Thursday, December 20, 2007
Creation
I have the sudden, violent urge to create. I want it to be great, to be looked upon as beautiful, or at least different. But I haven't the tools, nor the talent to create this thing.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Part 1
They soon realized that they had no chance of surviving on the surface for any length of time. Those first three brave souls would prove that point with their lives. Or were they brave? Perhaps they were simply stupid. Suicidal. Ignoring obvious risk to find hope for us all. The coming generations would see them as heroes anyway, for the stories that were told portrayed them as such.
At any rate, those three souls only showed us the danger, demonstrated our helplessness. We were lost. In our underground room, our cellar, we had barely the food to last a few weeks, and no protective equipment. None that would have any effect on the "trihelix". That horrible man-made virus that attacks human DNA, ripping it open and then adding another strand. An incompatible strand that our bodies don't understand. Its effect is amazingly rapid, like cancer spreading. If cancer knew all our weaknesses. If cancer was intelligent.
The three souls who had left the cellar to find life in the despair of the blizzard couldn't walk ten yards in the deep snow without their bodies attacking themselves, beginning at the lungs and finding its way to the rest of the body in under a minute. Once they felt it, they barely had time to turn around before collapsing, unable to move because all their blood oxygen had been compromised. Our only hope was some kind of mask, an oxygen tank, something to protect us from breathing the putrid air that was laced with our destruction.
That hope could be thirty yards away. We must be some of the luckiest humans on this planet, to have found our cellar in time, and also to be so near to "Scuba Pete's" scuba shop. No one knew what had happened to Scuba Pete, he had disappeared days before anyone heard about the attack. But perhaps we could honor him in some way, if we were able to make it to his store and survive. But even if we make it to the store, it's surely locked. Would anyone have enough strength to break a window after making the journey through our diseased environment? Would anyone be alive?
The obvious obstacle is the snow. It covers the ground so thick that mailboxes are almost hidden. How tall is that? It must be three, four feet? Insane. Impossible. It never snows here, that's why it's a year round resort. Yet somehow, with our minimal knowledge of this frozen white powder, we have to get past it; or rather, get over it. Obviously we aren't equipped for snowshoes, and few of us even have warm clothes other than wetsuits, and those are all back in our houses, surely filled with disease by now. Still we must somehow make our way past thirty yards of snow while holding our breath.
What are our resources? Some cases of canned food, several gallon jugs of water, chemical packets to keep warm for a few hours, the gas in our heater, and the radio and television, both constantly scanning the channels, playing for us everything they find. Playing for us nothing. Who had built this place? Hadn't it always been here, since we were all children? I remember playing nearby on the beach, my mother talking about how it was ridiculous for it to be so near to a tourist hot spot, this shack, this target for graffiti, this grey symbol of despair and ugliness. Oh mother, how wrong you were. This is now my home, until we break free.
Maybe the tin cans could be used to fashion some sort of snowshoe. Green beans under the toes, peaches under the heel, cans ripped apart as if the trihelix itself had invaded. A few strips of precious clothing, a now useless sarong, covering the sharp edges and attaching the cans to a pair of sneakers.
Useless. All in vain. These new "fruit shoes" as they were lovingly called, were almost as bad as regular sneakers in the snow. We barely pulled him back in before he lost his held breath, gasping for life. And every time we open the door, we let a little more of the infection in. Luckily this strain thrives in the cold, so if we gather around the heater it might die before reaching us. No one is sick yet.
How did the weather turn so cold? It is a fruitless question, one we cannot possibly hope to answer. And even if we knew the answer through some divine stroke of genius, we have no way of changing it. We are but a few people, who have lived the cushy lives reserved for the rich, near a beach, always in the sun, never having to survive, only to live.
Of course! Why didn't we see it before? The cardboard cases that hold all these cans of food. They are nice and flat. They could be laid upon the snow. There are certainly plenty of them to make a path from here to Scuba Pete's. But how? How could anyone possibly hold their breath long enough to lay cardboard down all the way to our salvation?
At any rate, those three souls only showed us the danger, demonstrated our helplessness. We were lost. In our underground room, our cellar, we had barely the food to last a few weeks, and no protective equipment. None that would have any effect on the "trihelix". That horrible man-made virus that attacks human DNA, ripping it open and then adding another strand. An incompatible strand that our bodies don't understand. Its effect is amazingly rapid, like cancer spreading. If cancer knew all our weaknesses. If cancer was intelligent.
The three souls who had left the cellar to find life in the despair of the blizzard couldn't walk ten yards in the deep snow without their bodies attacking themselves, beginning at the lungs and finding its way to the rest of the body in under a minute. Once they felt it, they barely had time to turn around before collapsing, unable to move because all their blood oxygen had been compromised. Our only hope was some kind of mask, an oxygen tank, something to protect us from breathing the putrid air that was laced with our destruction.
That hope could be thirty yards away. We must be some of the luckiest humans on this planet, to have found our cellar in time, and also to be so near to "Scuba Pete's" scuba shop. No one knew what had happened to Scuba Pete, he had disappeared days before anyone heard about the attack. But perhaps we could honor him in some way, if we were able to make it to his store and survive. But even if we make it to the store, it's surely locked. Would anyone have enough strength to break a window after making the journey through our diseased environment? Would anyone be alive?
The obvious obstacle is the snow. It covers the ground so thick that mailboxes are almost hidden. How tall is that? It must be three, four feet? Insane. Impossible. It never snows here, that's why it's a year round resort. Yet somehow, with our minimal knowledge of this frozen white powder, we have to get past it; or rather, get over it. Obviously we aren't equipped for snowshoes, and few of us even have warm clothes other than wetsuits, and those are all back in our houses, surely filled with disease by now. Still we must somehow make our way past thirty yards of snow while holding our breath.
What are our resources? Some cases of canned food, several gallon jugs of water, chemical packets to keep warm for a few hours, the gas in our heater, and the radio and television, both constantly scanning the channels, playing for us everything they find. Playing for us nothing. Who had built this place? Hadn't it always been here, since we were all children? I remember playing nearby on the beach, my mother talking about how it was ridiculous for it to be so near to a tourist hot spot, this shack, this target for graffiti, this grey symbol of despair and ugliness. Oh mother, how wrong you were. This is now my home, until we break free.
Maybe the tin cans could be used to fashion some sort of snowshoe. Green beans under the toes, peaches under the heel, cans ripped apart as if the trihelix itself had invaded. A few strips of precious clothing, a now useless sarong, covering the sharp edges and attaching the cans to a pair of sneakers.
Useless. All in vain. These new "fruit shoes" as they were lovingly called, were almost as bad as regular sneakers in the snow. We barely pulled him back in before he lost his held breath, gasping for life. And every time we open the door, we let a little more of the infection in. Luckily this strain thrives in the cold, so if we gather around the heater it might die before reaching us. No one is sick yet.
How did the weather turn so cold? It is a fruitless question, one we cannot possibly hope to answer. And even if we knew the answer through some divine stroke of genius, we have no way of changing it. We are but a few people, who have lived the cushy lives reserved for the rich, near a beach, always in the sun, never having to survive, only to live.
Of course! Why didn't we see it before? The cardboard cases that hold all these cans of food. They are nice and flat. They could be laid upon the snow. There are certainly plenty of them to make a path from here to Scuba Pete's. But how? How could anyone possibly hold their breath long enough to lay cardboard down all the way to our salvation?
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Self
For when our ancestors left us this place, they knew it would bring both fortune and famine, and with that they gave us the only advice they thought would matter: Love thyself.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Crank
Well, as I sat down to my computer today I realized that there was much caffeine inside of me, like the feeling of happiness that surrounds a child on his birthday. I realize also that I made this child a boy, when it would have served the same purpose to make this child a female. I am sorry to all of you females that read this that I did not make the birthday child a female. I know it must add to your sorrow of the current modern world in how the society downplays your roles to that of a mere accessory. I assure you that I do not feel this way. It is simply the result of my existence in this society that I would place the masculinity into an unknown persona, for that is how many languages do it. I understand that this may not be an acceptable excuse, but it is all I have. So yeah, as I was saying. The caffeine is like a birthday. But I don't need presents, for the caffeine is its own present. I love it at this moment, but I know that soon, I will feel nearly sick. It will take its toll on my metabolism by using all my energy in a fashion which is non-productive. I will need to eat. I will need to sit down. But I am already sitting. This is my paradox. It is like I went to the bathroom but found no toilet, so I wander, without direction, into a bar. The barkeep says that they got no bathrooms unless I am thirsty as well. I wander back out.
David says that caffeine is best with a cigarette. Too bad I don't smoke, and I think smoking is a waste of money and a waste of life. My alveoli would never forgive me if I began to smoke. But would this relieve my need of a bathroom? Once again I have no answer. Please forgive me, harsh world, for I am but a simple organism. Organisms will never know all, but can only strive for more. This is the way of life and living, and this is the way of death and dying. For the more we know, the closer we come to death, and the more meaningful our lives become. One day I will know all that I can, and hopefully that instead of beginning a downhill trek on that day, I die at the top. One of the biggest fears in life is its gradual decline, I think. I would rather death be quick and catch me off guard. But also I hope that I would be at peace. This is is my quagmire. To fulfill my own wish is to expect death. But in that situation it cannot be a surprise. Is this the way everyone feels? Of course I cannot say, for I am one boy in a land of many people of both genders equally. And this does not sadden me, for I know that I am me, and they will be themselves for many years to come. Unless something happens where all those years cease, and we are sucked into a black hole of no happiness or life or death or sadness, only a singularity in which we are one.
Coffee and cigarettes indeed.
David says that caffeine is best with a cigarette. Too bad I don't smoke, and I think smoking is a waste of money and a waste of life. My alveoli would never forgive me if I began to smoke. But would this relieve my need of a bathroom? Once again I have no answer. Please forgive me, harsh world, for I am but a simple organism. Organisms will never know all, but can only strive for more. This is the way of life and living, and this is the way of death and dying. For the more we know, the closer we come to death, and the more meaningful our lives become. One day I will know all that I can, and hopefully that instead of beginning a downhill trek on that day, I die at the top. One of the biggest fears in life is its gradual decline, I think. I would rather death be quick and catch me off guard. But also I hope that I would be at peace. This is is my quagmire. To fulfill my own wish is to expect death. But in that situation it cannot be a surprise. Is this the way everyone feels? Of course I cannot say, for I am one boy in a land of many people of both genders equally. And this does not sadden me, for I know that I am me, and they will be themselves for many years to come. Unless something happens where all those years cease, and we are sucked into a black hole of no happiness or life or death or sadness, only a singularity in which we are one.
Coffee and cigarettes indeed.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
I left this as a comment to someone early this year.
