Reginald Artichoke

Devonshire Weston Upper Mooring Hause had seen its fair share of characters since its opening in 1673 but none was more of a character than Reginald Artichoke.
Walking on one leg ,pegging on the other, and sporting a beard of the bushiest type, Reginal looked, as Mrs.Hopperswerth always said, like a pirate. She wasn't far off either. In his hayday Reginald was everything, anything that needed doing (as long as it involved immediate cash) Reginald could do it, tasks like these were usually illegal but Reginald saw no wrong-doing, only 'survival'.



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Herman Blume: What's the secret, Max?

Max Fischer: The secret?
Herman Blume: Yeah, you seem to have it pretty figured out.
Max Fischer: The secret, I don't know... I guess you've just gotta find something you love to do and then... do it for the rest of your life. For me, it's going to Rushmore.


I know a man.
He's happy.
Everything he does fails miserably.
He's happy.
He looks like a badly sculpted gargoyle that's been sand-blasted by ash.
He's happy.
His family have been torn to shred by generations of lies and deceit.
He's happy.
Women are afraid of him.
He's happy.
He's got a diseased foot.
He's happy.
He's friends with me.
He's happy.

In short, he's a guy with nothing going for him. But still he retains happiness somewhere in that bulk-ridden figure, no matter what you say or do to him you cannot penetrate this aura of happiness he has built up around himself.

For this I love him.
I hope he never changes.

I like

I like...warmth,fresh air,chocolate chip muffins which been warmed and soaked in milk,tea,music,books,The Dark Tower,The internet,admitting to my mistakes,admitting to others mistakes,making believe,making others believe,making noise,being quiet,holding doors open for people,buying things,collecting things,stashing things,finding things once thought lost,being lost,watching lost,being found,finding others,hot cross buns with butter,crumpets with butter,presedente butter,eating frozen milk,writing,closing my eyes,opening my eyes to find a surprise,believing in majic,making others believe in majic,being confused,being enlightened,being outside,being warm,being cold,being miserable,being fun,giving insults,recieving insults,seaking like i'm in a guy richie film,hug,msn,gravity,comfort,severe discomfort,cabaret,bones found in strange places,being a detective,running faster than i thought i could,doing better than i thought i could,sitting in the middle,listening to elders speak,speaking to elders who want to hear what you have to say,not being an alcoholic/drug addisct/pessimist,minor optimism,major delight at the smallest of things,angry music,sad music,happy music,happy music,crude sexual humor,witty word play,men,women,superstition,tales,sailors,championship manager taught typing skillz,spelling skills with a 'z',z (look at it, what a letter),heavy unnessicary swearing in the company of those who appriceate it,not swaering at all in the presence of those who don't,hearing people you would expect to swear do it,speaking english,stupid people,opera,firefox,cd's,home,away,everywhere,pool tennis,eating squid,attempting to be awesome and failing.

You.

Intra

People bitch about things on blogs. I plan to be a revolutionary and say I'll do something different while actually being the same.

The idea to join the 'blogisphere' came upon me like a shower of idea-rainwhile I was not listening in school today.

So here I am.

Some of this will be fiction because I'm not very exciting at all but I'll try my best to inform and entertain you and myself.

There is no subject for this blog, not even the subjectlessness of it is its subject.

So sit and read while I subject you to googled spelling correcetions, occassionaly bad grammar and tales of the most fantastical and made up type.

Enjoy or leave.