Post 51

Aww man, I forgot to mention last night that it was my 50th post. Geez, how these blogs grow up. Didn't I say I'd be back soon? Haven't returned this fast since school let up. 51. Area 51. burned area. Burned log. Hee Hee, ever watch chain reaction? I haven't.
Can't think of anything else to talk about. Blog to ya later.

By the way, will anyone at least try to explain the shifting emoticon?

Roman Wolf

Ahhh. . .The idle days of summer are drawing shut before my blissful eyes. In a matter of weeks I will be slaving furiously over the books, studying till my wearied heart collapses of fatigue, and hanging out with good friends I haven't seen enough of during these last few months. All in all, a fair trade I'd say. Still, I will miss watching Trek 2.0, even though they are changing the time to earlier, I won't have control of the tv at that time slot like I do at 10:00 pm. Anyone who doesn't know that I am a Trekkie obviously hasn't had a good enough look at my profile. I am probably one of the few declared Vulcans on Blogspot. Obviously I really am human, but under the anonomity of the web, I can be any species I want.
That ambiguity of self is the heart and soul of this machine we call the internet. All information can be sought, some might put you on a terror watch list, but it is there. (Especially if you use Yahoo, based off my experiances!!) For those cunning enough to take advantage of that feature, no matter what is out there, they can be safe. After all, predators don't have to ever find out if they are talking to a fifteen year old. That kid could claim to be a twenty year old newbie cop, and the predator would never know the differance and the kid definately won't be in much danger. Places like MySpace really aren't all that dangerous when you look at it in that light. Everyone is safe there, the hunters and the hunted. All it takes is the skill to hide in this new monoworld jungle of ours. Viva la Future!!:))
Whenever I try to make that on my labtop word program, it turns the emoticon into a wall mart smiley face. Anyone who can explain why is welcome to leave a comment.

Lobolius

The Bitter Sisters Meet

Greetings from the Library yet again

Well, I now have my hands on Gone With the Wind. In case you are wondering, the main reason why I'm reading a 1037 page book is because I can. Other than that, I don't really have much to talk about today. I simply am here at the library, at a computer, and found myself willing to contact the greater part of this world.

That has absolutely nothing to do with the title of my blog today, though that could possibly have a tie in somewhere within all those pages. The sisters I refer to are the United States and France meeting an agreement on a resolution to end the fighting over in the mideast. Think back, if you would, about three years ago or so. The word French was a swear word, protected from the delicate ears and young minds by such sweet euphomisms as Freedom. Remember? Freedom Fries, Freedom everything. Pardon my freedom, but. . . No french to be heard. Now the old love hate pendelum has swung back not quite to love, but out of hate. That's the place it should be. The United States and France are the two oldest surviving democracies in the world. French writers inspired our founding fathers, French money bought our ticket to freedom. The king who sent soldiers to the Americas against the Brits was destined to die under a guillotine by revolutionaries fighting for democracy. Yet afterwards, relations soured when the young America refused to come to Napolean's aid in Europe because we lacked money, armies and the gusto. (& Conservatives have never liked the French much, they've always perfered the English Speaking Parent Country) So just a little history lesson to consider.

Bye Now

Lobolius

Just Calling to Say Hi

Hey

Does anybody know where July went? It seems like I just flipped over my calendar and got a clear picture of a thundering statue horsie honoring the pony express. Now all I have is a wide shot of a Ulysses Simpson Grant statue. Now its August, summer's darting past, and soon I will be at school blogging away almost every morning just like last year. Ahh, to not have to bike two miles just to get in touch with you lovely folks who never leave comments or see this blog. Not to imply I don't use the library for its ancient purpose. I have five beauties sitting right next to me, and I have put in a request for two more. "Gone with the Wind" and "All the Kings Men". Every summer I resolve to read one long book, and unfortunately I have been having some difficulty getting ahold of Margaret Mitchell's masterpiece. The lib seems to have lost it. I also couldn't find Howard Fast's Spartucus, which I remembered to seek out today. Oh well. Maybe I'll sniff something out of nonfiction. Or even use Google, like some sort of new aged techie whippersnapper. (Hee Hee)

Ta Ta for now and eternity-you wish!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Roman Wolf