n. Neon Trojan; home of the spunkless*.
(*actual spunk level of inhabitants varying; actual existance
of inhabitants arguable)
Greetings, Trojans.
Or so I will call you...
Tee-hee, ho-ho ...ho. It may or may not be as exciting for you lot as it is for me when I finally
update. Regardless, today I have 'finally updated'. I won't pretend this actually took very long, it was boring
though. Tripod is a little drab; it doesn't provide the most fun that one might get out of a web-server... then
again; it's free.
Found this on BBC, (so, sadly, I can't claim any responsibility for it) thought it was funny
and, what do you know?
Now for some words... garter, calamity, muffin, kafuffle.
That of the week is...
f'sooth
Literally 'in truth'. (used
as 'seriously?') Not too original; derived
from... Shakespeare (the whole sooth-sayer sh'bang). At a loss? Check out the dictionary.

That's a pirate. I think that it adds a lot to the page. You might not.
Honestly now, (and to be honest, I'm not often completely honest)
I doubt the photo page will get off the ground until I have internet access on my computer. That means it won't be happening
until the end of the year when I go to the States, but that'll be in time for all the 'end of year twelve' bitties!
On which, whoever thought of 'year 12' was a fool. Year 12
seems to involve copious amounts of work. This is relatively uncool, especially when
it is relative to not having copious amounts of work. On a brighter note, relative to being eaten by sharks said
work is a fun thing. Still, it makes for a lot of...work. (Work being the flip-side to having a life.)
Then again, no work makes for no life later on when I might require trivial things like, say...money and shit. (Shit
as in other stuff, not ACTUAL shit.)
As you all know, (or ought to) I debate. One might go so far as to call me
'a debator' ...that would be a little extreme (especially when one considers that I am unsure how to spell 'debator'.)
The point is that, (and I've said it before) this makes me a nerd. As such, (ever so naturally) when I found that I
was getting glasses, (and just for reading; they aren't high-tech or anything) I was over the moon. Now I have glasses:
they are tré cool ... like greenday and stuff... that was a very bad joke, I should move on ...and I will.
You will all be pleased to know that I have not, (as of yet) broken
my ukulele. It's been... approximately six months now ...we're really close. I've been teaching myself an odd
version of the Clash's 'Lovers Rock' ...much to the disappointment of people who like the song. Oh well, one day I'll
actually learn to play... While in the 'music bit', We've added another song to the list; it's called 'Michael', and
has actual harp bits (am so cool!)
Anyways, I'll cease;
spunk-on space monkies
cheers, Jemo
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I'd like to take this rather
unattractive green... bit here to apologise for just about everything on the website. Sorry if the content offends you.
Sorry if the content seems to knock things that you agree with, or advocate things you don't. Sorry if the content knocks you
personally. Regardless of whether I fail, (life in general, that is) at least I'll have a laugh; I invite
you to join me.
If you have an urge to contact Jemi for whatever reason, here's where to click. Please, PLEASE, PLEASE, (you please me like I please
you...) no death-threats or marriage proposals there. That giff is old ...and I can't afford to pay the psychologist
any longer.
If you want to freak people out, sign the guestbook.
If you want to be freaked out, read the guestbook.
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