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...