Standing Here
Feb. 4th, 2004 07:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
I bought a book called "Poemcrazy," because you know, I haven't been feeling that poet's vibe for some time and I thought maybe it's one of those things that needs to be coaxed and nurtured. I read the first chapter, wrote two poems. :) They still need to be futzed with, so I won't put them up...I was thinking about making a writing filter or something for this thing, so people wouldn't have to read a flood of bad poetry that I'll likely be producing for a few weeks. I also have essays, story snippets and other things I've been wanting to put up, too.
So, I was in the Bookshop shelving books in the Bible section. There was a fellow sitting on a low ladder behind me, just a foot away. I stand up, and that's when my bowels decide to let loose a natural form of mustard gas. Me + Taco Bell = The Silent Death. It's a well-known equation, remember it well.
This poor fellow tried not to say anything about it, but I could tell by the way his eyes were bleeding that he smelled it. After trying to persevere for a minute or two, he found he couldn't read any more, since his face had mostly melted in steaming chunks to the floor. He picked up the rest of his nose, walked to the front, and paid for his Catholic books. Don didn't say anything when he saw the fellow; by now it's an unspoken rule that you don't speak about the victims of my malevolent gastronomy.
No sleep = cranky. This is also a good thing to remember. Maybe I should put up a disclaimer when I'm on-line.
Changeling game tonight. I haven't even written it yet; but I have an idea of what will happen. Much of it depends on what Chaser plans to do with his character, ultimately. He's expressed interest in playing a childling and if he does I'll be in business. For some reason, I've developed quite the affinity for fucking with little kids in games of mine.
Let's see, haven't spoken too much with a lot of people over the past couple days, so I don't know what the situation is with the ongoing soap opera of the Cube. Willie moved yesterday, and I wanted to help him, but between the surprise(!) Wheel of Time game and needing more sleep I never got around to offering a hand. Isn't that such a shitty excuse? "Sorry, man, I was like, battling insane subterranean vampires as this 11-foot oghier fighter/priest of, and it done plumb tuckered me out." But that's exactly the kind of stuff he gets, no wonder he has such low expectations for things of that sort. I shall have to treat him to a nice dinner in way of compensense...when I get my car in order.
We're supposedly getting snow and ice here. I did not know this. I need to check weather.com.
So, I was in the Bookshop shelving books in the Bible section. There was a fellow sitting on a low ladder behind me, just a foot away. I stand up, and that's when my bowels decide to let loose a natural form of mustard gas. Me + Taco Bell = The Silent Death. It's a well-known equation, remember it well.
This poor fellow tried not to say anything about it, but I could tell by the way his eyes were bleeding that he smelled it. After trying to persevere for a minute or two, he found he couldn't read any more, since his face had mostly melted in steaming chunks to the floor. He picked up the rest of his nose, walked to the front, and paid for his Catholic books. Don didn't say anything when he saw the fellow; by now it's an unspoken rule that you don't speak about the victims of my malevolent gastronomy.
No sleep = cranky. This is also a good thing to remember. Maybe I should put up a disclaimer when I'm on-line.
Changeling game tonight. I haven't even written it yet; but I have an idea of what will happen. Much of it depends on what Chaser plans to do with his character, ultimately. He's expressed interest in playing a childling and if he does I'll be in business. For some reason, I've developed quite the affinity for fucking with little kids in games of mine.
Let's see, haven't spoken too much with a lot of people over the past couple days, so I don't know what the situation is with the ongoing soap opera of the Cube. Willie moved yesterday, and I wanted to help him, but between the surprise(!) Wheel of Time game and needing more sleep I never got around to offering a hand. Isn't that such a shitty excuse? "Sorry, man, I was like, battling insane subterranean vampires as this 11-foot oghier fighter/priest of
We're supposedly getting snow and ice here. I did not know this. I need to check weather.com.
