I'm drunk. Ignore me.
After I've finished writing, I'm going to open the Kinder Surpise Egg that's sitting, humpty-like, by my hip.There's a bunch of stuff that deserves recording. I watched Sin City last night and wished I'd seen it on the big screen. A mate of mine came to see me, and he's unconscious just over there. I made a decision not to type an arrow. Just then. My supervisor is pleased with me again and I was so pleased about it I let my enthusiasm outweigh my tongue and heard my own report mutate by interpretation. I fixed it. But it was hard.
One friendship I cannot afford to loose.
So. Pete's been talking about tumblelogs . It's bothered me a bit, because I don't really see the difference between the definition he offers and the stuff I write.
I mean.
I don't redraft. Not really. I post and that's that. I fling bits of my life into the ether. And what I choose to fling, I do not edit. I return, I correct spelling. I punctuate.
I do not think, for example "this is worth a post". I just... you know, post.
So. My blog, I guess, IS a tumblelog. I think about posting, so I post. I tend not to worry about formatting. I tend not to draft before posting. What you read is what I wrote. That sort of jazz.
Which is fine. I understand that blogs are meant to contain more links. That what you have here should probably be hosted by Livejournal. Blahdeblah.
"it just gets things out there"
Said the man who got me in to all this in the first place.
Hmm. It's a very scary snail thing. Who'd put this inside a chocolate? People are weird.
posted by Memehunter @ 2:10 AM
5 Comments:
I think you have the same toy Mel and I got in our kinder egg last week. Closer inspection will show that what you have is a boneless pirate mollusc.
Seriously, who thought that was a good concept??
The thing that worries me most is that I was so scared of it that I hid in somewhere in the flat. I couldn't find it the next morning. This means it's there somewhere. Skulking in the darkness. Waiting to pounce. ehhh.
Is it the snail that has little wheels under it's body so that it rolls and its eyes bug in and out? I totally have that one.
It's been a while since my travelling friend has brought me a new batch of Kinder Eggs. I'm sad. My gallon size Ziploc baggie is only 1/2 full of toys!
You're right to be afraid.
Ours sits in our hall beside the phone because no-one wants it in their room.
We'd throw it out... but we don't want to anger it...
Jess: no, no wheels. Just a shell and two unnerving eyes on stalks. The stuff of nightmares, I tell you. Not at all in the same league as the lotus-flower-that-opens-to-reveal-Buddha that a friend of mine found in a Kinder Egg while we were on holiday in Greece. Now that was classy.
K: I wouldn't keep it by the phone, people'll be too scared to call you.
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