Roleplaying on the Horizon

I have roleplaying about a week from now, I'm quite excited. I'm getting into the mood. so, to continue this post do you wish to go through the red door to your right, or the blue door on the left? What's that, check for secret doors? Ok. ooh, 17, you find one in front of you. You go through it and a jet of flame comes from the cieling and sets your arows on fire!!!! Anyways, to a bit of sagery:

Why are the innkeepers in movies either bearded, overworked, men, or handsome ladies? Nevermind, I just answered my own question. Well, I suppose I really actually haven't got anything to say, at this point I'm just posting for the heck of posting. I guess. Oh, no more heck of it! I'm doing it on a whim! Yeah, I like to do things on a whim! Sages whims are strange, powerful and mysterious things. You'd be well to stay away from them. I'll go carry out the rest of this whim somewhere else!

The Sage Meditates

I will now guide you in how to find your inner sage:

Sit at your computer with your legs stretched out in front crossed over each other. Now put your right pointer finger on your earlobe. Your left earlobe. Your left hand goes over your eyes. Now close your eyes and repeat this mantra: "I am a telephone pole." With purpose! now stand up straight very quickly. DO NOT hit your head on a retro lighting fixture! Now continue the mantra with your hands at your sides. With more purpose! Now stop and sit quietly in your computer chair, take three deep breaths. Now type whatever comes into your head as a comment on this post. You should be filled with one of two things: many many Sagey thoughts, or a feeling that you are a complete lunatic who follows directions on crazy blogs!

Now how many of you actually did that? If you did, wow. If you didn't I didn't expect you to. In other local news...


Katie has a blog now! It can be found at: www.attaspage.blogspot.com That's about it for tonight. In the next part of the sage meditation series I shall bring you, the Banana Dance. That's all for tonight. No, I just wanna sit here and write whatever pops into my head for the next thirty seconds. I've come up with something to do for my 100th post(if I ever get there!) And also, well, the dishwasher is running. And thirty seconds isn't long enough so I'm extending it to the next, until I feel like stopping typing. Which is about now. Goodnight.

Life is good, even when it's not!

The 8th Dwarf

I think that the 8th dwarf's name was hungry. I'm not sure why. I mean, Sleepy, Sneezy, Bashful, Happy, Grumpy, Dopey, Hungry and Doc! See, he fits right in! Actually, I'll bet there was an 8th dwarf named hungry, but he was so hungry he starved to death and was buried before Snow White came along! Yep, that's the only logical explanation. I wonder where the other Dwarves burried him. Maybe they stuck him out in some glass topped, guilded coffin out in the woods too! Probably not though. I bet they just tossed him in a hole somewhere. Or maybe Hungry didn't die, but instead left on a quest for some good food, and he ended up marrying Betty Crocker! Yeah, I like that a lot better. Boy, I need to have a snack before I post, not while I'm writing...

'Tis the Season To Be Sagey!

'Tis the season to be Sagey!
Falalalalalalalala!
Not a season full of Ragey!
Falalalalalalalala!
Don we now the Fey apparel,
Falalalalalalalala,
Sing, the ancient Highland Carol!
Falalalalalalalala!

Well, that was festive, wasn't it? I went on a stroll earlier, which turned into a walk, and then a full blown hour and fifteen minutes later i was getting home from a good long hike! I listened to my music the whole time, which I'm not sure was good or bad. It was just different. I definitely didn't need quite today though, so I guess it was a good thing. In fact, I'm charging my iPod as I write this. Type this. Ah, same difference. I'm glad a few different people have begun commenting again, it makes me fell important, even though I'm not and I know it. It has been sooooooo snowy around here. I mean, I like nice snow storms that dump a foot and you can go out and have fun, but we've been getting these really annoying weekly four inch storms that just keep everything cold, wet, and muddy. Oh well, things could be worse. I could live in Elbonia. Oh, by the way, can anyone spot the mole in the last post? I think that's about it for tonight.

Kyrie Eleison down the road that you must travel guys!

