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2006-04-17

Laze

Ah holidays...
As he lays...
Happy days...
Thinking of all the ways...
things could be worse...
That's what he'll do first...
Then be glad
That he's not sad.
Yeah!

Again and repeatedly
Easter bunny is eating me
Radiator is heating me.
Loud music is hitting me.
Nothing to do and it's great.
Total initiative innovative reiterative.

2006-04-04

Blogorrhea

Yes, that is a word, based on Logorrhea (not sure if I've spelt that correctly, plus this google spellcheck is a Yankee), by the way. And yes Logorrhea, before you ask, is also a real word. Look it up. It means excessive outpourings of verbiage (verbal diarrhea (again with the spelling), if you like (who is sick enough to like that idea???)). Chatter chatter chatter natter. Mad as a hatter. ratter. not a word but it should be. splatter. yuck. hazaa the wonders of infinitude!

Revolution!

Well, today saw more action in the glorious struggle against the oppressors. There was a successful blockade of the 2 main entrances round the front of school, which meant we had to walk all the way round to the back to get in. There was no way they could ever block that one, what with
a) the police looking menacing
b) almost every able-bodied member of staff (except those on strike) getting in the way
c) the fact that those doors will probably survive WW3.

And at lunch they (admin) put on a barbecue in the courtyard, and brought out the stereo (playing some good stuff, too), so people who didn't want to go outside didn't have to. Plus the weather was really nice. On the whole quite a nice time really. I felt sorry for the stupid sods sitting in front of the gates looking ridiculous and getting cold in the permanent shade of the buildings accross the street. As for lessons, they were really relaxed, there were presicely 7 (5 then 2) of us in German class, out of a usual 20 -odd (10ish then 10ish). Overall, as I said, a good day. Thursday and Friday are rumoured to be big days for the demos AGAIN (you'd think they'd get the point after a while, WE AREN'T BLOODY LISTENING!), all I know is that I have plenty of work to do tomorrow afternoon (yeah, the teachers seem to have all woken about that at the same time) for Thursday and Friday, and I don't want my efforts spoiled by sodding cancellations. Oh who am I kidding of course I want it all cancelled!

In other news, I've recently discovered www.therockradio.com, which is really good, with no adverts or azerts or qwerts or anything. So go listen to that!

Blasphemy, a blast for me.

Hehe here's a joke:

ME:

When I grow up, I'm going to force my way into power and found the Fourth Reich, and I will exterminate all the Jews and 1 clown.


ANYONE I TELL THIS TO:

Why 1 clown?


ME:

See, nobody cares about the Jews!


Disclaimer: I am not a nazi. I mean, sure it would be good if there were a few fewer clowns around, but that's as far as this goes. Although it is sad how often people fall for it.

I don't want to be too soppy about this, but it's sick how used to this sort of shit people are.
Desensitized to evil, eh?

I've met God and She was black.

2006-04-02

Limericks

To lighten the mood in these trying times (sounds like he 70's or something), here's Something Completely Different I wrote back in 4eme in English class and got 10/10 for:

There was an old teacher of French,
Who always slept on a bench.
His teeth
were black, and covered with plaque;
That nasty old teacher of French.

At the time I believe that one was based on real-life evidence.


There was a young man of Bahrain,
who wanted to jump from a plane.
He went to Iraq, but never came back;
That silly young man from Bahrain.