how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Cool coincidence of the week.
I went to a branch1 of our county's public library over lunch today with a mission: To find a hymnal that had a SATB part for "Be Still My Soul," so I could double-check my invented chord progression. I had gone online earlier and saw that this branch had something called "The New Church Hymnal" from 1976, which sounded relatively promising. So I got to the library, found the Dewey Decimal number, went to the stacks, and lo and behold, it was...
Sorry. Beth-Annie got dozens of comments by making people wait for the end of her "Ed" story, so I'll copy her and finish this very exciting post later2.
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1 Interestingly3, this is the first time I've been to this particular branch, even though it's easily the closest to our new house; I almost always go instead to the one that's about a mile from my workplace.
2 Unless, of course, one of you guesses correctly first. And two of you theoretically could, even without using Google (which I don't think will help).
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.