Some of you might be wondering why I haven't been updating as regularly as before.
If you are one of those people I will slap you in the face and yell "What? Don't you have anything better to do then to read mindless ramblings of a crazed old coot?"
Seriously... Love the dedication and all but...
It is a tad bit sad.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
High Ho Silver!
Salutations brethren of the lower order for today is a glorious day. Indeed every day is glorious as it was not this way before.
Everytime you look around the world is different it has changed my friends.
But I ask you this; Where did it go?
Surely a place in time may not simply vanish into oblivion and another takes its place. Surely such a feat would be monsterous and a great occurence that it would not go unnoticed.
But it must happen. For if the future is going to happen the present has to be removed. There can be only enough time in the world for one time otherwise we would be bustling up against next Tuesday whilst trying to navigate around Wednesday's fallen cart.
Yes, the past is a foreign country. You do not want to wonder what it does or where it goes. And yet... we do.
Something may be said of the human mind, either its curiousity or sheer stubborness.
But alas as another sliver thin moment is lost to the ages and dissapears to an unknown place I too must leave. For is it not written "This report will not write itself!"?
Everytime you look around the world is different it has changed my friends.
But I ask you this; Where did it go?
Surely a place in time may not simply vanish into oblivion and another takes its place. Surely such a feat would be monsterous and a great occurence that it would not go unnoticed.
But it must happen. For if the future is going to happen the present has to be removed. There can be only enough time in the world for one time otherwise we would be bustling up against next Tuesday whilst trying to navigate around Wednesday's fallen cart.
Yes, the past is a foreign country. You do not want to wonder what it does or where it goes. And yet... we do.
Something may be said of the human mind, either its curiousity or sheer stubborness.
But alas as another sliver thin moment is lost to the ages and dissapears to an unknown place I too must leave. For is it not written "This report will not write itself!"?
Sunday, May 2, 2010
A small break from cramming.
CUE TUMBLEWEED!
I just updated this on a whim, you can put away your pitchforks now...
*looks at crowd*
...all one of you.
Hi Mum!
I just updated this on a whim, you can put away your pitchforks now...
*looks at crowd*
...all one of you.
Hi Mum!
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