Been on something of a rocketship the past two weeks–Spiritual Salon, Easter, dog with a broken leg, PTA indentured servitude (voluntary, of course). Today, I found myself questioning whether I’d ever write anything more than a clever email again. That’s when Pogie sent me the latest Direct Message from the God of My Understanding:
Dance, Monkeys, Dance – Flash animation
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Ah. So you will be randomly typing on your computer to compose your next opus, as will all the rest of us monkeys.
Great. Simply great.
Posted 28 Apr 2006 at 2:01 pm ¶Post a Comment