Showing posts with label zach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label zach. Show all posts

Sunday, May 18, 2008

I'm a Comment Whore, and I'm sure you are too!

9:53 am.  Aggief-ingland   A A A WHOOOOOOOOOOP!

I love getting comments on the posts that I've made to the blog.  It's an exciting moment, flipping upon my MacBook Pro 2.13 GHz Intel Core Duo Processor machine and seeing that there is a comment on a previous blogging.  I love it!  Unfortunately, this occurrence does not occur enough.  

Comment away!  It's fun to see what we all have to say about all of our blogs, and I know that we all have opinions*.

* overstated opinions

Friday, May 16, 2008

Alone in the Land of Tal

11:30 am.  The Tallahassee.

It's lonely here.  The darkness flung itself upon us sometime last week.  I can't remember the day.  I can't remember any days anymore.  Spending the next month in perpetual nighttime will wear thin on me.  Romo is getting restless.  He perks up at any sound, hoping that at least one more of his five fathers will return.  But they don't don't.  We. Are. Alone.  We long for the days of old, with friends and those we loved.  It's only us now.

We killed a squirrel yesterday.  The only morsel of protein we've had in weeks.  Our rice supply is running low and I don't know how much longer it will last.  I don't know how much longer I will last.  

This may be the last time I write anything for a very long time.  I wish you all safe travels, and know that I wish I was there.  

As for me, I will carry on like I have for so many months before. 

Saturday, May 10, 2008

A Clarification of Sorts

1:00 a.m.
Texarkana, Texas- where the Living is Twice as Nice

It has been brought to my attention that some of you (Aaron) are slightly confused about what the actual, intended purpose of a blog is.  It is not a way to "keep up with each other," because, regretfully, no one really cares what you've been up to.  A blog, this one in particular, is in fact a writing competition.  Each post made to "What Time is it Where You Are?" should be a calculated and quite planned inclusion, as each and all will be judged by a panel of highly distinguished professionals (i.e. Alex, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Homer).

This evening when I opened up my Macbook Pro 2.16 Ghz laptop (made by Apple in California) I expected to be taken on a journey the likes of which I had never seen, to be swept away into a tale of mischief, where hilarity ensues at every corner.  Unfortunately, this was not so.  I was instead greeted by a post that actuallycontains the phrase, and I quote, "my no so exciting life."  The author of this post, whom we will call, Piage, must not have understood that we want to be entertained by the literary perfection coming from each and every word that alights onto our computer screens (mine is a Macbook [Pro]).   We do not want to be bored with the mundane rigors of daily life, or ponderings about our so-called "feelings."   I'm sure that Piage had good intentions, but his/her approach was just all wrong.

If we take nothing else from this, remember this one simple thing; blogging is not for "fun" or "information regarding one another's whereabouts" or "sentimental value" or even "because we 'care' about our friends."  Blogging is a competition, and you don't want to be a loser, do you?

With my Best Regards,
Zach





*** Please disregard this post, it was a playful attempt at humor.  "Piage" is a fictional character created only for the sake of creation.

**** I'm just kidding, this post was for real.

***** "Piage" is actually Paige Smiley, I don't like her.

****** Paige Smiley is selling a circa-2000 Black (Blue?) Volvo in great condition for only $350.  She's a highly motivated seller and loves phone calls, emails, and personal visits.  She can be contacted at (214) 418-1116.  You would think I was joking if I told you her email address.

******* Ok, it's trudy87@neo.tamu.edu

Saturday, May 3, 2008

test

just testing... have a good day.

the night of the naming

1:34 am- CS, TX

An eventful night of blog-naming, now it's bedtime, I'm exhausted.