Archive for November, 2002
I Had a Long Weekend
12 Comments Published by m!les November 26th, 2002 in News, Sports. Listen to this post.So long that I can’t possibly type it all. I started to write an outline and it got so long that the weight of turning it into a full blown post depressed me to tears.
So, here are the highlights.
Dan came up for the LAN Party (LAN pahr-tee) all the way from the School of [...]
I hadn’t been in college more than a week and I already needed a new roommate. I had the choice of staying in my room (and quite possibly getting a football player for a roommate) or I could ask one of the other two single rooms if they would be my neighbor. Well, [...]
Blink Blink Blink
Guess what? New emoticons!! Jeff and I painstakingly associated, bit by bit, emoticon to text so that we can have moving ones (I was very animate about this) and so that you can have more.
I also have many many hidden emoticons. In fact, there are 22 out of 29, which [...]
A Girl On A Train
8 Comments Published by m!les November 20th, 2002 in Writings. Listen to this post.I get images, like anyone else does, about things they read. Sometimes these come painfully. They are vague and shadowy, and one must concentrate hard, harder, to bring them forth. Often these images aren’t true to themselves. They are not what they actually are. They change themselves, because they do [...]
Am I Dope Or What ?
1 Comment Published by m!les November 19th, 2002 in Writings. Listen to this post.When did the word “dope” mean cool? I must have missed that transition. I blame rap music.
Today I only have info to report.
We have two new authors.
The first is “missa” who has published one poem in the [ ]words[ ] section.
The other is my cousin, “brenna” who posted four poems in the [ [...]
This Isn’t Funny : I Have Issues
9 Comments Published by m!les November 18th, 2002 in Art. Listen to this post..:.
i have so much to say
but words of fog escape
it was a perfect day
but my emotional rape
.:.
i reach for snow flakes
who tell what to write
but for all it takes
i can ‘ t clear my sight
.:.
angst and questions
blasphemy of soul
masochist suggestions
words take their toll
.:.
mirrors : own to cut
fasces : cut to buy
people : asking what ?
and [...]