Finding New Meaning · 10:11am Dec 3rd, 2012
Shit, Sylvester, get it together.
I had a lengthy blogpost written out about a done-to-death topic that would have touched on all the right nostalgia chakras and given everyone a case of the warm n' fuzzies while they thought back to their childhoods. Only to have that innocence ripped away as all the innuendo and double entendre that flew over their heads came flying back to hit them square in the face with the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow. Instead, I've deleted that pretentious paragraph of bloggy text and replaced it with the above image macro and this current pretentious paragraph of bloggy text. Gifs are the language of our time. Complex thought is conveyed through context and short, repetitive bursts of information. White block text is king.
If I keep writing blogs, someone remind me to not do it at 2am with a 7am wake-up call looming; there's space here, I don't want to waste it.
It took more than two decades, but this song finally makes me laugh like an idiot
Even at 2am you post blogs that are more coherent and well-written than many student essays. . . I am truly jealous
Not to mention all the puns and references. . . it's like you're taking a note out of SS&E's book :P
Moar
It seems Sylvelster may have a smoking habit.
Okay.
It's beautiful.