Can't blog; I think my chair is out to get me.
There it is!
Run,
Adam "The 'House" Woolhouse
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
The Rain is Here
The weatherman- sorry, "person"- said during this morning's newscast that we were in for a chance of rain. He/she/it was correct; it is pouring out. Have you ever heard the sound of rain on a skylight? Let me rephrase: have you ever heard the sound of rain on a skylight directly behind you while you are at work, so that it constantly sounds like someone is coming up behind you while you type away at either a blog, Facebook, or an eBay purchase, and you nearly snap your own neck turning around quickly while- at the same time- blindly moving the cursor to another window, so your boss doesn't see you bidding on an adult-male-sized Tinkerbell costume (slightly used) only to have no one there but the pitter patter of raindrops?
Because that has been my day.
In a slightly unrelated topic of discussion, that above intro paragraph reminds me of one of the most under-appreciated yet most-loved (by me and me alone) tools of writing today: the run-on sentence. When used properly, it is a thing of absolute beauty. All at once sharing the writer's uncontrollable need to spit out every thought and every instinct one after another, faster and faster, with little to no regard of how the "." key feels on the keyboard. It reeks of a maturity far beyond its years; a maturity that is both childishy-playful and borderline learning-disability in adults-ish at the same time. It has the power to make adults weep, and cause migraines in small children. Run-on sentences are awesome.
In short, I love run-on sentences. I love them so much I am going to give them a more proper name: Sixes. That is in honor of Blossom's best friend on that TV show "Blossom", who would talk so fast and with such disregard for even the most simple and antique of punctuation marks- I have to admit- she would turn me on. Just a little. Think young sapling on a windy day. That's how it looked.
I use that comparison because the heavy rain has now turned onto full-on thunderstorm. That does not turn me on. It frightens me. Just a little. So I am going to finish this up, so that I can hide under my desk for the remaining 45 minutes of the day.
Hold me,
Adam "The 'House" Woolhouse
Because that has been my day.
In a slightly unrelated topic of discussion, that above intro paragraph reminds me of one of the most under-appreciated yet most-loved (by me and me alone) tools of writing today: the run-on sentence. When used properly, it is a thing of absolute beauty. All at once sharing the writer's uncontrollable need to spit out every thought and every instinct one after another, faster and faster, with little to no regard of how the "." key feels on the keyboard. It reeks of a maturity far beyond its years; a maturity that is both childishy-playful and borderline learning-disability in adults-ish at the same time. It has the power to make adults weep, and cause migraines in small children. Run-on sentences are awesome.
In short, I love run-on sentences. I love them so much I am going to give them a more proper name: Sixes. That is in honor of Blossom's best friend on that TV show "Blossom", who would talk so fast and with such disregard for even the most simple and antique of punctuation marks- I have to admit- she would turn me on. Just a little. Think young sapling on a windy day. That's how it looked.
I use that comparison because the heavy rain has now turned onto full-on thunderstorm. That does not turn me on. It frightens me. Just a little. So I am going to finish this up, so that I can hide under my desk for the remaining 45 minutes of the day.
Hold me,
Adam "The 'House" Woolhouse
Monday, September 22, 2008
Initial Contact
Word.
This is my first blog at this blog site. Remember this day. Forget it tomorrow. Contact a therapist several years down the road to uncover some deep-seeded molestation memories of your uncle. Remember this day again. Ignore the molestation. And enjoy my blog.
There, it is as easy as that.
Once I get settled in, I'll do a couple of things with this blog. Things like: blog; share the latest Damn You Banana cartoons; show you interesting thing(s) I've discovered on the Internets; share recipes; type an andecdote I was sure was funny, but upon retrospect might not be; challenge celebrities to 1920s-style bare-knuckled fights; and such and such.
Also, no one knows about this blog. I mean, why should they? I don't advertise; I don't talk to people outside my set circle of friends; and people initially don't like me. But if you enjoy this, share it. If you hate it, share it. If you need practice sharing to pass preschool, share it.
That's all. My wrist is kind of sore from typing. Think I'll go now.
Hugs and Kisses,
Adam "The House" Woolhouse
This is my first blog at this blog site. Remember this day. Forget it tomorrow. Contact a therapist several years down the road to uncover some deep-seeded molestation memories of your uncle. Remember this day again. Ignore the molestation. And enjoy my blog.
There, it is as easy as that.
Once I get settled in, I'll do a couple of things with this blog. Things like: blog; share the latest Damn You Banana cartoons; show you interesting thing(s) I've discovered on the Internets; share recipes; type an andecdote I was sure was funny, but upon retrospect might not be; challenge celebrities to 1920s-style bare-knuckled fights; and such and such.
Also, no one knows about this blog. I mean, why should they? I don't advertise; I don't talk to people outside my set circle of friends; and people initially don't like me. But if you enjoy this, share it. If you hate it, share it. If you need practice sharing to pass preschool, share it.
That's all. My wrist is kind of sore from typing. Think I'll go now.
Hugs and Kisses,
Adam "The House" Woolhouse
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