As one walked into the tall building, there was a shot from below, showing how he thinks of himself as tall as well, comparing him to the building and showing from the angle that there is not much difference, metaphorically demonstrating the thought in his mind. Upon entering through the revolving door, he feels immediately smaller in the tall domed interior of this gargantuan edifice. It is ironic how from outside looking in, one can see something huge and call it small, but from inside a situation, the magnitude of any action is immense. He climbs the stairs to look at the directory, representing the heartbreaking fact that when you're at the bottom, you can't even gain direction without knowing where to go and pulling yourself closer toward the unknown future and risk getting to the top and falling all the way back down before getting a chance to learn anything. The only difference here is that all large buildings will have a directory, and a man of his apparent stature will know that, and in the life of the fallen, that man may not know of the directory and the life-changing information it keeps.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Physics
The inclined plane of my heart has been twisted into a screw so severe that it has punctured itself, and the love which once inhabited it now flows in a great rush onto the ground, into the dirt, and through the roots and leaves of the many plants which surround me, forcing its way into the atmosphere before returning through any number of paths and unwinding my tense body into a life giving fortress once more.
I dunno...
For the last time, I am telling you that without this piece of machinery, our doomsday device can never be completed in the fashion which was laid out hundreds of years ago in the prophecy of Goh-Nan, which we have followed so closely for these millenia, and which we shall continue to follow through all eternity, even in death learning and pleasing the book which has brought us all our success and wisdom.
Monday, November 5, 2007
The Flies!!!
For the love of all that is holy, the FLIES!!! They buzz around and around, like little fighter pilots, dodging my swift hand as though bred for it, laying their eggs every five seconds, eating my food and drinking my water, tickling my nose and blocking my vision, being pests to the core, selling their souls for that tiny scrap of meat on which to birth their vile spawn, those white maggots which haunt so many nightmares, which ruin so many appetites, which will someday take over and become the dominant species. I hit one! In the air, then against a wall, but my hand was not fierce enough, and it was not dazed for even a moment. Flying away like nothing happened, taking my meaning with it.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Toilets
For throughout the white plastic pipe of life, there are many elbow joints, sometimes two in a row so that you double back upon yourself, and sometimes there is a u-turn which is affected by gravity, such as in the back of a toilet, so that you will keep building your life up and up, becoming more and more successful, until one day it gets too full, you lose grip of it all, and as you grasp for one thing another runs away, so you let go and go after it, but it was already gone, and by the time you come back for the rest of it, your bowl is empty, letting you see the stains on the side, undistorted by the water, unmagnified by your mind, just simple failures which made you who you are. And after you stop crying, you will realize that it was the best day of your life.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
21
Is it normal for people to all get married at the same time, when they are 21? Or earlier? I don't want to be married right now. I'm 21.
Twenty-one.
That is a young number. Why not figure yourself out? Become a successful person?
I guess it's a personal choice that I shouldn't question.
Twenty-one.
That is a young number. Why not figure yourself out? Become a successful person?
I guess it's a personal choice that I shouldn't question.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Generously Music
For the seventh year running, 9 times out of 10 is the most used statistic, by 65%, with the next leading being 4 out of 5, at a rate of 22%. Fortunately for the farmers of our country, these are also relevant in their occupation, leading to intensely rock 'n roll lifestyles and a larger meal portion for those of the lesser gender, which is in each household arguable, for the leading family member is not always of a certain persuasion, as is more popularly prevalent in this modern society of forward thinking mobility for all members. As in life, music will often play too loud for the ears of many, but it is not the many that matter, it is the lovers of the music who play it, that spread the love to the ears of many, which I mentioned earlier. Now please bear with me as I listen to this jukebox of my heart and it plays oldies older than I have ever known to be old, including folk songs, country lore, and good old 50s era rock, created by those legends whose names are known to all, old and young, though their music is not so loved or applauded. It makes it easy to give, listening to this lovely conversation a man had with his heart, then spread to the world, because his words are generous and so deeply pierce my soul's mind that I cannot help but be as generous as he has been, giving himself in the only way he knows how, to make the world a better place.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Geography Lessons
Cincinnati is not in Missouri. Please help our youth learn this. Send $1 - $999 to me, PayPal address cooldug000@gmail.com.
Thank you.
P.S.: Murder am bad.
Thank you.
P.S.: Murder am bad.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
A song
Slip diddly slip slip doo wop bop. Dibby dibby doo wim sim dim wam. Nib nop dibby dop diddy doody doodle dam, fib sib hibbity bib dib dib dib.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Or...
Dumbledore is naked. This is due to the innate lack of clothes surrounding his body. Please continue this train of thought in passengar car B, for that is the one which is less than destroyed. At the end of the road, if we cannot guarantee your lifeless body a seat on the next train, we will discard it posthaste and no further action shall be taken. In the event of an emergency airbag deployment, please unfasten your seatbelt and jump out of the way before the airbag has time to hit you in the face, because this is a dangerous circumstance which may indeed endanger your life and the lives of those around you.
Now that we have completed the first paragraph, you can see that I have started a second paragraph, including at least one line of text, whether that line is a complete thought or
Now that we have completed the first paragraph, you can see that I have started a second paragraph, including at least one line of text, whether that line is a complete thought or
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
After I Watched Journeyman
Imagine if you went back in time ten years, or fifteen. It depends on your age I guess. Imagine you went back in time to a time when your life was doing something important. Like you were about to turn down a job offer or you were going to spell a word wrong in a spelling bee. Now what if you weren't able to affect your old life, because you were too far away, or didn't know where you were? You can help other people but not yourself.
Of course as you walk around you would notice that everything is the same as when you were younger, but you would notice it all, more than you did the first time around. It's hard to describe it all with my limited vocabulary.
But then I realized that it could happen ten years from now. I could come back to today. That means that my future self could already be out there trying to change my life, when I am sitting here trying to live it. I realized that if we change it the first time, everything will be how it is supposed to be. If we don't change it the first time, everything will be how it is supposed to be. Seems like there is some great revelation behind these words that I'm not getting to...
Of course as you walk around you would notice that everything is the same as when you were younger, but you would notice it all, more than you did the first time around. It's hard to describe it all with my limited vocabulary.
But then I realized that it could happen ten years from now. I could come back to today. That means that my future self could already be out there trying to change my life, when I am sitting here trying to live it. I realized that if we change it the first time, everything will be how it is supposed to be. If we don't change it the first time, everything will be how it is supposed to be. Seems like there is some great revelation behind these words that I'm not getting to...
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Know
Seems like life is flying by, and not leaving time for mistakes. Good thing mistakes are just a part of life, eh?
But my point is, it isn't stopping. And that means I need to get as close as I can to the people I know, because what if I love them? Someone I say hi to all the time might be my best friend if I talked to them more. I wish I wasn't so shy and introverted, because I want to meet a lot of people and get to know them. I want to be popular, to always have someone to talk to, and to love many. I want people to know that I am there, that they can talk to me. How do I make myself known without seeming arrogant or...retarded?
Maybe people read me differently because I give off such weird signals. I can see it when I watch myself on video camera. I am a strange duck. Someone told me that, and I didn't really believe I was that different, until I tried to suppress it all. I don't know how long it would take for me to be able to do that, because it is really hard. I'm gonna need to just keep being the strangest guy I know, and take the risk of annoying some important people in order to remain myself.
It's all so hard. Social Living. I don't want to find someone the same as me, because I wouldn't be able to stand that much of myself, but I wonder if I could find someone that will be able to live with all the weirdness? Of course, I would have to be able to live with them too. It just seems hopeless. I'm really not feeling down right now, I am just looking at it all from a stepped back point of view.
Seems like every second I let pass alone is a mistake, a wasted second that I'll never have back, when I could have been learning something new about someone beautiful. They don't have to be a girl or guy (well, one or the other would be nice) I'm just feeling the need for knowing. Knowledge? Social Interaction? Yes please.
But I want to know what it's like to be normal. I'm afraid I'll never know. I know I should be myself, but I still want to know.
But my point is, it isn't stopping. And that means I need to get as close as I can to the people I know, because what if I love them? Someone I say hi to all the time might be my best friend if I talked to them more. I wish I wasn't so shy and introverted, because I want to meet a lot of people and get to know them. I want to be popular, to always have someone to talk to, and to love many. I want people to know that I am there, that they can talk to me. How do I make myself known without seeming arrogant or...retarded?
Maybe people read me differently because I give off such weird signals. I can see it when I watch myself on video camera. I am a strange duck. Someone told me that, and I didn't really believe I was that different, until I tried to suppress it all. I don't know how long it would take for me to be able to do that, because it is really hard. I'm gonna need to just keep being the strangest guy I know, and take the risk of annoying some important people in order to remain myself.
It's all so hard. Social Living. I don't want to find someone the same as me, because I wouldn't be able to stand that much of myself, but I wonder if I could find someone that will be able to live with all the weirdness? Of course, I would have to be able to live with them too. It just seems hopeless. I'm really not feeling down right now, I am just looking at it all from a stepped back point of view.
Seems like every second I let pass alone is a mistake, a wasted second that I'll never have back, when I could have been learning something new about someone beautiful. They don't have to be a girl or guy (well, one or the other would be nice) I'm just feeling the need for knowing. Knowledge? Social Interaction? Yes please.
But I want to know what it's like to be normal. I'm afraid I'll never know. I know I should be myself, but I still want to know.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Calm
Silence beats down the doors as the music fades from my memory. Darkness enchants my mind, giving false hope of lonesomeness. But I am surrounded, their dark silence clogging my lungs, so that my breath grows deeper, scared, panicked. I whisper solace, but I cannot hear it. How do I know I am here when I cannot see myself? The weight of their bodies holds me flat; I cannot feel myself. Only my thoughts exist, and they are fading, becoming as lifeless as the pillow beneath them. *Drop by drop, life trickles from my eyes until, finally, I perish.
*Using slight paraphrasing from Alan Rickman's character in Perfume.
*Using slight paraphrasing from Alan Rickman's character in Perfume.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
meaning
Look at a thing.
Now look past it. Look through it.
Now look at it again.
Imagine all the possible uses of it.
Look at it.
Think about it.
Now stab it through your chest, into your heart.
Don't cry, just do it.
You have to.
Now look at the thing.
It has new meaning.
Now look past it. Look through it.
Now look at it again.
Imagine all the possible uses of it.
Look at it.
Think about it.
Now stab it through your chest, into your heart.
Don't cry, just do it.
You have to.
Now look at the thing.
It has new meaning.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
5 Cat Termites of the Metal Poo Variety.
Ha! I win, title!
The most shocking of all the varieties of cat termite are those of the metal poo varitey. It is horrifying for a loving pet owner to come home one day and find the body of their cherished house mammal lying on the lawn, blood oozing from tiny holes in their side as air seeps in slowly, bloating their body nearly as much as the gases produced inside.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Cake.
