Ooookay. Well, it appears that Blogstream is only closing registration, but not the actual site. Because here we are.

Or am I?

Seriously?

What?

Shoobazzle.

I can't say I'm coming back, that would be a lie. It just so happened that I had to say a few things that wouldn't fit into a Tweet post.

I got a brand new Razer Blackwidow Ultra Keyboard. It is shiny. And, one of the few keyboards these days that is mechnical-switch. I'm still Lord of the Takka. Refer to earlier posts to understand this reference. I suppose that this whole post is just a selfish indulgence for the purpose of getting used to my new keyboard. It may have something to do with the keys being a little off center. It may have something to do with the Imperial Stout I have just finished off.

But whatever the circumstances, the clowns have bombs in their pies, and their unicycles need WD-40. Or it could be something to do with the midget I control who has a gun and snappy attire. In any case, I really am just hitting the keys for hitting the keys' sake.

VNV Nation - Judgement - Testament

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why does it burn?!

Well, here I was considering shutting down my blog account and moving everything, and then I get the message saying I don't HAVE to consider! Blogstream going down!

Well. I would love to say everything was awesome. And indeed it was. I got lots of writing practice and made lots of friends. And many imaginary friends. They visit the psychiatrist with me.

Anywho, I'm writing this to announce that if you still want to see my writing in action, then visit me in these two places.

Seven Is What? on Blogspot:
http://seveniswhat.blogspot.com/
I don't write full blogs as much, but I do believe I'll be getting back into it someday.

SevenIsDarker on Twitter:
http://twitter.com/#!/SevenIsDarker
Here is where I am most active. I have an iPod Touch, and I with my wi-fi, I'm able to write whenever I feel inspired. Or drunk. You know how it goes.

You all can read my exploits and contact me that way. Be warned, I reject your reality and substitute my own.

Anya, my kids, and I wave goodbye to all my friends here. Maybe you'll follow me, maybe you won't. But one thing is for certain, a short guy in dark clothing, driving a '99 Corolla, with a tall babe at his side, is going to cause all sorts of strange goings-on. You'll just have to accept this.



The Wallflowers - Bringing Down The Horse - Laughing Out Loud

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PIE LAUNDRY SOAP

I find it ever so affirming that after 56 weeks of not posting anything that I'm still on the second page of Blogstream's most popular “Anything” blogs.

Pioneer knows that I exist. He knows that more madness is due to come this way. Madness I will dictate through a disembodied clown nose.

That's why I'm still on page 2.

Well, fortunately, most of my real life has settled quite a bit. Things are still not optimal, so my only promise is that I'll post once a week. Wednesday or Thursday. Maybe both.

Clan of Xymox - Creatures - Creature

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somewhere out there is a clown with no nose

Well, I can safely tell you that Anya learned a lesson about looking human during the daytime. Remember that I had to tie her up outside while I attended a local meeting of shadow world directors? This time, she's going as a human. Of course, neither one of us really knows our fashion. I'm a man, and she's a slavering man-killer. It sort of puts our relationship in a weird perspective.

So with neither of us having any idea of how she should look, I brought her into a beauty parlor/hair salon for a makeover.

My first mistake was watching Anya's makeover while sitting in one of the vacant salon chairs. My second mistake was being snarky.

One of the overly-perfumed and dolled-up ladies in the establishment came up and asked me, “So, are you here for a makeover?”

And with all the snarky sarcasm I can muster, I say, “Why YES! I'm the ugly manling, and someday... I hope to become a beautiful lady!”

Oh. Do not get snarky with the salon ladies. For they will apply makeup to your face. Did you know that their salon chairs have leather restraining straps?

After an hour, a wig, and enough cosmetics to hide a building, the only things that gave away that I was really a man was my jawline, my voice, and something I had stashed in my pants.

And they had to redo Anya's makeover. She laughed so hard that she completely undid two hours of work in ten minutes.


The Mystic Knights of Oingo Boingo – Don't Go In The Basement

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what is this nonsense?

When bad times meets high technology, we get into situations like this. More and more, you can see automated check out lines in grocery stores. Lots of executives are putting them in to save on the costs of actually hiring someone.

I have my own opinions about these stations. But you're not here to read my nitpicking.

But what I can potentially see are disgruntled employees whose careers are on the chopping block, take a different approach to helping customers with the automated check out lines.

Customer: Hey, I can't seem to get this computer to work. What's going on?

Disgruntled: Oh, we've got a new method for self-checkout. The new way is to just stand there, and check yourself out. Really. Stare at yourself. If you feel sexually harassed, just fill out these forms, and see yourself in court the next day after filing. Be sure to tell the judge that you've been harassing yourself.


Rozalla – Everybody's Free – Everybody's Free (To Feel Good)

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romper stomper bomper boo