Hopping over the net to congratulate your opponent is a tradition whose utility escapes me. Sure, good game, old sport, tally ho, all that. But, by gum, what ever happened to looking your adversary square in the eye and tossing off a debonair witticism, to whit, "Waaauuuh! Mamaaaa!"
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Gingerly
There's no other way to look at it, this Ginger character just needs to chill out. She came right up to me, in public, witnesses and everything. She licked me. That's right, I'll say it again: licked, as in tongue. Aiyiyi. Next time I'll be ready. Out comes the tongue, I'm gone.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Inny or Outy?
My philosophy is, enjoy the best of both worlds. Today, I'm a little bit of an outy, but someday, my contrarian belly button may be more concave than convex. That's just the kind of adhocratic individual I happen to be. Can you dig it? Not literally, obviously.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
serf city USA
"The only differnce between serfs and peasants was the fact that the peasants weren't bound to the land like the serfs were. Their diet consisted mainly of dark bread, porridge, cereal, or meal boiled in water."
A day of sunshine
Through every fibre of my brain,
Through every nerve, through every vein,
I feel the electric thrill, the touch
Of life, that seems almost too much.
I hear the wind among the trees
Playing celestial symphonies ;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.
And over me unrolls on high
The splendid scenery of the sky,
Where through a sapphire sea the sun
Sails like a golden galleon.
Through every nerve, through every vein,
I feel the electric thrill, the touch
Of life, that seems almost too much.
I hear the wind among the trees
Playing celestial symphonies ;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.
And over me unrolls on high
The splendid scenery of the sky,
Where through a sapphire sea the sun
Sails like a golden galleon.
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