Everywhere I go people are asking me “what is your website about?”. Ok, that’s not exactly true; first I say “hey, go visit Stupidopolis.com!” then they say “why?”. The conversation degrades from there. But it got me thinking, “what is Stupidopolis about?” So here is my stream-of-consciousness description of Stupidopolis:
It’s like a brick wrapped in bacon.
It’s like not getting hit by lightning.
It’s like cheap lottery tickets or a new gas tank.
Mostly it’s like a dictionary that’s been dropped on the floor and the words are all scrambled.
It’s nothing you wouldn’t show your grandmother, unless she is still alive.
It’s nothing to write about. (hee hee)
It’s nothing to suicide over.
It’s about 50 pages… sorry.
It’s about a boy and a girl and how together they overcame a lack of peanut butter.
It’s about not working.
It’s about how everyone is stupid (myself included) and I’m the only one who see’s a problem with that.
It’s about 435 on the list at humor-blogs.com, and dropping.
It’s about gaining the respect of people I don’t know, who will never give me money.
It’s about time I ended this list because I am out of ideas.
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Wow. Your stream of consciousness is way neater than mine. I’d get two lines out and then I’d hit that spot where I’d have to type something like
“I don’t know what to type next. I don’t know what to type next. I don’t know what to type next. But I keep typing because doing stream of consciousness requires me to keep typing and never stopping. ever. Ever. EEVER.”