You know it when someone sends you an email, and it is about something that could be important, and then they ask you to forward it? They say:
"Forward it, or you do not care"
or,
"Forward it, or you will die."
Yeah, that kind of stuff. You know what I am talking about.
Anyway, how should I feel when I do not forward the email? Should I feel bad? Should I feel guilty that I am not doing anything to help the cause?
Well...no, I don't feel guilty. There are more fun things to do, like watch youtube videos of animals.
Here is one of these videos:
The Marmot
March 25, 2010
March 24, 2010
Blog, Couch-Phone, Six, Eleven, Lesson-Enjoy
Blog.
Ba Log.
Bah Log.
Boh Log.
Lincoln Logs.
Abe.
Jabe.
Jade.
The color green.
*****
I had to play in a wind ensemble today. I could not focus. Half the time I was looking around. There was a fake stage thing with some props and a couch on it. Ryan asked me to use my phone, so I let him.
*****
I practiced for many an hour today. Six hours. Six! That's how it should be all the time. All.
*****
I slept for 11 hours last night. That is out of control. The control needs to be re-established. Re. Established.
*****
I have to teach a lesson tomorrow. The person, she is excited about playing music. She is happy to practice. I plan to play a lot of music for her tomorrow, recordings. So she will know what kind of music is out there. To enjoy.
Ba Log.
Bah Log.
Boh Log.
Lincoln Logs.
Abe.
Jabe.
Jade.
The color green.
*****
I had to play in a wind ensemble today. I could not focus. Half the time I was looking around. There was a fake stage thing with some props and a couch on it. Ryan asked me to use my phone, so I let him.
*****
I practiced for many an hour today. Six hours. Six! That's how it should be all the time. All.
*****
I slept for 11 hours last night. That is out of control. The control needs to be re-established. Re. Established.
*****
I have to teach a lesson tomorrow. The person, she is excited about playing music. She is happy to practice. I plan to play a lot of music for her tomorrow, recordings. So she will know what kind of music is out there. To enjoy.
March 22, 2010
Bienvenidos
Buelo to you, from sunny California!
Sunny...but dry. My throat, it has a little skritch in it, you know? Need to drink a lot of fluid so that it feels better.
I was wondering if I even speak English. I don't know if I do or not.
I might live in a van. I would save money. It would be fun. I already eat dry oatmeal, so it's not like I would be missing anything.
Sunny...but dry. My throat, it has a little skritch in it, you know? Need to drink a lot of fluid so that it feels better.
I was wondering if I even speak English. I don't know if I do or not.
I might live in a van. I would save money. It would be fun. I already eat dry oatmeal, so it's not like I would be missing anything.
July 08, 2009
A lot of things
A lot of things have happened since I last blogged. Here are a few of them:
1) Went up to Sioux Falls with Lisa to visit Matt. He is living in a crappy apartment that smells like mold. He should get out of there. We saw the actual falls up there. There were a lot of hills, too.
2) Went to Cherry county to the grand lake called Merritt Reservoir. It was neat. Lisa's kin was there, and so was I. And so was Matt. He made a venture there from Sioux Falls. We rode the jetski and fished and had a heck of a time. It was a riot.
3) Roguing. I have been roguing. It is not as fun as it was the first week. I used to be all allstar on everyone, finishing way ahead of everyone, but now I just sort of slum through the field. I need some kind of motivation!
4) I thinkI am going to run the Long Beach Marathon in October. The LBC, that's where it's at. I started a little training program that is going good so far.
5) Little computer that I am using right now! It's really small, like something that you could put in your purse or in your coat. The keyboard took some getting used to, though, because all the keys are mashed together so you have to go all dainty-like when typing.
1) Went up to Sioux Falls with Lisa to visit Matt. He is living in a crappy apartment that smells like mold. He should get out of there. We saw the actual falls up there. There were a lot of hills, too.
2) Went to Cherry county to the grand lake called Merritt Reservoir. It was neat. Lisa's kin was there, and so was I. And so was Matt. He made a venture there from Sioux Falls. We rode the jetski and fished and had a heck of a time. It was a riot.
3) Roguing. I have been roguing. It is not as fun as it was the first week. I used to be all allstar on everyone, finishing way ahead of everyone, but now I just sort of slum through the field. I need some kind of motivation!
4) I thinkI am going to run the Long Beach Marathon in October. The LBC, that's where it's at. I started a little training program that is going good so far.
5) Little computer that I am using right now! It's really small, like something that you could put in your purse or in your coat. The keyboard took some getting used to, though, because all the keys are mashed together so you have to go all dainty-like when typing.
June 05, 2009
Detasseling, Beaver
I am going to detassel this summer. I am also going to hoe and rogue, which comes before detasseling.
For those of you who do not know what these things are, let me tell you.
Detassel, that means to be a male stripper. I am going to strip off my clothes for money.
Hoe, that means to get hoes, to prostitute your body. I am going to prostitute my body.
Rogue, that means flip out and start shooting the bad guys with your uzi. I am going to take out the bad guys.
•••••
No, it was all a joke! I am not going to strip off my clothes, or prostitute my body, or take out the bad guys.
•••••
Detassel means to take the tassel off the corn. De-tassel. It is simple enough to understand. The reason for detasseling is so that corn will not pollinate. Actually, I really don't know.
Hoe, that means to go and hoe the corn out of the middle of the row. If it is not growing on the little mound, if it is growing in the trough instead, hoe it out of there!
Rogue, that means to get the rogues out of there. The corn that looks weird. No one wants rogue corn mating with the rest. Get the rogues out of there!
•••••
Was that a simple enough explanation?
