I suppose i should say something about the recent conference I went to friday-sunday for Higher Things (www.higherthings.org) as all the other weirdos are. brother Stupid has a good one of quotes, although he insists upon referring to Bob by that infernal nickname that I can't seem to get rid of, Zeke. it was a lot of fun, lots of strange people talking, listening to realy good lectures, lightsaber fighting, hymn singing, Mouthhouse (a mailing list for Higher Things) Clue, etc. bob met nice people for the first time and was reacquainted with some who have infested Bob's dreams already. go to Stormfield, he has a pretty good despiction of the whole thing through quotes. he's so artistic. through the lectures Bob, Seth G, Garrot, Bob's brother and occasionaly other people passed stupid notes like little kids in the 4th grade, but it was fun. when not listening intently or reading/writing notes, Bob let his artistic side show and drew stick figure swat teams in firefights with stick figure militia. Even the simplest things entertain the mentaly retarted. bob met a lot of people who 75% of my audience (meaning three out of the four people who read) will not know. Rae: scary, life of the party, Seth: scary, death of the part, but fun for Gay Mario singing, Paul: has OCD which sets off Bob's OCD, Nat: eerily regular person with cheap katana, Maggie: nice, psycotic person with evil tests, Seth w/funky hair: maiwage, Harris: conservative, NRA lover loving person, Garret: "wasn't there some little thing between the Scots and English or something...". If I missed you and you were there and not insane yet, yell at me. Bob had a good time, got no sleep, developed a new OCD that other people cannot guess (other than guinea pig (cough), llama *Bob toutches nose* and cow, "moo". After the the conference we said goodbye to people, and then all decided to go to Rae's house which was on the way for most of us. There we played air guitar and fiddle (???) to Green Day songs, acted drunk because we're idiots, went to "scary" bridge which the other weenies would not cross because it was "(whine) uuunsafe (whine)". But all too soon we left and began back home with Nat and Maggie who we dropped off in Indiana. At last we went through The Evil Lands (Illinois) and back to Wisconsin.
For the first time in his life, Bob almost misses being around people, specific people, but people none the less. Oh well, he'll just cover it with massive, spasm inducing amounts of caffine. And are you all bewaring the ides of March? good! time for Bob to go back to his padded cell once again.
NaNoWriMo:
Day: 10
Word Count: exactly 21,000 words
Caffine Intake: almost exactly 1 gallon, 70 oz.
Sanity Level (1=thinking like freuid 10=raving lunatic): 6
Was she sent down to me from the heavens above?
her breath pure as whiskey by heart fell in love.
--May the Living be Dead in the Wake by Flogging Molly
(aren't the Irish such beautiful poets?)
Bob
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Ha ha!!! Stick figure swat teams! If you have a scanner, you need to put them on here.
Wow...sounds like quite a night!
I can't believe they let you out of your straight jacket, and gave you a day pass!
Exciting!
Ya, Bob has a crappy scanner and he "Cun figger out this here new fangled kawnpyeewter thingy" he will post them for you people's viewing pleasure. but I must warn you, take everthing you have ever learned about art, forget it, crumple it up into a ball, throw it in the toilet, do what must be done on it, flush several times, add violence, gun-nerd and tactics-nerd things, then give the unsanitary paper another good stomp and you have what I created.
And for you information Bob has to dislocate his shoulder to get out of the straight jacket, conspire with his cell mate who keeps insisting that his is his "own bloody God" to get the passcard from the big muscley nurses, then take the passcard, betray his cellmate and get to a computer just so he could give you people all the wounderful things you've come to expect from Mental Llama. so enjoy it while you can, they're buffing up security.
and one more thing, Bob isn't sure if he's told you Short People (the way bob refers to all people) yet, but as you may know some people think that Shakespeare was gay, and Bob has conclusve proof! It's on his conspiracy theory blog.
(http://www.contheo.blogspot.com)
for those of you who don't know.
Eerily regular? That's a new one.
Actually I didn't consider this entry quite interesting enough to reply to. I'm merely pointing out that I replied to the rather more interesting entry just below it.
You and Cole would get along so well, Bob... though he enjoys drawing stick-people evacuating from sinking ships, only to be eaten by sharks or consumed by green fire.
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