sanemagazine: wonderful rubbish

Almost completely unconnected to any official survey, posting, or edict (and certainly not in accordance with the particular edict coming out of Nantes, and none concerning wombats, either. Or sheep.
Though I could understand, if, for example, a particularly pithy edict were composed and distributed on a nice sort of pulpy kind of paper, one which used lots of "suppose"'s and a very broad overview of the issues one must consider when declaring anything of substance and are then attempting to apply it to sheep, much the way, in fact, one would hope to apply wallpaper to sheep, or a wall, and have put, against the advice of the tin containing the wallpaper paste, entirely too much paste on the backing of the wallpaper, and now find half of it adhered to your arm in an extremely wet, sloppy sort of way, and you're now just waiting for the phone to ring, or a visitor to call, or some other great catastrophe that will display your grand lack of wallpapering talent to the general public or, in the worst case, expose your lack of wallpapering skill to the public and get you stuck to the phone handset or the doorknob, whichever Fate happens to befall you. There's a great demand for that sort of document.
Especially in colour, and there's always a queue at the copy-making place for the colour copier, as everyone's gotten a bit spoiled with this whole notion of colour, and don't like going back to plain old black and white, or, more precisely, don't mind going back to black and white, just mind terribly the reaction producing a black and white document inspires once one's decided, perhaps getting a little bit too whizzy, to show their presentation in colour one day for no particular reason. Now, a little colour is nice once in a while, but you can't just wantonly use it like that. Just goes against all sorts of good taste and general rules of decorum.), I considered getting my hair cut this week. Just a trim, mind you.
I didn't, just so you know.

disclaimer:
The preceding is a lie. I like my hair the way it is, at the moment.

The new intern, though, definitely needs a haircut, and a shave. And he keeps hitting on the horoscope writer.


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		archives horoscopes contacts fables home		Almost completely unconnected to any official survey, posting, or edict (and certainly not in accordance with the particular edict coming out of Nantes, and none concerning wombats, either. Or sheep. Though I could understand, if, for example, a particularly pithy edict were composed and distributed on a nice sort of pulpy kind of paper, one which used lots of "suppose"'s and a very broad overview of the issues one must consider when declaring anything of substance and are then attempting to apply it to sheep, much the way, in fact, one would hope to apply wallpaper to sheep, or a wall, and have put, against the advice of the tin containing the wallpaper paste, entirely too much paste on the backing of the wallpaper, and now find half of it adhered to your arm in an extremely wet, sloppy sort of way, and you're now just waiting for the phone to ring, or a visitor to call, or some other great catastrophe that will display your grand lack of wallpapering talent to the general public or, in the worst case, expose your lack of wallpapering skill to the public and get you stuck to the phone handset or the doorknob, whichever Fate happens to befall you. There's a great demand for that sort of document. Especially in colour, and there's always a queue at the copy-making place for the colour copier, as everyone's gotten a bit spoiled with this whole notion of colour, and don't like going back to plain old black and white, or, more precisely, don't mind going back to black and white, just mind terribly the reaction producing a black and white document inspires once one's decided, perhaps getting a little bit too whizzy, to show their presentation in colour one day for no particular reason. Now, a little colour is nice once in a while, but you can't just wantonly use it like that. Just goes against all sorts of good taste and general rules of decorum.), I considered getting my hair cut this week. Just a trim, mind you. I didn't, just so you know. disclaimer: The preceding is a lie. I like my hair the way it is, at the moment. The new intern, though, definitely needs a haircut, and a shave. And he keeps hitting on the horoscope writer.

Speech, Song, Silence