Blogger of a psychopathic web crawler. I have way too much time on my hands. Oh, gosh. Another blog on the world wide web. Aren't we all just sooo excited about it? Anyway, I think I'm going to fiddle with the html until I kill the poor thing.
Headache. Formatted my C: today because I was giving up on fixing all the problems. Still one or two glitches but it is much better now.
I'm still laughing. Shifty left me five notes. The first one made me smile, the fifth just had me rolling around on the floor in laughter.
Just downloaded a song by a band someone recommended. I played it and thought "this is oddly familiar" so I found out Rasputina had done a cover of the Pink Floyd song, "Wish You Were Here", so I went digging around in the disorganized record collection (They were once in alphabetical order on one bored summer day) and found one Pink Floyd record with six songs on it and lo and behold, "Wish You Were Here" was on it. So I'm listening to Pink Floyd right now, and its just about to change over to "Another Brick In The Wall (Part II)". Makes me wonder how many times I've heard this record when I was little if I recognised a song and never actually recall listening to Pink Floyd (except for "Another Brick In The Wall" because I've heard that a number of times). You know, in about 5 minutes I'm going to have a massive pile of records sitting on the couch that I want to listen to. I grew up listening to The Firm's "Girls Got Feelings Too" which I could probably blame for any early feminist behaviour I exhibited and I'm sure that "Strawberry Ice Cream, Jelly and Cake" probably accounts for a lot of my stubborness. Okay, time for The Firm. Oh my god, I love this song! I haven't heard it in years! **proceeds to sing along to the words she can remember and completely stops typing for the duration of the song**. Awww, there's white cat hair on the records. Heehee. That's Crystal's. **whimpers**. I miss her. I think I need to fix my speakers. The left one keeps fading in and out every now and then. Oh my god. I have to play Somebody's Moggy. Kim Carnes, Carly Simon, Eagles, Rolling Stones, Def Leppard, Deep Purple, Creedence Clearwater Revival, hehe - Rodney Rude, Led Zeppelin, Weird Al (that'd be mine), Supertramp (still disappointed that someone slaughtered the logical song), Iron Butterfly, Status Quo, Cold Chisel (another record I grew up on), The Police, Santana.... Bill Haley and The Comets... Oh my god, Bill Haley and the Comets!! I'm nowhere near finished. That is like, one tenth of the records if that.
"Who wrote about anaesthetic kisses?"
Things people online have said to me which have made me smile, laugh, or want to hug them so hard that their heads pop off. Some of them may not make any sense without the full story but I’ll be here forever if I explain everything. So, since it was 6 pages long once I had completed editing all the crap out of it, I’m going to have to remove the not as good good stuff.
Okay. I was going to write a self-gratifying entry to make myself feel good and then realised I would have to wade through 37 pages of a word document to do so. But since it will make me feel good, I think I'll do it. I'm not gonna go to bed until I finish it either.
The poem I wrote earlier (3 entries down) was about 4 women I know who periodically post poetry and short stories on the internet. I absolutely love what they write. I'm sure there are more than 4 on my list but these 4 are my favourite. They're all women. They're all gay. I think that's just coincidence.
Okay, here it is. John's (aka Pool God) poem. I have no witty comments because he blew me away.
A warm up poem by John. The other poem promised will be coming shortly.
Wrote this about some people I know.
Our dear John (Pool God), whose link is at the top of the links section on the right, has been challenged to write a poem. If he actually comes through and does it you may not want to read it. He threatened to make it disturbing. But Robyn always says that he's just all talk. He made me promise to post it and not to edit it if he writes it. Lets see if he does.
I feel like I really need to cry. I think its just relief crying. Mum went to the doctors last week and she had to go to hospital today for tests, which all came back negative, thank god. So I think I've been sitting here for a week absolutely stressing that my mother may have something seriously wrong with her. She's fine though. I think I was worrying about myself too, just a little, ya know, genetics and all that shit. I'm just all wound up now, that's all. Damn Orthodontist appointment tomorrow morning. I forsee much pain in my future.
Mmmm, its a hot night. Perfect weather to go swimming in. That's the upside of sweltering summer days - warm nights. Although, they're a bitch to try and sleep in. Anyway, summer nights are not for sleeping. They're for being awake and having fun. I don't sleep so much in the summer as I do in the winter, well, not generally.
The first time I ever came across Mordantia Bat was at Gray Bat where her story, Chianti On The Cadaver, was featured and still is today. I loved this story right away. Don't ask me how I found Gray Bat. Wherever I came from, it's probably a link that has been a long time dead and gone. Her writing has always brought a smile to my face and the odd laugh or two and is constantly thought-provoking.
I must have found one of the best online quizzes ever. I mean, who can resist a Kevin Smith quiz??
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Hehehe. Jono got pissy because I posted the poem (yes, you did Jono. No arguments. You were pissy!). And if Paul is angry because I posted a poem about him then he can tell me to take it down. So if it disappears, its because Paul told me to take it down and not because Jono said he would be angry with me if he was him. Blah. Enough said.
Okay. I'm just fooling around with this blog thing at the moment. Its quite fun actually. I just have to mess around with the html now. heehee
