One more time with Spirits that pull Runes from the Air
Well... I had a post, but SOMEBODY ERASED IT.... you know who you are... so I had to start over again...
I even had a poem about wireless internet... alas, it is lost....
....forever....
But I love wireless internet, I think its the best thing ever... in fact, have have a great desire to free myself from wires... I want to get a better battery for this new beast in order that she can last more then the peasly two hours... stupid pentium processor.............. and oh! anything with the words bluetooth... if only to see if my little bluetooth light turns blue!
anyways, thats unfortunate
Many interesting things happend this week, some invovled stupid people, some invovled food...
for example
I know have to be healthy
I was told this
by a persian (not a stupid person)
and now I am eating carrots
and asperagus
aspergus when I could be eating pizza pops
and apparently I have to walk
and see a doctor (supid person?)
I don't know why... something about... dying... and the words "He died for pizza pops" on my grave...
so yes.... what else
Exams... History exams about Frenchmen and Germans.... some of which where stupid... except for Bismarck.... Bismarck was "the man"... not because of his international policies or because of unificiation or stuff... he just looked good... I mean come on... he looked awsome...
Anyways... thats all for now folks, ttyl
1020 years ago.
The dying King Harold Bluetooth lies on his death bed, and suddenly lurches up, surprising his surprising sons.
"FaÞer, what is it?" asks one of his sons.
"I had a vision," the old king declared, "Þat one day my name would be used to describe a powerful magic Þat could grap runes from the air. And people would remember my name more because of Þis powerful magic Þen my own accoplishments in Denmark"
"Þat's crazy," all of his sons said together.
"Oh, and Brian really likes Þe wireless," and with those dying words, Harold Bluetooth died.
which reminds me,
go here
Its Like Some Kind of Belated V-day post!!!!
So, WWoN, Lil'Persia wrote about you....
go here... she called you a powerful witch... she must be buttering you up....
Anyways, because its spring, I thought its about time to bitch about relationships. You see, I have a tragic problem: I am too attractive for normal people... its a burden I live with every day...
Then theres the other thing... I call it KoM's 2nd Relationship Paradox...
It goes like this: KoM needs this type of girl
1)Catholic
2)French Canadian
3)Sensible
4)Intelligent and Funny
5)Quiet
but instead he is attracted to this
1)Not Catholic
2)Not French
3)Borderline psychotic
4)Think they Intelligent and Funny
5)Not Quiet
.... you know who you are..... (Somewheres, at her Kitchen table, the girl KoM had a crush on in 3th grade looks up at her boy friend and says "I just had an epiphany... Ignorance really is bliss")
Luckily, because I'm so pretty, I haven't been in any trouble. But I reckon its only a matter of time before I end up being used for my good looks; people in China would probably pay to see me. Millions. But at this point, I wouldn't mind being used a bit... beauty is truly a curse....
Meanwhile....
A Seven story John Keats storms Naramata shouting "NAY, TRUTH IS NOT A CURSE! TRUTH IS BEAUTY, BEAUTY IS TRUTH!!!" Can History Donkey Fighter B stop this monstrosity? Will he ever defeat Mr. PARLIAMENT, find out next time, on KOM'S BLOG!!!!!
Random Stuff and Potlucks
A few things for this post
1) Matt my friend is away in Brazil at the World Conference of Churches; check it out, http://www.koovinbrazil.blogspot.com/
2) Mr. PARLIAMENT, one of my many friends, seemed offended that he was not mentioned....
Complaint #12
Issue: I was not mentioned in one of KoM's posts.
Response: FOOL, NOW YOU SHALL BE MENTIONED IN EVERY IMAGINARY FOREY INTO POSSIBLE VERSIONS OF THE FUTURE, YOUR DOOM ASSURED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And so.....
Mr. PARLIAMENT becomes a six story version of himself who destroys Penticton, in my J-Biography
3) Potluckage
I was invited by the Queen of Shron and Cowgirl to a potluck, WWoN and the Quiet Girl where there. THere was much adventure, we had to get chairs from upstairs. Then we got Bridance, my personal compliation of music. I brought lansanga, only one peice left by the end of the night. Lamb (there was no typo, it was never lamp, it was always lamb) was also served (there you go Lil'Persia) and, and, and, Safferon ... Italian Rice Stuff.
So there you go, MR. PARLIAMENT, if safferon really does make stuff taste better, and Captain Kirk is indeed, superior to Captain Pricard.
Peace.....................................................................................................................................out
