annabloom. notes.

spongism. fnnnnnnn.

there are tree parts to it so far:-

spongism 1
spongism 2
spongism 3

conveniently named. but where does it go to? simon? watcha tink?

after a week in the city —— a nice title by the way i might use that again —— a song came to my mind. a very obvious thought. courtesy of lennon/mccartney. obviously:–

Eleanor Rigby (Lennon/McCartney)

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there’s nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

there you go. download the next ringtone to not end up unloved and eating crspss all night.

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enjoy.

launched spongism 3 today for no other reason than to launch it for a special one. made cakes, no breadrolls, today, for tomorrow.

chapter 3 has no meaning in the course of the three’s development —- panther rey likes milk just as bone marrow.

just made it. a happy birthday sam and a good friday.

in dublin.

sam beckett, the guy who wrote these books.

felt a little bit bored and dallied over to google to see how our old, dear friend severina vuckovic is doing; just great i can assure you, even a wikipedia article is dedicated to herself. currently rank 2 a naughty link (referring to the film) and so on really. rank 1 her official page, that’s something but rank 6 a page offer a free s*x tape (link to commercial site). the rest more links and several articles on lawsuits and other news.
it worked. she got famous. being famous is some type of new vocation. the lord has called me to be famous. for something. anything will do.

Mais ou sont les neiges d’antan?

by way of introduction:-

spongism et al is the annabloom writings column;
being famous deals with the likes of severina “vucca” vuckovic (and paris hilton should she discover adult sex);
spick and spam publishes or not iformation on the extension and stimulation of body parts and the successful squander of one’s miserable family hut.

that’s what blogging is all about: fill the place with word and feel good about it.

tomorrow i make a wet sponge go into work instead of myself. i make the sponge sit on my chair and wait for me to sit on it.
but that probably would be too much excitement for a workday.

that’s how spongism started, the only active main category of the other blog.
back then, during the days of [th]E surreal:net - journal, the category spongism did not exist although the related storilets were produced and published fairly regularly workday morning; the title of the category was fast breakfast breaks. if memory serves me right, the creation of spongism came with the switch to wordpress or certainly while being back owith wordpress— as the journal was for a time was delivered by the infamous movabletype system; sixapart, the company behind it, got some slating for making the software commercial (although a free, crippled version exists) but the world is full of people willing to spend money on all sorts of things, hence there are all smiles on their webpage. they may be in some sect mind you — look at tom cruise, he’s too boring to do drugs himself so he smiles and follows the visions of a 2nd rate scifi author on, hey-presto drugs (nothing too exotic, barbiturates and stuff, in later years a psycho-active substance). the good people at sixapart won’t do that! nonetheless it’s slimy corporate grinning all along.

anyway. that’s where we are now. thesurreal.net is currently still hosted by beigetower but there’s nothing going on, after bragging about their coolness and their rightness (as opposed to, as they put it, asshats) they could not deliver and overall turned out to be whingy losers. it is a matter of time until they go offline i guess for lack of payments to feed the server. avida was the nickname of the main lad, an anagram but not the same league as avida dollars. i can only assume that it was ultimately their apparent lack of social skill that brought them down. the world is full of idiots, others will continue were beigetower stopped.

by way of needless introduction this will be the comments and largely nonfictional annabloom journal (blog may be honest but does not sound good). we had this before, the journal (fictional, almost daily updates) and the notes, some time ago, not available anymore —- in the internet archive perhaps.
there are things to say which do not really fit into spongism or any other fictional project. the last time around the journal was fictional, well, [th]E surreal:net::journal, or so, and notes: [th]E editor’s pocket, the nonfictional part.
first on movabletype, then wordpress, then xoops with wordpress plugin, now back to wordpress. and happy with it.
the theme, for now, the tried and tested classic wordpress theme — only slightly modified.