The Nature Theater of Oklahoma (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nuncstans) wrote,@ 2003-03-30 02:02:00 |
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Pure Animal Business Sense
Your guest stenographer today is the Universal Donor, both of whose arms function properly. [His comments are bracketed thusly.] This entry is a preëmptive strike against the possibility of never writing anything again. See, I've been busy. I no longer have a right arm, I went on a trip, and I got to know Midtown Precinct North. I also found out that the NYPD Task Force is a deterritorialized rogue organization. Since 9/11 [or "na-na-la-la"], this law enforcement equivalent of the Navy S.E.A.L.s is responsible for tracking subversive activity, including my own, throughout the five boroughs. Not only are these police officers the best and the bravest, but they are also unusually strong [like Spiderman, except with guns]. Every meal was ratburgers, and the love was tough.
The truth is that I actually do still have both arms. I was exaggerating. I just can't type, or do anything. [Once the feeling returns to my cop-damaged limb, I will supply a proper post filled with the usual wit and vim. Until then, however, please excuse this pathetic, gimpy, stop-gap placeholder post. My arm is filled with crunchy plasma-borne bone puree.]
Your guest stenographer today is the Universal Donor, both of whose arms function properly. [His comments are bracketed thusly.] This entry is a preëmptive strike against the possibility of never writing anything again. See, I've been busy. I no longer have a right arm, I went on a trip, and I got to know Midtown Precinct North. I also found out that the NYPD Task Force is a deterritorialized rogue organization. Since 9/11 [or "na-na-la-la"], this law enforcement equivalent of the Navy S.E.A.L.s is responsible for tracking subversive activity, including my own, throughout the five boroughs. Not only are these police officers the best and the bravest, but they are also unusually strong [like Spiderman, except with guns]. Every meal was ratburgers, and the love was tough.
The truth is that I actually do still have both arms. I was exaggerating. I just can't type, or do anything. [Once the feeling returns to my cop-damaged limb, I will supply a proper post filled with the usual wit and vim. Until then, however, please excuse this pathetic, gimpy, stop-gap placeholder post. My arm is filled with crunchy plasma-borne bone puree.]
