Wednesday, June 15, 2005

The end

Well, after finally giving up and searching for the end of the Internet I have found that there are multiple ends of the Internet. I have no idea what this means with respect to the space-time continuum but it does sort of remind me of the old Choose Your Own Adventure books from when I was a kid. Now if I could just find the first page of the Internet. Nah, there's got to be more than one.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Alright, that second link sucks. Fortunately, I know how to use the 'end-task' function in my task manager.

I used to love those Choose Your Own Adventure books. I still have the full series stored in my folk's basement. I think that was some of the only reading I did during my grade school years that I actually enjoyed. I used to get mom to bring me to Waldendooks down at the (now all-but defunct)Dutchess Mall and even spend my own money to buy them when they came out. I also have fond memories of tose scholastic book fairs they had in elementary school (did they have those in Indy?), so I guess I used to like to read at some point in my earlier youth. I suppose I only objected to reading in secondary and high school once they started shoving that irrealavent shit down our throats and forced us to report on it.

Anyway, I love to read again and spend several hours a week digesting novels of all sorts. Feel free to provide recomendations.

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surly monkey said...

I think I still have a few in the basement as well. We had those book fairs as well and I remember picking out a few of those at the fair. I was lucky in that in high school at least I had some teachers that made us read at least a few things that were relavent. High school is definitly were I picked up my admiration for Kurt Vonnegut.

I wish I could recomend some books but I haven't read a book in a while. I started "Notes from the Underground" by Fyodor Dostoyevsky but it was way too tedious for me. Something about Russian author really just turns me off. There is just too much meaningless detail I think.

I need a new novel to suck me in as well.