This Is Not A Post
Because a post would have words in it, and these are not words.
[shhhh, don't make any sudden moves...because my microwave is spying on me. Not sure who it's reporting to yet. Once I know it's game I'll take it down and return to regular posting. Updates as they're available.]
End transmission...
[shhhh, don't make any sudden moves...because my microwave is spying on me. Not sure who it's reporting to yet. Once I know it's game I'll take it down and return to regular posting. Updates as they're available.]
End transmission...
posted by Samwick @ 5:58 AM
6 Comments:
At 9:46 AM,
Impulsivecompulsive said…
I am verrryy slowly and quietly Not Commenting.
I would back away and vanish around the corner now, but I was never here to start with.
At 3:12 PM,
Sheryl said…
Lucky bastard. No one cares enough to spy on me.
At 3:49 PM,
Christopher said…
Maybe you are a reincarnation of Lewis Carroll who wrote:
As I was going up the stairs,
I met a man who wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd stayed away.
At 6:01 PM,
Sheryl said…
To be honest, I'm not sure I get enough socialization to deal these levels of ambiguity.
I know, I know. "Consistency is the hobgoblin of small minds..." Blah, blah, blah.
At 1:03 AM,
Snave said…
Consistency may also be the hemoglobin of small minds, although I'm not just sure how that would work.
At 11:07 AM,
Sheryl said…
When your brains starts to squirt out your ears from abstraction overload, consistency works alongside hemoglobin to stop the hemorrhaging (otherwise you would bleed to death.)
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