Yesterday was a really good day. Today — less so. Still, Friday. How was your day? What’s your favorite color, and why? Did you pick that color to augment the image you’ve built for yourself? Is it attached to some pastel childhood memory no one cares about but you and, possibly, your parents? If you could make one person adore you unquestioningly, who would it be? Are you going to be clever and say Bill Gates, so he can give you all his money? Do you think you’re clever? Do you think I’m clever? Do you think cleverness is overrated? Do you think you’re overrated? Do you think you’re pretty? Are you insecure? Is that society’s fault, or yours?
I enjoyed that too much. And I try so hard to be self-sufficient. So right now I’m writing a mainstream sci-fi thingy, which I’m really enjoying. It’s fun because I’m living vicariously through my characters. I’m playing God.
anush, i am in love with your last link, and the links from there. Why did i not click before? go click now! and know your shame
nice questions. most people don’t just go right up and ask (electronically, as the case may be).
my day was reasonably good. (before i go make this wholly elaborate, please swear to read this; i am putting more than a calorie’s effort into it), though yesterday sucked because i was sick. i was sick today too, but my throat doesn’t hurt unless i talk or if i’m in outside’s humid weather (to which i guess you texans are today oblivious). so it didn’t keep me from having a nice long chat about stuff at my synagogue with a guy from my school who also goes to my synagogue. that was fun, entertaining. but then after an hour or more, when i went upstairs to look for my dad, my dad was sitting in the sanctuary listening to some jokes that the bar mitzvah boy and his family members were giving on the podium, and my dad kept telling me i shouldn’t have missed the beginning and it’s bad of me to not have come there and to have missed it, and that “no, it’s not ok”… but that’s ok, i didn’t regret that…. at least that conversation before kept my mind reasonably off being sick. then i went home and read a good, absorbing, cool sci-fi book called “Snow Crash” all day until Shabbos (jewish sabbath) was over at about 8:00 and then i did other stuff (it’s being before 8:00 right now by central daylight time). And tomorrow then i have to do muchos homework and that was my day.
as for the other questions, ::::
i don’t have a color; i haven’t decided yet.
I don’t yet know who i would try to make adore me unquestioningly.
Yes, unfortunately i think i’m clever.
Yes, I do think your clever.
No, i don’t think cleverness is overrated.
Yes, I think i’m overrated.
No, i don’t think i’m pretty….. considering that i and the majority of this site’s professed traffic other than you, anush, is from males, wouldn’t you phrase that question a little differently?
Am I insecure? wuz. still am partially.
-Avi
holyshoot he answered. eheh
I think I love Julie Rocheleau. First, her last name is wicked. And second… aieah, her sketches make my face look like scum pulled out from underneath the previous popes fingernails. Dead and rotton previous pope*.
-Nasty nasty me
Bilal
* Pope pope pope, man, thats a funny word.
Playing God? Get to read Sophie’s World yet?
Ya should.
the image for which alt=”your mouse is on a big sexy image” is 1337.