Proposal Down the Disposal

When I meet that special someone, I will ask her to marry me. And when I do, it'll be in the most original way ever. More original than anything you've ever heard of.

It will be hidden in a puzzle, a song, or an interpretive dance, or maybe a complex sequence of history-changing world events all orchestrated by me alone, and they will all lead up to me slowly taking to one knee, looking up into her eyes and holding out a shiny diamond ring.... During a bright red sunset, standing high atop the smoldering wreckage of some colossal war machine (which we just destroyed), in a desolate and bleary wasteland in the middle of Africa. And also world peace will be achieved that day.

...or the cliche'd and tired ol' "Will ya marreh meh?"...

Eat your Lollered Greens

Redmeat.com

So funny. Some pretty vuglar stuff in there, but still, super-funny.

Vuglar. Vugly, even.

Rapid Eye Misuse

I almost looked at some softcore just now. But I decided to blog instead. It's called a cycle for a reason. I'm so tired. It's something to look flowered to tonight.

Picture Future

It's that feeling when you look at a picture... usually a piece of art... and you feel that it must, in some way, say something about your personal future.

It's the same as Deja vu, only run backwards, and shinier.

The World is a Loud Place

I keep hearing people around me -as I dink around on campus- who have their headphones turned up loud enough for me to hear it. Silly noise-loving people. I don't know what it takes to get ear damage, but it seems to me they may be risking it.

To quote um... -a quick googling shows that it's Aristotle- "Everything in moderation..." Is that a good standard of living?

Sadder than electricity.

I'm sad. You're probably wanting me to do something about it. There's nothing I can do. And that's why, like electricity, I am blue.

Haha, that's pathetic. It would be just awful if I were actually like that.