I exist to ramble.
Since this blog is now getting updated on a daily basis (and by daily, I mean it's got a mean 2-days-in-a-row streak happening), I feel like I should get some more complimentary punches in before the internet police take away my freedom of typing privileges. By internet police I mean Mikey, who, though he probably hasn't realized until now, has the ability to take away my posting power with the click of a button. Such a thing can happen when blogger.com sets up the most fragile and retarded administration privileges for a communal blog. This goes without mentioning that he and I both could, by accident, delete 2 years worth of humor history with the touch of a button, never to retrieve it again from the yawning abyss to which all web-based deleted things disappear.
Regardless of the fact that we, as a blog, have continually skated near the precipitous edge of extinction, I like to think positive. Take for example, my current pwnage on WoW (That's 'World of Warcraft' for the non-nerd community, and 'Ridiculously Addictive Digital Form of PCP' for the 4 nerds in the world who haven't picked up a copy of the game yet). Every minute that I play lends me less and less time to think about the rareity of updates on this blog or the more pertinent crisis that seems to be occurring; that I have become, without question, the nerdiest nerd that I know.
Also take into account how good the rest of life is. January is now a summer month in North Carolina, and Mexican festival music can still be heard blaring loudly from the windows across from our apartment. Plus, all our literary contributors to this site are now safely graduated, except for "The Brotherhood: The New Class". All in all, it's a new year, and, well whatever. If I didn't opt to celebrate the Viking New Year instead, I'd use this time of year to look back and reflect on all of my hate crimes, bad video game purchases, and food poisonings, flogging myself in penance. But hey, if January is your time to somberly reflect on your complete lack of perfection, be my guest. I'll just be doing the same thing I always do. Not sweating it like a sack.
Regardless of the fact that we, as a blog, have continually skated near the precipitous edge of extinction, I like to think positive. Take for example, my current pwnage on WoW (That's 'World of Warcraft' for the non-nerd community, and 'Ridiculously Addictive Digital Form of PCP' for the 4 nerds in the world who haven't picked up a copy of the game yet). Every minute that I play lends me less and less time to think about the rareity of updates on this blog or the more pertinent crisis that seems to be occurring; that I have become, without question, the nerdiest nerd that I know.
Also take into account how good the rest of life is. January is now a summer month in North Carolina, and Mexican festival music can still be heard blaring loudly from the windows across from our apartment. Plus, all our literary contributors to this site are now safely graduated, except for "The Brotherhood: The New Class". All in all, it's a new year, and, well whatever. If I didn't opt to celebrate the Viking New Year instead, I'd use this time of year to look back and reflect on all of my hate crimes, bad video game purchases, and food poisonings, flogging myself in penance. But hey, if January is your time to somberly reflect on your complete lack of perfection, be my guest. I'll just be doing the same thing I always do. Not sweating it like a sack.
Nathan Prime 13:38
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