Yesterday evening it occurred to me, gentle reader, that all the “road not taken” stuff might have loopholes. Sure, you may have come across two roads diverged in a yellow wood, but what if going down one road meant damaging the other?
I’m talking about second chances and fixing mistakes and cheating time. What do I want right now? I want to take a few wrinkled, worn calendar pages and smooth them out. All I need to do is sacrifice my pride, embrace a little risk, and I’ll have found my solution. Easy as pie.
F! magazine has been busy interviewing me about C-moviemaking, gentle reader, so I haven’t had much time to talk. Rest assured, though, you’ll have full access to the interview in good time. For now, feel free to peruse these comics. How many subliminal messages can you spot? I haven’t gotten through the rat comic, but I’m sure it’s about not eating rats and the like.
Can’t talk now because this Excel document is just too good. Every cell, every line, every omigodihaveamigraine formula simply tantalizes the senses like a cherry-flavored circus.
You should mack on this for now, gentle reader, and you should visit this site if you don’t want to register. McCall’s article is one of my favorite pieces.
Me? I don’t do my work on a vintage typewriter. I have something even better. It’s called a “shitty keyboard,” which I sometimes bang on with both fists to simulate typing. You see, whenever I go into Nitro Typing mode, I can achieve typerates up to 50 trajillion WPM, albeit with decreased accuracy. My greatest downfall, I suppose, is that I never know when Nitro Typing mode will strike. I’ll be blithely typing percentages and happy faces when suddenly, in a violent twist of fate, I’ll k.xs.dxzkxzfcxm,djk,ldsjk,djkgduiojrhkjfhjf. And then I’ll have a moment of respite before I kdjk,dfj,polkj,tri8458945e90hg. You get the ideaaaaaaaaaa.