2000 fucking words. I wrote 2000 fucking words on the Dave’s Picks series last night, and this piece of shit computer ate every single one. I went through the entire run until 2:30 in the fucking morning. I came up with many funny ways to say David Lemiuex’s name, and I was very mean to DaP 12 from Colgate ’77. (Tl;dr: Keith is terrible and mixed too high.) I mocked 80’s Truthers, and then eventually took their side.
We even visited with DL’s children. You remember the Lemieux Septuplets: Gordie, Girl Gordie, Northstar, Jean-Luc, Fleece, and the twins, Mickie and Billie.
Well, they’re gone. Canadian government took the kids and are raising them in a zoo for their own health and safety.
So here we are: you have nothing to read, and I came face-to-face with the utter pointlessness that is my continued existence.
Happy fucking Tuesday.