Friday, June 11, 2004

Limerick gone, everybody dead.

As speculation abounds as to what exactly happened to extinguish all communication from the small town located off the coast of Iceland, one thing appears certain: we may now never know exactly wtf is going on in the last 10 seconds of "Disappointed" -- one of the world's foremost framespotters having disappeared with the city, into an abyss of deafening silence, that echoes tonight with the condolences of world leaders and the low rumbling of a blog that wanders the night in search of its creator, wanders like small tumbleweed, tumbling towards wherever it is tumbleweeds wind up.

In other signs of the coming apocalypse, signs are multiplying that I will be required to wear a suit jacket for the second time in my life next week.

And wtf are they doing with Ronald Reagan? It looks like they're loading him onto a jumbo jet. In the rain. wtf for? Where would we be without CNN? Oooh, they're about to tell a funny anecdote about Reagan and Margaret Thatcher!