The First Entry
Well, as the subject line clearly states, this is the maiden entry in (on) my brand spankin' new LiveJournal.
Exciting.
So what does one write in his or her blog? Personal and private thoughts that they wish to have viewed by millions upon millions of web strangers, I guess.
Exciting.
Carrots help us see much better in the dark
Don't talk to girls; they'll break your heart
And this is my head and this is my spout
When they work together, they can't figure anything out
That lovely block of lyrics is from the song "Kill The Director" by indie band, The Wombats.
Not very exciting, but good nonetheless.
Story time...
So there I was, sitting at my computer... hmm... guess I should have said here I was, seeing as how I am still here... but you didn't know I was still here...
wait...
So here I was, sitting at my computer, when all of a sudden, I get a hankerin' for a bowl of cereal (it was around 3am, mind you). Being the self-sufficient person that I am, I get out of my seat and saunter to the pantry, in search of a boxed breakfast delight. Deep in the back of the shelf, behind all the other cereal, I find an unopened box of Cocoa Puffs.
Score.
Upon further inspection, I noticed the expiration date of the newly-found snack.
"20NOV06"
That's right. This cereal was three months shy of celebrating its first birthday.
I was going to eat an infant.
Fearlessly disregarding everything I had ever learned about organic materials, I opened the box, pouring the contents into a bowl, bathing it promptly in milk. I looked over what could possibly be the oldest food I had ever considered eating one last time, trying to shake off any doubts that were creeping into my mind.
(wow... that looks a lot like dog food)
All worries aside, I finally ate it all. I even had a second serving.
Any ill-effects? I guess we'll find out. If I don't post another entry, let it be known that I lived a rich and fulfilling life.
Although I didn't have as much sex as I would have preferred.
Oh, well. No one ever does.
Later.
Exciting.
So what does one write in his or her blog? Personal and private thoughts that they wish to have viewed by millions upon millions of web strangers, I guess.
Exciting.
Carrots help us see much better in the dark
Don't talk to girls; they'll break your heart
And this is my head and this is my spout
When they work together, they can't figure anything out
That lovely block of lyrics is from the song "Kill The Director" by indie band, The Wombats.
Not very exciting, but good nonetheless.
Story time...
So there I was, sitting at my computer... hmm... guess I should have said here I was, seeing as how I am still here... but you didn't know I was still here...
wait...
So here I was, sitting at my computer, when all of a sudden, I get a hankerin' for a bowl of cereal (it was around 3am, mind you). Being the self-sufficient person that I am, I get out of my seat and saunter to the pantry, in search of a boxed breakfast delight. Deep in the back of the shelf, behind all the other cereal, I find an unopened box of Cocoa Puffs.
Score.
Upon further inspection, I noticed the expiration date of the newly-found snack.
"20NOV06"
That's right. This cereal was three months shy of celebrating its first birthday.
I was going to eat an infant.
Fearlessly disregarding everything I had ever learned about organic materials, I opened the box, pouring the contents into a bowl, bathing it promptly in milk. I looked over what could possibly be the oldest food I had ever considered eating one last time, trying to shake off any doubts that were creeping into my mind.
(wow... that looks a lot like dog food)
All worries aside, I finally ate it all. I even had a second serving.
Any ill-effects? I guess we'll find out. If I don't post another entry, let it be known that I lived a rich and fulfilling life.
Although I didn't have as much sex as I would have preferred.
Oh, well. No one ever does.
Later.