Samurai

Did you know that Samurai always land on thier feet? It's a proven scientific fact. We're not sure why, but it's true. Of course, if you land on your feet after falling 30 stories, you're still dead, so it's kind of a moot point. Yup. Skins and jeans are good for keeping you warm in the snow. That's all.

Blah Blah

Blah blah blah blah. Blah, Blah blah blah blah blah blah. Bla blah blah blauh. Bluh! Blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah. As you can see, I haven't much to say. =)

Had To

Well, I just had to post. I read a couple others, and I felt I owed it to myself, and anyone who checks this still, to write something new. Well. That's a deep subject. Well? Get it? LOLZ!! Okay, so it's late and I haven't really got anything to say. But that's what has made this blog great over the years. Well, for the past year and three quarters. That didn't exactly roll off the tongue, did it? What really rolls off the tongue is this: . I just sat here for like two minutes and nothing that rolls off the tongue comes to mind. A kiss rolls off the lips, generally speaking. And I didn't want to get into politics. So, that'll be all.

SO!

Well, this evening I went to do my famous poetic line. for those of you who aren't aquainted with my famous poetic line, I do it at night and it goes as follows: "I sometimes look up at those stars, and I wonder if the person I'm thinking of is looking at those very stars at this moment. And if they are, if that somehow connects us in a special way."
Well, tonight I had the opportunity to say it in the course of the conversation, but it was snowing. So I looked up, and said, "Sometimes, I look up and I think, dang, I wish the stars were out." So yeah, that was pretty funny. Well, TTFN folks.

G'night

Well, this is a late night post. Not any later than normal, but I usually don't post in a room where people are sleeping. But now I must go. SO I will leave you with this thought: If a tripod didn't have three legs, would it still be called a tripod? Thank you, and goodnight.

Scoffs

I've got nothing to say. Slippery polyp melts with fish on the side are just plain tasty. Nothing is coming. I will do my Sage exercises. Sage on, Sage off. Nothing is coming. Tapioca pudding! I take my leave.

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It's better to be jabbed in the ribs with a knee than a spear. That's what I always say!

Sage Nog!!!

Well, I have created a new drink! Sage Nog!!! It's very easy to make. Mix one part apple juice with two parts 2 percent milk. Then sprinkle on some cinnamon and warm it up till it's nice and warm but not hot. And there you have it, Sage Nog. It's pretty darn tasty, actually. I ran yesterday, and also exercised today. Boy, does it ever help one's mood! I mean, look how many exclamation points I've used in this post! I'm really excited! Probably the Sage Nog. Anyways, that'll be all. Thank you, and goodnight.

That Time of Year

Well, it's that time of year again. I always seem to bog down and get all listless in November, not exactly sure why. Probably the weather. I'm not really running anymore. Ah well. What I need is something to inspire me through the dreariness of the coming months. Of course, it would help It didn't seem as if I'd lost interest in writing. But my passion is gone for some reason. But, tis the season. Maybe I should fall in love. Pffffffffff. Yeah right. I'm totally kidding. If that happened I'd be obsessive and listless. Never a good combination. With God's help I shall make it through as I always do. That's about it.

-End Transmission

Obamanation

Well, it's about official, we are an Obamanation. To be frank, I'm actually not too worried. Probably should be, but I'm not. God Help us. And remember...

Life is good, even when it's not!

Lalala, lalala, Roll a One.

[1] Oh, it did, how nice. Anyways, yeah. It's late. I think I'll go to bed now. Holy cow. It's not a sow, don't you know how to use a plow? Not right now! Five finicky freckled frenchmen fling forks for fun. Woah. Goodnight.

Here You Go

Well, here you go, I'm posting. And I've got nothing to say. But who cares, I rarely have something to say anyways. And it seems to work well enough for me. Goodness, I'm seeing stars before my eyes. Time for bed I expect. Not just yet. I'm going to make a rhyme:

There once was a boy from a land,
Who lived in a house full of sand,
Then one day old Doug,
Just gave him a slug,
And it oozed slime all over his hand!

That was pathetic. Funny, but pointless. Oh well. I will take my leave of you. Thank you, and goodnight.

So, Tired...

I'm very very very tired right now. I've been up over 16 hours, after a shorter night of sleep then I need. gnodb tioyyyy eryyyyyyyyyyyyy. Oops. You'll excuse me, my hands fell asleep on the keyboard there for a moment. I better get to bed. But first a random thought. Peanut butter is very tasty, and not too bad, considering the actual salt content. Whatever that is. about 4 I think. I'm not sure 4 whats though. Thank you, and good night.

Poetic License

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Clubdis(another post without a good name)

It's late, I'm tired, and I'm posting with nothing to say. That's all I've got to say. Had a good day. I love Weddings. Drinks all around! I went to a wedding. It was at a brewery. They had good rootbeer. It was tasty. Goodnight.

Slubdy (Post Without a Good Title)

I'm listening to music right now. And I'm posting. Just felt I should. I'm glad everyone liked the poem. So, yeah, what's happening in my life? God is moving. He's so good. Praise be to God. Aside from the obvious...

The other night when I was riding to a dance party with Michael of Koval, we were listening to "Into the West". Man, I was listening to that, and I got all choked up. Aside from that though, I noticed that the poetry of the lyrics had a lot of the same style I use in my poetry. It was interesting, because I'd never heard it before, yet it sounded almost familiar. I wonder who wrote the lyrics to that. Whoa. "Shadow of the Day" by Lincoln Park and "Over my Head" By the Fray have almost identical opening beats, for like the first 3 seconds of the song. Yeah, I shouldn't listen to music when I post. That'll be all. Remember:

Life is good, even when it's not! (Because God is good, all the time!)

By Popular Demand...

Well, I suppose I will continue to post, since so many people want me too. And also because I had a really good idea. Course, I forgot it by now, so I'll just do a poem, methinks:

The Land of Grey

I journey down to twilight's shore,
And I find there
A grey old door.

I go through, and find a place,
With indistinctness,
With no face.

Deep within this land of grey,
There is no night,
There is no day.

The only thing that can be found
Are lost souls,
For far around.

They wander here, they wander there,
Each one, with just,
A single care.

They want to leave this land of wastes,
And find a way,
To better place.

They cannot stand the the land of sun,
But at the darkness,
They still run.

Why I'm here, I do not know,
But something wants
Me not to go.

It follows me for quite a time,
As I wander,
Making rhyme.

As I walk I feel it close,
An evil trap,
A bloody rose.

And so I take to instant flight,
And fast return
Into the light.

That land of shadows, mist and grey,
It is not night
But hates the day.

It's something worse, stuck in between
A place of dangers
All unseen.


Wow, that was haunting. Anyways, it's good to be back. Not that I was gone very long, but I digress. I guess the point of that poem is that for me, I think it worse to have no convictions then to have evil ones. To coin a phrase: "If you don't stand for something, then you haven't got anything." Not very eloquent. Ah well, that's what poems are for, right?

Wake Me Up When September Ends...

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends.

Like my fathers come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends.

Wow, seems like yesterday I was little kid. And now here I am, practically grown up, and on the threshhold of my real life. It's a bit scary, but exciting and hopeful too. Strange, how time passes us by like that. Ah, the careless days of childhood...
Anyway, I probably won't be back to posting again for a while. Look for me in a couple months. And remember; Life is good, even when it's not!

As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when september ends.

In Shape

Well, I'm very pleased with myself. After over a month of running, I'm in the best shape of my life. And you know how I can tell? I ran a mile and it was actually refreshing. Funny that. Anyways, that's about all. All aboard for marshmallow mateys! And I'm off. Remember:

Life is good, even when it's not! (as long as you have God!)

Randomness Marathon

Okay, here we go with as many random sentences as we can come up with. I'm working with the honorable Master Hazaderos this evening. Anyways, down to business.



A man with a cutlass attacked a cuttlefish in the ocean, bitterly defying the environmentalist's torid pleas. The leatherback turtle made obscene, sarcastic comments, while passing the great white shark. Then, the ultramontane scallywag downed a bottle of Vicodin. The bullace of Cuba then shirked an orris. "Manticore!" exclaimed the stylobate, just before crumbling into grumblecakes. "The nomenclature of Tasman was rather glutinous. Leto is leviable."

Suddenly, and without foreknowledge, warning, or consent, Jacob danced for the telephone. "Hello, land of the lollipops," he proclaimed paraprofessionally.
"This is a transmogrifying transmitter. Trill translocation to a transvestite."
"What in the name of Frederick Rodrigez?" *POOF* Jacob was a Gary. "Great Gaggling Gromets" He giggled gallantly. Then his Liver Hytrophied. And he died with a lectern 'pon his chest. Poor, poor Jacob.

