I've been busy. Down in Orlando, immersed in Orientation, reckoning how much of my sumptuous take home pay will accrue to the State of Florida in tuitions and irregulars over the next four years, beginning June 23. Because I never plan ahead. Not my style. Planners are pussies. Anal retentives. OCD faggots. We hate them. Then of a sudden you have an 18 year old and it's a what the fuck moment.
Show me your wallet, child. $14? That ain't gonna cut it. We need cash. 18 years old? Never mind. A fleeting thought. That's all.
Waall. I regrouped, and ran some game theory programs, and it appears that I can probably get 12.7768 percentum of Velociworld readers to chip in a dime, or even a case quarter, towards higher education. At my readership levels the child will be lording it over an Arby's Beef N' Cheddar oncet a month, and licking her fingers in satisfaction. Sweet!
But of course I jest. I sees the people put up the Paypal buttons. Stroke me! Not because they need to educate a child, but because they need a new laptop. That's fucking creepy.
Anyway, I'll figure it out. I have some humble stock options maturing in early June. I was going to treat myself to a trip to Barbados Cocoa Beach, but I suppose not. Oh, the pain of forebearance. It's like holy water to a vampire. It hurts so bad, master.
To the point: I always have a point. The point is my loyal readership generally does not get the point. Within most of my posts is an embedded reference, or double entendre, that I expect some feedback on. And yet, and yet. Sigh.
There are the level one folk, who take the immediate bait, like a barracuda, or a dumbed flounder. "Lawnmowers? Shit! I knows that!"
Then the level two folk, who think "Well, then, Mr. Smart Ass is talking about lawnmowers, he must be talking about pistons, and stroke. Oh yeah. It's all about the stroke."
Okay. There it is. Stroke. And did you know the poor black folk pay as much into Social Security as the white folk? But the white folk live longer, because of the Stroke, and so relatively poor blacks end up supporting relatively rich whites? That's a damned fact. It's racist, I tell you.
There's your fucking homework. Find the third level. Don't comment if you don't have anything pertinent to say.
OT: So, was it you that planted the explosive device on the doorstep of that poor bastard in Fruit Cove?
Shazaaam!
Pertinent? Shit. All you're gonna get is cricket noises.
Posted by: Joan of Argghh at May 26, 2006 11:05 PMIt was all about pimpin' and whorin.'
Posted by: Acidman at May 27, 2006 12:32 AMI feel your pain. Just wrote my first tuition check this week.
Adapt. Must adapt.
Posted by: The Other Mike S at May 27, 2006 1:46 AMI already chipped in a dime.
With a chunk of my wizened, blasted soul attached. Or was that a Mondo Hunk o' Earwax?
Posted by: Elisson at May 27, 2006 8:47 AMI feel your pain as I too am embarking on the same path with my 18 year old.
Orlando? Methinks you would have been in Tallahassee. Has there been a change in, er, plans?
Oh yes. She dumped FSU for Central Florida. A fine skoo.
Posted by: Velociman at May 27, 2006 12:28 PMWhat solace you must garner from all those who feel your pain. Not pertinent, you say? I beg to differ.
Posted by: Dash at May 27, 2006 1:04 PMROTC, a Service Academy or flipping burgers. After 18 the money train stops. If they can't figure it out how to pay for school after 18 years it's not going to do them much good anyway.
Posted by: lambo at May 27, 2006 3:53 PMHow would something impertinent do? Because I think I'm going to have a stroke trying to figure out the point of these posts. Not to mention I can't sleep at night for wondering if your sainted wife knows her reckless son of a Senator spends his free time inventing subtle sexual innuendos with which to taunt his female readers.
Well, Libby, she knows they are secondhand innuendoes that didn't cut the mustard here. Not that the firsthand ones did, either.
Posted by: Velociman at May 27, 2006 9:29 PMThis is pretty much the only place where being a dumbshit who got married at 18 works out in my favor. My first-born is finished with schooling, married, and has delivered the first-born grandchild, all before I'm 50. Ha-fucking-ha.
- LevelOne TFG
Posted by: Scott Chaffin at May 27, 2006 10:56 PMI never know wtf you are yapping about!
Posted by: livey at May 27, 2006 11:38 PMCut the mustard -- is that a clue to the third level? Is this all somehow about naughty barbecue?
Posted by: Libby at May 28, 2006 10:55 AM