how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
How Perfectly Swell Marginally Cool Friday Giveaway!
Five this week, but I am only taking the first two requests (and leaving the rest for next week):
a) A CD copy of a program (version 1.4.3) that will help you comply with the privacy regulations within the Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act of 1996 (HIPAA).
b) A signed copy of my arrangement for five octaves of handbells of "Christmas Is..."
c) A 14"x20" piece of orange translucent paper with the words "einblick," "insight," and "apercu" printed in red block letters upon it.
d) An external 33.6 modem that probably works, but we no longer have the power cord for it.
e) The entire contents of my upper-left-hand desk drawer at work, because no one requested it either of the two previous times.
I've started sending out people's requests, except those people -- say, Lisa -- whose addresses I do not have. (Actually, Kim does have Lisa's address somewhere in the stacks of boxes that fill our house, but she does not have it handy, I believe.)
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.