From the mouths of Cake there shall be words which flow into the ambience and lighten the mood with their poetic symbolism and flirty lyrics. Cake is the soul I never had, the soap that cleans the bad out of my ears, and the drink that gets the dirty taste of life out of my mouth. The muscular cyborg German dudes dance with sexy French Canadians. Now due to a construct in my mind that makes their falling and their flight symbolic of my entire existence, it becomes important for me to get up and see their last second curves for flight. My love shall not die for them, even with the years ahead that can change my life from one of simple learning to that of teaching, nurturing, and sacrifice. Love can only grow.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
My Thousand Words
So my friend put up this picture on MySpace, and it has a caption "that picture is worth a thousand words" aaaand so I felt the urge to write a thousand words.
November 7, 2006 9:01 PM
Well sir, if you say it is worth a thousand words, then I guess it must be. And I know you aren’t going to write a thousand words to describe a trees, because I’m pretty sure you mojies don’t know a thousand words in English. Tal vez (two words) debo decir algo en español para ustedes. Ok, this is a picture of un arbol, y tiene hojas rojas porque ya it is autumn, where the leaves change color and fall off the tree and photosynthesis is no longer performed. The tree is quite tall, and if a kitten climbed it, the firemen would have to use one of the tallest ladders to get it down, because the kitten’s owner was an old lady who is going crazy and she doesn’t realize that cats are able to climb in two directions: up and down. Anyway, once they get the ladder, they are going to have to be very careful because there is a power line right there, I think you can see it, it is near the bottom of the picture, it is metal and has wires. Pero tal vez es para teléfonos. Anyway, it could hurt someone. And nobody wants that. Luckily the tree is not very wide and heavy, so if it falls over during a storm, it probably will not destroy any houses. But if a kid was standing under it dressed in a lion suit, next to his dad who pulled down his pants to moon their neighbor, those people could be knocked over by it, though not seriously hurt. I just want you to know that the end of this sentence marks two hundred eighty-one (281) words. Back to the pic. In the bottom right corner there is the date the picture was taken. October 29, 2006. However, I happen to know that you were in VIETNAM on that date. You know what this means. I am Isaac’s daddy. I’m sorry you had to find out this way. Above the date is a black bar. Who knows what this is? No one in the world could ever know this. Lucky for you I am not in the world and therefore know exactly what it is and how it came to be and why it exists. It is the handle of a weapon known as the TRX-920 semi-automatic cooled plasma rifle, manufactured only on the sixth moon of Jupiter: Europa. It is there that these are made, due to the low temperatures on the moon's surface, but relative closeness to earth. I created them to give to humans to defend against those that wish us harm, but I have not yet created enough, as there was an accident causing all the handles to burn. That is why it is black. It used to be hot pink, to frighten aliens. I’m sure you are wondering why the TRX-920 is in your picture, so I will have to explain myself. I was following you that day in VIETNAM, when you saw the arbol de hojas rojas, and I heard you say “La de roja, me la coja” or something similar, and I thought you were trying to say that aliens were attacking, so I got out my rifle as quickly as I could, and it slipped out of my hand and into your view right as you clicked the button. I later erased your memory because no other human can know of this technology, but I didn’t realize that this evidence existed, and I am now forced to disclose my secrets to all humanity. Even those from VIETNAM. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Now, the trunk of that arbol de hojas rojas is made of a brown substance very similar to wood. In fact, it is wood. That is why it tasted like wood when I was interrogating it later in my bunker, twenty floors below sea level. The sky behind the tree is calm, like the ocean before a storm, and cloudless, like an empty cotton bag. When I peer into this picture, it stares back at me, deep into my soul, making me feel all the feelings I thought I would never feel again, such as love...jealousy...and my sense of smell. Although this picture reminds me so fondly of a love I once had, I cannot go back to that place in my mind, for it is there that I keep the explosives, and one wrong move could trigger and emotion explosion, and then the picture would get all messy. Although, if it were a real explosion inside my head, the red bits of me might just look like more hojas rojas on tal arbol. What I’m trying to say is, This picture is worth a thousand words, and every person in the world will come up with a different thousand, because no matter how much we try to be like each other, all people have a different mind, a different perception, and a different amount of insanity brewing inside. Maybe one person lost their virginity under that tree. Maybe another killed their first mouse by waiting in that tree with a sniper rifle. I could never know all the memories that tree was a part of, but I know that most people won’t look at it that way. Because it isn’t special. It isn’t taller than all the others, or majestic, or green all year long. It is just one tree, inconspicuous among others. It threatens the life of a nearby pole with wires attached. It stand up against the TRX-920. It will stand for years to come. People will come and go, and the tree will stay. Its leaves will fall off, the become green again next year. Next Halloween it will look the same as it does now. Someone will take a picture of it. Someone will climb on it. It is under the sky. It is near the TRX-920. It is above the power pole. It is a tree. One Thousand.
November 7, 2006 9:01 PM
Well sir, if you say it is worth a thousand words, then I guess it must be. And I know you aren’t going to write a thousand words to describe a trees, because I’m pretty sure you mojies don’t know a thousand words in English. Tal vez (two words) debo decir algo en español para ustedes. Ok, this is a picture of un arbol, y tiene hojas rojas porque ya it is autumn, where the leaves change color and fall off the tree and photosynthesis is no longer performed. The tree is quite tall, and if a kitten climbed it, the firemen would have to use one of the tallest ladders to get it down, because the kitten’s owner was an old lady who is going crazy and she doesn’t realize that cats are able to climb in two directions: up and down. Anyway, once they get the ladder, they are going to have to be very careful because there is a power line right there, I think you can see it, it is near the bottom of the picture, it is metal and has wires. Pero tal vez es para teléfonos. Anyway, it could hurt someone. And nobody wants that. Luckily the tree is not very wide and heavy, so if it falls over during a storm, it probably will not destroy any houses. But if a kid was standing under it dressed in a lion suit, next to his dad who pulled down his pants to moon their neighbor, those people could be knocked over by it, though not seriously hurt. I just want you to know that the end of this sentence marks two hundred eighty-one (281) words. Back to the pic. In the bottom right corner there is the date the picture was taken. October 29, 2006. However, I happen to know that you were in VIETNAM on that date. You know what this means. I am Isaac’s daddy. I’m sorry you had to find out this way. Above the date is a black bar. Who knows what this is? No one in the world could ever know this. Lucky for you I am not in the world and therefore know exactly what it is and how it came to be and why it exists. It is the handle of a weapon known as the TRX-920 semi-automatic cooled plasma rifle, manufactured only on the sixth moon of Jupiter: Europa. It is there that these are made, due to the low temperatures on the moon's surface, but relative closeness to earth. I created them to give to humans to defend against those that wish us harm, but I have not yet created enough, as there was an accident causing all the handles to burn. That is why it is black. It used to be hot pink, to frighten aliens. I’m sure you are wondering why the TRX-920 is in your picture, so I will have to explain myself. I was following you that day in VIETNAM, when you saw the arbol de hojas rojas, and I heard you say “La de roja, me la coja” or something similar, and I thought you were trying to say that aliens were attacking, so I got out my rifle as quickly as I could, and it slipped out of my hand and into your view right as you clicked the button. I later erased your memory because no other human can know of this technology, but I didn’t realize that this evidence existed, and I am now forced to disclose my secrets to all humanity. Even those from VIETNAM. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Now, the trunk of that arbol de hojas rojas is made of a brown substance very similar to wood. In fact, it is wood. That is why it tasted like wood when I was interrogating it later in my bunker, twenty floors below sea level. The sky behind the tree is calm, like the ocean before a storm, and cloudless, like an empty cotton bag. When I peer into this picture, it stares back at me, deep into my soul, making me feel all the feelings I thought I would never feel again, such as love...jealousy...and my sense of smell. Although this picture reminds me so fondly of a love I once had, I cannot go back to that place in my mind, for it is there that I keep the explosives, and one wrong move could trigger and emotion explosion, and then the picture would get all messy. Although, if it were a real explosion inside my head, the red bits of me might just look like more hojas rojas on tal arbol. What I’m trying to say is, This picture is worth a thousand words, and every person in the world will come up with a different thousand, because no matter how much we try to be like each other, all people have a different mind, a different perception, and a different amount of insanity brewing inside. Maybe one person lost their virginity under that tree. Maybe another killed their first mouse by waiting in that tree with a sniper rifle. I could never know all the memories that tree was a part of, but I know that most people won’t look at it that way. Because it isn’t special. It isn’t taller than all the others, or majestic, or green all year long. It is just one tree, inconspicuous among others. It threatens the life of a nearby pole with wires attached. It stand up against the TRX-920. It will stand for years to come. People will come and go, and the tree will stay. Its leaves will fall off, the become green again next year. Next Halloween it will look the same as it does now. Someone will take a picture of it. Someone will climb on it. It is under the sky. It is near the TRX-920. It is above the power pole. It is a tree. One Thousand.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Us all.
I am human. In all the world, if there was ever a truth, this is it. Anyone can say it, and it will be true, but will they understand the full implications of it? Will they feel the innate connection to every other human being that I now feel? This is the first time my mind has realized this bold statement, and I am glad it is there, because it makes me feel not like a lone creature in the Universe, dwindling away my life in some futile attempt at success, but like a part of something greater, an entire species shouting out at the Universe, saying "That's right, Universe, we are the best, and we are going to keep being the best, and one day we will explore all of you, and we will become all powerful and learn everything there ever was, because we will be in the ancient folds of space, ever closer to the beginning, ever closer to being masters of it all!"
It seems like this new connection should rock my foundations, but somehow I feel the same. It seems like it should bring my beliefs all to a wonderful conclusion, because my lack of belief in God would foster the thought that each person is a complete separate entity, evolved to perfection with no help from any outside forces, but it does not do that. It does not do much, except make me feel the urge to smile shyly as I walk by someone in the halls, make me think to myself about what they were just doing, and what they will be doing later, and why I haven't seen them before.
I need to appreciate everyone. Especially people I have not met, who have never done anything for me. Those are the people who are most important, because they live a life which is totally anonymous to me, full of mystery, and shrouded in fog. They are the ones I can wonder about. They give my mind meaning.
They are my imagination's playground.
It seems like this new connection should rock my foundations, but somehow I feel the same. It seems like it should bring my beliefs all to a wonderful conclusion, because my lack of belief in God would foster the thought that each person is a complete separate entity, evolved to perfection with no help from any outside forces, but it does not do that. It does not do much, except make me feel the urge to smile shyly as I walk by someone in the halls, make me think to myself about what they were just doing, and what they will be doing later, and why I haven't seen them before.
I need to appreciate everyone. Especially people I have not met, who have never done anything for me. Those are the people who are most important, because they live a life which is totally anonymous to me, full of mystery, and shrouded in fog. They are the ones I can wonder about. They give my mind meaning.
