Thursday, February 16, 2006

The Clock Reads 5:44 a.m.

5:30 a.m. IM conversations are best partaken of when you've already tried sleeping twice, and have given up both times, first to read philosophy for class in the (early) morning, and second to organize the episodes of The Colbert Report stored away on the computer.

They're great (the conversations, although The Colbert Report is great too), because all participants are tired, so filters are down, and syntax isn't quite clickin', either. The conversation inevitably leads to Myspace and a quick rush of comment battling. (For those of you unfamiliar with the cultural tenets of Myspace, I'm sure you're all thoroughly and sadly confused. Don't worry about it, just be glad you are completely unaware of the drama inherent in such a beast. Merciful heavens, I love it.)

And then, in the midst of comment battling, I discover an anonymous e-mail in my inbox. I click to open it and discover...poetry. Yes, that is right. Someone I do not know e-mailed me poetry in the middle of the night. And that's pretty much why I'm still up; I'm just waiting for the next great thing to happen.


Blogger Corith Malin said...

If your blog was as popular as /., I would have first post!

11:22 AM  
Blogger Jacob said...

There once was a nerd who loved slashdot
The first post he desired a lot
Hiding in green glow
His thinking went slow
Instead he read Liz's blogspot.

2:56 AM  
Blogger Corith Malin said...

ahhh, but can you do poetry in Perl!!! I like Jacob, he knows what /. is.

8:50 AM  
Blogger juxtaposer said...

You two crazy kids.

1:15 PM  
Blogger ass2006 said...

Hi, a nice blog you have here. You will surely get an bookmark :) Abamectin

1:51 PM  

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