room games and diamond rain

Well, there’s something to be said about summer and creativity, flexing your intellect as you see fit without the confines of word counts. I don’t know what to think about these entries of yesteryear, they’re at times cringeworthy and ultimately not that substantial, but hey it’s something. Let’s go see what I’ve learned in a year.

No not outright. That’s just not my style. I’ll probably dance around personal subjects, probably still for the better. I’ll also continue to rock the comma splice, as I’m sure is going on now, and not risk three-percent-deductions (as instituted by a particularly harsh yet particularly fabulous modern lit prof). As a passionate hardliner for spelling, my occasional disregard for grammar is a little disappointing.

Yes, this more than a bit meandering. It’s a bit of a test run. Stream of consciousness at the moment. Later, I might subject these entries to greater scrutiny and editing but for now let’s just see where these words end up. I imagine you’re waiting on bated breath (another one of those phrases wherein the adjective seems meaningless without the noun) for the point. Do we stop now? I’m reminded of Willy Wonka leading the boat of delinquent children into the deep tunnel, singing tunelessly about its potential oblivion.

FIN.