At the request of certain members I am taking a moment from studying Type I Diabetes Mellitis to make an entry. The test on Wednesday could only make or break the rest of my year - but who could deny such an infectious grin!
While I bask in the wonder of Polly Jean and her 10,000 women pilots flying interfacing space and beyond, and notice, not for the first time, how much that photo highlights one massively bushy eyebrow, I try not to exert too much stress on what remains of my mental capacity by not formalizing my sketchy memory of the events of the past month into the written word, and simply mash out here something that I wrote some time ago and came across the other day while tidying my room. If what I just wrote made sense to you, don't get too cocky - here it comes:
Princess Dianna and Ziggy Stardust have stolen the keys to the Batmobile and won't tell where they hid them.
Robin - Not Happy. He'd planned to go parking with Mia Farrow. After months of persistence she said they were finally gonna 'make it' tonite.
Little did Robin know that Mia had her own sinister motivations. When Robin arrived at their rendezvous Rob Zombie would be waiting in the bushes to video tape the whole thing. Mia and Rob planned to blackmail Robin into advocating The Joker's release from Arkham, so that he can star in the next Rob Zombie movie and expidite the double homicide of Woody Allen and Sing Li.
Little did Mia know that Robin had already come out to Batman, revealing that he preferred the catflap to the batcave.
The Dark Knight was cool with that...
Ziggy was non-plussed.
So i ask you dear reader, did I entirely miss the point of post-modernism, beat poetry and quantum physics? OR, short of including a reference to Fonzie and Eastenders, did I just perfectly summarize post-WWII 20th Century? OR should I not right down any old thing that comes into my head? OR should I right everything down that comes into my head in the hope of one day hitting on something good?
Back to the books...
While I bask in the wonder of Polly Jean and her 10,000 women pilots flying interfacing space and beyond, and notice, not for the first time, how much that photo highlights one massively bushy eyebrow, I try not to exert too much stress on what remains of my mental capacity by not formalizing my sketchy memory of the events of the past month into the written word, and simply mash out here something that I wrote some time ago and came across the other day while tidying my room. If what I just wrote made sense to you, don't get too cocky - here it comes:
Princess Dianna and Ziggy Stardust have stolen the keys to the Batmobile and won't tell where they hid them.
Robin - Not Happy. He'd planned to go parking with Mia Farrow. After months of persistence she said they were finally gonna 'make it' tonite.
Little did Robin know that Mia had her own sinister motivations. When Robin arrived at their rendezvous Rob Zombie would be waiting in the bushes to video tape the whole thing. Mia and Rob planned to blackmail Robin into advocating The Joker's release from Arkham, so that he can star in the next Rob Zombie movie and expidite the double homicide of Woody Allen and Sing Li.
Little did Mia know that Robin had already come out to Batman, revealing that he preferred the catflap to the batcave.
The Dark Knight was cool with that...
Ziggy was non-plussed.
So i ask you dear reader, did I entirely miss the point of post-modernism, beat poetry and quantum physics? OR, short of including a reference to Fonzie and Eastenders, did I just perfectly summarize post-WWII 20th Century? OR should I not right down any old thing that comes into my head? OR should I right everything down that comes into my head in the hope of one day hitting on something good?
Back to the books...