Journal Journal: Goodbye Cruel Wold: I Believe I Will Retire This Persona 37
As I am quite bored of it.
I should run a greatest hits show. It will be grand, indeed! We will have awards and popular culture speakers to present them, and they will give endless speeches to the tearful delight of a prim and proper crowd of America's best and brightest!
Also, if you let bottled water sit overnight, it gets a very unpleasant, biting, slick taste to it. I think someone maybe has poisoned me.
Anyway, my apologies to anyone I've offended over the last three years or so, and I hope you didn't take it all too personally. It was good for a chuckle, if nothing else, though some of you seem to be a little bit touchy. Perhaps you should seek therapy rather than pretending to be me as an AC (important tip, sir: I sign my posts from skratchpad, Battery Powered, and AC as TxMxP, not xTxMxPx).
As to what I shall do with this account now, I do not know. I could continue to write standard, boring political claptrap, or I could use it solely to troll. Alas, I could only post once a day in that case, so I don't know how well that would work out.
I could turn it over to someone else and just forgoe slashdot altogether, but I don't know if I want to do that.
I'm considering going about slapping down every pro-Linux post that crops up on the front page that I can find, but that would probably end in the same way pure trolling would.
Now what?
I feel pretty Oh so pretty I feel pretty and witty and gay
And I pity Any girl who isn't me today I feel charming Oh so
charming It's alarming how charming I feel And so pretty That I
hardly can believe I'm real See the pretty girl in that mirror
there? Who can that attractive girl be? Such a pretty face Such
a pretty dress Such a pretty smile Such a pretty me! I feel
stunning And entrancing Feel like running And dancing for joy
For I'm loved By a pretty wonderful boy GIRLS Have you met my
good friend Maria The craziest girl on the block? You'll know
her the minute you see her She's the one who is in an advanced
state of shock She thinks she's in love She thinks she's in
Spain She isn't in love She's merely insane It must be the heat
Or some rare disease Or too much to eat Or maybe it's fleas Keep
away from her Send for Chino This is not the Maria we know
Modest and pure Polite and refined Well-bred and mature And out
of her mind! Miss America, Miss America, speech! Miss America,
bravo, speech! MARIA I feel pretty Oh so pretty That the city
should give me its key A committee Should be organized to honour
me I feel dizzy I feel sunny I feel fizzy and funny and fine And
so pretty Miss America can just resign See the pretty girl in
that mirror there (What mirror, where?) Who can that attractive
girl be? (Which, what, where, whom?) Such a pretty face Such a
pretty dress Such a pretty smile Such a pretty me! MARIA & GIRLS
I feel stunning And entrancing Feel like running and dancing for
joy For I'm loved By a pretty wonderful boy