It has been 4 months since I last wrote something on this blog of mine. Well over 4 months, actually. That does seem like a long time, and once again proves how dependable I really am, doesn’t it? Still, considering the last hiatus was over a year and with virtually no content under my belt, I am not as displeased as maybe I should be. Continue reading “The (vain)glorious Return!”
Love is pretending. Having to pretend, just for the other to not be repulsed by you. That is what I genuinely used to think. Whenever you get asked a question, for example, you have to deliberate on what the correct answer is. And when you give the wrong answer, as eventually you will when you go down that road in the first place, a little bit of you will crumble up and die, leaving you ever so slightly more bitter than you were. After all, you only said what you thought they wanted to hear. How can the other one be mad at you for something that you did not really mean, anyway? Continue reading “Of Fairytales, Blindness, and Battle Fields”
“Well, actually, that is a blimp, not a zeppelin, because it has no rigid frame, you see.” Yes, I know. Insufferable. I have said that. I am a terrible smart-arse. Always have been, always will be. When somebody makes a tiny, inconsequential mistake like that, I just want to correct them. Nobody wants to be wrong, right? Continue reading “How Can an Arse be Smart, Anyway?”
In light of recent events, ahem, I have decided to slightly tweak my update schedule. Instead of every week on Friday, I have decided that I want to have new updates live by Friday. That has pretty much the same effect on you, the reader (thanks for reading, by the way) for hom everything stays the same, but allows me to publish a little early every now and then, should I feel so inclined.
That is all. As you were!
If I had a regular readership, they would have noticed something last Friday. Or rather, they would have noticed the lack of something, a fact that gives me tremendous pleasure in its similarity to a plot element in the Sherlock Holmes story Silver Blaze. Continue reading “The Curious Incident of the Blogger at Update Time”
[The following is an adaptation from an obituary I wrote for Leonard Nimoy last year]
“In the middle of the earth, in the land of the Shire
There’s a brave little hobbit whom we all admire”
Thus starts a song Leonard Nimoy recorded in 1967. Those words obviously do not apply to the man who sang them. Neither did he live in Middle-earth or the middle of the earth and even less in the Shire. Calling him a brave Hobbit is probably only half the truth, and whoever calls him little does not know what they are talking about at all. That leaves us with the last clause, which is the only part of that little couplet that applies to Mr Nimoy without reservations or further qualifiers. Continue reading “Leonard Nimoy, 1931 – 2015”
Well, here we are, over a year since the last entry. And nothing much has changed. I am not quite a soon-to-be-thirty-something anymore, but that just comes with the general laws of physics and what-have-you. I am, however, still as directionless as ever and find myself with lots of free time on my hands and nothing interesting to experience and then write about.
One major thing that did change, though, is not so much a thing as a person. Continue reading “Why pt.2 – Electric Boogaloo”