Monday, August 12, 2002
Tonight there is a thin crescent moon, and it is orange.
I hate the heat. I hate this heat. Really, why can't it just hurry up and be winter already? I do so wish that it would.
I printed out all of the captions for my final comic book in MassArt on my computer tonight. I had a great deal of fun with fonts. I just thought that you ought to know that.
*with all that's fake there's sense to make from toys that break*
The little symbol on iTunes for 'burn CD' looks just like I want my comic hatchways to look. I think that that's kinda cool. I wonder whatever possessed them to make it look like a hatchway? I wonder if that's too many 's's in possessed? I wonder if a sentence beginning with I wonder should actually be punctuated with a question mark?
Once again, I would like to strongly reiterate the fact that I utterly loathe and despise my little brother.
bring in CDs tomorrow bring in CDs tomorrow bring in CDs tomorrow
So far I have been contacted by the US Army, the Navy, and the Air Force regarding the possibility that I would want to enlist in their respective organizations. Obviously these people do not know me at all. If you do know me, you know exactly what I mean.
Can you really go sideways in all directions?
I do not like glue sticks. No matter what you do, if you want to get your paper to stick down in all it's corners, you will end up with glue stick on your fingers. This then gets dirty and sticky and all over your work. Then you swear (in French, of course), and attack your work uselessly with a kneaded eraser. Once you've determined that doesn't work, you shout and wave the paper around and snap at the cat that wanders in and tries to eat the paper. Then you realize you've gotten the dirty, sticky glue all over everything you've touched in your little fit of rage, and you lapse into another fit of rage. Then you go wash your hands and maybe sulk for a bit. Then you use the glue stick again, because you haven't got anything else around. Repeat indefinitely.
That's why I hate glue sticks.
i don't own emotion
what was it about that night?
connection in an isolating age
for once the shadows gave way to light
for once i didn't disengage
Errrrrrrrrg. I feel like there should be more to say. Alas, I am under a time constraint, due to the profound and inexhaustible evilness of little brothers.
O yeah. Today I mentioned something about having a blog and how I liked it because it was good writing practice. Someone said that it wasn't, because it wasn't proper english at all. I was a little surprised at this misconception. I read a few diverse blogs, and none of the ones I read use 'IM english'. They all use standard, perfectly good if occasionally conversational, english. I endeavor to do the same. Why do people assume that a blog is written in that cat-awful IM english? y dont u lemme no bout that, k? ttyl!
Got the pictures back. They included some lovely ones of Krystal being choked. There were a couple of Rebecca going way overboard with the salt. And there were some outside action shots of Tyler, Chris and Nathan having a little bit too much fun with a kickball.
I would like to state that RENT merging into Orgy makes for some really, really weird music.
now there's nothing left but time
now that i'm following you
That moon is so cool! I wonder what makes it orange? Is it something about the angle of reflection of light from the sun? Is it something in the clouds or upper atmosphere? Is it some dirt on my window? I do not know.
Arright. That's the total for the nonce. Sconce. Hee hee hee. Nonce.