What’s with ghosts speaking latin? Once you die, do they just put you through a crash course on latin, or are you just instantly good at it? What if you studied latin in high school, but the pronunciations were incorrect? What if you originally spoke latin, and when you died, they made you speak a different dialect of it? Can someone wise me up on this stuff?
My “v” key is broken. Now I know what you’re going to say, you’re going to say, “Hung, if your ‘v’ key is broken, how can you type ‘v?’” Well, it’s simple, sometimes the key works, and sometimes it doesn’t. It is slowly driving me insane, so I think i better get a new keyboard stat. Just thought you’d all like to know. All of you who read my blog that is. And by all of you who read my blog, I mean the occasional stalker or two that I have. anyway, That’s all.
So today, I went to a park with some colleagues of mine, which had many hills. The park did, not the colleagues. It was dark, and we found some small blocks of ice, so we decided to go sliding down the hills on them. Before you ask, “Hung, is this some kind of rhetorical allegory that you’re setting up where you explore the inner workings of the darker side of the human psyche?” I’ll have to tell you I’m not. Anyway, back to my story. So we had a good time sliding down the hill. Then we went back to wherever we were from. but we kicked a piece of ice around. We were kinda playing ice soccer with it, when I kicked it head on, and it shot up in the air. Before it did that though, it totally wrecked my toe! My toe is still a little sore. Let that be a lesson to you kids, don’t kick ice unless you have special ice-kicking boots. That is all.
IT WAS DAEDALUS WHO BUILT THE LABYRINTH! DAEDALUS! YESSS!
So I have to write like, an 8 page paper soon, but for now, I shall write in this weblog, because I tend to neglect it, and I need to get the juices flowing. The creative juices that is. I had a thought last night while trying to sleep. What do you think people thought when they first showed the Flintstones on tv, and Fred said “Yabba Dabba Dooo!” How long did it take before people stopped thinking, “Yabba what!? What the hell is this cartoon caveman saying!?” I’m thinking three weeks at least. Anyway, I bet people weren’t so confused at Scooby Doo later on, since they had already been De-sensitized to the whole “yabba dabba scooby dooby” stuff. That’s all.