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!)
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
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 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
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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...
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...
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
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!
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!
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