Then the Sage rallied an army of bold anarchic minds. They proceeded to proverbially poke puns at putrid publications. Then a paisley metropolis fell to their cunning brigandage. And there was much rejoicing. Green eyes took his Thomson, and riddled Prince Metternich with icy bullets. "Pear oil!" exclaimed the peccant lad. Then, he was pin-trapped by semblable Seneca. They murdered him, but to his last he remained ever semiotic.

-End Transmission

A Little Story

I wrote this as a comment to something, but it actually made a perfect post, so here it is(with a bit of changing)!

Run! Hop! Skip! Jump! Fly! Soar! Now, I'll tell you the price I payed for being random. I once knew this beautiful girl. Of course, she didn't notice me. And you know why? I had a suit of armor I had made of calculated unpredictability. So she blew me off forever. And you know what the moral is? Never be random, unless you're willing to pay for it. Course, later the suit saved me from a blood thirsty swarm of swamp shrimp, but tis another story...

Is Anyone Listening?

I don't know if anyone is still reading this, but I haven't posted in a while, so I wouldn't blame you if you weren't. I'm about to have my second breakfast. Bagel and orange juice. I haven't anything to say, except this:

Windmill, Windmill for the land.
Turn forever hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
It is sinking, falling down
Love forever love is free
Let's turn forever you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?

Twenty points for anyone who can tell me what that is without using a search engine. Five if you do use one. Life is great folks. Because God is good. Later!

Been a While

Well, it's been a little while since my last post, hasn't it? I've been busy with my latest idea: Trellarya. Check it out at www.Trellarya.blogspot.com. Also, I spent my weekend attending the Stuebenville West youth conference, which was AWESOME! God is so good. It was a seriously changing experience. I was moved greatly. I don't have any thoughts right now, so, till later, This is The Highland Sage, signing out.

-End Transmission

Thoughts at 12

Well, I've really got nothing to say tonight. And it bugs me. Funny, that a lack of thoughts should annoy me while many people seek to achieve that. Of course, tis not I that seek that. It's the difference, I suppose. Funny, really. You may have achieved someone else's ideal, and yet you still are not contect with yourself. Course, it makes sense. To thine own self be true. If you're not your own ideal, then it doesn't matter if you're someone elses. Because we all aspire to be our own ideal. And this is going in circles at this point. Thank you, and goodnight.

TAS

-THS to TAS, come in please, over.

-TAS here, I copy, over.

-Glad to hear you TAS. What's cookin on your end of the line, over?

-Nothing much. Things have been pretty good around here. The price of oil just keeps shrinking, and everyone says the CSA is in an economic upswing, over.

-Sounds good. How's your girl been, how's the family, over?

-Oh, my family's great. And my girl, well, it's the same as last time. What about you, over?

-My family's fine. And my girl is unchanged as well, IE, I don't have one, over.

-Too bad. Listen, I gotta go. Remember, Goodness is life, even when you're dead. over

-Yeah, later man. Life's good even when it's not. This is THS, over and out.

Random

Well, for this post I'm going to put one word that pops out at me from each of my previous posts, and try to waeve it into something meaningful. So here goes:

Swamp ice was bossing stupid man in metaphor wessels. I've memorable emotions. Monopoly giants go back to problematic apostles. Anyways, mascara got old. It's something Russians got. My grasshopper can't say Copenhagen. Tea I've brought Aragorn. Nazgul enjoy churros. Ahoy, Japan. Poppets are effective yesterday, Saint Michael was Britain. Goodnight bros. Sorry I've siezed Libertarians. Anyways, just hearsay. Lady, you can stinking hit everyone. Beautiful Penny Huckabee sounds really good. Today, alas, damaged you. Think, sagey dwarves continue to check clouds that died! I'm bipedal. Cabbage things go always. Dan was jergumblespuz once, but you fanged German Shakespeare cream on Tuesday. Whether goats ought rule, splunge queen. Well, treachery Ezra my hotline! Lemme be, fish. Continue finally poetics, even to poems.

And that's all for tonight!

Troglodite

So, thought I'd do something different for this post. Of course, it was only a thought. And on second thought, I couldn't think of anything different. So I'll just stick to what I do best. which is generally poems.

Far Far away, is a land by the sea,
And in that land they search for keys,
Not keys that open locks or doors,
They search for things that open more.

The keys to secrets of this life,
Like how to find the perfect wife.
And how to always win at cards,
And how to sing as well as bards.

And when they find the key to one,
They all rejoice, and have some fun.
Some day I'd like to go and see,
This far off land, out by the sea.

Checking In

Well, I would like to do some sort of improvisational comedic sketch, but I'm afraid I'm still creatively exhausted from the last post. Man, that was a good one! Anyways, just wanted to check in and post something, even if it is nothing. Later!

At What Point?

At what point does a persona you've created become more of you than your old self is? What is the point of no return at which you can no longer distinguish persona from person? I don't know about others, but I think I've recently passed that point with my "Highland Sage" persona. About a year and a half ago I merely created it to have a sort of escape from being Dominic. But now, Dominic is the Highland Sage, and the Highland Sage is Dominic. Yet they are still both there. It's as if the character I created slowly crept into my normal life. But you know what? I'm glad. I originally created The Highland Sage as an idealistic, romantic, random, poet. And that is what I have become, though with the stability of someone in the real world. Over all, it's not too bad actually. I suppose it was my way of choosing what I found ideal, and working to become it. And I suppose it worked pretty well. With that thought in mind this is the one and only Highland Sage, reminding you to keep striving to become your best, and always remember that:

Life is good, even when it's not!

Ocarinas

Well, after a busy weekend, here I am, posting. I got my Ocarinas in the mail yesterday, and I can already play like five songs, though I've only really mastered one. It's totally awesome! And I would go into poetics, but I'm afraid of where they might go tonight. Maybe I'll give you something a little more refined later in the week.

-END TRANSMISSION

WooHoo

I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade
He'd let us in, knows where we've been
In his octopus' garden in the shade
...
We would sing and dance around
because we know we can't be found
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade


I got Abbey Road for my birthday!! There's some really good songs on it. And some not so good songs on it. But overall I like it. Course, I've only listened to it once. I finally ran again today. I was please, I only lost about 30 seconds in nearly two months. And my course usually takes me between 13-14 minutes to run. So I did pretty well. The monsoons are here finally, and It's great! Course, I'd rather be in an octopus' garden, but who wouldn't?

I'd like to be under the sea...

Final June Post

Well, I just thought I'd make one more post before June ends for this year. It's kind of a funny thing to think about. There will never be another June of 2008. It's going to be gone soon. Wow, that's really strange to think about. Anyways...

I had three strange dreams last night. Fighting Black Magic that turned peoples eyes green and then made them evil, going on another camp out, and last but not least, exploring the Papal mansion. None of the story lines were based in reality. The characters were all people I know though. Mostly. There were a few shady figures in the first, and I couldn't tell if they were gangsters or government agents. I think my subconscious is having a nervous breakdown. Seriously though, it must have been one of those dreams re-processing recent events, because I can think of how all of it could be tied into stuff that's happened to me recently. Well, I think that's just about enough of me for tonight! Thank you, and goodnight.

Jotungard

So, I just wrote the first word that popped into my head for a title. It's not really relevant to what this post is about, but oh well.

Anyway, I'd like to take a few moments to talk about fear. It's been something I've been thinking about this week. First, Father's homily on Sunday was about fear. He talked about how fear holds us back in our relationship with God. We're afraid to go deeper because we may not like what God wants us to do. It was interesting. Then, yesterday, I had a first hand experience with what I could have missed if I had given in to fear. You see, I was afraid to start a certain conversation I had yesterday, but I did, and in the end I got a lot out of it. I'm very glad I didn't listen to my fears. I guess it's true what FDR said, "We have nothing to fear but fear itself." And also, wasn't it God who said it first, "Be not afraid."? With that in mind, I'll take my leave.

-End Transmission

----(:_:)---- or Four Eyed Fuzzball Alone in the Dark

Well, I actually don't think anyone's reading this anymore. If you are would you comment? I haven't had any comments for what, three posts, over a week? Oh well. The lack of comments inspired the title of the post. And I'll keep writing, even if you don't comment. If only so that I'll eventually have enough material for a Blook. Anyways...

I just finished a game of Civ2 as "The Tharrinian Empire". It was awesome. The greatest city in the world was Gotham, followed by Zer and Thebes(all in my possession). It makes me dream. It's gotten my writing senses tingling. What is life like in Tharinia? What are the national pastimes, values, etc. Course, I'm already working on a book. Which I haven't written on in ages. Needs a bit of a rework anyways. Oh well. It's not like I have to worry about for a couple years. But, I do want to make a difference. Start small, it'll all fall into place. Don't worry, you'll see. God's with us. And because of that, life's good, even when it's not.

