January 2010
“YOU SONS OF SEACOWS WILL WISH YOU’D NEVER BEEN BORN WITH LIMBS ON YOUR BODIES BECAUSE I AM GOING TO COME UP ON THAT SHIP AND SHOW YOU HOW MANY DELICOUS STOCKS AND BRAISES I CAN MAKE WITH THEM”
— Dan Mcninja, The Adventures of Dr Mcninja
Yes, this is what I am doing while you americans are all out partying on New Years Eve. Don’t judge me.
I wrote this on a whim a while back.
I figure I should get it “Published” So here it is.
The tales of Mew mew: The little kitten who was also a dinosaur Once upon a time, there was a kitten. But this kitten was not just a kitten. SHE WAS ALSO A DINOSAUR. Now, as you know, dinosaurs like to eat meat. And kittens like to play with yarn. So this kittisaur was torn. Would she eat meat, or play with yarn? Little kitten did...
December 2009
Why do I ever feel the need to be an asshole? What the hell is wrong with me, that means that I go through all these stupid moods? Can’t I just be sane and happy for a while? Is that hard?
I am the 444th most popular tumblr on this site in New Zealand. YUS. C’mon. We can get this higher.
Okay.
Hats are the shit-widget. This is the truth.
DEAR GOD.
I HATE DINNER PARTIES. SMITE THEM PLEASE.
~Andrew.
Okay. So. Here's teh thing.
I wanna give you all high fives. All of yous. Okay? There we go.
BEE
Okay. There was a bee in here. Now it’s gone. But I don’t know if it’s like, left, or like, being a ninja. I dunno. Help me. Pwease.
Tumblr
Is there tumblrweed? If so, is it, like, a drug, or does it just roll around places?
Meus Annum
That latin up there’s wrong, I should mention. The -um ending on a noun should only be used on the object of a sentence, but ‘year’ instead should show ownership. I forget what case that is though. But anyway. I figure, as is apparently the rage in the tumblropilis, I should make some post summing up my year. So here goes. You excited? I’m excited. Wooooo.
Let’s do...
Difficulties
It turns out thinking of a name that sums me up simply and easily is hard. I started with Elizabethan Dinosaur, but to be honest, that didn’t stay for long. Names, really, in fact, generally don’t do much for me. It’s the content. The soul of the person, that I remember. Which may just be my excuse for being horrible with names, but, hey, it’s not a bad one, as excuses go.