Single Status Update
I love it.
Ha, you were expecting to hear me bitch about how people think they're being clever on the one day designated to outright contradiction. The real problem is that you're always compelled to wonder, "What if it's cosmic irony? What if John Carmack really did die today?"
It's the urge to know what you dread that irritates like a burst capillary in the tip of your finger-- and that, my friends, is my Happy Place. Gullibility cannot be repressed.