Tuesday, September 16, 2003
Titles? Titles!
that's right. to the keen eye, it was perceptible yesterday that i had suddenly begun incorporating titles at the appropriate place in my posts (the beginning). the prognosis so far is for this habit to continue; whether or not it will creep into retroactivity remains to be seen.
today's post arrives without warning. consider yourselves unwarned. if you have received a warning, disregard it. if you, in turn, have passed that warning on to someone else, contact them immediately via cellular phone, smoke signals or ESP, and withdraw the warning. if you happen to see a warning broadcast on a local television station, call the station and inform them of their error, demanding a full retraction of said warning. if you see a blimp pass by with a banner displaying a warning, go immediately to your closet/local gun store/shoulder holster, retrieve a firearm, and aim true. if there is a mysterious mold growing on your cheese which somehow spells out a warning, hesitate not, dear friend. eat that cheese before somebody sees it. it is absolutely imperative that today's post arrive without warning. why? well, to be honest, it's because i'm fresh out of actual humor, and the element of surprise is about the only thing i've got left.
surprised? i thought so.
that's right. to the keen eye, it was perceptible yesterday that i had suddenly begun incorporating titles at the appropriate place in my posts (the beginning). the prognosis so far is for this habit to continue; whether or not it will creep into retroactivity remains to be seen.
today's post arrives without warning. consider yourselves unwarned. if you have received a warning, disregard it. if you, in turn, have passed that warning on to someone else, contact them immediately via cellular phone, smoke signals or ESP, and withdraw the warning. if you happen to see a warning broadcast on a local television station, call the station and inform them of their error, demanding a full retraction of said warning. if you see a blimp pass by with a banner displaying a warning, go immediately to your closet/local gun store/shoulder holster, retrieve a firearm, and aim true. if there is a mysterious mold growing on your cheese which somehow spells out a warning, hesitate not, dear friend. eat that cheese before somebody sees it. it is absolutely imperative that today's post arrive without warning. why? well, to be honest, it's because i'm fresh out of actual humor, and the element of surprise is about the only thing i've got left.
surprised? i thought so.
