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Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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- Tai
- Oakland, California
- I met a man at a party who told me he was an orthopedic surgeon. “What’s your favorite bone?” I asked. He had to think about it for a few moments. Finally he said, "I like a simple fracture.”
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6 comments:
It's...pretty.
Ugh. I mean, you are so right, that's why I said, "ugh". I'm working on a Sunday morning, trying to write a proposal for new work while at the same time, trying to convince myself I don't want the work and should blow it off and take a walk in the fall leaves instead. I might not get the job either way, but if I choose leaves over proposal, I've created 'future jobless' v. 'future: you tried'. More than you ever wanted to know, I'm sure!
The future is a lovely place, because it holds whimsical, profound, and delightful Aerophant posts.
Of course it also holds the swelling of our sun into a red giant, most likely engulfing the Earth. Hopefully before then, the internet, along with all of the aforementioned Aerophant posts, will have been beamed to a new planet for untold races of aliens to enjoy.
The future seems to not include the pictures of Friday Puck, and he's missed. Unless his theory of everything helps to build a machine to turn the future into present, the present into past, and the past into a bowl of cat food.
Dear all: Aerophant is currently exploring other galaxies while Puck perfects his Theory of Everything. We hope to return to the blog before an impact event, gamma ray burst or magnetic pole reversal renders us irrelevant. The past is a bowl of cat food. Walking in fall leaves is the sanest option. xxT
By the time we see it, it won't be the future any longer. Slippery.
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