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May. 19th, 2004 01:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ink_n_impI have found that nothing screams “SUMMER!” quite like firmly entrenching oneself in the very pits of complete geekdomnity. Indeed, nothing warms my heart more than the Sci-Fi Channel and Spike TV—I have watched more Star Trek in this week than methinks in my entire lifetime, and that’s including all the times in my childhood I passively watched Star Trek: TNG with my mother. Have also decided that Vulcans p’own Klingons any day, but ESPECIALLY Vulcans accompanied by seemingly suave Midwesterners and very angry Southerns.
…For fear of losing the interest of, well, ALL OF YOU, I shall refrain from boring you with my esoteric musings. I shall now move on to things that do not pertain to SPACE…the final frontier.
Already, I have assisted Mother Nature in her cruel campaign against the large sand bar that is Long Island by climbing the bluffs near my house. Have discovered, amid the abandoned caresses of beer bottles and cigarette butts, a picturesque little stronghold perfect for that summer beach bonfire I’ve always secretly desired. All I have to do show up on a night that a group of drunken, silly high schoolers aren’t carousing up there, and it would make for a most pleasant retreat. I expect that the view of Connecticut will be particularly loverly up there on a clear night.
However, it will not truly be summer until I’ve run headlong into the Sound in my wetsuit. (The wetsuit being necessary, seeing as the sound can be quite chilly in a nasty sort of way this time of year, regardless of the gorgeous weather.)
Aside from watching copious amounts of TV, creatively musing my afternoons away, and reading books that ARE NOT REQUIRED FOR CLASS THE NEXT DAY, I have finally weeded my garden, and look forward to feasting on the strawberries and raspberries and cherry tomatoes it shall bring forth.
In other news, grass is God’s way of telling us that He still cares.
On that note, lilac is God’s way of telling us that He has IMPECCIABLE taste.
One final thought, the rising gas prices are God’s way of telling us He wants us home by 10.
‘Nella, signing out.
…For fear of losing the interest of, well, ALL OF YOU, I shall refrain from boring you with my esoteric musings. I shall now move on to things that do not pertain to SPACE…the final frontier.
Already, I have assisted Mother Nature in her cruel campaign against the large sand bar that is Long Island by climbing the bluffs near my house. Have discovered, amid the abandoned caresses of beer bottles and cigarette butts, a picturesque little stronghold perfect for that summer beach bonfire I’ve always secretly desired. All I have to do show up on a night that a group of drunken, silly high schoolers aren’t carousing up there, and it would make for a most pleasant retreat. I expect that the view of Connecticut will be particularly loverly up there on a clear night.
However, it will not truly be summer until I’ve run headlong into the Sound in my wetsuit. (The wetsuit being necessary, seeing as the sound can be quite chilly in a nasty sort of way this time of year, regardless of the gorgeous weather.)
Aside from watching copious amounts of TV, creatively musing my afternoons away, and reading books that ARE NOT REQUIRED FOR CLASS THE NEXT DAY, I have finally weeded my garden, and look forward to feasting on the strawberries and raspberries and cherry tomatoes it shall bring forth.
In other news, grass is God’s way of telling us that He still cares.
On that note, lilac is God’s way of telling us that He has IMPECCIABLE taste.
One final thought, the rising gas prices are God’s way of telling us He wants us home by 10.
‘Nella, signing out.
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Date: 2004-05-19 08:21 am (UTC)