Well this is just great

Apparently because of these guys no one can comment on anything any more, anywhere on the internet. It doesn't matter what anyone says, you just can't comment on it. You could ask another question in return I suppose, but you couldn't just make a regular comment on whatever it was. I hope that clears up policy a bit for all you holligans.

ANYWAY

It's a rockin' Friday night here in this warm humid place, so aside from the humidness it's really SOMETHING if you know what I mean but I can adapt. To the humidity I mean.

OK, topic CHANGE!

I swear to God and I'm not kidding my hands look like they are about 9 feet away as I watch myself type this. It's like they are the regular size as always but they're about 9 feet away. My arms must really be stretched out... or would have to be I mean. Anyway, none of that really matters so forget it.

What can I say here. I'm thinking of something to write about, which is hard because none of you bastards have written me a comment yet. Well one has but as I recall he was entirely unhelpful in any regard at all. So then, that's it.

I need some music hang on.

ahh, White Stripes 'Blue Orchid'. This rocks a lot.

oh ahh ahh
oh ahh ahh
ohh aahh ahhhh

That's my impression of Jack Stripe in this song, adapted for the internet. Jack is lead singer, you know. I mean well he's the singer/guitar guy and his sister is the drums/occassional singer. That's the arrangement here. Anyway, song is still rockin'. Guitar part. Sexellent. Back to the BASS woo woooooo. So cool. More singing. and BOOM it's allll over.

Now we're into Beck's latest CD. Digging it.

I really should go listen to this so I don't talk here for hours so that will be all. The world of rock here will keep pumpin' it out because...

... it's a Stoney Road
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So tired...

... I haven't slept a wink... I'm sooooo tired... I think I'll fix myself a drink...

John Lennon, though I may have mucked up the words somewhat. That you for bearing with me.

So ANYWAY

Things are fine here today, no complaints AT ALL! That's right. No complaining at ALL. Damn right. Aside from all that, I've got nothing much else on my mind though I was starting to consider watching a bit of a movie. Raiders of the Lost Ark seems to have a good vibe going on, maybe I'll watch that. I've seen it many times of course but right now I honestly don't think I'd recognize my own reflection, should someone provide me with some kind of reflecting type object. Which they haven't as of yet.

I suppose I could play a game for a bit. Grand Theft Auto San Andreas sort of freaked me out a bit last time, maybe that's a bad idea. CounterStrike might be something good. or something. This is sad, I just can't decide.

Damnit, you people need to start enteraining me here. Whoever happens to mistakenly wander in here... leave an anonymous comment or question or something and give this guy some material to work with. WORK WITH ME HERE PEOPLE! I'm working for you, the least you could do is work for me, sort of in return. If you take my meaning and all. Thanks for your time, I rest my CASE!!

DAMN where did all that come from. I felt like you and I were in court or something. Just weird I'd say, but that's life for you. Hopefully we can settle our differences out in the open and just move on from there. We've got to get over this and focus because...

... it's a Stoney Road.
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Poetry night

This may sound terribly cliche, but I feel like writing poetry. Sad yes, odd... certainly, but lets plough ahead anyway. Plough? Plow? Whatever on with the poetry. I'll give this a title then write it, and we'll just see what we get. Sound good? LETS DO IT!

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An Ode to those Smiling
by StoneyRoad
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There are people who seem to think
that complicated stinks
can be had at the drop of a hat

There are others who know
that of all things that blow
the loudest of all are the fat

With their nice big round bellies
and their faces full of jellies
it's no wonder then grin like a cat

Their tale may be funny
but they still made some money
and this is the end, and that's that
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Hey that's not bad. 5 minutes work their folks, I'm like the Apollo of Poetry or something. Amazing.

Anyway, there would be the poetry so you can reflect on that AS YOU WILL, or not at all. Either way please drink responsibly, and drive carefully because...

... It's a Stoney Road

What is this all about?

I just read this article on some other website someplace and I have no idea what they're talking about. Some kind of bear thing or something as near as I can tell, but it all seems stupid to me. I mean, this is a bear of some kind for God's sake.

A bear.

Get a grip people.

So then we move on and talk about something else. I'd have a witty segue for you here but I just can't muster that at the moment. Not at all. In the meantime I need something to write about and honestly I've got nothing.

No wait, there's this. I was just playing Grand Theft Auto San Andreas on the PC before writing this and maybe I can summarize my thoughts about it or something. It's worth a shot, so lets do it. This is IT!

ok So I started playing this Grand Theft Auto game, whatever it's called and I'm this gang member kind of guy and as near as I can tell I can just do whatever I want. Wandering around, driving here and there, beating up hookers... it's all in there just like real life. So anyway, I'm doing different things in this game, we've got that. All of a sudden as I'm just MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS some dude in a purple outfit decides to start shooting at me. WHAT THE HELL DID I DO? Holy crap that was just nuts. One minute I'm tooling along in some sort of beat ass Chevy Nova and the next I'm getting SHOT AT? By TOTAL STRANGERS? Shit, what a crazy ass world I got myself into here is what I was thinking.

So anyway, I spun around and ran those guys over a few times then took their stuff and drove off. Eventually into the ocean actually, but that's besides the point.

So I guess the moral here is Grand Theft Auto San Andreas is a great game to play if you want to live in a shitty, shitty dirt ass city while at the same time enjoying getting shot at by people you don't know, have never met, and will hopefully never see again.

You know what it is? It's a Stoney Road.

ok, the first real post OF THE DAY!

woohoo I'm glad to be here. HERE of all places damnit, here I am. YEAH!

So anyway, this is my first post on this thing so we'll see how it goes. Seems to be going pretty damned well atm (at the moment) so I'll just continue on. Notice I put instructions as to what things like atm are in the last sentence. That's of paramount importance to people like you.

So anyway. This is my first post on this thing so we'll see how it goes. Nothing much to report on this end, I hope you're doing well wherever you might be.

I wonder where you are? I know where I am, but I don't have the foggiest clue where you're from. These things should have some sort of support for you people posting and me reading. As it is, things are pretty one sided. If only we could communicate somehow, but alas that just isn't going to happen. As I said, this is pretty one sided anyway of course, but add into that the very time dilation involved. I mean I'm writing this now FOR ME, and you will of course read it in YOUR now sometime in MY future. When you consider that I would siggest SUGGEST even that you have virtually NO HOPE we'll ever form a rational understanding. SO. We move on.

I guess that about wraps up what's in my head at the moment. Consiparcy, seduction and powerful story telling... all in one package.

It's a Stoney Road.

A test post

Yes, a test post. Enjoy it.