The End Of A Long Week

Freelance work snafus. Dayjob headaches. Life with an almost-two-year-old. Not getting a damn thing done creatively. Another long rejection that made me hope, for a minute.

All I want to know is, how long do people give the “Ahm in ur…” pseudo-cats-writing-poorly uber-meme before it runs out of steam? Personally, I’m on the hairy edge of finding it annoying, all charm spent, when’s the next clever thing going to come along. Sadly, “‘leet-speak” is still around and rearing its ugly head every now and again, so I suppose as long as people with bad grammar and spelling skills are on-line, that stuff will always have some kind of relevance.

On a not-at-all fascinating side-note, I once knew a guy who pronounced leet-speak staple “w@r3z” (that is, hacked software) like “Juarez,” the city in Mexico. I’d always pronounced it to rhyme with “cares” or “bears” or “Caresbears.”

This lack of actual content brought to you by the letter M and the Council For A Tired And Stressed Out Dave.

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