Dear Diary, door to the outside world remains stubbornly closed for the 837th straight day. I know there are other people because I chat with them all the time and hear them sometimes too.
The neighbor's bird chattered and nittered to itself and reminded me of the time I had a fleeting thought that Nancy Grace was half-owl like someone from Flash Gordon or something like that there.
I believe I am close to figuring out the connection between George Orwell's 1984 and Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice and when I do it'll matter.
I ate a plum and thought about a lot of stuff.
Dear Diary, today I trundled out my own personal version of a “Kindle” which I cobbled together from a toaster and sheer hubris and call a “Clizzard”.
I read “The Machine Stops” by E.M. Forster but couldn’t finish it. That guy is a total a-hole who doesn’t get it.
Found a piece of tinfoil under the fridge. Edited my compendium of What Matters: A History of Matches and Cement.
Ate a piece of white bread (no toaster).
To be cont’d.
Dear Diary, door to the outside world remains stubbornly closed. I am addicted to the idea that someone might actually care about what I have to say or have it matter.
A leaf blew in the window today so I closed it. The window not the leaf – ha ha. I might publish a sonnet about it or a hakuza or whatever it is.
After that I blocked 2 idiots and censored a few comments on my blog becuz they didn’t see things my way which is the only way which is the highway (I only wish I could see a highway).
Neighbor’s cat coughed and died. I am bereft because that cat roamed where I cannot and will not.
Wi-fi very lively today. I ate a piece of cheese.
Dear Diary, thought about learning Pashtun today in case I ever go outside and thence to Afghanistan. Black Ops/Special Forces need all the help they can get not that they'll ever get that.
The Weather Channel said it rained today as if. Casey Anthony was acquitted of murder charges; since I know more about that case than anyone in the world including that smug lightning rod owl creature Nancy Grace, it didn't surprise me in the least - I predicted as much.
I wonder how she puts her head in a bowling ball washing machine to get her hair like that.
In Episode 3 of HBO's "Game of Thrones", Syrio Forel, the Bravosi "Dancing Master" says "Just So" to Ayra Stark. I'm probably the only one who gets that reference to Jack Vance.
I ate a fingernail.
Dear Diary, Nancy Grace remains my most deadly enemy. I'd like to see a YouTube video of her being run through with a sword. Today I blocked a commenter on my blog who said the pyramids were built by men.
Today I found that Journey Into Mystery #89 was misplaced next to issue # 93 (which has a rusty staple) in my comic collection. The massive supports I built to keep the shelves from bowing are holding up quite nicely.
Tivo'd "Glee" and slept after annotating my DVD collection of "Murder She Wrote."