mrsimul

So my last post got flagged as boring. It broke my heart, and I swore off livejournal hoping I would not get hurt again. I'm trying to use small words right now. It is too hard to spell check and cry at the same time. Why go through this then? Because of some guy called Tyrven, whatever the fuck that means. I'm sure if I bothered to write Tyrven down, and then turn the page on its side, it would look like tits or something. But I always thought that part of Mad was stupid. Anyway, I don't have online friends, and this guy has like 5,000. Think of it, 5,000 slathering, robot-monkey-commie slaves ready to do his bidding, or at least message him. And like a chump, I became model number 5001. The last person to use the phrase "like a chump" frequently was Fred Durst. We all know what happened to him, and by god, it won't happen to me.

But what is it going to take to get 5,000 people to realize I am the light and that they live in darkness without my blessings? So tyrven makes one, goldfischgirl two, but 4,998 to go? Its sad to say, but I know the answer. Only one thing will bring my flock to the pasture. Sarah Palin.







I could take well doctored photos of places I've never been. I could make up fake accounts and fake drinking stories. But frankly I don't have the time. So I call upon Sarah Palin, whom I choose as my running mate in a bid to bring 4,998 people to what we call "The Way". Now "The Way(TM)" leads to bed, but fret not my unidentified 4,998 lackeys and true believers. When Sarah Palin accepts my invitation, it will only make the path to me that much brighter. Thats because of her smile.

So I just returned from my grand European tour.  It wasn't so grand I suppose; I only visited Copenhagen and Rome.  However, I think I got to see a contrast maybe not everyone sees on their first trip to Europe.  Copenhagen feels like a model town; the kind of thing middle-aged men with a taste for history and woodworking build in their garage to while away twilight years.  No one is sure why they build scale replicas of towns, though its fun when they add the arbitrary model-train line.  Wouldn't want things to be un-sustainable.  That's Copenhagen.  For a scale replica of somebody else's city though, it is a surprisingly fun town.  The Danes also are, in a general way, a morbid lot, so I got along just fine.  See:

http://ungeslaboratorierforkunst.dk/staffentry.asp?key=33&subkey=1785

for reference.  Note, the title translates to: "In his eyes I saw death," which is totally fucking metal.