tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78511782012-02-16T14:49:34.507-08:00The illustrious ramblings of an idiosyncratic fellow (Man of Feeling, perhaps?), complete with nonsensical tintinabulationsShannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.comBlogger501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-53062102422717102652008-04-04T19:05:00.000-07:002008-04-04T19:12:23.963-07:00

Although I have not posted on this blog in awhile, I feel the need to express a few general thoughts. Call these thoughts existential angst, too much time on my hands, or what have you, but when I feel the need to write, I rarely deny myself the chance.I feel a lot of my depression coming back. I decided to go off my pills for awhile to see what happens when it comes back, which may have been a

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-46766261121230943772007-01-27T12:36:00.000-08:002007-01-27T12:47:11.082-08:00

I had a riveting discussion with some coworkers about the significance of detail in literature. Alright, they would not have worded it that way, but that is what happened. Honest.At any rate, what happened was that a coworker overheard me talking about Dostoevsky and Dickens. And so she admitted that she did not have a taste for Dickens for the same reason she hated Stephen King... she felt

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-82919776286888714872007-01-21T07:54:00.000-08:002007-01-21T08:08:21.756-08:00

This is the first post in what I hope to be a regular series. Considering my background in academia, I am prone to examine closely the quirks and mannerisms that make some of the storytellers wildly accepted as 'masters' the professionals they are. One of the things I noticed, upon my journey through many a page, is that two basic rules apply to any great writer: they either help the reader

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-62836446188261093202007-01-14T07:27:00.000-08:002007-01-14T07:47:24.138-08:00

This is the point in the new year in which the rosy colored outlook begins to fade, the snow in city streets turns to a thick black crud (at least in parts that have snow...) and everyone is left with the knowledge that new years resolutions are more difficult to attend to than previously anticipated.In short, it is the slump that everyone must get over. I myself have been relatively busy trying

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Another year! As I've been preparing a business plan for the MonsterIntern ebookstore, I have been rather busy. I've been doing a lot of research on the ebook format, including open ebook standards, sales expectations, etc. I am becoming more and more convinced that this will be a very hot market, and that the time is ripe for my work to gather the audience it deserves.With a new year comes

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1165087245609064122006-12-02T11:13:00.000-08:002006-12-02T11:20:45.626-08:00

I have been reading a lot about literature lately, and am constantly discovering new facets of it. The art of storytelling is an interesting and subtle art, one whose composition (as opposed to mere superficial study) I have not been as well versed in as I would like.Sure, I understand the use of metaphors, imagery, symbolism, dichotomy, syllogism, and the such, but I never thought of each of

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1164673996457551052006-11-27T16:20:00.000-08:002006-11-27T16:33:16.613-08:00

At my site, we have been devoted to the goal of encouraging, advocating, and participating in storytelling. However, as is the case when I decided not to continue further in university, the time has ultimately come for me to PARTICIPATE in the art of storytelling. I have been doing this to a certain degree with Monster Intern, but only to a certain extent and with limited marketability.I have

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1162086740312074662006-10-28T18:41:00.000-07:002006-10-28T18:53:46.563-07:00

I have been slacking... yes, even I do it from time to time. But I thought you might be interested in a few things I managed to find in my last minute scrounged work before I go to bed-time: The International Internet Marketting Association is a wonderful source of information on internet marketting, plus it is a not-for-profit organization, which makes the information not only easily accessible

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1161863982933721262006-10-26T04:41:00.000-07:002006-10-26T04:59:43.123-07:00

Working on the page... working working oh so very hard on the page. I've developed an idea for an archive layout, and hope to integrate it soon... I am finding out the hard way how few hours there are in a day for ambitious people, and understand why business folk are constantly in a rush-- though my adage still is that the majority of people are in a rush to get nowhere. I sent a short piece

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1161562989652807592006-10-22T17:14:00.000-07:002006-10-22T17:23:09.653-07:00

A question I bring up in my forum is "exactly what good to society does storytelling accomplish?" This is based on the completion of the novel, Hope in Hell, a description of doctors without borders. The organization, and rightfully so, sees "raising awareness" as a last resort, often considered a sign of failure. The reason? If the doctors have to resort to storytelling, then it means they

