I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to Sarah who is deeply concerned that I may damage the fabric of reality by exceeding my usual 17 post per month limit, but I had serious matters to discuss that wouldn’t share a post with my usual farcical fare.
So I composed this post out of anti-bloggitrons, as a sort of carbon credit for my exceeded quota. This post will actually cancel out my extra post and bring the my new posting balance to seventeen. Just like that time in the early Superman movies, when Christopher Reeve spun the earth backwards and traveled back in time to save Louis Lane.
Okay, it’s actually nothing like that, except for the blue spandex suit I am wearing as I write this.
It‘s a little tight around the middle though, maybe I should have sprung for the Kryptonite girdle.
Apparently saving the world from boredom doesn’t constitute actual exercise.
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I accept your apology and respect your reasons for threatening the fabric of the universe. Noble cause.
But I shall be worried for several days now until we see if your anti-bloggitrons actually works.
My greatest fear is that you – like most men – will see that it works this time and then forget to use anti-bloggitrons next time [like forgetting the car keys or toilet seat] and then the fabric will be torn next time – beyond repair.
Just remember – this is not like picking up your socks – this involves us all.
Who are you, so wise in the ways of menfolk?
Sarah,
Please don’t worry about the socks. I am designing a machine to take care of that obnoxious issue.
I would say we count on Brent to damage the fabric of reality.
I am working on some reality fabric softener for just this type of situation. It should smooth over the rough edges of life and leave the universe smelling as fresh as a quantum fluctuation.
Look for it in stores soon.
Brent,
Sarah and the ELFs are the sad, sometimes gender confused, voices in our heads. They occasionally spout wisdom, but mostly just remind us of our own mortality, human-ness and feet of clay. They are the sad, sad, swarm of wierdness that, like killer bees, follow us on our journey – through our daily lives.
The tragedy is, where you invite me, they and their kind tend to follow.
I really need to get back on my meds.
M.
Sarah and Elfs is a great name for a band. Probably, Jazz-Techno.
They are welcome here anytime, as well as yourself.
As for meds, they are over-rated.
Happy Saturday.
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