This right here, what I’m about to tell you? This is the fundamental difference between me and Matt.
We do this thing, right? Only everybody else in the free world is doing it. We stumble. That is, we use the web service called StumbleUpon. If you’ve never tried it, give it a shot. That is, if you don’t mind becoming horribly addicted to something that it impedes your ability to support yourself, or, you know, function at all. Anyway, it has this feature that we always use. It allows you to “stumble” on a website and if you want to share it with someone you can just push a button and voila! The person you stumbled it to will get it the next time HE stumbles, along with any little note you might want to attach.
Very handy! Right? We just surf along and when we see something we want to share with one another, bam! It’s done. So nice, this interweb thing.
The point though is this: Matt “stumbled” me a website regarding the death of Bhutto. I knew about the assasination. In fact, we already talked about it when it happened. This is, perhaps, what led Matt to stumble me the link in the first place. Nonetheless, I get the stumble and his note says something about speaking ill of the dead, the crass vulgarity of the author, etc. He made a political, moral judgment based on what he read. My response to him? “There’s a misplaced comma in this article”
!! Seriously. That’s it in a nutshell.
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One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire




















Ha! I was talking about StumbleUpon with my niece at Christmas. We were killing ourselves laughing about how much time you people waste on it, and then, uh, we realized we were, uh, oh hell, never mind….
Now if I could just find where I lost that comma. MM
I got your comma right here, bub. I’m definitely one of “those” people, yo.