22:34 - 2005-11-28
It's Been A While©
Whoa.
It's been forever since I updated. No doubt D-land will welcome me back by promptly losing every last bit of my passionate little entry forever as soon as I finish it...*copies entry into Word document, saves it, burns it to 2 back-up CDs and grins smuggly at computer case* What now, eh? Heh heh heh...
Sheesh, it's been so long, I don't remember what I said last. Were we still doing the comic thing? Did I even post a Halloween pic? Not that anyone knows, because I'm sure very few still read this (especially after my traitorous delays ó,ò)...
I do have an explanation, for those of you still with us: See our humble little computer had 15 Trojans in it. If you don't know about Trojans, or if you justl ike analogies: Trojans are like HIV for computers. You get one, and what you do is you put your computer in a box and set it out on the curb. Or, if you're like me, you reformat your harddrive. 'Course, I have a lot of important stuff, so I had to back it all up first (on seven CDs, if you're curious. Five of which were music...) Then Dad had to find the boot disk, and he couldn't, so he had to make a new one, and, well, it took a while to get everything operational again.
I'm also going to be gone a while longer. I'm making all my Christmas presents from scratch this year, so I'm gonna need some time to work on them.
Geez, tho...I know I've been gone a long time when I read up and find out: "Spee has a BOYFRIEND?!" (::coughcough:: significant other [I've been driven to such mundane idioms...])
Well, but that's good ^_^ We can...do something...I dunno, as couples. Couples do things right? With other couples? That's the Earth custom, right?
Well, I came to say more than just "Whoo-bobby, I dun been gone a long time," like some elderly nostalgic mole with a bublous, swollen head.
Yes, large though my head may be, I actually came to impart my Christmas list as cryptically as possible because I'm one of those people who would rather get generic and confusing gifts than ask for things she really wants. Yay for joy in mediocrity! Yay for trying too hard to be unselfish! Whoohoo™! Hurrah©!
Anyway ^_^ Here's a list till I get the animated gif put together. The list is written in ~*magical invisiable TrueType ink*~ that only illiterate leprechauns and retards can read. So, if you can't read it, it just means that you are really smart and probably quite good-looking as well ^_^
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And as you've probably noticed, high-lighting it won't work either. You'll have to eat ~*magic kidney beans*~ which will make you Harry-Potter-intolerant so that if you read or watch or talk about Harry Potter, your kidneys will explode. And I don't think you wanna give up Harry Potter and your kidneys just to buy me presents ^_^
Till next time (whenever that may be), I leave you with this:
St. John (yes, THE St. John) and some other dude (his drinking buddy I guess) got bored of normal life, so they decided to dwell upon every intellectual and artistic movement ever to grace the history of man. It was a wonderful revelry. But eventually, the wonders of post-modernism and the Rennaisance faded, and St. Johnny and his friend were left with nothing to make their stale old life interesting. So they went looking for thrills in the real world.
They had a lot of choiced at the time: they could watch sports, go to the theatre, John could do a bit of baptising...but of all the things in the world to do, their boredom drove them to one thrilling activity, and one alone: grave robbing. Yes, grave robbing. Not hockey; not poker; grave robbing. So they went and ocllected a bunch of weird stuff that you would find in graves and tombs: statues of light-vomiting dragons, pipes that gave off one of many unpleasant and nausiating odors depending on one's mood...you know, the usual "tomb-loot". I won't spoil the ending for you though, because you are probably not only enticed and enthralled, but also very confused. This is not, however, my story. It was actually published. By a well-known author. *GASP!* It's really very funny and comically dramatic, though it's meant to be *looks on cover of book* a tale of "Terror" and "Death"...It's a short story by H.P. Lovecraft called The Hound. Trust me, it isn't scary at all. Look it up, if you want a good laugh ^_^
