Sometimes things don't work out how you'd like them to. Sometimes life gets in the way of things you enjoy. Sometimes you can't post on a little-read blog because you're stuck between two competing crime syndicates. Sometimes you just make stuff up because the truth is somewhat less interesting. This is my dilemma.
(Read Part I and Part II.)
Things get paranoid . . .
March 19, 2010:
Corban: When do you get home from work?
Josh: I'm home sick today.
Corban: Alright, I'll stop by around 5:30. Should I wear a mask?
Josh: I'm in a bubble.
Corban: Soap or plastic?
Josh: Aluminum foil.
Corban: Ah, smart. That will protect your thoughts from the MLB mind-control satellites.
Josh: It's not MLB-grade foil. I'm not made of money.
Corban: You really can't afford to stay with non-MLB-grade foil. Next thing you know, you'll be buying Royals season tickets.
Josh: Now, those would make for some cheap bubble material.
(This post was kept short in order to let the craziness soak in. Part IV: Tomorrow.)
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