Comments | melquiades76: blogorrhea

melquiades76

blogorrhea

Mar 08, 2005 15:06

Suddenly it's hard to find a journal that actually works. LJ keeps fucking off, xanga-style (as I type, there's that Warning above the text box that tells you it's in read-only mode and maybe will post your entry if it feels like it ( Read more... )

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madamebovary March 9 2005, 03:43:50 UTC

tu me manquerai!

melquiades76 March 11 2005, 18:44:52 UTC

Et right back atcha! Are you on Friendster?

secrethistoryx December 14 2005, 01:52:47 UTC

Actually, Mr. Santos, where have you gone now that I've come back (momentarily, at least)...?

melquiades76 December 14 2005, 06:30:23 UTC

Land sakes, how and where ever did you pick up that Name Which Shall Not Be Named? Je est un autre, répète Rimbaud encore. Keep sleuthing, I'm just one step aside.

And you would be...? Gimme something namewise -- last, first, middle, nick-, body part, etc.

secrethistoryx December 14 2005, 18:16:21 UTC

I love that! And I thought I was the only person who wasn't in a sitcom or a cartoom who said, "Land sakes!" anymore... You can erase my previous message if you don't want that Name uttered. I was just hoping to trawl into some detail-explicit notepad of yours online, and not just a funky video of the Xmas Disco Man, as funny as it was. (BTW, did you make the film?)

It's just that I feel like I've come back to town, like the poor guy in the Spider's Strategem, and everything that's good's changed and everything that's not has remained. Melquiades76 urging us to move on and quit staring. What do I do with my three-day stay if I don't have people and things to stare at?

No sleuthing from you, please. I leave no traces anyhow. I'm eminently ungoogleable. Perhaps a little later, I'll show you a foot or at least, a big toe. I've also more than half a mind to erase all my previous posts until my re-entry last week. Old news is so icky and embarrassing.

melquiades76 December 14 2005, 19:52:13 UTC

Indeedy, I'm quite the stalwart about keeping senselessly outdated phrases in conversational circulation. A gadzooks/ criminy where a for the love of fuck won't do. And the slightest hint of monkeyshines or hogwash might incite a donnybrook, a right brouhaha, if one knows not what's good for 'em. A real straight shooter, I am, it's the schoolmarm in me. On the other hand, any dame bringing me coffee and pie real quick-like gets a heartfelt applebottom slap with a thanks, toots and wink on top ( ... )