Yes, it was a riggorous pace, but I managed to ensure a post each day for the entire month of December. But I survived! You didn't think I could make it... but I exceeded all your expectations, and thrived on the labor thrust upon me! Like a horse ridden to its early demise, I learned from my mistakes, and will never repeat them.
First mistake: I never saw it coming. A whole month of chronic posting? How did I ever fall into such a rut... my creative muscles are dying of exhaustion! I'll never be able write a funny story for days!
Also, I write best when I'm sleep-deprived. Since I've got two more weeks of vacation before the next semester, I'm getting enough sleep, and therefore, nothing of note is forming in my mind.
Already. My. Mind. Weakens.
Boom! Pow pow! I'm a computer!
I'll be back tomorrow, so you'd also probably be here, under the moon and stars. That's where the dreams to dream and the sights to see are coming from. Forming lilly pads deep in the night sky, above the puny Earth where all can gaze upon its majestic beauty. I understand the sky-people, and they know that deep under all my human organs lies the robotic heart of a pirate. “MP3 pirate”, shouts iBeard from beyond the barrier of life and death. Yes... iBeard died a long time ago, along with the crew of the Seasnail... I remember it quite clearly, as though I had been there.
Why do I&mdash is my mind playing tricks on me?! Who are you?!
First mistake: I never saw it coming. A whole month of chronic posting? How did I ever fall into such a rut... my creative muscles are dying of exhaustion! I'll never be able write a funny story for days!
Also, I write best when I'm sleep-deprived. Since I've got two more weeks of vacation before the next semester, I'm getting enough sleep, and therefore, nothing of note is forming in my mind.
Already. My. Mind. Weakens.
Boom! Pow pow! I'm a computer!
I'll be back tomorrow, so you'd also probably be here, under the moon and stars. That's where the dreams to dream and the sights to see are coming from. Forming lilly pads deep in the night sky, above the puny Earth where all can gaze upon its majestic beauty. I understand the sky-people, and they know that deep under all my human organs lies the robotic heart of a pirate. “MP3 pirate”, shouts iBeard from beyond the barrier of life and death. Yes... iBeard died a long time ago, along with the crew of the Seasnail... I remember it quite clearly, as though I had been there.
Why do I&mdash is my mind playing tricks on me?! Who are you?!
One a day is too much, dude. Not that we didn't all benefit from the redoubled exposure to Roboshurbbery.
But really, it was an embarrasment of riches. My eyes couldn't keep up with the pace.
Aaaargh! Now I have to wear a patch, and I don't mean the nicotine kind. Shiver me timbers and download some Metallica, I believe this ship is setting sail....destination: INSANITY
Insanity is our middle initialization file complete.
*reformatting at 12%*
I understand, writing daily is hard. I think I am going to cut back some too!
Loved it-miss it. What will the new year bring?
I enjoyed your posts immensely!
Hey, Gyrobocop--thanks for all of the posts in Decemberonimo. They were great!
p.s. why you don't comment on my blog no more? Is it my lack of English skills or what, man? (to be spoken like Carlito, from Carlito's Way [Pacino movie]).
dude..are you Kilroy?
go for twice a week...nice easy pace