So I was in the shower, and I suddenly had this urge to redecorate my bedroom. I quickly put a towl on, and while still dripping wet, began my task.
A short way into the project, I decided that I'd like to put some of my old posters back on the walls. However, when I had opened my closet to retrieve said posters, I'd realized they were thrown in with a whole of other crap. Crap from years and years ago, that for some strange reason, I still had.
And so began a new task. The task of sorting through all that junk, and clearing out the crap that I didn't need nor want anymore.
I tried to take one of the boxes out, and everything fell out on me. I was in pain, but I pressed on with my goal.
Aside from the 900 or so Far Side calander comics that went everywhere, I found a lot of old books and notepads, and a crap load of little notes and doodles. One such note that I found, which wasn't in my hand writing, was on the back of one of my old notebooks. It read as follows,
Yes, it means as much to me as it does to you. Moving right along...
I found one particular tub that had a lot of memorable things in it. One such thing, the most incredible of all that I found, was a bag of raw coal! Yes, you read that right. Raw coal. I feel a flashback coming on...
Years ago, when I was but a young lad, I attended a science expo at a power plant. At this expo, there were many little experiments being demostrated, and all sorts of things to do with electricity and the creation of it. As we all left, we were given a sort of show bag thing. In this bag contained a little ziplock bag of raw coal from the power plant. Amazing. Back to the current story...
So as I'm sorting through all my old crap, I come across this bag. I thought it had dirt in it, and my first thought was "WTF?!" But after further investigation, I saw that on the front of the bag it read "Raw Coal. 1994"
1994. 10 years ago. I have had a bag of raw coal in my posession for 10 years.
And thus concludes my story for the day.
Also, during my cleaning, I heard what sounded like the little girl next door beating something to death with a stick. Possibly her brother. Motive is still unknown. We'll have updates later in the evening.
Isn't that the most amazing thing you've read all day? I thought so.
Oh, and to make more room in my bedroom, I had to nail my Matrix Reloaded cardboard movie display to the wall. There's something strangely satisfying about hammering a nail through Neo's head.
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«»The Scratchware Manifesto
-¬thoughts from beyond observance
A short way into the project, I decided that I'd like to put some of my old posters back on the walls. However, when I had opened my closet to retrieve said posters, I'd realized they were thrown in with a whole of other crap. Crap from years and years ago, that for some strange reason, I still had.
And so began a new task. The task of sorting through all that junk, and clearing out the crap that I didn't need nor want anymore.
I tried to take one of the boxes out, and everything fell out on me. I was in pain, but I pressed on with my goal.
Aside from the 900 or so Far Side calander comics that went everywhere, I found a lot of old books and notepads, and a crap load of little notes and doodles. One such note that I found, which wasn't in my hand writing, was on the back of one of my old notebooks. It read as follows,
Quote:
<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">Tris is gay.
1997.
Since 8/85</font>
1997.
Since 8/85</font>
Yes, it means as much to me as it does to you. Moving right along...
I found one particular tub that had a lot of memorable things in it. One such thing, the most incredible of all that I found, was a bag of raw coal! Yes, you read that right. Raw coal. I feel a flashback coming on...
Years ago, when I was but a young lad, I attended a science expo at a power plant. At this expo, there were many little experiments being demostrated, and all sorts of things to do with electricity and the creation of it. As we all left, we were given a sort of show bag thing. In this bag contained a little ziplock bag of raw coal from the power plant. Amazing. Back to the current story...
So as I'm sorting through all my old crap, I come across this bag. I thought it had dirt in it, and my first thought was "WTF?!" But after further investigation, I saw that on the front of the bag it read "Raw Coal. 1994"
1994. 10 years ago. I have had a bag of raw coal in my posession for 10 years.
And thus concludes my story for the day.
Also, during my cleaning, I heard what sounded like the little girl next door beating something to death with a stick. Possibly her brother. Motive is still unknown. We'll have updates later in the evening.
Isn't that the most amazing thing you've read all day? I thought so.
Oh, and to make more room in my bedroom, I had to nail my Matrix Reloaded cardboard movie display to the wall. There's something strangely satisfying about hammering a nail through Neo's head.
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«»The Scratchware Manifesto
-¬thoughts from beyond observance
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