Al Gore has one of my cousin Randy's T-shirts! No pictures, though. Still, Randy's done pretty well for himself so far. He even has been invited to give a talk at MIT, a place he didn't dare apply to for college. Methinks the networking opportunities provided by his comic are setting him up to be in a good position when he wants to apply to grad. school.
Ah, vicarious success. It's what keeps me going. That and my pretty new haircut! *is gleeful and lightheaded*
In other news, I have decided that Modern English has had its day. The time has come to return to the Englysshe of Sir Thomas Malory. Denizens of the internet should have no trouble adapting—they already write Mod. Eng. "your" as "youre". All they need do is continue to stick silent e's wherever it suits theire fancy, to replace the odd i with y, the odd a wyth au, final y wyth é or ie, and to chaunge the frequencé of a few other digraphs and doubbled letres. Finaly, evry one sholde feel fre to tak lybertés wyth speling. Nott to muche trouble, is hit? Gramercy, y'alle.
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