chaosvizier

Today's educational topic is music.

To summarize: Music is good.

Now, I like music. I played instruments in elementary and high school. I sang with choirs. I enjoyed musicals. I even just got myself one of them iPod doohickies and used it to get music off of some tubes somewhere.

( And now, the fine print... )

So, last month I went on vacation to that West Coast I hear we have. You might already be asking, "Gee, update on time much?" Yeah, well, sometimes you just get lazy. Just for that, here's a long photo-intensive story. Serves you right.

( Long and Photo-Intensive Story is hidden behind this cut tag. Beware, oh ye of weak bandwidth and limited attention spans! )

Merry Christmas to everyone. Even if you don't celebrate. I still think you should be merry. Because, hey, why not? It's a seasonal thing. You can be a jerk next week, if you want. I probably will. But right now, enjoy the day. It means fun and merriment. Go make merry; you won't regret it.

Ok, just to show you how easy it is, I'm going to try it out.
*deeeeeep breath*
I think you guys are great and it's a pleasure knowing you, for real or otherwise.
*exhale*
Hmm. That wasn't too difficult, but it took a lot out of me. I can go back to being my usual self now. ;-)

See you in a week when I might make a friendly New Years post as well. Although I'm much more likely to make a drunk-off-my-ass post at that point.

Mayor Michael Bloomberg agrees: "chaosvizier's full of Christmas cheer right now, but in seven days he's going to be the most shitfaced guy on the planet, and I'll be glad to have him out of my city."

Previously, our hero had found himself at the mercy of the World Sumo Wrestling League and the infinite shenanigans that went along with a performance of the ages. The tale was magical, but lacked photographic evidence and support... until now.

( Now behold the picspamming power of Iron Mountain! )

British English is not really a foreign language compared to American English. It's simply spoken in a manner that defies logic and reason.

( The very heart and soul of Her Majesty's empire is seen herewith. Granted, if you locate London on a map, it's more at the colon or appendix level, but we'll discuss that another time. )

Welcome once again to the Theatre of Excessive Hyperbole, wherein the serious, the absurd, and the absurdly serious are mixed together for results unimaginable. But be forewarned! These tales are not for the faint of heart. Dread deeds, vegetarianism and mathematics most malignant occupy these pages before you. Enter at your own peril!

( Actually, it's not too perilous. Maybe just a little peril. The pictures might be perilous if you're all low bandwidth and shit. )

As I mentioned yesterday, this past weekend there was a wedding.

( Now I'll tell the tale of the actual wedding. )

Ok, I admit, I'm not a huge updater. I write here once in a while, just for shits and giggles. But some folks say they want to know more about what I'm doing, and that I should update and stuff, so here's my review of my life in the year 2006. That's right, all 24 days of it. Fear the summary. FEAR!

( On the First Day of January someone gave to me... A craptastic marshmallow peep! )

( Later that year, some other crazy stuff happened. )

( And then, some martial arts nonsense. )

OMGWTFMANTISPWNED!!!

Thanks to the_5th_element, even though the story squicked her out completely.

This Saturday, I went to a wedding.

( Yeah, it's story time again. And it's pretty sacreligious too, so if you're worried about catching fire for reading my heresies, you might want to stop here... )