Friday, 14. November 2008, 13:43:41
screaming-bloody-murder, horrible horrible death, smiting, rant
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They cancelled
Easy Money. I watch TWELVE current TV shows every week, and they
cancel the one I deem best of them after only having run for FOUR episodes.
Bloody. Bleeding. Bastard. Hell.
Saturday, 6. May 2006, 00:44:14
this-blog, self-pity, people, paranoia
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Just in case I happen to have any lurking readers who don't really know me beyond the impression they've gotten here - fat chance, but anyway - I'll say this:
Yes, you've gotten the right impression. I'm a terribly pathetic person with no social life whatsoever.
However, how pathetic aren't you for having thought this about someone you don't know at all? About someone with whom you have never met? Yes, you turned out to be right, but you didn't know that at the time.
You, sir (or lady), are even more pathetic than I am.
That's right.
You are.
And I, cleverly, cunningly, smartly, almost brilliantly, have tricked you, an otherwise fine chap (or lady) into this position, in effect smiting you with my exceptional intelligence.
Thus, I am de-patheticifying myself by making you people even more pathetic than I have ever been.
Swoon at my greatness, I implore you! Swoon!
Wednesday, 28. December 2005, 20:30:04
siblings, boardgames, rant, self-pity
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No, not in the perverted way. I'm simply trying to make a pun, seeing as I'm somewhat annoyed that my brother's friends chose today of all days to ask if he (and myself) wanted to play a round of board-games. Good board-games, like "A Game of Thrones" which we probably will play tonight - usually take time. And tomorrow is the only day during the entire vacation where I have to get to work at nine in the morning.
Conclusion? Faith's a bitch. (No offense intended towards all the Dushku-lovers out there)
I'll probably get only five hours of sleep tonight. Way too little, of course, and it still won't let me stay up as long as I would had tomorrow been almost any other day of the year.
Anywho. Having ranted somewhat about this blasted conundrum, I'll go over to less blog-like-things, to keep in style with the non-blogyness that hopefully encompasses this, er, blog.
SNOW.
It's white, it's cold, and it's damn dangerous when placed in the wrong spots or appears in the wrong amount, but darn it, it's nice. There's snow outside now. Has been for some time. Still far less than it would have been on the twenty-eight of December ten years ago, but that's global warming for ya. Hopefully this will invoke the wrath of Ymir upon humanity and smite them all asunder. (I do like Knox and count myself out for purposes of health. Of course, he died right afterwards...)
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