They are my imagination's playground.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
This stupid guy
My stupid roommate will one day drive me to suicide.
Today as he is folding his laundry, he asks me "The tag says it's ok to tumble dry. Do you think it's ok?"
No, Kyle, I'm pretty sure I read a news article about shirt companies that run their shirts through the incorrect labeling machine so that their customers will always ruin their shirts.
I need to leave this place.
Today as he is folding his laundry, he asks me "The tag says it's ok to tumble dry. Do you think it's ok?"
No, Kyle, I'm pretty sure I read a news article about shirt companies that run their shirts through the incorrect labeling machine so that their customers will always ruin their shirts.
I need to leave this place.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Depression
Thought by many to be one of the taller species of ape, Depression is actually a brain defection that leads to intensely wet pillows and often lower region decapitation. Due to these profound effects, human researchers have been testing animals with various drugs and treatments, including the little known hair prickle technique, considered taboo by many. These forgotten arts may someday bring about the long awaited cure to today's most valuable sickness, but until then, thousands of people may die or be truant because of its effects. In this paper we will discuss the aspects of Depression that lead to truancy, because unlike death, truancy actually affects people who are still alive, thereby causing undue embarrassment for a long period of time later in life, sometimes for months or even millenia.
*Due to government budget cuts on musical education, this paper has been cut short and now must end.*
*Due to government budget cuts on musical education, this paper has been cut short and now must end.*
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Abbreviations
Today the world is full of abbreviations such as IDK. This one is very important because it displays an emotion that is running rampant in our younger generation: that of unknowingness. Ignorance. Dumbism. Furthermore, we as a society are growing dependant on these abbreviations, and one day will have forgotten their original meaning, as has been proven with the abbreviation LOL. Scholars maintain that the literal meaning of LOL was lost thousands of years ago, somewhere above the plains of Egypt. Today it conveys only a feeling of happiness, an ambience of joy, or an environment of laughter. Please, world, don't let this happen to all of us. IMHO, we deserve better.
Die Pozilei
Yeah that means the police, kinda.
So yesterday I'm standing on Third Street in San Jose, right by the University, and I'm standing there for about three minutes. During this time I notice two police officers over on the cross street (I think it's San Carlos or San Fernando...) talking to a certain suspect. The suspect has his right hand in his back pocket and his other hand he is using to talk to the officers. I can't hear them, but it looks like they might want whatever is in his pocket. The officers move toward him, and one begins to grab for the suspects arm, but he pulls away an runs for it! I have never seen a real police chase before. So he runs down Second, then comes through the parking structure onto Third, right near me. He runs across the street, not moving very quickly, but the officers can't seem to keep up. As he makes it across the street, he ducks into a walkway that connects to Fourth Street. A police bicycle whizzes by me toward the pursued. Then another long bike of the law comes pouring around the corner and speeds of after that one. Seconds later, a squad car drives toward Fourth on the cross street. then another comes down Third, and turns onto the cross-street toward Fourth.
I wonder what was in his pocket?
So yesterday I'm standing on Third Street in San Jose, right by the University, and I'm standing there for about three minutes. During this time I notice two police officers over on the cross street (I think it's San Carlos or San Fernando...) talking to a certain suspect. The suspect has his right hand in his back pocket and his other hand he is using to talk to the officers. I can't hear them, but it looks like they might want whatever is in his pocket. The officers move toward him, and one begins to grab for the suspects arm, but he pulls away an runs for it! I have never seen a real police chase before. So he runs down Second, then comes through the parking structure onto Third, right near me. He runs across the street, not moving very quickly, but the officers can't seem to keep up. As he makes it across the street, he ducks into a walkway that connects to Fourth Street. A police bicycle whizzes by me toward the pursued. Then another long bike of the law comes pouring around the corner and speeds of after that one. Seconds later, a squad car drives toward Fourth on the cross street. then another comes down Third, and turns onto the cross-street toward Fourth.
I wonder what was in his pocket?
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Read Me
Seventeen years ago, on my birthday, I was presented with a gift which I, along with all my guests, shall never forget. It was nothing extraordinary, but the way in which it was presented to me changed my life and beliefs forever, while profoundly affecting the lives of most of my friends and family, some of whom were upstanding members of the community and members of congress. Though I was young, I was wise beyond my years, and the glowing gift before me presented its message more clearly than could have ever been expressed by conscious human thought. The house in which I lived had a large back yard, with deep dark green grass that should have been cut before this gathering, and strangely leafed trees, painted white for protection from the dangerous rays of the hot California sun. From that day on, until a time I cannot predict, I shall remember that grotto as it was that day, though over these long and dusty years it has dwindled, unkempt, into nothing more than a small, inescapable jungle. My parents sat near to me as the events of the day transpired, and their love enveloped me as though I had fallen, from ever so high, into a pool of chocolatey euphoria which will go on forever, in life and death, beyond the end of time. Forgive me, O kin, for this, the untold story of my youth, and live near my soul beyond the furthest reaches of space, where no light shall shine but the light of our mind, and where no word shall be uttered.
Deepest Lives
As far as the depths of my mind are concerned, it is true that though deep, they are not as intense as, say, the force of a black hole pulling you in toward its event horizon, or the force contained within the miniscule atom of our universe, but I think that since I exist, I will be, from here until death, a person who thinks for himself and displays whatever random thought runs through his head, as long as I am able and have people that will listen or read it in their own time, and perhaps appreciate anything that I accidentally said. It is with this thought that I leave you all to read this in peace, so that you may examine it and pull from it the bits of wisdom and knowledge that you may want to extrapolate, hopefully fulfilling some desire, or repairing a hole in your existence, and because I know that so many people may put so much of their lives into what I say, I believe it is only fair that I tell you that I wrote this in under five minutes off the top of my head.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
My conversation with a friend of mine. You have to read all of it. ALL.
Session Start (Dug0C:moontrace): Tue Aug 14 21:05:11 2007
[21:05] moontrace: hey... you have my shirt
[21:05] Dug0C: i know
[21:05] Dug0C: im sorry
[21:05] Dug0C: i had to take it
[21:05] Dug0C: it smelled really good
[21:06] moontrace: haha, wow that's an awesome response
[21:06] Dug0C: I'm glad youre not mad
[21:07] moontrace: yeah, i'll forgive you
[21:07] Dug0C: sweet
[21:07] Dug0C: so, other than the whole shirt ordel
[21:07] Dug0C: ordeal*
[21:07] Dug0C: whjats up?
[21:07] Dug0C: you miss him?
[21:07] moontrace: him?
[21:07] Dug0C: i know i would
[21:07] Dug0C: ok lol maybe not
[21:07] Dug0C: what with all the WoW
[21:07] Dug0C: but hey
[21:08] Dug0C: so how you doing?
[21:08] moontrace: you're pretty random
[21:08] Dug0C: thanks
[21:08] Dug0C: :)
[21:08] moontrace: i'm doing well, how about yourself?
[21:08] Dug0C: pretty alright and a half
[21:09] Dug0C: how did you get this number?
[21:09] moontrace: well
[21:09] moontrace: i was checking out threadless
[21:10] Dug0C: sexy
[21:10] moontrace: and saw that you have my shirt
[21:10] moontrace: so, way to have good taste
[21:10] Dug0C: no problem
[21:10] Dug0C: um so which one was yours again?
[21:10] Dug0C: the smell wore off
[21:10] Dug0C: i cant tell anymore
[21:11] moontrace: the watching my back one
[21:12] moontrace: i have yet to really wear it, i think i'll wait till i go back to school, but i kinda want to see the response it gets
[21:12] Dug0C: oui
[21:12] Dug0C: i'll go with you first day of school and we can wear it together
[21:13] moontrace: sounds like a plan
[21:13] Dug0C: Aug 23
[21:13] Dug0C: what time you got class?
[21:13] moontrace: i don't
[21:14] moontrace: not until the 27th
[21:14] Dug0C: oh goodness
[21:14] Dug0C: thats a monday
[21:14] moontrace: tis
[21:14] Dug0C: and what time?
[21:14] moontrace: 9:30?
[21:14] Dug0C: i can do that
[21:15] Dug0C: we could go early
[21:15] Dug0C: walk around
[21:15] Dug0C: get reactions
[21:15] Dug0C: neh?
[21:15] moontrace: alright, book that into your schedule
[21:16] Dug0C: how do you get down there?
[21:16] moontrace: you gotta walk
[21:16] Dug0C: lol
[21:17] Dug0C: wait
[21:17] Dug0C: walk to where?
[21:18] moontrace: why my school of course
[21:18] Dug0C: but its 23 miles
[21:18] Dug0C: ...
[21:18] Dug0C: and you cant walk 880
[21:18] Dug0C: too many cars
[21:18] moontrace: hmm
[21:19] moontrace: maybe a bike would be better
[21:19] Dug0C: oh sure
[21:19] Dug0C: my friend goes there, and he has some student thing where he gets free bus rides to ffremont bart station
[21:19] Dug0C: thats where i pick him up when he comes over
[21:21] moontrace: yeah, go there, the 27th of august at 9:00 am
[21:21] Dug0C: hmm where can i park though?
[21:22] moontrace: across the street from the big tree, there will be a parking spot with your name on it
[21:22] Dug0C: okay
[21:22] Dug0C: how will you get there?
[21:23] Dug0C: your bike?
[21:23] moontrace: i'll walk
[21:24] moontrace: it's good for me
[21:24] Dug0C: thats a damn ong walk
[21:24] Dug0C: long*
[21:25] moontrace: 500 miles is my max
[21:25] Dug0C: mm yes
[21:26] Dug0C: do you know where it is?
[21:27] moontrace: i'm sure i can stumble upon it
[21:27] Dug0C: oh you
[21:28] Dug0C: moontrace
[21:28] moontrace: lol
[21:28] Dug0C: where did you come up with that amazingly tall and sumptuous name?
[21:29] moontrace: it's actually my secret name that i dont tell people about so i can see who's online
[21:29] moontrace: is that bad?
[21:30] Dug0C: it
[21:30] Dug0C: is
[21:30] Dug0C: ...
[21:30] Dug0C: the most wonderful idea
[21:31] moontrace: except now you know my secret...
[21:31] Dug0C: i shall tell no one
[21:31] Dug0C: bu ti shall know
[21:31] moontrace: hm, i don't know if i can trust you
[21:32] Dug0C: you have no choice
[21:32] Dug0C: dont worry
[21:32] Dug0C: i sont disappoint
[21:32] Dug0C: wont*
[21:33] moontrace: good, otherwise there would be consequences beyond measure
[21:33] Dug0C: i'm already beyond measure
[21:33] Dug0C: i can handle it
[21:34] moontrace: that you are
[21:35] moontrace: so where did the 0 come from in your name?
