Friday, July 23, 2004

look out, Moby Dick..!

for some reason, there are people out there who think they have not only the right, but the necessity, of sticking harpoons into the gentle giants of the sea.

I can't, for the life of me, imagine just what you can get from a whale that hasn't been replaced by more easily obtainable materials. Whale oil lamps, while romantic, just don't make sense. I haven't seen whale on a menu anywhere in any eateries I've visited. And, while I know a few goth ladies who just love corsets, they're more inclined to wear pvc or leather, with plastic stays, rather than those with whalebone stays. It can't be just for sport. I just don't get it. Leave them alone. I'm sure there are other things more worthy of harpooning...
pearls before swine...

Moby Dickhead...

of course, if any of those whalers should come across this arrogant blob of blubber floating around the ocean, I wouldn't blame them for sticking a harpoon into his fat, worthless ass...

pearls before swine...





Thursday, July 22, 2004

have i ever mentioned...

that, on occasion, Blogger sucks? It just ate a huge post. And here's what I learned; in the new post composing window, if you want to select all the copy and use the Control A shortcut, it only highlights the copy visible in the window, not the entire text. So, when I tried to repaste the post into the window, only that portion of it appeared. And so I'm pissed. From now on I will have to remember to manually highlight all the text I want to copy. So you can thank Blogger that you're reading this, instead of my thousand plus word tome on how much I love coffee, the merits (or lack thereof) of the new Cure cd, a story about a catbird and a great lot of other caffiene inspired blather. Grrrrrrrr.
Maybe I'll try again later.
pearls before swine...

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

lazy old goth...

yeah, I really am. The well of profound thoughts has been suffering from summer drought. Everytime I crank the bucket down into it's depths, it comes up empty... or with an old sock or a dead bird in it. So, since my muse are on extended summer holiday, here's something to tide you over;
found this today while web surfing. I really like it.
The Angel Theory, online ethereal music, good for the soul. Nice site, too.
Hope you enjoy it.
later.
pearls before swine...