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February 11, 2003

talk is cheap

I suppose this eventually happens to every person who talks for a living.  One minute I was droning on as I have for over twenty years;  the next minute I was giggling like a naked man who'd lost his gerbil.  I suddenly realized that talk, aside from being cheap, is incredibly, irredeemably silly.  I mean, does the world really need another infomercial salesman telling us that the knife he used to cut through an old boot, alas, cannot be found in stores?  Should we encourage the career of yet another souffle-haired, Nehru-jacketed evangelist?  Must I give one more phony-ass summation?

Only if I wish to eat. 

©  2003 by the beastmaster