Today's Meditation, or "I Got Bupkis, People"
For those, who read my recent commentary response to MRK, you already know that I've been blog-dry lately. I recently read a breakdown of blog do's and don'ts, one of which was "do publish entries often" and they were talking like several times a week. Well, dammit! I don't have that much going on up in my head, folks. Well, maybe that's not entirely accurate. But I certainly don't have that much publishable stuff going on in my head. I think I blog to get out the thoughts in my head that won't shut-up and are starting to annoy all the other thoughts. In fact, I think it's these other thoughts, the ones you're not reading about, that are dictating what you do read about. Or can read about. I mean, obviously my thoughts don't actually make you do anything because, strictly speaking, I'm not a space alien. If I were, I'd probably have more to say.
Blog entry if I were a space alien:
Saturday, February 5, 2005
¤öø?þð. Þ¤¥¿Ð× ‡????»?Þ my language translator so you can actually read what I'm writing. Ah, that's better. Okay, so now, let me just get this straight, earthlings: You actually spent all that dough going to the moon just so you could basically win some race?! What the Flurgon are you guys doing down there? I mean the moon, earthlings! In the palm of your primitively space-traveled hand, and now it's just sittin' there gathering it's own moon dust! Well, look, if that orbital seat's not taken then our lifeforms would be more than happy to grab it for you. It'd make a great banquet hall planet for us. And what's all this crap about one day terraforming Mars if your planet becomes uninhabitable? I mean if y'all actually even figure out how to do it then why the Flurgon wouldn't y'all just terraform your own damn planet back to normal?! Hello, earthlings?! Nobody constructs a new house because the old one is dirty! Crap on a stick, what's the matter with you carbon-sacks?! And just so I'm clear, you folks are all worried about destroying the planet with your own pollution, although you basically understand the technology to prevent it's destruction and just aren't sure it's worth preventing because it might... COST TOO MUCH?!! I'm just about ready to wash my antennae of you creatures. And another thing, will somebody please tell that Larry Miller guy from "Sit 'n Sleep" that his mattress guarantee makes NO SENSE! You'll beat anyone's price or my mattress is free? As in, "I'm sorry, but in this case, we just can't afford to beat this price, so we'll have to charge you nothing instead"?!! It's like promising that if you can't afford to give someone a hundred dollars then you'll give'em a million as a consolation. WHAT THE FLURGON?!! Okay, I'm just getting a space-headache, now. Like I'm trying to explain glass-blowing to a grizzly bear, here. An Earth-grizzly bear, that is, as the grizzly bears on our planet actually do have a rough proficiency in the art of glass-blowing. But I digress. And I might as well since I can no longer think of what to write to you earthlings. Guess I'm just blog-dry.
posted by Solomon Wall @ 10:53 AM
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