Sunday, September 25, 2005

Chain Letters

Are very very stupid.

Coment to this post 15 times in the next 90 seconds and your soul mate will appear upon your doorstep in a shipping crate at 3 a.m. 20 people, Buddha will shit gold into your bank account. 30 PEOPLE = NO TIME IN PURGATORY!!

Please..

Friday, September 23, 2005

Holding Court

It's Saturday morning, 12:32 in the a.m. to be precise, and I've just finished what I plan to read at my next Writers' Club meeting. The later it gets and the tireder I become, the more philosophical my banter tends to be. For example, a distant friend of mine and I have been combining fuck with various suffixes in the hope that one of them will appeal to our love of obscene syntax. My typing obscene syntax goes to show that I, as you are already well aware, have too much time on my hands and too little to worry about. It's only natural that Mike will, with great love in his heart, comment that I am (verbatim) one 'Strange little man' within the proceeding days. Whereas I, being someone just far enough out of denial to admit being a strange little man, will receive it with much annoyance and block him on MSN until I regain my sense of generality.

As to the title of this post, I am mindful of today's announcement of the 2005 homecoming court. It was a terribly blasé prep..er..pep rally, that lasted either five minutes too little to spark my passions or five minutes too long, as to make me irritated. I don't begrudge the powers that be for sanctifying a time-tested tradition of separating the figurative curds from whey--this goes without saying that I, hardly a school spiritualist, find the whole lot to be very much pointless. My best sentiments go to those whose names were unceremoniously jerked from plastic cowboy hats--lest we forget your sacrifice. By all faculties of reason, it is you that exemplifies the very popularity contest that my sparse ilk and I measure to be the reason for poor interpersonal communication at AHS. I pardon myself for the tone of chastisement that last bit must have carried, but I don't apologize for having my say as to the politics of the jock, the blond, and the complacent voter.

Suffice to say, I'm happy to have no part in it.

Friday, September 16, 2005

Personality Disorder Test

DisorderRating
Paranoid Personality Disorder:Very High
Schizoid Personality Disorder:Moderate
Schizotypal Personality Disorder:Moderate
Antisocial Personality Disorder:Low
Borderline Personality Disorder:Low
Histrionic Personality Disorder:High
Narcissistic Personality Disorder:High
Avoidant Personality Disorder:Low
Dependent Personality Disorder:Low
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder:Low

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Der Fuhrer von Happilünd

To my faithful readers,

Due to a long convalescence, I have been unable to muster anything more than a few studious quotes to throw about. Therefore, no blogging has been attempted for several weeks in order to preserve the professional integrity of your beloved Profundus Sententina. While nothing I write could ever be rightfully considered pure, unadulterated crap, I felt it best to refrain from righting in order to keep face with my critics. That said, everything's okay.

I think I'll write about music. My good, dear friend--the right-honorable Alex Bauer--introduced me to an orchestral rock band called Godspeed You Black Emperor!. I'm in love. "The Dead Flag Blues" is especially wonderful. I've also been on a Dresden Dolls kick of late--highly recommend them to any of you yet unexposed. Hm..what else. Writer's Club is doing quite well, had a nice hour longish meeting this past Wednesday.

Happy Birthday, Mike.

Yours,
Captain Anachronous