up with soon. "Hey Leppy! What's shakin'?" I might start with... "How's that 'ol Hounddog?"
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Belated, but sincere
This is bound to confuse some, but mostly religious studies students so I am not overly concerned.
It Is Ash Wednesday Today. I know I know, you're thinking "teh hayyyylll it is" but I insist.
This is so because even though I saw her online, I didn't cotton to the idea that it was my friend's birthday yesterday. Now, some friends one can simply appreciate, but some should be celebrated and certainly Lil' Poiple Ash is in the latter group.
It's the razor sharp mind, quick ready laughter, hair ruffling goodness, intense intoxicating beauty, common sense, uncommon vision and overall genius of this young lady that make me think "I am right lucky to have been introduced to Ash."
She will likely never read this, but for those of you who do, remember her name and how I called it: she will be the next woman Prime Minister.
It Is Ash Wednesday Today. I know I know, you're thinking "teh hayyyylll it is" but I insist.
This is so because even though I saw her online, I didn't cotton to the idea that it was my friend's birthday yesterday. Now, some friends one can simply appreciate, but some should be celebrated and certainly Lil' Poiple Ash is in the latter group.
It's the razor sharp mind, quick ready laughter, hair ruffling goodness, intense intoxicating beauty, common sense, uncommon vision and overall genius of this young lady that make me think "I am right lucky to have been introduced to Ash."
She will likely never read this, but for those of you who do, remember her name and how I called it: she will be the next woman Prime Minister.
tell me I'm not alone...
Please Please Please I can't be alone on this, I Know I am not alone on this. I have three things to write for class and I am dreading two of them. They are simple. Stupid simple. I just have to Force myself into doing them though, I soooooo don't want to.
Tell me I'm not alone. Write for me. Give me a little story so that I know my misery is shared. Then I will feel better and get my shit done. You will live happier knowing you helped me get my shit done.
Tell me I'm not alone. Write for me. Give me a little story so that I know my misery is shared. Then I will feel better and get my shit done. You will live happier knowing you helped me get my shit done.
A few pointers for stragglers
first and foremost: line breaks, people. Can't have too many of them in this medium. Line Breaks.
second: Adult Content? Really? No it's like this: I know few people who enjoy adult content as much as I do, but start a site and Charge for it ya daft bastards. It isn't needed for blogging.
third: Would whoever uses the computers in the third floor anthro lab Please eat your chocolate iced lollies in the hall? and wash your hands after, you're like a two-year-old.
second: Adult Content? Really? No it's like this: I know few people who enjoy adult content as much as I do, but start a site and Charge for it ya daft bastards. It isn't needed for blogging.
third: Would whoever uses the computers in the third floor anthro lab Please eat your chocolate iced lollies in the hall? and wash your hands after, you're like a two-year-old.
who I write for...
So after a long pause I am trying to re-establish this habit of writing for no other reason than... ? whatever. It doesn't matter right? But I figured, there are but a handful of people who will ever read this. I haven't included the random people that I pick to drop a comment on Their blog. They come by as a courtesy. Nice of them, but they likely won't return.
Now do I actually write for the people that I know will get to reading this? In part I would assume that yes, I must. Then again... There is bound to be stuff in here that relates far back before they were part of my world. It isn't like I explain much when I write.
I am not writing for you. Only for me. and sometimes you. No, I am writing for the net. I am writing for the potential of a thing to be written.
Different tack: many people seem to post in an effort to connect with others. The people I want to connect with (which is Any of the regular readers here), I will see more often at school. This is not the purpose. When I surf blogsites it seems that the most prominent topic is "figuring myself out," or "the thoughts in my crazy head..." and commonly the opening statement is along the lines of I don't know what I'm doing with this blog, guess we'll wait and see.
I hate that shit. Boring. GahhhFuckBoring! Yet here I am doing something right similar. Why? I reckon that most blogs with that kind of start just fizzle shortly later. The users know it is a thing available to them, but don't have anything to say.
Worse than that is knowing that most of them really Do have something to say, but don't realize that it might be worth saying. "No, that's not important..." I picture them muttering to themselves, or "who would want to read what I've got to say?" That makes me sad.
Perhaps that is why I keep at it bloodymindedly even today when I am just pulling this rookie writer's shit. I write to assert myself on some level. It's a good enough level, too, because it doesn't Force my opinions, it just voices them in a relatively discrete, inoffensive way.
