Thoughtsam

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 20:20:00 +0000

He considered himself a fugitive from the law, but the authorities didn't know yet.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 07:09:00 +0000

It's just like putting a bonnet on a badger; he might look all prim and proper, but he's no less likely to whip off and bite you.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 05:57:00 +0000

Video is the lingua franca of today's world, and while nearly everyone can read this new language, few can write it.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 05:52:00 +0000

Unlike petroleum, pornography is a renewable resource.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Mon, 26 May 2008 20:19:00 +0000

"Action Item", the new corporate-espionage thriller from Arnold Schwarzenegger.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Fri, 16 May 2008 05:16:00 +0000

He made a device that would wait until the last human on earth was dead, then broadcast a special message on loudspeakers across the world.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Thu, 15 May 2008 04:13:00 +0000

The scratches on my hand keep reminding me, of what, I don't know.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Tue, 13 May 2008 04:00:00 +0000

I believe I am a figment of my own imagination.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 04:58:00 +0000

I program myself like a machine, and then hate myself for being so easy to manipulate.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 05:07:00 +0000

Yeah, this is why modesty doesn't scale.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 04:16:00 +0000

How do I write this so I'll believe it after I've lost tonight's memories?

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 06:01:00 +0000

Innocence - what a rush!

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Sat, 08 Mar 2008 20:28:00 +0000

Finally, after gliding through subterranean passageways for what seemed like hours, we moored our boat at a small dock set into the rock face. As we climbed the stairs, we could see the glow of a thousand little lights ahead.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 04:47:00 +0000

Mercy mild not cutting it anymore? Try new extra astringent mercy for those tough karmic stains!

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 06:14:00 +0000

"Speed 3: Baby on Board" - Annie is settled down now, with a husband and a house in the suburbs. Life is good, but their new baby won't nap unless they take it driving, and then it wakes up as soon as they drop below 55 miles an hour. Hang on for edge of the seat family fun!

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 06:24:00 +0000

You say you know how I should live? The animal kingdom displays such an amazing variety of lifestyles; shouldn't we humans aspire to do no less?

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Tue, 05 Feb 2008 07:12:00 +0000

The squirrels made me thirteen.

thanks: Caitlyn

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Sun, 27 Jan 2008 04:44:00 +0000

She'd found the perfect outfit, now she just needed her plastic surgeon to fit her into it.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 05:08:00 +0000

I hate you for what I am when I'm with you: honest.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 05:17:00 +0000

How does it make me love it so?

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Sun, 13 Jan 2008 01:11:00 +0000

The walls of the great chamber were carved with interlocking statues of plant and beast, climbing one on top of the next to the distant ceiling. Woven throughout was a seemingly infinite piping, decorated with golden scales. Only once we'd reached the center of the hall did this massive coil begin to shift, revealing the head of a giant serpent rising over the altar.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Thu, 10 Jan 2008 04:21:00 +0000

I came to savor those feelings of guilt, like time spent with an old friend.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 04:55:00 +0000

You are my favorite mutation.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Thu, 03 Jan 2008 07:54:00 +0000

He's still missing her; that's what it must be. I mean, it couldn't be the complete lack of purpose in his life, right?

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Wed, 02 Jan 2008 04:03:00 +0000

I listened to the sound of beach grass waving in the wind, and dug my toes deeper into the warm sand. The events of yesterday seemed a lifetime ago.