Blog blog blog. Blog Bloggerson of Blogistan. I feel like Hobbes (of Calvin and Hobbes) saying 'smock smock smock' until Calvin was moved to scream 'what in the world is wrong with you?' Blog.
The Blog. The Return of the Blog. It can only be destroyed by, by, I don't know. Mint-flavored toothpicks. Which reminds me of one of my other pet peeves, about movies. Typically the movie sets up some problem, heroes try some solution, which almost works. Most people at that point would say, well, that almost worked, let's try again but with more explosives. But movies characters almost never do this. Which no doubt has more to do with narrative structure than common sense, and there are lots of movie traditions like that which don't bother me at all so I guess I don't have to complain.
I don't think I have any real point here, I just wanted to natter. I can't brag about writing 555 words a day since I haven't in 3 days and I'm not going to tonight either because as usually happens in NaNoWriMo I'm getting bored with my own story so maybe I should switch stories.
Or something.
Blogging, not to be confused with logging, is the removal of b-trees for the manufacture of blunder (instead of lumber), which is a natural consequence, since b-trees are a means of storing and retrieving data and if your data disappears you'll have to guess what to do. Unlike logging, blogging is a hostile act performed on an enemy.
...eh.
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