After twelve years of being online every day, I'm tired of it. Actually I am tired of modern life altogether. Too much stimulation. So I have sublet out my apartment for the next five years, and I have rented a little cottage in the lake district just a couple hours north of here. And the only electrical things in the place will be a refrigerator and a couple of lamps. So I'm selling all my Macs and digital cameras. Mail me if you want to put in an offer.
The date is a significant reason for this development.
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Update, April the second:
OK, this was an April fool's joke.
And those of us in the US look at this and think, "Yeah, maybe a nice Mac, maybe a nice digital camera. Wonder who is getting DOMAI..."
ReplyDeleteI'm shocked. My big boss takes a think week once a year. Well he did until he retires next year. And to think he is a month younger than me and richer by about 90,000 times!
ReplyDeleteAnyhoo, I'll miss your posts. I'm unable to even imagine a life without computers, theater, symphony, and the big city. Different strokes eh.
Thanks for DOMAI.
LOL!
ReplyDeleteYeah, I'll give a dollar for your Domai site (one USD - $1). I mean, GEES, that's all it seems to be worth. As far as fashion sites go, Domai has to be the worst - I mean, GEES, where do those girls get their outfits?
Well Eolake, you are quite the prankster. It is 1:10am on the 1st of April and you've already got me twice. First with the whole negative pictures thing and now this crap about you quiting DOMAI. All I got to say is, don't go, please don't go. God I hope your joking.
ReplyDeleteHaha ... to the political groups with a negative attitude towards nudity, the new look of DOMAI can only be a positive thing.
ReplyDeleteBut this prank about a cottage near a lake, and wanting to cut down on the stimulation present in modern life is interesting. We probably all would enjoy it for awhile. But then it would become very difficult.
I find it interesting to ponder what parts of the modern life actually contribute to the quality of one's life experience, and what parts don't. I have no clear answers.
I've been only reading this blog for a couple weeks, and your post gave me a tinge of "Oh, go ahead a leave us! Huh!". How strange the human psyche, why should I care?
ReplyDeleteThen I thought that, judging the nature of many of your posts, you would have a serious withdrawal if you did that.
And then a helpful "Anonymous" hints April's Fool... mmm...
Anyways, saludos from your latest ex-lurker.
Shocked! I'm shocked!
ReplyDeleteDr. S., It seems domain squatter already took over our dirty old man site. It appears to have gone 'blue' already.
Shocking, I tell you. johnaexnju
Yeah, sure! First of April, eh?
ReplyDeleteThe following was recorded at double speed so it sounds like chipmunks are singing it, with the exception of the parts in parentheses:
ReplyDeleteIs this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
(Cue a falling star in the shape of a rubber chicken which crashes into the nearby landscape and sets it on fire)
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
(Cue picture of tiny violin coated in dust)
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
(It's actually a water gun)
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
(What? Come on, man! It's just a water gun!)
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
(For God's sake stop being so melodramatic. He's fine! Look, he posed in this picture I took yesterday.)
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
(Okay... You know what? You wanna be like that, fine. Go.)
Mama, ooo - anyway the wind blows
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
(What are you still doing here? I thought you were leaving.)
*Insert zany Benny Hill-esque sound effects here*
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango?
(Anyone care to explain what that means?)
Thunderbolts and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
(Uh, still a little lost here guys. Guys?)
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
(WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE?)
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
(Wait, he? You're refering to yourself in the third person now? Or is this someone else?)
Spare him his life from his monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
(Okay, forget it. I don't care what's going on anymore.)
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go never
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me
for me
*Insert accordion solo here*
So do you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
(Oh heavens no. I'd never do that. I'm still not sure who you are.)
So do you think you can love me and leave me to die?
(Dude, I never loved you.)
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
(...Baby? You're startin' to creep me out.)
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here
(Please say you're actually gonna do it this time. Please.)
*Cue sound bytes of cats growling and screaming at each other*
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really mattered - nothing really mattered to me
(Matters, mattered? *sigh*)
Any way the wind blows...
(Cue video of a wacky waving inflatable flailing arm tube man (A happy clown one) being blown around in the middle of a desert as the music fades.)
YOU WILL BE SORELY MISSED EOLAKE PLZ SND MOR N00DZ LOL
Thanks to Magnetic Mary, nice to meet you.
