Was said by the ever-green (ha, irony) George Carlin (click for the you-tube), now I diminish it's importance (not really) by saying it out loud (ha, irony - IT'S A BLOG, FOR F*'S SAKE!!") as an intro to a new post.
It actually happened. I know it's kind of silly, and I can hear a lot of doubts and debates being created over this in the upcoming years (months or minutes more likely), but I'll still say it. (If you really want to know what it is, you should just scroll down cause it will take me a while.)
I never painted the streets red - I painted them with GUT! ;) Yeah - successfully installed the Game of the Year .. 1998 more like it;) HALF-LIFE 2. Oh, yeah, baby!
What is more, I did it on the PC, the home computer (not The Big L - Laptop) and thus my creations will soon be obliterated - for Nothing is coming and soon all of the Alagaësia will be .. err ... Narnia will be .. err ... Neverland? Wait, i have it: Fantasia or Fantastica (yeesh)!
Eraser (not The One with Swarzi) is soon to Strike ... the domicile of the once humble me. Well, to say plainly, yes, infested by the evil virus-like creature from Inner Space, the First Frontier, the Doorstep to ... well, World Wide Web (some credit for which, Al Gore can actually take).
The purpose of this writing is to say:
I'm sorry. But not really. I mean, I am - for I have spoken a lot, too much even (boastfull in the dictionary has my picture under it for 2008) and not always in the best interest of the little people. Desiderata is what I mean. (The actual 'poem' here.)
But, alas (or better - fortunately!), I had a great time nevertheless. From August till December, November, I've been having my ... second puberty and oh, boy! it was wild:)
So - in the words of great Bilbo Baggings, I say it again:
(Here's the link I found during the search for the quote itself - a rather useful link, one (a complete wacko for theonering.com, I sould say - The Bag End.)
It is also, if I may be allowed to refer to ancient history, the anniversary of my arrival by barrel at Esgaroth on the Long Lake; though the fact that it was my birthday slipped my memory on that occasion. I was only fifty-one then, and birthdays did not seem so important. The banquet was very splendid, however, though I had a bad cold at the time, I remember, and could only say ‘thag you very buch’. I now repeat it more correctly: Thank you very much for coming to my little party. Obstinate silence. They all feared that a song or some poetry was now imminent; and they were getting bored. Why couldn’t he stop talking and let them drink his health? But Bilbo did not sing or recite. He paused for a moment.
Source: EXCERPT, "A LONG-EXPECTED PARTY" from LoTR, from the DEL REY page.
So ‘thag you very buch’ ;) All for coming to the New Years Party - it was splendid. A couple of people almost got shot by the lopsided rockets, but hey! Life's a journey, not a destination, eh? :) (A sad journey it would be, to go to the hospital on the New Year's;)
Thank you very much: Dear All, you've stuck with me through my times of ravishing. It is now upon me to return the favor, it should seem;)
Oh, and - about the Whale - I was about to write something about the pencil sharpeners, since I just threw one away and had to suppress the happy thoughts of jubilation and wild cheers, ringing in my head (for I do not throw up .. er ... away things so easily;) but I will have that in mind for one of the posts in the upcoming years, days, nights, ... probably nights, now that I come to think about it.
Well, the whale (ie, my desktop) and I wish you a 'bery habby New Year 2009'!