and every night someone complains about it.
Nonetheless, every time someone clicks Play on this YouTube, a new blogger gets her keyboard.
It’s true. It’s a fact.
If you haven’t looked out at a crowd of your friends and family and thought, Ah, material! you’re not really a writer.
Every Day I Write the Book, by Elvis Costello
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Oh, man GROSS! I knew there was a reason I didn’t like pool noodles.
Probably bail him out, the softie! Then again, he might be busy taking Dad to his parole hearing.
Authorities began investigating God… in April, and he was arrested on Saturday.
From NBC30:
South Windsor police arrested Almighty Supremebeing Allah on drug charges…Almighty Supremebeing Allah, who lives in West Hartford, was accused of cocaine possession with intent to sell.
West Hartford, Connecticut? Huh. I’d have lost a bet.
But wait! Jesus can’t do anything! Jesus is missing!
Missing: One 45-kilogram concrete statue of Jesus.
Colchester County RCMP are asking for the public’s help to find the missing statue, stolen from a cemetery in Middle Stewiacke, just outside Truro.
Don’t worry. A lot of people have faith that Jesus will return.
Do I need to explain why?
Seriously, though, I’d have thought he’d have been a little snappier. If he’d had to compete with all the famewhores out there stuffing their blogs with memes, he’d have stepped up his game a bit.
Check out the August 10th entry:
Drizzly. Dense mist in evening. Yellow moon.
Yeah, ACTUAL diaries are never as interesting as blogs. For one thing, fewer amusing YouTubes. The premise is, one post per day, taken straight from Orwell‘s actual diaries. If it weren’t George Fucking Orwell I wouldn’t bother, but I have faith there will be something other than a haircut blog in it eventually.
We’ve now gone a good, solid step beyond asking what happens to a blog when somebody dies (see Theresa Duncan and Olive Riley) and gone straight into blogging for the dead by proxy.
Only in Hiroshima, kids. Only in Hiroshima.
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