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Soooo...I've failed miserably in my attempt to post every other day, but who on mars would want to read random ramblings so often anyway? I'm just here because my outer cerebral cortex feels like it's dead, I shan't say my brain because my cerebellum is just fine, thank you.
'Smorning I invaded Treatville quite successfully and did school there....ummm, not so successfully. At the prospect of Nicholas the First we were suddenly enraptured in painting and in medieval and scriptic fonts. After which followed an argument about the spelling of (ahem) Tsar, which is also correct as Czar, Csar, and Tzar.We decided that the look of the thing is all that matters and that the look differs with *font* - back to that again. But when I was introduced to - http://owlcityblog.com/2011/04/04/hercules-goes-bananas/ - this! laughter ensued with a vengeance. Some time around there we were informed my Johnnynotfat that luncheon was anticipating its hour of vanquishment! And in case you were wondering where education came in, I did complete a portion of Geometry and accidentally learned a lot about Nicholas the First and his brother Alexander among many other things, it's just that those weren't as interesting.
When I came home on my bike, splattered with rain, I was bombarded by a cross between second-breakfast and afternoon tea which would have done justice to the Shire itself.
Then!
Biology.
Imma tell you before you tell me that you don't need to know all the details of vertebrae and dorsal nerve chords at the moment. But apparently I now have a hippocampus made out of bone, how about you?
"Nif" in the Norrisopolian dialect is a word that expresses the wish that things were otherwise, whereas "ni" is an expression of frustration.

Do you ever plead desperately with pacman ghosts?

Today...

I personally think it's weird that I have a blob at all. Isn't it to tell everyone about one's life? But if Morgie and Anna were going to, I was not to be outdone.
I was honking that I should try to post every other day, so I'm loyally a-postin' even though there isn't anything earth-shattering to say.
I have been making signs for the various provinces of Norrisopolis - so that no one gets lost ;) - so far I've finished the sign for Jeremosamareatheriel (so much fun to say, try it!!) and started the Norrisopolis sign - also fun to say.
But I thought, before I made any confusing blunders, that I should introduce Ye Olde Norrisopolian Vernacular, so that all you foreigners will be capable of future comprendation. Hence, I shall put in a word or so with every post.
First off, you say "honking" not "thinking" - in memory of the English spell-check in China.
Otherwise, it's Silly Sleeves Day, everyone!

I have a blob!

I* have been told by many a peculiar person that I should get a blob. Hence, tada!
I suspect that many of you have been staring blankly at my title with much bewilderment - and that the remainder were smart and looked it up in their trusty Elvish/English dictionaries. But for those of you who didn't, I simply summarized my life. (you should all know what it means now)
I must warn you that there will likely not be anything as interesting or splendiforous as one might find on The Grate Blue or the like (what could be more wondersome than blue bunnies and biblical nutmeg?) but know, all ye readers of the post, that this blob (and this life) exists to praise the Lord.






*You know, that Jesus Freak? She lives over in Norrisoplis, those guys sure are weird...