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1161359505623393172006-10-20T08:35:00.000-07:002006-10-20T08:51:45.933-07:00

I could not (and still cannot) believe that Daniel Pearl is being treated to such an abuse as to be associated with tabloid Queen (as well as queen of delayed reaction, aka queen of the obvious) Angelina Jolie. The man stood for everything that is good and noble not only for journalism, but for storytelling. To be paired with a failing actress desperately trying to rekindle the dying flames of

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1160874181602904292006-10-14T17:54:00.000-07:002006-10-14T18:03:01.603-07:00

The trick of storytelling is a mixture of things. Any good writer is trying to do two conflicting things at once: attempt to have a place to escape for people, a fantasy realm, and attempt to have them see reality for what it is. In other words, a writer tries to make people turn away and simultaneously look toward the problems and quirks of our world.Is it a balance? Does a writer choose one

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1160751159971872222006-10-13T07:48:00.000-07:002006-10-13T07:52:39.973-07:00

Greetings and salutations,I am currently working on a horror short for the website. I hope to finish it soon, and will hope to update regularly for halloween (my favourite holiday).I also managed to find a way to tighten my javascript even more due to the with(){} statement. Should cut down on the document.writeln's and shorten them up to simply with(document){writeln('asffasdfjk')}. This

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1160690714879002832006-10-12T14:55:00.000-07:002006-10-12T15:05:14.880-07:00

I had a revelation. I knew the coding on my site could use a bit of an overhaul. I had a simple plan: I wanted to embed a list file so that the table of contents on my page would not necessarily need to be updated per page, but rather by updating one file. As I took a look at the coding involved, I dived, rambo-style, into the javascript. I wrote miles upon miles of document.writeln's, clumbed

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1160613786428110912006-10-11T17:31:00.000-07:002006-10-11T17:43:06.436-07:00

Ah, the wonders of attempting to keep up content...I am trying to keep up my site as much as possible, but the updating is a little tiring. If I could do it full time, that would make for 1) better content and 2) more updates, but alas, someone has to put food up on the table.Marketting my marketting site (my squidoo lens) is also tiring, though that I have, admittedly, let alone to pasture to

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1160509440795246212006-10-10T12:32:00.000-07:002006-10-10T12:44:00.993-07:00

In the long haul to develop an idea and a marketable product, I have come at a crossroads between tangible and intangible. In his book, Intellectual Capital (which can be found on my squidoo lens), Thomast Stewart comments that the most valuable asset any company has are its intangibles; great minds make money more directly for a company in today's society than sheer resources once did for the

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1160420493514085692006-10-09T11:55:00.000-07:002006-10-09T12:02:45.430-07:00

I have a squidoo lens, called the storyteller, in which I am attempting to gain PR for my site. It is a long and arduous journey, this 'marketting', but I think I've become a bit better each day at it.The squidoo lens is basically a place for hobbyists and specialists to expose their knowledge. People who have a passion for a particular subject matter can go on the site and basically talk about

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1160332059732343182006-10-08T11:18:00.000-07:002006-10-08T11:27:39.736-07:00

There are two perspectives on working hard: one is that it is the only way of getting what you want, the other is that workaholism is only good at wearing you down.Sadly, I think both are true... which means that working hard is the only way of getting what you want, which incidentally also is extremely good at wearing you down.But I'm not complaining. Personally, if I sat down and really

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1160266784510717902006-10-07T17:19:00.000-07:002006-10-07T17:19:44.510-07:00

The internet is a wonderful place. Ideas have a direct correspondance to potential income, and knowledge is the foundation for interaction (hence the term 'information superhighway'). However, as the 'net becomes overflooded, what becomes more and more difficult is convincing users that a site is unique, worthwhile, interesting, and original enough to warrant spreading word of mouth, repeat

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1158922588135485152006-09-22T03:51:00.000-07:002006-09-22T03:56:28.146-07:00

