Literati

I play literati. It's an online game to pass the time. So I thought, until I realized that passing the time must be done quickly. This time must also be handed over so that there is one who wields the power. My opponents always rush me. "Come on!" they say or "You're taking too long" they moan and groan. For a fast passed, bustling game of online impostor scrabble I never expected such hostility.

So I decided to fight back.

To their "Come Ons," I say No. And then I'm faced with belittling insults concerning my ability to word construct. Literati is censored. Words are simply not accepted for unknown reasons, most likely religious interference. I told this one internet machine that Dick is not accepted by the game. It's not, so if you are playing, try to avoid it's magical lure. My feisty opponent accused me of "smut". I may be guilty. However, I am not guilty for this use of the dick. (I wish I had more pictures).

I've got no time to learn manners that prohibit Dick and Crap. I'm still living. I'll wait for my excessive language to hang me, but until then. HIGH FIVE! OULEP

Maybe they have a version of naughty literati. Vocabulary infringement is not my friend.

early bird

My eyes open to a dreary sight in the mornings. Or should I say, dreary sights. I've no longer got a radiateur au lit and it's dawn the break of. This is no longer a vacation. However, I am still going to act like it is.

There is a new cat here in Wayne and his name is Charlie. He senses when I'm know longer dreaming and come stares at me so that upon waking I've got immediate eye contact with an 8 pound ball of fur. No disrespect.

My stomach is making pains. Time to eat

Exhaust

Sky is made of clouds today
I want to go outside and play
But I am chained up, good and gay
Must return to santa's sleigh.

Happy Wednesday!

I feel fatigued and or restless.

I'm in quite a pickle. I'm taking airplane to America soon. So soon, in fact that I didn't buy 5 liters of cider yesterday. The sacrifices I make to keep my family afloat during these trying economic times. I even applied for jobs. And in keeping with idiotcy I didn't give a good phone number.

I also think my CV says I like to bake delicious cookies. It is potentially a bad idea to work on your CV immediately after drinking and months after a life au chomage. You start to embellish.

However, it may turn out to be a good thing. Embellishment. The bedazzler was, and still is, great... Translation for Géraud= AWESOME. I think I do need to update my CV with my participation in Gas Club, and my position as rotating president. That'll show self motivation and ambition. You can't just be president, you have to earn it, and subsequently Call IT. Just like for president of america club. All you have to do is call it. McCain's old man voice was too feeble. And we all know old men smell, in general, whereas younger men fart. Understand?

It's almost like sunset club, but not a secret or location sensitif.

My knee caps when stretched out start to sink to the bottom of my leg. The bones regroup themselves in the underground and form a coalition. It almost always deals with gravity.

I've been reading books again. what goes up must come down.

it's bath time in Runcorn, then firework times.

Here is Géraud in his halloween costume: