About Circle_Something


Here I be. It's me. Squee. I'm known as Andrew, among other names. I'm here just to share thoughts and just have a bit of fun, really. I'm kinda at a loss, what should I say? I'll let my writing speak for itself. Some of it is me controlling the words, bending them to my will, some just completely whatever flies from my fingertips and sometimes it controls me, win lose or draw, it's mine, crappy or not. I have a tendency to make up words, by the way. I'm here to just share ponderings and such. Also to read, I have it on good authority that there are some pretty good authors here.

Note on my username, if you're curious: I was listening to a song called Crop Circles when creating my account here and my favourite line is "The crop circles are talking to me (circle something, circle something)" it stuck in my mind and I just had to use it. It raised a smile for me, anyway.

Slight note about my writing style: Here is where I'll likely write with the two extremes of my personality. The first being happy things: love, longing, want, crazy, silly ramblings (mostly that). The other is slightly more dark, but surfaces on occasion: fear, loss, desperation. Dark stuff. We all have it and sometimes it just has to have a vessel. Also, I write the way I talk. You'll see stuff that you won't in "classical English", but that's just my voice.

Andrew Mungbean
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Glasgow-ish, Lanarkshire, United Kingdom
Local Time:
19 Jun 2021 02:06
Playing with words, listening to music and trying (not that hard, though) to play along with it, eating food, drinking alcohol, drinking tea and really just generally being a cool Kitty. Let's not forget that I love playing with electronics as well. I always have some project on the go, electronics, prose or otherwise. I have a very silly side, some may say eccentric, get to know me, I'm sure we'll get along well, I'm friendly and only bite if you want me to
Favorite Books:
Books that make me feel: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, Most Stephen King things, Homicidal Psycho Jungle Cat by Bill Watterson (actually any Calvin and Hobbes comic). I'm such a big kid at heart. I really like The Bald Twit Lion by Spike Milligan as well. It's the fusion of adult humour and childish innocence that does it for me. I have the utmost respect for Spike Milligan.
Favorite Authors:
Spike Milligan, Vladimir Nabokov, Stephen King, Bill Watterson, H.P Lovecraft, Edgar Allan Poe, Joss Whedon (I'm a total Buffy fiend, so don't be surprised if I quote or reference it.)
Favorite Movies:
Saw, The Vengeance Trilogy, Snatch, Fried Green Tomatoes At The Whistlestop Cafe, Moulin Rouge!, Scooby Doo and The Witch's Ghost, Scooby Doo on Zombie Island, Disney's Aladdin Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With me, Blue Velvet... too many more to mention, really. You'll notice that I like really dark things and really not so dark things. I'm a man of extremes and those two extremes appeal to me.
Favorite Music:
Bands I listen to most often: Metallica, Slipknot, Slayer, Queen, Megadeth, Lacuna Coil, Alestorm... Again, the list could go on forever. Mostly heavy metal and hard rock, with a bit of catchy pop, some rap, classical, blues... I just love music, really, I'm as fervent about it as I am about reading and writing.


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Topic: This or That
Posted: 01 Mar 2021 19:34


Fish or guitar?

Topic: This or That
Posted: 11 Feb 2021 18:48

Tough question, that. I'd say racing motorcycle.

Analogue (film) or digital camera?

Topic: Poetry challenge: Use the last line first.
Posted: 28 Jan 2021 05:56

Evening, Gypsy. It's been a while, but here I am again evil4

Now up you must grow.
Don't be so darned slow.
Listen, ya bam,
you're gonna have to face it,
Sam, it's your turn to clear the snow!

Topic: This or That
Posted: 27 Jan 2021 19:02

Whipped cream.

Union or independence?

Topic: Poetry challenge: Use the last line first.
Posted: 27 Jan 2021 18:46

In a silent butler.
There's a violent Cutler.
He swashes buckles
and buckles swashes,
every day, his face he washes,
then he dons his big, huge galoshes,
haunts some ships and plots revenge.
Until one day, his undoing comes,
foiled again, by those meddling kids!

Topic: Poetry challenge: Use the last line first.
Posted: 21 Dec 2020 19:06

Before she puts on a dress that's not too hot,
she checks the weather again.
"It's been ridiculously hot, and it's such rot!"
By magic, one appears!
"Thanks, Fears."
She looks sad.
"If only."
His signature outfit, he dons.
"One day, Donnie, you'll be Dawn."
His secret spills out of his eyes,
and he goes about his day.
The world isn't ready for "him" to be "her".

Topic: Poetry challenge: Use the last line first.
Posted: 23 Jun 2019 17:00

Like nothing is real,
but he's starting to feel,
is he lost, or is he about to heal?
Only time will tell,
but I can say one thing:
His shell is not empty.

Topic: Weird, neverending crossword thingy.
Posted: 17 Feb 2019 08:30

Sorry, Andrew, I'm not good at crosswords unless they are really, really uncomplicated.

But could you also specify the word count for the answer, cus in a crossword, you usually know that much, and it might be helpful.

Actually, I totally forgot about that part. Silly me!

Topic: Weird, neverending crossword thingy.
Posted: 12 Feb 2019 22:00

Okay, so I'm trying to make this simple as possible, since the las thread I started was a bit convoluted. Well, the premise is simple: Describe a word with accurate, but misleading clues, just as a crossword might incuding letter count, the next person guesses it, then poses their own word description. I'll start:

An instrument; typically with four strings, garners a lot of puns, basically.

Topic: Add a Joke
Posted: 15 Jan 2019 01:14

Me: I'm having a great day, apart from Newpussycat.
Friend: What's Newpussycat?
Me: Whoaah Whoaah Whooaaah!

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