This is the time
To be more than a name
Or a face in the crowd
I know this is the time
This is the time of my life

Busy

Well, I found out about an interesting organization today. The Society for Creative Anachronism. I was thinking about maybe getting into it, then I realized I have very little time as it is. It's something I would like, but I haven't got the amount of time I'd need to put into it to feel like I wasn't cheating myself. Besides, a new play starts this week. "Much Ado About Nothing", set in the 1950s. It's going to be awesome! Things are good. I might get a bit more philosophical, but I have got nothing to say. Ooh, on a different note, I played two games of laser tag on Saturday, and won both! Now I really am a warrior poet. Thank you, and goodnight.

Na Na

Na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye. The time is late. And that song is in my head. I think I'll go to bed. Rest my tired head...

Na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodnight.

Fog

Boy, things are a bit weird for me right now. I'd say I'm in a sort of mental fog. I can't seem to place things these days. It's somewhat disconcerting. It's just a passing thing. Got to remember my priorities. Got to keep moving, remember life's good. I'm sure you know the feeling. It's just a human experiance, I suppose. A little more prayer would probably work miracles. Course, isn't that what it's for?

Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be...

Sailing

Well, I could barely believe how much fun I had this weekend. Aside from being with my old friends I had many sagey exploits. We created a nation(Crazy Quatro) that lasted for two hours and was centered around a fire we lit on the lake shore at about 1 AM yesterday. I also sailed a boat with Nat and James. I was suprised at how much I knew from just riding in the sailboat. We almost capsized once(we were all standing on the side of the bench) but we righted and only took on about 10 or 15 gallons of water. Course, then it took me forever to get the plug back in, but that's another story. It was a great weekend. That'll be it for tonight. Goodnight.

Diggy Dee Da

Diggy dee da dee a doo do, diggy dee da dee a dooooooo! Well, I'm rather excited. Camping near the Sea of Dogs all weekend. Our annual naval bouts! Argh! I feel like singing. I wonder if I could post song clips on here. Oh well. Anyways...



How come there's never enough dumplings as you would like? I mean, there's always tons of chicken, but never as many dumplings as you would like. Someday I'd like to eat dumplings to my heart's content. Once I did that with biegnets. I think I had like, five and a half biegnets. Oh, man, those are the best things ever. Boy, I'm making myself hungry. Well, 'til next time,
Drink up me hearties Yo Ho!

For the Record

Let the record show that on this night of June 9th, 2008, The Highland Sage was out in a long sleeved black shirt, with his hair spiked up, and guyliner on. He looked a bit like Boo Radley actually. And he is in a rather strange mood, which seems to come to him a lot lately. Boo...
Maybe he's lonely...

Life is good, even when it's not.

Dirty

Well, I went wandering for two and a half hours today. And I came back DIRTY! Actually, I lied down in the dirt because as I was coming over a rather steep rise, I saw an elk. So I hit the dirt and watched it for a while. It was grazing, and it looked like it was pretty young. Also I wandered in a direction I hadn't before, and I had to crawl under a couple barbwire fences to get back home directly. So, yeah, I was dirty. Not to mention I carried around rocks I thought fit well in my hands(That is, until I got tired of them, or found better ones). When I got home, and took off my socks, I could see where they had come up to, because above it was so dirty. Then I showered, and when I was done felt very very clean. It's nice, every once in a while. Ooh, also I made up another saying: I'd rather die with a knife in my back than from falling off a cliff because I trusted no one to help me. That's it for tonight.


-End Transmission

Half

This is half a post. It's going to be short. I started my math at 9:45 PM today, and actually, I think it went very well. I was more awake then I am around 2 or 3 when I usually do it. Course, time only matters in relation to other people, if you think about it. I mean, if you were the only person on Earth, would you need a watch. Personally, I'd be too busy trying to get to Narnia, or Malachandra, etc. if I was the only person on Earth.

Hair

Don't know why, but my hair is alway the best looking late at night when no one I care to impress is around to see it. Oh well. It's really a pitty. I'd like to say that this is probably the last time I will every make a blog post like this. It's also the first time too! Imagine!

When the cold of winter comes
Starless night will cover day
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain

But in dreams I can hear your name
And in dreams
We will meet again

When the seas and mountains fall
And we come, to end of days
In the dark I hear a call
Calling me there,
I will go there
And back again

Heck

Boy, I don't know why I'm still posting. I haven't had a decent post in ages. My brain is under much creative strain. It feels like I'm just out of creativity. As if someone grabbed my brain, and put it through a ringer and squished all the creative juices out of it. Wow, that was graphic. But seriously, I haven't written on my book, or on anything important, in weeks. I feel pathetic. This post is just going down hill. I had better end it before I spill out my heart on the idiotic problems I'm experiencing. And, more importantly, I must remember, "Life is good, even when it's not!"

Let's Keep in Touch

So, la dee doo. I'm feeling like Boo. Boo Radley. Not really. But it did rhyme. Oh well. If it sounds good, I'll write it. Well, if I like it. There are things that sound good that I don't like. Grab your root beer hold it high, whack your shipmate in the eye! Okay, so I really have got nothing original tonight. But, I'm hitting it with my best shot. Waitaminute. Oh, for criminey sakes. Let's sail south. ^<> Oh, that reminds me, I beat wind waker early yesterday. Later mateys! Argh. Drink up me hearties, yo ho!

Something

I might start this post the way I start most other posts.(course, considering I just started the post...) But I'm not. You know why? Because I'm in love with her and I feel fine! Yeah, so, if you haven't noticed already, I'm a bit weird tonight. They're talking chipmunks, Dave. They can get out of a cat carrier. Run, hop, skip, jump, fly! Go get the pie in the sky! I wonder what flavor it is, the pie in the sky. Maybe it's rye. That'd be odd. Finally, I have one last thing to say. And it's this: He got hair, down, to his knee. Got to be a joker he just do what he please! And by the way, I've got a pencil on my ear.

- End Transmission

She's Gone

Well, I didn't realize that Barnum was really over until tonight. Aye, and now I'm feeling it. Of course, she was unique, as they all are. She sang, danced, and humbugged her way into my heart and mind in a manner that had never quite been done before. And now, it's a Friday night, and I didn't perform. It took until now for the feelings to set in. And now I feel them rather strongly. Ah, well, that is the way of shows. It shan't be too long before another. But until then, I shall miss not performing as much as always.

There was a sucker,
Born every minute,
Each time that second hand swept to the top
Like dandelions up they'd pop
Their ears so big their eyes so wide,
And though I fed em bonified baloney...

5 Minute Post

Okay, let's see what kind of a post I can make in five minutes. And, GO! Well, I really haven't got very much to say. Just watched Time's Arrow, the TNG with Mark Twain. It was as good as I remembered it. The clock ticks on. Tick, tock, tick, tock. A bit ominous. 3 minutes left. Okay, let's see, what else can I say. Man, I am out of ideas. I just can't think of anything. Root beer is good. Tasty. I think that Viennese Waltz is the most tiring dance I've ever done. Not to mention dangerous. We had three people go down during today's lesson. Yes, I was one, and yes, I was responsible for another. No, they did not happen at the same time. It was crazy out there! Oop, time's up. G'night folks. Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho!

Scotch

I just read the first word that I saw, and shall now make a post about it. At first glance, you may think I'm writing about an alcoholic beverage. In truth, i saw the word on an empty tape dispenser. And now I'm thirsty. I had quite a bit of root beer over the weekend. I wonder if scotch tape has anything to do with Scots. I know why it does! Scotty drinks scotch. That he does. It's good. Now I want something to drink. Cold water, no rocks. Oh, I suppose I'm the bartender. Or I was. Long ago, in a play far far away...

Prediction

Well, I have a prediction to make for everyone. I think that if they actually start producing Apteras at the cost and performance they have now, they'll blow the competition in the commuter car market out of the water. For those of you who don't know, the Aptera is a car made of composite plastics, the prototype of which gets over 230MPG, and is as safe(if not safer) then a normal car. Here's the website: http://www.aptera.com/about.php. All I can say is, I want one! It would be awesome. And who knows, maybe, a few years down the road, I'll have one. I won't know till I get there. Thank you and goodnight.

Just Because

I'm posting just because I want to. It's past my bed time. I'm not very good at keeping it, am I? I suppose I had better be off. I was really just dropping in to remind everyone:

Remember...

Life is good, even when it's not!

