Ending Notes

     It's the anniversary of this blog. Three years ago I had some spare time, but that is in no way the whole story. Here's the compiled posts of August 13th, by Treat, aka Nemo. The unedited versions are still available, all I've done is made them easier to read chronologically, and linked parts of the same posts.





America sucks and adventures are not so great and rem albums are not worth collecting and i may contradict this in the past or future but this is my true opinion. I can never take this back. Furthermore treat is not greek and i think hes dreamy

Sop

This is bryan. I am being held hostage in a closet. Everything you have read on this since late 2008 has been the work of an imposter. He is keeping me here and the address is oh god here he comes send help

THIS IS REAL BRYAN I AM DOING BRYAN THINGS SUCH AS ENJOYING THE FILM DARK KNIGHT THE FILM NO CAUSE FOR CONCERN WHAT YOU HAVE READ ON THIS BLOG IS A FUNNY PRANK HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Disregard all previous posts i am the real bryan . A ten foot tall superman born in a cabin in tenesee, i am more myth than man. I am a mirror of what we all hope to see in ourselves

Pardon me while i wage existential warfare against my dissociated personalities

If elected as primary bryan i will exhibit such eccentricities as believing in space aliens and bigfoots

Congress of bryans is now in session

Congress of bryans resolves that fight club is a fucking rad movie

Congress of bryans resolves six more weeks of winter. It has been a poor day for politics

Congressman bryan introduces cats are fuzzy resolution. Motion is soundly defeated because in his own tortured mind nothing is truly fuzzy

Bryan can now think of nothing but cats

As his mind sinks further and further into delerium, his childlike preoccupation is the only solace from the darkening down of his mind

Congress now suspended, all that remains is the reptilian side of his brain. Society has created a monster

Fixated on cats, monster Bryan lurches out in to the world. All he ever wanted was to be understood, but now hugs from adorable kitties are unattainable. Cats flee his horrible visage. Sad and alone, he finds his way to a local zoo

For one moment he feels the warm embrace of the lion. The cruel machinations of society tear him from love once more

And as he looks over this great land from the folklorish status his exploits have attained, he feels a great emptiness. One to which nothing can relate

The shattered man realizes he has a new purpose now. The time has come to walk the earth

Every animal shall be liberated, every family vacation turned off the main roads, every soul-sucking job brought to a grinding halt. For this shell of a man saw what we could not. The truth we could not face, he bore down on with all the heroism this modern world could afford. If life was a void this would be the idea of a sunrise. Life would have meaning. Kitties would reciprocate hugs. This is the true story of this blog. Powers beyond our understanding want it to be silenced, but the world will know. For these are the lives, and these are the times...of a stupid ginger

New Projects, New Days

       I don't think I'm going to be posting on this blog a whole lot anymore. At least for the time being most of my effort will go into talking to actual people, and the Cartbike Chronicles. (It was initially the Cartbike Diaries, but I like Chronicles more. Alliteration!) I debated with myself for five minutes whether or not to put a period or an exclamation point after "alliteration", but I decided to keep the same tone as the rest of this blog.
       I'm leaving because of a couple reasons. this blog has served it's purpose, and I don't need it for the time being. Maybe someday I'll call on it. Maybe. I've got to concentrate more on Cartbike, and that Treat effectively finished it. Things are going really well, which is part of the reason I don't need it anymore, but I can't help but feel a pang of sadness that I'll be leaving the Life and Times of a [Stupid] Ginger.

If you want to see me, in the future visit http://cartbike.blogspot.com , in the present, there's 350-odd posts on this blog.

Love you.

(3/4) the idea of a sunrise. Life would have meaning. Kitties would reciprocate hugs. This is the true story of this blog. Powers beyond our understanding want

(4/4) it to be silenced, but the world will know. For these are the lives, and these are the times...of a stupid ginger

(2/4) man saw what we could not. The truth we could not face, he bore down on with all the heroism this modern world could afford. If life was a void this would

(1/4) Every animal shall be liberated, every family vacation turned off the main roads, every soul-sucking job brought to a grinding halt. For this shell of a

The shattered man realizes he has a new purpose now. The time has come to walk the earth

And as he looks over this great land from the folklorish status his exploits have attained, he feels a great emptiness. One to which nothing can relate

For one moment he feels the warm embrace of the lion. The cruel machinations of society tear him from love once more

(2/2) Cats flee his horrible visage. Sad and alone, he finds his way to a local zoo