This Beautiful World
It's a beautiful world we live in,
It's a beautiful world we share,
Beautiful people everywhere,
The way they show they care!
It's a beautiful world, it's a beautiful world,
For you ... for you ... it's not for me!
Devo, 'Beautiful World'
Have had that song stuck in head of self for the past couple of days. Sarcasm quite biting for some reason. Degree to which people take what self says seriously quite scary of late. When did self become worthy person to seek approval from? It makes self feel like cut-rate Pat Morita. Which is itself utterly, utterly ridiculous, as self is sure you'll agree.
Anyway, anyone out there desperately wondering whether self approves of them should take advice of self and stop caring.
Have just read Maelkann's LiveJournal which was quite angsty. Still waters and all that. Should probably take issue with his incorrect but somewhat flattering perception that of us all, only self can play go. Three losses in last five games self has played are rather poor testament to that. Currently 'chasing' (HNG style) Chris Grubb, who comprehensively outplayed self in our last encounter despite a minimal number of captures on either side. Bizarre to end game with fifty less points of territory without self actually having lost anything significant.
Quite happy with practice of omitting self as subject in entries on page. Humourously clipped delivery results, like telegram out of P.G. Wodehouse novel or whangnot. Why dickens do it? Fun.
Self has made numerous fluttering mental notes to discuss content of Aaron's web-log with eponymous owner. Aforesaid notably brimming with angst of late. Fortunately lazy research indicates to self that non-selves have been doing job to extent. Self finds Rae's 'such a guy!' remark potentially accurate and potentially offensive. Self finds Rae's criticisms of angst in others risibly hypocritical. Self expects spirited defence with amusement.
Self should do 'something constructive' (anti-euphemism) today. ZAngband character of self died yesterday, self suspects it was a sign from nonexistent Gods relating to torpor of nonexistent soul of self. Self in dangerous humourously detached mode at present. Self beginning to suspect mood equals harbinger of metaphoric grisly doom. Ignore self, self is cracked in head.
It's a beautiful world we live in,
It's a beautiful world we share,
Beautiful people everywhere,
The way they show they care!
It's a beautiful world, it's a beautiful world,
For you ... for you ... it's not for me!
Devo, 'Beautiful World'
Have had that song stuck in head of self for the past couple of days. Sarcasm quite biting for some reason. Degree to which people take what self says seriously quite scary of late. When did self become worthy person to seek approval from? It makes self feel like cut-rate Pat Morita. Which is itself utterly, utterly ridiculous, as self is sure you'll agree.
Anyway, anyone out there desperately wondering whether self approves of them should take advice of self and stop caring.
Have just read Maelkann's LiveJournal which was quite angsty. Still waters and all that. Should probably take issue with his incorrect but somewhat flattering perception that of us all, only self can play go. Three losses in last five games self has played are rather poor testament to that. Currently 'chasing' (HNG style) Chris Grubb, who comprehensively outplayed self in our last encounter despite a minimal number of captures on either side. Bizarre to end game with fifty less points of territory without self actually having lost anything significant.
Quite happy with practice of omitting self as subject in entries on page. Humourously clipped delivery results, like telegram out of P.G. Wodehouse novel or whangnot. Why dickens do it? Fun.
Self has made numerous fluttering mental notes to discuss content of Aaron's web-log with eponymous owner. Aforesaid notably brimming with angst of late. Fortunately lazy research indicates to self that non-selves have been doing job to extent. Self finds Rae's 'such a guy!' remark potentially accurate and potentially offensive. Self finds Rae's criticisms of angst in others risibly hypocritical. Self expects spirited defence with amusement.
Self should do 'something constructive' (anti-euphemism) today. ZAngband character of self died yesterday, self suspects it was a sign from nonexistent Gods relating to torpor of nonexistent soul of self. Self in dangerous humourously detached mode at present. Self beginning to suspect mood equals harbinger of metaphoric grisly doom. Ignore self, self is cracked in head.
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