Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Well here it is. My very first blog. First blogs seem to be quite cliche. Like my first two sentences. I'm not off to a very good start now am I? Anywho... I figured I'd jump on the blog bandwagon and use this as a way to communicate with my legions of fans. Ok, so my mum will probably be the only one who reads this. But maybe someone will stumble upon this blog one day and see deep into the recesses of my mind and be very afraid and need years of councilling to recover. In case you can't tell, I'm quite sleep deprived and suffering from a nasty cold. My brain isn't really functioning very well.
I've been working as an extra on the new 'Charlotte's Web' film being shot in Victoria at the moment. It's a two week stint of long hours and lots of popcorn and fairy floss. And when I say long hours, I mean long hours. Most days are 12 hour days from 5:30am - 5:30pm. Who gets up at 4:30am? Me apparently. Like I said, my brain isn't functioning. So look out for my elbow and my back coming soon to a cinema near you!
Well if you're still reading I'm glad you're still here. I'll keep updating, but for now, tschuess!
Congratulations.
On attempting to comprehend.
This letter: F^.
*sending you lots of money*
I think my floppy drive is broken... and filled with 10 cent pieces.
*sob*
I needed that to play Wolfenstein! My life is over!
*curls up in corner wracked with heaving sobs*
are you going to be famous? like: the third earlobe on the left of the ferriswheel behind the tree in front of charlotte's sty.
therevhead
What's a "baps"? local pub? bakery? Druidic order deep in the primeval forest? does it stand for Bakery And Pub Space?
When you're famous can i have an autographed photo of your ears, standing next to orlando blooms elven ears?
revhead
'Baps' is baptist church, so you're either not from there, or just really good at playing dumb.
amercan presidents are all born again baptists - like george W and billie clinton... the fuzzball idol dude guy whats-it is a baptist isn't he? Do you have an afro?
revhead
the last word
last word!!!!!!!!!!!!
last word!!!!!!!!!!!!
last word!!!!!!!!!!!!
last word!!!!!!!!!!!!
last word!!!!!!!!!!!!
last word!!!!!!!!!!!!
last word!!!!!!!!!!!!
He noiselessly weaves his way between them, stirring up the dust of three long years.
As he reaches trh's 'last post!!' comment, he gently whispers into the darkness:
"Last post, suckers."
Aeons have past.
The carver has undoubtedly long gone.
"Well, well, well!" he says, "We'll see about that."
Out comers the chisel and mallet and before you can say Ca'pn America he carves
No! THIS is the last post."
Quiet as a Ninja wrapped in shadow he steals from the musty and cobwebbed chamber."