February 18, 2007
February 17, 2007
Entry 4: Insomnia
After a week of not being able to fall asleep until about 3 o'clock at night, I have come to the conclusion that I am afflicted with insomnia. I am tired, let me tell you, but I can't go to sleep. Since I have all this extra time on my hands, I sit around and do things that I consider to be "time-wasting" activities, such as playing Tetris for an hour and a half straight.
And then you ask a question:
"How, Charles, how does this pointless rambling concern fiction writing? Wasn't it on Friday in class when you were rebuked for including pointless things in your blog?"
And then I mumble out an answer:
"Yes, indeed, but I could not restrain myself from typing this fourth entry, which no one will probably read, because the symptoms of insomnia cause my thoughts to scatter around like coffee grounds on the linoleum, thoughts which cannot be contained and therefore must be let out in some method; in this case, the blog is the innocent victim upon which I direct my late night ravings."
Now, you ask:
"Are you going to stop writing these pointless entries? Not only are these incoherent posts annoying, but they waste space on the internet."
To which I reply:
"The internet has no limit. It is limitless. It has no capacity. It is not like a certain Italian restaurant in Helena, Montana, a restaurant that displays a gaudy red sign in its entrance stating "capacity 33." The interent is not a fucking equation, not like:
And you retort:
"This is a bunch of crap. Your argument lacks structure...it lacks sense! What the hell is wrong with you?"
And I explain:
"Well, I am greatly effected by insomina. And, it does apply to writing, for if I wrote something late in the night, it would probably exemplify similar characteristics as my previous answers to your questions, creating a foundation for a piece of writing that will look like a decrepit old man. But watch out, because this old man has been reported to use his cane as a weapon."
And then you ask a question:
"How, Charles, how does this pointless rambling concern fiction writing? Wasn't it on Friday in class when you were rebuked for including pointless things in your blog?"
And then I mumble out an answer:
"Yes, indeed, but I could not restrain myself from typing this fourth entry, which no one will probably read, because the symptoms of insomnia cause my thoughts to scatter around like coffee grounds on the linoleum, thoughts which cannot be contained and therefore must be let out in some method; in this case, the blog is the innocent victim upon which I direct my late night ravings."
Now, you ask:
"Are you going to stop writing these pointless entries? Not only are these incoherent posts annoying, but they waste space on the internet."
To which I reply:
"The internet has no limit. It is limitless. It has no capacity. It is not like a certain Italian restaurant in Helena, Montana, a restaurant that displays a gaudy red sign in its entrance stating "capacity 33." The interent is not a fucking equation, not like:
And you retort:
"This is a bunch of crap. Your argument lacks structure...it lacks sense! What the hell is wrong with you?"
And I explain:
"Well, I am greatly effected by insomina. And, it does apply to writing, for if I wrote something late in the night, it would probably exemplify similar characteristics as my previous answers to your questions, creating a foundation for a piece of writing that will look like a decrepit old man. But watch out, because this old man has been reported to use his cane as a weapon."
February 15, 2007
Entry 3: The Third Post
Perhaps you already know, but one of my lucky numbers is three. Therefore I have decided that it would be in my best interest to post an additional post tonight, making for a total of three (3) posts in one sitting. Since this is my lucky number, I believe that I will be extra lucky today (Thursday). Yesterday was Valentine's Day...and I wasn't lucky. I should have posted this last night. Again, if you have read this far, you deserve a small amount of money for your effort.
Entry 2: Third Person
You ask:
Why is Charles up so late when he has to get up at 7:00?
I answer:
Charles was going to go to bed a couple of hours ago, but then he decided to watch a movie and eat popcorn. Then he decided to plug in the ol' gameboy from way back when and play tetris. Charles chose to play the "type B" game, on level 9, on the other thing 6". Charles played very excellently, and there was music from Tchikovsky's Nutcracker and then a rocket ship that launched, then the word "congratulations" came across the screen. Charles must have done well. Charles must have done well.
You ask:
Why is Charles talking in third person?
I answer:
Why the hell not. Why do you talk in first person? Do you really want to talk in first person? Do you think so highly of yourself that you always have to be first?
Why is Charles up so late when he has to get up at 7:00?
I answer:
Charles was going to go to bed a couple of hours ago, but then he decided to watch a movie and eat popcorn. Then he decided to plug in the ol' gameboy from way back when and play tetris. Charles chose to play the "type B" game, on level 9, on the other thing 6". Charles played very excellently, and there was music from Tchikovsky's Nutcracker and then a rocket ship that launched, then the word "congratulations" came across the screen. Charles must have done well. Charles must have done well.
You ask:
Why is Charles talking in third person?
I answer:
Why the hell not. Why do you talk in first person? Do you really want to talk in first person? Do you think so highly of yourself that you always have to be first?
Entry 1: The Blog is Created
"The Blog" was created at 17:34 on the 13th of February 2007. If you are not color blind like my friend Jeff, you have probably noticed that pink is the background color of my Blog. Pink, mind you, is the color of the True Playa. The color of a Flamingo. The color of the sky right before dawn.
Perhaps you have observed that this message was posted almost twenty minutes after the conception of this Blog. The delay in time can be easily explained. I always get hungry around this time, so my brother yelled at me from the other room to tell me that we were going to order pizza. The coupons for Dominoes expired two months ago, so we had to settle with Pizza Hut. I used to work at Pizza Hut a couple years ago, so I was not really excited about the pizza that we ordered. But it is all good. I will get over it.
Well. This was more boring than I thought it would be. I highly doubt that anyone will actually read this Blog. I highly doubt that anyone has read thus far. If you have read everything I have written, you deserve to be rewarded with a small amount of money.
Perhaps you have observed that this message was posted almost twenty minutes after the conception of this Blog. The delay in time can be easily explained. I always get hungry around this time, so my brother yelled at me from the other room to tell me that we were going to order pizza. The coupons for Dominoes expired two months ago, so we had to settle with Pizza Hut. I used to work at Pizza Hut a couple years ago, so I was not really excited about the pizza that we ordered. But it is all good. I will get over it.
Well. This was more boring than I thought it would be. I highly doubt that anyone will actually read this Blog. I highly doubt that anyone has read thus far. If you have read everything I have written, you deserve to be rewarded with a small amount of money.
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