I have a glove and a ball. I throw the ball. I walk to the ball. I turn around. I throw the ball. I walk to the ball. I turn around. I throw the ball.
I say hello, I turn around I say hello, I turn around I say hello.
I tell a joke, I laugh unusually loud for a long, long time. I cry. I laugh. I tell a joke.
I look at the time.
I hold my left foot in my right hand. I jump through my left foot and right hand with my right foot. I fall over.
"Spotter ready?" .... "Falling"
I wake up. I walk in fast circles. No, I cannot see my back no matter how fast I walk. I run: same results.
I open my mouth in an elongated "O." I knock on my head with my right fist. It sounds hollow. I chuckle.
I ask questions out loud that I do not know the answer to. I begin to whisper them into my cupped hands. I hold out my cupped hands and let them fly away.
I sit and wait.
(i.e. I check the blog site)
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I'm here, Davey, and I feel your pain. I was mostly out of commision last week because I was in Austin and Bloomington, but now I'm back and better than ever. I'll have some things to share about my trip soon.
Dave...Daaave....Daaaavvvveeee....
You're right, it does feel rather empty in here. Only TEFKAMS looking at us with beady eyes from his satallite... which is frightening enough in itself. Kind of like being alone in a Halflife game...
And is there really anything more lonely than wandering around a Halflife map, with no havoc available to wreck? No carnage to cause? No digital faces to pound into a bloody pulp? My, I'm scaring myself.
I've returned for what its worth after several weeks of heavy workload and severe allergy suffering.
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