an ode to james blocke.
blog peoples.
i have to say, james blocke is my rock. like a little lego of awesome, i adore him.
we now know that he a. listens to played and b. likes strategy games. moreover, he's a shacker who appears to have at least at some point thought i might have dignity or clout. WHICH IS AWESOME IF HE IS A SHACKER AND KNEW ME BEFORE THIS BLOG.
also, he's stuck around, and commented, but yet not given into the two traps i laid seeking his identity on the shack AND the played forums. to have the will to stay back from those? you are a man of steel.
he has passed my IP checks, so even if he is a hoax, james blocke, you are now a 3D pixel fixture in the rendering of my life. when i think i'm too emo, when i think i'm getting in too deep, and mixing the internet worlds of myself together, stirring the pot, when i think "god, what if everyone in all realms of my life heard this? what then?" and i think of you.
but you know what? it's cool. you're cool. and my sister thinks you are cool. (here's a sidenote, sarah, in the ode to james blocke, an ode to you. you are the bestest ever. seriously. and i wouldn't be so downtrodden about how i think you think of me if i didn't always want to be the little overpriced diamond in your belly button which you haven't gotten since you are a lameass. which, in short, means that even if i think you judge me, really i think you are spectacular and you walk on water like jesus. who, according to a talkshow, has risen again and is trying to prove to the world he exists. which would be really fucking hard to do if you were jesus, you know? i mean, goddamn. anyway. i'm digressing, i love you.)
and james blocke? i love you too.
you little lego man, you.
i have to say, james blocke is my rock. like a little lego of awesome, i adore him.
we now know that he a. listens to played and b. likes strategy games. moreover, he's a shacker who appears to have at least at some point thought i might have dignity or clout. WHICH IS AWESOME IF HE IS A SHACKER AND KNEW ME BEFORE THIS BLOG.
also, he's stuck around, and commented, but yet not given into the two traps i laid seeking his identity on the shack AND the played forums. to have the will to stay back from those? you are a man of steel.
he has passed my IP checks, so even if he is a hoax, james blocke, you are now a 3D pixel fixture in the rendering of my life. when i think i'm too emo, when i think i'm getting in too deep, and mixing the internet worlds of myself together, stirring the pot, when i think "god, what if everyone in all realms of my life heard this? what then?" and i think of you.
but you know what? it's cool. you're cool. and my sister thinks you are cool. (here's a sidenote, sarah, in the ode to james blocke, an ode to you. you are the bestest ever. seriously. and i wouldn't be so downtrodden about how i think you think of me if i didn't always want to be the little overpriced diamond in your belly button which you haven't gotten since you are a lameass. which, in short, means that even if i think you judge me, really i think you are spectacular and you walk on water like jesus. who, according to a talkshow, has risen again and is trying to prove to the world he exists. which would be really fucking hard to do if you were jesus, you know? i mean, goddamn. anyway. i'm digressing, i love you.)
and james blocke? i love you too.
you little lego man, you.
6 Comments on "an ode to james blocke."
please reveal yourself at quakecon. preferrably at the strip club.
because that would be too funny to handle.
... And then I'll never be invited to QuakeCon ever again.
Anyway, here are some selected (and MYSTERIOUS; I AM LIKE A GHOST) facts about me:
1) I am not a hoax. OR AM I??? No, I'm not. 2) I won't actually be at this year's QuakeCon, but we may end up running into each other by coincidence some day. It's not that unlikely.
And let me just tell you this: Dahanese, of all the people who write personal blogs and poetry, you're one of the few who I don't immediately hate. If you knew me and my long and sordid history with poetry (poetry killed my parents... No, wait. I'm confusing reality with that book with the towels again), you'd get the significance of that statement.
second. goddamnit now i want to know who you are you bastard. if you are actually one of the shack friends i'm considering you are, i'm kidding you in the nads.