Baddallah baddalah bah.
It's Tuesday night. I have assignments and grocery things to do. This is what I think blogs are for, creating a waste of time. I wrote in another blog-
Something I Learned Today: If you pull a meal with two items out of the refrigerator, and one of the items smells funny, you should assume that both items have gone bad.
So, hmm... you are reading this blog (How did he know I was reading his blog? (Cuz I'm a goddamned magician!)) in some effort to entertain- distract yourself from something else you should be doing- for a few minutes. We come to a conundrum, my unnamed friend. This conundrum is where do we draw a boundary between self-indulgence of the writer and playing to the interests of the reader. You, lovely, are the reader.
Well, hmm... I watched an interview of Larry David (Curb Your Enthusiasm (I ; will not us/e co"rrect GRAmmAtical techNiqUe) where he more or less said that anyone who didn't like his stand up routines was an idiot. I think it was more that he said. Along the same terms, are you an idiot for not thinking me funny? Also, you're not paying a cover and a two drink minimum, so I think that
1. I owe you less.
2. You're less inclined to stick around if you don't dig.
This isn't resolving ANYTHING DAVID!
... well shit... What's a blog good for then, anyways?
We'll use an empirical process, yeah?
Just went to the empirical process wiki. No, we won't.
Logic! We'll use logic!
Won't use logic either.
Well, let's try cost benefit (you have been following me to the appropriate wikis, right?)
Okay, so... what is being expended here. Time. Okay. What is being gained?
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.
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Time lost? Lost Time! Well, if I spent, let;/'S say, 55 minutes writing this, and you read it in 5, we have together lost an hour's worth of productivity. Or, gained an hour of Lost Time! A-ha! So, my work is able to benefit you, lovely, with an aggregated hour of Lost Time when you only had to spend five minutes. That's a 55 minutes savings! Just think, in 5 minutes you blew an hour's worth of dicking around time. Now, you can get back to your laundry! Or your paper!
Wow-wee, I'm a genius. I deserve a congratulatory hug. And you owe me $7.25.
I think that's funny. I also don't think I'm in an original sort of mood. A sort of listless state, drifting in and out of being while Radiohead plays decidedly melancholy ambiance. This is the sort of day that blogs are born on! Days without direction, where life is the tape of a videocassette that is drawing to the end and then stops
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until you rewind the tape. Or maybe it's like a scratched dvd, where the very reality around us is skipping and coming to a standstill? But, what if the magnetic strip breaks, and the very fabric of perception is shred leaving a gaping AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
sound in the void left behind by the cosmos? And that void AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA sound is actually the melody to the Halo theme?
Why the fuck would you even consider these things? Don't you have to turnover your laundry? Your cat is shitting everywhere go! GO! SHOO! Get away from me and Thom Yorke as fast as you can!
It's Tuesday night. I have assignments and grocery things to do. This is what I think blogs are for, creating a waste of time. I wrote in another blog-
Something I Learned Today: If you pull a meal with two items out of the refrigerator, and one of the items smells funny, you should assume that both items have gone bad.
So, hmm... you are reading this blog (How did he know I was reading his blog? (Cuz I'm a goddamned magician!)) in some effort to entertain- distract yourself from something else you should be doing- for a few minutes. We come to a conundrum, my unnamed friend. This conundrum is where do we draw a boundary between self-indulgence of the writer and playing to the interests of the reader. You, lovely, are the reader.
Well, hmm... I watched an interview of Larry David (Curb Your Enthusiasm (I ; will not us/e co"rrect GRAmmAtical techNiqUe) where he more or less said that anyone who didn't like his stand up routines was an idiot. I think it was more that he said. Along the same terms, are you an idiot for not thinking me funny? Also, you're not paying a cover and a two drink minimum, so I think that
1. I owe you less.
2. You're less inclined to stick around if you don't dig.
This isn't resolving ANYTHING DAVID!
... well shit... What's a blog good for then, anyways?
We'll use an empirical process, yeah?
Just went to the empirical process wiki. No, we won't.
Logic! We'll use logic!
Won't use logic either.
Well, let's try cost benefit (you have been following me to the appropriate wikis, right?)
Okay, so... what is being expended here. Time. Okay. What is being gained?
.
.
.
.
Time lost? Lost Time! Well, if I spent, let;/'S say, 55 minutes writing this, and you read it in 5, we have together lost an hour's worth of productivity. Or, gained an hour of Lost Time! A-ha! So, my work is able to benefit you, lovely, with an aggregated hour of Lost Time when you only had to spend five minutes. That's a 55 minutes savings! Just think, in 5 minutes you blew an hour's worth of dicking around time. Now, you can get back to your laundry! Or your paper!
Wow-wee, I'm a genius. I deserve a congratulatory hug. And you owe me $7.25.
I think that's funny. I also don't think I'm in an original sort of mood. A sort of listless state, drifting in and out of being while Radiohead plays decidedly melancholy ambiance. This is the sort of day that blogs are born on! Days without direction, where life is the tape of a videocassette that is drawing to the end and then stops
......................................................................................................
......................................................................................................
......................................................................................................
until you rewind the tape. Or maybe it's like a scratched dvd, where the very reality around us is skipping and coming to a standstill? But, what if the magnetic strip breaks, and the very fabric of perception is shred leaving a gaping AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
sound in the void left behind by the cosmos? And that void AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA sound is actually the melody to the Halo theme?
Why the fuck would you even consider these things? Don't you have to turnover your laundry? Your cat is shitting everywhere go! GO! SHOO! Get away from me and Thom Yorke as fast as you can!
dhalita:
thank you precious
thank you precious
fatality:
'twas a good distraction.