Junival 26, 41 A.B.
Ok, so I came here early today to post a new entry. Imagine my surprise when I found another entry already in this space!Dr. Frankenstein: "It's alive! IT'S ALIVE!!"
A big, fat, dead entry that had apparently crawled this far and no farther before expiring.
Like, major EWWWWW!
No wonder my journal has been smelling funny....
As near as I can tell without actually, you know, looking at its obscenely
withered date, it appears to be an old entry that I forgot to post.
If you keep an online journal or diary yourself, I'm sure you can understand
how this can happen. You spend so much time and effort writing an
entry that you simply don't have enough time or energy left to upload it.
Or you just "forget" to do so as excessive pride in your accomplishment
leaks out of your head and blocks your view of your screen (making uploading
a very difficult process, if not an impossible one).
"This year, instead of going to the trouble of buying vegetable plants
and applying Miracle-Gro to them every 2 weeks, why don't we cut out the
middle man and eat the Miracle-Gro straight from the plastic can?"
"If Poe had written 'The Tell-Tale Pancreas' instead of 'The Tell-Tale
Heart' would the main character have been tormented by the sound of insulin
being secreted instead of the sound of a beating heart?"
Before 1810, sailing from Europe to America took 30 days, cost the equivalent
of a common laborer's entire yearly income, and was fatal 10-20% of the
time. By 1860, the trip took 7 days, the cost had dropped 90%, and
only about 2% of passengers ended up dying. Today it is possible
to fly from Europe to America in about 6 hours, at a cost of less than
a week's wage, and with virtually no danger of being killed in the
Question: Who is depicted on the front of the new dollar coin?
Oh, hey [hastily shoving the entry corpse out of the way so I can get to
something important] that reminds me...
This is NOT my cat. It is NOT stretched out atop my scanner. To find out whose cat it is (as well as what kind of weird things cats do in the bathroom when their owner is in there with them), click here.
Ok, enough for now. I've eaten my fill of rotting thoughts.
I've snarfed a tasty graphical dessert that I've swiped from someone else's
site when they weren't looking, too.
If you happen to have a strong back, a good shovel, and a few hours you
can spare, please don't selfishly keep 'em all to yourself!
An Old Entry
To Tickle An Infant Entry
(©Now by a first
year art student who looks just like Dan Birtcher