I admit it... I did it. I swore I would always put the work into developing my own layout; I always thought templates were for blogs and other extended networks, but not for one's homepage. And yet... here I am, wrestling with time constraints, and my host offers a plethora of wonderfully expressive templates... ones which place a less cluttered look to my page and I am deciding that perhaps

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1158620850736725542006-09-18T16:04:00.000-07:002006-09-18T16:07:30.750-07:00

Greetings and salutations,To update on my excursion through creating an online web-presence (basically a marketable community of practice), I now have purchased a domain.The material from the psychomantium can now be found under http://www.monsterintern.com, under the "storyteller" section.I plan on having a LOT of content on the site. It will be basically divided into three sections, the

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1158245571957079672006-09-14T07:47:00.000-07:002006-09-14T07:55:03.733-07:00

Just like in terms of my current job (sloshing coffee), I am currently hard at work on something one would think comes easily: internet development.I say that one would think it comes easy because it takes a lot of hard work for an internet website to seem 'easy', and to be easily navigatable. I am currently attempting to develop breadcrumbs for my website (The Psychomantium) once it goes 'live'

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1158107391003601102006-09-12T17:23:00.000-07:002006-09-12T17:29:51.016-07:00

I know, I didn't update this page in awhile. But still, I thought I'd drop a line, blabber on about things...Observing the cars passing by, I am constantly frustrated by the human ability to waste resources. Four-seater cars polluting the air... with one driver on a cell-phone.Or, ditto, with a passenger being ignored.You can read my post on akpcep.com. It rants about this and other problems

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1144873179538849452006-04-12T13:13:00.000-07:002006-05-02T10:14:31.656-07:00

Ah it is that time again, when the winds blow less frigidly and the air is slightly more comforting. And when skirts are disgustingly short and teenage girls where clothing fit for the barbie dolls they SHOULD be playing with instead of having grossly underage sexual relations, increasing the annual siphylus growth spurt of 902 percent.Ah, spring is in the air. There is something inherently

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1144634764080861692006-04-09T18:51:00.000-07:002006-04-09T19:06:06.420-07:00

Bringing this 123I forget what the words were the words, those arcane, forgotten words that would conjure up the greatest of the gods to bring about the end the beginning the neverending...The revolution is upon me, the revolution has sunk its dire teeth into my flesh and I can feel it press upon me, making my heart beat just a moment faster than previously I am a sick dying bleeding fellow that

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1138336142122923352006-01-26T19:52:00.000-08:002006-01-26T20:29:02.196-08:00

The rain beat against his face as he stared up at the dark sky. It felt fresh against his cheeks, dripping down his chin. He curled his lip, closed his eyes and felt the darkness surround him, like a warm, desperate blanket.There was a remedy here. Indoctrinated into his lifestyle, he had become accustomed to the darker reading of the lighter side, but, he softly wondered as he stared up, was

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1132337762606411172005-11-18T10:01:00.000-08:002005-12-28T07:00:24.616-08:00

I have run into an annoying beast. It is one filled to the brim with megalomania. It is one rotten to the core with venereal disease. It is one whose brain-cells have long since festered away under an alcoholic haze. It is the unemotional.We have all met at least one or two of these creatures. These are those people who are so shallow, so incapable of passion, that they seem to be cartoon

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1121728423809628772005-07-18T15:44:00.000-07:002005-07-18T16:13:43.820-07:00

Greetings and salutations.I have recently been thinking. And as we all know, that is not necessarily news, let alone good news, but I believe, opiniona and all, I can stay out of trouble... for a short while. I have been thinking about the state of things. Yes, again, this is probably not news to anyone. It seems like I am constantly criticizing the world around me, sometimes harshly, mostly

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1120868987241997592005-07-08T16:57:00.000-07:002005-07-08T17:29:47.266-07:00

Found recently on BBC news online: "In Britain, it is estimated that some £770m ($1.2bn) is spent on prostitution every year, more than on cinemas or many other forms of entertainment."Basically, what that means to me? Dumb jocks have begun to rule over, and whores are getting more revenue than an older form of expression: storytelling. Perhaps not as old as agriculture, which, contrary to many

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1117901788644407302005-06-04T08:42:00.000-07:002005-06-04T09:16:28.683-07:00