[21:35] Dug0C: well
[21:35] Dug0C: my normal name
[21:35] Dug0C: starts with cool
[21:35] Dug0C: then there's a dug
[21:35] Dug0C: then i got 000
[21:36] Dug0C: that was taken when i got AIM
[21:36] Dug0C: so i put them in the random name generator
[21:36] Dug0C: and it picked that
[21:36] Dug0C: and i sad yes
[21:36] moontrace: well, that's cheap, letting the computer do all the work
[21:36] Dug0C: i know
[21:36] Dug0C: i felt dirty for years
[21:36] Dug0C: but ive forgiven myself
[21:37] Dug0C: i hope you can too
[21:37] Dug0C: someday
[21:37] moontrace: just maybe i can, however not today
[21:37] moontrace: it's too soon
[21:37] Dug0C: i know
[21:37] Dug0C: i wouldnt expect that from anyone
[21:38] Dug0C: but thank you for considering it
[21:38] moontrace: yep, that's what i'm here for
[21:40] moontrace: so you're doug?
[21:40] Dug0C: mm i think thats what the neighbors are saying
[21:40] Dug0C: so you're kat rice?
[21:41] moontrace: if that's what you want to call me
[21:42] Dug0C: i'd rather go with trece
[21:42] moontrace: 13?
[21:42] Dug0C: yep
[21:42] moontrace: that's an unlucky name
[21:42] Dug0C: lol
[21:42] Dug0C: you can call me siete
[21:43] moontrace: well wait, how come you get the lucky name and i get the unlucky one?
[21:43] moontrace: that doesn't seem quite fair
[21:43] Dug0C: let me explain
[21:43] moontrace: please do
[21:45] Dug0C: When the world was being created, 13 types of people there were, and though many were similar, the last kind was accustomed to a more ritualistic type of life, with certain numbers representing their different ways of life and their right to humanity, and these people were mainly fed by a certain grain, which they fertilized using the bodies of dead animals which they had raised from babies and fed and loved.
[21:46] Dug0C: Not the number 7 group of people were the opposite, and they were much more confidential, proper, and against eating grains that had grown from the body of a dead animal, for they so revered their animals, and they ate only what had grown wild from their environs, and this is where each of the two clans gets their names.
[21:47] Dug0C: Because of the cats feeding the rice, katrice.
[21:47] Dug0C: because of their reverence for dogs, Doug. (the spelling changed over many translations.)
[21:47] moontrace: haha, you need to write a book
[21:47] Dug0C: unforunately for you, we have been fated from pre-existence
[21:48] Dug0C: would you buy my book?
[21:49] moontrace: sure, if it is as random as your thoughts are
[21:49] moontrace: let me know when it's on amazon
[21:49] Dug0C: it would have to be
[21:50] moontrace: then yes, i'd buy it
[21:50] Dug0C: brb, my water is empty
[21:51] moontrace: alright
[21:58] Dug0C: sorry im late
[21:58] Dug0C: i decided popcorn was absolutely necessary
[21:59] moontrace: that sounds pretty good right now
[21:59] Dug0C: come on over
[21:59] Dug0C: its less than 500 miles
[21:59] moontrace: well if it's less than 500 miles, i guess i'll be right over
[21:59] moontrace: is it movie theater style?
[21:59] moontrace: that's my favorite
[22:00] Dug0C: its butter lovers
[22:01] moontrace: have you ever tried blast o butter?
[22:01] Dug0C: i dont know bro
[22:01] Dug0C: maybe back in the day
[22:02] moontrace: it's intense
[22:02] Dug0C: is it salty?
[22:02] Dug0C: i like the butter
[22:02] Dug0C: but not tooo salty
[22:02] moontrace: only try it if you're in for a sodium overload
[22:02] Dug0C: na mean?
[22:02] Dug0C: oh i see
[22:03] Dug0C: well i'll bring extra water
[22:03] moontrace: that's good, water is a must
[22:03] moontrace: i don't get enough of it
[22:03] Dug0C: i see
[22:04] moontrace: but they ssay the 8 glasses per day thing is a myth
[22:04] Dug0C: oh really?
[22:04] Dug0C: all i know
[22:04] Dug0C: water is amazing
[22:04] Dug0C: makes me feel great
[22:05] moontrace: you can tell a difference if you drink less?
[22:05] Dug0C: well i can tell a difference if i drink more
[22:06] Dug0C: normally i drink a good amount, but not like a LOT
[22:07] Dug0C: sometimes i drink a lot
[22:07] Dug0C: and oh its good
[22:07] moontrace: bottled or tap?
[22:07] Dug0C: filtered tap poured into arrowhead bottles
[22:08] moontrace: nothing is ever simple with you, is it?
[22:08] Dug0C: well
[22:08] Dug0C: life is only lived once
[22:09] Dug0C: better make it hard as possiible
[22:10] Dug0C: disagree?
[22:10] moontrace: to some degree
[22:10] Dug0C: lol
[22:10] Dug0C: good
[22:11] moontrace: i get by on the simple until i get bored and feel the need to make it more complex
[22:12] Dug0C: i love simple
[22:12] Dug0C: where im from, water is good straight from the tap
[22:12] Dug0C: lol
[22:13] moontrace: i can't tell a difference between my tap here and bottled
[22:13] Dug0C: yeah your house is fine for drinking
[22:14] moontrace: and plus tap has flouride, woo
[22:14] Dug0C: my house here is not as good
[22:14] moontrace: i don't see why people buy bottled water like they do
[22:14] Dug0C: lol
[22:15] moontrace: oh america
[22:15] Dug0C: maybe their water is bad?
[22:15] moontrace: could be
[22:15] moontrace: (Link: http://www.threadless.com/submission/129657/Recycle_Your_Heart)http://www.threadless.com/submission/129657/Recycle_Your_Heart
[22:15] moontrace: what's your opinion on this shirt?
[22:16] Dug0C: i like the design
[22:16] Dug0C: not the colors
[22:17] moontrace: i just found it, it interests me
[22:18] Dug0C: you have other threadless shirts?>
[22:19] moontrace: nope, i'm a newbie
[22:19] moontrace: i just got my first shirt a week or 2 ago
[22:20] Dug0C: (Link: http://www.threadless.com/submission/129405/EYES_AND_TEETH)http://www.threadless.com/submission/129405/EYES_A(Link: http://www.threadless.com/submission/129405/EYES_AND_TEETH)ND_TEETH
[22:20] Dug0C: i dontr get that one
[22:21] moontrace: that's creepy
[22:22] moontrace: have you submitted anything?
[22:22] Dug0C: no
[22:22] Dug0C: im n0o good at photoshop
[22:22] Dug0C: what about you?
[22:22] Dug0C: oh no i guess not
[22:22] Dug0C: n00b
[22:23] moontrace: nope, i'm not that artsy
[22:23] moontrace: nor can i think of any good ideas
[22:23] Dug0C: yeah i have no ideas
[22:24] Dug0C: theres a light in the darkness, though the night is black as my skin
[22:24] moontrace: i wish i did though, because 2K would be nice
[22:24] Dug0C: lol aeriouslyt
[22:25] Dug0C: didnt they raise it to 2.5k?
[22:25] moontrace: did they?
[22:25] Dug0C: i think so
[22:25] moontrace: that's a lot of moolah
[22:25] Dug0C: oui
[22:25] Dug0C: je ne se pas
[22:26] Dug0C: i dont speak french
[22:27] moontrace: neither do i
[22:27] moontrace: my neighbors used to speak french
[22:28] moontrace: i baby-sat their kids and the parents would yell at each other in french and i would hear my name thrown around in there and not know what they were talking about
[22:28] moontrace: it was sketchy
[22:29] Dug0C: maybe they were discussing whether you would be in their threesome
[22:29] Dug0C: you know those odd french
[22:29] moontrace: they were french canadians too
[22:30] Dug0C: i speak canadian eh
[22:31] moontrace: ha, maybe you can minor in canadian
[22:31] Dug0C: now thats an idea
[22:33] moontrace: yep
[22:33] moontrace: i'm a smart one
[22:34] Dug0C: you know what?
[22:34] Dug0C: my shoes are many colors
[22:34] moontrace: what's that?
[22:35] Dug0C: what color are yours?
[22:35] moontrace: do you have indigo?
[22:35] Dug0C: no
[22:35] Dug0C: not that many colors
[22:35] Dug0C: even if i had indigo i probably couldnt tell
[22:35] moontrace: lol
[22:36] moontrace: i have the basics
[22:36] moontrace: brown, black, gray, white
[22:36] moontrace: but flip flops
[22:36] moontrace: those i have many colors
[22:37] Dug0C: brown, grey, black, black and tan, red and white
[22:37] Dug0C: no flip flops
[22:37] Dug0C: i had a pair once
[22:37] Dug0C: they broke
[22:37] Dug0C: :(
[22:37] moontrace: boo
[22:37] moontrace: buy another
[22:37] Dug0C: thinking about it?
[22:38] moontrace: i have brown black, blue striped, mulit-colored stripes, pink, light blue, palm trees, bambooish type
[22:39] Dug0C: mm bamboo
[22:39] Dug0C: amazing
[22:39] moontrace: pretty much
[22:39] Dug0C: you ever get pandas attacking you and eating your shoes?
[22:39] moontrace: can't say that i have
[22:40] moontrace: however it would make for a great story
[22:41] Dug0C: reminds me of that threadless shirt
[22:41] Dug0C: pandamonium
[22:41] moontrace: sounds familiar
[22:42] moontrace: does it have a panda eating someone's flip flop?
[22:42] Dug0C: lol no
[22:42] moontrace: because that would be pretty ironic
[22:42] Dug0C: a panda sitting still
[22:42] Dug0C: eating tanks and getting shot at by helicopters
[22:42] moontrace: oh yeah, i've seen that
[22:43] moontrace: i have to pack tomorrow
[22:44] Dug0C: pack?
[22:44] Dug0C: for what?
[22:44] moontrace: school
[22:44] Dug0C: pack for school?
[22:44] moontrace: leaving thurs
[22:45] moontrace: 3.5 hr drive
[22:45] Dug0C: ?
[22:45] Dug0C: where are you?
[22:45] moontrace: the middle of the country
[22:45] Dug0C: huh?
[22:45] Dug0C: did i miss something?
[22:46] moontrace: hm?
[22:46] Dug0C: middle off the country?
[22:46] moontrace: yep
[22:46] Dug0C: what countrty?
[22:47] moontrace: us?
[22:48] Dug0C: my goodness
[22:48] moontrace: where are you?
