Thinking about starting a Hotties Calendar
lemme know what you think

legit post

A writer is a temp-let through which the human experience is interpreted through an individual. Be it fantasy, fiction or even the truth (()_o) through narrative, poem or coherent language, the author reveals more than intended.

or something.
Incidentally, I was not devoured by the ghost of Dave, Grand Specter of Wendy. And I would like to take a moment to reassure the public, of whom I am apart, that there is no cabal of sinister fast food mascots.

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http://fawstin.blogspot.com/2008/05/islam-vs-peace.html
this guy makes me very, very sad.
I'm too depressed to reply openly. But wished the world to know of these dark thoughts

Wednesday

I lie (or is it lay) awake
again. I work in the morning
five am. The serenity of night

time and time again/Time Out/what time is it?

It's time to straighten up
time to fly right
time to stop falling with grace
time to start missing the ground
time to fly when having fun
time to take my head from out the clouds
time to put your feets on the ground
time to stop
It's time to look
time, now, to leap
It's time, Miller time
time to hold 'em
time to know when to fold 'em
time to come to your senses
time to come back from those fences
time to save in a bottle
time for parsley, sage, rosemary
thyme, too, at the fair
time to buy!
time: two o'clock
It's time to eat lunch


-Marcus

Image and Valetines Day

Post under contrustion.
Sorry

Yikes! a whole day slept away? I could do worse

I was planning on writing about Ruby's glorious return from Germany. Spain's will-be triumph. I was going to talk about our home after leaving for Michigan and returning to find Fleas over running it. My research of current Sci-Fi trends: Mostly across between The Foundation (book); Star Trek TNG (TV); and Freelancer (game). Speaking of distractions, why does the hospital close at 4:30?

Anyway, all of that aside, I've found plenty to keep me a float. None of it worth while - worth reading about, I mean. typical day-today affairs - rationing rum and retarring the ship and the like, Arg. Actually I've had to struggle to find the time to write, which is curious as usually I do everything i can to keep my self from the enjoyable (yet despicable) task. Today I used the hour waiting for an oil change and 24 pt inspection at the dealer to organize some thoughts.

I know this isn't the most interesting of posts. as i intent to mostly speak of myself. But i feel a strange dualism. On one hand I'm utterly depressed about my positions in life and have no meaningful plan to correct this malign. On the other hand. I feel good. mostly Positive and mostly willing  to face the darkening days (daze) ahead. sometimes it's ok to focus on the self and one's own self interests. (i sure hope so)

In an unrelated notion, Congrats to all those who've found their footing in this sea.

Tomorrow's post will be shipwright'd to full sail.

I s'pose i need to make a blog post. I was actually looking forward to it. But I'm tired and i promised my self i would finish my Writing exercizes for the post man on the marrow. And i'm getting swore.

Promised updates soon

a hiatus

Hiatus is not the correct term. continuing to not start is more accurate. I started a fictional blog on Tumblr.com. I like the idea of two seperate entites for different reasons -posts. One for thoughts, one for more "professional"-style writings.
However, html tools of Tumblr are terrible. So, I'm rethinking my plan.

Thoughts

Oops

So little time
no, wait, thats wrong
I've all the time in the world
unfortunately i've spent it
less constructively prehaps
mostly job searching
life is a most challenging

nevertheless i've not lost yet
a sense of need
Should all go well
I will regale the web
with tales of wonder

read below this following sentence.

i believe i'm down to seven (7) posts behind.

the word of the day: expurgate

not to be confused with extricate or extra-gate, Expurgate means to shorten or abridge by omittion of parts considered indelicate. or (my favorite synonym: Bowdlerise)

A reintroduction

Hello world
i've tekken a much, much, much needed hiatus and ride myself of self deriding thoughts. futhermore, i am ready, now like never before, to show the world my bad self.
So between future, posts (growing to daily(cross figers)) and renewed (started) job searching we'll see how well i can maintain my networking... (i's roll) of caurse, my ever-complacient computorial friend has quit networking. basicly, the sharing and networking utility refuses to load. replaced drivers be damned. the crazy thing is the Repair fuction from the hard-drive and the repair function from the system disks also refuse to function. Further any (and all tried) security prgms freeze when they encounter the malware.
so, while every thing else works, fuck the wireless (rather, it sez: 'fuck you'). i'm planing to go hardwire. so i await an enthernet cable, until then, thanks to Ruby for her magnificent lending of her computer.

Thanks to all, and exquisite new years!
-marcus

Good Morning, world!
Recently, in addition to my SwineFlew, I seem to have come down with some serious Disgaea-isis. It's a trouble, chronic illness that causes me to lose long tracks of time and periodic procrastination.

Yet, with treatment and a bit of rest, i am back and writing.
On another note, i've re-stuctured munchousen story. Update's tonight. Lezay, ug, 8:36pm

Treibly sorry

Hola! loyal readers.
Sorry about the absence of posts.
I came down with a case of the swine flew.
thats right. i didn't mistype. You see, a while back i discovered this pig, Herman. Anyhoo, we took him in for shelter. We had planned to send Herman to a friend of my mom who has a farm being that the swine had no brand or ID marks. Well, on tuesday I found out that Herman had escaped from a genetic research centre. And the guys in the black van that stopped by to retrieve him didn't seem very nice but, being the patriotic folks that I am I choose to return Herman. we didn't even mind their guns waving about and threatening remarks. Of course when we couldn't produce the pig, I took a totally uncoerced ride with them to their lair. i'd tell you about the trip, but i chose to wear a blindfold. i awoke sometime later, in a heated, rodent free cell.

long story short, if you've ever wondered if you might sleep with that jerk in the bar who told you: "when pigs fly" Well, i hope you saved their number.

In unrelated news, Thanks to Fro for his contriubtion to the Munhousen tale. I'll post the next instalment tomorrow.

guests

Gutentag!
guess where i'm posting from. go on, guess. you'll never guess. just stop it. stop guessing now.

my couch outside! in the tranquil drizzling rain.
...is where i should be posting from.
alas! my home has been invaded by folks and friends. now i msut socialize and be friendly. grr bargey barge. awell.

now i msut go!

away!

HEY! sup

so, i had intended to post some comic(s) today. However, my camera's broke. so... as soon as my camera's working again, expect some hilarity here.

please bare with.

in the mean time, i meant to tell the world about a comment a while ago. A few posts ago i was wrestling with a poetic notion: the problem of sound and hearing (i guess, one could put it). anyway, A friend of mine: Benjermen Lindsey (sorry if i spelt that wrong) suggested the very thing i had hoped to describe in a succinct phrase.
"when things get too loud, they become as impossible to hear as silence."
is what he said. so i just wanted to say, "thanks"

thanks, ben!

-marcus

distraction

recently i've started a new game. BIOSHOCK.
anyway it's kept me from my work, i suppose. But here's the thing, for those who don't know, Bioshock is a FPS that has a unquie mechanic by which the player by which i mean me by which i mean you can gain and use supernatural powers. things like electric bolts, telekensis, shooting flame and the like. Well, as i turns out, the game has one of my most desired ablity: the mutation to shoot bees from my veins.
I can't think of a cooler power then that. 'cept meeby teleportion.
'ust imagine: you're at the movie theatre. standing in line when some one cuts in front of you. "'cuse me sir, but... BEES!" then you unleash a swarm of bees to terrorize them.
mostly, i think, i'd use my bees as a smoke screen or something.

anyways, thats wats been on me mind.

-marcus

p.s. i'm throwing a pirate themed barbaque next monday. it'd be ARRRGmazin'!