Oh for crap’s sake.
The New York Times just decided that reading words is passé. The future of the internet is audio and video. Even for a simple little blog like mine.
That means … well, that means, oh hell, you’re already gone, aren’t you?
I’m just sitting in this blog all by myself, tapping out worthless words on a worthless keyboard counting …
The days ’til pitchers and catchers report. Three.
The number of starting pitchers that the Orioles have on their roster. Two.
And, the number of people reading these words. One.
Just you, I’m afraid.
Qwerty, not so purty. (Poetry – even bad poetry — is screwed now, too, I guess.)
Sure, it’s ironic that The New York Times had to inform me that reading is dead using … actual written words.
Oh, for crap’s sake.
Or, as you wordless people say …
What can I do to make you love reading again?
Or, just letters.
Like the letter K.
K is one of the alphabet’s resident hoodlums. Look at it slouched there lazy against its own wall – a street tough – sticking its leg out, just waiting to trip a non-suspecting sweet p, flipping it over into a d.
K is both letter, word, and complete sentence.
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