| Name |
Brad Timms |
| Led here by |
Magic |
| Location |
Lying naked in a bed of crystals at an oxygen bar drinking a half-caf no-foam latte' |
| Comments |
Alright then. My sides have stopped hurting long enough for me to, once again, sit upright. Indeed, I did, in fact, do as little work as possible today so as to afford myself enough time to read the entire page... and the links that most are apparently "too lazy" to click upon. It is 1:00 am now. I simply could not keep away any longer than was absolutely necessary. Yes, if you must know, the presence of all these crystals DOES make us read slowly. After getting through about 1/4 of the page, (that'd be .25 for you and the rest of the backward countries bent on finding a standard in anything at all) I had begun to identify with you, seeing as how my situation was obviously akin to yours in several key areas. I had even made a promise to myself to console you later in an e-mail or whatever means possible to let you know that you were not alone. However, I read on. The rest of the day was spent in, what can only be described as, a happily horrified state of disbelief and amazement. Checking ... checking ... as nonsensical as that sounds, that does sum it up. It was much like watching the news and seeing a house burn to the ground on Christmas eve and laughing every time a cabbage patch doll is shown ... on fire. One is sad for the family and the event ... but it's that damned doll that you despise anyway. That makes it funny. Not that I would liken you to one of the ugliest dolls ever created by man, but the amount of mixed feelings are probably about equal. I digress. As mentioned, I had originally thought that I would identify my plight with yours and offer a sense of commodore to you. However, that last 3/4 of the page (again, .75 to those outside the dome of rational thinking) was enough to crush that thought into a pile of dust so fine, dust bunnies would choke on it. I will admit that some things are strikingly coincidental. I think it is just that. Or, that all women, in some way, have this uncanny ability to share some of the exact same madness. Nonetheless, I laughed ALL day. Judging by the fact that you've been together for better than fifteen years, I am probably laughing with you. In any case, the point at which the energy drink I was consuming spewed from my nose and mouth was certainly the highlight. (The burning sensation did stop after 30 minutes or so.) After reading about the endless gauntlet of hanging things around your home ... I later happened across "Insomnia. The thing with - hold on, before I start, look at this." I took a hefty sip as the page loaded to reveal what looks like a medieval torture device. Having the occasional bout with insomnia myself; made it especially funny. With all of these distracting crystals about and latte' induced ADD, I have been hard pressed to find anything to hold my interest longer than watching things blow up on television; music aside. So, all I have to offer now is a hearty thank you for the entertainment. I will be on a quest for the book about the same. Just knowing that there is more in print that I can read, is about like kids waiting for Christmas. I'm guessing it's probably better than a FLASH LIGHT though. (Torch... honestly... a torch is a stick on fire... sheesh...) |
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