What can I say, I told myself I would never become a blogger, and here I am again writing on a blog and enjoying it.
Don’t worry the fear is still there, but it is mitigated by the fact that I indeed have an audience to see my writings.
As long as the performer has an audience he or she continues to perform.
So here I dance. I sing, I love and die. You, my friends and occasionally my enemies can read what happens between my ears and wonder at it.
It’s amazing I can keep a string of thought on any given day. My mind lives in every moment like a fuse leading to a big cartoon bomb. Is that bomb death? Is it rebirth? No one seems to know the answers.
Life is for living. Today I feel life more than ever. I feel weighted. Not pain, or sadness, just heavy. This is a good thing. It’s a reminder of our density. Some say we only see things as solid because our eyes were made to see what we can not pass our entity through, must be something solid. They say that the world is actually a lot of empty space in between atoms. We are a collection of parts that in essence are not even physically connected. We are the ether.
What is this density? Is it the weight of reality, or have I thrown a mental anchor. Can I grow from here?
Only time will tell.
>Day two!
Upon awakening this afternoon I heard a vase fall down the stairs. My guess is that there is an evil spirit living in our house, and he doesn’t like us because we’re not members of the Republican party.
I plan to expell the spirit tonight by turning up the TV loudly when The Daily Show and The Colbert Report come on. If that doesn’t work I have lots of garlic, a plunger, and incense.
>Day one of three.
Seeing BAD has told you about some of his personal life, it is time for the Overlord to shine hers upon the center stage (as usual).
As I lay asleep in the early morning I had a dream of a prophecy, the dream told of my work schedule. It told me I would be off of work in time for a party. Then the dream was shattered when the alarm of terror screamed it’s horrid show tune nightmare. I dressed in garb that befit the weekday warrior and went to work, only to find I was early for work, by 3 days.
I returned to my lair and changed into my overlording clothes.
Not to mention the pearl ring of Cyantology, earrings and the pearl bracelet of gentle falsities, oh and one must not forget to mention the red sun hat (to conceal the horns on my head). I drank the finest tea from Honolulu and had a giant bratwurst. I ventured into society, most of them think I’m human so I was safe.
During my outing I came upon items that a female overlord must possess. Seashell jewelery and hair thingy of the earth which claims to be made in the Philippines on the packaging, but then says it’s made in china on the clip itself. And some soap along the way…
I had a drink fit for the divine, a lemonade energy drink… I walked through the park and went home to drink more tea and annoy people.
One day off down, two more to go.
>Hai again
Well here we are. I am back from work full of ire and tuna bake.
Yes! You guessed it, my first (full) installment of my blogginshins.
First of all. I love coffee. I know, this is a revelation. I also really love tuna bake. Especially when it has those crunchy onions on top…….mmmm….mmmmm.
Unlike other blogs, I intend to push the limits of blogging. I intend of showing you me, naked and unblocked by trivial blather. So lets do it!
Tuna bake is good! Seriously, try some. Get yourself some of that tuna helper and make it. DON’T forget the crispy onions!! You’ll be sorry.
I drink a lot of coffee. I mean at least 6 cups a day. Maybe I should cut back? Nah….
Ever notice that some people have large foreheads? Some people it looks like they have almost no forehead at all! What is up with that?
Bottle caps. Think about it.
Here’s a great story…..
There once was a princess in a far of city called Beverley Hills. Her name was Pamela Anderson. She was originally from a barren frozen wasteland called Canada. She was the most beautiful princess to ever schlep for a crappy beer company and this launched her to super stardom.
Well, OK it got her a part in an exploitive show about sexy people in skin tight bathing suits. This was OK cause she got to work with David Hasselhoff. Who, when standing next to her, made her look even more gorgeous.
Eventually she met a prince named Tommy Lee. He was the most courageous prince in all the land. He played the drums for a band that wore girls makeup.
He gave her hepatitis. The end.
I know, really good stuff. It’s gonna be in my book of children’s stories. Don’t worry they are not all as doom and gloomy as that one. Some are much darker. Kids love that stuff!!
Anyway, I think I mentioned I like tuna bake earlier, but I think it bears another go. Tuna bake is good.
Well the alcohol is now fighting the caffeine. Time to relax and unwind. I hope you enjoyed this little interlude. 🙂
>Next weeks co author position.
It’s up for grabs to anyone who likes the idea of Journey Cloth shaped toilet paper. All the people who post in this entry will have their names put into a bag, and then I’ll reach into it at the end of the week to pull out the winner!
>A thought and an act.
We the Uru purists should be in charge of this new Uru. But we face a problem.
It’s clear that when we’re this outnumbered by impure people who want to make nonsense, run around in colored skin or as upside down flying bahro, we have to rule the non purists through intimidation. That’s why the single most important thing we can do as cavern purists is dominate all the shards. Need MORE proof?
“Let us join together and to rule over content upon sea and sky from hard disk to hard disk”- Joe The Greeter 4002.
I’d say that about covers it. Because if we don’t dominate the non purists, you’d better believe they will be dominating us!!! Imagine if you will, someone making a YouTube video from this idea.
“As the shards churn” – By Overlord Tomala.
One liner: What if the haxxors won and we surrendered to our “fellow” community members?
Tag line: “It’s just like MOUL! Only at our fingertips!!!”
Where: Any shard you want to go to
When: The near future! All hail the shard owners once again! All having the ability to do as they did 3 years ago, only now them and their team of haxx0rs have source code at their fingertips. Their first project is to engineer purple laser guided loaves of French bread to defend themselves from the flying lima bean infestation.
Our heroine (the overlord, who in this story, plays an ordinary equal), has linked to eder kemo on one of the shards, only to find that someone turned the brain trees into singing jellyfish, the puffer plants into giant bongs, and the pond water into lime jello. Fearing for her life she links to Ae’Gura, only to find King Kong and a T Rex knocked it over in a fight over in a verbal fight to see who is more right than the other.
Some shards are giving lessons in D’ni, but only one shard is giving lessons in Sheepish.
When all hope seems to be lost, Tomala teams up with the last surviving leaders from the last reign of power. And they create the meter room shard.
The end?
If thoughts like that don’t scare you, then you need to think less.
>First day
Hai.
Today I am tired. I may expand on this later. My brain is on standby. I will have more for you all later, but typing cohesively actually hurts my brain right now.
Your lazy friend BAD
>This weeks co author:
On Sunday morning, BAD will be the co author of the week. I didn’t pick him because he is one of those slackers. I picked him because he’s one hell of a leader. He’s so good at ruling over the GOW that you can hardly tell he’s doing anything! You’d think he is some sort of plain ordinary member or something…
I came upon this choice when using the dart board of destiny, and the dart landed on BAD’s ass.
>Such tragic times we live in.
Does anyone here wish that (I know that Cyan can’t support it at the moment) Uru were going to be Cyan created instead of fan run? I know I do…
Oh God Rand yes! Mainly because I want an official leader to tell me what to do, what to think, and what order I should play the ages in (I hear if you play the ages backwards, you become a Satan worshiper Slackers member).
I feel common ground for those of us who are afraid to think for ourselves. Which is why I’m torn that Cyan would give the fan community it’s own control. Granted, it is nice to think we will see each other again. But that security blanket Cyan gave us back in prologue and MOUL will not exist anymore. It is just tragic.
I’d rather sit in my room staring at myself sitting on the bench in Eder Kemo alone, than be with individuals in an Open Source community. But being the overlord that I am, I’ll join this new community and try to take control for myself. Once I take part in a shard or 12, I’ll have everyones attention. And when I do, I’ll explain at that time why this freedom sucketh so much.