Current Music: Really irritating easy-listening muzak on the Writing Center stereo. Directly behind me. Want... to... break...stereo... but... boss... is... in... room! Argh!!!
Current Thought: Funny how, just when you think it's safe to check your e-mail, somebody sends you a forwarded survey.
Muahahahah. I am now the Keeper of Merrill's Elegant Discourse On How Removing His Gum At The Last Minute Saved Him From A Traumatic Experience That Would Have Scarred Him For Life. I love joaquin-phoenix.net.
Okay, so the other day I noticed that homestarrunner.com was going to release a Trogdor the Burninator t-shirt very soon, and today when I checked, the shirt is available for purchase. And I was thinking, great, now I know what to get Sam for his birthday! (Sam loves Trogdor.) But then I saw that the shirt is a limited edition Shirt of the Month, and will only be sold this month. Sam's birthday is in December. Sigh.
So I sent him the link. At least he knows about it now. And by the end of the month I just know I'll see him at youth group with a Trogdor shirt. Sigh.
Speaking of monthly stuff, the Book of the Month, Movie of the Month, and CD of the month still refuses to properly update. So now there are two Books, Movies, and CDs of the Month. Dang that HTML stuff. And dang Blogger. Dang it to heck.
Wait, wait, I didn't mean it! Don't cancel my account! Please?
And speaking of Blogger (I'm just chock full of segues today), I noticed their nifty new MP3-hosting service for audio blog entries. It sounded pretty cool, and then I saw that it costs money to do it. Figures. But really, it wouldn't be that hard to do something like that using a free hosting service with a goodly portion of space. Record your message as a .wav file, then use a program like GoldWave to convert it and save it as a low-kbps MP3 file, then upload it to your hosting service. Easy, nifty, and completely free.
Okay, now they're really going to cancel my account. Namar.
Current Music: Muddy Waters, on the Writing Center stereo.
Current Thought: Trog-DORRRRRR!!!
It's 1:15. There's nobody at the Writing Center save for my boss and three other consultants. I tried to sit down and write for a while, but it just wasn't in me. Eventually I drew a picture of Trogdor the Burninator on a Post-It note. Then I decided to go on my blog and tell everybody that I drew Trogdor on a Post-It note. Then I tried to update my Movie of the Month, Book of the Month, and CD of the Month, but for some reason it's refusing to update properly. So yeah. It's a dull, boring, dirty day. And some days are better than others.
Have I mentioned that I haven't stopped listening to Zooropa since I bought it? I don't know why some U2 fans don't like that CD. It's got such a great vibe.
Anyway, yeah. Until next time, Trog-DORRRRRR!!! And namar.
Current Thought: Don't move, don't talk out of time, don't think don't worry everything's just fine...
It was a party
And everyone wore black.
The little girl
Would have been conspicuous
In powder blue
If anyone could see her.
She walked in a forest
Of black slacks and nylon-sheathed legs,
And looked for a while at plates
Of cheese and crackers and vegetable dip
But she wasn't hungry.
She was just bored.
No one at the party
Talked about anything.
They put their arms around
Each other's shoulders
And women cried mascara tears
Into rainy grey Kleenex
And said "Why her?
She was so young
It's not fair; her poor mother
She was such a sweet girl"
The little girl in powder blue
Didn't know who they meant
But she did hear her name
From some of the women, and each time
She turned around
To see if they wanted to talk to her
But they went on crying black.
Her little brother, on the floor with blocks
In a little black suit,
Saw her and waved.
She waved back.
Nearby a fat Aunt
shook with sobs and blew her nose.
The girl looked around the room one more time
And went upstairs to her room.
There was a window by her bed
And through it she could see the pool
Where she had drowned two days before.
Current Music: The Wanderer, U2 and Johnny Cash (stuck in my head)
Current Thought: Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, guess I'll go eat donuts.
It never fails. I ask people en masse to do an incredibly simple task, such as replying to an e-mail or clicking a link that says "Comment on this," and absolutely nothing happens. Hmmph. So that leaves me with two possibilities. Either a) nobody reads this blog, or b) everbody I know reads this blog, but nobody comments. Now it seems to me that there is an equal likelihood of either of these possibilities being true, so Ockham's Razor doesn't really apply. Oh, well. Either way, this brings me to an interesting conclusion: Since nobody reads this blog, I can post whatever I want (as if I don't already). And even if somebody did read this blog, nobody would comment on what I posted! Bwahahahahahahaha! Power, preciousss... it's mine, all miiiiiiine!
Erm. Well. Anyway. Speaking of Gollum and Gollum-relate paraphernalia, yesterday I played Lord of the Rings Risk for the first time ever, and it was pretty dang fun. I took a few territories from Sam and Eryn, and even managed to defeat Loyal and get a slice of Rohan. Unfortunately I had to leave before the game was finished, then waited for fifteen minutes as Mom talked with Eryn's mom, and I cleaned the dust off Sam's license plate.
So yeah. That's about all there is to report. Until next time, don't comment, and Namar.