Nondescript

I saw "Alvin and the Chipmunks" today. It was pretty darn good. I loved the bad guy because he was the principal in "She's the Man". And I loved Theodore. He rocks! So, I guess that not very many people are reading this anymore, huh? If you are reading this, then comment already! If you don't, I'll have to sick the mysterious Tickc on you! What's a tickc, you ask? MUAHAHAHA!!! They're mysterious creatures. Actually, that's pretty much all we know about them. Except for what they look like. Which is a ball of lint 1/2 to 5 inches in diameter, with bunches of creepy crawly legs and hundred of fangs. So you don't want one sicked on you. And that's that. That's all.

Oh, I could leave but I won't go,
Though my heart might tell me so...

Incredible Odds

So, this evening Mom was showing Michael and I a game Rachel likes to play to practice her multiplication tables. She asks a question that is answered by a number, rolls two twelve sided dice, multiplies them, and that's the answer to her question. So anyways, mom was demonstrating this, and she used "How many legs does an octopus have?" and the dice came up 1 and 8. That, my friends, had an odds of 1 to 144 of happening. And the fact that it was right only made it creepier. But, as I like to say, odds are only odds. Aye, I love it when the dice fall my way. It's lucky. Of course, there's not actually such a thing as luck. It's mostly providence or physics. But, I guess you could call it luck. It doesn't really matter. As long as I know what you're talking about, you can call it pustaped for all I care. And, as long as I'm talking about luck, I find that my own is often increased after uttering the phrase: "For death and flippin glory!" I ought to do some serious experimentation on that. That reminds me about Ben's flippin toyoda. But, that's another post. Later

-End Transmission

Not Much

Well, I'm posting, even though I would rather be doing something else, so I hope you all read and enjoy(and comment!). Anyways, things are good. Last night we had our best performance yet, with today being a somewhat distant second. So, life's good. Yeaaah, I can't really think of anything really good to say. I may as well burst into song. The first one that comes to my head.

Well I tried to make it Sunday,
But I got so darn* depressed,
So I set my sights on Monday,
And I got myself undressed,
Well I ain't ready for the alter,
But I do agree there's times,
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine.

That's true. Except I'm not depressed at all. Oh well. That's a deep subject. Pudding. I think that'll be all. G'night folks, and remember:

Life is good, even when it's not!


*=More colorful metaphor in real song. But we don't like to use it around here...


P.S. Kudos if you can identify the song and artist.

A Strange Combination

Well, this evening after I got home the play, I tried a strange combination. Baked potato, with butter, salt, and vanilla ice cream on it. It was surprisingly good. The only problem was that the ice cream kinda melted really fast. And I cut a hole in the paper plate. But it was good anyways. That'll be all for tonight I think. This is the Highland Sage, signing out.

-End Transmission

Just Some More Randomness

Yo folks! How's life? I'm good. I've almost made it a week with a post everyday! Just have to post tomorrow and I'm good. I think that fast and deadly lawyers often drink lattes while on their way to the synagogue. Well, I wouldn't know. I've never known a Jewish lawyer. Are there any? Probably a few. Of course there are! Gosh, what am I saying? Anyways, I haven't anything else to say. Except that fey have invaded Ray Bay! Hey hey! Ok, that'll be all. Later!

It's 10:38, and YOU ARE LOVED!

Yeti

Have you ever seen a yeti? I haven't. I think it would be cool. Did you know that yetis are strikingly intelligent? That's why they only use stone clubs. They've realized that's all that they need to deal crippling blows to their enemies. Of course, who gets on the bad side of a yeti? Certainly not me!

Post

This is the post that has the title of Post. I'll post about pots. Pots are vessels, usually constructed of clay. If you didn't know that, you're obviously not from around these parts. Wow, I don't believe how dull that last sentence sounded. Anyways, I ought to write something funny. Here goes:
An old man ate some rocks one day,
Why he did, I cannot say,
Sadly, then, he went to fish,
And his boat sunk with a "blub blub swish".

Wow, that was dumb. I'm quitting while I'm ahead. Drink up me hearties yo ho!

Never Thought I'd Say This...

Well, this evening I said something I never thought I'd say. I said:
"Go Hillary Clinton! You can do it!"

Now, don't be alarmed, I haven't been changed in any way. Let me explain. Michael, Nathan and I were playing a game I made up, which we simply refer to as "The Ship Game". Part of the game involves naming spaceships before you know what stats or anything they have. So Michael named a ship the Hillary Clinton. It was a large frigate. Anyways, I ended up buying it at the auction. Later on Michael was attacking me, and I sent out the Hillary Clinton to defend. It was quite a fight, but I won the battle in the end, against unlikely odds. And that is why, during the battle, I yelled "Go Hillary Clinton! You can do it!". Looking back it was a long, fun, and bloody game. And it made me say something I never thought I would say in my life, and it kept Nathan up two hours past his bedtime. I must have designed it well. Thank you, and goodnight.

Complicated

Well, life is complicated. Sometimes more than others. Think I'm in a "more" phase at the moment. Or it could just be I'm up late and behind on sleep. It's never easy being a poet. But then again, it's never easy being anything is it? Ah well.

Life's a dance you learn as you go,
Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow.
Don't worry bout what you don't know,
Life's a dance you learn as you go.

Stay in, watch yourself, and things will look up eventually. And remember, life is good, even when it's not!

Judgment

Well, I was thinking about judging and prejudice and what not earlier. I think there's a fine line between not judging someone before you met them, and being stupid. I mean, after all, you have to make some judgement about a person. But you can't be too harsh, or characterize them by groups they belong to. And the Bible does say "Judge not." But what's meant by that? I think you have to think of each person as an individual, not as a part of the groups they belong to. Of course, you can and probably should take into consideration the person's background. But don't say they are automatically a bad person just because of it. Always give people the benefit of a doubt. It's a rather interesting vein of thought, really...

GLUCOSE!!!!!!!!

Well, I just got home from opening night of the new play! I would do something poetic, except that glucose from three glasses of Root Beer is coursing through my veins at half a million miles per second, and I'm bouncing off the walls(figuratively), and it's past midnight. So, it was a good show. I'll do something poetic tomorrow. I'm gonna go play Wind Waker now until I feel remotely like I could sleep if I lied in my bed. So, I geuss that's it till next time.

Drink up me hearties, YO HO!
Yo ho, yo ho a sage's life for me...

Practically Nothing

Well, I've nothing to say. Half my family is gone for three days. What fun. I really, can not for the life of me think of anything to say. My creative energies must be drained. Oh well,

Life's good, even when it's not!

121

This is my 121st post. And as such it will be a post just like all the other ones. Let's begin, shall we?

I am going to tell you a little story about a certain p that was particularly difficult to make. It all started when a friend of mine drew a demented p. I decided it looked too much like a nine, so she tried to fix it. Then it looked like a grinning worm. So we thought we could put white paint over it to fix it. The bottom half was painted, but then it looked really dumb. So she got the paint off. Then we had the brilliant idea of putting a piece of paper over it and redrawing it. The first paper I found I couldn't use, then I found the title page of a script someone had left behind. I tore the page out, and cut a square out of it to cover the p. Meanwhile, my friend was in the other room looking for scissors. Then when she came back I already had it cut, so I sent her back for glue. So, finally, we covered it up, and I drew a new p, and in the end it turned out looking very dandy. And now that I've recounted that episode I shall be signing out for the night. So long and thanks for all the fish!

12 O'clock

Well, I can barely believe I'm posting after 12, it's long past my bed time, but I'm doing it all the same. I had something really good to say about an hour ago, but I can't remember it for the life of me. Ah well. Anyways, I read The Last Battle today. Well, I started last night, finished today. It was really good. Pretty darn inspiring. And slightly depressing. It goes well with the tune of my thoughts these past few days. It was incredible. I'm not quite done digesting it. Ah, and there's my idea! I'd just like to say a few things for the record:

1. I think it's really creepy when my little brother sleeps with his eyes open.

2. I have dumped water on a complete stranger before.

3. It's far too late.

So, until next time, this is the Highland Sage saying:


Further Up and Further In!

No Reason

Well, there is really no reason for me to be up this late writing this post for a website which is, well, never mind. Anyways...

I think that I shall never see, something as gross as a giant flea. Hehe. SO there! Ah, tis much too late. I don't have any thoughts. Except for this. Was I right? Did I not nail it on thinking I'd soon leave? Ah well. Oi! There's an idea. I'll describe to you where I am. Actually I won't. It's too late. I'm behind on sleep. But, let me leave you with some thought of relative value. The Death rate on this planet is very high. For every person born there's a death, sooner or later. We'll all die someday. So do as much good as you can before you kick the bucket, and always remember:

Life is good, even when it's not!

