Friday, October 15, 2004

three strikes - I’m out of here

In the interest of energy conservation and time management, this one will be short and sweet.  I’ve been writing less this week, certainly fewer full-on essays.  I have, however, had a few strange phrases stuck in my brains and now I’m going to exorcise them on your sorry weekend-hungry butts: 

* Seeing all the ads on all the busses and billboards around town makes me wonder: Do I actually hate everybody who loves Raymond?

* I work for an agency so secret that it doesn’t even have an acronym.

* Wolfo-bismol: if you lycanthropy but it doesn’t lyke you back!

Yeah, pretty lame.  Welcome to my world.  It’s like you’re all flu viruses and I’m Chiron - if it’s up to me to stop you in your tracks, well today it just ain’t gonna happen.  I’ll have more ammo next week, and probably a better attitude too.  If not, be on the lookout for yet stupider jokes and even worse puns.  It’s how I get back at the world.