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| - | + | '''P.P.S.: I have taken the advice of several and decided to create an archive of all of my messages before November 7th. You can find the rest of the chit-chat [[User_talk:Homsarroks/Archive1|here]].''' | |
| - | + | == General Feedback == | |
| - | Thanks. | + | What did you guys think of my page? If you liked anything in particular or would like to see anything changed, please let me know by writing your comments directly below this text. Also, if you visited my page and liked it, put your name at the bottom of my page under "Visitors." I'll get back to you! Thanks. |
| + | <span style="color: #ff4500;">''Homsarroks''</span>[[Image:kookysig.gif]] | ||
| - | + | == Wanna know something utterly, totally, and completely AWESOME? == | |
| - | + | I'm writing a novel. Yes, you read that correctly. As of October 13th, I have been working on a novel, called ''Black October''. It's about a plague that brings a zombie horde down on Earth. A well explored area if there ever was one, but I'm hoping to put a new slant on things with my book. It's coming out really good so far. For those of you with a few minutes, a small sample of it can be seen below. Enjoy. | |
| - | + | When I stepped out of J. Newman’s Pharmacy and Mini-Mart, the only thing on my mind was the problem of getting a cab so I could go home. As a life-long resident of Boston, I should have known better than to venture downtown without a transportation plan firmly in mind, but the parts of my Subaru that weren’t currently strewn over half of Maple Street via a violent but thankfully bloodless collision with a yellow Suzuki were busy getting looked at by the folks down at Frankie’s Garage, so a cab was what it had to be.<br/> | |
| + | The air was pretty nippy for October, maybe forty degrees, and I had left my jacket draped over the back of the couch in my apartment, but the explosive colors in the trees that lined the street made the runny nose and numb ears well worth it. It isn’t as good a show as the folks out in the boonies get every fall, but the yellows and reds that I could see weren’t to be sneezed at, just the same.<br/> | ||
| + | After what felt like ten minutes (though it was probably more like three) of wav-ing my arm at passing cabs like an idiot that’s just spotted a celebrity, a cabbie finally decided I was worthy of his service. | ||
| + | I climbed in the back seat, glancing at the pine-tree shaped air freshener attached to the rearview mirror and grimacing at the aromas of sweat and stale tobacco that it was failing to mask.<br/> | ||
| + | “Where to, mister?” asked the cabbie in a mild Indian accent.<br/> | ||
| + | “397 Talbert Ave,” I replied, managing to install myself in the cramped area of the cab’s back seat.<br/> | ||
| + | “Very good, sir,” he said, and flipped the meter beneath the dashboard.<br/> | ||
| + | The ride through Boston was a pleasant one, with a rather splendid ride past the common, where all the trees were doing their best impression of an open fire. The cabbie had an alright taste in music, even if his driving was a little off (he came within about three inches of putting some old lady’s pug in terminal dreamland), and I was able to unwind to the smooth melodies of Miles Davis and John Coltrane as we passed through the city on our way to my apartment.<br/> | ||
| + | After about ten minutes of driving, we came to a stop in front of my building. I paid the cabbie his fare with a five dollar tip (anyone who likes Miles deserves a fiver in my book) and made my way up the granite steps and into the building that I called home.<br/> | ||
| - | + | Tell me what you guys think!--{{User:Homsarroks/sig}} 10:44, 7 November 2006 (UTC) | |
| - | + | :I read it, it was enjoyable so far. | |
| - | : | + | ::PS: On your list of favorite movies it has Back to the Future as a Comedy, but I think it's an Action or something. {{User:Salty/sig}} 03:00, 10 November 2006 (UTC)<br/> |
| - | + | :::Thanks for your comment. Also, Back to the Future is a comedy. That's the section that it's listed under in most video stores, anyway.--{{User:Homsarroks/sig}} 01:18, 11 November 2006 (UTC) | |
| + | ::::Not bad — you've got some really descriptive sentences there. I like the one about the air freshener failing to mask the scent of the cab :) Also, I hope the cabbie turns out to be part of the zombie horde! {{User:Trey56/sig}} | ||
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| + | == Whoah... == | ||
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| + | I just Googled my username and got 576 results. And they're all me. Whoah.--{{User:Homsarroks/sig}} 23:57, 14 December 2006 (UTC) | ||
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| + | == Haldo == | ||
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| + | hey, you sound like a pretty awesome guy. Drop me a line when you come back, 'kay? By the way, Can I call you "Homsar On The Rocks"? [[user:haldo]] 00:24, 16 October 2007 (UTC) | ||
Current revision as of 00:57, 13 April 2010
Let it be known that Homsar is awesome. That is all. Class dismissed.
