internal conversations on the way to work this morning
Me: “I should make a weblog post.”
Myself: “Probably. Although ’should’ is kind of relative. It’s not really on the same scale as how you ’should’ vote Democratic next week, or you ’should’ change your underwear.”
Me: “Ah, quit complaining, it’s only Thursday. Anyway, maybe I’ll make a post about the things I see on the side of the highway. It could be an ongoing series.”
Myself: “An ongoing series? Are you serious? Nobody reads this any more anyway, since you went like six months without posting. Do you really want to drive everyone away? Even the people searching for kiddie porn will stop coming if you start The Roadkill Chronicles.”
Me: “You never support my ideas!”
Myself: “This barely even qualifies as a coherent thought, much less an idea.”
Me: “Look, so far this morning we’ve seen a dead raccoon, a leather shoe, and three loaves of bread!”
Myself: “Oh, well now that you put it that way, go for it champ, knock ‘em dead. You’ll be on Digg in no time.”
Me: “See, that’s what I’m saying.”
The Roadkill Chronicles - awesome!
Steve - November 3rd, 2006 at 12:26 pmYou should listen to me; myself is such a wet blanket. I think I’m going to kick myself in the balls.
Steve - November 3rd, 2006 at 12:29 pmI know, I hate myself.
rob - November 3rd, 2006 at 2:57 pmI like the idea of Steve kicking himself in the balls. Steve, upload that shit to YouTube, it’ll get linked to hell and back!
styro - November 9th, 2006 at 4:11 pm