I'm back on this ting. 2 blog posts in a month is a lot more frequent than we've been seeing in a long while, so I guess the place is back to life official like.
Today is pancake day, which everybody knows is the greatest day in the world ever bar a few. Despite this, Facebook has provided me with a bounty of haters who, as haters do, are hatin' on pancake day. Things like 'Pancakes are crap', 'I hate pancake day' and other silliness is being spilled over the once relatively clean pages of my big old wall thingie, and it made me think:
"Shut up, haters!"
This looks cool. I've started writing a small (/however big I feel like) stor-ai aboot some badman vigilantes. It's yet to be fully pimpin, but it has major potential in terms of pimp per second. Actually, now that I think about it, it could be that only I think it's awesome, but that's ideal in some ways, becuause it theoretically gets me loads of indie cred. Like liking half-life 2, but with books.
I lost all my Minecraft save. Well, it might be recoverable, I'm not sure with this crazy new system. I'm not as devastated as you might think. There are more awesome things than M.C. (But perhaps not than chickens paddling).
I feel like I'm making a lot of mistakes. When I get tired, I make typos and sometimes spelling mistakes, but I more often type malproprisms and homophones, sometimes writing entirely different words that sound similar to the one I had in mind. Interesting insight into how my mind prossesses(sp?) information when I type.
I have had my pancakes now. They were as epic as they were crude and tasteless, a beatiful mashup of synthetic syrups with some icecream and stuff, as well as one traditional lemon and sugar one.
If I were to, hypothetically speaking, have had a callous / blister/ generic lump on my foot that was annoying, would it (again, in the most hypothetical sense) have been mostly:
-manly
-stupid
-gross
to cut it off with a knife?
Feel free to answer on that thing people answer on.
Today is pancake day, which everybody knows is the greatest day in the world ever bar a few. Despite this, Facebook has provided me with a bounty of haters who, as haters do, are hatin' on pancake day. Things like 'Pancakes are crap', 'I hate pancake day' and other silliness is being spilled over the once relatively clean pages of my big old wall thingie, and it made me think:
"Shut up, haters!"
This looks cool. I've started writing a small (/however big I feel like) stor-ai aboot some badman vigilantes. It's yet to be fully pimpin, but it has major potential in terms of pimp per second. Actually, now that I think about it, it could be that only I think it's awesome, but that's ideal in some ways, becuause it theoretically gets me loads of indie cred. Like liking half-life 2, but with books.
I lost all my Minecraft save. Well, it might be recoverable, I'm not sure with this crazy new system. I'm not as devastated as you might think. There are more awesome things than M.C. (But perhaps not than chickens paddling).
I feel like I'm making a lot of mistakes. When I get tired, I make typos and sometimes spelling mistakes, but I more often type malproprisms and homophones, sometimes writing entirely different words that sound similar to the one I had in mind. Interesting insight into how my mind prossesses(sp?) information when I type.
I have had my pancakes now. They were as epic as they were crude and tasteless, a beatiful mashup of synthetic syrups with some icecream and stuff, as well as one traditional lemon and sugar one.
If I were to, hypothetically speaking, have had a callous / blister/ generic lump on my foot that was annoying, would it (again, in the most hypothetical sense) have been mostly:
-manly
-stupid
-gross
to cut it off with a knife?
Feel free to answer on that thing people answer on.
A mon avis, it would be stupid (and gross). It could go bad, and then you would lose your foot.
ReplyDeleteHow 'bout a blister plaster? Plasters cure everything. ^-^