Today I’ve decided not to present the typical sort of rapid fire, and non-cohesive style of blog posting that you’ve come to expect from our years together, but rather a totally different rapid fire, and non-cohesive style of blog posting simply because the name brand Ritalin that my body is accustomed to was out of stock and replaced with a generic brand that was fresh off the boat from China.
I’m torn between the two titles of this post, as they are both reasonably accurate. Suffice it to say, my soul, liver, wallet and lap all took the beating of their lives this weekend, and since not in all of the existence of everything does a photo exist with the power to depict the images in my head, I’m just gonna go ahead and throw up a photo of a black hole.
For any and all who dare step into the ring, I present to you the grandest championship of them all;
Editor Karen Brooks initially asked me to pen a piece about the 2010 SSCXWC, which I happily obliged. However the first installment was far too long, so I shortened it considerably for print.
What I have here is the extended version.. A piece inspired by the original from this site, but with far more grammatical errors.
Read on if you care to;
At least until the next derailment.
Sometimes technology is a grand, and accommodating lover, taking care of your every need. Other times it’s like a murdering, toothless meth head that eats all of your cereal and then wipes their ass on your bathrobe.