Zee Bop

I enjoy randomly scatting sometimes, just for the fun of it. I like the word "zee". And the word "bop". I usually use them in combinations a little like:
Zee bop, ba do dop zee dop a wope bop!
Then I'll continue with a little something like:
Ding a dang dong doong dingy dop bop way lo ah!
By that time someone is usually annoyed at me, so I shut up. Meanwhile, on a slightly more philosophical note:

I was thinking earlier today about what it would be like to have a terminal illness. How it would make me feel, how it would change my life. I also think it's interesting how it seems like people will take you more seriously when you have a terminal illness. Then I got to thinking about what I would change if I were dieing. And then I realized, why not change it now, I mean shucks, I'm gonna die someday, why wait until death is looming on the horizon. Oh course, then I realized that it's really one of those things you can't do until you're faced with it. I dunno, it was just interesting to think about. One thing I decided though, is that I'd let everyone know more often that,

It's 11:12, and you are loved!

Leaving Soon

Well, the time's coming soon for me to ride off into the sunset again for a while. I hope you've all enjoyed this season of sagery. So don't be surprised when one day soon you come here seeking me, and I am gone. Then you can look through that dusty old tome called the archive, and I may send a transmission back here every once in a while. Of course, I don't have to leave now, but I can sense it coming. I suppose you could say highland sages are of the drifting sort. Wander we must, or we become like fish out of water, or birds without wings, or flashlights without batteries. Of course, when I say we, I mean highland sages as a group, I'm still the only one I know though. Well, until next time:

Life is good, even when it's not!

Am I Talking to Myself?

Sometimes it seems like I'm talking to myself when I write these posts. Now, you don't really mean that, do you? Yes, I do. Well, don't you think you ought to post about something. Hm, I suppose so. Okay then, I'll start:

So how is everyone doing these days? Things are rather nice hear in the highlands, if but a wee bit windy. I mean, man, I thought it was bad a couple weeks ago, but today I saw, like, a chihuahua blowing away. Well, that might be a bit of an exageration, but you get the point. It's windy. Not as windy as that one time I looked out the window and saw a chair and yard umbrella 30 feet in the air. That was really windy(and I'm not exagerating!). What I need is a pair of iron boots... Well, maybe not. Either way, I'm not too keen on going to some dangerous frozen locale to find a pair. Now if I could get a hookshot, that would be a different matter! Or a Zora tunic, that would be REALLY awesome! I've always wanted to breath deep underwater unencumbered by heavy equipment. Not that it'll ever happen, I just think it would be cool. That's all folks.

Life is good, even when it's not!

Gecko Licky

Run for your life! It's coming! The-AAAIIIIII- eck.

WOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOO, THE GECKO LICKY'S HERE!!!! You don't know what a Gecko Licky is? You should be afraid! Be very afraid! I'm the Gecko Licky! And here's my song:

The Gecko Licky's song this is,
I'm here to show you I'm one mean liz,
I'm cold blooded, reptilian, that's a fact,
And now it's time for you to react,

Say AAAAAAAAH,
Say OOOOOOOOOOOh,
Say AAAAAAAAh,
Say OOOOOOOOOOOh!

Now the Gecko Licky, I'm a tricky guy,
But when I come along, don't gaurd your pie!
Cake's what I'm after, frosting, specifically,
I want do some serious lickingy.

YEAH
Say AAAAAAAAh,
Say OOOOOOOOOOOOOh,
Lemme hear ya say AAAAAAAh,
Lemme hear ya say OOOOOOOOOOh!

So If you haven't guessed yet, what I'm all about,
Well it's about the time, That you found out!
I sneak into parties, that's a fact,
Then I lick all the frosting off the cakes, like that!

Lemme hear ya say AAAAAAAAAH,
Lemme hear ya say OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh,
Lemme hear you say AAAAAAAAAAh,
Lemme hear you say OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh,
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh, (that's it!)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH,
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh, (you got it folks!)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH,
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh,
And that's that!

Thank you Highlands!! I love you! I'll be here all week. If there's a party going on, I might catch you round. Thank you, thank you. no, really I have to be going. I'd love to stay, but I have to go. Thank you again, goodnight everybody!

Early(ish)

Well, considering what time it's been when I made my last couple posts, this one is early. I've decided that I'm not going to insult your intelligence on this post. i might end up insulting my own, but that can rarely be helped. JK. So I'm in one of my superiority moods. I think it's rather unbecoming of myself, don't you? I ought to start again.

So, a needle pulling thread. If you wanna call our hot line, here's the number to call. Just dial up this number, call any time at all! 706-0655, 706-0655, 706-0655, in area code 718! I really like that song. It's a good song. Not a long song. But the wrong song, for King Kong. Now I'm in sing song! Oooooookaaaaay, In other local news...

It's 10:33, and you are loved!

Late

I had something to say earlier, but I forgot it, as is usually the case when I am forced to post late at night. It's funny how much people change in a year and a half. I have this old group photo from like, a year and a half ago, and almost every one looks different now. I guess that's how it is, people change their look. That was a complete waste of type. I ought to delete it. i shan't I haven't got anything else to write about. It's late. At this rate I'll be late and make someone wait. It's my fate. I actually don't believe in fate, but any word will do when dealing with wordplay. And now it is my great honor, and pleasure, to go to bed. Thank you, and goodnight.

Seafarin Tale

Sorry I'm later then I expected. Got into a bit of a scrape down at the "har-bor". Anyways, I be here now! So, to that seafarin story of treachery and shipwreck ye've all been diein to hear. Well, it was not more than long ago...

Some friends and I were out on the Sea of Dogs having our annual naval bouts. We had split into two teams of three. I meself had Thomas, who sometimes comments here, and Michael, the guy who was key in inspiring my 'sage' archetype. Our opponents were Cary the Magnificent, along with a dashing young lad called Ezra, and Michael's older sister. Now, each team is given a fully equipped galley. We use light wooden cannonballs, so in the end no one usually gets hurt worse then a bruise or scratch, and ramming becomes crucial.

The battle went well for my team. Our opponents were being soundly beaten. Also, they had gotten the prow of their ship stuck under ours at one time, so they had taken on a good bit of water, and were riding slowly, dangerously low in the water. Now, it so happened that we had come in for a pass across their bow and were heading back out, when Ezra, who was steering their ship, got it in his mind to catch us and tried to throw his ship into a hard right turn. But, t'was too low in the water. Before they moved an inch from their course their galley took on a bunch of water and capsized into the waves, sending the three of them into the shadowy gloom of the water!

Since they were our friends, and we had obviously won the bout, we swung around and after mocking them and laughing for several passes we fished out the ladies. Ezra, however, was not so lucky. We left him out there, on the wreck of his galley, to fare for himself. Funny thing was that he made it back somehow not too long after we returned to shore, and I happened to meet him the next day under some, 'ahem', less advantageous circumstances. But that is another story in itself. I hope ye swabs liked that story. And it all be true. (kinda) I may have some of the details fuzzy. The sea does things to a man's memory. No matter!

Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho!

/T TT TT T\ TT Tl TT (Stonehenge)

Okay, so I'm not in an incredibly creative mood tonight. Actually I'll let you be the judge of that. You know how I went to find some pudding. Well, I didn't find any, but I did get some yogurt. It was about as good, and probably a lot more healthy. Course, if I was going for health I wouldn't eat snacks at 10:30 at night. Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag! Not really. Just wanted to say it. I think that I'll just be sayin' goodnight. Maybe. Actually, what do you swabs say to listinen to one of ol' Dominic's seafairin' stories? Aye, we do need a fair wind though, tis true. And it's bad luck to tell stories of shipwreck on board anyways. Here, just everyone get some rootbeer and I'll change the wind. ^<> Thar we go, now it's full at our backs! We'll be to port before tomorrow afternoon, then I can indulge you with a story of shipwreck and treachery. Until then,

Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho!

Whimsical

Well, I don't have anything to say and I don't even know if anyone will read it, but here I am posting faithfully. I hope you're all dually impressed. Anyways...

I would consider myself to be a pretty whimsical guy. I have lots of whims, and I act on them quite often. Okay okay, I know that's not what whimsical means, but still. I mean, imagine a world in which elk have wings, banana pudding is used to fuel cars, and there's free Wi-Fi for anyone who can use a computer they don't own! Why the heck are you imagining that? That's crazy. You could never run a car with banana pudding. It'd have to be vanilla or chocolate! And with that I think I'll go look for some pudding to eat, though I know I won't find any. What can I say though? Whenever we have pudding around here, it just gets eaten. I mean, what's with that?!?

