Hmhmhmhm. Ooooh. Sigh.

The Smashing Pumpkins played their second to last concert yesterday. On Saturday they play their last concert. I'm depressed.

and all the spiders wonder what we've got us in

Well, nothing really important happened today. Mother dear went swimming and brought a friend from her work home. How nice. Especially since I was sitting at the computer and they sat down right next to me. But I didn't explode even though it felt like my insides were boiling and I think mother dear managed to hide the great disappointment she must feel when her friends see my waste of space. blabla. Blabla means I'm running away from this topic without thinking about it anymore. If they ever made a movie about my life (and it's not as impossible as you might think...blablabla) they should call it The Great Escape. Or Piles of Dog Droppings Served By Idiots. Something like that. Blablabla

I'm going to give you a look behind the scenes, a sort of The Making of Plume... I have this notepad file called "temp". And when I think of something I want to put in this diary I put a few words in the temp file just to remind me. Then when it's somewhere between 2am and 3.30 am I open the temp file and start writing the whole entry. Then I copy/paste it into the diaryland form. And that's how the magic is worked. But sometimes some of the little "reminders" I put in the temp file are so bad that I don't use them. So they hang around untill I really badly need something, anything, to fill this crap diary. And such a night is tonight. I'm going to give you the reminder but not the story... see if you can guess what I wanted to say... here's the reminder:

repossessed, leslie nielsen (dk?). ok, suckie movie, but still enjoy. bad humour, still fun. letter with your name on it

That line has been in my temp file for weeks. It was meant to have been a piece of writing to go in the diary, but I've given up on it. But this way it still serves a purpose and now it actually looks like this is a proper entry, it's a lot longer then the two lines I started out with. Now just to fill in some pumpkins related gibberish and the usual stuff I end with and then copy it all to diaryland and bang there you go. One Plume entry for yer listening pleasure. Then I read through it and edit it for the most glaring typos and idiotic things (but of course I have to keep some of the idiotic things (like this whole Behind The Scenes thing) because otherwise there'd be no diary).... AREN'T YOU GLAD YOU ASKED? Any other questions please ask, and I'll be sure to write something long and boring about it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I got Ultima 7 Part 2: Serpent Isle to work with music. I'm proud of that. It took a while. And it's a bitch moving a 25 mb game from one computer to another via old error filled floppies but at least it works. Boooring. You think I'm boring, fine then I won't tell you about the communist uprising next door. Your Loss.

as she counted the spiders as they crawled up inside her as she counted the spiders as they crawled up inside her as she counted the spiders as they crawled up inside as she counted the spiders as they crawled up inside as she counted the spiders... ohoh.

tra la la la la la la

g'night, don't forget to hum along to the theme music.

np: Pumpkins - Glass and the ghost children (as they crawled up inside her...)

...I need a word to say what I can't say...