I am in bookworm heaven. In an attempt to stay far, far away from the (temporary) evilness of television, I find myself in a "library." Did you know that you can rent books at these "libraries" and they don't charge you a penny for the privilege? Why didn't someone tell me this before?
Of course, as I am not one of the literati, I am not renting these books. I'm typing on a computer screen next to Kim, who is looking up CPI Detailed Report in an electronic "card catalog." Did you know that this "library" isn't sorted by subjects (like "comedy," "drama," "special interest," and "erotic thriller")? It is sorted by the number of pages in each book (including fractions). That seems stupid to me. When I start my library, I am going to charge for it, and it will have the best "erotic thriller" section of any library in Virginia.
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.
