the world's a hologram? sez who? Feynie, that's who

laazy, lazy, t-shirtwearing centaur.

It’s been hard to blog lately. There have been a few reasons: my roomate (the second of fifteen Richard Feynman clones created in 1985, not the big titted ghost) has suddenly decided to spend virtually ever moment in his room which precludes me from stealing his internet connection; the internet connection at work has been locked; and, last but not least, the time I have been spending on the ‘net’ is spent reading the blogs of wonderful people whose trials are wreaking havoc with my hypersensitive 601 year old soul (in centaur years, I’m pretty much still a teenager – all those hormones swirling around - I’m a fucking mess. But, here I am.

I’ve not much to talk about. I’m still obsessing over how poorly I understand grammar. It’s an obsession that’s coming perilously close to becoming the biggest non-issue to ever seriously affect a mythological, t-shirt wearing, 601 year old, bigtitted ghost and Richard Feynman clone cohabitating, investment banking, 1000lb centaur. So, so lame. So many beautiful people are fighting for their lives, engaging in real existential struggles, thinking deeply about their lives and the big questions. me? I’m trying to figure out how to Sandy from mergers and acquisitions to abandon her whole “I’ll never fuck a half-horse” pledge. Maybe I’m just superficial. Maybe I’m simply incapable of the kind of emotional depth that you mortals are capable of. I don’t know. I’m not sure I want to know.

On the plus side, Richard Feynman Clone #2, or “Feynie” as he likes to be called, and I are getting along famously! Oh the fun we’ve had. We spent last night getting high under a bridge and, when the freight trains would rumble through, we’d run towards them screaming and whipping rocks that would, upon contact with the train, explode in a shower of sparks. Oh, the pure unadulterated joy of it all! Then, just as the high was reaching its peak, Richard would launch into detailed, yet accessible, dissertation on why the universe is actually nothing more than interference (apparently a huge departure from ‘source’ Richard’s thought on the matter. I’ve got to rely on Feynie’s word seeing as I know next to nothing about physics or source Richard). In any case, we’re becoming quite the pair – a threesome when we’re at home seeing as how the big titted ghost is really starting to come out of her shell.

Well, I guess that’s enough for now. Talk to you soon.

Ps. Please contact your local chapter of the “Arrested Development” fan club and sign up. We must work together to kidnap the key players, including the writers, isolate them, and force them to perform new “episodes” until we grow tired of them and, eventually, re-release them into the wild.