Ramble Part 0.
I walked again. Here are some sights:
These things have always reminded me of 'classic' Colgate caps. I love the name Blue Minty Gel, though perhaps not for a daughter. We used to get the special tube on occasion, the plastic ones with red buttons. I loved seeing new Aquafresh turning up, newly mixed at the top. Nothing changes.
This is a joke because the Private Land is just rocks and nobody wants to trespass because rocks are boring and dangerous and that makes the sign and the people who designed, built and installed it seem stupid and anyone else clever. However, the joke is not funny at all and I am a dick for acting clever and no one likes a smart arse. PS: the dissertation is going to be shit but the Universe doesn't give a fuck.
Some green water carpet. During this photo I was probably singing There, There by Radiohead to myself because I love the large drum recording sound and I pretended to know it when I was in France at a band practice and I was going to have a band practice on Friday but it all went sour like beached yoghurt.
During my walk I pretended to imagine some alternative Myspace titles. All you have to do is substitute the 'My' for another one-syllable sound that rhymes with it. And so Brispace was born, just for Brian to use. Trispace for Geometrists. If you want to get Cockney about it, hows about TownCryspace for the Oyez crowd? CoconutShyspace? OldSchoolTiespace? PocketfulOfRyespace? LegacyOfPhispace? Then things get rather silly. RippingMusicOnTheSlyspace for example. Give up reading now.
These things have always reminded me of 'classic' Colgate caps. I love the name Blue Minty Gel, though perhaps not for a daughter. We used to get the special tube on occasion, the plastic ones with red buttons. I loved seeing new Aquafresh turning up, newly mixed at the top. Nothing changes.
This is a joke because the Private Land is just rocks and nobody wants to trespass because rocks are boring and dangerous and that makes the sign and the people who designed, built and installed it seem stupid and anyone else clever. However, the joke is not funny at all and I am a dick for acting clever and no one likes a smart arse. PS: the dissertation is going to be shit but the Universe doesn't give a fuck.
Some green water carpet. During this photo I was probably singing There, There by Radiohead to myself because I love the large drum recording sound and I pretended to know it when I was in France at a band practice and I was going to have a band practice on Friday but it all went sour like beached yoghurt.
During my walk I pretended to imagine some alternative Myspace titles. All you have to do is substitute the 'My' for another one-syllable sound that rhymes with it. And so Brispace was born, just for Brian to use. Trispace for Geometrists. If you want to get Cockney about it, hows about TownCryspace for the Oyez crowd? CoconutShyspace? OldSchoolTiespace? PocketfulOfRyespace? LegacyOfPhispace? Then things get rather silly. RippingMusicOnTheSlyspace for example. Give up reading now.
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