Ah, so I have not posted in a long while. As has often been said about pretty much everything I do, this is a recurring theme. With me.
And for that, Cantay says sorry (again). He can't put too much heart into it this time, though. The fact is, despite existing regret and despite desire to avoid replication of his actions, he knows he will repeat them, and therefore to ask forgiveness would be much too shallow. So the regret is expressed here so that its existence may be understood and acknowledged.
I may move on to more important matters now that that confusing bit of third-personism has been set aside. (Yearly quotas, you see--notice the parentheses? Themes that recur...) I have approximate ten hours before I am on my way to Washington DC, approximately thirteen before I arrive in the capital, and approximately fifteen (I'm being conservative in this estimate) until I finally see my girlfriend again. Hey, she hates it when I get sappy, but at this point, I think that this is allowed.
I think back to Odysseus now. I mean, here I am quite eager to get back after one month away from my girlfriend of something around two months, and there is a man who had been away for something close to forever from his wife of something close to forever + slightly more time. Can't blame him for all the crying that he did--even if he slept with Calypso (or I think it was Calypso) every night.
Well, my experience isn't entirely comparable to Odysseus's. Let's just say I didn't do no cryin'. Heh heh heh heh heh.
Yes. Yes, it is safe to say that I am asking for castration. It's what happens when you're me.
Oh, and this paragraph I'm dedicating to Kivae, who through searing wit and a bit of nagging reminded me that I had a blog to attend to (which I had forgotten about after finishing the previous paragraph--she showed me this one webcomic that I hadn't seen for a while and much ooooing ensued). Rock on, Kivae. And... keep reading my blog and radically increasing my audience by doing so. ^.^
I have to admit right now that I'm feeling this very strong urge to go back and finish that webcomic. Thankfully, I have a semi-coherent post ready for you guys, so I'm sure that you all won't mind if I cut it short. And if you do mind, then you suck. So there. Nyah.
Hasta la byebye, kidz0rs.
And for that, Cantay says sorry (again). He can't put too much heart into it this time, though. The fact is, despite existing regret and despite desire to avoid replication of his actions, he knows he will repeat them, and therefore to ask forgiveness would be much too shallow. So the regret is expressed here so that its existence may be understood and acknowledged.
I may move on to more important matters now that that confusing bit of third-personism has been set aside. (Yearly quotas, you see--notice the parentheses? Themes that recur...) I have approximate ten hours before I am on my way to Washington DC, approximately thirteen before I arrive in the capital, and approximately fifteen (I'm being conservative in this estimate) until I finally see my girlfriend again. Hey, she hates it when I get sappy, but at this point, I think that this is allowed.
I think back to Odysseus now. I mean, here I am quite eager to get back after one month away from my girlfriend of something around two months, and there is a man who had been away for something close to forever from his wife of something close to forever + slightly more time. Can't blame him for all the crying that he did--even if he slept with Calypso (or I think it was Calypso) every night.
Well, my experience isn't entirely comparable to Odysseus's. Let's just say I didn't do no cryin'. Heh heh heh heh heh.
Yes. Yes, it is safe to say that I am asking for castration. It's what happens when you're me.
Oh, and this paragraph I'm dedicating to Kivae, who through searing wit and a bit of nagging reminded me that I had a blog to attend to (which I had forgotten about after finishing the previous paragraph--she showed me this one webcomic that I hadn't seen for a while and much ooooing ensued). Rock on, Kivae. And... keep reading my blog and radically increasing my audience by doing so. ^.^
I have to admit right now that I'm feeling this very strong urge to go back and finish that webcomic. Thankfully, I have a semi-coherent post ready for you guys, so I'm sure that you all won't mind if I cut it short. And if you do mind, then you suck. So there. Nyah.
Hasta la byebye, kidz0rs.
2 Comments:
At 17 January, 2005 11:34,
Anonymous said…
Interesting.
You do need to post more often.
I find it terribly saddening when there is nothing to hate or be bitter towards for long periods of time.
I actually resorted to reading some of your earlier blogs....terrifying I must say.
At 18 January, 2005 23:15,
Das Goat said…
Well, I'm glad to see that I can still inspire emotion in people. ^.^
And sorry, David. I'm not coming up with a webcomic; I just meant that I was reading one. (VGCats, if you're curious. Heheheh.)
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