We Now Interrupt My Hellish Schedule To Bring You This Post...
As a child, I grew up reading the following story:
An old Chinaman caught a wonderful bird in his garden one day. Whenever it snapped its beak, gold pieces would fall out of it. But the richer the old man got, the meaner he got. Whenever his servants’ wages were due, he would order them to go to the market to buy him ow and ouch. “If you come back without them, instead of wages you will receive a hundred strokes of the cane,” he would say.
They always preferred to stay at home and lose their pay. Once he took a clever young boy into his service. When his wages became due, the old man sent him to market like the others. “If I bring you ow and ouch, will you give me your magic bird?” the boy asked. The old man grimaced wickedly, but he agreed.
The boy ran into town. On the way he took two gourds, into one of which he put a wasp, in the other a bee. Then he hurried back to his master. “I have brought you ow and ouch,” he called out. “Put your finger in the gourds, and you will see!” As soon as the old man did so, the angry wasp stung him. “Ow, ow!” he cried.
“Did I not tell you, master, that I had brought you ow?” laughed the boy. “Put your finger in the other gourd, for there you will find ouch!” But the old man had had enough. He had to give the boy his magic bird, and he never sent anyone to market for ow and ouch again.
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Now, if you aren't already aware, I recently was defeated in the Thunderdome by this blog.
Did I expect the defeat? Yes.
Do I care that I've been defeated? No. Actually, I am quite nonchalant about it. When I found out, I was buried in a biochemistry text-book on the final leg of an all-nighter I was pulling for an exam that day.
Actually, that is why I've taken so long to "react": I've got a shit-load of work right now that takes priority over such trivial things.
Am I going to discuss the comments made? Why? Everyone is entitled to their own interpretation and opinion.
Actually, I figured they were too easy on me, as instead of ripping me a new ass-hole, my innate one is in its same, pristine condition as it was when I entered the "dome".
What the fuck is this "banned bank" that you have up?
When I applied for the "dome" I was aware of the consequences if I lost:
I am also aware of my sentence:
My opinion is again that the judges were too easy on me, and far too kind. I was hoping I'd be defeated so I could have an excuse to not blog and to vacate the site for awhile. Then again, the fact that I lost to a blog as shitty as PMRILY, disallows me the ability to conceal from the world just how shitty my own blog is. Of course, I was well aware of this fact as I had signed up for, and was admitted to the Shitty Blogs Club months ago. It was for this reason that I decided to override the judges length of time from "not exceeding two months" to the full extent of one year (365 days for those of you who are conversion freaks).
The banned bank is my way of having everyone hold me accountable to this, and we all get to watch the time tick on by, and I get to enjoy the excuse to take a break from blogging.
That's right...I am going to be a good, honourable girl and not only increase my sentence time, but take it piecemeally.
You know, someone should really look into the utilisation of adverbs every now and then...
Ow!
Ouch!
*returns to hellish schedule*
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