timonium 21093

save shakespeare's church

What hoe, deeare reeder! Pleayse baer wythe mee as thys posste is wrytten in ye olde englishe!

The church of "The Bard" is near ruin and is in need a ton of money to save it!

Please, if any of you love Shakespeare or Star Trek, then please help!

SAVE SHAKESPEARE'S CHURCH! CLICK DAMNIT!

why do i feel like

the best years of my life are already behind me? I fucking hate this ennui thing.

I am still saying fuck you to the paragraph.

No, you can't change my mind.

I like writing like this.

It looks creative, and shit.

I feel like a 25 year old trapped in the body of a 25 year old, living the life of a very boring 25 year old.

It's time to make things happen.

Suggestions/diagnoses welcome but will probably be ignored.

This is going to have to come from within and there is a lot of black goo to search around in.

I'm going back to bed - this time with Nyquil.

nucking futs

I have this terrible feeling of being alone with my thoughts. I blame my 200+ channels and nothing to watch.

Also, ennui is like, the worst thing ever.

Also, all of my last blog entries have been about my not blogging.

That makes me a shitty blogger.

The dilemma, is that I only prefer to write when inspired to write but everyone wants to read things that I write because it is usually at least midly inspired by something.

If I am not inspired then I don't write and no one reads this thing.

Why is this complicated?

Why have I eschewed the paragraph?

Fuck it, I'm going to bed.

never forget this

Or this...

Or this...

not quite dead yet

Greetings to all of no one who may be reading this pathetic neglected blog. Fallow have been the fields of my imagination these last few months and this blog has suffered.

Woe to the reader! Woe to the writer! The cobwebs and intellectual atrophy that have accumulated and taken hold shall be tolerated no longer!

Seriously, sorry about all of this. It's been kind of a strange fall/winter to say the least. Our Texas style winter notwithstanding.

I want you all to know that I am alive and well. I have not been reading any of your blogs mostly because I have no time left to take care of this sacred duty at work. I KNOW! The nerve of those guys, right?

If any of you read Roch around the Clock at baltimoresun.com , you have seen that I am regular commenter there so there is proof I have existed these last few months. Though I have not been able to say anything there until today - after David "Obi Wan Kenobi" Newhan was non-tendered by the Orioles. When I renew my season tickets tomorrow, I will be sure to give the phone jockey I get on the line a stern talking-to about that little mishap.

Also, if I hear another person tell me to forget the history between Baltimore and the Colts, I will do something not nice to them. Everyone who was born here on the shores of mighty Patapsco, was robbed of their birthright. The simple fact that according to the Hall of Fame in Canton, Johnny Unitas played for the Indianapolis Colts is HERESY. I like Peyton, I really do. Seems like a nice guy but wears the wrong fucking uniform.

Dear Indianapolis,

You fucked with the wrong blue collar sports town. You called down the thunder, well now you got it. And its legal. You better run you cur and you tell all the other curs that we're coming. AND HELL'S COMING WITH US!

Love,

Baltimore

Screed over for now. Stay tuned for updates.

P.S. It is now acceptable to wear New York Mets gear, soley based on their association with David "Our Only Hope" Newhan. This blog still maintains a strict anti-New York policy.