You've been a good pickle, haven't you? Yes, a good pickle. The best. A very very good pickle. You're the best pickle I've ever eaten! I love you, Pickle. -fin-
Yesterday happened! Happenings happened yesterday! Happening-flavoured happenings happened yesterday! Yeah. So yesterday was a good day, surprisingly. I awoke in the early day-time, when the sun was nigh the east horizon, and shadows were long and prickly black fingers of shadowy shadow-creatures. =O I was awakened during this time of early-ness by a rousing song, at an alarm preset by me to wake me the night previous. I came to the living room, the room in which people can live, and started q
Over the course of the last very few days, I have begun reading A Series Of Unfortunate Events again, and have quite enjoyed it. As a writer, I appreciate the themes and motifs, a phrase which here means "the various artistic devices the author uses to create a masterpiece," and have used the series as a baseboard for one of my own series, which uses A Series Of Unfortunate Events as a sort of inspiration. That, however, is quite another story. I just thought I should mention this, and if anyone
In a parallel world, one where we're all vegetables, such as that of VeggieTales, what would said vegetables eat to stay healthy? Would they eat other vegetables? But wouldn't that be cannabalism? Or would they eat meat?
Gah. This is what I think about when I'm tired.
-fin-
Uno: I got a "That's What She Said" sign today at Target for only a dollar.
Dos: I got a headset today. I like it, it's really comfortable. Although I prefer the earbud like things that have the things that wrap around your ear, 'cause then the sound is like in my head. But still. I can record things now and control Stephen with my voice without having the lean forward all the way to the microphone just to be heard. (Here's lookin' at you, Doc.)
-fin-
The following is a letter I received today from an indeterminate source of both indeterminate gender and indeterminate age, as well as indeterminate location, and indeterminate favourite colour.
To Whom It May Concern,
Ring-ring. This was the dinner bell last night. Seven times it rang and I went to dinner and ate with my family. Was that a timely bell? Maybe. But the right thing to do is to eat at the place I did. But that is wrong. Ring-ring.
I have been trapped in a trunk.
See if yo
I just heard the door unlock. Footsteps are behind me. Heavy, stomping. There's a voice now.
"Brynnef, we are here to apprehend you for the murder of Herk and Therk." it growls at me.
I turn slowly. "Herk and Therk? I've never even heard of them."
"Someone has given him an amnesia pill." the Makuta says into a comm attached to his head.
I hear a dull rumble of a voice from the other side. The Makuta moves towards me. I activate the Olmak contained within my Omnish, the Kanohi of Ever
They're f-following me. My phone's tapped, my hut's watched by odd creatures hidden in shadow. I hear bloodcurdling screams in the middle night, different voice every time. Crimson splatters on my windows as the screams rent the air, here one night, gone the next. I'm nearly too paranoid to type this entry today. There went my air filtration. C-ca-can't b-breathe.
...
Why are you still here? There's nothing to see here. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here. LEAVE.
...everywhere I go, there's a bolded, underlined something stalking me. It's at the bottom of each page under what users are reading that page. It's driving me nuts. What could it be?
-Bio5
Please, help me? I'm trapped in Disneyland....
So I'm writing an Epic in its entirety. I've been writing since I woke up at around one in the afternoon and haven't stopped. Up to chapter three now. 4815 words. So. Much. Inspiration.
-fin-
So I received a new LEGO set in the mail today from an anonymous donor. When I opened the box, to my surprise, I saw within a yellow-topped container that said upon it Mata Nui. Of course, I was extremely surprised to have received such a set from an anonymous donor that I quickly ripped into it and constructed the set. There are, however, no pictures as yet, as my camera is lost.
-fin-
The hat is here, people. Get set up. The hat is here!
Alright, guys, are we ready? Camera rolling? Excellent, excellent. And here we go, in three...
Two...
-fin-
I went for a fleeting glance today and what did I find? A little red box and on it, said hay. This red box was remarkable by every means and yet somehow unremarkable by my own and it had no seam upon it which I took to be odd at first but then gradually accepted, as though it were some collegiate fact to be memorised and taken down and ripped apart and flourished at the streets. Yet somehow...somehow...
Somehow the box was opened, merely by its thoughts, and when I saw it, I said hay.
When
Following some rhyme or reason, the rhyme and reason of which I have yet to figure out, I received the new Takanuva today.
I have little to know qualms to mention of Takanuva, except for the fact that his shins are incredibly empty. However, I am currently quickly working to modify or remedy this problem.
Other than that, the new Takanuva is my penultimate favourite set, beat by only a photo-finish for first by the Kardas Dragon.
Directly following a series of events involving not one b
