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!