05.11.02 - 11:12 PM

on a lighter note...

on November 5th, 2002, the region, to be named Camelot seceeded from Los Angeles. Not! 70+% of LA citizens and a close 51% of Valley residences voted against the re-organization of the San Fernando Valley. 63% of the Camelot residences voted for the name San Fernando Valley, a mere 11% voted for the name Camelot. LOL!!!
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Camelot Song
From the Movie 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail'

We're Knights of the Round Table.
We dance whene'er we're able.
We do routines and chorus scenes
With footwork impeccable.
We dine well here in Camelot.
We eat ham and jam and spam a lot.

We're Knights of the Round Table.
Our shows are formidable,
But many times we're given rhymes
That are quite unsingable.
We're opera mad in Camelot.
We sing from the diaphragm a lot.

In war we're tough and able,
Quite indefatigable.
Between our quests we sequin vests
and impersonate Clark Gable.
It's a busy life in Camelot.

I have to push the pram a lot.

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05.11.02 - afternoon

pre-mid-life crisis

before the middle of your life crisis. i'm not even close to the middle of my life. i go day by day knowing that i will live forever or probably just a day short of it. i took a little holiday this weekend. i went to palm springs to get away from the hustle and the bustle. i ate and slept, drank a little beer and pondered purpose. i've concluded, as it is well known, there isn't a purpose unless you strive for fame and fortune. i really don't. ok, maybe fame. maybe i'd like to be remembered for something great. fame, that's for sure, not infamy. that's easy. anyone can go and do some bad and become a bad memory. there isn't any charm in that, and you probably end up embarrasing all the people that care about you. fame, for something good or extraordinary. yeah, that's tough. especially in the eyes of your average disgruntled or desensitized american.
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ah, to get out of the groove i'm in. i'm still unsure what it is, but i'm sure i have an idea, but i'll leave it up to the one or two of you that actually read this crap to decide what it is. [actually, it's pretty obvious.] i found that once you get yourself down, for even the littlest things, you tend ponder and de-value the good things around you. it's a downward spiral that most people have a hard time getting out of. the problem, one of those things i used to dig myself out is one of the roots of my sadness. sadness. right now i find unconditional enjoyment from my brother & lindsay. but, i'm a third wheel. i'll leave it at that. i think i desire for that fourth, but NOT DESPARATE. i got my friends and D&D. and my CDs [sigur ros & the flaming lips]. and my truck. and Kyla Jayden.
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i finally picked up an actual copy of Sigur Rós - ( ). I've had a bootleg for a while. i think i'm going to customize mine with illustrations and lyrics. not sure yet. probably my warriors tale. we'll see.

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05.11.02 - Midnight

the disillusioned warrior, part 6.

...Once upon a time, there was a broken hearted warrior. He loved a princess so much, he set her free. It was one of the hardest things he was ever able to do. In fact, he didn't realize he let her go until a year later.

Years earlier, while working for the new banner, the warrior made a name for himself. He started as a minor man at arms and worked his way up to become the warlord. Little did he know but one of his subordinates, a healer, had fallen in love with him. Years later, after retiring after the death of the queen, the warrior set out for a new liege. During this time, he befriended the healer and she became part of his life and a member of the Fools. One day the healer, upon hearing about the breaking of the warrior’s heart, professed her love. But the warrior could not return the love. She worked very hard to change the warrior’s mind. Almost succeeding and winning him, but he resisted. He realized he didn’t have a heart to give. But it didn’t matter, it was too late. He broke her heart into pieces that she hides behind a lullaby. One day the warrior, saddened by breaking the heart of the healer, set out to an old happy hunting ground. He went to the region with rest & relaxation in mind. With hesitation and doubt, he invited a rogue that he knew in passing to join him on the adventure. The happy hunting grounds have always proved to be fulfilling with riches and excitement. But his instincts proved to be correct about his feelings about the rogue, she proved to be burden and overly selfish. She would compromise their hiding and slack during the hunts. Then she would take all the treasure for herself. The warrior, in the end, returned to his lands empty handed and empty hearted.

the warrior 1,2,3,4,5,6

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