I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
There have been some recent instances of comment spam. I loath and despise people who do this. I promise that all instances will be deleted as soon as I find them, and webhosts, such as Blogger, will be alerted to your misuse, and a request will be sent to have your account shut down.
That's the polite version.
I have an interesting 250 year-old book that tells me how to cast horrible curses upon people, and send them demons. So, deleted spammer, listen carefully at night.... can you hear it breathing? It's watching you.
3 comments:
hilariously clever. where did you ever find this? i wonder if a similar scenario took place when books were first introduced?
Very funny!
Identified with this totally - it could be me when my new laptop arrived. I still amaze myself every day when I manage to open my emails!
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