As I do, when unoccupied and unentertained, I have of late been around some of the stranger sites and sights the internet has to offer. There is, you see, only so much news of any consequence to read in a day; and as I have recently rejoined the ranks of the unemployed, I find myself with considerably more spare time than things with which to consume it. This is, ironically enough, one of my life goals. A small goal, perhaps, but virtually unattainable nonetheless. I challenge anyone reading this (is there anyone?) to give me a plausible and nonephemeral situation in which I could possibly attain my dream of doing nothing. My present situation, therefore, does not apply; although I do have sufficient resources at my disposal that the need to find a new source of employment is not a pressing one, in time my savings will dwindle and necessitate a return to the workforce. Such is the way of things, I suppose.
A non-sequitur, but I note that while browsing around here in search of someone interesting (or perhaps just a way to occupy myself), I tend to pay more attention to verbosity. While I share the tendency to be overly--perhaps needlessly--loquacious, it is one I tend to supress on a fairly frequent basis. I am not entirely sure why I do this, though without my full intent, this seems to have become an attempt to at least partially recify that deficit. It should be noted, however, that my irrational attraction to needlessly cumbersome words is another of the ironies of my mental processes. You see, while I detest things that make themselves deliberately incomprehensible, I seem to strive to make myself such anyway. It is possible that someone will eventually create a language completely devoid of comprehension; a former roommate of mine has come close. I have, on innumerable occasions, been required to translate between English and what I can only describe as Jefflish for purposes of clarity.
As has become my standard, I wanted to say something of at least a little merit in this space, but have yet again failed to do so. Given the contents of my mind, I am not entirely sure if this is a good thing or not.
yrs,
tensix
A non-sequitur, but I note that while browsing around here in search of someone interesting (or perhaps just a way to occupy myself), I tend to pay more attention to verbosity. While I share the tendency to be overly--perhaps needlessly--loquacious, it is one I tend to supress on a fairly frequent basis. I am not entirely sure why I do this, though without my full intent, this seems to have become an attempt to at least partially recify that deficit. It should be noted, however, that my irrational attraction to needlessly cumbersome words is another of the ironies of my mental processes. You see, while I detest things that make themselves deliberately incomprehensible, I seem to strive to make myself such anyway. It is possible that someone will eventually create a language completely devoid of comprehension; a former roommate of mine has come close. I have, on innumerable occasions, been required to translate between English and what I can only describe as Jefflish for purposes of clarity.
As has become my standard, I wanted to say something of at least a little merit in this space, but have yet again failed to do so. Given the contents of my mind, I am not entirely sure if this is a good thing or not.
yrs,
tensix
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cool_spot:
So, can I assume that we should be expecting your presence at Earl's and the (likely) following shinannigans this weekend?
despairfactor:
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT