Monday, May 17, 2004
Things Fall Apart
So I had prepared a touching & hilarious blog entry for today, one that most surely would have changed the course of human events and most probably would have ended war, poverty, and hunger for the rest of time immemorial, but somewhere along the line my computer decided to turn my incomparable genius into two pages of random characters roughly resembling what it looks like when Beetle Bailey swears. Which, come to think of it, probably qualifies my computer to become an editor at Vanity Fair, if it hadn’t gotten into that ugly brawl with Annie Liebowitz. But anyway, the point is that society has suffered a terrible loss today, along with the parents of the diskette I threw at the wall and then stomped on repeatedly. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
And while I’m delivering bad news, I might as well confess that there will be a break in programming this Thursday while I am escorting my parents around town. I say this is bad news not because I believe the loss of this website for a day is such a blow, but simply because I have met my parents. They are lovely people, but I will spend the day searching for new food courts they can eat at and trying to keep them from haggling with cab drivers. So let’s all tune up our coping mechanisms, and rest assured that there will still be plenty of good times to come.
So I had prepared a touching & hilarious blog entry for today, one that most surely would have changed the course of human events and most probably would have ended war, poverty, and hunger for the rest of time immemorial, but somewhere along the line my computer decided to turn my incomparable genius into two pages of random characters roughly resembling what it looks like when Beetle Bailey swears. Which, come to think of it, probably qualifies my computer to become an editor at Vanity Fair, if it hadn’t gotten into that ugly brawl with Annie Liebowitz. But anyway, the point is that society has suffered a terrible loss today, along with the parents of the diskette I threw at the wall and then stomped on repeatedly. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
And while I’m delivering bad news, I might as well confess that there will be a break in programming this Thursday while I am escorting my parents around town. I say this is bad news not because I believe the loss of this website for a day is such a blow, but simply because I have met my parents. They are lovely people, but I will spend the day searching for new food courts they can eat at and trying to keep them from haggling with cab drivers. So let’s all tune up our coping mechanisms, and rest assured that there will still be plenty of good times to come.
