I probably don't have to tell you this

but this blog is kind of dead. Kind of really really dead. It's been a while since I've posted ANYTHING, anywhere, and the time of sharing my feelings has passed. I'm doing fine, however. All is well, and what is not well will be well someday. :)

heat

It's warming up all right. Never gonna cool down in MY lifetime, too.

Oh, oh, oh.

We moved to a new house, and it's pretty comfy here. We're moving the last bits out of our old house, but we live in our new one already. The internet here is pretty good... the building has a built-in network, and I'm seeing what I can do to optimise the traffic. At least we can ALL go on the internet now. There used to be five of us on a 4-max router. It sucked to the max, as you can imagine.

I'm going to learn to play the bass. Did you know that? We're going to go and buy one (I'm paying as much as I can and owing what's left). I want to learn the bass, but I am gonna learn a little bit of guitar in the process. I'm really looking forward to learning to play music. AND I like bass, so I hope it'll all work out.

I miss my girlfriend. As she's probably going to read this at some point, it saves me a text message trying to say it. I probably say it too much but I really like her. Really really really.

Anyhow, Merry Xmas to all.

Apparently

For those that haven't been following the buzz; Apparently the pixel drawing I once did of Pulp Fiction is being used by several people on the internet... also it's totally #32 when you search "Pulp Fiction" on Google Images. So now I'm thinking about posting more of my pixel art online (somewhere in the vicinity of the page Google links to) so I get some more attention Web-O-Rays.

Anyway. I'm just thinking this.

And they lived happily for quite a while, until they were outcompeted by a small baboon

MURPHY: Shit happens.
DARWIN: Some shit happens more than other shit because it is better shit. To us, however, it appears like the only shit.
MURPHY: Dude... marry me. I want your babies.

You're innocent when you dream

Iteration 815

A post-it note to myself: you need to go to bed earlier. Really. Three to four hours of sleep? Not good for you, not really. But then again, the hours of sleep spent awake are the best of the day. So I'm like "aaaargh".... that's a dilemma-argh, not a pirate-argh.
Anyway, every day I have this little sleep I feel sick (and I'm prone to get sick, SUPER easily -- if you shove me really hard I might get the flu) and have almost no time to have breakfast, let alone go to the bathroom.

"You could be eating now instead of posting you fart."

Yes, you are right; but then again nobody wouldn't be reading anything, now would they? Yeah, that's right, I said it... bloggers help society's literacy by posting crap that's not even vaguely interesting! Far out, eh?

Does anyone love Knights of Cydonia by Muse as much as I do? Because I do.