This is me..: Archive

Chapter 4 con’t.
Jonathan Harker’s Journal

31 May—This morning when I woke I thought I would provide myself with some papers and envelopes from my bag and keep them in my pocket, so that I…

May 31, 2009

For Harry Potter Fans and Computer Geeks Alike :)

Harry Potter and the Curse of Windows News just in: Microsoft Patents ‘Magic Wand’

“… The corners of Voldemort’s mouth curled upwards in a cruel approximation of a smile, and the snake-like eyes opened wide in satisfaction.
“So, Potter,” he hissed, “at last. It ends here.”
He raised his wand. “Crucio!”
A low metallic note echoed in the empty hall, and ended in a low chunk.
“I said CRUCIO!”
A small grey box hovered over the Dark Lord’s outstretched wand. He bent down and, squinting, read the poorly typeset thin black text.
“Microsoft Wand is running low on virtual memory. You may experience some problems implementing hideous curses. Please consider shutting down earlier curses before starting new ones.”

http://shootmessenger.blogspot.com/

May 29, 2009

Chapter 4 con’t.
Jonathan Harker’s Journal

28 May—There is a chance of escape, or at any rate of being able to send word home. A band of Szgany have come to the castle, and are encamped in…

May 28, 2009

May 27, 2009

I came across this rather interesting word, while I was reading this evening. JK Rowling wasn’t kidding when she said that reading expands your vocabulary. So here you are my fellow bibliophiles!

May 27, 2009

Chapter 5 con’t.
Telegram from Arthur Holmwood to Quincey P. Morris

26 May

Count me in every time. I bear messages which will make both your ears tingle.

Art

May 26, 2009

May 25, 2009

Chapter 5 con’t.
Letter from Quincey P. Morris to Hon. Arthur Holmwood

25 May.

My dear Art,

We’ve told yarns by the campfire in the prairies, and dressed one another’s wounds after…

May 25, 2009

Chapter 5 con’t.
Dr. Seward’s Diary
(kept in phonograph)

25 May—Ebb tide in appetite today. Cannot eat, cannot rest, so diary instead. Since my rebuff of yesterday I have a sort of empty…

May 25, 2009

Chapter 5 con’t.
Letter from Miss Mina Murray to Miss Lucy Westenra

24 May

My dearest Mina,

Thanks, and thanks, and thanks again for your sweet letter. It was so nice to be able to tell…

May 24, 2009

May 21, 2009

Commuters tweet Hakius. We have certainly become multi-taskers!

May 21, 2009

Chapter 5 con’t.
Letter from Lucy Westenra to Mina Murray

17, Chatham Street

Wednesday

My dearest Mina,

I must say you tax me very unfairly with being a bad correspondent. I wrote…

May 20, 2009

Chapter 4 con’t.
Jonathan Harker’s Journal

19 May—I am surely in the toils. Last night the Count asked me in the suavest tones to write three letters, one saying that my work here was nearly…

May 19, 2009

Chapter 4 con’t.
Jonathan Harker’s Journal

18 May—I have been down to look at that room again in daylight, for I must know the truth. When I got to the doorway at the top of the stairs I…

