Picture of Sadness
Excess Weight, Fighting With or With?
I just got a spam with the subject: Win in combat with excess kilos!
Does this mean that I’m supposed to gain weight in order to triumph in battle or that I’m already in combat with the excess weight and I’ve been commanded to succeed? I’m so confused… I just want to do the right thing…
mental_floss Blog » Famous Bands Singing Nonsense
I really needed this today. It had me laughing so hard I was crying. First I watched the Beatles number, which warmed me up, and then I watched the Queen number. By the time Freddie Mercury started coughing/hacking/wheezing/sneezing at the keyboard, I totally lost it. Tears down my cheeks from the laughter.
Day Two
Day two of my exile begins.
While still reeling from a great disorientation effected by my sudden exile, I awaken laboriously to record several observations about my environment. It is dark; there is barely enough light to outline a horizon. I appear to be in the middle of a vast expanse of wasteland. The ground is composed of loose sand that slowly begins to subsume a man walking erect. This makes traversing it extremely difficult and laborious. The only way to remain above the surface in one place for any length of time is to sit or to lie in a prone position. This is all the better, as there is a great coldness here and standing alone for too long can result in a tremendous loss of warmth. This coldness permeates all aspects of one’s being and cannot be warmed by any heater; there are also winds that blow incessantly, seemingly from every direction at once, that cannot be shielded by any jacket or coat of known composition.
Reluctance (by Robert Frost)
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
Trick, Gmail: finding new spam addressed to you
Here’s a helpful hint for those of you who use Gmail and get a lot of spam.
Gmail’s spam filters are pretty excellent when it comes to spam. I get a lot of spam and rarely does one slip by into my inbox. However I also want to check if real messages (ham) got put in the spam folder by mistake. Here’s how I check to see if something was flagged incorrectly without having to look through every single unread spam message, of which there could be hundreds piled up.
The Sad Songs in My Mind
No, I’m not okay. I can’t focus right now. I hurt too much. I know I owe work my full attention when I’m at work, but today is just a very bad day for that. And to be quite honest, I don’t want to see “happy” in front of me either, so if you’re in a good mood, don’t try to rub it off on me. I may just take you down with me. Romantic love is stupid and it sucks. I’m tired of Hollywood trailers, billboard ads, and everything else telling me what my life should be.
Things are Unright
This still sucks. I don’t know how she is. I don’t even know where she is. I haven’t seen her, I haven’t heard from her, I haven’t received any form of communication from her in more than what normally should be a reasonable interval. Is she all right? Is she laying in a ditch somewhere? Was she in an accident? I don’t know.
This is not how things should be. I’m not good at this kind of limbo.
Yet this is what I said I would do and I am a man of my word.