A web of lies, lies and deceit, lies deceit and debauchery, lies deceit debauchery and salacity, lies deceit debauchery salacity and...
...Whatever.
It's time to dust off the old blog. Use a broom to get rid of the spiderwebs. Hm, I get the feeling that I've probably said that before but too lazy I am to read my previous postings. I've probably said that again. Meh, I must be getting old and repeating my old repetititititititititive self. Not to mention lame. And not the metaphorical kind of lame. I mean the kind of lame that you'd get after stepping on a landmine. Admittedly this wasn't my own idea, it was pulled from some list of analogies that students in a country somewhere to the north of South America made in essays. Or somesuch. Like you know...whatever!
I don't know what I'm writing about. This post was supposed to be a brief update on my AMS life, but I feel that there's nothing to write home about. AMS, what more can I say? The name and all the attached stigma really say everything. Actions are supposed to speak louder than words but when it's AMS it's just not true. Minimal action for maximal words.
One thing of note that's happened since my last post is that I went to China. For 3 weeks. That's right, China. Where the Chinese people came from. The land of...cheaply made goods, cheap yet good food and other things...cheap. Not to mention the extremely large population. Large and crowded. Large, crowded and short (mostly). Did I mention it was polluted also? Well, it was. What I initially thought was a heavy fog turned out to be a heavy smog. A store sign I saw (but unfortunately the photo I took isn't viewable) read "Noble in Smog". And what was it they sold? Bongs. I never thought that being stoned was a particularly noble state, but then I've never been and therefore could be very wrong. Not that I'd like to get stoned, just saying that I don't know what it would be like. Or something.
Hm, this has been a long post. I will stop. Please don't cut off my fingers. I need them to hold my stethoscope still.
It's time to dust off the old blog. Use a broom to get rid of the spiderwebs. Hm, I get the feeling that I've probably said that before but too lazy I am to read my previous postings. I've probably said that again. Meh, I must be getting old and repeating my old repetititititititititive self. Not to mention lame. And not the metaphorical kind of lame. I mean the kind of lame that you'd get after stepping on a landmine. Admittedly this wasn't my own idea, it was pulled from some list of analogies that students in a country somewhere to the north of South America made in essays. Or somesuch. Like you know...whatever!
I don't know what I'm writing about. This post was supposed to be a brief update on my AMS life, but I feel that there's nothing to write home about. AMS, what more can I say? The name and all the attached stigma really say everything. Actions are supposed to speak louder than words but when it's AMS it's just not true. Minimal action for maximal words.
One thing of note that's happened since my last post is that I went to China. For 3 weeks. That's right, China. Where the Chinese people came from. The land of...cheaply made goods, cheap yet good food and other things...cheap. Not to mention the extremely large population. Large and crowded. Large, crowded and short (mostly). Did I mention it was polluted also? Well, it was. What I initially thought was a heavy fog turned out to be a heavy smog. A store sign I saw (but unfortunately the photo I took isn't viewable) read "Noble in Smog". And what was it they sold? Bongs. I never thought that being stoned was a particularly noble state, but then I've never been and therefore could be very wrong. Not that I'd like to get stoned, just saying that I don't know what it would be like. Or something.
Hm, this has been a long post. I will stop. Please don't cut off my fingers. I need them to hold my stethoscope still.
ranted by Wayland at
11/29/2006 11:27:00 pm
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