Things & Stuff

Good and informed readers,

I am in the process this very hour of completing my latest of projects for the fine subject of Computer Science, which I am fortunate enough to study at this most excellent of establishments. “What could such a noble project be, oh we wonder!” I hear you cry, well, dear readers, you are well to cry for in the finishing of this project I have most aptly consumed all of the ice cream I would have otherwise given away in a competition of some form. And, sensible though it may be to cry over imaginary ice cream, I must ask, why is it not so that all fellows might partake in the frozen creamy goodness of the vanilla variety that does so well dot the shelves of our noted culinary establishments. Perhaps, and I do often trouble over this, perhaps it is that ice cream itself is not considered important by our political peers who seek so often to leave the budget, or international congresses, or even local laws, bereft of that fine delicacy. Well no more, I say! Let us forever consider now that ice cream is the most important and reverent of articles present upon our earth on this day, let us not think that it is simply some other food stuff for penguins (though I do also wonder whether a penguin would eat an ice cream, and if so what its favourite flavour might happen to be) and let us instead say ice cream is the foundation of all human brilliance, that it is the inspiration of everything ever, and let us celebrate it this day as I declare today to be the very day of ice cream across this nation, and across our glorious earth in entirety!

Before this distraction, however, I was finishing my website. No, my dear and most kind hearted of readers, it is not to impugn upon nor to replace my dedication to you through this humble blog, it is in truth upon no discernible subject and is in fact a website to show off a number of coding languages, including that of xhtml, css, and javascript. Henry the dragon once told me that javascript was a form of fruit. I am now in the process of celebrating said website being completed, and so consider it only fair to invite you, my dearest readers, to entertain yourselves as I do with merriment, cheer, and a great dear of ardent splendour all about your cuff-links.

It may be found, should your interest desire you to venture forth and become beset with intrigue upon the very view of my website now entitled Things & Stuff, upon the link that I have hereby placed in this very sentence. Lack of ability with anything may lead you to be unable to find this link, this is what I name filtering, and my website is thereby filtered to some viewers, I do apologize for this. Mostly.

For now, my good readers, and with a heavy heart that will miss this continued discourse this hour, for now, as I have said before, for now I must end, simply promising (or sorting of saying) that I will soon return with more news so grand in stature that most will say it is untrue, I may be among that number, I may not be, that is for you to decide and me to explain, and me to decide and me to explain.

Farewell, good readers,

Mike

 

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9:18pm: A Little Later to Blog

Oh finest readers of this beauticious earth.

This post is partly to celebrate the first time I have ever used the word beauticious in writing, in fact it only occurred exactly one sentence ago, I would detail how many words but each time I attempt to advance this sentence towards that goal I only get further from my initial mention of that good word. I am also yet to use spell check so it is possible that word does not even exist and I will have to delete this whole chunk of triumph before it might be considered by any other.

Now, my most humble and fair of blog-fellows*, I am creating this post to explain my various ventures that I have enjoyed this fine day, and indeed within the summits of this most demure evening. Firstly, I enjoyed a most enlightening conversation with a frog called Rudolf, at least, I assume that was his name, I may have made it up. I also took some delight in going surfing with said frog amongst the lagoons of New York, a place much changed since the last time I visited it; far more mountains I discovered had populated its once extravagant harbour, and even the buildings themselves seemed more cage-like and full of brightly coloured marsupials.

Africa is a large continent.

Lately I have been wondering of the exact meaning of things as they drift amongst other things, but have been told, partly by Rudolf, partly by things, that it matters not either way, or either way. If you pronounce either wrongly, you will not have understood that. But which way is the right way? Another question I found myself pondering about the turgid (I don’t really know what that word means, but I heard someone use it and they sounded clever so I thought it might have some effect when placed within this piece of eloquent prose) route of things as they mix their way awkwardly amongst the gallon of nesquik I found in my fruit salad.

My good friends, I must leave you for now, but I hope all happiness upon you, and plenty more upon everyone else!

Farewell, farewell,

Mike

*This word entertains me.

6:53am: Too Early to Blog

My most courteous readers,

It is a most inconceivable hour under which I write these lines, it could be said (it is said) that this hour is so early that in the southern hemisphere they call it late. Of course, the south still being the south after the famous compass wars of independence, I have no intention of likewise calling this hour so, instead I shall simple refer to it as a time at which I have no intention of ever being awake again as I presently find myself.

Shortly, I shall be making a trip to Llanbadarn campus, a place I am yet to visit and which intrigues my very bones, which right now are quivering with an insatiable excitement at the prospect of a new and unknown world. Although it could be supposed that it may be the cold that causes them to quiver, or the fact that half of my body is yet to awake so eagerly as my typing finger. To type with one finger is, naturally, the most noble way to type and to apply pressure to a keyboard in any other way is not only simply ungainly, it is also wrong, subversive, counter-accessible, and a number of other words the meaning of which are, similarly, less clear to me than I had hoped upon this newly born morning.

Still my mind wanders back to consider the place of Llanbadarn and I ponder upon what it may be like, I envisage, as all great explorers do before venturing to a plane as yet unknown to them, that it is quite a small campus, with one, perhaps two lecture halls, and a number of smaller rooms in which work might be accomplished by those who have gone before me. Oh how I hope that the very good fortune that has carried those previous voyagers there might encompass me and push me forth into the place where those others have driven.

In fact, it is with that thought that I must leave you, kind and honest readers, it has been a pleasure to blog to you and, I hope, should my trip be successful and my limbs return unscathed, then I hope that my words might reach you once more perhaps only hours away.

Farewell, fine and most noble of readers, farewell,

Mike

A Poetical Consideration

My good readers,

It gladdens my very heart this day to be completing another post upon this page, in fact, it could be said, it gladdens me so that my heart might be as light as a duck, and my duck might  be called Ian. Today, since that is the day on which I post this, unless you read this upon a different day, in which case either replace that with ‘yesterday’ or a number of days conforming to the mathematical equation x=y-z, where y is the day you are reading this and z is the day I am writing this.

Now that introductions are over, I would like to announce, and perhaps discuss, the creation of my newest poem to be posted upon this blog; The Coming Storm. I had considered for some time the creation of a poem that considered the damage mankind had dealt to nature, when it is clear nature is the far more powerful force of the two. My previous attempt at a poem on that vise had not turned out overly successful and I was cautious in my re-approach upon the subject. However, by creating a longer series of verses that look at a single conversation, rather than the events that led up to, or followed it, I hope to have captured the idea that was nagging at my mind.

I do hope that someone enjoys it,

Otherwise,
Farewell for now,

Mike