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Get off my lawn! (Formerly "Greetings, hello, and welcome!") Ordinarily this area is devoted to "a few words about me", but I am 25 (formerly 24) years old and I did not get this far by not telling people to get off my lawn (formerly "by telling people about myself"). Instead, you can go on an exciting voyage of non-self-discovery (unless you're myself - and I know I am!) by reading my posts. They date back to February of 2004 - that's more than a shit-ton (formerly three) years of quality!
I love blogging. I love this joint. And just as I predicted, this blog was ten gallons of fun in a one gallon jug. Then the jug split and burst, forcing me to find another one, and since I was unable to find a suitable replacement, I have a bunch of cups sitting around, full of fun. And one of the cups is full of scorpions! So if you decide to have a look around, watch your step.
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
I Too Enjoy Looking Horrible
I think something I'd enjoy doing is greeting strangers with bits of mildly distressing or confusing trivia. For instance, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I enjoy eating mustard by itself, with a spoon." Or "Hello, nice to meet you. I frequently spend Saturdays playing computer games with no pants on." Sadly I lack the requisite poise and self-confidence to pull these things off, though I am very skilled at self-deprecating humor.
I do however sometimes tell people that I do not smoke or drink or enjoy the flames, dear god the flames, which are all true, but I attribute these traits to my being a Muslim. It's fun watching people respond. "Really? Why not?" "Oh, I'm a Muslim." ".........huh."
Something irritating is that I have like ten or fifteen drafts saved for this blog, but I always sort of run out of steam before they reach completeness. Writing doesn't come as easily as it used to do for me. I wish I knew why. My theory: the inexorable grinding force of life, ruining all it touches. Stupid life.
Posted at 03:05 pm by Saladin
 | | | Anna
February 22, 2009 01:58 PM PST
Agreed. Stupid life! Spending all my weekends in the lab has ruined my impetus to write! I wouldn't mind if I had at least picked up some decent superpowers, but noooo, apparently chemists don't get the same perks that, say, geneticists or nuclear physicists do...
Ahem. Yes. Good to see you still about, anyway. | |
| | | Gloria
February 20, 2009 02:26 PM PST
I attribute to having a deep unconscious dissatisfaction with all the critical aspects of my life.
Right, I said that aloud? | |
| | | Sinja
February 19, 2009 09:19 PM PST
Heh. This is like something I could have written. Not the funny part, but the part where you have all these unfinished drafts for lack of steam to complete. Must be the economy. | |
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