On a more serious note...

I am sorry, I really have nothing to say here. I'm fresh out of ideas, and frankly, I just don't care about this blog anymore.  Again I'm sorry to let down all of my adoring fans, but this was inevitable.  I would now like to plug my upcoming novel titled The Fantabulous Phantasmagorical Adventures of Bob...the Alien...From the Future.

sincerely me.
May 18, 2014

Post-
Prophetic
Muse...

ANd
     in
      we go.
Today, I attempt to create an introduction to an anglo-saxon versification for school.  I will use alliteration frequently, 4 accentuated syllables per line, and kennings.  You may be wondering what kennings are.

A kenning (Old Norse: kenning, Modern Icelandic pronunciation: [cʰɛnːiŋk]) is a type of literary trope, specifically circumlocution, in the form of a compound (usually two words, often hyphenated) that employs figurative language in place of a more concrete single-word noun. Kennings are strongly associated with Old Norse and later Icelandic and Anglo-Saxon poetry. For example, Old Norse poets might replace sverð, the regular word for “sword”, with a more abstract compound such as “wound-hoe” (Egill Skallagrímsson: Höfuðlausn 8), or a genitive phrase such as randa íss “ice of shields” (Einarr Skúlason: ‘Øxarflokkr’ 9). The term kenning has been applied by modern scholars to similar figures of speech in other languages too, especially Old English. 
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury is a good book.
I digress.

I'm actually looking forward to writing this "epic" because a couple of months ago, I wrote the introduction to an epic poem; so it might make this whole thing a little easier.

It starts out with a thing that is a man who is a prince ruling over some unknown land only known to him and the people he princes over; and he decides to get off his ass and walk north a few dozen kilometres.  He's searching for a supposedly godlike figure called "The Mother" who resides in a motherly shack on top of a tall maternal mountain.  Notice the lack of fathers, I tried to avoid the father-figure-God Connection, which is so overused and unoriginal.  So yeah, no fathers; except the prince who has a son who is a father, which makes his father a grand-father who fathered a son who's looking for his mother in a shack.  Wait, I have that wrong-I don't like to get stuck on particulars, all that matters is the introduction, which is really interesting, and I do not have mother issues.
-Segue-
He spat hoarsely through his nose which tickled the back of his throat soaking his moustache in mucus brushing his oily hair back fonze-like, with seedy eyes gazing at make-up and females.

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This thing is now done
Good day.

It has occured to me that the most direst of situations and quivering backlashes into obscurified oblivion twittled into souless supposition wandering aimlessly on and on and on and on to the farthest reches and the farest reaches as well, and my Dog Scruffles, will of course be joining us today.

I believe I did quite well on my biology exam.  I feel as though I knew the data, of which I was regurgitating, to the highest degree.  Continuity.

The Clocks sprung ahead today, most survived, casualties were inevitable.
I woke up this morning much later than usual; 'twas 11:37am when I opened my eyes, equipped my glasses, and gazed towards the clock.  I felt rested, which was a feeling I had not felt in weeks, 'twas most refreshing.  I had slept for 10 hours and felt like a person anew.  My first action subsequent of my temporal gaze, exhibited nature of primal derivation, a desire so common and of great necessity.  Hunger.

So I went downstairs and ate a bagel.  it was good.  put peanut butter on it.


"So delicately he articulated, a meticulous linguistic perusal of Shakespearean calibre."  He flaunted ostentatiously, as he referred to the great teachings of the wise and mighty Scruffles.  "An amiable fellow, whom exhibited honourable qualities like no other..." she added in mused rumination.  "He'd catch any idea you through and bring it right on back to ya." a plebeian statement, contributed by a lowly commoner, who continued on..."You didn't always like what he brought back to ya, but he always made sure his work stood out from the rest."


Un paragraphe en francais peut-etre? OUI, je pense que c'est un bon idee.  Un jour, il habbit une homme qui existe dans un realite exquisite.  Dans cet realite, le temp reste as la maime tout l'an;  il ne change pas, par-ce que il y a rien de saison.  Nous ne peut pas "spring forward" ou "fall back" quand il y a rien de saison, c'est impossible!

Well I think that about wraps things up.


Good day.

I have an exam tomorrow!