Pickle in His Pocket

This is the story of Frederick Locket,
Who went to sea with a pickle in his pocket,
Then one day his boat,
Forgot how to float,
And so it turned into a rocket.

Okay, that was weird, but what can I say? It's late, I ought to be in bed. Oh, and by the way, you know the staff I whipped out to get rid of the Queen of Bob Land? Well, yesterday I threw it off some rocks I was climbing, and upon hitting the ground it broke in two. Sadly it's true. And, on a completely different note, my dad and I found a container of year old beans with a hole in it in the freezer yesterday. We threw it away. What can I say? Thank you, and goodnight!

None

Well, this is a post without a subject. As such I'm going to try to avoid giving one in any way. But enough about the subject of this post! Peanut butter is rather soft and tasty on crackers. Ritzes. Once I ate at the Ritz. It was a glittering hotel. Everything was fancy! Even the carpet was fancy. Fancy carpets? Sounds like royalty!

Announcing her royal majesty, the Queen of Bob Land!
(doo doo ba ba, doo doo doo doooooooo doo bum ba doo!)

Why thank you your majesty, welcome to the blog!

This place is rather dirty for royalty, is it not!?!

Well, your majesty, I am a humble sage. It's not like I can go~

Very well. It shall suffice temporarily.

Only suffice?!? I mean no disrespect your majesty, but it is~

Are you contradicting me!?!

Well, yes, I mean no, um, maybe, uh, splunge!

Did you say splunge!?!

Why, yes, yes I did your majesty.

I hate that word! Off with his head!!

By decree of her royal majesty, the sage's head is to be lopped off and displayed on a pike.

(Sage whips out staff and summons forth hordes of loyal waist-high minions)
ATTACK, MY MINIONS!! GET THOSE PEOPLE OUT OF THIS BLOG IMMEDIATELY!

(upon seeing many minions) Well, we were just leaving anyway. Good day sage.

Make way for her royal majesty, the Queen of Bob Land
(doo doo ba ba, doo doo doo dooooooooooo doo bum ba doo!)

-End Transmission

Look Out!

Look out! Here come the sage. Turnin the page, ready to rage, like one crazy mage at the top of the gauge! Boy, I'm having fun with the wordplay, heresay, what way, no way! So cool, I rule, though I'm a fool, there's a jewel, in the pool. Look at that, a fancy rat, in a hat, ooh, a cat, now it's flat. Words flow and go right down the row, I'm ready to show don'tcha know! Time for bed, sleepy head, singsong's wrong now it's too long. Keep it up, like soldiers, HUP! Life is rife with stuff and strife. But it's still goodly, as it should be, even when it's not. Goodnight!

The Adventures of Dan Kruger- Episode 3

If you missed the last episode, it's right here: http://highlandsage.blogspot.com/2008/03/adventures-of-dan-kruger-episode-2.html

And now to continue our story:


"So, you guys have a yellow submarine?" Dan asked incredulously.
"Oh, of course." Rick replied.
"So yeah, this is going to take some getting used to." replied Dan. "By the way," he continued as he turned to the Beatles guy. "What's your name again?"
"Jago McLennonstarrison." the Bealtes man answered. Dan looked out the window and rubbed his forehead.
"This is going to take some getting used to." He muttered to himself. Then he saw a large grey fruit delivery truck pulling up alongside the sleek black car. There seemed to be strange grey melons sticking out the top of the truck. But, upon looking closer, Dan realized they looked more like grey heads.
"Uh, say, Rick, what kind of fruit is that truck beside us carrying?" Dan had barely spoke though, when a grey man in torn clothes jumped from the truck onto the roof of their sleek black car. Rick jerked the wheel violently, causing Dan and Jago to be thrown to one side. The maneuver failed to shake the grey man off the top of the car however, and a grey fist broke through the roof into the car.
"GRAAAAINS!" came an eerie voice from above.
"Vegetarian Zombies!" Rick yelled. "Sorry Dan, you're going to have to learn on the job!" Jago then shoved the grey fist up very hard as Rick swerved, and with a thud the zombie tumbled off the car onto the highway. But almost instantly there were several more zombies on top of the car. Rick was frantically weaving in and out of traffic now, trying to get away from the grey truck.
"How do we get rid of these things?!" Dan yelled as the sleek black car was made into a semi-convertible by several of the zombies.
"GRAAAAAAAAINS, GRAAAAAINS!" the zombies said. Jago stood up and pushed the zombies back. Then he grabbed, from somewhere in the car, a slingshot. With it he shot what looked like a bit of meat into one of the zombie's open mouths. It started choking and fell off the car.
"GRAAAAAAAAAINS!" continued the other zombies as they made the car into a full convertible. Rick then swerved and the two zombies still on the car fell off. Also, the Grey truck was now a lane away from the now open topped sleek black car.
"Here!" yelled Jago, handing Dan a slingshot and a bag full of projectiles. Suddenly a melon practically exploded above Dan's head.
"They're shooting at us!" Rick yelled. Jago fired another projectile at one of the zombie heads sticking out of the top of the truck. Dan reached into the bag of projectiles and drew out what looked like a piece of cooked meat. As Jago fired again, Dan shrugged and took aim with his slingshot. He missed miserably as Jago downed another zombie and one more melon exploded in midair above the car. Then Rick pulled onto an off ramp, and, as quickly as it had started, the zombie assault ended.

- To be continued


Well, I hope you all enjoyed that little action filled jaunt. I really don't have anything to say, the story took up most of my creativity. But, I thought I ought to put something down at the end here. Is it just me, or are half of my posts just word play everyday, what'dya say hey! Thank you and goodnight.

Another Post that Has Nothing to do With Its Name!

Well, I had something to say about an hour ago, but now I forgot it, so I'm going to say something else instead. Something else instead. Okay, in other local news...

The votes are in from the 100th post! And the winners are:

Coolest: The Beatles
Creepiest: Michael Jackson
Randomest(is that a word?): Goats

Coincidentally everything Cary voted for. Very strange if you ask me. And I'm feeling a strange poem coming on. So here goes:

I sometimes go, and stop, and think,
What if I put a pink drink in the sink?
If that was the case, (or at least I think)
The sink would then be full of pink drink.

When I was young I thought a lot
About a dot upon my cot,
But now that I'm older, I know instead,
It wasn't a cot, it was a bed!

Now as always, it never does fail,
My poetic instincts just turned tail.
So as for an end, well,
I think I'll just bail.

-End Transmission

Big Bief Batch Discovered in Highlands!

Dateline, The Highlands- Have you ever eaten bief for dinner? We're not exactly sure what it is, but a team of researchers here at the Sage Research Institute of Technology (SRIT) is attempting to find out more about this strange form of meat after a large batch was discovered late Friday night near the home of the Sage.

Bief, a meat that is found precooked in pile on the ground in the forest, has been drawing more attention from the international research community in recent years, as a possible substitute, for frozen dinners.

"Bief is a very strange substance." said Wames Jillis, head of the research team investigating the find at SRIT. "It really is big. It's a really big find." When asked what the origin of the bief deposit was, he said: "It's very strange. When the cows get near the rocks with grass around them, they eat the grass, and then they explode. So we don't really know whether it's the cow or the rocks that make the meat, we do know that when we find it, it's REALLY cooked." When asked what the bief tasted like, Jillis responded: "It actually tastes like chicken."

Thomas Nathan, a SRIT student working on the find, was asked how he felt it would contribute to the future of international meat research. "This is so big!" he said. "I mean, it's probably the biggest thing since Turducken!"

Though this has generated a great stir in the global meat research community, it's not yet sure how far its impact will be felt.

"I zefinitely zink it vill ave an eencredeeble eempact on ze meat industry in zee next zeveral years" Said Sven Svenson, head of the International Meat Industries Board (IMIB), when questioned about whether or not meat industry would be effected.

So, as the world ponders the future of bief, it is safe to say that this find is going to be very beneficial to mankind's understanding of this strange substance. And until we know more, keep your cows away from rocks with grass on them!

Skiing

Have you ever seen a horse skull? I haven't. I think it would be cool. Anyways...

I went skiing today. Hadn't been in four years. It is one tiring sport! It was really good for me actually. And I really don't have a lot more to say on that subject, so I'm going to revert to sagery. But first I want to tell you that the next Dan Kruger part will be out on Monday or Tuesday of next week. I'm still working on the interior design of the yellow submarine. Actually I haven't started. (it's all in my head) Anyways...

And now for something completely different, part of a post justified to the left! I mean right! Ah, they're both directions to me anyways. Just a bit strange reading this isn't it? Haha! I have you now! And I suppose that's it for tonight. Remember,

Life is good, even when it's not!

