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Wednesday, November 28, 2001
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OMAD(21:34 PM) :
Oh, and one comment while I'm thinking about it.. you stated on your blog somewhere about how you ventured into a social life through a g/f. I somehow remember a friend asking you to hang out with them more often, coming around to pester you, getting you out of the house, coming to movies and even inviting you to an Easter camp. Maybe not such a big deal, but it was on my mind.... I'm lazy, so, I'm just pasting. But, well. It's pretty much all true. Thanks Damo. Noe Blog off all of you before this gets sentimental or somethin'. Boom, Baby. -Kiljoy the lazy. "Yadda yadda. Blah blah." -Me, Now. ==/BeginPost== Sunday, November 25, 2001
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Well well.
A flurry of small blogs, then... Silence. So what has our interprid hero been up to? Protagonist for all you English litt'ers. Well. He's been settling into this new house of his. The bugs seem to have disappeared, but I have the sudden fear that they will return after breeding in greater numbers. Also... I think I had a dream about Furbies recently... For quite a time I have been meaning to let you all in on the truth. The truth of the Furbies. You see, furbies are behind all great evils. Millenia ago, they sent their genetically altered children here int eh form of children. Over the years and years and years and years and years and years, they have been subliminally programming us to create Furbies with carefully timed clicks and clucks, which generate a neural cascade pattern in our ear drums. This has spawned the Furby. And the Furby generation 2. And then, Baby furbies..... Shelbies... And now Furbies that WALK. There is no limit to their evil. Soon the walking furbies will give way to one's able to actually talk english, with arms and hands and aposable thumgs. Left in charge of our young, these Cyber Furbies will teach our children that they should serve Furbies, while reverse engineering their playschool talking Ernie into a death ray. We will all fall before the Furbish hordes soon, unless we fight back NOW. If you see a small child witha Furby, snatch it from their grasp and run from their screaming mother or enraged father. Fling the Furby, and yourself if you must, in front of oncoming traffic. It's upto you!! But, outside of that, what else do I have to rant on. Congrats to the Schoolies who passed their tests. Make sure you have fake ID witha photo when you go into a liquor store. And don't come into mine if I know you. Windows XP has been unleashed upon us all. Perhaps the first nearly decent windows ever... Next to Win2K... Time will tell. SWGN on the horizon. Funkification. I'm gonna enter a suicide team. 3, maybe 4 people. We will play for fun, not for victory. As for Don't Ask, Don't Tell... Well, we have webspace on Keenspace. But there ain't much there yet. Web Monkey's been lazy. I intend to get some art done for the site soon too, but it doesn't seem to happen. Still, there should definetly be activity on their over these holidays. Right now, I actually need to do TAFE assignments that I've had for about a month and that's due in tommorrow. Boom, Baby. -Kiljoy the lazy "Have you drawn the strip yet?" -Virohex "Have you made the webpage yet?" -Me ==/BeginPost==  |