[22:49] Dug0C: some house
[22:49] Dug0C: i just woke up here
[22:49] Dug0C: its a dirty bathroom
[22:49] Dug0C: there is a box on the floor
[22:49] moontrace: apparently it has internet access
[22:49] Dug0C: a chain around my neck
[22:49] Dug0C: and there is a laptop on the other end of the chain
[22:50] moontrace: that's convienient
[22:50] Dug0C: well
[22:50] Dug0C: at least i have all my parts
[22:51] Dug0C: did you knwo that the corny collins show is integrated?
[22:51] moontrace: yep, that's good news to hear
[22:51] moontrace: glad they fired the blonde
[22:52] Dug0C: i know seriously
[22:52] moontrace: if i could dance i'd go audition
[22:53] Dug0C: lol
[22:53] Dug0C: if i could dance i would too
[22:53] Dug0C: dance is amr fun thing
[22:53] Dug0C: an*
[22:53] moontrace: amr?
[22:53] moontrace: ah
[22:53] moontrace: an still doesn't work though
[22:54] Dug0C: yeah, but you cant stop the beat.
[22:54] moontrace: lol
[22:56] Dug0C: did you see rush hour 3?
[22:56] moontrace: nope
[22:56] Dug0C: i bought a theater, but they were still sold out
[22:56] moontrace: darn the luck
[22:56] Dug0C: i am the man who has not seen it
[22:57] Dug0C: nor have i seen bourne ultimatum
[22:57] moontrace: wow, who hasn't seen that one
[22:57] moontrace: (besides me)
[22:57] Dug0C: lol
[22:58] Dug0C: well they dont have good quality downloads afvailable yet
[22:58] moontrace: i watched the simpons movie that way
[22:58] Dug0C: and i dont want to go see it in theater alone
[22:58] Dug0C: i DLed simpsons too
[22:58] moontrace: take a friend
[22:58] Dug0C: i havent a friend
[22:58] Dug0C: would you go with me?
[22:58] Dug0C: :)
[22:58] Dug0C: pretty please?
[22:58] moontrace: maybe
[22:58] moontrace: if you're lucky
[22:59] Dug0C: well i am siete
[22:59] moontrace: lol
[22:59] moontrace: that was bad
[22:59] Dug0C: oh yeah?
[22:59] Dug0C: i didnt think it was so bad...
[23:00] moontrace: that's because you said it
[23:00] Dug0C: lol
[23:00] Dug0C: ok
[23:00] Dug0C: now i understand
[23:00] moontrace: yep, glad it makes sense now
[23:01] moontrace: i might go see hairspray again with you
[23:01] Dug0C: lol oh yeah?
[23:01] Dug0C: why is that?
[23:01] Dug0C: such an awesome movie?
[23:01] moontrace: pretty much, yeah
[23:02] Dug0C: i wish they would have done more with travolta
[23:02] Dug0C: he is a great dancer
[23:02] moontrace: yeah, but i guess they kind of have to follow the script
[23:02] Dug0C: lol
[23:02] Dug0C: totally forgot about that
[23:03] moontrace: haha, yep
[23:03] moontrace: did you see ricki lake at the end?
[23:03] Dug0C: no i did not!
[23:03] moontrace: she was tracy in the 1st one, so she had a cameo
[23:04] Dug0C: the first one?
[23:04] Dug0C: there was another movie?
[23:04] Dug0C: or on the play?
[23:04] moontrace: there was another movie
[23:05] moontrace: i haven't seen it though
[23:05] moontrace: maybe we could watch that one instead
[23:05] Dug0C: yes yes?
[23:05] Dug0C: which one?
[23:05] Dug0C: oh
[23:05] Dug0C: hairspray
[23:05] Dug0C: lol
[23:06] moontrace: lol, yep
[23:06] moontrace: just as long as there's popcorn
[23:06] moontrace: and water
[23:06] Dug0C: well if im there, water will be trhere
[23:07] moontrace: no popcorn?
[23:07] Dug0C: yeah i could bring popcorn too
[23:07] Dug0C: im just saying
[23:07] Dug0C: lol
[23:08] moontrace: lol, good
[23:08] moontrace: i'm glad that there will be both popcorn and water
[23:09] Dug0C: so, that movie should be here in a few days
[23:09] Dug0C: friday im guessing
[23:09] Dug0C: maybe sat though
[23:09] moontrace: hm, it might take me till sat to walk 500 miles to get there
[23:10] Dug0C: what city are you in?
[23:10] moontrace: what city are you in?
[23:10] Dug0C: lol
[23:10] Dug0C: that of the Union
[23:10] Dug0C: brb
[23:10] moontrace: k
[23:13] Dug0C: and you?
[23:13] moontrace: wait, wait
[23:13] moontrace: that of the union, what does that even mean?
[23:13] Dug0C: lol
[23:13] Dug0C: union city
[23:14] moontrace: cali?
[23:14] Dug0C: yes
[23:14] Dug0C: i dont usually live outside of california
[23:15] moontrace: i do
[23:15] Dug0C: who am i talking to??
[23:15] moontrace: who do you think you're talking to?
[23:15] Dug0C: some really tall kid
[23:15] moontrace: nope
[23:15] Dug0C: prove me wrong
[23:15] moontrace: how can i prove you wrong?
[23:16] Dug0C: tell me something only you would know
[23:16] Dug0C: what movie did we watch one week ago?
[23:16] moontrace: that doesnt prove anything
[23:16] moontrace: i have no idea, because i'm not a really tall kid
[23:16] Dug0C: my poor child
[23:16] Dug0C: i must away
[23:17] Dug0C: unless to claim your true self
[23:17] moontrace: you leaving me?
[23:17] Dug0C: i dont want to do it
[23:17] Dug0C: but how can i talk to a phantom?
[23:17] moontrace: well, you have been
[23:17] moontrace: so i guess you can do it
[23:18] Dug0C: i dont know
[23:20] moontrace: ok, i'll give you a hint
[23:20] moontrace: i've never been to ca
[23:20] Dug0C: gasp
[23:20] moontrace: shame, i know
[23:20] Dug0C: are you serious?
[23:21] moontrace: yep
[23:21] Dug0C: what state do you live in?
[23:22] moontrace: what do you think?
[23:22] Dug0C: erm...nevada
[23:22] Dug0C: lol
[23:22] moontrace: go more east
[23:22] Dug0C: utah
[23:22] moontrace: keep going
[23:22] Dug0C: nebraska
[23:22] Dug0C: kansas
[23:22] moontrace: almost there
[23:23] moontrace: not quite
[23:23] Dug0C: colorado
[23:23] moontrace: wrong direction
[23:23] Dug0C: oklahoma
[23:23] Dug0C: i need a map
[23:23] Dug0C: lol
[23:23] moontrace: you were closer with kansas
[23:23] moontrace: lol
[23:23] Dug0C: up?
[23:23] Dug0C: wyoming?
[23:23] moontrace: not up
[23:23] Dug0C: S dakota?
[23:23] moontrace: not that way either
[23:23] Dug0C: mmm kentucky
[23:23] moontrace: go west
[23:24] Dug0C: ohio?
[23:24] Dug0C: arkanssas?
[23:24] moontrace: lol, that's not west
[23:24] moontrace: almost
[23:24] Dug0C: um
[23:24] Dug0C: lol
[23:24] Dug0C: im thinking
[23:24] Dug0C: missouri
[23:24] moontrace: hey, you got it
[23:24] Dug0C: wow
[23:24] Dug0C: so you are someone i have never met before
[23:25] Dug0C: you want to know something insane?
[23:25] moontrace: lol, it took you that long to figure that out
[23:25] moontrace: what?
[23:25] Dug0C: this whole time i thought you were this girl i know, named Katrice
[23:25] Dug0C: this
[23:25] Dug0C: whjole
[23:25] Dug0C: time
[23:25] moontrace: lol, that's hilarious
[23:25] moontrace: i was kind of wondering
[23:25] Dug0C: yeah i must have been a little weird eh?
[23:26] moontrace: lol, i just thought that you were a very very random
[21:05] moontrace: hey... you have my shirt
[21:05] Dug0C: i know
[21:05] Dug0C: im sorry
[21:05] Dug0C: i had to take it
[21:05] Dug0C: it smelled really good
[21:06] moontrace: haha, wow that's an awesome response
[21:06] Dug0C: I'm glad youre not mad
[21:07] moontrace: yeah, i'll forgive you
[21:07] Dug0C: sweet
[21:07] Dug0C: so, other than the whole shirt ordel
[21:07] Dug0C: ordeal*
[21:07] Dug0C: whjats up?
[21:07] Dug0C: you miss him?
[21:07] moontrace: him?
[21:07] Dug0C: i know i would
[21:07] Dug0C: ok lol maybe not
[21:07] Dug0C: what with all the WoW
[21:07] Dug0C: but hey
[21:08] Dug0C: so how you doing?
[21:08] moontrace: you're pretty random
[21:08] Dug0C: thanks
[21:08] Dug0C: :)
[21:08] moontrace: i'm doing well, how about yourself?
[21:08] Dug0C: pretty alright and a half
[21:09] Dug0C: how did you get this number?
[21:09] moontrace: well
[21:09] moontrace: i was checking out threadless
[21:10] Dug0C: sexy
[21:10] moontrace: and saw that you have my shirt
[21:10] moontrace: so, way to have good taste
[21:10] Dug0C: no problem
[21:10] Dug0C: um so which one was yours again?
[21:10] Dug0C: the smell wore off
[21:10] Dug0C: i cant tell anymore
[21:11] moontrace: the watching my back one
[21:12] moontrace: i have yet to really wear it, i think i'll wait till i go back to school, but i kinda want to see the response it gets
[21:12] Dug0C: oui
[21:12] Dug0C: i'll go with you first day of school and we can wear it together
[21:13] moontrace: sounds like a plan
[21:13] Dug0C: Aug 23
[21:13] Dug0C: what time you got class?
[21:13] moontrace: i don't
[21:14] moontrace: not until the 27th
[21:14] Dug0C: oh goodness
[21:14] Dug0C: thats a monday
[21:14] moontrace: tis
[21:14] Dug0C: and what time?
[21:14] moontrace: 9:30?
[21:14] Dug0C: i can do that
[21:15] Dug0C: we could go early
[21:15] Dug0C: walk around
[21:15] Dug0C: get reactions
[21:15] Dug0C: neh?
[21:15] moontrace: alright, book that into your schedule
[21:16] Dug0C: how do you get down there?
[21:16] moontrace: you gotta walk
[21:16] Dug0C: lol
[21:17] Dug0C: wait
[21:17] Dug0C: walk to where?
[21:18] moontrace: why my school of course
[21:18] Dug0C: but its 23 miles
[21:18] Dug0C: ...
