no blight in the levitation of day

Let’s see if blogging still works…
Writing words is not something that I consider a part of my thing, but I have chosen to do it anyway, I imagine those around me are bewildered by my choice to write words on the internet, whatever will be will be.

Just the sentence structure alone is enough to make a book-slug vommit up it’s own soul.

In other more, slightly important news has been nice to have a moment to reflect, daily, almost like a daily reflection of sorts, I am off TAFE now you see, smashed the semester in half like a glass fondue megastructure. I need to get back to the codes and dip my nose in the broken ceramic stand, see what all the pottering is about.

the fairy bread trail mixer

Other such word salads that are mixed whilst warm to give a nice salmony aftertaste.

It has been a relaxing and posistive TAFE holiday so far, healthy, bonding, exercise and gearing myself up for starting a small(me) web business but also looking for work when I get to the end next semester. It will be a race to the death! Who will profit from death first? Arnold, the ham ham.

BBQ the trail and walk the salad, there and back, to see how far it was. I was approximately 1.5 salads from the bar, which is a long way to walk in the cold daylight of this dry July.

the sleeper must awake

Sleep is nice, I have been somewhat catching up with that, but I also have been in a self-imposed hibernation for about 25 years. The thawing out process is slow and littered with the occasional ice block that I have to melt with a can of hairspray and a lighter. A quarter of a century of hibernation, and now I am starting to wake up and smell the artificial flowers.

Great things have happened this year already, and the nice little thing I do with some of my spare time also says, if I keep putting my best foot forward and embracing the winter sun, I will thaw to an acceptable flesh burning temperature. The promises are starting to solidify in and around Jimbob’s head, I am starting to see the light at the mid-section of the sandworm. Dessert planet.

Thanks for hanging around.

This ko-fi business is an attempt for me to pay for server costs, as broke students are broke.