I have decided to go back and start tagging my livejournal entries. Why? Well, because I obviously have better things that I need to do that I don't actually feel like doing. Also because I like the categorization possibilities of tags ( Read more... )

Bastille Day was on July 14th as ever. I remember it as the anniversary of this journal. Yes, it is somewhat distressing that this thing of mine is 7 years old. I normally would have written on the day itself, but I was out in the mountains of New Hampshire where the internet utilizes phone lines. Then when I got home people forced me to do ( Read more... )

Well, it's the arbitrary first day of an arbitrary year after it has hit an arbitrary definition of midnight. I suppose the day means something to me though, since it is one of the few days I am fairly consistent about writing something on the livejournal. Not that I relate to it emotionally, of course; it's always a mere rational, mathematical ( Read more... )

My age is a short series of consecutive numbers.

I have a zeugma concerning my head. Well, at least I'm not shrinking. Okay, the text is. But does it really matter what I write at this point?

So. 2007, eh? Well, the year 2006 turned out to be nothing special, but at least 2007 is, uh, divisible by 9.

When this entry is at the top of my livejournal's page, the entry at the bottom will be from September 8th, 2004. Let's see (okay, looking up the current date), that's over two years in the space of 20 entries. Amazing. Simply amazing.

Farewell, 2005. I only liked you because you were divisible by 5.

2005.

It's not a prime number.
It's not even.

But it's divisible by 5.

Wow, I'm glad someone told me that it was Bastille Day. I didn't even know it was the 14th. I've been so out of touch. Well happy anniversary to my journal. Such a long, boring time ( Read more... )

I traveled 31 hours in the past 39. I covered 5000 miles.

I'm a bit tired.