tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34594681886877224972011-07-28T21:46:37.437-07:00This is the place where the guy known as "Enoden" posts his stuff. And stuff. Read it and wail. And moan. And gnash your teeth.Enodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07254286353981699271noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459468188687722497.post-60839583137081639172010-04-07T11:51:00.000-07:002010-04-07T11:52:34.695-07:00That about sums up everything.<br /><br />I'm back (maybe someone will read this) and writing poetry. Mdhg.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3459468188687722497-6083958313708163917?l=enodenrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07254286353981699271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459468188687722497.post-19256677388381667822009-12-09T14:46:00.000-08:002009-12-09T14:48:23.216-08:00Or, is it too blog to busy? <br />Anyways, my life is getting more and more busy, what with the ever present school, and an audition for a play tomorrow. Then, of course, the holidays, and then rehearsals for the play going from late January to March, and then the shows...<br /><br />I feel exhausted just looking at it all.<br />Yikes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3459468188687722497-1925667738838166782?l=enodenrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07254286353981699271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459468188687722497.post-58075933897988061102009-12-01T12:02:00.001-08:002009-12-01T12:02:44.185-08:00Not yet.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3459468188687722497-5807593389798806110?l=enodenrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07254286353981699271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459468188687722497.post-46466160082931693882009-11-23T20:30:00.000-08:002009-11-23T20:38:50.304-08:00So right now, I'm working on the Opening Post for a Fangorn thread, trying to formulate the summary for another idea, and work on prompts for a third thread.<br /><br />And I'm tired. I love the Plaza.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3459468188687722497-4646616008293169388?l=enodenrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07254286353981699271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459468188687722497.post-49813343890354705662009-11-23T14:17:00.000-08:002009-11-23T14:19:04.657-08:00So I was a rat on the Plaza (www.lotrplaza.com - the best Lotr site around. Tell your friends), and that was cool.<br /><br />Now I'm "Niv", which, according to my deductions, means oak. <br />Hmmm.<br /><br /><br />I think I liked the rat better. <br />But oh well.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3459468188687722497-4981334389035470566?l=enodenrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07254286353981699271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459468188687722497.post-25223850787128581272009-11-22T17:46:00.001-08:002009-11-22T17:48:02.146-08:00I'm tired. And it's only 5:47 PM. (Or, for those people who use a 24 hour day, 17:57).<br /><br />And I'm not hungry, because we had people over for lunch, and I'm still full.<br />And I'm not getting any more book or movie writing done, so: Blahh...<br /><br />Maybe I'll go take a nap with my music playing loud.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3459468188687722497-2522385078712858127?l=enodenrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07254286353981699271noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459468188687722497.post-46771852109993978312009-11-22T09:46:00.000-08:002009-11-22T10:15:06.146-08:00Yesterday, while hanging out with some younger folks (keep in mind that I'm just fifteen years of age), one asked how old I was. "Fifteen" I replied. The kid then said, "Dude, you're old!" <span style="font-weight: bold;">and actually meant it</span>.<br /><br />He was thirteen.<br /><br />America, despair.<br /><br />The rest of the world, tremble in fear before the oncoming march of laziness and stupidity. The war is on your borders. Fight!<br /><br />:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3459468188687722497-4677185210999397831?l=enodenrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07254286353981699271noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459468188687722497.post-70945350523299217222009-11-22T09:43:00.000-08:002009-11-22T09:44:57.734-08:00So, after countless migrations across many blogs that I never actually used, I've settled upon this as my home away from my home away from my home away from (etc..).<br /><br />In this blog I will regale my readers (if I get any of them!!) with stories, thoughts, poems, songs, and, possibly, philosophical musings.<br /><br />Cheers.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3459468188687722497-7094535052329921722?l=enodenrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07254286353981699271noreply@blogger.com0