theresaholeinmybucket

Youth

gyory — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 23:44:46 +0000

People always talk about recapturing their lost youth, I’m like ‘screw that’, I lost that little asshole on purpose.

Tact

gyory — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 02:10:27 +0000

What I lack in tact, I make up for with brutal subtlety.

Pun

gyory — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 23:18:40 +0000

Is the lowest form of twit.

Yesssssssss

gyory — Sun, 01 Jan 2012 11:59:11 +0000

WGIL reports the pair told officers that the nude late-night fast-food run might not have been a great idea, but they both still thought it was funny

Universe in a grain of sand, or Brane in a wind-chime

gyory — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 11:54:49 +0000

The question of how something came from nothing is the question ‘how did the void and its frothing loam of virtual particles get concussed into a shit-tonne of hydrogen?’

Believing in free assembly, I see no problem in things like the Strong Nuclear force spontaneously happening.

The real brain freeze is thinking about what could have possibly spooked such a vast quantity of sub atomic energy into condensing up all those levels in the first place.

Privacy

gyory — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 12:38:17 +0000

Strangely, this is probably the most private, most enduring place I can set down this thought. Excellent how blogs lurk in the depths. Hide in plain sight right? Well I have to tell someone, even if that someone is me.

She walked right by me again tonight.

I don’t know who she is.

It’s always a different person.

But in my mind she’s the same girl.

The one that’s right.

The one I never meet.

Obvious

gyory — Tue, 18 Oct 2011 23:57:26 +0000

They say a picture tells a thousand words, but I suspect that may be an upper limit. I took a picture this morning and it tells 23 words, if you count numerals and double ups.

Species

gyory — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 22:55:24 +0000

I’ve recently found myself wondering, as many have before, how much, if any, of me is actually me? How much is just a jigsaw of other people’s thoughts, words and ideas? Am I just the thing that’s wondering about the puzzle, on the puzzle’s terms? How would I even recognise an idea that came to me of it’s own accord, that was not merely transposed from some book or film or passing conversation? Am I just a curator; an assembler of my own unique puzzle? Is it the act of assembling that creates me?

Happy Snap

gyory — Sun, 22 May 2011 07:25:42 +0000

Deep

gyory — Sun, 22 May 2011 07:21:39 +0000