Thursday, October 28, 2004
The 150th Post
Here it is. The big one-fifty. To celebrate I give you a picture of me as the Ghetto Fabulous Apple Throwing Tree from the Wizard of Oz. Enjoy!!!
Zekius's Hymn of the Moment:"Pure Morning" - Placebo
To end this reading of the Gospel According to Zekius Maximus, I leave you with this:
'There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die." Raoul Duke, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Here it is. The big one-fifty. To celebrate I give you a picture of me as the Ghetto Fabulous Apple Throwing Tree from the Wizard of Oz. Enjoy!!!
Zekius's Hymn of the Moment:"Pure Morning" - Placebo
To end this reading of the Gospel According to Zekius Maximus, I leave you with this:
'There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die." Raoul Duke, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Monday, October 04, 2004
A True Wasteland...
Been back up in Frostburg for a couple of months now. I was hoping that moving away would change some things in my life. Things did change. But I am debating as to whether or not the changes have been for the better. Even with a job, I still feel like I am just here. Just a warm body in a chair to answer questions about Nextel phones. It isn't a bad life. Just very blah. I almost want to take classes again so that I can do something. I should have forced myself to develop a writing schedule, I fear it is too late for such a thing, but I might still try. As long as I can get motiviated enough to even try. If ever I blog again, I will let anyone who still reads this vain attempt at blogging how the exercise goes.
Zekius's Hymn of the Moment:
"My Own Worst Enemy" - Lit
To end this reading of the Gospel According to Zekius Maximus, I leave you with this:
"Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
And blew. 'Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.'"
"Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came," Robert Browning
Been back up in Frostburg for a couple of months now. I was hoping that moving away would change some things in my life. Things did change. But I am debating as to whether or not the changes have been for the better. Even with a job, I still feel like I am just here. Just a warm body in a chair to answer questions about Nextel phones. It isn't a bad life. Just very blah. I almost want to take classes again so that I can do something. I should have forced myself to develop a writing schedule, I fear it is too late for such a thing, but I might still try. As long as I can get motiviated enough to even try. If ever I blog again, I will let anyone who still reads this vain attempt at blogging how the exercise goes.
Zekius's Hymn of the Moment:
"My Own Worst Enemy" - Lit
To end this reading of the Gospel According to Zekius Maximus, I leave you with this:
"Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
And blew. 'Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.'"
"Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came," Robert Browning
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