P.S. The right alignment looked a lot more drastic on the editing screen. Oh well

Hello Goodbye

Well, I'm checking in. I'd just like to say that this is probably the last time I will ever appear on television. And that I shall do a week of posts, I will! So long and thanks for all the fish!

Fun Evening

Well, tonight was definitely a full, fun evening. I mean, how often do you get to inhale a little chlorine gas(accidentally of course...), play heroscape, celebrate a birthday(ice cream sandwiches!), and play Sniho in one evening? Totally a fun evening, I must say! Not to mention the beaker was all steaming and blue and bubbling before the gas got bad. Anyways...

I couldn't do it. I wasn't able to post every day for a week. But I'm trying again! Hopefully I'll post every day in the next week. I'll make time. I'm going to be doing more adventures of Dan Kruger this week, for sure. Iy yi yi. That's a funny onomatopoeia. I'm not really coming up with anything particularly wise or funny right now, so I'm just gonna let this post slide of into the past now. Remember:

Life is good, even when it's not!

100th Post!

Can You Believe it?!?! It's the Sage's Hundredth post!! It's completely awesome. I can barely believe I've made 100 posts on this blog. That's a lot of writing, even though I didn't write all the posts myself(the ghost story and the posts of song lyrics being examples of posts I didn't write). Still though, it's a major milestone. To celebrate my 10th post I listed 10 sagey things. I've decided to celebrate my 100th post on this blog with a list 100 random, creepy, and cool things. In essence just random thoughts. What else is this blog for? They'll be people, places, things, events, days, quotes, whatever I feel like. Ooh, here's an idea, everybody can vote for their favorite thing in each of the categories(random, cool, and creepy), and for one that is the "most sagey" via comment, and I'll think of some way to honor the winners. Okay, down to the list:

100 Random, Creepy, and Cool things:

1. The Beatles

2. Pedometers

3. "A dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly, it's the honest ones you have to watch out for, because you can never tell when they're going to do something incredibly-
stupid."

4. Duct Tape

5. Heroscape

6. Michael Jackson

7. Good pencils

8. Blogging

9. Voyager's warp core

10. Mr. Chekov

11. TNG

12. Star Trek in general

13. The Cold War

14. The one about the guy who walked into a bar... (ouch)

15. Walking in the rain at night with your best friend

16. The Hobbit

17. Save Tonight by Eagle Eye Cherry

18. Fox Trot (the dance and the comic! I more meant the dance though)

19. Chairs made of skis

20. iPods

21. The Beatles (think I already said that, but they deserve two mentions)

22. Life

23. Green Lantern

24. Popcorn

25. Greeks

26. Godcidences

27. Civilization 3

28. Dancing

29. The Final performance of a play

30. The feelings after the final performance of the play

31. Saying something incredibly witty that makes everyone in earshot laugh.

32. July 1st, 1992

33. VE Day

34. Ronald Reagan

35. Political Campaigning in a freezing place far from home

37. Long Lists

38. Ghost stories

39. Rowing across a moonlit lake in a cloak.

40. A good solid staff(wooden kind, not as in workers)

41. Knowing that you are loved

42. Walking the forest alone on a beautiful day

43. Whole grain bagels with strawberry cream cheese

44. Independence Day

45. C.S. Lewis

46. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (The book, the movie was somewhat anemic)

47. Football in Kilts

48. Goats

49. Star Wars

50. Lord of the Rings

51. Solar Eclipses

52. Drawing a complete blank and just sitting for nearly a minute when making a list on your blog

53. The Grand Canyon

54. BFF (Brett Favre Forever)

55. Being able to drive

56. Vacationing at Disneyland with extended family

57. Walking into a room full of people and seeing someone who was waiting for you

58. Nasty rug burns (no conection between this one and the last)

59. Waking up and being totally excited for the day

60. Ne-Gok-Sa

61. Skipping #36

62. How many people scrolled up to look and see whether or not I have a #36

63. Pizza Pie

64. Pumpkin Pie

65. Pretty much all pie.

66. People getting annoyed at you for typing too loudly

67. Getting lost in thick fog

68. 1436 (just seems like a decent year)

69. 2483 (so the future won't feel hurt)

70. 706-0655 (area code 718)

71. Swing dancing

72. Writing a book

73. Deserted Victorian houses

74. Writing in a journal for the last time (because it's full)

75. Aragorn

76. Sheep (did I already say that?)

77. The funny feeling you get when you get thinking really hard about the essence of your existence

78. God's goodness (I didn't put this earlier because I thought it went without saying)

79. Vulcans

80. Norse Mythology

81. Professor Zog

82. Hearing your favorite song on the radio

83. Orthodontic appliances

84. Dishwashers

36. Putting a number completely out of order on a list

85. Almost going back to #37

86. Longevity

87. Shakespeare

88. The Periodic Table

89. Rafiki

90. 3D Cartoons

91. Airbags

92. Armageddon

93. 92, as it applies to worms

94. Re-connecting with an old friend

95. When you're doing an activity, and you feel like you are exactly where you should be, doing exactly what you should be doing

96. Political cartoons

97. Gramatical uncorrectness

98. "Political correctness offends me!"

99. Almost being done with an insanely long list

100. "Life is good, even when it's not! =)"


So there you have it people! Be sure to vote by commenting. I look forward to seeing what you decide on. And, I look forward to many more hundreds of posts over the coming years.

I am as ever, the one and only Highland Sage, signing out.

Thank you, and goodnight,

Drink up me hearties, yo ho!

Life is good, even when it's not!

-End transmission

Xylophone

The title has little, if anything, to do with the post. I just wanted to make a post title that started with "X". And now I have. On to the post!

I man am regal, a German am I. Not actually, though I am of German descent. That reminds me of something. Which I'm not going to say. Anyways...

Argh! Avast! You there, swab! Yes, I be talkin to ye. Go swab the deck and shine the cannon, and when you're done you can have some of that delicious gruel! I always get into pirate shenanigans when I haven't got any other ideas coming to mind. I wonder why that is. I wonder if anyone else has a certain thing they always fall back on when they can't think of anything. I wonder why they ever decided we'd like round green pencils just because they are made form recycled material. And I wonder why I ask so many questions, when I should be sagering. Ah well. Be sure to look in later tomorrow evening, or Saturday morning for the "100th post". It's going to be great.

Drink up me hearties, you ho!

Freakishly Awesome

I hereby declare this post freakishly awesome. Not quite sure why, but it being that that's what it is. So that's that. I hope you think this post is as freakishly awesome as I think it is.
(;..;) <- That is a fanged fuzzball. And that's all for now.

Final Sprint

Honestly I'm only posting because I'm on the home stretch to my 100th post. And I'm seeing whether or not I could go a whole week posting everyday. So far it seems to be the same, about the same amount of comments too. But oh well, at least I amuse myself. That's more what this blog is for anyways. More to amuse myself then to write something I expect to be read. I only have it online instead of in a book because it's easier to type then write, and for the off chance that in amusing myself I could amuse someone else. Yeah. It's too late. I hope I didn't make any of you, you know, feel like I cared less about you. Because it's not true. I love you just as much as always. That means you, Alexander! All of the rest of you too, but I saw Alexander looking worried there for a second. Well, it's been a wonderful post people, but I'm afraid I must go.

Life is good, even when it's not!

Keep Moving Forward

I'm almost to 100 posts! I'm so close! Just gotta keep moving forward. Ring my doorbell. No, ring mine. Oh, never mind. Then Payton Manning comes up and...

Anyways, I haven't got a subject for this post. And yeah. I was 0/2 on Heroscape today. It was dismal, and abysmal. If not just slightly depressing. The sad thing was my team could have won the second round, but I made a few critical errors. Oh well. My, that's a deep subject. Now, a song:

Oh, I'm a lucky fella,
I'm a lucky boy,
I've got me new umbrella,
And it's me pride and joy!
Oh the rain may come,
And the sun may go,
I'll be warm and dry,
From me head to toe!
Oh I'm a lucky fella,
I'm a lucky boy!

And no, that's not original. But it is a very like me song. Except I never use umbrellas. Oh well, gotta go!

Oh, I'm a lucky fella,
I'm a lucky boy...

Ho Ya!

Ok! Since there was discussion on whether or not my last poem was a limerick, I shall now attempts to write a proper limerick, per the AABBA rhyme scheme, with typical limerick meter.

There once was a mean fat old boar,
Who always demanded "want more!",
Then one day a slave,
Threw him in a cave,
to which he shouted: "What bore!".

HO YA! Ok, I'll admit that stunk. But it's past midnight, what do you expect? A Shakespearean sonnet? Not a bad idea actually.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more fair and more temperate...

-End Transmission

He Is Risen!

