Monday, January 9, 2012
O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!
Well actually, TODAY of all days I REALLY don't give a shit about what kind of sounds everyone wants to make, so go ahead. On most days the fact that the NewYork Times features an article about a mutated humanoid potato and his mom trying to launch a new RPG in their garage so they could earn enough money to buy proper folding chairs would hold little interest for me.
(I assume that's what this is about anyway. I didn't read the article closely. It seems to suggest that Tavis Smiley has his own RPG now as well. I should check it out.)
But TODAY I learned that I could even more NOT give a shit about this AND a vast plenitude of other facts about the world.
BECAUSE I SUBMITTED MY DOCTORAL DISSERTATION TO MY COMMITTEE TODAY AFTER MONTHS AND MONTHS OF SUFFERING AND I AM FLIPPING THE BIRD AT FOOLIOS LARGE AND SMALL LIKE IT WAS GOING OUT OF STYLE.
And now my beloved readers, as our old friends Beethoven and Schiller would put it:
I'm gonna get all feuertrunken! If yer Tochter ain't the aus Elysium kind, send 'er back cuz I don't wann'er! Alle Guten, Alle Bösen, whatever, I don't give a shit!