Thursday, November 20, 2003
Sublimate ice cream, and what do you get? Gas cream.
Today's post is about time. ("What, you mean it's about time for today's post?" "No, squeeze-cheese-brain, the subject of the post is time.") Also, i might add, it's about time for today's post.
When Time was a young boy, they used to call him "Timmy." Timmy waited for no man, and he soon gained a reputation for flying by without anyone knowing where he went. Timmy ran so fast, he was the 3rd grade class' best kickball player, and the team that won was always the one that had Timmy on their side. Of course, like all the other kids, Timmy moved much more slowly during class. This stayed true when he got his first job as a teenager. At that point, he started to call himself "Tim."
Tim worked in an appliance repair shop, making everything like new. No challenge was hard enough to turn back the hands of Tim, which never stopped moving. Tim worked his way through medical school, and married a girl who just didn't have enough Tim in her life. Afterward, of course, she wound up with too much Tim on her hands.
Establishing himself as a respectable practitioner, Doctor Tim started going by his full name of Time. Time could heal all wounds, and this made his competitors violently jealous. They made several attempts on his life, but Time always seemed to get away from them. After everything, the end of Time was brought about not by the competing doctors, but by a group of lazy restaurateurs. They were bored, so they decided to kill Time. Not knowing how to dispose of the body, they carved him up and made him the main ingredient in a new entrée. The name of this dish is quite an apt ending to the story: Time to go.
Today's post is about time. ("What, you mean it's about time for today's post?" "No, squeeze-cheese-brain, the subject of the post is time.") Also, i might add, it's about time for today's post.
When Time was a young boy, they used to call him "Timmy." Timmy waited for no man, and he soon gained a reputation for flying by without anyone knowing where he went. Timmy ran so fast, he was the 3rd grade class' best kickball player, and the team that won was always the one that had Timmy on their side. Of course, like all the other kids, Timmy moved much more slowly during class. This stayed true when he got his first job as a teenager. At that point, he started to call himself "Tim."
Tim worked in an appliance repair shop, making everything like new. No challenge was hard enough to turn back the hands of Tim, which never stopped moving. Tim worked his way through medical school, and married a girl who just didn't have enough Tim in her life. Afterward, of course, she wound up with too much Tim on her hands.
Establishing himself as a respectable practitioner, Doctor Tim started going by his full name of Time. Time could heal all wounds, and this made his competitors violently jealous. They made several attempts on his life, but Time always seemed to get away from them. After everything, the end of Time was brought about not by the competing doctors, but by a group of lazy restaurateurs. They were bored, so they decided to kill Time. Not knowing how to dispose of the body, they carved him up and made him the main ingredient in a new entrée. The name of this dish is quite an apt ending to the story: Time to go.
