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Monday, October 28, 2002

Hello, I'm young, intelligent, and I hate the world.

It's just been that sort of day. Week. Term. People seemed determined to be as fucking moronic as they possibly can be. And I'm out of tolerance, patience, clean socks and other nice things like that. I hate the world.

So certain elements of the House Committee should not feel special. There are lots of things I hate more than them. The Honours Convener. Herman "Thinking the Unthinkable" Kahn. HGH spammers. Everyone who uses the acronym RMA in academic writing. Britney Spears. It's just that these certain elements of the House Committee are the closest stupidest things.

Plus, they have bad grammar, unlike the convener, the academics and Kahn, but very much like the spammers and Britney. Moreover, they're within my power to thwart. And you know how I am. I see a wile, I thwart.

I'll give that one a big three points. Whimsy.

So, yeah, I guess this sort of serves as a heads-up to the House Committee. Whatever nefarious stunt you're trying to pull with this "Extra-ordinary Meeting" shit, you'd better beware, because, well...

Well frankly, I'm out to get you.

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