Me, Them, And A Yak

Well crap.

Yesterday, I wrote what was quite possibly the most profound blog entry in the history of blogging. No, really, it was breathtaking. As I typed out my thoughts, a crowd of onlookers began to gather behind me, cheering me on. The women were oohing and ahhing, while the men made grunting sounds similar the ones men at sports bars typically make while watching pro wrestling.

OK, to be fair, I've heard that somewhere in Zimbabwe, a man once wrote a post that was much more captivating than mine, but since there was no way for him to reach the internet from his village, he had to scrawl his thoughts on a big piece of cardboard which he then draped over a yak and paraded through town. Maybe in Zimbabwe people might take the time to read that sort of thing. I don't know... I've never been there... but here in Portland, well... I think people would see a guy with a sign and tell him they don't have a dollar. Or they'd protest the yak for wearing fur.

And that's what made the post I wrote yesterday all the more tragic.

In two short paragraphs, I managed to be both sincere and funny. I fully unravelled the meaning of life within a simple, yet thorough, context. I also posted a solution to the middle-east conflict, not to mention accurately predicting tonight's Powerball numbers.

Yes, it was that good.

But it's gone.

I got up to get a glass of water, and when I returned to my computer, everything I'd typed out was gone.

I don't know what happened, but I'm thinking one of the guys in the crowd closed my browser window.


::::: | Saturday, Feb 17 2007 at 11:33 AM
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Alice / Blueaxel said:

I hope you are having the best time ever. I am happy for your adventures. Take lots of pictures (with your mind too, so you will have happy memories when you're eighty).

::::: | February 17, 2007 9:42 PM

riye said:

I guess either the guy with the cardboard has a lot of hacker friends or Simon didn't tell you about that yak that ran out from behind the curtains while you were at the sink.

Didn 't you know, people (and, apparently, yaks) hate perfection?

::::: | February 20, 2007 3:51 PM

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