Bonded forever by the glutinous Clag of love, they played on each others strengths and defended their foibles, working time after time to achieve astonishing feats of good. Together, they summoned something much greater than the sum of each of them as individuals summed together without the togetherness. Though the original Planeteers are now mostly condemned to tax exile and CIA run anti-socialist Detention Centres, their spirit of teamwork live on. As do their magical rings, though they were ceased by the Chinese government after the fall of the iron curtain and have since ironically used to level several Himalayas in preparation for the Beijing Olypics.
I think I just killed the blog before it started.
WELCOME to D.I.D a Mess, the most intellectually stimulating, technologically astute web 2.0 collective blogging project ever undertaken since that little paper clip on Word invented the internet. We're not quite sure what the tone of this is going to be, or how it's going to work. One of our ideas was to include experimental creative writing bits. Of course, this will also be a sizzling smorgasboard of more bloggity posts, whether anecdotatastic, funny, farcical, filosophical, or dripping with soul-tearing existentialism.
Oh, and the title! I hate to explain someone else's reference, but my fear of this looking like an incontinence support group is overwhelming. D.I.D= Dissociative Identity Disorder. It's a multi-writer blog. GEDDITT?!
If anyone's interested in joining we'd love to talk to you, just comment or contact us.
Well, this draws my little welcome to close. Just think. It can ONLY go up from here.
*My heartfelt apologies to Messers Gadarenes, Jintao, Tong, and Paper Clip.
1 comment:
I don't know how you justify this post's continued presence, I'm only commenting out of pity for you. Cynicism towards the olympics?!?! How original... you should hang your head in the shame of a thousand harlots for being directly responsible for this post which is directly responsible for the fact that we don't have half a million followers screaming our praises, willing to elect us to federal positions and prepared to die for our every whim...
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