ReplyDeleteTTL, I agree fully. Often one feels over-stimulated and hectic. But last time I spent more than a week in a little quiet town (and before the Net), I was going out of my mind, and I actually got physical reactions of relief when I got back to the city and started to see many people around.
It must vary according to personality and place and role in life.
I love Bohemian Rhapsody.
ReplyDeleteIn the great and funny book Good Omens, we learn that any casette tape left in a car glove compartment gets turned in the Best of Queen.
Somebody puts such a tape in an answering machine and captures a demon traveling over the telephone wires. So now he is electronic and sound like Freddy Mercury.
It is considered leaving him as Freddy permanently. But no, there are limits to what you can do even to a demon.
Eolake, did you just perpetuate the rumor of your own cyber-death?
ReplyDeleteClever fellow. Now you see how many would be at your funeral :) Anyway, technology spirits would be knocking down your door at the Lake Isle of Innisfree, where peace comes dropping slow. I do not see you sitting cross legged chanting "Om" to the hum of a fridge.
April Fools, I spank you in public.
laurie
I confess you had me going for about 3 seconds. It's dangerous to surf the net today without remembering the date.
ReplyDeleteDid I actually fool people with my previous comment? anonymous seems to have got my prank/hint, but looks like magnetic mary might have fell for it (or got disgusted early with my comment and didn't finish reading it)...
ReplyDeleteWell, if you weren't fooled enough today: Click Here
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But seriously...
for myself, I find when isolated in the back country, other than missing family and freinds, what I missed most was ice cream, pizza, and french fries. Really, no joke - but that's just me.
Don't forget to leave me the keys to the blog unter the doormat.
ReplyDeleteThere are things a self-centered attention hog cannot live without.
"Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango?
ReplyDelete(Anyone care to explain what that means?)"
Scaramouche is a flamboyant french novel hero from the days of the musketeers and their swift but peaceful blades. The story of an innocent wanted by authorities, disguised as a wandering music theater character named Scaramouche.
Hope this helps... but I seriously doubt it! Clearly, only a serious professional can hope to help this disturbed high-pitched fella.
"Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
(Uh, still a little lost here guys. Guys?)"
Figaro was the very talented hairdresser of famous astronomer Galileo Galilei, lover of pretty gals and other celestial bodies. But let's not split hairs here, hou hear? (Har, har!)
P.S.: The new season of Lost is due any time now.
Bismillah? Beelzebub?
I've learned something today : there IS such a thing as muslim Satanists! By the Prophet's pointy beard, whodda thunk?
"(Matters, mattered? *sigh*)"
As a matter of fact, Muttering Mother, it really matters what alma mater you pick for metric motor engineering, you know?
"Somebody puts such a tape in an answering machine and captures a demon traveling over the telephone wires. So now he is electronic and sound like Freddy Mercury."
FREDDY MERCURY WAS A DEMON??? <:-O
That scrawny sissy, a fearsome minion of Hell? Gee, they'll really hire anybody these days!
"But no, there are limits to what you can do even to a demon."
You've really got a heart of gold, dude. Even the Lord of Darkness would be touched. (With a 10-foot pole, preferably. Careful, that's hot!)
Signalroom said...
"Clever fellow. Now you see how many would be at your funeral :)"
Yeah, well, I'm sorry, but I have to pick my brother up at the airport on tuesday afternoon, so I'll have to take a raincheck on the e-burial.
But don't worry, I'll forward you a double of my avatar to attend. He's just like me, only silent. You'll barely feel the difference, my nude photographer dear departed friend.
"I do not see you sitting cross legged chanting "Om" to the hum of a fridge."
Well now *I* do, thanks to you, Laurie. That image will forever haunt my nights. I hate you.
Fortunately, following the example of my guru Vlad Tepesh, I only sleep during the day! >:-)
Tom,
Good point, but the XXIst century word is "freedom fries". Makes the clients feel like they're lighter on cholesterol that way. "Try our new and improved NAME."
I don't care if you are a fool Eolake. I want your G5 with the 30" Cinema Display please. !!!!!
ReplyDeleteYour eager and fellow fool, Dale Herbert.
I knew it had to be a joke. Running a nude photography website involving pretty, young girls just isn't something someone retires from.
ReplyDeleteNot without a really good reason. :)
ReplyDeleteApril Fools, I spank you in public.
ReplyDeletelaurie
Ok lady, now it's your turn! lol, slide off those jeans and take it like a real woman! WHACK! Oh my, I left you a rosy cheek ;)