i kicked the cobblestones today...

...22,000 dead in a land far away
It seemed as though the world was going astray
So what do I do?
Walk around without a shoe*

And here's what happened:

I walked around barefoot**
I did walk barefoot
I’m sorry but it’s true

I walked around barefoot
Oh yes, I walked around barefoot
I didn’t put on any shoes

I walked around barefoot
On the street, on the floor,
On a carpet near the door
It was gross, it was neat
I was doing it with bare feet

I walked the streets without shoes
Oh yes, that's big news
While yous are drinking tonic and gin
I did this thing that was made of win?

I said I was walking with feet unshod
On the bus, on the metro, on the way over to uni
People stood, people stared
People thought I was a bit loony

Naked feet, naked soles
Traipsing up and down the ‘ments
Keep eyes down, keep them there
Otherwise beware

But, yes!
I walked around barefoot all day
No shoes, no sandals, that was my way
It was fun, it was odd
To see my feet, see them unshod

On the road, on the stairs,
Everywhere (if you care)
It was warm, there was no harm
On the grass, in the lift
While reading Jon Swift
In the cafe, on my trip
I had no flops, nor a flip

* Apologies to the Beatles
** Apologies to Sarah Silverman/Matt Damon


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Willkommen

So, why am I here? I don't know if you mean here in the literal sense (on my bed, late night/early morning) or here in the metaphysical sense (of which I know or care little) or here in the "why this blog now?" sense?

Well, I'll answer the last one: Fanny and I decided, in a time and place that is sure to go down in history as being the site that created much wit and wonder, that, in addition to writing sentences without end (me) and rather amusing sentences (her), we were both fairly bored at odd points in time and so we should do what most of the world (or those with regular access to the Interwebs) do: blog. Also, it might be best to blog for the same blog since, that way, there would be more chance of one of us regularly writing. Fanny has touching faith in my ability to help us stretch our "brain capacity". I would say (and I'm sure you will agree--just keep reading regularly) that we are more likely to (most likely) annoy and frustrate you, (maybe) amuse you and (perhaps) tell you deep, dark secrets about ourselves which I'm sure you all want to know. We shall also, on a regular basis, provide you with much-needed information without which you will be unable to function.

So, the point is to read this and read regularly as well shall be writing about that essential part of human lives: nothing. I've never read/seen the Neverending story so my nothing is more like the sort about which much ado is made of. We shall endeavour to write entire monologues on nothingness (but not on being) or on any and all things that strike our fancy (not fanny, thank you. Such things should remain (mostly) private).

Also, as I do not recall my dreams, does that mean I have no soul or just that I have the attention span of a gnat? And, has anyone actually tested gnats to see whether these insects really do have minimal attention spans or are gnats actually co-existing in a parallel universe where they have the (alleged) attention span and memory-retention capacity of an elephant? Are we to be gnattist here?

On that note, farewell from me (for now). Happy 2008, dear reader.