I love Kitties.
went to the humane shelter. bad choice. fell in love with an adorible kitten (2 months). She's really not that cute: kinda scrawny and akward. She's my soul mate. I picked her up and she bent over backwards trying to lick my hands. adoribly ungraceful.
they named her "Whopper."
thats somesorta animal abuse.
anyway, now we're going to try to figure out if and how we can abopt her. Although we've no plans for the future.
yay!
-keep it real...ish. Marcus
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Dreams
So i had a dream last night that i must simply share with someone.
so you, faithful readers, get a glimpse into the elusive Marcus psyche.
I was at an open house or, perhaps a museum. I dunno it was some place incredibly not fun. dream me figured if i was going to be here, i was going to be high. The thing is, i was with a bunch of friends from work: Ian, Lynn, Sorrell, and someone else i can't recall. and everyone else wasn't interacting with us. So i happened to have my pipe with me and weed. I started packing it such that it wouldn't attract attention, but i bumped into Ian and dropped the bowl. Fortunately this gave me someone to smoke with. we proceed to go smoke up. It was great 'cause my weed was shwag-ariffic, so when someone produces a bud... well, then i woke up.
i guess, though, that's why they call it a dream.
so you, faithful readers, get a glimpse into the elusive Marcus psyche.
I was at an open house or, perhaps a museum. I dunno it was some place incredibly not fun. dream me figured if i was going to be here, i was going to be high. The thing is, i was with a bunch of friends from work: Ian, Lynn, Sorrell, and someone else i can't recall. and everyone else wasn't interacting with us. So i happened to have my pipe with me and weed. I started packing it such that it wouldn't attract attention, but i bumped into Ian and dropped the bowl. Fortunately this gave me someone to smoke with. we proceed to go smoke up. It was great 'cause my weed was shwag-ariffic, so when someone produces a bud... well, then i woke up.
i guess, though, that's why they call it a dream.
Monday, January 26, 2009
...blogging...
Untill recently, I've not taken serious thought about my own blog. What i wanna do with it.
I've tried ranting. I'm not very good at it; as i've discovered that i've accepted the fact that i really don't Know anything (safe that i know i don't Know).
I attempted to use this as a public record of my personal writing exercises. Unfortunately, I feel better writing by hand, with quill and parchment, such that a "scribbling" blog isn't comfortable.
I felt i might post finisheder works here. Yet, i worry that someone might stumble and steal my ideas. (it's not an actual consern. I just need three things to make the post look thorough.)
Anyway, My new plan is to simply use the blogosphere to facilitate a form of socialization. kinda like shouting exposition into an empty room. I figure that if I get comfortable speaking with my fingers, i'll be able to "talk" more. Also, I plan to pratice drawing again and post my sketches up here.
also there's this:
later!
I've tried ranting. I'm not very good at it; as i've discovered that i've accepted the fact that i really don't Know anything (safe that i know i don't Know).
I attempted to use this as a public record of my personal writing exercises. Unfortunately, I feel better writing by hand, with quill and parchment, such that a "scribbling" blog isn't comfortable.
I felt i might post finisheder works here. Yet, i worry that someone might stumble and steal my ideas. (it's not an actual consern. I just need three things to make the post look thorough.)
Anyway, My new plan is to simply use the blogosphere to facilitate a form of socialization. kinda like shouting exposition into an empty room. I figure that if I get comfortable speaking with my fingers, i'll be able to "talk" more. Also, I plan to pratice drawing again and post my sketches up here.
also there's this:
later!
Monday, January 19, 2009
sooo.... peanut butter paste...
well, it seems each year is not with out it's food contamination. samolna on Spinch, Tomatos (found to actually be jalapeno peppers) and now in peanut paste. as if 2006's "mad beef" wasn't enough.
alas, that is the inherent problem with storing massive amounts of life sustaining matter in a single area.
alas, that is the inherent problem with storing massive amounts of life sustaining matter in a single area.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
2day
i'm too angry at myself to express things to day.
p.s. sorry about yesterday's incomplete post; i got called away rather urgently. actually, i'm not sorry at all
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
g'day!
long time, no blog.
I can't think of anything really to express today. So i'll go with an interesting event. Recentally i've been telling (making up) a story aloud to myself (and my girl, albeit she's generally asleep).
it is the tale of the Sticklebacks, a curious creature from deep in the forests. they stand a mere three feet (adverage) and are covered with fine, leafy green feathers. genterally the feathers are aspen shaped.
I can't think of anything really to express today. So i'll go with an interesting event. Recentally i've been telling (making up) a story aloud to myself (and my girl, albeit she's generally asleep).
it is the tale of the Sticklebacks, a curious creature from deep in the forests. they stand a mere three feet (adverage) and are covered with fine, leafy green feathers. genterally the feathers are aspen shaped.
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