No, thank you for the rooster, sweetie! Actually, I got inspired by the rooster and all this Chinese new year biz... and I found out that I am in fact most compatible with snakes, roosters, and, big surprise, rats. They say three's a crowd, but I think we are all a little too compatible, a little too well-lubricated, around here. We need more conflict, more friction.
Hopefully this thread has been long forgotten, so if I kill it with the usual trail of death and destruction I've been leaving in my wake of late, there will be very little harm and probably no foul. This is a test, really, but also an opportunity to quote a resonant passage I read recently in the short story "Ice," (watch out for those quotation marks!) by Thomas McGuane:
"As would become a lifelong habit for most of us, we longed to witness both spectacular achievement and mortifying failure. Neither of these things, we were discreetly certain, would ever come to us; we would instead be granted the frictionless lives of the meek."
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No, thank you for the rooster, sweetie! Actually, I got inspired by the rooster and all this Chinese new year biz... and I found out that I am in fact most compatible with snakes, roosters, and, big surprise, rats. They say three's a crowd, but I think we are all a little too compatible, a little too well-lubricated, around here. We need more conflict, more friction.
Hopefully this thread has been long forgotten, so if I kill it with the usual trail of death and destruction I've been leaving in my wake of late, there will be very little harm and probably no foul. This is a test, really, but also an opportunity to quote a resonant passage I read recently in the short story "Ice," (watch out for those quotation marks!) by Thomas McGuane:
"As would become a lifelong habit for most of us, we longed to witness both spectacular achievement and mortifying failure. Neither of these things, we were discreetly certain, would ever come to us; we would instead be granted the frictionless lives of the meek."
And the frictionless shall inherit the blog.
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