Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 


It's been over a month since this little bit of nowhere has seen life. I'm frankly amazed it hasn't begun to stink the place up with an odour of death, though from what I've heard people have been poking this blog with a stick to see if it has in fact passed on (and if I have in fact adopted LiveJournal as my new master, which to the disappointment of many, I have not). In any case, I think such a momentous event as this warrants a half-amused, half-surprised remark of, "Fuck, it's still alive!"

Say it with me now...


...and now you get to explain to anyone else in your home why you just said that aloud. Regardless, I'm not being held responsible for any punishments you may incur.

So what petty little excuse do I have for abandoning this little bit of nowhere and leaving it forlorn and alone on the side of the Internet roadway? Well, the short answers are: a desperate need of new shoes, and flaming nargles. I'll leave the cryptic answers at that, since I think it's more entertaining to leave everyone debating just what the hell I mean. Besides, the explanations behind them both are long-winded, probably disappointing with regards to the shoes, and the "nargle" one ultimately involves me shrugging & remarking, "Um, my finger slipped?"

I really do hope to continue on this little bit of nowhere for a while yet. At least until Anime North 06, in which case the multitudes of people I meet are free to bludgeon me with LJ propaganda...though I'll admit I'm not above bribing. Pocky's a good place to start. And if you buy me a box set, then hell, I guess I'll have no choice but to cross over to LJ.

Though if any of you buy me the Twisted Tales of Tokyo boxset as a bribe, I'm afraid I'll have to kill you on the spot. Probably with the boxset itself.

So here we go yet again: another attempt to revive this little bit of nowhere and turn a blog of semi-eternal stench into a Necroblogicon. Keep your fingers crossed for seeing my rant about insipid little things and owning up to my own acts of baka. I know, I know: if I go on silent running again, what else could possibly fill the void in your otherwise go-nowhere, do-nothing, pointless existence?

How about trying www.geocities.jp/lledoece/nanaca-crash.html

And in keeping with tradition, here's Today's Lesson as brought to you by Mel: when you retrieve the mail from the mailbox, don't forget your keys and leave them hanging in the lock of your mailbox. Hmmm...so this is what it's like to be on the other side of bakaness. You know, I have to take a moment to commemorate this rarity and savour the feeling...

(Yeah, she still hasn't lived it down just yet.)


But before we go, I'd like to take the time for a public service announcement:


posted by Phillip at 5:18 PM