Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

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Today, it broke, like sun through storm-scarred skies. It was merely a matter of time.

Recently, somone crossed me. For no reason, mistaking me for some easily intimidated layperson, that some combination of enigmatic geekery and self-righteous conservatism would demean me into aquiescence. I was even being kind and genial when it happened, I making conversation. And their snide, underhanded comments came without reason but to boost the speaker's pride. I slid from kindness to viciousness in a heartbeat, this kitten has claws. I didn't let up, I wouldn't back down, I wouldn't stop. Eventually, frazzled, he left to take a plane. I merely grinned, chuffed like the feline who had just dismembered a rodent for pleasure. I don't feel bad, he had it coming.

I'm burdened by a Nietzschean concept of success. This is maddening at points, but I would have it no other way. Specialisation is for insects, wot?

I just kicked Zeus' ass, slapped the shit out of him. Now, for Titan difficulty.

It really is a beautiful day.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Dr. Dre - Big Ego's (song d/l)
Alternative Title: I Don't Sympathise With Whack Hoes And Whimpy Guys, You Have To Realise That Man Is An Enterprise

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Originally Uploaded here by SighlentJ

I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed by the last two weeks.

Too intense, too much.

I need sleep.

Written On: Parents' Computer

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Originally Uploaded here by bmarley

How are things?

Really good. I had a really shitty week.

I mulled over this contradiction, and marvelled at the symptomatic nature of my woes. Minor issues. Life, the disease, appears to be benign.

Somtimes, work sucks. Sometimes, my artistic endeavours are frustrating. Sometimes, the ruddy mountains won't open because of storm warning. The world still unravels at the edges of your silhouette, and my stringed habit continues to gather dust until after May. But things work, things function. Not through chance, but by design.

The disease appears to be benign.

You should try it.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: The Streets - Original Pirate Material (album d/l HOLY CRAP, D/L THIS NOW)

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Originally Uploaded here by Splat Worldwide

I wish it wasn't raining right now, I need to clear my head and boarding would do that.

I am very hungry, but yesterday my stomac felt like churning death. Food is scary. Perhaps bacon will be my saviour.

I am going to Mother Courage again tonight, seeing it on opening and then closing. This makes me stupid happy.

I love Genevieve something stupid.

Written On: Home Computer
Alternative Title: Me Me ME!
Original Title: Cat Got Your Tongue?

PS Did you get the joke of the photo before clicking the link?

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Originally Uploaded here by Maddy

And now I am sore.

I am also feeling emo, but the title is more important that than.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Radiohead - Kid A (album d/l)

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Originally Uploaded here by Immortal Thrill-Seeker

I need music, loud, rough abraisive, maddening music that I can feel as well as listen to. Like, in the stomac, or the kidneys. Yes.

I have been getting enough sleep lately. This makes me feel much much better. Also, enough food tends to work.

Work itself is important. I had a few days off because of illness and did alot of snowboarding but was so stressed out I got sores. I'm at work again, and much more relaxed. Sometimes I think I'm a carpenter to recover from snowboarding and a snowboarder to recover from carpentry.

To complete, toss in a dash of gender activism and a girlfriend (wooooooo, lookit that combination!) and we're basically done. Writing and musicianship will come after I return from my artistic sabbatical.

I will be doing a bunch of snowboarding this weekend. Double Yes.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Static X - Wisconsin Death Trip (album d/l)
Alternative Title: To Win a Knife Fight, You Must Be Willing to Be Stabbed

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I recently couldn't remember the word for washer. I stumbled, saying bolt again and again, and then moved on to nut, because it was closer even though I knew it was wrong. When finally the correct word was suggested, I felt like giving in to madness, to answering the way that was independant of the other half of the conversation but was what I had wanted to say.

You know how many topics I can speak intelligently on? At some point, after filling this with hoardes of information from topics so diverse that I would difficulty counting them all, stuff starts to fall out.

Renaissance, as it were.

I feel bitchy. Abraisive, like sandpaper. Like growling away any company that presents itself. Not to say that I don't like people, just that I'm inertial: solitude desiring solitude, contact desiring contact. Right now, I am alone, hence, the attitude. I also think I may be in some people's bad books these days. The question, my dears, is not if but who.

I think I'm off to bed.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Reading: Tigana by Guy Gavriel Kay

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