It was a dark and stormy

Oxy Mora — Wed, 24 Aug 2011 02:24:02 +0000

In reply to The Quiz and the Experiment

It was a dark and stormy night. The Asian financial markets were closed. No blogs stirred. My mind was seized with grievances and I felt angry, strangely unfulfilled. I stared at a screen. Nothing moved. God, was the refresh button broken?. Or was there an electrical problem in the building? Like the hotel residents in "Last Tango" I knew full well the screaming and angst which would attend a sudden blackout of internet access in my low rent apartment building. Then I realized something which sent primal fear cascading down my spine and into my birkenstocks. The refresh button was in fact working. It was the information which wasn't changing.. I thought for a moment of the terrible hell which my life might become if my grievances were to go unanswered, my utterances lost in the dim recesses of a frozen blogosphere for all of eternity. Then I heard footsteps in the hall, two shadows fell across the doorway, a cigarette lighter flashed...

It is a dark and stormy mind

Anonymous — Tue, 23 Aug 2011 17:49:07 +0000

In reply to The Quiz and the Experiment

It is a dark and stormy mind inhabiting a secluded part of a tiny brain, a brain smooth as a billiard ball that takes little of the space in a roughly spherical cavity, and whose only outward contact with misperceived reality is with eyes only capable of seeing pre-conceived images, and ears that can only hear what that poor excuse for a thinking instrument has been programmed to receive, and because it is here that the source of all human problems lies, it is here that we must explore and bring our higher faculties to bear on the wayward path of thought produced by these seemingly thinking dolts, and in our own benevolent way try to help them, as we help all the world's people, even if it means slapping their ass with a little democracy.

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It was a dark and stormy

It is a dark and stormy mind