http://www.todayonline.com/articles/144186.asp

Shit. They managed to execute the people. The 3 Christians accused of inciting violence against Muslims.

The promos are like breakfast cereal.
Except without the sugar.
... and most of the carbohydrates,
and the dietary fibre,
and the 7 essential vitamins and minerals,
and come to think about it, without the fancy packaging...

and all you're left with is crunchy despair.

Life sucks bad.

adam

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Glancing at my blogger dashboard, I realise that I have six blogs: This one, WB, triploidy, portfolio, logblog, and the never-even-started band blog. (The band went on hiatus before we managed to do anything. Haha.) I blog entirely too much.

Unrelatedly, I keep thinking that poetry is an easy way out for writers without the patience or ability to come up with plots/compelling characterisations. Probably isn't true one bit, but at least at the amateur level it does seem that way.

I mean, on one hand it is meant to be extremely dense, meaning-wise, but coupled with the fact that it takes some skill to extract this meaning, it isn't hugely difficult to come up with some nonsense claptrap which sounds philosophical.

On the other hand, I guess poetry does fulfil functions unsuited for prose, or story-writing. I mostly find stories more compelling than poetry, however, and it infuriates me how I can't seem to write any stories. I just don't have the knack. Will keep trying.

adam

Steve Irwin's dead. I don't even know why I care so much. He was always on the verge of getting on my nerves.

Yet something deep inside of me - the primal snake-grappling, crocodile-wrestling savage that exists inside all of us (die, Josef Conrad!) is profoundly sad. The world has lost a great man.

I'm stilling grappling with it. People like Steve Irwin don't die.

This is a cruel world, but we will remember you in it, Mr. Irwin.

adam

*Edit* It was a fatal sting from a stingray, I just found out. Oddly poetic, but I would never wish it on anyone. Truly, the man was an icon; a loud, blustering, manly, enthusiastic icon. He is undoubtedly taking this new development very well; but the world will not so soon recover from its heartbreak. Rest in peace, Steve Irwin.