January 2010
Enter Victoria Asher
Dear Diary,
Today I became aware of the existence of Victoria Asher, also known as Vicky-T, of Cobra Starship.
I am in love.
In which the Frailty of Life is pondered
Have you ever come close to being killed and wondered,
“did I survive that?”
I read a story one time where a girl was met with a horrible accident. She got up, dusted herself off and went on living. The twist was, as it turns out, she wasn’t living at all. Sort of like The Sixth Sense?
Every time I barely avoid some kind of awful death, I take a second and bite my tongue. If I...
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Volveré: Fort Ticonderoga
In which our Hero finds himself in a very familiar...
It’s happened again.
I made eye contact tonight with a cute girl at work, and she’s gone and added me on facebook.
Never mind the fact that:
I have no idea who she is.
My nametag only has my first name.
To add me on facebook, she’d have to know my last name.
Since I got off work at nine, she’s:
Liked two of my statuses.
Liked my profile picture
Commented twice on...
In which we are introduced to the GBR
George Orwell once said that “the essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection.”
That’s bullshit.
I chase perfection in the way that Pellinore devoted himself to the pursuit of the Questing Beast.
At the risk of losing every female acquaintance I’ve ever had, I shall explain to you, my dear Reader, my search for the Gorgeous Brooding Redhead.
The GBR is...
A Re-introduction to Lighter-than-Air Travel
I love airships.
They used to be popular until a series of horrible accidents turned the public off of them.
The Hindenburg. The Akron.
Did you know that the Empire State Building houses a zeppelin dock at the top?
It was built so that passengers on lighter-than-air ships could disembark in the middle of the city.
I think that’s the coolest damn thing.
Volveré: Canyon de Chelly
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In which our Hero muses on a lost Love
Yesterday was the thirteenth day of the thirteenth month of the one major relationship of my life.
It was also the last.
The young lady (for her sake we shall call her Violet) and I were the most adorable of lovers. Or so our friends said. But they were right, of course. “They” most often are. Walking down the hallway, holding hands, caressing fingers and looking for all the world...
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Light... Pollution?
It never gets dark around here.
Even at three in the morning, I can look out my window and pick out objects almost as clearly as if I saw by the light of the full moon.
The glare from the city keeps the sky from becoming any darker than a sickly yellow.
I bet it wasn’t always that way.
The only way to see stars anymore is to gout out into the countryside.
Orion. Polaris. Ursa Major,...
A Revelation
School does not block tumblr. Vive la rèvolution.
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In which, having garned our Trust, our Hero...
There are two things you should know before reading this poem.
One. A Chelsea Smile, also known as a Glasgow Grin, is a method of torture/disfigurement in which the corners of the victim’s mouth are cut upwards in the shape of a nice wide smile. Tommy Flanagan has one. And yes, sigh, the Joker as portrayed by the late Heath Ledger has one too.
Two. I got the idea for this poem thinking...
In which we meet our hero
Ladies and Gentlemen
Unaccustomed as I am to public speaking, I thought it prudent to prepare a cursory introduction to myself and my interests, that you might all the more appreciate my ramblings.
You may refer to me how you wish. I’ll do my best to refrain from using my real name. I intend to get down and dirty and personal. I don’t need people from the real world ruining my fun.
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