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Winterset Redux
Pictures!
Wed, Oct 2nd, 2002
Message Board
So my phone will get a rest
Mon, Sep 30th, 2002
More about Katie
Because I said so.
Fri, Sep 27th, 2002
Winterset
Plus a CD Review
Mon, Sep 23rd, 2002
Girls
GRRRRRRR!
Wed, Sep 18th, 2002
Crazy dream
Plus I got to hear some live polka
Fri, Sep 13th, 2002
9/11
Why I will always remember to never forget
Wed, Sep 11th, 2002
Bored and Frustrated
Stupid Code!
Tue, Sep 10th, 2002
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Appetizer
So as to tide you over
Updates have been slow coming, largely because at any given time I am either
way too busy, or life is just too overwhelming. It's been a lot of the
latter lately. I have two stories to keep you entertained. For those of you
who aren't familiar with the Purple Kangaroo, it's a story starring a Purple
Kangaroo in which each participant adds 6 words at a time. The second story
is a Moonbeam story, as they weren't happy with the Purple Kangaroo. Both were
started by my brother and filtered through his AIM friends.
Names have been removed for privacy. Each color represents a person's six
words. Enjoy. I'm off to learn how to drive a stick.
The Purple Kangaroo Story
One bright, sunny morning, the Purple
Kangaroo, named Hoppy, was weeding his
garden with scissors, when suddenly he
came across a giant, smelly dog
named Bill. Legend had it, Bill
loved carrots so much that he
ate too many once and barfed.
Hoppy, stunned, grabbed the dog by
the scruff of his neck and
shouted, "You'll not barf here, mutt!"
Then he threw at carrot at
the neighbor's house and proceeded to
wander over to the grocery store.
Thinking to himself, "Why did I
just throw that carrot? It looked
very tasty. I guess I'll have
to buy another one." Suddenly a
bus ran over Hoppy. The end.
The moonbeam story
Once upon a time, there was
a Moonbeam of the highest class
that thought to itself, what the
heck am I doing in this
astral body, I'll go down to
Happy Land and see what they
give to THEIR highest class, unlike
the poor food I get fed
Our moonbeam slowly sailed to the
Dining hall, shining in, revealing two
bowls of dog food. This wasn't
anything like the dreams Moonbeam was
but it looked good nonetheless. So...
he gobbled it down and went
straight to get help. Eating Moonbeams?
Bob woke with a start. That
didn't feel like a dream, really
more like a horrific nightmare that
enveloped his soul, leaving nothing but
a hungry moonbeam, lost and lonely.
The Moonbeam wasn't sure he liked
getting switched in and out of
his nightmarish dream, and reality. But
this seemed to be his fate.
Glinting off a razor, it approached
the throat of some poor soul.
And bounced off the mirror into
the toilet. Around and around it
swirled. The person had flushed it!
Heroically, it shined where the sun
didn't. Unfortunately that was the end.
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