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Wed, Aug. 25th, 2010, 10:49 pm
At my back I always hear...

We did the maths:

Lily is now the same age that I was when I first met Lily.

Salient to this: many of you are older than me.

You are all very, very old.

Very, very old.

Thu, Mar. 25th, 2010, 06:55 pm
The Light Path

Here, you all remember that book Grant's dad wrote, right? I posted here about it a while ago. What do you mean you skimmed over that post and I'm not as interesting as I think I am? Screw you!

Anyhoo, the short version was that there were almost no copies available. However, it's gone online and it download-able for the price of a Whopper combo at Burger King. I think that works out as costing you around one-and-three-quarter cents per page you get. It's good value, especially given that the book is very good.

Here's the site which you should go to now and buy the book:

http://www.johnzanetti.co.nz/

and here's the review I wrote of it a while back, in case you need your memories refreshed (wherein, to avoid confusion, the book is referred to by it's OLD title - now it's called The Light Path...): 

http://somethingarchy.wordpress.com/2009/09/16/book-the-eighty-third/

Wed, Mar. 10th, 2010, 10:27 am
Hey Dave, wanna buy some pegs... I mean, hey you: want some free books?

So... anyone want some books?

I'm giving away some books, free to a good home. Or any home. Even yours.

Details here:

http://www.facebook.com/notes/isaac-thomas/hey-dave-wanna-buy-some-pegs-i-mean-hey-you-want-some-free-books/289632262716

Thu, Sep. 17th, 2009, 06:48 am
The Blessing of Stefan

So, I have a small blog where I wrtie abiout books I've read, pretty much to keep the blood flowing through my brain/typing fingers.

Here, I write about the book that Grant's father wrote.

http://somethingarchy.wordpress.com/2009/09/16/book-the-eighty-third/

Check it out.

Tue, Sep. 1st, 2009, 09:27 pm

My new favourite piece of lyric poetry - putting it here so I don't lose it...

(From this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJ7w-z4BvMo - which I highly recommend...)

When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon
Now everybody's like "pick a card, any card..."
If I shot my full load with the first hand I played
I'd be a monkey in a box hanging with the David Blaines
I'd be swimming with the sharks, mouths full of razor blades
But I'm not, I got out of that game. Escape Artist
I talk 'til I'm red in my face with strained polyps
I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range then raise octaves,

I play through the pain and remain conscious
Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments
And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished
Even one-fifth of some of the shit I’ve made progress with
I'm leaving naysayers stumped like rain forests
After years of pulling rabbit ears out my pants pockets
I'm not revealing any tricks of the trade
It's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown baby

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess I been sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent
Never been missed, I've just been misworded and misinterpreted, it's
Funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment
I'm just wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every single assistant I ever had got sawed in half

They  never paid attention But I can't afford to laugh
'cause I'm lookin' for my break and an autograph for my cast
but I'm short on staff so all I ask is volunteers in the crowd
show a little bit of audience participation now
When I say “hip”
You, you say “shut the fuck up we ain't sayin’ shit!”
And I'll respect it
Check it,
Got a flair for the dramatic exit
A fashionable entrance
Late to my own arraignment
The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment
My folks gave me this art, your broken heart is my pallet
While I was out honing my craft you was disowning your talent
That's why you still live at home and I bought this house off my parents
I'm getting ahead of myself

I see the hair on my back

I'm 'On The Road' reading Kerouac
It's poems versus better raps
I think to myself
What's worth remembering
Verses defending the size of my manhood or confessional canned goods?

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess I been sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent
Never been missed, I've just been misworded and misinterpreted, it's...
Funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment
But none of this is getting told in confidence I reckon
I spin confidential records just to hold the listener's attention

I'm a veteran of spatial relationships
I clip your wings to fit you in, head-shrinking magician
Shape-shifting reptilian turned body contortionist
Orphanages started offering torches to abortion clinics
I lost acquaintances in a morgue of lady friends
I gender bent the heaven-sent angelic devil-boy. This God’s androgynous
I'm looking marvelous but looks CAN kill
And they're unsure about my sexual orientation still
Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby-breath arrangement
The vault is vacant They're all looking for fault or blame
I called my agent The moment that I caught the train
I let him know I'm going nowhere, and he's invited
If he leaves tonight then he just might help me find it
But this is my burden to bear, not his
And I'm a psychic without a sidekick holding the future hostage
A loose cannon standing on the rooftop with
A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths
They call me daredevil but I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too much

Wed, Aug. 19th, 2009, 06:45 pm

Not to be too much of an attention whore, but you remember I'm still doing this

http://somethingarchy.wordpress.com/

right?

Thu, Jul. 9th, 2009, 07:37 pm

Doing a thing about books. You know, those things that I read...


http://somethingarchy.wordpress.com/

Sat, Jun. 13th, 2009, 08:21 pm

Further to the underpants thing: If the pajama-wearing person is a toddler, does that make any difference in whether he/she/it should be wearing underpants at the same time as pajamas or otherwise?

Sat, Jun. 13th, 2009, 04:59 pm

Alright, The Internet, time to settle an argument hat Alana and I are having:


When one wears pajamas to bed, would it be tradition to wear underwear underneath them, or to go, as they say, commando?

Weigh in on this, and help prove one of us right.

Go!

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