Saturday, July 23, 2005

Patchwork blog

These are all a bunch of random thoughts that came into my head the other day as I was lying in bed. I actually scribbled them down in point form and I present them to you here, in blog form:

1. This is an old idea, but one I've never actually posted before. One of the reasons that girls don't like me is surely the fact that their mothers do (or inevitably will). I mean, really, would you go out with some guy that your mom thinks if fabulous? Likely not. I know this, because all of my mother's friends think I'm great. "Oh, he's just the nicest young man", "He's so polite and articulate", "Why can't my Tommy be more like him" etc. Then there's the "Oh, I have a daughter his age, you know!". Trust me, your daughter will not be interested if you are.

2. I truly do hate MSN (addicted though I may be) and all the time it takes away from what might be a rich, full life otherwise. The thing I despise most about it, is the general level of illiteracy I have to put up with whilst conversing on it. "your rite, its two hot too do nething 2day" is not a sentence. I hate this post-literate society which we seem to have entered.

3. I never really discuss politics on this blog and that's probably a good thing. It's one of my problems in 'real life' and at least I've kept it under control here. Far too many time I bring up my admiration for George W. Bush or my opposition to gay marriage, two seconds after meeting someone. Not that I'm at all ashamed of my conservative beliefs, it's probably just better to not follow up "Hi, nice to meet you" with "Man, they really should bring back the death penalty".

4. I hate sleeping alone every night. It reminds me of a great line in one of my favourite movies, Groundhog Day (a modern classic).

Q- "Did you sleep well Mr. Connors?"

A- "I slept alone Mrs. Lancaster"

Yes, I'd like to be having sex on a regular basis, but I think even more than that, I'd like to have someone to lie next to, someone to make me feel safe and warm. Yes, that's saccharine and I don't care. It's the truth. Live with it.

8 Comments:

Blogger Daphne said...

That's what I miss most too. Lying in bed in that perfect spot - my head where his shoulder meets his chest. Perfection.

I don't, however, miss much else. Just the cuddle-sleeping.

July 24, 2005 12:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Its two hott 4 cuddle-sleeping these dayz.

July 24, 2005 11:54 AM  
Blogger King Hippo said...

Sorry Daph, I'm a but confused. You don't 'miss much else'? What else did I refer to? Sorry if I'm dense, that just confused me!

July 24, 2005 12:42 PM  
Blogger Daphne said...

What I meant is: I don't really miss the sex; I don't really miss anything else about relationships in general. Just the cuddling at night.

July 24, 2005 3:54 PM  
Blogger Beer said...

Oh yeah, I enjoy the cudding as much as the next person, but this is preposterous:

http://www.cuddleparty.com

Yikes.

July 25, 2005 8:49 PM  
Blogger 'Thought & Humor' said...

We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose. A
time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Howdy
Editor
http://ilovehowdy.blogspot.com/

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

'Thought & Humor' by Howdy
http://ilovehowdy.blogspot.com/
CyberHumor, CyberThought
CyberRiddles for your divertissement!!!

July 25, 2005 9:22 PM  
Blogger Beer said...

Speaking of preposterous, what the fuck is that?

July 25, 2005 9:36 PM  
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