•••••
I watched a documentary about beavers. They are clever little creatures. They also make funny noises. I saw a tree fall on a beaver, and it let out a sound. It was not harmed. I saw a bear chase after a beaver. The beaver got away. A bear is not that fast, I guess.
For those of you who do not know what these things are, let me tell you.
Detassel, that means to be a male stripper. I am going to strip off my clothes for money.
Hoe, that means to get hoes, to prostitute your body. I am going to prostitute my body.
Rogue, that means flip out and start shooting the bad guys with your uzi. I am going to take out the bad guys.
•••••
No, it was all a joke! I am not going to strip off my clothes, or prostitute my body, or take out the bad guys.
•••••
Detassel means to take the tassel off the corn. De-tassel. It is simple enough to understand. The reason for detasseling is so that corn will not pollinate. Actually, I really don't know.
Hoe, that means to go and hoe the corn out of the middle of the row. If it is not growing on the little mound, if it is growing in the trough instead, hoe it out of there!
Rogue, that means to get the rogues out of there. The corn that looks weird. No one wants rogue corn mating with the rest. Get the rogues out of there!
•••••
Was that a simple enough explanation?
•••••
I watched a documentary about beavers. They are clever little creatures. They also make funny noises. I saw a tree fall on a beaver, and it let out a sound. It was not harmed. I saw a bear chase after a beaver. The beaver got away. A bear is not that fast, I guess.
May 20, 2009
Hello to you, young Larks!
Hello!
This Wednesday Octover 3. The Day of the Wednes. Wens. Wensday.
My name, as you know, is spelled like it sounds: C-H-R-L-S. Vowels, they are mythological. Like pneumonia. Like a unicorn horn.
The unicorn horn, it was actually a tusk of a narwhal. Narwhal. It means "corpse whale" in the great language called Norse.
Norse, what it is is a horse that lives in the north. Like north as in Kansas, as in Venezula, as in a rampart. A donut-paraguay. Parkay. The butter.
And so, with the greatest excitement bursting forth from my self, like a dragon busting a claw through a piece of romaine lettuce, you know it. You know it:
Jello pudding.
This Wednesday Octover 3. The Day of the Wednes. Wens. Wensday.
My name, as you know, is spelled like it sounds: C-H-R-L-S. Vowels, they are mythological. Like pneumonia. Like a unicorn horn.
The unicorn horn, it was actually a tusk of a narwhal. Narwhal. It means "corpse whale" in the great language called Norse.
Norse, what it is is a horse that lives in the north. Like north as in Kansas, as in Venezula, as in a rampart. A donut-paraguay. Parkay. The butter.
And so, with the greatest excitement bursting forth from my self, like a dragon busting a claw through a piece of romaine lettuce, you know it. You know it:
Jello pudding.
May 10, 2009
Dragon and Romaine.
There was a dragon. The dragon was a reddish color. A reddish-orangish-blue-color. The color of cool-aid mixed with jello.
There was a not dragon. The not dragon was not a reddish color. It was green. It was known among the locals as a piece of lettuce. Romaine, to be exact.
•••••
Dragon flares up his hide, the romaine, it whips out a can of whoop-ass, known among the bakers as a can of froth. The froth, it is sprayed upon the flared hide of the dragon. There is smoke. Smoke from the dragon's nostrils and smoke from where the froth froths upon the dragon's reddish-orangish-blue-colored hide. The dragon delivers a package to the piece of lettuce via Federal Express. The package is sent right that instant and is opened right that instant.
•••••
Inside, little crawlies you probably know by the name as jungle-ohs. The jungle-ohs, they are skilled in playing instruments from the Medieval period. The lute, the oboe. The jungle-ohs, they rear back on three of their nine hind feet, they blow into the lute and strum the oboe, and then there are fireworks.
•••••
Oh my oh my my oh my! says the romaine as it sees the fireworks being strummed forth from the jungle-ohs. How grandiose! How spectacular!
•••••
Dragon then smiles at the piece of romaine, laps at the green skin of the lettuce with a tongue that is of the color of the color of blueish-greenish-gray-lemur-mexicano. Romaine likes it and purrs. There is cuddling and drinking of papaya nectar. There is ceremony.
(this is all some random stuff written because there was nothing written on my blog for a while. You may like it, you may not. I like to eat oranges, when they are ripe.)
There was a not dragon. The not dragon was not a reddish color. It was green. It was known among the locals as a piece of lettuce. Romaine, to be exact.
•••••
Dragon flares up his hide, the romaine, it whips out a can of whoop-ass, known among the bakers as a can of froth. The froth, it is sprayed upon the flared hide of the dragon. There is smoke. Smoke from the dragon's nostrils and smoke from where the froth froths upon the dragon's reddish-orangish-blue-colored hide. The dragon delivers a package to the piece of lettuce via Federal Express. The package is sent right that instant and is opened right that instant.
•••••
Inside, little crawlies you probably know by the name as jungle-ohs. The jungle-ohs, they are skilled in playing instruments from the Medieval period. The lute, the oboe. The jungle-ohs, they rear back on three of their nine hind feet, they blow into the lute and strum the oboe, and then there are fireworks.
•••••
Oh my oh my my oh my! says the romaine as it sees the fireworks being strummed forth from the jungle-ohs. How grandiose! How spectacular!
•••••
Dragon then smiles at the piece of romaine, laps at the green skin of the lettuce with a tongue that is of the color of the color of blueish-greenish-gray-lemur-mexicano. Romaine likes it and purrs. There is cuddling and drinking of papaya nectar. There is ceremony.
(this is all some random stuff written because there was nothing written on my blog for a while. You may like it, you may not. I like to eat oranges, when they are ripe.)
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