I am now partaking in my favourite activity, procrastination!  Tomorrow morning, I have a biology exam on human anatomy...and to make this post even a little bit interesting, I will end the next 3 sentences with exclamation marks.  So this exam is divided into 4 parts:  the digestive system, the circulatory system, the heart, and the respiratory system!  I quite enjoy biology, it has always come easy to me!  I suppose I'm just really good at memorising many simple medial things!  The previous biology exam I wrote, was very short and easy; so I'm not too worried about the one tomorrow.  So yeah anyways, this is pretty boring...

I have been trying to re-learn french recently; I was in french immersion from kindergarten to grade 5, before I went to English in grade 6.  From the experience of learning french at a young age, I have found it quite easy to rekindle my bilingual spark.  I'm reading a french novel, watching french television, listening to french pod casts, and trying to write french ramblings.

It's gets a little tricky however, because I have the vocabulary of a 10 year old when it comes to linguistic scrawling and perusal in french.

Aujour'dui, j'ecrit en francais avec complete disregarde pour la grammair.  Bonjour, je m'appelle Tao, je suis dix-huit ans; et demain, j'ai une examination en biology!  Mes oui, vous peut etre pensez c'est tres excitent, mes en realizement c'est actuelment tres ennuyeux.  Donc, ne quitte pas; parce-que je suis ici pour vous rescuer de cet situation désespéré.  Je vais completer chaque phrases apres celui-ci avec des point d'exclamation!  Je ne sais pas que'ce qu'il y a d'autres a dire!  Mon telephone cellular est noir!  Je dois etudier le biology maintenant!

well, if you had the patience to read through my pathetic attempt at bilingual communication and my boring exam tomorrow morning; then you win the opportunity to anonymously comment witty, thoughtful responses to my recent ramblomatic regurgitation.


Good day
Bon jour

A Dire Situation

yes, a new text document.  I choose this file type over a new microsoft word document because I have not been presented with enough adequetely convincing evidence to persuade me to choose the more complicated program with more 'features'.  This ramblomatic regurgitation requires a very small amount of sophistication when it comes to file types.  That is not to say, of course, that this file type that I have chosen (text document) is lacking much intellect; but I would think it best not to bring it up.  Especially if there are possibly any old microsoft word documents in the folder lurking about.  Those old buggers just go on and on about how many fonts and text colours they have in their repertoire, it's almost unbearable, and when that's all added to the jealous cries of the plebeius 'new text documents', the whole situation then becomes thoroughly unbearable.  So unbearable infact, the situation and all situations associated with that first situation find refuge in monotonous, self-loathing depression.  This only occurs on very incredibly rare occasions however, because, usually before the situations can navigate themselves out of the skewed multicoloured mess of wingding text, windows word processor barges in, with all of its amazing new features and xyz approach to things, resolving the situation and all possibly associated situations to boot, concluding all to comprehensible, multicoloured, and super stylish three dimentional text (with quite impressive gradients I might add).  Unfortunately for many other poor unsuspecting situations out there, all of the previously poised and highly pedestaled 'microsoft word documents' will begin hoisting the plebeius torch, quaintly yammering about "that damn new three dee these days".  They were however, most impressed with the way 'windows word processor' used gradients.  Though they would, of course, never express their taken-a-backness relating to the gorgeously done gradients.  Which was unfortunate, because it probably would have helped with the general situation's depression issues.

Hello!

You menacing malignant shrew-like mother-basement dweller.  Greetings!  If you are reading this anytime after the date of March 4, 2012 then kindly disregard the previous sentence and please make your way past any written word after the patient, polite exclamation mark followed by a most intrusive bully of an astrix, continuing on to the last sentence of this paragraph.  *...!  If you are infact a malignant hacker of some sort, or a giddy visitor and you have managed to find your way here just minutes after this blog was created then I appreciate your potentially enthusiastic appreciation for my work, and respect your 'go-getter' attitude.  Welcome to my blog!

To the people who, after reading this paragraph, said:
"You dumbass, 'Greetings!' is a sentence on its own; did you want us to disregard that?"
Please re-read the first sentence of the paragraph previous.

And to the people who then say:
"oh but Tao, that's not a complete sentence."
Kindly jam any dining utensil you wish into one or more of your eye sockets and/or other tender areas of your body which will cause you probable permanent damage rendering that part potentially but not necessarily completely useless.

Thanks!
Tao.

Updates soon!