Archive for July, 2005

The End Justifies the Memes

Tuesday, July 26th, 2005

Okay, I’ve said before that I’m really not into the whole “meme” thing. And I still have yet for someone to actually define the the word (although I can get the gist form context) for me, let alone figure how to pronounce it. Is it “mee-mee” or “mim” or “meem”? Or none of these? I [...]

West Of Mayberry

Sunday, July 24th, 2005

Often it’s the simplist things that give you the greatest payoff. Like a simple tune orchestrated with whistling and finger snaps. You know the one I mean. You’ve heard that bouncy little melody (with a touch of harmony in the bridge) a million times: an easy and care free sort of whistle that infects your [...]

Waiter, There’s a Hammer in My Porridge

Wednesday, July 20th, 2005

I have never had a lot of friends. Basically because I am a loner. I am perfectly content to go off into the woods by myself or hole myself up in my room and daydream or doodle for hours. I have nothing against others. I just often feel awkward or uncomfortable (for any number of [...]