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Complex Numbers #615100 added October 27, 2008 at 6:20pm
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Dismal
It smells like snow today.
The clouds are that uniform gray that you get when snow's coming, and it's cold, and there's the tang on the chill breeze that is unmistakably associated with having to go into four-wheel drive to get anywhere.
Depressing.
So when I found this poem posted in Thomas  's blog: "Invalid Entry"  , I had to update it to reality:
When things go wrong, as they always do,
When the road you're trudging is covered in poo,
When funds are low and your stocks in the tank,
And you want to strangle the goddamned bank,
When life is making you feel like shit -
Drink all you can, and shout, "I quit!"
Life's fucked up, as we all have learned,
When we do something nice and just get burned,
And many a winner soon finds out,
That winning's not what it's all about.
Just give up; let go, my bro -
You'll never win the ultimate show.
Often the goal is farther than
You can believe; give up, my man;
Often the leader has offered up
His soul for a pewter victor's cup,
And he learned too late, when night crashed down,
The real winner's living in a different town.
Failure's success turned inside out -
That silver linings have clouds, there's no doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are
To the grave; it's never that far.
So don't bother to fight when you feel like shit -
It's when things seem good that misfortune will hit.
With apologies to "Author Unknown"
In the grocery store yesterday, I saw a display of Christmas crap.
It's too goddamn soon!!!
Bah. Humbug.
Anyway, thanks to all of you who posted comments to yesterday's rant. I may expand on that in the near future. |
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