The first thing I noticed upon watching the movie "Boogeyman", produced by the wonderful Sam Raimi and his Ghost House pictures, is the preview for The Cave . This was a disappointment on my part... not because the movie looks terribly bad. It doesn't look horrible or great, but that's not the point. The point is that I have 30 pages of a script called, tentatively, "The Cave", about a group

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1115737225935596102005-05-10T07:54:00.000-07:002005-12-28T07:14:00.773-08:00

Writing a screenplay is harder work than people give it credit. I just recently finished my first screenplay, and it took a total of 3-4 months (not sure if it was three or four... lost track of the days).I plan on writing another screenplay, and hopefully quickening the pace so that I can write in a more fastpaced environment (and that way I can also work at the same time... so that my average

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1115331143968353262005-05-05T14:38:00.000-07:002006-09-13T11:22:35.776-07:00

Having just finished reading The Ring (Manga), I feel pleased to be a part of the horror society (not an actual club, I am referring to the fact that I write horror).You see, as H. P. Lovecraft put it, "The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear" (Supernatural Horror in Literature, 1). And indeed, horror is still alive and in dire need of a creative influence. Although a handful of

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1115071274984391492005-05-02T14:50:00.001-07:002005-05-02T15:01:14.986-07:00

*sigh* well I just spent the entire day trying to find a job that is at least somewhat in my station. Nearest I can get is a photocopier. I am probably going to get a job at Tim Horton's... don't get me wrong, there are worse things...But how does a Bibliophile with an Undergrad settle for sloshing out coffee???!!!*sigh* However, you know what? I give this a chance to flip the proverbial bird

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1114399351363887572005-04-24T20:06:00.000-07:002005-04-24T20:22:31.363-07:00

Greetings and salutations, fellow fans!I have begun working on a screenplay. I fully intend to finish the manuscript by april 30th, which would put me in the running for a contest in which I can be an apprentice to the man who wrote the screenplay for The Grudge. It would also put me well in advance of the running for the 2005 eerie movie festival, in which I can have my script delivered into

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1113166517027468152005-04-10T13:45:00.000-07:002005-04-10T13:55:17.030-07:00

For the record, I want to make one thing clear: I have my views, they are not inflexible but there are certain topics it is just stupid and self-destructive to argue me on. People can do what or who they want, there just becomes a point where I have to say "I don't want to see that, keep it to yourself". This is MY perogative, and if anyone doesn't like it, take it elsewhere.That said, I find

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1112616426316874212005-04-04T05:05:00.000-07:002005-04-04T05:07:06.316-07:00

I thought I would update. Don't have much to say, but thought I'd drop a line anyway.For those who do not understand this concept, for the record, words ARE actions. So I thought I'd let anyone know this, who might be all whiny-gothy-oh-woe-is-me-I'm-in-priviliged-society-and-its-not-cool-to-smile.There. You can read this and enjoy. That is all.

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1103732633941078062004-12-22T08:05:00.000-08:002004-12-22T08:23:53.940-08:00

It is that time of year again. The time where you can think to yourself, "ah, I must relax, take a breather, celebrate the coming of The Christ that has at least attempted to cleanse the race of humanity, and without whom, the one True God would have smote us down full wroth." Or maybe a more secular version of the same, like "ah, here comes Santa Claus!" Nevertheless, this sigh, ephemeral and

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1101162580413262412004-11-22T14:03:00.000-08:002004-11-22T14:29:40.413-08:00

The most difficult aspect of Samuel Richardson's text, Pamela, is the manner in which his 'moralizing' occurs. The character begins with temptation, from her employer, Mr. B--. Taken as an allegory, then, Mr. B-- presents himself directly as a seed of temptation to poor Pamela, even going so far as forcing himself on her. However, within this construct, it becomes difficult to see exactly how

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1099165553490889432004-10-30T11:35:00.000-07:002004-10-30T12:50:45.580-07:00

The text of Robinson Crusoe proves popular quite likely for its ability to be reinterpreted. This does not mean simply in terms of modernization (though certainly, Crusoe has brushed up into modern life). Rather, it is within its universality that it holds popularity: everyone can see something of their own theory within the text. The ancient Greeks had a belief that the pursuit of happiness was