[21:18] Dug0C: and you cant walk 880
[21:18] Dug0C: too many cars
[21:18] moontrace: hmm
[21:19] moontrace: maybe a bike would be better
[21:19] Dug0C: oh sure
[21:19] Dug0C: my friend goes there, and he has some student thing where he gets free bus rides to ffremont bart station
[21:19] Dug0C: thats where i pick him up when he comes over
[21:21] moontrace: yeah, go there, the 27th of august at 9:00 am
[21:21] Dug0C: hmm where can i park though?
[21:22] moontrace: across the street from the big tree, there will be a parking spot with your name on it
[21:22] Dug0C: okay
[21:22] Dug0C: how will you get there?
[21:23] Dug0C: your bike?
[21:23] moontrace: i'll walk
[21:24] moontrace: it's good for me
[21:24] Dug0C: thats a damn ong walk
[21:24] Dug0C: long*
[21:25] moontrace: 500 miles is my max
[21:25] Dug0C: mm yes
[21:26] Dug0C: do you know where it is?
[21:27] moontrace: i'm sure i can stumble upon it
[21:27] Dug0C: oh you
[21:28] Dug0C: moontrace
[21:28] moontrace: lol
[21:28] Dug0C: where did you come up with that amazingly tall and sumptuous name?
[21:29] moontrace: it's actually my secret name that i dont tell people about so i can see who's online
[21:29] moontrace: is that bad?
[21:30] Dug0C: it
[21:30] Dug0C: is
[21:30] Dug0C: ...
[21:30] Dug0C: the most wonderful idea
[21:31] moontrace: except now you know my secret...
[21:31] Dug0C: i shall tell no one
[21:31] Dug0C: bu ti shall know
[21:31] moontrace: hm, i don't know if i can trust you
[21:32] Dug0C: you have no choice
[21:32] Dug0C: dont worry
[21:32] Dug0C: i sont disappoint
[21:32] Dug0C: wont*
[21:33] moontrace: good, otherwise there would be consequences beyond measure
[21:33] Dug0C: i'm already beyond measure
[21:33] Dug0C: i can handle it
[21:34] moontrace: that you are
[21:35] moontrace: so where did the 0 come from in your name?
[21:35] Dug0C: well
[21:35] Dug0C: my normal name
[21:35] Dug0C: starts with cool
[21:35] Dug0C: then there's a dug
[21:35] Dug0C: then i got 000
[21:36] Dug0C: that was taken when i got AIM
[21:36] Dug0C: so i put them in the random name generator
[21:36] Dug0C: and it picked that
[21:36] Dug0C: and i sad yes
[21:36] moontrace: well, that's cheap, letting the computer do all the work
[21:36] Dug0C: i know
[21:36] Dug0C: i felt dirty for years
[21:36] Dug0C: but ive forgiven myself
[21:37] Dug0C: i hope you can too
[21:37] Dug0C: someday
[21:37] moontrace: just maybe i can, however not today
[21:37] moontrace: it's too soon
[21:37] Dug0C: i know
[21:37] Dug0C: i wouldnt expect that from anyone
[21:38] Dug0C: but thank you for considering it
[21:38] moontrace: yep, that's what i'm here for
[21:40] moontrace: so you're doug?
[21:40] Dug0C: mm i think thats what the neighbors are saying
[21:40] Dug0C: so you're kat rice?
[21:41] moontrace: if that's what you want to call me
[21:42] Dug0C: i'd rather go with trece
[21:42] moontrace: 13?
[21:42] Dug0C: yep
[21:42] moontrace: that's an unlucky name
[21:42] Dug0C: lol
[21:42] Dug0C: you can call me siete
[21:43] moontrace: well wait, how come you get the lucky name and i get the unlucky one?
[21:43] moontrace: that doesn't seem quite fair
[21:43] Dug0C: let me explain
[21:43] moontrace: please do
[21:45] Dug0C: When the world was being created, 13 types of people there were, and though many were similar, the last kind was accustomed to a more ritualistic type of life, with certain numbers representing their different ways of life and their right to humanity, and these people were mainly fed by a certain grain, which they fertilized using the bodies of dead animals which they had raised from babies and fed and loved.
[21:46] Dug0C: Not the number 7 group of people were the opposite, and they were much more confidential, proper, and against eating grains that had grown from the body of a dead animal, for they so revered their animals, and they ate only what had grown wild from their environs, and this is where each of the two clans gets their names.
[21:47] Dug0C: Because of the cats feeding the rice, katrice.
[21:47] Dug0C: because of their reverence for dogs, Doug. (the spelling changed over many translations.)
[21:47] moontrace: haha, you need to write a book
[21:47] Dug0C: unforunately for you, we have been fated from pre-existence
[21:48] Dug0C: would you buy my book?
[21:49] moontrace: sure, if it is as random as your thoughts are
[21:49] moontrace: let me know when it's on amazon
[21:49] Dug0C: it would have to be
[21:50] moontrace: then yes, i'd buy it
[21:50] Dug0C: brb, my water is empty
[21:51] moontrace: alright
[21:58] Dug0C: sorry im late
[21:58] Dug0C: i decided popcorn was absolutely necessary
[21:59] moontrace: that sounds pretty good right now
[21:59] Dug0C: come on over
[21:59] Dug0C: its less than 500 miles
[21:59] moontrace: well if it's less than 500 miles, i guess i'll be right over
[21:59] moontrace: is it movie theater style?
[21:59] moontrace: that's my favorite
[22:00] Dug0C: its butter lovers
[22:01] moontrace: have you ever tried blast o butter?
[22:01] Dug0C: i dont know bro
[22:01] Dug0C: maybe back in the day
[22:02] moontrace: it's intense
[22:02] Dug0C: is it salty?
[22:02] Dug0C: i like the butter
[22:02] Dug0C: but not tooo salty
[22:02] moontrace: only try it if you're in for a sodium overload
[22:02] Dug0C: na mean?
[22:02] Dug0C: oh i see
[22:03] Dug0C: well i'll bring extra water
[22:03] moontrace: that's good, water is a must
[22:03] moontrace: i don't get enough of it
[22:03] Dug0C: i see
[22:04] moontrace: but they ssay the 8 glasses per day thing is a myth
[22:04] Dug0C: oh really?
[22:04] Dug0C: all i know
[22:04] Dug0C: water is amazing
[22:04] Dug0C: makes me feel great
[22:05] moontrace: you can tell a difference if you drink less?
[22:05] Dug0C: well i can tell a difference if i drink more
[22:06] Dug0C: normally i drink a good amount, but not like a LOT
[22:07] Dug0C: sometimes i drink a lot
[22:07] Dug0C: and oh its good
[22:07] moontrace: bottled or tap?
[22:07] Dug0C: filtered tap poured into arrowhead bottles
[22:08] moontrace: nothing is ever simple with you, is it?
[22:08] Dug0C: well
[22:08] Dug0C: life is only lived once
[22:09] Dug0C: better make it hard as possiible
[22:10] Dug0C: disagree?
[22:10] moontrace: to some degree
[22:10] Dug0C: lol
[22:10] Dug0C: good
[22:11] moontrace: i get by on the simple until i get bored and feel the need to make it more complex
[22:12] Dug0C: i love simple
[22:12] Dug0C: where im from, water is good straight from the tap
[22:12] Dug0C: lol
[22:13] moontrace: i can't tell a difference between my tap here and bottled
[22:13] Dug0C: yeah your house is fine for drinking
[22:14] moontrace: and plus tap has flouride, woo
[22:14] Dug0C: my house here is not as good
[22:14] moontrace: i don't see why people buy bottled water like they do
[22:14] Dug0C: lol
[22:15] moontrace: oh america
[22:15] Dug0C: maybe their water is bad?
[22:15] moontrace: could be
[22:15] moontrace: (Link: http://www.threadless.com/submission/129657/Recycle_Your_Heart)http://www.threadless.com/submission/129657/Recycle_Your_Heart
[22:15] moontrace: what's your opinion on this shirt?
[22:16] Dug0C: i like the design
[22:16] Dug0C: not the colors
[22:17] moontrace: i just found it, it interests me
[22:18] Dug0C: you have other threadless shirts?>
[22:19] moontrace: nope, i'm a newbie
[22:19] moontrace: i just got my first shirt a week or 2 ago
[22:20] Dug0C: (Link: http://www.threadless.com/submission/129405/EYES_AND_TEETH)http://www.threadless.com/submission/129405/EYES_A(Link: http://www.threadless.com/submission/129405/EYES_AND_TEETH)ND_TEETH
[22:20] Dug0C: i dontr get that one
[22:21] moontrace: that's creepy
[22:22] moontrace: have you submitted anything?
[22:22] Dug0C: no
[22:22] Dug0C: im n0o good at photoshop
[22:22] Dug0C: what about you?
[22:22] Dug0C: oh no i guess not
[22:22] Dug0C: n00b
[22:23] moontrace: nope, i'm not that artsy
[22:23] moontrace: nor can i think of any good ideas
[22:23] Dug0C: yeah i have no ideas
[22:24] Dug0C: theres a light in the darkness, though the night is black as my skin
[22:24] moontrace: i wish i did though, because 2K would be nice
[22:24] Dug0C: lol aeriouslyt
[22:25] Dug0C: didnt they raise it to 2.5k?
[22:25] moontrace: did they?
[22:25] Dug0C: i think so
[22:25] moontrace: that's a lot of moolah
[22:25] Dug0C: oui
[22:25] Dug0C: je ne se pas
[22:26] Dug0C: i dont speak french
[22:27] moontrace: neither do i
[22:27] moontrace: my neighbors used to speak french
[22:28] moontrace: i baby-sat their kids and the parents would yell at each other in french and i would hear my name thrown around in there and not know what they were talking about
[22:28] moontrace: it was sketchy
[22:29] Dug0C: maybe they were discussing whether you would be in their threesome
[22:29] Dug0C: you know those odd french
[22:29] moontrace: they were french canadians too
[22:30] Dug0C: i speak canadian eh
[22:31] moontrace: ha, maybe you can minor in canadian
[22:31] Dug0C: now thats an idea
[22:33] moontrace: yep
[22:33] moontrace: i'm a smart one
[22:34] Dug0C: you know what?
[22:34] Dug0C: my shoes are many colors
[22:34] moontrace: what's that?
[22:35] Dug0C: what color are yours?
[22:35] moontrace: do you have indigo?
[22:35] Dug0C: no
[22:35] Dug0C: not that many colors
[22:35] Dug0C: even if i had indigo i probably couldnt tell
[22:35] moontrace: lol
[22:36] moontrace: i have the basics
[22:36] moontrace: brown, black, gray, white
[22:36] moontrace: but flip flops
[22:36] moontrace: those i have many colors
[22:37] Dug0C: brown, grey, black, black and tan, red and white
[22:37] Dug0C: no flip flops
[22:37] Dug0C: i had a pair once
[22:37] Dug0C: they broke
[22:37] Dug0C: :(
[22:37] moontrace: boo
[22:37] moontrace: buy another
[22:37] Dug0C: thinking about it?