Jesus Christ is Risen! Alleluia, Alleluia! And I, for one, had a perfectly marvelous Easter. Grand, simply grand! Definitely one of the best days of the year. I sang at the vigil mass and two this morning, and it was fantastic, though a bit tiring. And now, if you would permit the interruption, I'd like to say a few words of randomness. Let's do some rapid-fire bulletins.

1. Madam, I'm Adam. Aye. This has been a public service announcement. If you're interested in hearing more on that, comment.

2. Au, Gold. Element #79. Atomic mass to ten thousandth AMUs: 196.9665. Description: yellow, expensive.

3. Red Alert! Captain, we have a breach in one of the primary plasma conduits, we're going to have to 'BOOM' 'hisssssss'. Coolant leak, we have a coolant leak, everybody out! Let's go, move move. 'PGOOH' 'annoying telephone like sound' Warning, core breach imminent, core breach will occur in 35 seconds.

4. Jergumblespuz.

5. Elanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In a church where a wedding has been.
Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window,
Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by her door.
Who is it for?

All the lonely people,
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people,
Where do they all belong?

(violin part)
-sage covertly sneaks off to bed, softly singing 'Jesus Christ is Risen Today'.

Not Night

Night's not nigh now. No matter, I can post just the same! My shoe is off, my foot is cold. and now this line is getting old. I shall now compose a limerick:

There once was a man from A. Prime,
Who would swallow a lime for a dime,
But one day he said: 'I am going to bed',
And when he woke up, he was dead.

Ok, so limericks aren't my specialty, but it's about the same caliber as the one about Zach right? Oh well, whatever. I be off.

Adventures of Dan Kruger, Episode 2

Well, I'm not sure any of you remember, but in my Christmas post I started a story and said that I'd write more on it. So here's more:

The next morning Dan wasn't quite sure if the previous night had been a dream, or whether or not it had been a figment of his imagination, or the third and probably worst for him, it had been real. Either way his head was throbbing from the moment he woke up, so he knew that the hangover was at least real. He got up and went to his kitchen to find something to eat. After downing a large glass of water, a couple Tylenols, and eating several pop tarts, his head was beginning to clear. Mostly because of the water and medicine, not because of the pop tarts. But anyways, as his head cleared he slowly began to remember the previous night, all that had been discussed, and that he had signed on as an agent in a special organization he did not yet understand. Then he remembered that he was leaving this morning for training for his new job, so he hurriedly went and got dressed and threw some clothes and other items into a bag he could easily carry. It was just in time to, for barely a minute after he finished, the doorbell rang. He heaved the bag onto his shoulder, and went and answered the door. The muscular man, and the Beatles man, were both outside the door. He remembered that the muscular man's name was Rick, but he couldn't for the life of him remember much about the other man, except that he didn't talk much.
"Hi Dan." Rick said. "You can let him take your bag." he said indicating the Beatles man. Dan handed over his luggage. "Let's be off then." And with that Rick strode right across the lawn of Dan's stately suburban manor and got into a sleek black car that was parked in the street. Dan followed. He sat in the back with the Beatles man, while Rick drove.
"So, uh, I don't exactly recall where we're going." Dan said shakily as they drove off.
"We're going to the main base of our secret organization." Rick replied.
"And where's that?" asked Dan.
"It's basically where we all live and hang out when not on a mission." Replied Rick evasively.
"And where do you all live?" Dan asked, starting to get annoyed.
"We all live in a Yellow Submarine!" replied the Beatles man.
"You can't be serious?!" exclaimed Dan in exasperation.
"Oh, he certainly is." Rick said with a chuckle, as the car accelerated onto the highway.

-To be continued.

If any of you missed the first episode, it's here: http://highlandsage.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-post.html
So long, and thanks for all the fish!

Lull

Well, I'm tired. There seems to have been a general lull around here in the past several days, but I'm taking in in stride. Or, trying to take it in stride. So, even though I may feel as if nothing has been going on in my life (things have been happening that aren't really in my life, there's news as always, stuff has definitely happened, just not to me it seems) I plunge on. I think it's part of the human experience really. So, when it seems as if nothing is moving, and you're not sure you're doing any good where you're at, remember the words of John Lennon: "There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be." Aye. The Beatles are great. They were definitely blessed with incredible talent. I hope that I will be able to use my gifts half as well. Well, anyways...
I'm sure it'll pass, no doubt sooner than it should!

It's 11:05, and you are loved!

-End Transmission

Spam

Well, I was actually suprised, today I only got one email, and it was spam. At least I didn't get spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, and spam. of course, i never get baked beans in my email, but that is beside the point. And the point is sharp. It's a dangerously pointy point. English muffin's up! Got to go!

-End Transmission

Bugs For You!

Well, I think that the title of this post pretty much explains everything. No need to go into further detail about that. Anyways...

Things were windy today. I'm afraid I'll wake up in the morning and there will be a bunch of parted puddles. I suppose the wind isn't that strong, but still. It's windier then I like to be out in. Hopefully it'll bring a storm. We could use a little rain. It hasn't rained for a long time. I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain? I have, but it's been so long I can barely remember. Well, maybe not that long, but it sure hasn't been recently! Hope for rain. Wow, did I just spend half a post talking about the weather? I better quit while I'm ahead.
Drink up me hearties yo ho!

Cabbage

Have you ever heard of something more dumb in and of itself then a cabbage? Maybe a turnip. anyways though, cabbages are pretty dumb. Of course, not to say they don't have their uses, but if you just found a cabbage sitting in a park you'd probably be more likely to say to yourself: "That's dumb" than "Oh, look, a cabbage! What luck!" Well, I guess that's more one of those things that you decide in the moment. I'm sure a hobo would think himself lucky to find a cabbage. I like cabbage actually. Boiled with salt. Or fried with sausage. What's not good fried with sausage? Yeah. Cabbage. Think about it.

Unyneryn

Well, just thought I'd better be a checkin' in, before you all sick a mob of crazed, discontented, peasants after me. They, of course, upon catching me, would proceed to throw me to the Unyneryn. If you don't know, a Unyneryn is a horrible beast with two short, stubby legs, two evil eyes, a huge mouth, and a tail with a blunt instrument on the end. It's bipedal and on average stands about eight to nine feet tall. And I don't want to be thrown to it, because it will eat my head. So I'm posting now. Anyways...

I don't want to leave her now,
You know I believe in how...

Five points to anybody who knows what song that was from. And when I say points, I mean Sage frequent Reader points, redeemable only on leap days, for, um, whatever I have on me at the time to give to you. Goodnight.

Sick

I'm posting early because I'm sick. I'll be in bed within half an hour. I have today found it's amazing how your will to do things you don't particularly want to is so drastically reduced when you're not in ship shape. Yeah. Good thing I want to do this. I'm now going to say five things that come to mind, just to be random: Spaghetti, pizza, rat poo, canned air, Shakespeare. Those things have nothing to do with each other by the way. Think I'll do another five: Dominic, Arkansas, kettle corn, politics, Andy Griffith. Goodnight.

Writing, Brett

Well, I've been doing a good bit of writing in the last few weeks. Except that this week I've been splitting my creative juices with getting ready for roleplaying. And of course I always seem to have just enough randomness in me for the blog at the end of the day.

Anyways, I'm not sure how many of you know or care, but Brett Favre is really retiring this year. it makes me just slightly sad, he's been starting for the Packers since several years before I started liking football. And they say it's strange, and that one day I just woke up and was a Packers fan. (that's what they tell me, I don't remember it) It leads me to believe that Green Bay fans are born, not made. I mean, I'm not a fanatic, though I would love to watch a game at Lambou(is that how it's spelled?) field, no matter if it's zero degrees outside. But, back on track: Brett is leaving football. I feel a little like I did when Steve Irwin died. Kinda a feeling like: "Aye, Brett Favre retired, and already the world seems a bit less bright."

Ah well, it'll pass, no doubt sooner than it should!

MARCH 4TH!!! (again)

Well, today is March 4th, the most commanding day of the year! And I almost posted some boring post with a deep subject. It was about a well. Get it, a well, deep subject?!?! LOL. Ok, so it's not quite that funny. It's more like an lol. O well. The deep subject! This is getting me nowhere...

Today is the day we all march forth! Well, actually I only walked forth. Into the forest. And fooled with a recorder. I actually figured out the song of time from Ocarina of Time, except that I can't get the end part right becuase the recorder can't go that low. Oh well. The deep subject! This is getting me nowhere... (say that sounds familiar!)

Well, it's about time for me to March forth.

Remember...

Life is good, even when it's not!

If you want to see last year's March 4th post "MARCH FOURTH", follow this link: http://highlandsage.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-forth.html