I have discovered recently that our dogs, Gatit and Kaikaem harbor a secret and unrequited love for eachother, throwing it in the faces of a condemning society and a bunch of southerners who are probably condemning except it’s hard to tell ’cause you can’t understand a word they’re saying. Aka. our dogs are gay. Either that or Kaikaem thinks Gatit is a girl because of all the pretty pink bows and ribbons in his fur. I now call Gatit Gatoi when I’m bored.
That was actually just one of several titles I came up with, some of the others including “Blogito egro sum” and ”Cogito quay Cogito ergo Cogito quay sum.” Thanks to Prof. G. W. Burns for the assistance in latin editing. These of course were only a few of the great many midnight hilarities that I came up with, that somehow don’t seem quite as funny anymore. I even breafly considered a carrer as a writer for Iron Chef, just so I could fit in the tagline of “His defeat was inevitable. And inedible!” or maybe just taglines, like BCTF: Accept No Substitues. Like I said, it all seems a lot funnier after midnight.
Couple of good books I’ve read lately, both of which gave me that wonderful feeling of I-don’t-want-to-stop-reading-even-though-it’s-a-school-night-and-I-have-to-get-up-in-four-hours-and-lets-make-this-book-never-end which is second only to the feeling of this-book-is-really-exciting-and-the-sequal-is-for-sale-beside-that-ice-cream-shop. Or possibly love (the half melted look, right… wendy?) (or was that Annie, or other?). but yeah, books rule. Namely the books lately have been Kafka on the shore, by Haruki Murakami, and amazing book walking the fine line between reality and fantasy, every time I thought it had gone a bit too far into mystical to hold onto that really grouded reality feel, it pulled right back, went dead real and left you wondering what had really happened, a dream, magic, a Greater Power, or just the perspective of an old, insane man. Towards the end it gave a more definite feel of spirtual, but not magical, it never lost a sense of reality, and for the life of me I couldn’t tell you what the plot was. I could tell you what happened, sure, but what the main goal was, where the story was going, and where exactly it ended, I’ll be darned if I know. I really have to get more of this guy’s stuff. It’s amazing, it really fits what I want from a book, they’re long, and while he may have random, almost out of place bits of maturity, he doesn’t take away from the book its self. Also I’ve been introduced to Keley Armstrong. Those who know her, don’t laugh. She’s good, a pretty captivating writer, i genuinely really enjoyed her stuff. To give a sense of why one might be embarrased by this I’ll say she’s somewhere between Anne Rice and Laurell K. Hamilton, with werewolves. Yes, a good “tormented dark soul” book that isn’t about vampires. Yes it’s a guilty pleasure, but darned if I’m going to let that stop me from enjoying it. I like it. So there *crosses arms and pouts*.
For those who care, and those whove asked for it (Yay! Thankyou! I feel loved!) here’s my new adress.218/5 Thinanon Rd., Moo1, Guerng, Mueung, Mahasarakham, 44000.
How’s that for a mouthful?
In thai that’s … nevermind, that’ll take way to long to write. My name in thai is รด่ง I’m not sure if you can read that but it says Dong with a falling tone, and is made from the letters that represent Snake and Child. SnakeChild. I like it. My full name อภิวัฒน์ จันทรสมบัติ OH MY GOODNESS THAT”S HARD. I can’t find the key’s on the keyboard because they’ve fit on 44 consanents plus a good fifteen tonal markers and vowels and such by doubling up like mad and hiding them on far off keys that nobody actually uses. Now here’s a language that’s actually fun: One, two, three: Bajumbo moi noi noi jecker, Dabatto bunkergait jun jun, Nora juerue-rotto pura-pura petto…
Oh, I’ve got a nasty headache now. ghargle. Mim phoned me, it made me very very happy. I’ve been singing the Katamari Theme all day, so now I’m listening to it on repeat.
Please headache, go away, I will be happy and fart rainbows just for you if you do.
Can I throw something at you that’s going to possibly make a lot of people hate me, though I’m not neccesarily agreeing withit, but it make for really entertaining debates and funny angry people. “the only way to be truly misogynistic is to be a woman.” Actually that’s by R. K. Milholland, and just in the mood, here’s some other quotes form my great teachers, Messers Milholland and Jacques.
“The quickest way to a mans heart is really through his stomach, because then you don’t have to chop through that pesky ribcage”
“Forgiveness is one of the horrible sides of loving someone”
“Sometimes the measure of friendship isn’t your ability to not harm but your capacity to forgive the things done to you and ask forgiveness for your own mistakes.”
“The shortest verse in the Bible is ‘Jesus wept.’ The only thing wrong with it is the past tense.”
“In the end, we decide if we’re remembered for what happened to us or for what we did with it.”
“We all have a few failures under our belt. It’s what makes us ready for the successes.”
They’re both delightfuly bitter authors, pulling of just enough to be both funny and at times profound, plus great for a bad mood.
I’d just want to say thank you to all thepeople who commented on the last post! Yay! Those really make me happy, finding new little bits of home thrown at me. Honestly, if you’ve ever considered commenting, seriously, go for it, anyhting, doesn’t matter what you say, just say something and I’ll be really glad to hear it, trust me, tell me about home , life, canada, nelson, quebec seperatist inclinations, whatever. Please. Thankyou.