Remnant:

6-12-01

Everything Zen

Today is the day that TDC had been dreaming about for his entire life. Or actually, he's been talking about it his entire life. Alright, I'm a liar. He's only been talking about it a few months now, but if you lived here, it would feel like a life time.

"A day that shall live in infamy" -

Franky R.

Those words were important than, but more prevelant now. It has arrived. No, not my Pr0n collection I purchased on ebay. And no, not TDC's either. Rather, the wonderful pocket sized...NO NOT PENIS ENLARGER!!! The Game boy advance, which incedently also enlarges my penis.

It is an awesome little toy (no, not one of those either), that Im sure will be obselete within the day. But, screw everyone else, I still like my SNES over the ps2. Than again, I like having cinimin sticks shoved in my colon more than the PS2.

When it comes to nintendo, there systems, except the (insert crude name here) 64, has been more addictive than any other system. Hell, lets face it, they were more addictive than crack.

Okay, I swear I am going somewhere with all this.

I am now completly at peace. I can now put all my mantra, chi, and ez-cheez towards what I really care about.

The 10-box.

But I know, if I mention it more than that blurb, TDC will eviserate me, and feed my beans to his dogs (as long as there on the floor, they'll eat it.) It is the GBA's day in the son. So I will change the topic.

"Editors are like an appendixes. If they give you sh*t, tear them out with knives."

- Warren Ellis, 1997

I can't spell. Nor do I gots grammer. I do use spell check...sometimes. And TDC other times. And for college papers, my girlfriend. So, If I had an army of editors I would be a writting Gawd. But, since I need an army of editors to survive, I'd rather die, and be who I am now.

This lends me to my current plot.

"Top Journalist can't spell, world burns in llama fires"

Or so the future holds, IMO.

Its a thing were all supposed to learn in the first few grades. How to spell. I can woo woman with my words, and then wow professors with my speeches. But than I "whoa" everyone I email. They say to themselves, "he must be using a new kinda keyboard, where the letters are mixxed, and you can't see what you type on the screen". At that point, I think to myself, "Wowes me, I have failed in the menial, how shalt I succeed in the great!!"

Actualy, to be fair, I usually say, "Bite me". So what I want to know is...does it really matter? Don't bother answering that. I would most likly not belive you. And on the off chance I did, I would be pissed off, because I wouldn't have anything to complain about. But than again, I'd probobly complain about not being able to complain. But than, I wouldn't be able to complain. (chew on that)

So where does this leave me? Well, broadly, It leads me to a place in which I might find enlightenment in not worrying about the shape of my words, and only the greater meaning. But directly, it will only lead me to a C in English Comp.

So, now that you know I can't spell, what are you going to do about it? If you wanna complain, do it to TDC (he craves email). If you want to complement him on his awesome graphics, DO IT DAMNIT!

But if you want to live, heed my words.

"The price you pay to throw those words, will be the price I pay to have you killed."

Or so I always never said.