So Many Rules Broken

I began fleshing out an article a few days ago about how much I loathe Jesse McCartney, John Mayer, and Josh Groban. Erroneously, I decided not to rant about such problems with today’s society at that given moment. Trust me, my strong execration towards such bleak and talent less, let me say this tongue-in-cheekly, musics, is nearly as powerful as my hatred towards Hip-hop, rap, and R&B (please note that R&B does not even resemble blues in any way, shape, or form, which only makes those who enjoy it even more wrong).

Then, I decided to blame immature, punk-loving, brats on the downfall of today’s music. I went on about American culture, and how pathetic MTV is. My conclusion involved something along the lines of a statement concerning how our young children are becoming little spoiled hussies at the age of nine. It’s really a shame, but I won’t discuss it now. Believe me though, my friends, it was a good article.

Alas though, the past few days have been pretty good. I got to see, and even speak with Sir Michael Benjamin Mad Scientist, and Steve, and Aunt Sister In Law Jen. There was some girl who giggled a lot, and will remember me always as Spiderman. Mr. Jones has left us all for a nicer part of the world, where they let rainbow run around freely, and the water has been replaced by Hi-C. I said hello to Rachel Case, and she said hello back to me. My pirate wife, the landlubber, has not been seen for some time now. I was talking to Ewok quite a bit this summer as well, but that seemed to end, and a new era, called the Time of the Infinitely Stale Away Message has seemed to come to be. Basically, all you kids at Oneonta, I miss you all. Well, not all of you. I could easily make a list of those of you who don’t, but you all know who you are, and that’s all that matters. I don’t want to write anymore, I want to play Morrowind. Or maybe Beyond Good and Evil, or Doom 3. Anyways, that’s enough for now. This is Lynk, signing off.