-End Transmission

P.S. Wow, I'm posting a lot earlier than usual! I wonder why...

-Really End Transmission

I Have Something to Say!

Well, tonight, I do have something in mind to talk about! Katie and I were reading my posts from last summer, and she pointed out that almost every one starts with Something to the effect of: I don't really have anything to say tonight. I expect many of you have noticed this pattern in my posting, and I figured you might be interested in finding out why that phrase heads up or is in so many of my posts. In order to do this we have to go into the creative process that creates these posts. It usually starts sometime after 9 when I'm getting this particular bored restless feeling. I then sit down at my computer and do a few boring stuff like check my email, (I usually don't have any, but I still check) or poking around Yahoo. then I decide to check my blog for comments. Then I think to myself: "What a wonderful world". Not really. I think to myself: "hm, I guess I should make a post." So I then either read some old posts for inspiration, or go right to the posting page. If I don't have any idea by then, I'll pull something strange off the top of my head (like Seppuku) and start the post with that. If I don't pull something random off the top of my head then I start the post with something to the effect of: I don't really have anything to say. About one in every 14.6071023 posts actually have a purpose before i sit down and write them. The rest are all ad lib, all the time, get some! Huzzah! Thank you, and well, no. I'm going to do a different farewell. How about, well, no. Hhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. That's it!

Life is good, even when it's not!
Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho!

Seppuku!

Okay, so the title of the post has nothing to do with the post. I have no reason to commit seppuku, because firstly, I'm not Japanese, secondly, I'm not dishonored, and thirdly, I wouldn't kill myself to save face. Anyways...

I haven't much to say actually. Except that I may not be the best looking, but at least I have the most fun. Mostly. Hopefully. Yy. Big Y little y what begins with y? You do!

What a Battle or "The Windex Post"

I just finished a particularly good game of Age of Empires 2. My entire starting base had been decimated except for a broken, useless wall, a damaged castle, a few houses, and a blacksmith. But while the battle was still at my base I built a wonder and some basics in my Allies' base. With 29 years left on the wonder clock, I lost my new town center, but they couldn't get to the wonder. It was quite a feeling to see all of my enemies' names being listed with "defeated" behind them.

Meanwhile, back in reality...

I was a bit disappointed nobody commented on my last post, but I'll just take that to mean that you all read it and found nothing worth commenting on. Did anyone notice that I changed the "About Me" section? But enough about me.

There's a thing of Windex sitting here beside the computer, (I have no idea why) and it says "Institutional Size". Does that mean you have to be in an institution to actually buy one in this size? Or does it just mean it's the size institutions use? And why do we always asume that an institution is a place for crazy people? Just a few ponderables for you to ponder. The Windex bottle isn't even an unusual size. I wonder if windex is actually as good as they make it out to be in "My Big Fat Greek Wedding"? I don't know, I don't want to find out. And what does it matter? What do I care? What does Father Macenzie care? Funny how many of my posts since Christmas end up turning into into Beatle's references, isn't it? Well, not really I guess, but oh well. What can you do? NOTHING! Because this is my blog, adn you can't touch it! MUAHAHAHA.

Sorry, I got a little, um, carried away there. I better stop typing before I write something and scare you all off. Goodnight.

Return of the Blog

Not wind, nor rage, could stop the sage, but the lousy internet goes down for a month and look what happens...

Anyways, it's good to be back! Life is great in the highlands. There were many times during this last month I have wanted to write in this virtual tome, but alas, fate it would seem, (or to be more precise, bad software) would not allow it. Ah well, I've kept a journal of the time, and I suppose I shall continue to so, and I can get some of the material therin recorded. Now, for the first time in a long time, I'm doing what I like to do about this time. Wow, I use 'time' three times in the same sentance. Time time time time. Four! Ooh, I'm pleasant. Well, I suppose that'll be all for now, look for more posts in the coming days, and until then, remember:

Life is good, even when it's not.

This is the highland sage, signing out.

-End Transmission