Why am I so late in posting, gentle reader? I’ll tell you why. I went to the picture house for the late showing of Finding Nemo, Disney and Pixar’s latest cash cow, and I walked out satisfied despite having shelled out seven artificially-inflated dollars for a ticket.
By no means would I call it the greatest movie of all time, but there was something exuberant about the movie. In terms of enjoyment, the movie came out easily on top of Matrix Reloaded, what with its clever script, attention to detail, and overall polish.
Go see it, gentle reader, at your earliest convenience. As the credits finished rolling and the audience began filing out, one really felt as if people could do no wrong for a night. Child-like wonderment for seven dollars? Yeah, that’s starting to sound like a bargain.
Tonight, dear reader, I want you to get off my porch and go bother the CEO of this site instead. I’m busily preparing for an upcoming meeting with my Board of Trustees (by which I mean I’m doing absolutely nothing right now), so rather than advise you on matters of the world, I will induct this site into our select Secondhand Links section.
“You’re just outsourcing because you’re too damn lazy,” you mutter saucily.
Shame on you, gentle reader, for even thinking that. Shame on you! If you persist in harassing me, I will make you hug my Gloves of Tastefulness–with your lips.
To get back to the topic at hand, however, I’m not simply outsourcing because I don’t want to talk to you, but because the “Soapbox” entries are well-written. I’ve only recently started reading CEO Waiken’s posts in earnest–I don’t recall how I happened upon the site proper, come to think of it, but I’ve visited before–and I hope you do the same.
In addition to ranting, he apparently dabbles in some kind of scientific whoziwhatsit. Polymers, I believe people call it. I never touch the stuff, of course, as I leave it all up to the Science and Magick division of my company.
Speaking of science, dear reader, from whence do babies come? My Science and Magick division last told me that storks had something to do with it, but that was from a long time ago. I have a sneaking suspicion that it has something to do with two storks, though I will have to verify this.
And with that thought, I bid you goodnight.
Do you know the nasty feeling in the pit of your stomach that wells up whenever papers are due, gentle reader? I have a pretty mild case of that right now, and you know what? I will miss it. Now, before you staple my ears to an EZ-Erase Board, let me tell you that I’m waxing nostalgic only partly because this is my final, final paper.
I’ve actually been savoring this feeling for my last few papers like any good papo-masochist. And now, I need to sleep very, very badly.