I seek not to blog, but to answer

Ah yes

2006-11-05T05:42:00.000Z

Ah...yes. Ah! Yes. Ah yes! Ah....yes.

Life has been good to me.

Has it been good to you?

Has it been God to you?

No thanks, I'm God.

Atonal music is the shiznit

Shiznit is not a word. Dag, yo.

I, vii6, I6, I6/5, I4/3, I, ii, I6, ii6, I, IV, ii, ii6, I6/4, V, V7, I, I. IV6, I.

That is tonal.

I, ii, I, VII7/3/8, Vi3/9/8/7/4/7/6, D# tone cluster, presto gliss. A#3 to Ax1, I6. C#8.

This is probably not.

Further in the 20th century, music satrts to look like this:

(opening chords: any notes, any duration, on all instuments) ----> (20 sec. silence) ---->(random dance routine) ----> audience and perfrormers switch seats, audience plays for orchestra -----> (usher in new era of art) -----> tea and coffee

Hooray!

The air, she is very strange these days, no?

2006-07-21T00:35:00.000Z

Hello gentle readers,

For those of you unaware, I spent the last month in Toronto, acting in my buddy's Fringe Festival play. Acting is a strange business. I spent 3 weeks working on this project, did 7 performances, and ended up with all of 15$ in payment. For this, I counted myself very fortunate, as most shows are lucky to break even. Why am I in such an unprofitable career? ...oh right, 'cause I love it. Now I recall.

:)

It is a strange thing, to pack up one's life in 48 hours and head across the country on a whim. And yet, I feel it was the right choice. Though I made many sacrifices, and will be paying the costs incurred by that for a long time to come, I was amply rewarded, I feel.

I found my love again.

"When you dream....what do you dream about?
Do you dream about music, or mathematics,
Or planets to far to be seen?" - BNL, "When you Dream"

I have now gone from one amazing show in June that blew my mind and revived my interest in acting, to another show in July that was the first piece of professional-type acting I hve ever done, to ....nothing. A whole whopping lot of nothing, it seems. I'll have to keep up my writing.

Big writing is big

small writing is small

And normal size writing is big to some, small to others, and nothing at all to a select few.

Why red? Why not?

Okay, fine, if it bugs you so much.

Q: If all borgs are squids, and all squids are hargs, and some hargs are thetas, who wins the world series?
A: The New York Yankees.

"You can be my Yoko Ono
You can follow me wherever I go
Be my (be my) Be my (be my)
Be my Yoko Ono." - BNL, "Be My Yoko Ono"

My devotion to my art may well be my undoing

Money sucks. I hate having to do things in pursuit of it. It feels like socially accepted prostitution. Well, a little.

Enough of that rant

Jai Guru Deva Om

2006-05-18T05:07:00.000Z

Nothing lifts the spirits like singing Beatles songs all day.

Except maybe chocolate.

And the scent of a woman. ...I think. It's been a while now.

"Little Darling, it's been a long, cold, lonely winter,
Little Darling, it seems like years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun, Here comes the sun, and I say
It's alright."

"There's nothing you can do that can't be done
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung
Nothing you can say, but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
All you need is love."

That's happy. I like that.

I also like friends, especially when they like having me around.

it doesn't always necessarily feel like they do. BUt then I'm paranoid that way.

White text. misspelled wordss

Well, I guess I'll let you go.

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2006-04-30T06:23:00.000Z

And, we're back!

Hope you enjoyed the advertisements, sponsors and the mafia are what make this show what is!

For those of you following at home, : "The time of ascension is upon us. Rise up, brethren, arise!"
/subliminal

*ahem*

Now then, back to the show. As you can see, I've been up to a greta many things. Imagine that, in the month since my last post, I've odne things!Like forgetting how to spell! Hooray!

I don't read T.S.Eliot now. I read Machiavelli and study maps.

Revenge is a dish best served cold. And grandiose. And historical. Like, say, conquering Sweden.

"Haha! Now I'm the king of Sweden!! That'll show you! How dare you and your friends ignore me/pick me last in Gym class/call me names/be lesbians/other seemingly-meaningless-yet-utterly-scarring life-event!"

I understand Tommy now. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be liek to snap my fingers and make cars explode. I think it'd be fun, in an utterly demonic way.

"And if this river don't drown me,
It's down i'll mean to roam.
For I'm a river driver
And I'm far away from home" - Great Big Sea, "River Driver"

Feed the hungry

Protect women's health

Protect children's health

Give the gift of reading

Feed animals in shelter

Click these buttons, there's candy at the end

. . . just not for you

As your lord and commander, I order you to have a good day!

Signed,

Your Lord and Commander

April is the Cruellest Month

2006-02-17T02:57:00.000Z

I've been reading a fair amount of T.S. Eliot recently....his melancholy drone and dreary style appeal to me....like a rainstorm on someone's funeral, or a death row pardon...two minutes too late, or the irony of a singer misusing the term "ironic" in a song called "ironic". Yep. Life's just chock fulla interesting these days.

Toronto is very far away.

Montreal, while very close, is also very far away

"We are the hollow men
We are the hollow men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!"

Or how about this one:

"What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. "

Or this one:
"There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate,
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea."

Yes, Eliot is an interesting poet.

if you can read this, you look harder than most.

fate rewards those who look beyond the outside

my love is with me still, at the core of my heart, next to my soul

Yep. Wer;e dones here, I think.

Time for yes, and time for no, and time for a drink before I go

2006-01-25T04:45:00.000Z

Life is a many-splendoured thing

Why? Sometimes, when you least expect it, your wildest dreams sneak up on you and come true.

I have a love in my life, and that gives me such strength as would move mountains, raise valleys, and cause great men to shy away in awe.

it is said that I am a carrot. Well, no, it isn't, really. I just said that to confuse you.

HA HA FOOLED YOU!

*claps hands three times*

So, how are you?

...

*ahem*

...

I said, "How are you?"

...

ANSWER ME, DAMN IT

...sorry. Sometimes I get a little aggravated, and then....

Then I turn orange and fly away

*walks to the window and begins flapping his arms wildly*

THUS ENDETH THE LESSON.

It's 2:44am, do you know where your phone booth is?

2005-12-13T07:45:00.000Z

Firefly is like a submarine.

How? There's a small crew, alone in the sea of space, on a cramped vessel.

Of course, there are also women. And far fewer Germans. hehe.....

"What are you afraid of....ze Germans?"

My feet are cold

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This blog is an expression of Chaos theory

check this out.

Does your head hurt yet?

Roll a will save DC35 to avoid going mad

Haha! You fail!

Jello

Yeah, okay. We're done here.

Hey look! I'm actually using this now

2005-11-29T06:54:00.000Z

Haha! Fooled you! no I'm not.

Seriously. There's nothing here.

Why are you still reading?

Look, bugger off.

Okay, fine, you want something?

Here: www.therainforestsite.com

Amuse yourself with that. And once you're done, go here

BAM!

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2005-09-02T05:46:00.000Z

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"Blog" sounds like something I would do while kneeling over a toilet after a night of heavy inebriation.

This should suffice. I seek to write no more on this topic.

A tree falls alone
The sound is heard only by squirrels
A life is ended

Bunraku sandwich
My blender has no Jesus
I am a monkey

The tortoise awakes
His lazy eye lolls over
He just crushed my house

A fence bore a sign
Beyond it, a dirty form
"Beware of poet"

Look out Superman!
There are people in a bat!
Falling Waffle Iron!