The siren song of the curmudgeon- blog baby.
Finally, I get to unload. I been holding back for so long. I'm repressed.
So, right out of the gate, smilies irritate my yeast infection. De-evolutionary excuse to forget language, noxious little specks, the secret handshake of illiterate nation. The grand panoply of the human experience, the march to greatness has brought us to a place where we can communicate across time and space in nanoseconds with people all over the globe. So what say we? Fuckin smilies.
Look at the big brain on us.
Here's an edit for ya. Tinkerbell, fer chrissakes, friggin Tinkerbell. Am I alone here?