Pashtly Daze

change of address

2013-04-14T02:39:00.002-05:00

Modern times change too quickly for me. My previous entry is now only half-right; I have moved, but I have since moved again. So much motion.

I am now pasht.

2007-01-04T01:00:00.001-06:00

moved

2006-09-03T20:09:00.000-05:00

I have taken to writing elsewhere in recent times. There are still "feeds" for those who wish to use them; I myself do not understand how data can be deemed filling.

2005-09-07T00:12:00.000-05:00

It is common to cast my kind as evil, just because we are forced to take from humanity in order to survive. That is beside the point.

I am not a mindless predator. I do not feed for simple pleasure, although it is true that I derive some joy from the process. I do not murder; that word means killing another of one's own kind. I merely wish to continue to survive. Do not we all, in some form or another? If I am better at it than you, then perhaps I deserve my victory and prolonged life, and you yours, cut short by your superior.

Perhaps.

2004-12-01T07:56:00.000-06:00

Actually, Vlad the Impaler was foe to my kind. Back then plenty of sadistic buggers would happily pierce your heart and watch you bleed. Vlad, though, he was the adversary.

Good times, leaving there. Good times.

2004-09-03T11:57:00.000-05:00

Bah, everything is so different here! I am not accustomed to regularly visiting places. I am barely used to computers. Yet I must carefully follow the progress of the Blogger website editing system?

Ree is trying to tell me that Blogger is not "precisely" a website editing system. If I do not quiet her she will spout meaningless letters and jargon for hours upon hours.

Ah, chingada.

2004-05-14T18:05:00.000-05:00

Blogger changed everything on me. I begin to assume technology exists to flummox me.

Why do they call their control panel the "Dashboard"? I am typing on a keyboard, not driving a Volvo. How odd.

2004-01-25T22:55:00.001-06:00

Posting to generate Atom feed. Ree understands this better than I do, and says she will give me buttons I can add for people to "subscribe" here. She says even though it's called subscribing, I do not get any money. I really hope she has a point to this.

My Spanish decays. I must rectify this, for it is as near as I may claim to a native tongue in this modern world.

2003-12-03T03:39:00.000-06:00

Hm. Something is not right, Ree tells me. I have little to say, but she thinks that if I post here, she might be able to figure it out and fix it, whatever "it" is.

I don't understand her. Posting and publishing, per her request.

2003-11-29T07:31:00.000-06:00

I have not forgotten this place. *blows cobwebs away* Almost I had, but not quite.

Perhaps, in the future...?

2003-03-01T12:12:00.000-06:00

My template is lost in my absence, which is quite a bother. Ah well.

Please do accept my abject sorrow over my lack of posts here. It has been almost a year since I last wrote here. I have been much more active with my sweet Ree, and have influenced many of her recent diary entries. I think I prefer this situation, for the most part. However, my Spanish has withered to nearly nothing. I need a place to practice. Therefore, expect this page to be in that tongue in the near future.

2002-04-11T06:06:00.000-05:00

*takes offense* Of course repulsive humans (such as the undoubted author of this drivel) were somehow mistakenly omitted from the final draft. I submit that the writer recognized his race's innate ignorance and inability to cope with existence as the single most disgusting beings on the earth.

As for humans identifying to closely with "mythical" races.... ah, no. That is not the problem. The problem arises when beings such as myself identify too strongly with humans. It is much like visiting a petting zoo and cooing over a baby ewe, then going out to eat veal. I cannot let myelf dwell on this for too long. I cease.

2002-04-11T05:02:00.000-05:00

When a picture is sincerely worth more than a thousand words... I find that Michaelangelo's rendition of his god is quite appealing in sunglasses. I need to convince Ree to buy a pair, but her pathetic human eyes are weak and require glasses anyway. She is too inept to wear contact lenses so she could look nicer and wear RayBans. It is amazing, the quality of those sunnies...

2002-04-10T02:34:00.000-05:00

*bloodshot glares to everything* Well, is this not delightful. Not only is Ree's little computer not working, neither is her full computer. I simply desire my news and weather, yet for that I spent an hour attempting to coerce Ree's machine to work. That preceded another hour in a public computer lab to obtain the weather report I wished to read.

