Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Forced Content (2)

Here we go. And by "we", we mean "I". And by "go", we mean "am sitting at my computer again completely not knowing what to write." But, despite this apparant fundamental flaw, there is a distinctive noise coming from the keyboard where my fingers are ticky-tacking over a row of buttons with strange symbols on them.


**fifteeen minutes of dead air**


Mercifully I was called away for a task. Unfortunately, when I returned to my desk, my computer was just where I left it and had not spontaneously generated any content for me.

In the time it would take a thousand monkeys chained to a thousand typewriters to unionize themselves and demand fair labor practices...

Once upon a time there was a story that had a beginning that went exactly like this sentence does.

- J

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