Sunday, August 27, 2006

"NO, no,no,no,no,no!! Close this..."

...So she said to me when, after a couple months of silence from Bill and Glory, Bill tried to publish a blog.

Glory then directed Bill to the Blogger button, had him press it, and then, as if by magic, the appropriate page sprang to view. As if by magic.

Did I write, "as if by magic?"

"This is really cool," Bill thought to himself. "What will they think of next?"

It was an appropriate question.

Linus McSpadden, a rogue programmer associated with the Blogger site, already had in mind his next evil and malicious plan: publishing tools for Bloggers that required only speech. "Let us do away with typing altogether!!" he shouted from his computer terminal. "Bwahaaaaahaaaaa! Bwaaahaaaaa (cough)..."

No one heard him, for he was alone. He could not stop coughing and ended up choking to death.

"You're silly," Glory told Bill, as Bill typed away.

And so Bill remained quiet.

The clock on his computer read 9:58 p.m.

"But clocks don't read, silly," Glory said snidely.

"There is no such thing as the written language 'silly,'" Bill retorted. "And what do you mean by snidely? What's a snide?"

"Duhhh!" Glory chided. "The man in Dr. Suess' story about the pale green pants with nobody inside them, hid out in a field of Snide and got brickles in his britches. Everyone knows that."

Glory laughed like a crazy woman and went to get some cashews. Bill got bored.

They went to bed.

Glory snored.