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Play against the entire world.
There are no saves.
There are no walkthroughs.
There is only one chance.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

The same

At least it's consistent.

I mean, come on. Try something new next time.

Like translating thoughts into actions. Erm, or... Words in-, into actions. Er, wait, tran-, translating thoughts and, er, and words into inaction. Or wa-... Was it "inthoughts"?

I get confused sometimes.

You see, why would all of you keep saying you don't care when you obviously do? I mean, hey, depending on how this plays out, the club loses some members. Juniors, no less. Less juniors means less seniors next year, and that kind of means less juniors too (I guess). And then it'll just dwindle down to a headcount that's even less than the number of thumbs (I mean fingers) on a pair of human hands. I'll admit, I care quite a bit (too much).

The fact that you took the time to write up a whole post to tell me to fuck off (in summary), might probably be considered in at least a few places in the world as some sort of an oxymoron (maybe a close relative). I'm not sure if you all know what that means, but I'm sure you'll find out (eventually).

Since we're on the topic of oxymorons, let's might as well add a few more:

- Decent men
- Straightforward women
- Stupid Chimpanzees

I'm not one to care for 'him's and 'her's (not anymore) so that means you Celest, and I guess it also means I wrote a post to tell you to... Well, at least I admitted I cared.

No apologies on that.

Cheers.

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