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Friday, February 18, 2005 Some days, fate conspires against you. Normally, that would be Mondays. But there are exceptions. Today is a shining example of that exception. Think of all the synonyms of boring, string them together in a straight line, read, and you'll get the picture. HDTV sharp. Anyway, just an eternity ago, I was drumming my keyboard, when Le Muse cometh.She's a miserable frau of impossible proportions. Spit-shiny boots, starch-stiff salt and peppers, and a swagger stick worn-out with abuse. She points her vicious stick at me and orders me to write. Imagining the consequential welts and hematoma of disobedience, I write. She pulls out her PDA from her breast pocket, rubs her chin, then vanishes, leaving a fading trail of laughter and Richard Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries" score. Off to inspire the next blogger stuck in a rut. But little does she know, Anti-Static is a scheming bastard who's instinct of self-preservation is somewhat in the same league as breathing. I'll publish this entry. Then, resume drumming my keyboard until the clock strikes six. ---------- Apollo Mission: "Houston, we have a problem..." Command : "What's the problem, Eagle 1?" Apollo Mission : "Err... Command? Uhrm... watch out for falling debris... " .
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