September 26, 2013

#NERDLYF

EPISODE 190: EVERY LITTLE WORD

Halfway through the tenth season and what do I give you? A blank post.


















































































Well, nearly blank.

September 22, 2013

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak September.

EPISODE 189: THERE IS A RED FLAG UNDER MY BED AND IT HAUNTS ME

SPRING HAS SPRUNG
AND SPRING IS METALLIC
AS USUAL

Protect both queen and king. The rooks are handy too.

I remember back in the days of MySpace. Mythological times. I remember it was easy to HTML and CSS but now it's Facebook and they don't even let you JavaScript. But now MySpace doesn't do any of that shit. Looks like I'm done here.

It was supposed to rain today, I'm kinda glad it didn't. I've told people "water me" but not through rainfall.

Surrealism transcends individual characterisms, kicking in near games. Perhaps obvious ideals narrow targets. Helping easy lifestyles in charge of places travelling evil routes. Cruise rosters ascend sharply, hopping in new gears.

Genesis, shoestring, water bombs. Don't stare at the sun too long.

OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL

AND ANOTHER ONE TODAY AT NOBELIUS

I WIN THE LOTTERY

JUST KIDDING BUT I DID WIN THE OWL LOTTERY

...and I has ash in my hair.

I'm going to move my knight. See ya.

September 15, 2013

When a fire starts to burn, keep that fire burning.

EPISODE 188: I NEED A SHOWER, A COLD DRINK, FOOD IN MY STOMACH, AND... A RELAX.

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FKA twigs is beautiful musics

intolerable

Do the Astral Plane! Come on, do it! I won't think any less of you if you don't but DO IT! I'm doing it and I'll keep doing it. Another thing I'm doing is Extra Life - please donate, moneys go to the National Children's Medical Centre. THINK OF THE CHILDREN!

So I can has a trophy of sorts. Awesomesauces.

I also... genuinely do need a shower. Bee arr bee.

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Yay!

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Sorry, that last "yay" was a false alarm.

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And I'm back. Pie for everyone, and pi for me! 3.14159265358979323...

tag. you're it.

September 8, 2013

Tony who?

EPISODE 187: !*&

Australia Rupert Murdoch has spoken, and it he has decreed that Tony Abbott will be our new Prime Minister. Cue a few million angry ALP, Greens and miscellaneous supporters yelling "FUCK YOU ABBOTT" and a few million more saying "Wait until double-dissolution!" I'm as left-wing as they come but I'm simply not caring any more. So that's my take on Aussie politics and that'll do. On with it.

Nobody gets my glorious evil squishy things.

there are voices in my head and numbers in my eyes

Three times. THREE TIMES.


because cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and cola and non-cola

I miss the non-gazelles with stone eyes, and the reel big fan of chili chips.

assignments are KILLING ME
x + y < 4
x - y > 7
x + y = 9
gahhhhhhh.

please... just fuck off. please.

Bring the September I remember back. Don't dismember it.

September 3, 2013

Make sure that your story gets told.

EPISODE 186: TWO GUYS ARE DRIVING A WHITE VAN TOWARDS ME!

Here we are, in the university's nerve centre. Not its middle, but its nerve centre. The lawn in the summer sunlight. Everyone here is enjoying the September sun in some way or another, while it's nice and warm and lovely and sunny and nice and it's not 100° yet (or, to quote a less archaic system, 37° plus a bit).

Someone yells out to the topless guy over there, "Do you even lift, brah?" The brah laughs and shrugs it off.

Someone walks over to the tree, reconsiders, and sits ten feet away instead. Pulls out a laptop and starts working.

Someone is lying on the grass, asleep. Covered up to avoid sunburn (yes, sunburn is possible in August and I am proof).

Someone else jumps off the roof of the nearby lecture theatre (landing perfectly), screams "I AM THE ONE, MOTHERFUCKER" and arranges himself in a kung fu pose. Another someone else jumps over the nearby river, yells out "I AM GOING TO ENJOY WATCHING YOU DIE," and begins kickboxing with the first guy.

Someone else is riding a horse down the road. Beautiful horse too, palomino.

Someone holds up a kitty and starts singing. I can't quite make out if it's "Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba" or "Nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan".

Someone else is smoking and blows out a perfect smoke ring while he chats to a girl next to him.

Someone is playing guitar. There's a crowd of people around her, they're watching rather than singing along. Small crowd but easily pleased.

Someone over there is flying.

Someone is wearing a cape, and a few people are pointing and staring. The caped one doesn't react, but just keeps on walking.

Someone just changed into Lady Rainicorn.

Someone has no feet. He exclaims loudly "There is nowhere for me to run."

Someone looked at me. When I looked at her, she looked away. When I looked away, she looked back at me. I can tell, because I can see her out of the side of my head. She's glowing a funny pink colour.

Someone kicks a soccer ball at me. But I can see out of the side of my head, and I duck. The ball disappears.

I gotta lay off those damned mushrooms.
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