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Name: Phil
Country: United States
State: Indiana
Birthday: 7/17/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: I like reading, writing, talking, eating, walking, flying, sleeping, doodling, laughing, listening, playing, watching, thinking, spoofing and being. I like gerunds.
Expertise: I resent this question, as it implies that as a human being and a Xanga user I am expected to have attained expertise in enough things to concievably make a list of them. I have been known to write on occasion. I have also been known to act. This does not mean, however, that my skill levels in either are worth mentioning. I have already mentioned both, but this proves nothing except that the connection between my brain and my hands is both flawed and faulty.
Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/3/2005
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| I was sitting on the edge of the world today, concentrating very hard on nothing at all, when suddenly it occured to me that I hadn't updated my Xanga in a very, very long, long time, time. This did not strike me as a very sad thing, thing, since Xanga has become something of a neglected haunt of late, at least so far as fashion is concerned; but I thought, sitting there on the edge of space, gazing off into the infinite void, that, seeing as I wasn't doing much of anything really at present, it might really be worth a bit of time to post something, even if that something really was only nothing. And so, setting off at a brisk trot from where I was, I eventually ended up where I am, wrote a brief description of how I came to be there, and then was struck with the vital necessity of planning what one wants to say before one says it. Let me rethink this. Hum, hum. It strikes me that when one has nothing at all to say in the way of thoughts, it is a bit of a gamble to resort instead to words, for words without thoughts are really just sounds for the sake of noise. Thoughts without words, on the other hand, are little more than featherless birds, chirping for a chance to prove themselves. And the combination of both words without thoughts and thoughts without words produces nothing whatsoever at all, which is precisely what this entire post has been. I thank you for your patience and return to my seat at the edge of the universe. Rest well, have a lovely week, and do your best to forget that you ever skimmed to the end of this ... :) | | |
| Alas, it is my sad, sad duty to appear before you today and declare with flaming cheeks that I am -abashedly, mind - a blazing hypocrite. Although I have been a proud member of Xanga Land for over 400 and 80 full days, comprised of twenty four hours each, and have ranted hard and long on the superiority of Xanga in comparision with other similar sites, have sneered at those who left it's hallowed halls, and have proclaimed myself the, and I quote, "Last Man Standing;" although all of this is truer than truth, it is further true that just over two weeks ago I caved in and signed up for Facebook. [*Time slot alloted for gasps, chokes, gags, coughs, screams, wails, dying breaths, curses, exclamations, and the drowning of sorrow in sweet, sweet coffee.*] What I have said is true. You may stone me later. I accept the full responsibility for my actions, and would like to sincerely apologize to all those teeming millions that I have left bleeding and alone. I am a strong man in comparison to many, but even I cannot live entirely by myself. One needs the companionship of friends now and then, if only to afford one the possibility of occasional conversation. That said, I would reccomend Facebook to anyone who wishes to sign up, and would offer them the hand of friendship, provided that I know them and can say with reasonable confidence that they are not a fire-breathing mass murderer in disguise. THAT said, I would further like to reassure my many millions of devoted fans that I do not in fact intend to demolish my Xanga. I do not intend to do so - no more than the Persian sultan intends to do away with his fourth war elephant upon the purchase of his fifth. I am now, speaking as a Persian sultan, the proud owner of FIVE smiling war elephants - meaning I now have both a xanga AND a facebook - and I intend to live out my days in peace and harmony with all. I wish you all a very pleasant evening. | | |
| It occurred to me recently that I am swiftly growing old. Now that I've had the pleasure of playing host to a kidney stone, my list of aged traits has begun to edge a little lengthy. After only eighteen years of life, I have bad eyesight, a bad back, and an intriguing tendency to produce kidney stones and solitary white hairs. Doubtless, this means wisdom and honor are forthcoming and will soon arrive. The other trend I've begun to take note of is a little more alarming. Having hosted a kindey stone deep within myself, I supposedly have experienced pain on the level of child birth. Also, today I experienced my very first ultrasound, which informed the doctors that my kidney stone has either left me quietly in the night, or was removed from my systems by the hand of a dutiful angel. This I took as a sign that the pregnancy parallels and references are on their way out. I am a man, albeit an old one. Remember that! Dismissed! | | |
| Xanga, Xanga, oh poor, forgotten child of the world wide web. Left in the dust for a Book of Faces. Deserted for a Space of My own. Weep not, poor orphan of the internet, for I here at last am I, your companion in exile: Sir Philip David Black {I} - the Last Man Standing. I stand atop the mountain of rubble and boldly raise my flag in brazen defiance. "THOUGH ALL MAY FORSAKE THE WAY, AND IMMIGRATE FROM EMPTY XANGA LAND, I STAY TO WAVE MY LONELY FLAG ATOP THIS LONELY HILL!" Spitting words into the see-through fabric of cyber space, hurling words into the void, I rise, and raise my flag ... this way, that way - thrust, parry, PLUNGE! Have a beautiful day, world ... life is what we make it. :)  | | |
| Note To The Big, Wide World:
Sir Philip David Black {I} is now in the United States. He is well, he is good, and he still plans to return to Russia within a few days. He wishes all who read these words a wonderful day. He is also tired but happy.
The End
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