Systematically Random

Lila And The Purple Crystal

2006-07-10T19:45:37Z

A friend asked if i would tell her a story today. In lieu of doing any real work, I obliged...

Once upon a time, there was a dragon with warm purple eyes. Her name was Lila. She believed in true love but she was the only dragon left in her little country of Paramor. So she was alone. One day, Lila decided she would fly to a different place.
She got herself packed, her little dragon backpack full of all the little things dragons need to go on a trip with. She flew to the east, following the beautiful blue of the sun. She did lazy barrel rolls over the red ocean below her while she flew. In the middle of one of her barrel rolls she caught the glint of something shiny in the water. We all know how much dragons love shiny things, so she dove down to just above the surface of the water to see what it was. There, under the water was a little crystal, as purple as Lila's eyes. Lila hovered over the water, unsure of what to do...

What would you do?

jonshado @ 2005-01-30T11:56:00

2005-01-30T16:59:07Z

I have let this lapse. I jumped on the blogger bandwagon. I am happy there, but I keep remembering this world over here. I think it is best, for now, to provide a link to my other world. Then, maybe someday, i'll move things here.

Winter of our Discontent

Another day in Paradise

2004-09-03T19:11:39Z

Another day of work. Another day of my computer downloading a ridiculous amount of stuff (try all the Prince albums from 1978 to current?) Going to work for 4pm. Not really looking forward to work, mostly because I'm working late and then getting up in the morning to drive to NH. I'll live. Just thought...."hey i'ts a blog, i get to complain!" So i did.

Here...have another one -

SONNET 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

First things first...

2004-08-29T04:53:59Z

What a strange thing. I'm not sure how often i'll be updating this. I mean, I do have a journal on my personal website that I SHOULD be updating. But alas, a certain someone has gotten me interested in this. So I shall post something everyone has to read.

SONNET 30
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.