I spent my lunch writing music reviews, so I do not feel like writing more today. And since this is my journal, and since I am only being paid $10 an entry to write in it, I will not. Instead, I will link to articles that you should read instead: This week's Tuesday Morning Quarterback, Slate on why sex causes death, The Onion on paradigmatic skews, a McSweeney's Amazon-user-rating parody, and an unlikely "Matt Prins" sighting. (By unlikely, I mean that it is strange that the information is online at all, not that it is strange that I was an alternate to the...well, you can see for yourself.)
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.
