how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
1) Congratulations to the winner of last night's Rose Bowl: BCS supporters.
2) I saw Memento for the third time on Monday. I'll see Ghost World for the third time this weekend. If I'm lucky, I'll be more confident on which one truly is my favorite film of the year.
3) There's the OpEd columnist for the Richmond Times-Dispatch who, to my recollection, has never written a piece that covers only one topic. I hate that.
4) I didn't really want to do a column like that today, as they're lame ways of expressing opinions without having to, oh, back them up with facts or stories or humor, but it's late and I don't want to miss a day of writing.
5) This is really stupid. I'm so sorry. Why are you reading this? Go away until Monday, when I'll write something better.
6) No. Leave. I mean it.
7) I hope we get a DVD player soon, so I can watch my new DVDs for Christmas.
8) Puppies are cuter than kittens.
9) I love Popsicles. They're much better than those fudge-covered ice cream things on a stick.
10) Look. I just posted three lame, inane, sub-Larry King items that should have led you to click in Explorer’s address box and type "www.espn.com" or the URL of some other site superior to this debris. Why didn’t you? Are you obsessed with me? Are you obsessed with my writing? Are you my mother? (If you are my mother: Uh, hi Mom.)
11) Look. (Yes, I’m repeating myself; you expected better?) My writing is passable at times. This ain’t one of those there moments. I’m sorry you scrolled all the way down here, and I wish there were some reward I could give you for reading all this. Wait. Here’s my reward: if you e-mail me at mdprins@yahoo.com before 8:30 Eastern on Monday, I’ll work your name into Monday’s column, which I promise will be better. At least a bit. I hope.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
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i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.