So yeah. I'm pretty ambivalent re this update thing. I like the Sutu artwork, but... I dunno. Hopefully the layout will improve as bugs get hashed out. I can't really get over the background pattern, though. So uncool!
Bah. These past few days have been incredibly shitty. I've just been constantly unhappy. So many stressors...
Today I watched Pumping Iron for the first time. Arnold Schwarzenegger is a fuckin' asshat!
t+awesome=I still suck at pool. Especially when I am grumpy.
The formatting on the site looks awful on opera, so I'm currently using - bah - IE (I'm currently in 2000 mode for avant go updates & to print documents and whatnot. Ain't that fucking exciting? Bah!)
This entry is extraordinarily boring. (Speaking of which, how predictable was the conclusion of LOEG Vol. II? DUH, we've all read Wells, yo. But I still love my alan.)
But anyway. I have noticed that every October, a series of shitty events happen which -- I'm not sure if it coincides with the shift in the weather (a presumption which two seconds' worth of thought will abolish) or simply... that I've held myself to this pattern of behavior. Which I also don't entirely perceive.
*thinks for a moment, turns on all of her full-spectrum lights*
Moo!
I don't know. I've fallen into some pretty boring patterns lately from which I strive to escape. But the kind of smooth, easy apathy is so... APPEALING! I don't know, entirely. I find that days pass with REMARKABLE speed (as speedy as the loading of sweet pr0n, no doubt), and at the end of every night I find myself thoroughly exhausted but with very little visible toil. I think that I am not doing enough to make my living tangible. When was the last time I left a granite monolith lying about? Easily, at least five or six days!
Why don't have I anything interesting to say? I know that I have been having a marvelous time thinking of witticisms in my head... oh! It is because now-a-days, I immediately expel such merry things from my mind, instead of tucking it into my little kangaroo pouch (my stummy!) for later use on here. I know that I have a social life and that such a thing is evil. So here is a large stick from a gingko tree, with which one may poke it. At this point I may think to myself about how I have not read anything relating to Marxist art theory in days. Which is quite naughty of me!
(It was pointed out to me the other day that I consistently use 'whom' correctly in casual conversations. Fuck yeah!)
Oh yeah, I keep meaning to find nice photographs to scan & place on here. I shall do that at some point and you can all see my various silver nitrate incarnations. (It occurs to me that vampires must have it much easier now that they can successfully elude this kind of detection.
I am now thinking entirely in the Stoker-mythos. Like, a vampire over in the Sahara Desert, doing a little bedouin jig on camera, with no one none the wiser!)
Otay. Lemme see if I can reply to comments, yo.
Bah. These past few days have been incredibly shitty. I've just been constantly unhappy. So many stressors...
Today I watched Pumping Iron for the first time. Arnold Schwarzenegger is a fuckin' asshat!
t+awesome=I still suck at pool. Especially when I am grumpy.
The formatting on the site looks awful on opera, so I'm currently using - bah - IE (I'm currently in 2000 mode for avant go updates & to print documents and whatnot. Ain't that fucking exciting? Bah!)
This entry is extraordinarily boring. (Speaking of which, how predictable was the conclusion of LOEG Vol. II? DUH, we've all read Wells, yo. But I still love my alan.)
But anyway. I have noticed that every October, a series of shitty events happen which -- I'm not sure if it coincides with the shift in the weather (a presumption which two seconds' worth of thought will abolish) or simply... that I've held myself to this pattern of behavior. Which I also don't entirely perceive.
*thinks for a moment, turns on all of her full-spectrum lights*
Moo!
I don't know. I've fallen into some pretty boring patterns lately from which I strive to escape. But the kind of smooth, easy apathy is so... APPEALING! I don't know, entirely. I find that days pass with REMARKABLE speed (as speedy as the loading of sweet pr0n, no doubt), and at the end of every night I find myself thoroughly exhausted but with very little visible toil. I think that I am not doing enough to make my living tangible. When was the last time I left a granite monolith lying about? Easily, at least five or six days!
Why don't have I anything interesting to say? I know that I have been having a marvelous time thinking of witticisms in my head... oh! It is because now-a-days, I immediately expel such merry things from my mind, instead of tucking it into my little kangaroo pouch (my stummy!) for later use on here. I know that I have a social life and that such a thing is evil. So here is a large stick from a gingko tree, with which one may poke it. At this point I may think to myself about how I have not read anything relating to Marxist art theory in days. Which is quite naughty of me!
(It was pointed out to me the other day that I consistently use 'whom' correctly in casual conversations. Fuck yeah!)
Oh yeah, I keep meaning to find nice photographs to scan & place on here. I shall do that at some point and you can all see my various silver nitrate incarnations. (It occurs to me that vampires must have it much easier now that they can successfully elude this kind of detection.
I am now thinking entirely in the Stoker-mythos. Like, a vampire over in the Sahara Desert, doing a little bedouin jig on camera, with no one none the wiser!)
Otay. Lemme see if I can reply to comments, yo.
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I've only seen part of "Pumping Iron" ... enough to assume the rest was just as ridiculous.