SING FOR YOUR SUPPLEMENT
Hey. Wanna be a chorister? Anywhere else, you'd need a resum�, some experience, a letter of recommendation and maybe even a decent singing voice. Or some claws to grip the choirs with. Here, there's nothing you need except the mental motorworks to click on the comments link below and enter some text. Depending on your monitor, you'll find my comments page either a pleasing pumpkin colour or a puke-inducing shade of non-orange. Please be polite, unless you're feeling ornery, or your stomach's succumbed to the pleasing pumpkin.* Help me supplement my monologue with chittenchatten.
*That clause deserves to be an ad campaign. A really terrible ad campaign for pumpkin food products other than pie: Let your stomach succumb to the pleasing pumpkin! But what, other than pie, can you make from a pumpkin? Pumpkin Paste? Sandwich Spread for Today's Busy Kids? Pumpkin-Raspberry Balsamic Harvest Gourmet Dressing? Mrs. Fiddly's Pumpkin Seasoning? Oh, just let your stomach succumb.
Harpers.org has finally heaved its mighty bulk into the interweb, and the results are better with every visit. Each time I return I uncover another weird corner in some strange branch of its heirarchy, side-step to an archival essay from the 1850s or swing up to some ribbon of political trivia woven throughout the site. It's the only website I've yet seen where you brachiate instead of navigate. Harpers.org: For the Thinking Chimp.
Today I beg your collective indulgence. I've been chewing over some actual content for this site - beyond my usual cauterized syntax and slurry-related ramblings - but haven't written it yet because of rogue elements from Alpha Centauri laziness. Tomorrow evening, in true prodigal style, I attend my first university course in over three years: Advanced Studies in Creative Writing. I get to share it with eager pasty honours students and glum pasty grad students. My Portuguese inheritance provides a melanic guard against pastiness but will not get me through the assignments. Bitte wunsch mir gl�ck.
Retracted on 2004-01-05::5:57 p.m.
parode - exode