[22:38] moontrace: i have brown black, blue striped, mulit-colored stripes, pink, light blue, palm trees, bambooish type
[22:39] Dug0C: mm bamboo
[22:39] Dug0C: amazing
[22:39] moontrace: pretty much
[22:39] Dug0C: you ever get pandas attacking you and eating your shoes?
[22:39] moontrace: can't say that i have
[22:40] moontrace: however it would make for a great story
[22:41] Dug0C: reminds me of that threadless shirt
[22:41] Dug0C: pandamonium
[22:41] moontrace: sounds familiar
[22:42] moontrace: does it have a panda eating someone's flip flop?
[22:42] Dug0C: lol no
[22:42] moontrace: because that would be pretty ironic
[22:42] Dug0C: a panda sitting still
[22:42] Dug0C: eating tanks and getting shot at by helicopters
[22:42] moontrace: oh yeah, i've seen that
[22:43] moontrace: i have to pack tomorrow
[22:44] Dug0C: pack?
[22:44] Dug0C: for what?
[22:44] moontrace: school
[22:44] Dug0C: pack for school?
[22:44] moontrace: leaving thurs
[22:45] moontrace: 3.5 hr drive
[22:45] Dug0C: ?
[22:45] Dug0C: where are you?
[22:45] moontrace: the middle of the country
[22:45] Dug0C: huh?
[22:45] Dug0C: did i miss something?
[22:46] moontrace: hm?
[22:46] Dug0C: middle off the country?
[22:46] moontrace: yep
[22:46] Dug0C: what countrty?
[22:47] moontrace: us?
[22:48] Dug0C: my goodness
[22:48] moontrace: where are you?
[22:49] Dug0C: some house
[22:49] Dug0C: i just woke up here
[22:49] Dug0C: its a dirty bathroom
[22:49] Dug0C: there is a box on the floor
[22:49] moontrace: apparently it has internet access
[22:49] Dug0C: a chain around my neck
[22:49] Dug0C: and there is a laptop on the other end of the chain
[22:50] moontrace: that's convienient
[22:50] Dug0C: well
[22:50] Dug0C: at least i have all my parts
[22:51] Dug0C: did you knwo that the corny collins show is integrated?
[22:51] moontrace: yep, that's good news to hear
[22:51] moontrace: glad they fired the blonde
[22:52] Dug0C: i know seriously
[22:52] moontrace: if i could dance i'd go audition
[22:53] Dug0C: lol
[22:53] Dug0C: if i could dance i would too
[22:53] Dug0C: dance is amr fun thing
[22:53] Dug0C: an*
[22:53] moontrace: amr?
[22:53] moontrace: ah
[22:53] moontrace: an still doesn't work though
[22:54] Dug0C: yeah, but you cant stop the beat.
[22:54] moontrace: lol
[22:56] Dug0C: did you see rush hour 3?
[22:56] moontrace: nope
[22:56] Dug0C: i bought a theater, but they were still sold out
[22:56] moontrace: darn the luck
[22:56] Dug0C: i am the man who has not seen it
[22:57] Dug0C: nor have i seen bourne ultimatum
[22:57] moontrace: wow, who hasn't seen that one
[22:57] moontrace: (besides me)
[22:57] Dug0C: lol
[22:58] Dug0C: well they dont have good quality downloads afvailable yet
[22:58] moontrace: i watched the simpons movie that way
[22:58] Dug0C: and i dont want to go see it in theater alone
[22:58] Dug0C: i DLed simpsons too
[22:58] moontrace: take a friend
[22:58] Dug0C: i havent a friend
[22:58] Dug0C: would you go with me?
[22:58] Dug0C: :)
[22:58] Dug0C: pretty please?
[22:58] moontrace: maybe
[22:58] moontrace: if you're lucky
[22:59] Dug0C: well i am siete
[22:59] moontrace: lol
[22:59] moontrace: that was bad
[22:59] Dug0C: oh yeah?
[22:59] Dug0C: i didnt think it was so bad...
[23:00] moontrace: that's because you said it
[23:00] Dug0C: lol
[23:00] Dug0C: ok
[23:00] Dug0C: now i understand
[23:00] moontrace: yep, glad it makes sense now
[23:01] moontrace: i might go see hairspray again with you
[23:01] Dug0C: lol oh yeah?
[23:01] Dug0C: why is that?
[23:01] Dug0C: such an awesome movie?
[23:01] moontrace: pretty much, yeah
[23:02] Dug0C: i wish they would have done more with travolta
[23:02] Dug0C: he is a great dancer
[23:02] moontrace: yeah, but i guess they kind of have to follow the script
[23:02] Dug0C: lol
[23:02] Dug0C: totally forgot about that
[23:03] moontrace: haha, yep
[23:03] moontrace: did you see ricki lake at the end?
[23:03] Dug0C: no i did not!
[23:03] moontrace: she was tracy in the 1st one, so she had a cameo
[23:04] Dug0C: the first one?
[23:04] Dug0C: there was another movie?
[23:04] Dug0C: or on the play?
[23:04] moontrace: there was another movie
[23:05] moontrace: i haven't seen it though
[23:05] moontrace: maybe we could watch that one instead
[23:05] Dug0C: yes yes?
[23:05] Dug0C: which one?
[23:05] Dug0C: oh
[23:05] Dug0C: hairspray
[23:05] Dug0C: lol
[23:06] moontrace: lol, yep
[23:06] moontrace: just as long as there's popcorn
[23:06] moontrace: and water
[23:06] Dug0C: well if im there, water will be trhere
[23:07] moontrace: no popcorn?
[23:07] Dug0C: yeah i could bring popcorn too
[23:07] Dug0C: im just saying
[23:07] Dug0C: lol
[23:08] moontrace: lol, good
[23:08] moontrace: i'm glad that there will be both popcorn and water
[23:09] Dug0C: so, that movie should be here in a few days
[23:09] Dug0C: friday im guessing
[23:09] Dug0C: maybe sat though
[23:09] moontrace: hm, it might take me till sat to walk 500 miles to get there
[23:10] Dug0C: what city are you in?
[23:10] moontrace: what city are you in?
[23:10] Dug0C: lol
[23:10] Dug0C: that of the Union
[23:10] Dug0C: brb
[23:10] moontrace: k
[23:13] Dug0C: and you?
[23:13] moontrace: wait, wait
[23:13] moontrace: that of the union, what does that even mean?
[23:13] Dug0C: lol
[23:13] Dug0C: union city
[23:14] moontrace: cali?
[23:14] Dug0C: yes
[23:14] Dug0C: i dont usually live outside of california
[23:15] moontrace: i do
[23:15] Dug0C: who am i talking to??
[23:15] moontrace: who do you think you're talking to?
[23:15] Dug0C: some really tall kid
[23:15] moontrace: nope
[23:15] Dug0C: prove me wrong
[23:15] moontrace: how can i prove you wrong?
[23:16] Dug0C: tell me something only you would know
[23:16] Dug0C: what movie did we watch one week ago?
[23:16] moontrace: that doesnt prove anything
[23:16] moontrace: i have no idea, because i'm not a really tall kid
[23:16] Dug0C: my poor child
[23:16] Dug0C: i must away
[23:17] Dug0C: unless to claim your true self
[23:17] moontrace: you leaving me?
[23:17] Dug0C: i dont want to do it
[23:17] Dug0C: but how can i talk to a phantom?
[23:17] moontrace: well, you have been
[23:17] moontrace: so i guess you can do it
[23:18] Dug0C: i dont know
[23:20] moontrace: ok, i'll give you a hint
[23:20] moontrace: i've never been to ca
[23:20] Dug0C: gasp
[23:20] moontrace: shame, i know
[23:20] Dug0C: are you serious?
[23:21] moontrace: yep
[23:21] Dug0C: what state do you live in?
[23:22] moontrace: what do you think?
[23:22] Dug0C: erm...nevada
[23:22] Dug0C: lol
[23:22] moontrace: go more east
[23:22] Dug0C: utah
[23:22] moontrace: keep going
[23:22] Dug0C: nebraska
[23:22] Dug0C: kansas
[23:22] moontrace: almost there
[23:23] moontrace: not quite
[23:23] Dug0C: colorado
[23:23] moontrace: wrong direction
[23:23] Dug0C: oklahoma
[23:23] Dug0C: i need a map
[23:23] Dug0C: lol
[23:23] moontrace: you were closer with kansas
[23:23] moontrace: lol
[23:23] Dug0C: up?
[23:23] Dug0C: wyoming?
[23:23] moontrace: not up
[23:23] Dug0C: S dakota?
[23:23] moontrace: not that way either
[23:23] Dug0C: mmm kentucky
[23:23] moontrace: go west
[23:24] Dug0C: ohio?
[23:24] Dug0C: arkanssas?
[23:24] moontrace: lol, that's not west
[23:24] moontrace: almost
[23:24] Dug0C: um
[23:24] Dug0C: lol
[23:24] Dug0C: im thinking
[23:24] Dug0C: missouri
[23:24] moontrace: hey, you got it
[23:24] Dug0C: wow
[23:24] Dug0C: so you are someone i have never met before
[23:25] Dug0C: you want to know something insane?
[23:25] moontrace: lol, it took you that long to figure that out
[23:25] moontrace: what?
[23:25] Dug0C: this whole time i thought you were this girl i know, named Katrice
[23:25] Dug0C: this
[23:25] Dug0C: whjole
[23:25] Dug0C: time
[23:25] moontrace: lol, that's hilarious
[23:25] moontrace: i was kind of wondering
[23:25] Dug0C: yeah i must have been a little weird eh?
[23:26] moontrace: lol, i just thought that you were a very very random
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
For My Loyal First Time Readers
Ode to thou is what expells from mine deepest heart, and within my soul gallops the desire of your true being.
Yeah not really though, just thought I'd throw you off my scent for a minute. But this blog is going to be a very important spot for people to visit in the future, and many a reader will spend their dwindling hours hoping for another post. They will be random, oh yes, for that is the flavor which is not vanilla, and my deep mind may at times accidentally digest your entire being and leave you feeling as if you never existed. This is only because the crevasse into which you fell awoke you to the third dimension of thought, the ninth parallel of parallax, and the twelfth squeeze bottle of hand sanitizer.
Yeah not really though, just thought I'd throw you off my scent for a minute. But this blog is going to be a very important spot for people to visit in the future, and many a reader will spend their dwindling hours hoping for another post. They will be random, oh yes, for that is the flavor which is not vanilla, and my deep mind may at times accidentally digest your entire being and leave you feeling as if you never existed. This is only because the crevasse into which you fell awoke you to the third dimension of thought, the ninth parallel of parallax, and the twelfth squeeze bottle of hand sanitizer.
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