May 18, 2009

OK..I'm a boy apparently

Stranger: ji
Stranger: u?
You: that's an interesting way to say hello
Stranger: jijiji
Stranger: bother me?
You: Here at pirate school we're supposed to say Ahoy or we're lynched from the mast..poor timmy
Stranger: please
You: bother you? Ok
You: I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts
You: big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
Stranger: well
Stranger: I have steak
Stranger: they are quite good
You: not a fan of steak, I prefer roadkill them vittles are tastey!
Stranger: I love chinese food
You: that's good too
Stranger: cant drop it
Stranger: just keep ordering them
You: dropping your dinner would be a waste
Stranger: no
Stranger: if you are rich
You: you like gravel in your dinner?
Stranger: you will order tones
You: or rich people like gravel
Stranger: but eat a little
You: they must have horrible teeth
Stranger: no
Stranger: they are amazing
Stranger: like shinny sun
You: eating gravel? wow, they must have a lot of calcium in their diet
Stranger: might be
Stranger: I can eat anything
You: really? You must have really strong teeth
Stranger: are you bored?
You: I can't eat gravel, my teeth are too soft
You: oh no
Stranger: let me guess
Stranger: you are male
You: is that what I am?
Stranger: around 18
Stranger: live in America
You: if you say so
Stranger: am I right?
Stranger: my friend
You: that sounds like a wonderful answer, so I'm going to say yes. I've been trying so solve the asl mystery towards myself for years
Stranger: lol
Stranger: you are fuuny
You: why thank you
Stranger: I dont know
Stranger: I feel that
You: feel what?
Stranger: we can be friend if you are serious
You: at pirate school we aren't allowed to be friends with landlubers. It's rather sad
Stranger: why
Stranger: I am frog prince
You: really? I know a princess who wants to kiss you!
Stranger: kiss me
Stranger: if you dare
You: you'll have to buy me dinner first
Stranger: sure
Stranger: I d love to
You: ok, it'll have to be aboard my scurvy ridden ship though
Stranger: whatever you want to
Stranger: I am beside you
You: you are quite the sport
Stranger: support you
Stranger: devote my youth to satified you
Stranger: if that is what you want
You: will you drool on my pillow too?
Stranger: no
Stranger: if you do I can clean it
You: that's not the same..
Stranger: be clear
Stranger: tell me who are you
Stranger: I will give you my msn
You: I'm Edward Sparrow, pirate captain in training, at Captain Barbossa's School for Pirates. We aren't allowed to have msn, it's for landlubbers
Stranger: oh
Stranger: I am
Stranger: (not revealing name, to protect poor victim from embarresment)
Stranger: in Canada
Stranger: university of Alberta
Stranger: I am 20
Stranger: arrogant and ignorant
Stranger: nice to meet you
You: nice to meet you too, now I must run, the captain's a callin'
Stranger: see you
You: see you

May 18, 2009

Chapter 4
Jonathan Harker’s Journal

16 May—I awoke in my own bed. If it be that I had not dreamt, the Count must have carried me here. I tried to satisfy myself on the subject, but could…

May 16, 2009

Chapter 3 con’t.
Jonathan Harker’s Journal

Later: The morning of 16 May—God preserve my sanity, for to this I am reduced. Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past. Whilst…

May 16, 2009

Quite frankly I think that life is far too short to not start with desert, and make a complete fool out of yourself simply because you can and want to.

May 15, 2009

Chapter 3 con’t.
Jonathan Harker’s Journal

15 May—Once more I have seen the count go out in his lizard fashion. He moved downwards in a sidelong way, some hundred feet down, and a good deal to…

May 15, 2009

May 14, 2009

“Self-loathing is not a fucking character-builder. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t make you better. It’s just an ever-deepening, creepy-ass trap; a trap that is a huge moneymaker for corporations that do not have and never will have good intentions. You’re not disgusting. You’re not freakish. You’re not ugly. And you’re never going to be perfect. And holy shit, that is so okay.” —Jane from Casual Blasphemies, in an awesome post about Kirstie Alley
via: http://kateharding.net/ (via domesticnoise)

May 14, 2009

Chapter 3 con’t.
Jonathan Harker’s Journal

Later.—I endorse the last words written, but this time there is no doubt in question. I shall not fear to sleep in any place where he is not. I…

May 12, 2009

Chapter 3 con’t.

Jonathan Harker’s Journal

12 May.—Let me begin with facts, bare, meager facts, verified by books and figures, and of which there can be no doubt. I must not confuse them…

May 12, 2009

Chapter 3 con’t.
Jonathan Harker’s Journal

Midnight.—I have had a long talk with the Count. I asked him a few questions on Transylvania history, and he warmed up to the subject…

May 9, 2009

Chapter 2 con’t.
Jonathan Harker’s Journal

8 May.—I began to fear as I wrote in this book that I was getting too diffuse. But now I am glad that I went into detail from the first, for there…

May 8, 2009

Chapter 2, con’t.

Jonathan Harker’s Journal

7 May.—It is again early morning, but I have rested and enjoyed the last twenty-four hours. I slept till late in the day, and awoke of my…

May 7, 2009

Chapter 1 con’t.

5 May. The Castle.—The gray of the morning has passed, and the sun is high over the distant horizon, which seems jagged, whether with trees or hills I know not, for it is so…

May 6, 2009

This is me..

May 2009

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