folgha

Well, it's official; the Warlord sucks at bar-games.

Went out this evening for burgers and beer (it's a good dinner, after all). Played foosball, got my ass whipped by a guy named Dave. Played pool, scratched five times in three games, knocked the 8-ball into the pockets more than once, and generally made an ass of myself.

I'll go back to judo and frisbee, I...
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I hate bills.

Well, it's not actually that; I recognize the necessity of paying for things I receive. That's not the problem.

I hate finding out I'm late on bills.

Which I did.

Yesterday.

So, my credit rating is about to take a hit. Come tomorrow, when all the offices open, there are two or three that will say, "Oh, he's not gotten his money...
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I'll be going to the weekly poetry reading my department puts on. This brings me, through a logical process that shouldn't be too obscure, to the subject of pretense.

We are all pretentious bastards, down to the last and least of us. I am. You are, too; don't try to deny it, you'll just make yourself more of a liar than you already are.

I...
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I'll be going to get dollar burgers and some beer early on in the evening tonight. I know, going out for burgers and beer is scarcely a novel event; as I write this, some of you are no doubt eating burgers and drinking beer. Still, I feel it deserves a note.

Remember, I was in my dorm room for Mardi Gras. You can probably figure...
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I, the Warlord Folgha, do declare these words to be true. Read them and know them that your glory might grow the greater in my service.

I have of late conceived an appreciation for vintage erotica. Something about nudes in monochrome just does it for me; send in sets of them, if you would.

I am still trying to figure out where I fit into...
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Too long have the people lived without the light of their Warlord.

I return to them now to remedy this.

Look upon the bright flame of my geekitude, and know awe.

It's Mardi Gras. I'm in Louisiana. And I'm in front of my computer at a quarter to eleven pm.

Can you get any fucking nerdier?

Maybe by wondering if that's a word.

I actually do this just about every holiday. I don't go out but instead stay in wherever it is that I'm staying at the time (home or school) and work or mutter obscene...
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This journal entry is a placeholder for the Ravings of the Warlord Folgha. Later, all you subjects of him will receive his words.