Yeah Yeah, I Get It

That is, I get that I am a lazy blogger. All you imaginary readers with your imaginary hounding got through this thick skull of mine.

Good for you, hooray, and applause all around.

So what's new? Mid-terms are over, and I got through them pretty well despite being an all-around mediocre student.

My personal life remains stationary and solitary. I have my cat and these people who say they are my parents who wander in demanding that I take out the garbage, when really, it's THEIR garbage. The "parents" I mean, not the cat, though I do take out her garbage, too, and it is unpleasant.

I hope you enjoyed our little chat. I did.




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Yes They Did!

I might be eating this post tomorrow. But for now, it's a beautiful night, whether or not it changes anything besides the history books.


Good job, America!

An Unfinished Verse (On the Internet!)

I have the music
But who has the ears?
Here is the elegy
But where are the tears?


Maybe it's not unfinished?

HALLO FUCKING WEEN

Indeed!

The Captain Goes Back To School (And Doesn't Need To Watch James Bond Anymore)

That about sums it up. The strike is over and I went back to school on Friday. It didn't seem to affect much other than pushing some deadlines around.

Now I don't have to watch all the Bond movies in order anymore. The thought of sitting through Live and Let Die again gave me the shakes. Fuck you, J.W Pepper!

Maybe I shouldn't make the post's name essentially the post.

Meh.



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The Captain Watches James Bond

I am going to watch and review every James Bond movie, in order, and post little blurbs about them here.

Why? School is still on strike. For fuck's sake, right? My thoughts exactly.




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Kitty Watching

The professors at my University are on strike at the moment, so I've had a bit of free time to follow my cat around and she what she does when she's alone.

No, the thought of studying instead had not occurred to me.

Anyways, it turns out the cat doesn't do anything that much different from what I do when I'm home alone all day. She walks around the rooms, looks at them, lays down for a bit, gets up, eats something, lays back down, stares outside, etc. The only difference is that the cat is unlikely to feel depressed about it.

Go figure. Here's hoping for a quick resolution for this strike, before I lose my mind.



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