Ode to Cors (not really)

I’ve got my modules~laa

I’ve got my modules~aaa

I’ve got my modules~yaa

and you have your cat.

The Adhesive Tape is Wearing Off Our Subtitled Summer Pastures

I’ve been pretending not to realize the inevitability of human life recently, more so than usual. Thankfully, Discovery Channel came along and cheered my sorrowful electric heart with this little ditty:

In the next coupla of months, we’ll be saying goodbye to some of the closest friends we have. They’ll be sailing for distant shores and greener pastures, and chances are, we probably won’t see them for awhile. Awhile, being of indefinite value, and stretched to the very limits along the Mysterious Time Trousers of non-committal Laundromat Statements. (For instance: “I’ll see you when I see you”. “Tare care. Stay in touch”. and. “I hope you die soon you selfish NoGoodBitchAssBastardIHateYouIHateYou”.

Till then, we have to make do with the faux figments of online representations of people. Ah the internet~ Distance is meaningless without you (I think).

And now, the Firm Believers of Sandwiches Sing

And now, the firm believers of sandwiches sing revolutionary songs for the cucumber soldiers and lettuce drummers.

After several days of nonstop html source coding, whilst listening to Led Zep and Blur and Busta and Chopin, I’ve grown several stubbles of beard and a fondness for the horizontal position. I’ve also realized the pinnacle of geek coolness, namely: the feverish nonstop working of html coding, whilst listening to Led Zep and Blur and Busta and Chopin. I’ve more or less resolved my perilous parsing problems, and it’s simply a matter of cleaning up the nonsensical bits and uploading the final templates before hurrah hurrah! Viva la libertad!

In other freedom bearing news, it’s an anticipated wait for the graduation ceremonies of close company come tomorrow. It seemed just like yesterday that we were bumbling freshies wandering our own individual ways to this great institution of questionable learning and terrible cafeterias, mixing and matching ourselves like tiny pieces of crushed sourdough in hot soupy soup of the day; mind you, we all taste the same once we’re soaked through and through – all yummy and lovely~ Here’s to the bunch of people who’ll be dressing down as marching penguins and square table-top hats good enough to balance a bowl of water on: Well done mateys!

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some shaving to do.