Simple Pleasures
There are some things in life that are more fun than others. This we all know, but what we find fun… well that changes from person to person. I for instance take great pleasure in sitting on my floor and shooting my marble collection at one another. I like to take the flat marbles that I have on my desk and dresser, and pick them up, and put them someplace where they were not before. It doesn’t matter where, I just like to move them. It’s a simple pleasure.
Some things are really fun to say. They are just REALLY fun things to say. Like “Rutabaga” That’s a good one, and let us not forget the classic “Soylent green is PEOPLE!!!! It’s PEOPLE!!!” That’s best exclaimed when people are eating. Oh yes… that’s a good one. Oh, and “If you go to Z’ha’dum, you will DIE.” That’s another good one.
I like to stare at my lava lamp, or my plasma ball. I like to poke my plasma ball, and eat potato chips. Sometimes at the same time. Potato is a funny word to say too… and cracker… and SPORK. That’s a funny word. How can one find something so simple to be so fun? Making oblique references to anything in “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” is another fun thing. ESPECIALY when the other person actually gets it. Answer questions with “42.” Oh yes.
See... I think... it’s all about the entropy. Entropy is our FRIEND. We like it. It’s like marbles running rampant on my carpet and tripping greeks who insist on walking in without knocking to try and rope us into rush week... well that never happened, But I would like it too.
Yesh. My mind works in strange ways. We had to do a xerography project... a collage using entirely the Xerox machine. I don’t know what possessed me to do it but in addition to random portions of my wardrobe (RANDOM!!!) I wanted to Xerox marbles. Getting those little buggers to cooperate is a real pain in the butt. *higgels.* But I LIKES marbles so... I do it anyway. Cause I can. The art teacher says some people have more of an internal world than others. I can’t imagine not having an internal world. It’s frustrating enough to try and bring my inside world out... but to not have one, that would be a nightmare. I think that’s why I like glass stuffs. It reminds me of my internal world. Wire stuffs too, wire and glass. And metal. Like the kind you pound into shapes with a hammer.
My internal world is made of glass, and if you dropped me, it would shatter.
I don’t know where that came from. I thought of it earlier today, walking around. Cause... uh... I spend a lot of time walking between the buildings to get to classes. Yeah. I just a strange bird. But I LIKES being a strange bird… cause, uh... it’s who I is, and uh… being what I ent is just a little to much effort for me. Sides which it’s like.... Wrong or sommat.
Phynd says I might have Nimda. I needs to find out what the heck to do about that. I didn’t used to have it but now I do so, yeah... that bothers me. I haven’t been on the printer network much at all so I don’t know how that happened. My roommate says it comes from porno, but since I didn’t look at that I is confused. It must have com in via e-mail or the network. *Grumbles.* I thought Norton protected you from this sort of thing...
I needa go VCC and find out what I can do to get rid if that. It really botherses me. My father isn’t gonna let me on the network at home if I have a virus. Maybe that’s where I caught it, off the home network... I’m not fire walled then. *Sighs.*
Ok... that’s my ramble for tonight. I’ll shut up. I seem to
8^)
Some things are really fun to say. They are just REALLY fun things to say. Like “Rutabaga” That’s a good one, and let us not forget the classic “Soylent green is PEOPLE!!!! It’s PEOPLE!!!” That’s best exclaimed when people are eating. Oh yes… that’s a good one. Oh, and “If you go to Z’ha’dum, you will DIE.” That’s another good one.
I like to stare at my lava lamp, or my plasma ball. I like to poke my plasma ball, and eat potato chips. Sometimes at the same time. Potato is a funny word to say too… and cracker… and SPORK. That’s a funny word. How can one find something so simple to be so fun? Making oblique references to anything in “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” is another fun thing. ESPECIALY when the other person actually gets it. Answer questions with “42.” Oh yes.
See... I think... it’s all about the entropy. Entropy is our FRIEND. We like it. It’s like marbles running rampant on my carpet and tripping greeks who insist on walking in without knocking to try and rope us into rush week... well that never happened, But I would like it too.
Yesh. My mind works in strange ways. We had to do a xerography project... a collage using entirely the Xerox machine. I don’t know what possessed me to do it but in addition to random portions of my wardrobe (RANDOM!!!) I wanted to Xerox marbles. Getting those little buggers to cooperate is a real pain in the butt. *higgels.* But I LIKES marbles so... I do it anyway. Cause I can. The art teacher says some people have more of an internal world than others. I can’t imagine not having an internal world. It’s frustrating enough to try and bring my inside world out... but to not have one, that would be a nightmare. I think that’s why I like glass stuffs. It reminds me of my internal world. Wire stuffs too, wire and glass. And metal. Like the kind you pound into shapes with a hammer.
My internal world is made of glass, and if you dropped me, it would shatter.
I don’t know where that came from. I thought of it earlier today, walking around. Cause... uh... I spend a lot of time walking between the buildings to get to classes. Yeah. I just a strange bird. But I LIKES being a strange bird… cause, uh... it’s who I is, and uh… being what I ent is just a little to much effort for me. Sides which it’s like.... Wrong or sommat.
Phynd says I might have Nimda. I needs to find out what the heck to do about that. I didn’t used to have it but now I do so, yeah... that bothers me. I haven’t been on the printer network much at all so I don’t know how that happened. My roommate says it comes from porno, but since I didn’t look at that I is confused. It must have com in via e-mail or the network. *Grumbles.* I thought Norton protected you from this sort of thing...
I needa go VCC and find out what I can do to get rid if that. It really botherses me. My father isn’t gonna let me on the network at home if I have a virus. Maybe that’s where I caught it, off the home network... I’m not fire walled then. *Sighs.*
Ok... that’s my ramble for tonight. I’ll shut up. I seem to
8^)