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Pip

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About Me

Time for a new description. I wrote the last one in St. Louis in the winter and now it is springtime in Des Moines, so I feel a new jumble of words is due. Basically I'm complicated. I would say that this is a fairly accurate description of most people, but especially suited to myself. My complications flow beneath the surface, so figuring that you have me figured is a common and easily made mistake. Don't worry too much about it, I don't even have me figured yet. I'm not going to bother with writing anything else, since that pretty much sums me up, so good luck friends!

My Interests

Conversations, hot cups of coffee, wandering through the forest, Literature, Music, driving, rain.

I'd like to meet:

A kangaroo, or maybe a wombat...wombats are pretty cool...I'm not a wombat, you do the math.

Music:

mewithoutYou, Blindside, Waterdeep, old Zao, Ethan Durelle, Joey the Jerk, L.A. Symphony, Pigeon John, The Beautiful Mistake, Denison Witmer, old Further Seems Forever, Copeland, Unwed Sailor, The White Stripes, The Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel, old P.O.D., Weezer, Starflyer 59, Relient K, Maylene and the Sons of Disaster.

Movies:

The Princess Bride, Willow, Star Wars, Kill Bill, Joe Versus the Volcano, Oceans Eleven, Oceans Twelve, Snatch, Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels, The Italian Job(both the new and the old), Gone in Sixty Seconds(again both new and old).

Television:

Not much, That 70's Show, The Powerpuff Girls, Invader Zim, Scrubs.

Books:

Lets call this authors, rather than books. Alan Dean Foster, C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, Harry Harrison, Ray Bradbury, W.B. Yeats, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, Haruki Murakami, I am sure I will think of more later on.

My Blog

Once upon a time...

Once upon a time there was a man, not a particularly youngish man, nor a particularly oldish man, he was a Bennish man, and that means silly.  This silly fellow made a series of decisions which e...
Posted by Pip on Wed, 28 May 2008 05:57:00 PST

Check out my girlyfriend

numm numm!
Posted by Pip on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 02:44:00 PST

once upon a time

Once upon a time,I wrote letters to girls,who never seemed,to find the time,to write me back.Once upon a time,I sat by moonlit lakes,as dark waters spoke to me,of peace and stillness.I had the ha...
Posted by Pip on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 06:08:00 PST

First you draw an S, then a more different type S

Yup, that's right, I made it to level 63 on the homestarrunner.com Trogdor game.  Yessssssssssss, I officially have way too little to do in my free time here in Houston...but I still rock!  ...
Posted by Pip on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 06:50:00 PST

grrrrrrrrr.....

I am now in a new apartment with internet, yay!  But, some morally deficient degenerate broke into the old apartment while I was gone for thanksgiving and stole my lappy (and my guitar, amongst o...
Posted by Pip on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 08:32:00 PST

Hurried

I'm in Houston, in a Panera bread, and short on time (Joshie is ready to go), so I just thought I'd let everybody know I'm still alive.  I haven't been shot or stabbed, though somebody did try to...
Posted by Pip on Sat, 17 Nov 2007 03:25:00 PST

Departure

So I am leaving to go to Houston, TX this Friday. Sudden, I know, but that's how I roll, what's up!?! Yeah that's what I thought. *grins* In other news I am out of news, so there. Err... I am twen...
Posted by Pip on Thu, 01 Nov 2007 09:50:00 PST

murg...

I am worn out, sleepy, apprehensive, happy... something, whatever.  I am currently loving the new Bradley Hathaway album 'the thing that writers write about, the thing that singers sing about'.&n...
Posted by Pip on Mon, 22 Oct 2007 03:19:00 PST

I am confusing, even to myself

Sometimes I seem to myself to take some kind of demented joy in weariness, in pain.   Struggling so much makes me feel tired and worthwhile all at the same time, and while I'd...
Posted by Pip on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 07:59:00 PST

Fell in love with the game

And we both stand tall on the table / You take me by the hand and I grab you by the throat / And we come crashing down through the window / On the dirt ground below / And we wrestle in the mud and the...
Posted by Pip on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 08:47:00 PST