Dario "bloody wrists" Tsunami

So the shadowy man shouted down from the shadowy window.

“You’ll never take me alive G-man!” And he meant it. He grasped his .45 and looked for a good angle to put a bullet in Agent Sven Vjardham, of the F.B.I.!

Ugg.


I’ve been working on a lot of junk besides Fjord, and it’s making my mood a little dark. I’m just going to take this little break to put up a post. Perhaps it’ll help. See, I’ve been here at the keyboard over sixteen straight hours now, and I’ve typed my fingers into bloody stumps. I mean to say, my fingers are literally in the process of being pounded off of my hands as I sit here and type this.

One misconception people think about writing, is the 'ole, "thousand monkeys at a thousand typewriters…" line, but fuck monkeys! Spekaing of fucking monkeys, if I ever see another movie with a monkey, or a gorilla or primate of any kind, (and it won’t be long enough) just watch for the Entertainment Tonight or any other such program, and pretty soon, you'll see that that monkey and his handlers have been brutally slain. Following up on that, I'll devastate the writer of said movie, and then move on to the producers. I hate the idea that they're cute, and almost human.

NEWS FLASH -
They ain't!

If a thousand monkeys were really at a thousand typewriters the best they could manage is throw a few hundred pounds of shit, eat some fucking bananas, and maybe take a nap. Sure, monkeys went into space before mankind, but that’s just ‘cause we jammed one in space capsule and shot him up there to make sure we wouldn’t die when one of us went. (I guess as of late, we haven’t exactly used that information to the best of our ability, but I digress)

Writing anything takes a bit more than luck and whacking at the keys. It also takes some amount of effort. Sort of like getting into space.

I should apologize before I go much further…if more typos appear, that is because fairly soon I will be mashing the keyboard with my wrist stumps, and it’s pretty hard to accurately type with bloody wrist stumps. Anywhays, I linkda' forlgot whhjat I was qwriting abouit ion thjew firsat p[lacve.

Oh, yeah. Fuck monkeys!