No matter that Mr. Griffin wouldn't take up my gentleman's challenge. Here is my resolution for the second year in the third millennium: I shall post something to this, this thing every weekday. I don't care how banal that day's item is [1], but I shall write. Be struck down, dear stasis!
This is a subset of the main resolution, which is "writing more"; other subsets include writing at least 200 words on every film I see and producing at least one 2500-word item every month. All thirteen of my readers will keep me to this, will they not? It would help if you would occasionally tell me how much of a stupid idiot I am sometimes. [2]
[1] An obvious lie, but I will need to use lies to write something every day. Truths are too few.
[2] "[S]tupid idiot"? "[O]ccasionally tell me...sometimes"? Yes, this'll be great. Oh dear.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
