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| the day I fell apart. |
| 05.17.05 (9:41 pm) [edit] |
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posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 05.17.05 (1:58 pm)
Have I ever told you, *I* built that particular staircase? I am very proud of that. It's probably due some repairs by now, as that was some time ago, but it's still quite sturdy. Perhaps I should have added hand rails?
posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 05.17.05 (5:57 pm)
*smile*
Two things:
First, I prefer to think of this as "the day we put you back together."
and
Second, I love what happens when you read the paper.
posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 05.17.05 (7:40 pm)
One last bit: The shelf with vishnu, bubbles and the syrup, will also need to contain a multitude of pens (none of which will be crap, but one of which will be stolen and golden).
posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 05.20.05 (7:00 am)
I suddenly have this uncontrollable urge to say "back off."
:)
posted by: sparkydo (reply)
post date: 05.23.05 (3:25 am)
poignant
posted by: cheercraze (reply)
post date: 05.27.05 (4:34 pm)
please visit my blog. my latest entry is important (its about a game for all bloggers). your participation is appreciated.
spread the word!
posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 06.01.05 (8:39 pm)
I've suddenly discovered a new game in town... it involves your beloved goat, I am afraid...
The rules are simple, see if you can follow along...
First, you remove your precious goat's head from the spike you drew with such lovely simplicity.
next, set your goat's head in a safe place, such as on a shelf high enough from the paws of prying children.
Third, you scoop up various bloggers, some randomly, but most by design... for example, people who prefer to have their shoes soiled... people who leave completely inappropriate comments... as well as those who just randomly show up in your blog and disrespect you by asking you to comment on something so inane and meaningless that you are left with little choice but to cough up the contents of your last meal...
Oh right. Where were we?
Fourthly, line up said bloggers and pick them up, one at a time and toss them toward your simple spike.
The person with the highest stack wins.
Any takers?
posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 06.02.05 (3:59 am)
Reply to: juniperflux
Oi! Next chapter please!
*clap clap clap
posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 06.02.05 (1:58 pm)
The teacher loved to interrupt class with updates on the “space race.” It appeared now that not only had the *ruskies* sent a man out into space and brought him back safely, but they were going to beat us to the moon as well. It was clear the reds would stop at nothing.
If Kennedy wasn’t going to do something about the commies beating us to moon, he would have to take matters into his own hands.
The day Sputnik brought its sacred cargo back to earth, Melvin began his ladder.
He had never been any good at math(s) so no proper measurements were ever taken. Melvin simply started building after school one day and didn’t stop until something inside him seemed to click. An intrinsic ladder-building safety valve. Instinctively, he knew when his creation was done. Prior to that moment of self-actualization, however, he couldn’t walk from point A to point B without considering some aspect of his life’s work. Section after section came together… some having to be built and rebuilt several times. His parents requested that they be allowed to home school him. He agreed. Girls requested that he stop calling them. He’d forgotten how to call them. All he knew was his goal. His vision. His long walk to immortality.
And then one day… he put down his hammer and screwdriver and 10bit sandpaper. It was time. He had no idea even how long it had taken. He’d simply started building and didn’t stop. He’d heard that we’d actually beaten the Russians to the moon. He’d even heard that the in the modern world communists were not the enemy and that we could even befriend a Siberian should we so desire, but none of that seemed all that important anymore.
The ladder was done. He stood before the thing that would define him. He looked into the belly of the beast and watched himself climbing away from the little life that had comfortably cradled him while he carved himself out of bits of ladder. One rung at a time he pulled himself into the great void.