Lovingly dedicated to the Camel with two humps (and not to the one with one).
Author's Note: I have no idea on what subjects I will be regularly posting (in short, the history of everything - or at least the tangential). I have no idea if I will be regularly posting. I have some rather significant bets - with myself - on this. But since most of the people that I keep in contact with around Seattle have recently given this a shot, I am willing to go against the grain (or some other such cliche) and give this a try as well. Call it anti-socialism.
Chapter One - The Edge of the Desert
I awoke from fitful sleep to the feeling of being on the verge of a rather cosmic, and potential dangerous, string of coincidences. I rubbed the sand out of my eyes and ...
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Chapter Forty-one - Upon Finding the Mirage and Mi Rage
... and that is why all birds, no matter how sinewy, will one day end up baked in a pie with too much salt.
Epilogue: Now that I have made a lengthy and culturally significant contribution to blogging as a whole, I am off. I will be back to post again when I have nothing to say. Until then...
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