MSN Spaces has packed its bags with all of our stories and all our conversations and has headed to a quiet beach where it can enjoy a drink while listening to the waves.
There was a time it had fostered a dwelling for a two hundred odd community of people who had so much to say of everything. A few of us liked to think of ourselves as happy small-town neighbours who leaned out of their windows everyday to exchange stories and happenings of the town at the top of our voices. There was, as usual, one person who knew everyone and was liked by everyone in the whole village and would drop by every house to exchange only news that were of an eccentric nature. She called herself Pixie.
The druid of the village was known as Zofo, the Hermit of Wandering Thoughts who would bring us stories from the mountains.
I have the most wonderful memories of things that were spoken of.
And one day, as all great stories have a movie made about them, we had two made about ours! (Cue curtsy, Pixie and AnotherPrickOnTheWall)
My blog chronicled the time I used to call myself The Mosquito Swatter, when I valiantly fought the cause of freeing humankind from mosquitoes. I still do this, but not as avidly, and the title has been bequeathed upon another(this was decided by a small community of individuals who couldn't sleep one night because of a gang of mosquitoes that were hovering around their ears).
One such mosquito which met its demise continually, due to it continually reincarnating as a mosquito, was Bob. This character was influenced by Agrajag in The Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy who was inadvertently killed by Arthur Dent in each of his reincarnated lives.
A loud holler and a happy waggle of the head to the townsfolk from Spaces.
There was a time it had fostered a dwelling for a two hundred odd community of people who had so much to say of everything. A few of us liked to think of ourselves as happy small-town neighbours who leaned out of their windows everyday to exchange stories and happenings of the town at the top of our voices. There was, as usual, one person who knew everyone and was liked by everyone in the whole village and would drop by every house to exchange only news that were of an eccentric nature. She called herself Pixie.
The druid of the village was known as Zofo, the Hermit of Wandering Thoughts who would bring us stories from the mountains.
I have the most wonderful memories of things that were spoken of.
And one day, as all great stories have a movie made about them, we had two made about ours! (Cue curtsy, Pixie and AnotherPrickOnTheWall)
My blog chronicled the time I used to call myself The Mosquito Swatter, when I valiantly fought the cause of freeing humankind from mosquitoes. I still do this, but not as avidly, and the title has been bequeathed upon another(this was decided by a small community of individuals who couldn't sleep one night because of a gang of mosquitoes that were hovering around their ears).
One such mosquito which met its demise continually, due to it continually reincarnating as a mosquito, was Bob. This character was influenced by Agrajag in The Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy who was inadvertently killed by Arthur Dent in each of his reincarnated lives.
A loud holler and a happy waggle of the head to the townsfolk from Spaces.
HOLLER! It was the best of times and the very best of times..I've been tempted many times since then to carry on with the random rambling but it just wasn't the same...
ReplyDeleteI know, this blog feels like I've pitched tent in a desert.
ReplyDeleteI tried to bring the pixie back to countless times but she insists on hiding behind sanity and that's just boogers..really sticky like situation you know..or perhaps you don't...
ReplyDeleteI miss spaces too..the world we created before the world they created to destroy the world we created - I blame status updates and twitter. Since when has brevity been regarded as good fun conversation?? Sheesh kebab!
Not sanity!
ReplyDeleteBut I know what you mean. Quite aghast at being sane.