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I decided to try my hand at this journallog thing |
Let's see, what's new with the poet Darká? Not too much really. Working hard, yet hardly working, on putting my show together and tracking down kev long enough to hang for a few hours here and there. Got back my photos from Yankees Stadium (whilst sitting in the tier section), um, look, pinstriped ants...and it was a disposable digital camera that cost like $12, then another $12 to develop the oh so worthless photos...I hate life's little lessons in duhness. Oh well, when I get rich...yeah right...I'll get a real digital camera so I can ZOOM in and get REAL photos from almost any distance, take that Hubble Satelite!, okay so maybe not that far away. Anyways, I think Zambrano should get a line drive in the head for hitting both Derek AND Jorge in the wrist/hand/arm place thing. He hit our team captain, then like two or three batters later Jorge, and NO warning from the ump...kill the ump! Vehement about baseball? Who me? Nah. Okay, maybe a little. Well, I'm also working on tweeking "Night of the Banshees" (see my stories folder) and maybe turning it into a much longer work with chapters and all sorts of other fun stuff, like chapters...wait a tick...oh well. Ciao for now! Darká Degerön - the poet Darká |