Hahhh! To the outsider this could suggest some kind of self-esteem issues, or insignificance complex. Of course the people who read this regularly and see me even more often, they know otherwise...
I guess that's that, and I should write something entertaining.
Now do I actually write for the people that I know will get to reading this? In part I would assume that yes, I must. Then again... There is bound to be stuff in here that relates far back before they were part of my world. It isn't like I explain much when I write.
I am not writing for you. Only for me. and sometimes you. No, I am writing for the net. I am writing for the potential of a thing to be written.
Different tack: many people seem to post in an effort to connect with others. The people I want to connect with (which is Any of the regular readers here), I will see more often at school. This is not the purpose. When I surf blogsites it seems that the most prominent topic is "figuring myself out," or "the thoughts in my crazy head..." and commonly the opening statement is along the lines of I don't know what I'm doing with this blog, guess we'll wait and see.
I hate that shit. Boring. GahhhFuckBoring! Yet here I am doing something right similar. Why? I reckon that most blogs with that kind of start just fizzle shortly later. The users know it is a thing available to them, but don't have anything to say.
Worse than that is knowing that most of them really Do have something to say, but don't realize that it might be worth saying. "No, that's not important..." I picture them muttering to themselves, or "who would want to read what I've got to say?" That makes me sad.
Perhaps that is why I keep at it bloodymindedly even today when I am just pulling this rookie writer's shit. I write to assert myself on some level. It's a good enough level, too, because it doesn't Force my opinions, it just voices them in a relatively discrete, inoffensive way.
Hahhh! To the outsider this could suggest some kind of self-esteem issues, or insignificance complex. Of course the people who read this regularly and see me even more often, they know otherwise...
I guess that's that, and I should write something entertaining.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
You're Awesome...
It's true, I was walking along and Veronique was playing "do you realize" by the Flaming Lips and damn if I wasn't about to cry. Strange, strange how emotions take over on the moment's notice.
Anyways, I only have a short time (appropriate for the song I just mentioned) but I wanted to say that I love you all.
I have even managed to forgive Computer Services (see last entry), if not the system itself or LU for having this system. It's all good. I am happy again.
I am blogging again too! These huge long pauses usually represent the death of a creative endeavour, but like my moniker on XForums (Revenant) suggests: I'm Back From The Dead! And hell may be following with me, so please be careful.
The final line is for one specific person, from the aforementioned song:
Do You Realize that you have the most beautiful face?
Anyways, I only have a short time (appropriate for the song I just mentioned) but I wanted to say that I love you all.
I have even managed to forgive Computer Services (see last entry), if not the system itself or LU for having this system. It's all good. I am happy again.
I am blogging again too! These huge long pauses usually represent the death of a creative endeavour, but like my moniker on XForums (Revenant) suggests: I'm Back From The Dead! And hell may be following with me, so please be careful.
The final line is for one specific person, from the aforementioned song:
Do You Realize that you have the most beautiful face?
Monday, November 28, 2005
Fawkesy!
I am contemplating it.
All consuming conflagration in close, personal, one on one combat with computer services. My rage will burn bright like a star, my body shall immolate and destroy all living matter within an 80 metre radius. Then, in amazing fashion reminiscent of glorious imperial legends, I shall be reborn from my very ashes and the world shall resound with my great booming laughter which will ring out as a warning to inferior computer systems and administrators everywhere... They will tell the tale to their grandchildren, and those to Their grandchildren...
That of course is merely a dream, I do not have supernatural powers yet. I will take this opportunity to salute Guy Fawkes, who tried to blow up the British Parliament. He offers me a truly viable example of how I might be expressing my rage...
Conflagration...
;)
All consuming conflagration in close, personal, one on one combat with computer services. My rage will burn bright like a star, my body shall immolate and destroy all living matter within an 80 metre radius. Then, in amazing fashion reminiscent of glorious imperial legends, I shall be reborn from my very ashes and the world shall resound with my great booming laughter which will ring out as a warning to inferior computer systems and administrators everywhere... They will tell the tale to their grandchildren, and those to Their grandchildren...
That of course is merely a dream, I do not have supernatural powers yet. I will take this opportunity to salute Guy Fawkes, who tried to blow up the British Parliament. He offers me a truly viable example of how I might be expressing my rage...
Conflagration...
;)
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