What I do at around 9:00 at night

You may wonder what blog writers of caliber do with our free time. The short answer to this is nothing. That is why we have a blog. While I am aware that my collaborators may resent this statement it does not make it any less true. If I were not blogging right now I would undoubtedly be doing nothing, maybe groaning in self pity or something like that. In short, blogging is one the many reliefs from the mundane life that I lead during the day. Spiderman and Batman save lives and jump off buildings in their free while I sit and type words, somewhat randomly, onto a computer screen. It's all the same really.... Here is a sample of my day....


1)  GET UP. This is the worst part of the day but unfortunately this is usually inevitable. But, if I can just stay in bed for one more minute......


2)  GO TO SCHOOL.  This isn't too bad. School is just a building with rooms in it. When you get there you go and sit in a room. Then you go and sit in another room. This is fine with me I just wish I knew why we do this as I can typically move from room to room of my own accord in the comfort of my own home. I will meditate on the purpose of school and write more later.


3)  LUNCH. You get to eat food and not be in a room. Enough said.


4)  GOING HOME. This is good except when people ask you how you're day was and did you do anything exciting and you have to lie and say you did something besides sit in rooms all day


5)  SLEEP. This is pretty good and in fact may be the nicest part of the day depending on how tired you are. The only problem with this is that you have to GET UP in the morning (see 1).


This is the basic framework for my day. Within this frame work are other things such as being confused and confusing people because I am myself confused. I also like Bonobos.

The great storm of '27

     When I think of myself and bonobos the first thing that comes to mind is the great storm of '27. They were in quite a fix then, what with their trees falling over and getting wet, I had to do something. What ended up happening was they all moved in with me. So there I was, with fifty plus bonobos living with me. Now you might be thinking, How on earth did you fit fifty plus bonobos into your tiny little apartment? and let me tell you it was difficult. Yet somehow, miraculously, they all fit and weathered out the storm with me. Yes, living with more than five dozen small(ish, actually not really, they were all about the same size as me, except for the babies - they were tiny) furry creatures was not easy. Walking around my apartment was not easy; they were piled up, at least three deep. Nor was it very quiet. While bonobos are not a rock concert they are very loud, more on the order of a very dramatic classical piece. Luckily I was able to hold it together and not kill too many of them.
     After a couple of weeks the storm was over. Yes, I thought, the storm is over. Now all these crazy monkeys will leave me in peace and quiet. It was not to be. You see, they decided  that since they loved living in my house so much, they were going to stay. Oh great, just what I need. Ah well, who am I to argue with a mob of puppy-eyed bonobos.
And so they stayed with me.

life changing!

holy crap! this is my first time blogging ever! what secrets lay in store for me? what new ways to waste my time will become known to me? the need to regurgitate what ever thoughts flow into my head has always been carried in my breast. the weird thing is that i never saw myself blogging before! i thought i'd live out my life without indulging in a virtual blurp among billions that are known as blogs. and now i join the ranks along with my two esteemed fellow bloggers. i cannot disclose their names at this time COUGH* (xander and stephen!) therefore i must use their code names Simon and Bullwinkle after the famous folk band of the 1970s. Yes i am referring to the band we all fondly remember with the man with the frizzy hair and the dumb moose with a big heart. i will not disclose witch one of my fellow bloggers is Simon partially because they are both Bullwinkle. i realize i have become a little sidetracked and that i have compromised and affirmed many secret identities regarding certain conspiracy shrouded government clean ups when Simon went missing in 2033. but then we get into the space time continuum and for the sake of the universe's future and it's current usefulness level which goes down with every word i write, i'm going to shut up now.


(As a disclaimer i'm obligated to say that bullwinkle did not kill simon over a dispute as to who was the better tap dancer)

Finally

Finally after HOURS, and I'm not kidding, Hours, we have a blog. SUCCESS
come back often for more amazing posts.