Liam Bardou

My dear fellow journal writers, I must confess something terrible. Yes, my great experiment of 2009 failed horribly. I'm not as fluent in sign language as I thought. Sad, I know, but true. I recorded myself over the last month and a half on random nights, but not once did I sign in my sleep. I did find out some very interesting facts about myself that I didn't know before, so I thought I'd share with all of you internet people.

Apparently I am:

1) Afraid of blue cheese, which really explains quite a bit.
2) Preparing for my debut as an international pop sensation by the name of "Gerard Philip Curr".
3) Obsessed with a woman named Miranda (I don't even know a Miranda).
4) An elephant.

Well, it's after midnight, so I guess that makes me officially 26. Here's to another year, Self.

I was on mental floss today doing the random fact generator and one of the facts was "Just as some people talk in their sleep, sign language speakers have been known to sign in their sleep." which I think is just about the top 5 coolest things I've read. In order to validate this claim, I'd like to set up an experiment and I could use some help from you out there. Most of you are probably unaware that I'm fluent in Sign Language and you know what they say about being fluent in a different language...you aren't really there unless you speak it in your dreams. Since no one can say sign language, I want to set up a few cameras up in my room to record myself during the night to see if I sign in my sleep.

What I need help with is the acquisition of cameras. I promise not to record lewd things on it and you'll get the camera back after a few days, at the longest a week. I'm a grown up person and I haven't broken anything in years. I promise to be gentle with your camera.

Any takers?

The light sunlight moonlight shining on your skin face hair,
Tells Reminds me of a place time I forgot when you and I made love were one,
On the beach of Normandy Jamaica

Fuck it, I never was one for romance.



There once was a fellow McSweeny
Who spilled some gin on his weenie
Just to be couth
He added vermouth
Then slipped his girlfriend a martini


With lyrics like those, I'm going to be published any day now. What do y'all think? Don't worry, my humble peasants, I shall remember you all when I make it big. Even you...person over there. No, not you. The guy behind you to your left. Yeah, you. I'll remember you, too.

I'm writing you to
Catch you up on places I've been
You held this letter
Probably got excited, but there's nothing else inside it

Didn't have a camera by my side this time
Hoping I would see the world with both my eyes
Maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm
( In the mood to lose my way with words )