Attention NFL Big Shots: there has been a grave mistake. Somehow, when you were giving out the press passes for the Super Bowl, you neglected to send one to me. I don't understand, since it's a well known fact that Goulash.EduComNet e-Solutions World Headquarters is a mere 2.5 hours away from where the game is being played. What, did you guys find another source for the world's most insightful and delightful commentary? And my pithy remarks aren't just about football. Politics, mulching strategies for your yard, scandinavian desserts: I can talk it all. I am afraid that if this isn't rectified immediately, I am putting all of my journalistic credentials behind the Continental Jai Alai and Lawn Darts Association. You will come to fear the CJALDA.
The higher ups at work got tired of my daily 8:30 to 9:30 sob fest, so they approved my request to start coming in at 9:30. I've been doing it for two days and it is Sweet Biscuit City. My mornings are less hectic, and I have far less time in the evenings to fall in with a youth gang. So far, I'm devoting that extra hour in the mornings to writing sonnets. You might be scratching your head right now, saying, "Hmm, that's odd." However, at the same time you're thinking this, a telegraph has arrived for you. It's from the beauty of my art, and it reads "GET ON BOARD!"
Okay, not actually writing sonnets. I did spend a few minutes this morning playing Pac Man, though. And if you've ever seen the things I can make Pac Man do, you'd call it poetry. The poetry of war, that is.
I am tempted to continue with this, but that last sentence was just too good.
Posted by Cody at January 28, 2004 6:26 PM