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1097693569033022032004-10-13T11:28:00.000-07:002004-10-13T12:00:13.736-07:00

After watching The Passion of the Christ for Thanksgiving holiday, one cannot help but be observant of the potential for Christian allegory. With this in mind, looking back unto The Man Of Feeling becomes quite interesting. One thing noted in the portrayal of Judas in the movie is the concept of the wicked seeing evil and the good seeing purity. Similarly, in The Man of Feeling, we have this

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1096326771824071722004-09-27T15:49:00.000-07:002004-09-27T16:12:51.826-07:00

Reading the Old Bailey online was a rather interesting and educational experience. For those readers who have not perused this archive, either go to here for a description of some obscure crimes (for instance, did you know that cursing the king was illegal?) or here for the front page. Another place to find gloriously delicious tales of criminals (especially fine if you do not mind the odd

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Reading Fantomina and The Tea-Table (Eliza Hayword) brings a rather immediate emotional sensation. One either likes the characters, or despizes them, and this is most true of the main character in Fantomina. The most jarring part of Fantomina was the depravity of the characters. Though the female character is adventurously (and arguably with reason) filled with strange morals-- such as

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1092660247643569632004-08-16T05:37:00.000-07:002004-08-16T05:44:07.643-07:00

Greetings and salutations, all you faithful readers. I have returned again, same bat time same bat channel, to blog it up. I am currently at ST John in the library computer lab freezin' my na&ds off because of the super-air-conditioner, but otherwise am enjoying the last bit of my stay here trying to soak up university atmosphere. I hope to get into my old regiment sometime soon, return to

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I often contemplate my perceptions... that is, I often wonder why it is that I find the things I do beautiful. Like, how is it that I find the most beautiful visual is a dark city, with black cobblestone, darkened by a rainstorm? Why is it that this setting sticks in my head whenever I want to paint the picture of a hero, is it some sort of archetypical image which speaks to me of an import I

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13648511171820519206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851178.post-1092152966561630772004-08-10T08:32:00.000-07:002004-08-10T08:49:26.560-07:00

The lights dim as the rain drops fall on the dark streets. The camera pans slowly through one of the alleyways, as thunder rips across the sky, shedding blinding light across the lens. A growl is heard in the background, monstrous and gurgling. The camera cuts to a stray cat rummaging through the garbage. Its tiny meow is heard, barely audible amongst the sounds of the storm. It takes a

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Well, considering the last post that I made that I thought was completely eaten actually showed up on my humble abode (see below) I guess I have my faith restored in this wonderful thing called "the Blog". The therapy has proven rather wonderful, and I realize now more than ever that people think they understand me, have me pegged, but really are only using me as a scratching post. Thankfully,

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Ah, the wonders of the double-post: an act so vile, it takes three days for the internet highway (or whatever) to recover from the shakiness. Sort of like drinking too much caffeine. At any rate, this place is proving very therapeutic to me. It is like having someone to talk to when there is no one around. This way, when everyone is off doin' their own thing (being the popular crowd,

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The lights scan across the land, the soil that blankets all across, as far as the eye can see. His eye narrows, quick in contemplation and exhasperated reflection. Closing his eyes for a moment, the hero takes a deep breath. The air is clean, the wind massages the back of his neck, and he is alone with his thoughts. (why? No one ever told him why.) The life that courses through his veins (

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In case none of you have ever went to a french birthday party, the title of this blog is actually a french birthday song. Literally translated, it goes "my dear ---, it is your turn, to let us talk to you about love." Doesn't make a whole lotta sense to me, but between you and me, the french do a lot of weird things. I say that with the deepest respect, of course. I have relatives that are

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Well now, this is my first real "blog". I've never done this sort of thing before, should be interesting. I might put up some poetry here, that would be cool. We'll see. This is sort of like talking to one's self, I kinda like that. Well, today was an interestingly non-interesting day. The highlight of the day was when I purchased Soul Caliber II for my baby, the playstation2. Oh yeah,

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