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just a little nature pic to give you some zen, probably because i need it myself right now.

you'll be hearing from me soon, when the trials are over (relating to my mini-thesis on gaming).
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This picture turned up two days ago.

Could someone sell me some nunchuks so I can reclaim my ninja past?
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I'm sitting on the porch, in our garden, drinking alone. Wait just one second... ah, there goes the last drop.

The question is... when is the right time for drinking alone?

A few nominees:

- you've accomplished something

- you really need a break from it all. *dangerous one!*

- you have no friends, or rather, you are too neurotic to call up the great friends you do have in the vicinity

There is a qualified justification for everything. Even drinking alone. When would you knock one back solo?
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Overwhelming response. Massive reaction. A flood of comments. Well, whoever said I can't take a hint?

Clearly you guys expect me to peddle more of my writing.

This one is even shorter. 321 words.

I hope you enjoy it.

"
It was the centre-piece. A Renault. The rain assaulted it. It was raining. Yes, wet.

Rain, wet, permeated by sound. Rock music.

The students did not appreciate the irony enough to look up.
"

read the whole "God Castle Gates"
you have to download it, unfortunately. no virii!

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As my course in journalism starts to wind up, the prospect of writing again and reading fiction without feeling guilty presents itself.

So, I'll show you what I write about.

For today: Sunday Evening Concert.

648 words. Nice and short.

"
The girl in the back. What do I know? She could be confident, fulfilled, popular. She could be respected. She could be hailed as a genius. She could be. But she’s standing there by those huge drums and every minute or two, she has to rouse herself to thump them for a single beat, muffling before they even get to resonate. And then she goes back to staring at something beyond the conductor, beyond me in my seat in the 10th row.
"

Read the whole thing
you will have to download it at this link. no virii, i promise
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Does this say something about the degree to which our popular culture has become real, fleshed out and pervasive in our imminent physical surroundings?

Or is Luigidoll just hanging with a horse?

(another mid-exam cop-out well pulled-off)

COMING SOONISH, MAYBE: first chapter of my didn't-finish novel...
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This one from the beginning of the year when my camera was new to me and I hadn't even heard of the rule of thirds.

Posts come slow in exam time, hang in there!
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