Fortunately, the weather at least looks pleasant. Now Ree shall have no excuse for not dressing sexily. Her prior excuse has been "It's too cold!" Even she admits that the weather predicted for tomorrow is very comfortable -- when not wearing long jeans. I have been proposing all week or longer that she wear a nice skirt. She happens to be a terrible prude. Silly vapid fleshheap. Knowing this, I suggested one of her most conservative skirts. The child! She does not wish me to tell the details of her clothing. She never or rarely listens when I grudingly tell her that she really is very good-looking. Of course, I prefer olive-skinned petites. That does not change the pleasurable length of her gorgeously curved legs.

Oho, now she does not want me talking again. I do not think I could name a more self-conscious being. I had been planning to extoll more of her virtues, but her stupid pride refuses to acknowledge her physique as an asset. I see why her friends do not always like to spend much time with her. Certain moods of hers are nothing if not repulsive, a fact she has yet to discover -- not for any dearth of attempts to show her!

Ah me. The Internet connection here has been spontaneously going down. Peculiarly, this pleases Ree. She thinks she has fixed small computer now, and says that perhaps if the network has been incomunicado, the fault in her full computer might actually lie within the network. I do not exactly follow her meaning, but from her inane chatter, I surmise that as of this moment, both her computers may be entirely operational. This pleases me. This pleases me very much, to be truthful, and if results show that she is correct, she should be extremely proud of herself as well.

;) I have managed to mock-annoy her by pressing her to visit, ah, certain websites that she discovered and that I read with great interest the other day. It continues to astonish me that she was able to find such places connected from a "Christian" website. I shall never understand the followers of the carpenter and his fishermen. They put up such a pious front. I do not comprehend the reasoning behind this front. In my day (to sound wrinkled and aged ;), religion was a simple matter. Men chose the deity they honored above all others, or they chose to merely obey the most stringent edicts regarding the gods. We did not attempt to convert anyone, certainly not the peasantry -- ah, but Ree is wearying and in need of sleep. I shall walk her home. *blows a kiss*

2002-04-09T20:01:00.000-05:00

*shrieks* Why is every mechanical device attempting to procure my rage today! Foolish toys. First Ree's little toy will not obtain my newsfeeds for me. Then I read a spare comment of Ree's in which she refers to me as "silly". Idiot that she is. MY site looks much fancier than hers and it took far less effort on my part as well. It is my approach to all things in life, but she will not see it that way. Such a child.

Simply to annoy me further, I seem to have mistyped some anonymous thing on the computer keyboard. The result of that particular keystroke appears to be "anger the vampiress" by vanishing her half-completed essay of irritation! *hisses* Evils of technology. I am no "old fogey", of course -- I am ever young, as a fresh lotus blossom -- yet I find that most modern "conveniences" are not at all convenient. They are instead cumbersome, and quite good at using more time than they "save".

However, Ree, my pet, persistently prods me into acting as a denizen of the Internet, so I shall do my best to play the part. I imagine she will be pleased with the challenge of porting this template into DiaryLand format. She thinks it should be possible, at least.

Bah. I have more that I could expound, but I find tantilization a treat in itself. Therefore I shall put off further words.

2002-04-09T09:20:00.000-05:00

This layout is.... most intriguing. Yes. "Intriguing." I shall have to ask my dearest Ree if this would work on DiaryLand as well, with subtle modifications -- I do not believe DiaryLand allow files except HTML edited on their site, and images for paying hostees. However, it seems to me that there may be a workaround utilising DiaryLand's own template/archive system, somewhat different from that used by Blogger. I am aware that I already link back to Blogger by default. I am equally aware that my tentative little site is entirely a Blogger operation, and that it is not wise to bite that hands that feeds oneself.

Speaking becomes tiresome. Perhaps I will expound further some other time.

2002-04-08T05:24:00.000-05:00

Mmmmm.... so this is "blogging," is it? Detestable colloquialism, yet I believe the practice itself may serve to please me.

We shall see. *seductive, close-lipped smile*