cberg wrote:
Fnord typecast me as a *useless* dropout, it'd be a good laugh to show him how many years worth of degrees I've usurped.
Typecasting for the will of the game, rather than the will of the people, is always sad, but where one trumpet blows sleet, another fog horn sounds.
I decree, the last person left standing has forecast enough winter snow to outshine Santa in a mysterious costume..with one more act to follow.
Something tells me the curtain fell short of the last bow and so maybe just maybe.. he wanted to leave us with a hint of corny sarcasm to mull away the despair of their lost souls.
Doubters
always give up, as they can
never give in, (sometimes without a choice,) but I'd like to think that all those milk and cookies done it for someone, who in the end, spared as much charity on themselves as much as they did for others.