The spiders came! The spiders came! Freakin' finally!
Can't believe I missed a post yesterday. What a stupid slip. But the more I think about it, the more I'm doomed to failure. I should just post things that I find amazingly astonishing on the web like everyone else does.
Or maybe just rip off free content from one of those article directory bases. Yeah. But I need a "theme". Or do I?
This is meta of metablogs. How do spiders know a good sentence from a bad one? It probably doesn't.
Writing writing and more writing forever.
Ok, India is coming up in about a month. I have to take my typphoid medication and get ready for packing. I can't wait until it's winter break. That's when I can focus on getting ready for the big trip.
I love getting ready for a trip. It's the feeling of endless possibilities that makes each day end on a cliff hanger. Oh the nowness of adventuredom!
I need to write about time machines. Going back to the theme. The first book that ever intrigued me about time machines was Michael Crichton's "Timeline". I remember that feeling of being in middle school, indulging excessively in pseudo-philosophical angst, huddled in bed with a big ass book. Those were the days. And I never care to return to it.
Oh. Gotta do that link thing. And in bold font it is!
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