2005/05/16
No Story
I've decided not to post it. Might be an unsafe idea - not the nicest of topics and definitely will piss some people off and/or offend others. So ... yeah - there you have that
Counting Down from Fifty-Nine (59)
If the oceans and seas were like wires and cables ... I don't know. Well, who would, but - starting again. I'm looking around and there's a bit of reorganization in the air. The smell of rubber, black and white, and the metal on the plug points. Well ... if you go up real close to a box in which you've dumped all your cables (or game controllers, like I have), then there is a certain smell that's unique and different from the general mustiness prevalent in stuff that's been packed away for even a short while.
I went to a bookstore this weekend. Found three books - The Annotated Alice, The Idiot and some book by Chekhov. About comedy, I think. Whatever - I was stoked. Found these books that I had been wanting to read for a while (except Chekhov) and there they were magically arranged in front of me. Actually, no, I was looking for the Brothers Karamazov, not the idiot, but that's not the point - I was happy. So I went to the cafe, had a mocha (which wasn't as good as it was supposed to be) and then walked out of the store an hour later cause they were closing, still jubilant. Only to realize at this point - I forgot to buy the damn books. I imagine they remain there on that coffee table to this day ... or not. Probably not. But it's a nice thought that they would remain there waiting for me unless otherwise altered by an external force. Newton, you truly were right.
If I ever come to understand women, I think it will be entirely too late. Not that I had any specific women troubles, but over the past weekend (yes, it truly has been an eventful one), I encountered a situation that I knew would be bad as I went into it. And, in the aftermath, I see I was right. Not that anything bad happened. But it has wrought havoc on my mind, cause in spite of all the logical arguments that there are, I can't make heads or tails of it. BUT ... having said that, the one true argument is "obvious" and I refuse to see it because I want to believe otherwise. Cryptic and confusing enough for you yet?
Woah. Here's an idea. I'll post a story. It's ... yeah - I'll put that up. Why not. I just wrote it. And no one is really going to read it. So yeah, that'll be the next post. Up real soon. Only, you'll probably have read that before this, so this kind of ... epiphany of sorts is wasted in this medium. Too bad.
For the power of gorgonzola.
I went to a bookstore this weekend. Found three books - The Annotated Alice, The Idiot and some book by Chekhov. About comedy, I think. Whatever - I was stoked. Found these books that I had been wanting to read for a while (except Chekhov) and there they were magically arranged in front of me. Actually, no, I was looking for the Brothers Karamazov, not the idiot, but that's not the point - I was happy. So I went to the cafe, had a mocha (which wasn't as good as it was supposed to be) and then walked out of the store an hour later cause they were closing, still jubilant. Only to realize at this point - I forgot to buy the damn books. I imagine they remain there on that coffee table to this day ... or not. Probably not. But it's a nice thought that they would remain there waiting for me unless otherwise altered by an external force. Newton, you truly were right.
If I ever come to understand women, I think it will be entirely too late. Not that I had any specific women troubles, but over the past weekend (yes, it truly has been an eventful one), I encountered a situation that I knew would be bad as I went into it. And, in the aftermath, I see I was right. Not that anything bad happened. But it has wrought havoc on my mind, cause in spite of all the logical arguments that there are, I can't make heads or tails of it. BUT ... having said that, the one true argument is "obvious" and I refuse to see it because I want to believe otherwise. Cryptic and confusing enough for you yet?
Woah. Here's an idea. I'll post a story. It's ... yeah - I'll put that up. Why not. I just wrote it. And no one is really going to read it. So yeah, that'll be the next post. Up real soon. Only, you'll probably have read that before this, so this kind of ... epiphany of sorts is wasted in this medium. Too bad.
For the power of gorgonzola.
2005/05/13
Carving An Egyptian Sandstorm
Green and Yellow sausage-dogs decorate this coffee cup of mine. Well ... the yellow one has red polka dots and the green has purple polka dots. Yellow on top on a blue background. Green below on a yellow background. And they're separated by something that looks like a flattened cog pattern of aquamarine and red. Amazing.
And inside is this Mocha coffee thingamajigger that's actually pretty good - came from one of those long thin stick packets that look like sugar sachets, the long, stick kind, obviously.
The hiatus has been long and it has truly been ... bleak? Well ... not entirely. It could be far worse. I could be dead. I could be crippled. Or I could be - k, I'm leaving this topic. On to the more positive.
Yes! The Xbox 360 has been revealed. Well, the screenshots were out last week or so anyway, but it's still interesting to read about it. That excitement that comes from the unpredictability of the next generation of consoles. Oooh, the posibilities - your imagination runs wild and you gasp in wonder at the first videos featuring the sharper new graphics, stunning real-time lighting and shadows and gory wonder of Condemned from Sega. The irony makes me feel sick. Is it ironic? If so, why? Please - let me know. This could be a good debate for the intellectually inclined gamer or general moron even.
I grow tired of saying "Hello" and "Hi" - yeah, like I have to say it to SOOO many people every day, uh huh - but moving on with this, I've decided to come up with new words. The obvious ones are "Yello" and "Fi," but if you want to be a bit more adventurous, try out "Sigh" and "Why" or even just ... "Jumblejop" - it'll take anyone by surprise.
JUMBLE! JOOPPPPP! There's a budweiser commercial 50 years in the making. I reckon it'll take about that long for the word to become as widespread as the plague.
Hottest day of the year is the 12th of August. Supposedly. Out here at least. Note to self: Don't be here.
Till next a car rolls on a distant dune.
And inside is this Mocha coffee thingamajigger that's actually pretty good - came from one of those long thin stick packets that look like sugar sachets, the long, stick kind, obviously.
The hiatus has been long and it has truly been ... bleak? Well ... not entirely. It could be far worse. I could be dead. I could be crippled. Or I could be - k, I'm leaving this topic. On to the more positive.
Yes! The Xbox 360 has been revealed. Well, the screenshots were out last week or so anyway, but it's still interesting to read about it. That excitement that comes from the unpredictability of the next generation of consoles. Oooh, the posibilities - your imagination runs wild and you gasp in wonder at the first videos featuring the sharper new graphics, stunning real-time lighting and shadows and gory wonder of Condemned from Sega. The irony makes me feel sick. Is it ironic? If so, why? Please - let me know. This could be a good debate for the intellectually inclined gamer or general moron even.
I grow tired of saying "Hello" and "Hi" - yeah, like I have to say it to SOOO many people every day, uh huh - but moving on with this, I've decided to come up with new words. The obvious ones are "Yello" and "Fi," but if you want to be a bit more adventurous, try out "Sigh" and "Why" or even just ... "Jumblejop" - it'll take anyone by surprise.
JUMBLE! JOOPPPPP! There's a budweiser commercial 50 years in the making. I reckon it'll take about that long for the word to become as widespread as the plague.
Hottest day of the year is the 12th of August. Supposedly. Out here at least. Note to self: Don't be here.
Till next a car rolls on a distant dune.
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