Monday, March 30, 2009
Much of my waking hours were taken up by Coffee House, a termly talent showcase at rez. I thoroughly enjoyed it, even when Anna Maria and Joe sang her (highly graphic) geek love song in duet. All the music talent floating around here makes me wish I could play that guitar sitting in my closet. Alas, I am a lazy prick with stubby fingers. Or so my excuses go.
In other news, I cleaned up some of the epic beard I’ve been growing. I left a sort of Van Dyke, which may be coming off in a day or two. I enjoy being able to grow enough facial hair to play around with. Shaving’s a bitch though.
That’s about it. What am I doing blogging at this time anyways?
Sunday, March 29, 2009
For a while now I have had something of a passing fascination with my own name. My full name is Travis Timothy Thomson. The most obvious peculiarity is that all my initials are the same, something my parent claim was a complete accident. This lead to the nicknames (I’ve had quite a few) Triple T and T3. While interesting and quirky, these names have little significance to me. More interesting I find is that if you take my first name and (assumedly last) initial you get Travis T. For those of you unaware of the significance, I bring you some wisdom via dictionary.com.
1. a literary or artistic burlesque of a serious work or subject, characterized by grotesque or ludicrous incongruity of style, treatment, or subject matter.
2. a literary or artistic composition so inferior in quality as to be merely a grotesque imitation of its model.
3. any grotesque or debased likeness or imitation: a travesty of justice.
–verb (used with object)
4. to make a travesty on; turn (a serious work or subject) to ridicule by burlesquing.
5. to imitate grotesquely or absurdly.
As you can see, I’ve turned myself into a rather delicious pun. It’s something almost worthy of a super villain, fitting in nicely with Bat-villains Harley Quinn and E. Nigma (The Riddler). It has become a point of pride in me, a piece a dark humour that I can claim as a part of me.
And now my blog’s name makes sense. Isn’t that nice?
Since I wasn’t awake for much of the day yesterday and today has barely started, I might as well give you the run down.
I spent too much for someone who is supposed to be a poor university student.
And then I made a blog. Clearly something went wrong somewhere.