P.S.:Strong Bad is awesome too.
P.P.S.: I have taken the advice of several and decided to create an archive of all of my messages before November 7th. You can find the rest of the chit-chat here.
Contents |
General Feedback
What did you guys think of my page? If you liked anything in particular or would like to see anything changed, please let me know by writing your comments directly below this text. Also, if you visited my page and liked it, put your name at the bottom of my page under "Visitors." I'll get back to you! Thanks.
Homsarroks
Wanna know something utterly, totally, and completely AWESOME?
I'm writing a novel. Yes, you read that correctly. As of October 13th, I have been working on a novel, called Black October. It's about a plague that brings a zombie horde down on Earth. A well explored area if there ever was one, but I'm hoping to put a new slant on things with my book. It's coming out really good so far. For those of you with a few minutes, a small sample of it can be seen below. Enjoy.
When I stepped out of J. Newman’s Pharmacy and Mini-Mart, the only thing on my mind was the problem of getting a cab so I could go home. As a life-long resident of Boston, I should have known better than to venture downtown without a transportation plan firmly in mind, but the parts of my Subaru that weren’t currently strewn over half of Maple Street via a violent but thankfully bloodless collision with a yellow Suzuki were busy getting looked at by the folks down at Frankie’s Garage, so a cab was what it had to be.
The air was pretty nippy for October, maybe forty degrees, and I had left my jacket draped over the back of the couch in my apartment, but the explosive colors in the trees that lined the street made the runny nose and numb ears well worth it. It isn’t as good a show as the folks out in the boonies get every fall, but the yellows and reds that I could see weren’t to be sneezed at, just the same.
After what felt like ten minutes (though it was probably more like three) of wav-ing my arm at passing cabs like an idiot that’s just spotted a celebrity, a cabbie finally decided I was worthy of his service.
I climbed in the back seat, glancing at the pine-tree shaped air freshener attached to the rearview mirror and grimacing at the aromas of sweat and stale tobacco that it was failing to mask.
“Where to, mister?” asked the cabbie in a mild Indian accent.
“397 Talbert Ave,” I replied, managing to install myself in the cramped area of the cab’s back seat.
“Very good, sir,” he said, and flipped the meter beneath the dashboard.
The ride through Boston was a pleasant one, with a rather splendid ride past the common, where all the trees were doing their best impression of an open fire. The cabbie had an alright taste in music, even if his driving was a little off (he came within about three inches of putting some old lady’s pug in terminal dreamland), and I was able to unwind to the smooth melodies of Miles Davis and John Coltrane as we passed through the city on our way to my apartment.
After about ten minutes of driving, we came to a stop in front of my building. I paid the cabbie his fare with a five dollar tip (anyone who likes Miles deserves a fiver in my book) and made my way up the granite steps and into the building that I called home.
Tell me what you guys think!--
ΨHomsarΨroksΨ
10:44, 7 November 2006 (UTC)
- I read it, it was enjoyable so far.
- PS: On your list of favorite movies it has Back to the Future as a Comedy, but I think it's an Action or something. SaltyTalk! 03:00, 10 November 2006 (UTC)
- Thanks for your comment. Also, Back to the Future is a comedy. That's the section that it's listed under in most video stores, anyway.--
ΨHomsarΨroksΨ
01:18, 11 November 2006 (UTC)
- Not bad — you've got some really descriptive sentences there. I like the one about the air freshener failing to mask the scent of the cab :) Also, I hope the cabbie turns out to be part of the zombie horde!
Trey56
- Not bad — you've got some really descriptive sentences there. I like the one about the air freshener failing to mask the scent of the cab :) Also, I hope the cabbie turns out to be part of the zombie horde!
- Thanks for your comment. Also, Back to the Future is a comedy. That's the section that it's listed under in most video stores, anyway.--
- PS: On your list of favorite movies it has Back to the Future as a Comedy, but I think it's an Action or something. SaltyTalk! 03:00, 10 November 2006 (UTC)
Whoah...
I just Googled my username and got 576 results. And they're all me. Whoah.--ΨHomsarΨroksΨ 23:57, 14 December 2006 (UTC)
Haldo
hey, you sound like a pretty awesome guy. Drop me a line when you come back, 'kay? By the way, Can I call you "Homsar On The Rocks"? user:haldo 00:24, 16 October 2007 (UTC)
