The first daily gism



What is this?



Well then. Daily updates, eh? Highly dubious proposition. Can He hold out, will He hold out? Probably not. As it stands, He's even too lazy to spell check any of this. Perhaps this will be a continuing tradition? No spell checking and no thesaurus. After all, the Thesaurus has been extinct for thousands of years.
And therein lies a phrase that sets the tone for this whole "daily" thing. Even when it is finally updated, it will most likely be done so in a hap-hazard, slip-shod way. On top of that, there is a better than 50% chance that what is posted is simply regurgitated crap from someplace else. Where possible, at least, He will atempt to reference those quips stolen. So, even though this could easily be the last posting, it could also be the start of something beautiful.

But probably not.

So today, he leaves for the eastern sea-board. More specifically, Maryland. Why, only He can be certain. Where? Well, that's BWI, then across to a smaller, little known town of Easton. A small burb with a tax cap, and a horrible school system. Imagine that. So, those who can, do, and take their children to either the church school, or the prep school. Then, it's off to a boarding school, elsewise they'll be perpetually stuck in the local public school/catholic school. That is not to insinuate that the two are one in the same, but rather that they are both equally useless options.
So He would call this home. Or rather, would, were he not to have left the land long ago for the fabulous wonders and oportunities of scintilating San Francisco.
So it will come, in merely 30 minutes that the small blue van will come and whisk him away to San Francisco International Airport. He is quite pensive about this trip. Not only will he be flying by himself, but he will also be carrying his very most precious belongings with him on the journey. And thus, they will also be accompanying him on his cross country trek on the back of an ancient purple Nissan filled with trash and girly things.
But more on that later
For now, He must resign himself to sitting in his parlor, awaiting the arrival of a small blue van. He fills his time with writing. Writing this very page. His mind quickly darts from topic to topic, wondering just what should be spoken of next in this slack jawed and informal discussion. So many tales to tell, so many yet to be written, and so many yet to occur. Yes, that which you will be reading shortly (If He indeed holds the attention span to finish daily updates) will be mostly truth, and only some hyperbole. Alright, mostly hyperbole, but some truth. Well then, again, perhaps neither shall be within, for really it is the very spirit of Him which carries these tales along the windy roads of the information super highway. And who among us, even ourselves, can predict the will of the spirit.
One thing is for sure. That will be the last time He ever uses the term "Information Super Highway."























































































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